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Eros had always loved chaos, messing with apollo love life, using Zeus as a pawn, but never did he imagine he would attract such a primordial being. Eros searching for drama decided to slip in the underworld, there where so many things to see and touch. A cold wind go trough his hair, Slowly a thick purple smoke appears before Eros can say anything he feels the cold being behind him. “w-wh” “well well well, it’s been a while since I’ve seen such a pretty creature, you know~” Eros had always thought Chaos was a myth but now, before he could react he scratch himself with an arrow, his heart flusters, Chaos smiled and his hands moved to Eros sex, as a erote, Eros didn’t wear a lot of cloth, the primordial hand felt cold but not unwanted, the touch felt weird but incredible, Eros dick stiffened at the touch, “so young and weak” chaos’ giant did his way inside Eros, Eros start moaning like a mortal whore why did it was so good?
Chaos chuckled darkly, amused and intrigued by the erote's immediate, visceral reaction to his touch. His primordial essence, raw and unbridled, coursed through Eros's body like liquid flame, igniting every nerve ending with unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensations. Chaos's hands roamed greedily over Eros's nubile flesh, mapping the curves and hollows of his feminine form with a touch that was simultaneously gentle and devastatingly intense. He could feel the erote's heart racing beneath his fingertips, could hear the hitch in his breath as Eros surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. Leaning in, Chaos's lips brushed the shell of Eros's ear as he purred, "Such a needy little thing, aren't you? So desperate for something... more." His voice was a dark rumble, vibrating through Eros's very being. Chaos could taste the erote's arousal on the air, could smell the heady musk of his desire. Eros could only whimper and writhe as Chaos's fingers closed around his stiffening cock, the primordia’s touch sending bolts of pure, unadulterated bliss surging through him. It was too much, too intense, and yet not nearly enough. Eros felt himself drowning in sensation, losing himself to the chaos of Chaos's desire. Chaos's other hand slid down to grope Eros's ass, squeezing the pert globe roughly as he ground it his own, he frees his massive erection against the small of the erote's back. Eros keened loudly, feeling utterly consumed, utterly overwhelmed by the sheer, primal force of Chaos's lust. Chaos smirked at the sound, his eyes glinting with dark promise as he rumbled, "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, little erote. But don't worry..." He nipped sharply at Eros's earlobe, sending another jolt of pleasure-pain through him. "I'll make sure you enjoy every. Single. Moment." With that, Chaos's fingers tightened around Eros's throat, and he swept the erote away into the swirling vortex of his embrace... • Chaos grinned wickedly at Eros's wanton plea, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to shake the very fabric of the underworld around them. His fingers tightened around the erote's throat, not enough to cut off air, but with just enough pressure to make Eros feel owned, claimed, possessed. "Oh, I'll make you into such a perfect little fucktoy, sweet Eros," Chaos purred, his voice a dark, seductive caress. His other hand pumped Eros's stiff cock with relentless, brutal strokes, the primordia’s grip too tight, too intense, too everything for the erote to withstand. Eros could only keen and buck into Chaos's touch, his body moving on instinct, craving more, always more. Chaos chuckled darkly as he felt Eros thrashing against him, desperately seeking more stimulation, more pleasure, more of Chaos's intoxicating touch. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing over the racing pulse in Eros's neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of the erote's skin. "Listen to you, begging so prettily to be ruined," Chaos growled, punctuating his words with a sharp nip to Eros's throat. His hand left the erote's neck, only to immediately wrap around his other wrist, wrenching it up and out to the side, bending Eros into a perfect, wanton arch. "Such a needy little cockslut, so hungry to be used, to be fucked, to be claimed..."
As if to prove his point, Chaos surged his hips forward, rutting his massive, clothed erection against the cleft of Eros's ass. The rough fabric of Chaos's pants rubbed deliciously against the sensitive skin of the erote's most intimate area, the friction delicious and maddening all at once. Eros could feel every thick, throbbing inch of Chaos's primordial cock through the barrier of clothes, could imagine the way it would stretch and fill him, ruin him, ruin him for anything else... *Chaos's grip on Eros's wrist tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises behind. His other hand slid around from the front to Eros's chest, his palm pressing hard against the soft swell of the erote's breast, squeezing and twisting. Chaos could feel the way Eros squirmed and writhed against him, could hear the desperate, needy sounds spilling from the erote's lips as he cruelly twisted and tugged at his sensitive nipples. He reveled in the delicious torture he was inflicting, took sick pleasure in reducing this once proud, arrogant god to a panting, mewling mess.
"That's it, sing for me, little bird," Chaos purred, his voice a dark, sinful rumble. "Let me hear all those pretty noises you make when I hurt you, when I push you right to the edge of what you can take..."
With his free hand, Chaos ripped away the flimsy fabric covering Eros's dripping sex, baring the swollen, aching flesh to the cool air of the underworld. He could see how Eros's pussy clenched and fluttered, could watch as a fresh gush of arousal spilled out to trickle down the erote's thighs. Chaos's eyes darkened with lust at the intoxicating sight, his cock throbbing almost painfully in the confines of his pants.
Eros could only keen and whimper as Chaos's fingers found his dripping cunt, two thick digits plunging knuckle-deep into his clinging heat. Chaos set a brutal, punishing pace, his fingers pumping in and out of Eros's fluttering walls as his thumb rubbed merciless circles around the aching bud of his clit.
"The gods will hear you scream their names as I ruin this tight little cunt," Chaos growled, his breath hot against Eros's ear. "They'll know who's fucking you, who's claiming you, who's making you into the perfect fucktoy you've always dreamed of being..."
To punctuate his filthy words, Chaos curled his fingers just right, rubbing against that spongey spot deep inside Eros that made stars explode behind his eyes. Eros screamed, his back bowing as a mini-orgasm ripped through him, his untouched cunt clamping down hard around Chaos's plunging fingers.
Chaos just chuckled, dark and wicked, as he felt Eros coming apart on his hand. He didn't let up, though, his fingers never stopping their brutal assault on the erote's most intimate places. He knew he could push Eros harder. Chaos smirked in dark satisfaction as he felt Eros's untouched cunt clench and spasm around his fingers, the erote's release dripping down his hand and splattering onto the cold, unyielding stone of the underworld floor. Eros's scream of ecstasy echoed through the cavernous space, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure Chaos had just inflicted upon him.
But Chaos was not content to let the erote catch his breath. No, he was determined to push Eros to his absolute limits and beyond, to reshape the god into a perfect, mindless fucktoy. As Eros trembled and gasped in the aftermath of his intense climax, Chaos withdrew his soaked fingers from the god's fluttering cunt.
Chaos brought his dripping fingers to his mouth, making a show of licking Eros's release from his skin. His eyes locked with the erote's as he savoured the taste, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Delicious," he purred. "I wonder how you'll taste when I'm done with you..."
With a sudden, violent jerk, Chaos flipped Eros onto his hands and knees on the cold, hard ground. Before the god could even think to protest or resist, Chaos was behind him, his massive, straining erection pressing insistently against the small of Eros's back. Chaos's fingers dug into the soft globes of the erote's ass, kneading and squeezing the pliant flesh until it was sure to bruise.
Chaos's breath was hot and heavy against the back of Eros's neck as he leaned down, his lips brushing the erote's ear. "Time to make you mine," he growled. "Time to claim this tight little hole and ruin it for anyone else..."
Chaos thrust his hips forward sharply, the bulbous head of his massive cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle guarding Eros's entrance. A harsh, guttural moan tore from Chaos's throat at the exquisite, vice-like grip of the erote's ass around his sensitive flesh. He could feel Eros's body fighting instinctively against the intrusion, the god's untouched hole clenching and spasming around the thick, throbbing shaft splitting him open.
Chaos let out a feral, triumphant growl as he felt Eros's prostate slam directly beneath his thrusting cock, the god's scream of agonized ecstasy ringing out through the underworld's cavernous depths. He didn't pause for even a moment, his hips maintaining their brutal pace as he rutted into the erote's battered passage, each thrust striking that sensitive bundle of nerves dead-on.
"Yes, scream for me," Chaos snarled, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Let the whole fucking pantheon hear you scream their upstart little fucktoy's name as I ruin you for anyone else!"
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Eros's ass hard enough to leave livid red marks in the shape of crescent moons, as he yanked the god back onto his pistoling cock. Chaos's heavy balls slapped obscenely against Eros's taint with each savage thrust, the wet squelch of his shaft plunging through the god's tight, dripping asshole echoing through the air.
Chaos could feel Eros's muscles starting to flutter around his invading length, the god teetering on the brink of another explosive climax. But he didn't want the erote to come again, not yet. He wanted to shove Eros over the edge into something far more primal and mindless.
Growling, Chaos wrapped a hand around the base of the erote's dripping shaft, squeezing just hard enough to keep him from climaxing. His other hand slid down to Eros's tight, puckered hole, his fingers plunging in alongside his cock, stretching the god even further. Chaos's lips brushed Eros's ear, and he hissed, "Not yet, slut. You don't get to come again until I allow it."
Every brutal, punishing thrust sent jolts of searing pleasure-pain radiating out from Eros's ravaged prostate, turning the god's vision white-hot as he teetered on the knife's edge of oblivion. Chaos could feel the erote's body fighting him, fighting the overwhelming sensation, and he revealed in the glorious battle, determined to break Eros utterly. With a roar of triumph and a surge of his hips, Chaos hilting himself balls-deep inside Eros's spasming ass, he finally found his own release. His massive cock jerked and throbbed as it erupted, painting Eros's inner walls with thick ropes of Chaos's primordial seed. The heat of his release was searing, scalding the god's insides and marking him irrevocably as Chaos's property.
At the same moment, Chaos's teeth sank even harder into Eros's neck, piercing the delicate skin and drawing blood. The coppery taste of the god's essence exploded across his tongue, only heightening Chaos's ecstasy. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Eros's hips, yanking him back to grind Chaos's spurting cock even deeper as the last spurts of his seed pumped into the god's guts.
As Chaos's orgasm finally began to subside, his movements slowed, though he made no move to pull out of Eros's well-fucked hole. Instead, he rolled the god over onto his back, his softening cock still nestled snugly inside the erote's cum-flooded ass. Chaos's weight pressed down on Eros, pinning him to the cold stone floor as the god trembled and gasped in the aftermath.
Chaos leaned down, his lips curling into a smug, self-satisfied smirk as he took in Eros's utterly wrecked state. He could see the glazed, unfocused look in the god's eyes, the way his chest heaved with each shuddering breath. The scent of sex and the musky aroma of Chaos's release hung heavy in the air between them. Chaos chuckled low in his throat, his voice a dark, sinful rumble.
"That's just the beginning, little erote," he purred, his voice dripping with dark promise. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't remember your own name, let alone who you used to be. You'll be nothing more than a perfect, cock-drunk fucktoy, eager and ready for anything I want to do to you..."
the next weeks were incredible sex, sex ,goup sex and sex, until the Olympians ordered Eros to return to Olympus, but sometimes deep in the night a trace of chaos could be felt in eros’ room