The Rod of Light; Aftermath

With the numbness and tingling away from my neck, I finally nodded "yes" in response to his question. I lay back after nodding, never having any sort of consensual sex in my life, only being **** by captors, I had no idea what to expect, let alone sex with a God. I stared at the ceiling above me and took in a long sigh. Sorrow furrowed my brow and I felt totally unsure as to whether I should have said "yes" or not, and would my parents be proud of me. Would I be a priestess? Finally?

"Good. Seems that you've made up your mind. And a good choice, I suppose." Apollo rose and stretched as if he was preparing for a marathon. His long locks of hair shone with the sunlight and his mildly chiseled body actually looked quite beautiful, as if he were a great statue coming to life. One thing I noticed about him that totally stood out were his icy blue eyes. I had barely seen people with such stark eyes that I was quite bewildered.

He finally came to my bedside with a towel and gently wiped his piss from my body. Why was he being gentle now? Why was he even... Caring? After he had dried me up, it became apparent to me that I was still bound and slightly paralyzed. He stepped down between my legs and beheld my fruit.

"You are anxious. I can see it from here. Come on. Relax a little for me or I'll never fit." He chuckled and stuck a finger inside me again. The numbness, the paralysis of my vaginal muscles relaxed at his warmth. A moan escaped me and I relaxed a little, letting go some of the tension from the poison wearing off. I raised my head a little and watched. He was taking good care of me, and I still have no idea why.

Suddenly, he kissed my fruit. I felt a jolt from my toes to my spine, up to my neck. I pulled against my restraints in confusion, as no one had ever done that before. I felt something slimy penetrate me, writhing inside of me, hitting erogenous spots that I didn't even know existed. I gasped and pulled against my restraints again, but this time in full pleasure. His arrogance, his cocky attitude still set with me, but I couldn't help but feel so good. Looking down the little I could, his icy gaze met my eyes in a Northern Snow. I felt entranced by his blizzard, by his cold, but by his warmth and his technique. I felt my muscles tensing and I came all over his face.

"Mmmph. Satisfactory." He licked his lips and his hand, cleaning himself of my juices.

I was still gasping for air, the pleasure almost too much. I was in a whirlwind of emotions, wondering why I felt so good, why I wanted... More?

"Now..." His voice had that arrogant air about it, his eyes a beautiful chill. "Now it is time you feel the light of Apollo..."

Gently, he mounted me. He put his rod against my fruit and even that low I could feel the life pulsing inside of it. My brown eyes were lit up like amber lanterns and some fear from when I was captured came to my mind, but I could not cry. Gently, he eased himself inside of me. He stretched my insides, some pain radiating up my body. He was slow, he was diligent in this process, until his hips pressed against mine.

Apollo bucked hard inside me a few times, until he leaned over me and whispered, "You are beautifully bound, you are beautifully a servant of Apollo, and I will have you for my own."

His blue eyes could see in to my soul. I felt myself shiver at his words, my entire body undulating betwixt its bounds. More and more he diligently bucked inside me, I could feel him hitting my cervix. Finding more of my voice, I moaned and gasped as he did so, my body responding in kind to his actions. Soon, his entire cock was soaked with me, the noises of his act getting louder and wetter.

Just as I was about to cum, I felt hot liquid inside of me. He hadn't came, but as he fucked me, he pissed inside me. The sensation felt rather odd, but the combination felt good nonetheless.

"Can't... Can't just clean the outside... Have to clean... The inside, too, don't you?" He continued for a moment and began fucking me faster and faster.

I arched my back and came, and he was still going deep inside me. Was he keeping track of my orgasms? The release that I felt was unlike any other I have ever had in my life. And whether by poison, or by my own body's reactions, I shook and trembled almost violently. The more I shook, the harder he held my hips and the harder he fucked. My body became a terrible sense of the word "numb", but it also ached for him to cum.

I felt a violent twitch inside me and he finally came, bucking straight up in to my cervix. He moaned and held my hips captive in his hands, filling me up.

"I... No one has ever... Made me... Cum this hard..." After saying this, he collapsed on me, breathing hard, a bit of sweat glistening off his body.

"A...A...Apo... Apollo..." I tried my hardest to speak, but it was smothered quickly with a kiss and another buck into my cervix.

As he kissed me, I blacked out from sheer pleasure.

***

I awoke from my excursion inside the temple. I had been laid on a bench, covered by a cloth, my clothes at my feet. I staggered waking up, my body still in the realms of pleasure. As I stood to dress myself, liquids poured out of me. I was so embarrassed, but thank the Gods I was alone. The stream of liquids felt like it had no end to it. I stood and supported myself as the stream continued. After a moment or so, it finally stopped and I was able to dress myself. After I dressed, I made my way to a river to at least clean myself. I found the river closest to the temple and took my clothes off and immersed myself in it. It was creatively deep in the day, possibly close to afternoon and the sun was at its peak. I could see my reflection inside the water.

I had blue eyes.