You're My Morning Star Pt. 01

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This is an author self-insert, AU-style, alternate canon fan fiction. For fun!

SETTING: Hades [video game by Supergiant]

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Final disclaimer, I haven't played the sequel yet so assume all my knowledge is based on a deep and affirmative enjoyment of the first.

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A half-empty bottle of Nectar clatters then sways to a stop atop the smooth stone floor. Dripping golden sweetness glints as it oozes from the bottle's open mouth. Three soft cushions swiftly follow as they're knocked, soaked with sweat, from the bed; off-center of the brightly lit courtyard.

The day - or night - air swells hot as the deep stillness of the Night Mother herself is rent once more, not with battle, but with the needy mewling of one of her daughters.

Tisiphone the Fury's incredible strength is unmatched by most in the Underworld; the Titan Blood in her veins made sure of it, whatever her feelings about the Titans themselves.

Despite her unchallenged strength, however, tonight the Fury finds herself freely dripping sweat - and stickier things - onto her bed clothes, grunting aloud as she tries to maintain her steadying grip through the fog of passionate sex. The air is filled with her half-muffled cries as she bites her pillow; with her partner's gruff and passionate moaning; with the wetted impacts of their writhing bodies; and with the intoxicating, commingled scent of their unbridled lust for one another.

Forty-two minutes and twenty three seconds after the initiation of their sweet and dirty foreplay, Tisiphone's torso now knocks backward against his every grasping thrust. Even still, the side of her face taps rhythmically forward into the dampening satin sheets as the pillow slips loose from her mouth. She at last attempts to lift herself, to turn her head and take in the sight of her partner lovingly taking her sweet little Nectar-soaked asshole.

She had not expected this, that this man she desired so would accept her. Her frequent learning sessions with friend Zagreus had been working, but only well enough to convey meaning; not, she feared, enough to be persuasive to the object of her desire - this thick, strong, kind man she had met from a land far, far away. She did not know how he came to be here, nor why he was seemingly permitted free rein in Lord Hades' domain; she didn't even know all the words to say to communicate how she felt. But with some encouragement from Zagreus, words of wisdom from her sister Megaera, and even a word from Alecto surprisingly lacking in cruelty, she asked him... low... slow... sounding out every word...

Some months later, Tisiphone finds herself bouncing her ass upward as the man she loves and who adores her plunges his thick cock deep inside her asshole. Nectar - now nothing more to them than a favorite lubricant - squelches out of her tight ass as her cries peal with delight, and Tisiphone the Fury begins vigorously rubbing her own pussy.

The muscular cock riding the rail of her lower intestine now gently and firmly pushes her butt downward again and again with his comforting girth: the delicious weight of this strong, fat man she adores. He grins as he sees her attempt to look backward and meet his gaze, then grips her hips and lifts her lower back in both hands, fucking her ass downward to perform a rhythmically thudding flick against her pelvic wall through the flesh on the inside of her ass.

The angle and force of his thick member inside her begins to force his potent cum to gush from where it sat yummily in her pussy; it finds pleasant company in the Nectar now running rivulets down the beautiful gray skin of her inner thighs, to pool between her weakened knees. Thick, viscous strands of cum sway and elongate from her aching, swollen lips; it slips past her fingers as she fucks herself, painting a line of proof through the puddle beneath her as the Nectar from her ass oozes like honey down its length, mixing with their cum and sweat on the staining, sticky sheets.

Up to this point, Tisiphone had been doing her best to continue meeting her love's gaze as he unfailingly filled and stretched open her tight little asshole just how she'd asked him to. Instead, it's all she can do to bury her face in the sheets and hold on tight, as he continues to open her rump wide. She hardly cares as her own drool, pleasured from her, smears messily across her face; another wave of pleasure pulses through her as the Nectar does its warming work. Her body tenses, going rigid even as it shakes. Working together, she and her lover send her way over the edge and she opens her mouth wide in a silent scream, eyes rolling back in her head.

Roughly forty seconds later - as she takes her first breath since beginning to cum - her beloved seizes her topknot by its handle and squeezes the magnificent rising plume tight. He pulls, gently and firmly; lifting her messy, sticky face up from the bed; forcing her onto her hands and knees, and deeper onto his cock as she gasps.

He carefully wraps and splays the fingers of his other hand around the side of her face. Hooking three of his fingers in her mouth, he stretches it wide - the pinky gripping her slick and sweated jaw, and his thumb pressing roughly against the cartilage at the center of the cute, missing nose he loved of her so much.

He leans in, placing his mouth gently beside her ear.

"I love you."

The whisper sends a shiver of pleasure down Tisiphone's spine that she knows starts from the root of that place she holds in her roughened hands whenever they lie together: just gazing into each other's eyes, counting all the gems in the cavernous heights of Hades.

She tries to swallow as he nibbles her earlobe tenderly, pulling gently at it with his teeth. She starts to move her mouth, causing him to start and hastily remove his fingers.

Tisiphone knows that her beloved had not expected a response from her - his tenderness was never about that, he'd made sure she had ample reason to believe that - but in this moment, she just wants to tell him once again the truth of how she feels. She wants to give him that gift, that trust... That thing he treasures most of all.

"Y-y-o-yoou-r-re... mmm-my...h...h...mmmorrnin-in-ingg-gh...s...st-a-a-r...ruh..."

She feels her man's expression soften against her neck, and she knows he is deeply touched by her words. His forehead knits as Tisiphone feels his face against her cheek from behind, the corner of his eye wetting her by a drop as he slides his hand up under her chin to rest his palm against her throat and turn her face just so that he may kiss it tenderly.

"Tis.. I..."

She feels him slip another inch inside her, and she twists on him as her arm nearly gives way from the sensation. They suddenly both gasp, then pant, hesitating; then she gives a weak, shuddering laugh.

"Oh, gods - Tis, are you okay?!"

Tisiphone nods, a dreamy expression on her face.

"Are you okay to keep going?"

She rests her face on the mattress, turning her head to look at him with one striking glowing eye. Her face is crowned by tousled, sweaty stray hairs as she smiles at him and flicks her thumb upward, throwing green sparks into the air.

His grip on Tisiphone's hair tightens as he kisses her neck. Slowly, her lover pulls her up once more, gently wrapping his free hand around her neck. He gives it a lingering squeeze before hooking and splaying his fingers in and on her soft, slick face once more. His eye fixed on her hands - knowing she'll cast an area of effect spell on the courtyard stone beside them if it ever got too intense, as they'd agreed - he ramps up, and begins to rut her Nectar-soaked asshole deep, hard and rough. His fingers grip her mouth and face once more as he lovingly ravishes her, her small tits shaking with every intractable bounce.

Tisiphone's hard, dark gray nipples point upward through the sweltering night air as they harden with a painfulness she enjoys: the gift of an ache from his loving treatment of them earlier - the impact, the sucking, the whipping with her own whip. Sweat begins to run down her torso - down her thighs - dripping on the sheets once more, as the couple once again finds their rhythm. Her ass sucks him tightly inside of her again and again.

She feels a sharp impact on her ass cheek as with a full hand her beloved puts her in her place just how she likes it. Tisiphone cries out in surprise and delight as her arousal intensifies. Again. The other cheek. Again. She hears him spit on his hand. Again, harder.

"Good girl, yes, good girl..."

She sucks his fingers, moaning through her lips.

"Such a good girl."

More stinging slaps to her ass as each cheek begins to turn a purple-gray hue. Slap. SLAP. S L A P.

Tisiphone is openly moaning around his fingers now as he pulls her mouth wide, making her unbridled mewling loudly echo through the cavernous underground. Her partner is sure the shades below in Tartarus must be able to hear them, though both of the pair have sunk too deep inside the fog of their shared pleasure to care at all who hears them making love.

Her breathing is ragged as he takes away the hand in her mouth and grips her breast with fingers covered in his sweet Tisiphone's dripping saliva. Her pointed nipple aches - tough with need, yet quite sensitive as her beloved works the nub between his fingers at the first knuckle. He slaps her ass twice more, tightening his grip on her softly floating plume of off-white hair.

Tisiphone, through her haze and building orgasm, grits her teeth and speaks softly at first, tremulously - in a long, almost violently wavering hiss; her voice then rising with needy hunger, rising to an almost frightening, growling scream.

"Da-a-ahaann-ielll... Fffffuckk-k... Mm-uh, UhHH-UH - F-fuck! Da-a, aniel, F-Fu-uhck... mm-MEE... Daniel! Pl-ea-ese! Fuck! Me! Fuck! Daniel! AH~AH~DANIEL ~AH ~ AOOOOHHHHH--"

She is fucking cumming. She cannot take it any more.

Daniel grips her tighter still, pulling her back against his chest as she writhes and he lets her ride him hard in reverse cowgirl. As she wildly gyrates, cumming and bouncing on his fat cock, he himself can't take it anymore.

"TIS~! OH, GODS TIS, I'M GOING TO CUM!"

"PULH- PLEASE, DANN - NY - YUH - GI-H-IHVE - ME - CUM - MM - MUH - GIVE! CUM! MUH! DAN! IEL! DAN! IEL! GIVE! ME! CUMMM~"

Daniel roars and rams himself deep and hard as the love of his life rides his cock and begs him to plant his warm Nectar-sweet cum deep inside her juicy asshole. He hugs her from behind and tenderly sways, keeping her firmly impaled to the root as he kisses her neck and moans like a wild man.

Nearly four minutes later, Tisiphone shakily begins to lift herself off of his finally softening member.

"Tisiphone... Tis... Tis, I..."

Suddenly Tisiphone throws her arms around Daniel, tackling him to the mattress with an unbidden playfulness. Sadly few but Megaera and Zagreus get to see this side of Tis with any regularity but him these days; and in fact from what she'd said she wishes she could be that way more often, as she explores what it means to be herself outside of work... In this moment, with Tisiphone's face buried in his chest and her floating topknot blocking out his view of Tartarus below, Daniel feels joy to be able to be one of those safe places for her to be herself, whenever she feels like she wants to express herself that way.

"Dan... i-iel... Murderer..."

Daniel glances down at her, and can tell she's dreamily discombobulated in the post-orgasm glow. He feels her tense and convulse slightly, as the aftershocks hit. Her arms tighten around him as she steadies herself, and Daniel carefully wraps his arms around her shoulders and lays down gently with her beside him, their bodies slick with each other's wet.

He looks at her, his hand sliding past her clavicle, up the side of her neck and under Tisiphone's chin as he kisses her tenderly, with his whole heart. Tisiphone enthusiastically reciprocates, moaning softly as their bodies softly commingle.

Daniel holds her face in both hands, his eyes soft, gazing into her own two gems.

"I adore you, Tisiphone, daughter of the Night. My Starburst. My Fury."

Tisiphone smiles, letting out a half-sob. She holds his hands on her face with tenderness in her eyes. She caresses his fingers with her thumb, then shifts herself to lie on top of him. Her hair levitates above her head and blocks out the area light above them, and in this moment all he sees, is her.

"M-ohr-ninng... Star-r-r..."

She leans down, and kisses Daniel deeply.

A sudden sounding sheen of magic; a puff of smoke; and a deeply nonchalant skeleton with a large bald spot suddenly appears in the middle of the courtyard beside their bed, having clearly not gotten a memo.

"Heya, boy-o, I just..."

Skelly freezes.

Suddenly Tisiphone flies up into the air, shrieking!

In the blink of an eye - and a whirlwind of bats - Tisiphone accidentally flaps headfirst into the ceiling of her bedchamber where she had ensured, with some teleportation magic, that she and her accompaniment would hurriedly re-materialize. Her bed, her beloved, and a half-empty bottle of Nectar clatter unevenly to the floor, short a few cushions... and the news that Tisiphone the Fury had just been caught fucking in the House of Hades.

TO BE CONTINUED