Claim her

I pushed my trousers down just enough to free myself.

The cool air of the garden hit my skin, but only for a second. My blood was pumping so hard, so hot, that I barely felt the temperature. I stood there, fully erect, the heavy, pulsing reality of my desire exposed to the dappled sunlight.

Megara looked down. Her breath hitched in her throat, a small, audible gasp that betrayed just how much her composure had shattered. She didn't look away. Her violet eyes traced the length of me, taking in the thickness, the veins, the sheer, undeniable presence of it.

"Well," she breathed, a flush rising from her chest to her neck. "That certainly isn't a myth."

She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly, and wrapped her hand around the shaft. Her touch was hesitant at first, then firm. She squeezed.

"Solid," she whispered, looking up at me through her lashes. "Just like I hoped."

"Let go, Meg," I said, my voice rough. "I give the orders."

She released me reluctantly.

I stepped into her space. I placed my bare hands on her waist, feeling the curve of her hips through the bunched-up fabric of her dress.

"Jump," I commanded.

She understood. She pushed off the ground, and I caught her effortlessly. I hoisted her up, my hands sliding down to cup her bottom, supporting her weight as if she were made of air.

"Wrap your legs around me," I instructed.

Megara locked her ankles behind my back. She was now suspended against the tree, her center perfectly aligned with mine. She clung to my shoulders, looking down at me, her face flushed and eager.

"You're strong," she noted, her voice breathless. "Hercules lifts pillars. But you... you lift me."

"Hercules lifts dead weight," I corrected her, adjusting my grip on her soft flesh. "I lift what I intend to keep."

I pressed forward. The tip of my cock brushed against her wet, slick entrance. She hissed at the contact, her hips jerking reflexively.

"Steady," I murmured, holding her firmly against the bark.

I looked into her eyes. I wanted her to be present for this. No closing her eyes, no fantasizing. Just her, me, and the gravity binding us together.

I began to push inside.

It was a slow, deliberate invasion. Her body was tight, clinging to me, but the wetness I had drawn from her earlier made the path smooth. I watched her pupils dilate as I stretched her open.

"Oh... oh, Hades..." she groaned, dropping her head onto my shoulder. Her nails dug into the back of my coat. "Ray... you're so... big..."

"Look at me, Meg," I ordered.

She lifted her head, her face twisted in a mask of beautiful, raw sensation.

I pushed deeper. Past the muscle ring. Past the point of no return. I didn't stop unti my pelvis slammed against hers with a dull, fleshy thud. I was buried to the hilt.

Megara let out a long, broken cry, her body bowing backward, pressing her spine against the olive tree. She was completely filled, impaled on me, anchored to the world by my weight inside her.

We stayed like that for a moment, motionless. I let her adjust to the fullness. I could feel her inner walls pulsating around me, milking me, trying to comprehend the intrusion.

"You feel that?" I whispered into her ear. "That weight?"

"Yes..." she sobbed, tears of overstimulation pricking her eyes. "It's... it's heavy. It feels... grounded."

"That's because I'm not going anywhere," I said. "I'm not flying off to save the day. I'm right here. Inside you."

I pulled back slowly, almost completely out, leaving just the head inside. She whimpered at the loss. Then I slammed back in.

Thud.

Her breath left her lungs in a rush.

"And I'm going to ruin you for every 'hero' who comes after me," I growled.

I began to move in earnest.