Gods walk the earth… But they fuck in the heavens.
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“Eros.” Phanes said, spotting Eros perched on a marble bench. After noticing Eros constantly slinking away to his domain of the Godrealm, Phanes decided it was time to intervene. He seemed almost in a daze, fingers tangled in his hair as if to block out the world. “Stop avoiding me. Tell me what’s going on. You haven’t been your usual self lately.”
“It’s… it’s the malice, from that day… It’s deafening now. Its whispers are louder than banshees and I- I just can’t trust myself around anyone right now.” Eros lamented. Phanes took a seat next to him, subtly admiring the domain. It was a bit different from a thousand years prior, but it was beautiful – marble pillars arranged to create a gazebo with grapevines and roses for walls.
“Tell me.” Phanes gently said, placing a golden wing on Eros’ shoulders.
“Well, see… Kakia’s malice is like a poisonous thorn. When- when what happened, happened… That thorn was transferred to me. And I refuse to pull it. I refuse to transfer it to someone else, and certainly not to Venus.” Eros said with a sigh. “But with each passing day, it pries its way into my mind more and more. Whispering these awful thoughts, trying to twist me into a monster…There is equal danger in letting it fester further, or transferring it. No one in their right mind would let me give them this burden anyhow-”
“Transfer it to me.” Phanes interjected.
“Phanes, are you out of your mind!? N-no, you can’t just- no. I’ll find another way.” Eros was shocked by their proposition.
“Eros. Do it. That happened to you because I wasn’t there to shield you. You have a right to hold me at least partially responsible.” Phanes said, guilt lining their eyes as they looked at the ground.
“Ph-phanes… You know I don’t blame you for what happened-”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m the only one crazy enough to let you do it, and I’m probably the only one strong enough too.” Phanes cut him off, slightly balling their fists.
“No, no- NO! I-I can’t just do that to you!” Eros cried, looking over at Phanes. The golden-winged god turned to look at him, jumping back when they saw the state of his wings. Black feathers were appearing in patches, and his plumage was disheveled and in complete disarray. His arms were crawling with thorn-like markings that seemed to etch at his skin like acid.
“Eros, your feathers- your arms! Look how much it’s already damaged you! There’s no time to find another way. Do it!” Phanes stood up, grabbing Eros by the wrist and pulling him up to stand beside them.
“It- it’s so loud, I want it to end… Phanes, I-I’m sorry-”
“Don’t apologize, Eros… Just do what you have to. Don’t let her kill you even more than she already has. Let this be my punishment for my absence, for failing to protect you… I’ll take everything they did to you.” Phanes said. “I’ll take your pain away.”
“…Is that a promise, Phanes?”
“W-what?”
“Is that a promise? That you’ll take it away?” Eros pleaded again.
“I… Yes. I vow to take what was done to you under Kakia’s influence.” Phanes said with a regretful sigh.
“… Then I must vow to deliver it… Phanes, I’m sorry for what I’m about to put you through-”
“Just… do it, we’ll sort out apologies later…” Phanes clapped their hand over Eros’ mouth, averting their gaze.
“…I vow to do unto you as was done to me, so that you understand the memories that ail me…” Eros stepped back several meters, drawing his bow with two arrows – one violet with a mild paralytic, the other deep red with an aphrodisiac. He took the shot, one arrow piercing Phanes’ left arm, the other piercing their thigh. Phanes flinched, stumbling back against a pillar as Eros dismissed the arrows’ physical form.
As he approached he manifested one more arrow, tipped black as night. Rather than fire it, he stood skin to skin with Phanes, tilting their head up with his left hand and driving the Descension arrow into Phanes’ heart with his right. Phanes recoiled, the black cracks of descent beginning to sprawl across their body, sapping their divine abilities away in an instant. With a sigh, Eros stepped back, watching Phanes fall to their knees, wings drooped and arms limp.
“I’ll forever be sorry for this… and eternally indebted to you, Phanes.” Eros spoke, flaring his crimson wings. The black patches were already starting to recede. He glanced at Phanes again, spotting the telltale red glow of desire slowly working its way into Phanes’ eyes as they struggled to stand. “Hmm… I’ve never seen you like this, and it’s beyond unlikely that I ever will again… I suppose I should cherish this look on you.”
“E-even when you’re s-sorry, heh… you’re still a smug… little… bastard.” Phanes slurred with an intoxicated giggle. Eros raised an eyebrow at them.
“Little? Oh, dear Phanes, I am not the hatchling God you sculpted all those centuries ago…” He said, slowly approaching the borderline delirious Phanes. He studied their expression and how the combination of toxins seemed to be affecting them, his attention quickly drawn to something poking against his thigh. He quietly chuckled. “My, my… that’s quite a reaction, isn’t it?~”
“Your aphrodisiacs… need to be toned down… just a smidge.” Phanes huffed, now bearing enough strength to stand, despite their wings being limp.
“Really? ‘Cause… I don’t think I mind this. You, being all hot and bothered and worked up like that… It’s kinda cute, really~” Eros backed Phanes against the pillar again, pleased by the small squeak they made.
“E-Eros, you know this is… it’s… unnatural, for me to be like this…” Phanes fought the red flush climbing to their cheeks. “I-I shouldn’t even b-be capable of… feeling like th-this…”
“I know. But this is as kind as I can be, when it comes to Kakia’s thorns. She’s powerful, especially with her thorns, but as with all Conceptual Divinities, there’s ways to work around the rules. I’m choosing to take what happened to me as going against my nature by forcing hatred into my heart.” Eros said.
“So then… when you go against my nature now…”
“It goes against your detachedness instead. I’m not going to force you to endure exactly what I went through that day. You… created me as a being of pure love. Acting on that would be a reflection of hate, and… I’m just not capable of that.” Eros whispered.
“I-I see…” Phanes’ legs gave out, the paralytic beginning to take hold. Eros quickly reached out and caught them, wrapping a hand around their waist. He’d never really held Phanes so close in their Godform before, noting how they felt as if they had hollow bones like those of a bird. His attention was then drawn to a sudden pang in his wings, and a few seconds later, a jab in his thigh.
“Phanes, what-” he looked down to see Phanes’ hand holding two feathers – one of his, and one of theirs. “Phanes!! You know how strong my feathers are if they’re undiluted, are you insane!?”
“Yep. No thanks to you.” Phanes quipped through broken breaths. It had been a while since Eros had been affected by his own feathers.
“Phanes, I-… Mmgh…” Eros growled, fighting the growing hardness beneath his robe. His body felt unnaturally invigorated, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. “Phanes… what… exactly do your feathers do?”
“They grant life energy.” They replied, slyly turning their head up to meet Eros’ eyes. The crimson-winged god was alarmed, then broke into an amused smile and a seductive laugh.
“My goodness, what have I done to you…” Eros chuckled. “Oh, smite me all you want when this is over, but this… this is priceless.”
“Hehe… yeah, I’m… definitely gonna kick your ass to another dimension tomorrow…” Phanes fumbled with their words, their head wings asynchronously flapping before falling limp. “Oh, now you’ve really done it…”
“Pff…” Eros snickered, picking up Phanes and bringing them to his domain’s bed, a lavish furnishing fit for a God indeed. He set the demiurge down, slipping their robe from their body and taking in the sight. “Oh my, you do have both parts… I half thought you were joking.”
“Excuse you, I am not the joking type and you know it… look at me, I’m not even the… type for… any kind of attachments– wh– Eros!” Phanes flinched, feeling a pair of slender fingers tracing up their thigh towards their feather-guarded lips. “Eros…” they whimpered, rubbing their thighs together. “Eros, please…”
“Sh, shhh… relax. I’m not going to hurt you, Phanes, jeez… try not to be so tense, alright? I’ll go easy on you.” Eros said, combing his fingers through the feathers of Phanes’ wings.
“Er–os– mmhh…” Phanes purred, feeling Eros’ fingertips drifting across their pink slit. They squirmed a bit as Eros spread their legs, examining the demiurge’s physical body closely. He gently rubbed their glistening lips again, hovering at the gold-winged deity’s clit, tracing small circles around it that lined Phanes’ entire body with electricity. “Mmngh…~”
“Heh… there you go, relax…” Eros quietly said, slipping two fingers into Phanes’ cunt.
“Wh–” Phanes began, golden eyes fluttering as Eros slowly moved his fingers deeper in, before pulling back out and repeating. “Ohh~ E-Eros, please–”
“Barely even started and you’re a mess already, hm?” Eros chuckled. He shifted down and placed Phanes’ legs on his shoulders, leaning down and flicking his tongue against Phanes’ clit.
“Eros–!” Phanes cried, trying to scramble away. Eros held their legs in place, continuing the torment with his tongue and squeezing Phanes’ thighs, eliciting a moan from the gold-winged deity. He slowly slid two fingers inside again, curling them with each circle of his tongue. Phanes shrieked, curling their cloven hooves and stifling pleasured tears. “E-Eros, ahhngh~”
“Oh, don’t even try to hold back for me, Phanes. I know when you are. Your eyes are doing all the screaming. Let me fucking hear it.” Eros said with a smirk, carefully caressing Phanes’ body with the tips of his wings.
“Fuck,” Phanes mewled, their chest heaving with each thrust of Eros’ fingers. Damn him, he was right. Phanes just didn’t want to give him the pleasure of having broken them. “I-I’m not that easy to break, Eros… ah~!”
Eros quickly recalled his fingers from Phanes’ pussy, climbing onto the trembling demiurge with a grin. Phanes quickly noticed the glint of a fang that was certainly not there before their thousand-year sleep.
“Fangs!?” Phanes wailed. “When- wha- when did you get fangs!?”
“Side effect of the thorns.” Eros shrugged, running his fingers underneath his pointed canines, licking his tongue over the juices collected from Phanes. The demiurge shuddered, seeing Eros’ eyes flash with a mischievous magenta glow. Their gaze turned downwards as they felt the tip of Eros’ throbbing dick poking around where his fingers just were. “Knock knock.”
“Eros, you- you can’t– th-there’s no way you can f-fit in there–” Phanes pleaded, feeling Eros slowly entering, inch by inch. They stifled a whimper as he worked his way to the base. He let out a pleasured growl, lingering for a moment just to study Phanes’ expression. “W-what?”
“…Almost two thousand years I’ve known you… and I’ve never seen you blush.” Eros said with a small laugh. “Didn’t know you could.”
“I… shouldn’t be able to…” Phanes narrowed their eyes at the younger god. Eros slowly pulled his hips back with a purr. “Mmh…”
“Shame, really.” Eros remarked, grabbing Phanes’ legs and pushing them until their knees nearly met their shoulders. “It’s a good look on you.”
He bucked into Phanes’ body without much of a warning, causing all of Phanes’ golden feathers to flare up and flutter with a mix of pleasure and pain. The demiurge gasped as their eyes rolled back, all breath knocked from their chest. Eros released one of Phanes’ legs, hoisting the other onto his shoulder and beginning his cyclical thrusts, with the rhythmic accuracy of a timekeeper and the intent to break Phanes’ stoic streak once and for all.
“Fu-ck~!” Phanes mewled, meekly flapping the tips of their wings as the paralytic lost its effect. They raised their arms towards Eros’ body in protest, falling short after another few thrusts. The lull of the perfect tempo of in, out, deeper, and harder – it was sending them into a trance, despite their efforts to stay out of such a state. They turned their head away from Eros, only able to gasp for breath as he continued. His tempo began to quicken, and their silence was beginning to crack. “Er-o-os~~!”
“Hm?” Eros hummed, his focus on Phanes’ fluttering happy trail of feathers that barely concealed the bulge in their abdomen with each of his thrusts.
“P-please, Eros, I-I’m– I’m gonna–” Phanes’ plea trailed into a desperate howl, and Eros could feel the demiurge’s walls begin to tighten around him. “Eros, please, please~!”
Eros remained steady, despite feeling himself beginning to overflow as well. He pushed through as Phanes’ warmth enveloped him, an oddly comforting sensation coming from the stoic demiurge. He growled as he felt Phanes’ hands gripping at his wings, sending him over the edge inside of them. Phanes’ grip faltered as he did, allowing him to retreat from the older god’s body. Phanes began to try and prop themselves up, still shaking from their finish.
“How could that affect you so much?” Eros inquired as Phanes forced themselves up to a seated position, leaning against the headboard for support. He sat at the end of the bed, studying Phanes’ quaking figure. “I’ve never seen someone shake like that after cu- oh. Wait a second…”
“W-what?” Phanes whined, breath still erratic and labored. Eros looked at the trail left by Phanes’ dripping cunt, then to the rest of their body, which seemed both electrified and drained.
“That was your first time… ever.” Eros said, inquisitively eyeing the older god. Phanes looked alarmed and flustered by the accusation.
“Wha- no, I-I’ve– It’s not–” Phanes stammered, cheeks flushed with a bright pink hue.
“Phanes. You’re ancient. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years, spent like a human November. You haven’t cum once in your divine life, have you?” Eros said, lips slowly curling up into a smile. Phanes’ eyes widened, a subtle and ashamed nod serving as confirmation that Eros’ suspicion was correct. “Oh, my dear maker… you’ve been building up for far, far too long… let’s fix that.”
“N-no– Eros, w-wait–” Phanes’ protests quickly slurred into a moan as Eros lay between their legs, tongue sliding along the length of their dick.
“Lucky you, having both parts…” Eros whispered, wrapping his lips around Phanes’ tip.
“Why, you little– You- Y-you– Mmnghh~” Phanes was already drunk on pleasure, and Eros knew it. He took their entire length in his mouth with ease, looking up at Phanes with a lecherous gaze. Phanes cupped a hand over their mouth and looked away with a flustered whimper, legs twitching as they felt Eros’ tongue swirling at the tip and flicking over the slit. Eros’ hand wandered towards Phanes’ oversensitive cunt, teasing the lips before quickly diving back inside. “EROS~!”
He lifted his lips from Phanes’ dick with a pop, shooting the demiurge a cheeky grin as he fondled their pulsating cock at a teasingly slow pace.
“Phanes.” Eros playfully rasped, watching Phanes’ composure come crashing down. The demiurge howled in frustration, gripping Eros’ mane and forcing him back down. Eros didn’t protest, more amused than offended by the gesture.
“Don’t…you… dare… fucking… stop…” Phanes shakily commanded, keeping their fingers entangled with Eros’ jet-black locks. Eros’ fingers danced inside the demiurge’s cunt while his tongue waltzed around their dick, all the while he was relishing in the sound of his success. Phanes, normally the most stoic, detached and apathetic of all the Gods in all the pantheons, was a moaning mess before him – and he’d even gotten them to be a little dominant, too. Phanes’ grip in Eros’ hair tightened, and the younger god knew his maker was getting close.
Just a few more seconds of Eros’ tonguework, and a deific lifetime of pent-up frustration in both of Phanes’ departments had been fully drained. Eros had accomplished what no other god would even dream of – he’d shattered Phanes’ stoic mask and their lifelong chastity, and the best part was that no other deity would ever know about it. It would be a sinful little secret that he could hold over Phanes for the rest of their deific lives. He had completely defiled his own creator.
He swallowed the fruits of his labor, looking over the now completely spent Phanes, who wore an unconscious expression of dazed ecstasy, and smiled. The malice was gone, and the impossible done. He plucked a red feather from his wing, pressing it to his lips. The red hue faded into pure white, and he gently pricked Phanes’ arm with the cure to his Descension arrow. The traces of Descension retreated from Phanes’ body in little more than a few seconds. He carefully tucked Phanes’ exhausted body under the red sheets of his domain’s bed, and went back to the cloud from which he usually gazed.
Phanes awoke the next morning, mind still hazy from what had transpired, and spotted Eros back on his cloud. His wings were brighter – maybe they were still tainted with sin and lust, but they looked more vibrant, and free at last. There were no dark patches of thorns on his feathers or his skin, and all the tension they had seen him with before was now absent. The demiurge made their way to him, perching on the cloud next to him and studying his expression. He seemed content.
“You really shouldn’t have taken that thorn from me, you know.” He broke the silence, still wearing a satisfied smile on his lips. “It’s going to eat away at you for a long time…”
“Maybe.” Phanes sighed, then chuckled. “I’m carrying genocidal guilt though… so, having corrosive thoughts like that is nothing new for me.” They followed Eros’ line of sight, landing on the first star that Phanes placed in the night sky after creating him. Phanes had always called it the Love Star for that reason. “How are you feeling, now that you’ve got it out of you?”
“…Light.” Eros said after some thought, looking at Phanes’ loosely draped robes. He raised a brow. “How are you feeling? No-Nut-November stretched a couple thousand Novembers too long with you, how’s it feel to be empty at last, hm?”
“Oddly…liberating.” Phanes admitted.
“Heh. You should empty out more often.” Eros joked. Phanes slapped him with the tip of their wings. “Ahh, there they are. That’s the Phanes I know.”
“Sometimes I think you like it when I beat you up.” Phanes grumbled.
“And sometimes, I think you like being under the influence of my feathers.” Eros exclaimed, plucking one from his wing and pointing it at them. Phanes nudged his hand aside. “Maybe you secretly like being all horny and helpless.”
“I swear to– shut up, or I’ll smite you right here.” Phanes hissed.
“That wasn’t a no~”
“EROS.”
“Phanes.”
“…I hate you.”
“Sure.”
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