32
Whether it was the look on Apollo’s face or his orders, Artemis left the room. As the Moon Goddess leaves she states, “Time to leave.”
The guards nod as they follow her our to the room.
They watched her with gob smacked eyes but didn’t budge.
“Trust me,” she states sassily as she crosses her arms over her chest. “You aren’t going to want to be here for this.”
The guards lift their gaze to Apollo. Looking for permission or instructions.
“Listen to her,” huffs Apollo.
The guards follow Artemis out of the room. As the door slams shut, Apollo pulls me into a tight embrace. “I was so worried about you.”
His shoulders shake from the pain of the day’s events.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I stand between his legs as he sits on the throne. “If I had known, I’d have been here for you.”
Gods, he looks so distraught.
But had I been here, had I not gone to Artemis… I’d have been dead.
Pulling me on his lap, I rest against him as he sits on his throne. “I’m thanking Gaia that you”re okay, my little sunflower.”
Warmth radiates off him. Bringing a blissful smile to my lips.
The Dying Throne whispers my name. Begging me to sit down.
Shaking it off, I focus on Apollo. Blocking out the temptation calling for me across the room. Shifting my attention to another temptation.
Leaning up, I press a kiss into his neck. My eyes instinctively closed. “I have missed you since the lodge.” Dropping my voice low, I curl against him.
“It’s been busy,” he murmured. “It was not by choice. Between the attacks and the shadowed man at the border, I needed to make sure that my court was safe… And I failed you.”
“Oh hush,” I whisper as my finger traces his pecs. “It’s an endless game. Caught in a world of lies and maneuvering for the throne.”
Bobbing his head, Apollo added, “Persephone used to say something practically the same. ‘Olympus is filled with courts in which every god was a piece in the political game where you’d lie, cheat, and deceive to survive. Politics, passion, and deceit’… That’s what our court has come to,” recites the Sun God.
Resting my head on his chest, I think about his words. Guilt seeps into my mind. All this time I have been lying to him or at least concealing the truth.
But the truth has its way of working itself out in the end.
Little by little, my secrets fell away.
My walls break down. Blockades that I put up to protect myself. Those barriers who protected me from feeling so isolated because of the intervention of others.
Brushing his hand across my cheek, he pulls me into a kiss.
My eyes flutter closed.
Shifting, I straddle him. Our lips never leaving each other.
Gods, he’s perfect.
My body feels like I’m on fire. On the verge of combustion. Yet, I couldn’t pull away from him.
Pressing my core into him, he moans. His hands grip my ass. Pulling me close as I rub myself up against him. My dress crawls up my thigh.
“I love this thing,” Apollo gestures to the jewelry which is wrapped around my upper leg.
One of his hands traces the jewelry up my inner thigh and to my core.
His fingers tracing small loops. His ministrations make my breathing hitch as I grind into his touch.
“Thank you,” I said as I wrapped my hands into his hair. “It’s new.”
Sliding himself back, I see Apollo sink into his seat. My body follows along with him.
I can see what he’s planning, and I love it. Pushing our clothes out of the way, I raise myself on to my knees.
Lining myself up with him, I lift his toga and set myself down on him.
I feel so full.
My cheeks burn.
Rising up and down, I grind my body into him. Rubbing, teasing, and playing with him.
All while the god moans into my collar bone. Biting into the tender skin of my neck before sucking.
“Apollo,” I whimper. Not letting his lips break my pattern. I focus on keeping my hips moving.
Tonight was so much different from our first couple of times.
This felt raw.
We both needed this and needed it quickly.
As our pace picks up, Apollo’s grip on my hips tightens. Becoming more forceful and rougher as he drags me back and forth.
Back and forth.
I loved how rough it felt.
He and I needed this.
I feel my tension shatter, blending into a sweet bliss. Relief paces through my bones as Apollo tenses and begins to cum.
Pressing his head into my forehead, a smug grin creeps on to his face. “You”re perfect, thank you for being my little sunflower.”
Grinning wide, I curl into him. “Ready to retire early for the evening? Would you be in the mood for some evening cuddles?”
Apollo kisses my temple before replying, “I would like nothing more.
Standing up, I wobble slightly. Though this was much less forceful than last time, my legs were exhausted.
Taking a couple of moments to right our clothes, Apollo and I walk out of the throne room arm in arm.
As we exit, the guards avert their eyes. Praying to not catch the attention of the god at my side.
Taking the central staircase, I follow Apollo to his rooms.
That evening we fell asleep in each other’s arms. Apollo’s hands playing with my hair as I get ready to sleep.
Me, in a set of Apollo’s clothes. A loose pair of pants and a large shirt. Neither made me look attractive or complimented my figure but the sun god didn’t care.
His hands fixed to my waist. Pulling me close to him. Like I may still disappear while he rests his eyes.