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Chronos had thought long and hard on how to handle his upstart granddaughter. She’d intervened in his plans for far too long, and no matter what enemies he seemed to throw in her direction, too often did she prevail. Her determination and fighter’s spirit were the problem, he’d decided.
They needed to be broken… she needed to be broken.
Timelines were easy enough to manipulate for a being such as he. He just had to find the right one for his brave, young granddaughter.
To suit his ends, he’d had to scour hundreds of timelines to find just the right one. He’d found it, eventually. A timeline in which Melinoë had not yet been born, but matters in the Underworld were quite… changed. The only thing left to do was to wait for his chance to strike.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ TIME PASSES.... ⊹ ࣪ ˖
When Melinoë, understandably, tried to take advantage of being in this timeline, she was in for quite the rude awakening. Neither her brother nor her father had recognized her. At first, they had laughed at her, but the more insistent she became, the more attention she drew, and this they could not allow. They’d dragged her into Persephone’s garden and had her tied to the tree at the very edge of it. Neither had felt the touch of a woman in years, and as they approached her, it was easy enough to strip Melinoë naked and spend a moment taking in the attractive figure of the woman tied at their mercy.
“Wait, wait! Father, it’s me,” Melinoë begged, even as the Lord of the Underworld made a noise of disgust at the back of his throat. “Can’t you see that?”
“What I see is a harlot who dares think her weak manipulations will work on my family.”
Melinoë wanted to laugh. Or perhaps cry. She could see the sheen of Chronos’ magick in the air and in the eyes of her father and brother, a pale gold shine that had distorted their very sense of self. He clearly sought to see her brought low, and Hells, it was working.
She shuddered as the hands of both her brother and her father wandered across her bare stomach and thighs, feeling the soft skin there. Zagreus smirked as her nipples hardened, his thumbs rolling the nubs first gently, then hard enough to make her yelp. She whimpered as his mouth encircled a breast, shaking her head in disbelief as her father cupped her cunt in the same breath. She jerked her hips back, but his grip on her held Melinoë in place, ensuring she could not pull away.
All the while, Chronos watched from the shadows, his expression hard to make out, though she could see his hand moving by his hips, stroking-- Melinoë blanched at the realization that he was stroking himself to the sight of her like this. She shuddered, even as her cunt tightened and her clit throbbed. The taboo of the situation, despite the horror there, had her juices dripping down her thighs. A fact her father was all too quick to point out as his palm smacked her cunt, startling her.
“Whore, who sent you here to tempt us?”
Melinoë shook her head, trying in vain to explain, but it was though they could not hear the words she spoke. As though the sentiments were warped before they could ever arrive at her father and brother’s ears. She glared at Chronos, hating the smug smirk on his face, hating the fact that she could not seem to tear her eyes away from the faint outline of his cock.
Her attention was diverted however as her father shifted his chiton out of the way, revealing his own hardened member. Melinoë could not help but stare, her face paling as she took in the sheer size of his manhood. She looked helplessly to Zagreus, as if to implore her older brother for help, but she found him standing beside Hades, his own cock in hand, stroking it to its full hardness.
“Zagreus,” Hades spoke, his voice a boom that sent shivers down Melinoë’s spine. “Prepare the girl for me.”
With all the stories she’d heard about her brother’s disdain for their father’s authority, she had not expected him to acquiesce to a command from Hades so easily. The prince nodded, his expression hungry as he stalked towards his sister -- a sister he could not recognize, and as such only saw as a warm body, a tight set of holes to ready for his father to fuck soon after.
Melinoẽ begged him to see reason as he leaned in to kiss her, muffling her alarm as his cock ground against her stomach. “Relax,” Zagreus murmured. “It’ll feel better if you just let yourself take it. He won’t want to punish you as hard if you do.”
Again she shuddered, trying to pull away, but Zagreus took her face in his hands and kissed her deeper, his tongue rolling against hers, and despite herself, Melinoë could feel herself getting wet -- Hells, she’d been wet for longer than she cared to admit, the ministrations on her body, no matter how depraved, getting to her in a way that was hard to deny.
She felt her brother cup her cunt at the same moment she saw her father approach, hefting his cock into his hand and pressing it against her cheek.
“Open.”
Whether self-preservation struck then, or she simply couldn’t deny a demand that came from the father she’d idolized her entire life, Melinoë’s lips parted instinctively. Immediately, she came to regret it, as the cockhead that brushed against her lips was huge, throbbing angrily as it glided upon her tongue. All the while, Zagreus’ fingers stroked at Melinoë’s walls, scissoring them open as she whined in vain, working first two, then three into her and laughing at the way her juices seemed to run down his palm.
“Good girl,” Zagreus said with a grin in his voice. “Think you’re ready for my cock now.”
Melinoë made a noise of protest at the back of her throat, but it was muffled by her father’s cock as it drove into her mouth. Tears built at the corners of her eyes as she was torn by both her desire and her abject horror. In this moment of weakness, she sought out the titan in the shadows, her eyes imploring him to do something, to say something.
Instead, she watched as he flashed with a brilliant gold glow, and as he emerged into the clearing, neither the prince nor the king blinked twice at his sudden appearance. Melinoë whined again, tugging at her restraints with renewed force.
“Another cock might subdue the whore into submission, my Lord,” Chronos said smoothly. “May I?”
Hades grunted, but nodded his allowance as he worked his cock back and forth on his daughter’s tongue. “You may.”
Briefly, Melinoë wondered what Zagreus and her father saw when they looked at Chronos. Whatever magicks the titan had them under was powerful. How would she break his hold over them? Could she break it? She was far from her cauldron and the Crossroads, and her magick was all but depleted. Her helplessness grew as Chronos began to stroke his cock along Melinoë’s tits, the head rubbing against her nipples demeaningly as he smirked down at her.
Though his lips didn’t move, she could feel his voice in her head all the same. Look at you… the Crossroads hero debased by her own kin. You act as though you don’t want it, but grandaughter, I could smell the wet of your cunt from ten feet away.
Melinoë tried to glare at him, but she was distracted by Zagreus taking her knees in each hand, hefting her up, and spreading them wide. Her eyes widened. A moment later, his cock was buried inside his sister, a groan of satisfaction leaving him as he began to pound her up against the tree. Hades chose that moment to pull back so all three men could hear her gasps as Zagreus jack-hammered his cock up into her. The bark behind her dug into Melinoë's back as she was held tight against it and fucked to within an inch of her life.
Finding her mouth free, though drool and precum had leaked across her chin, Melinoë should have used this moment to beg them all to stop, to tell them of Chronos’ manipulations… but instead she found herself moaning for more. Zagreus smiled down at her approvingly, his gaze locked on her bouncing tits as he began to speed up. Occasionally, his eyes flickered down to admire the way her cunt swallowed his cock, how it disappeared easily inside her, emerging streaked in her juices. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice low. “Such a good girl for us.”
Melinoë couldn't help keening at his praise, glancing up at her father as he continued to stroke his cock impatiently. Chronos was murmuring something to him; what was he saying? She squinted, but Zagreus was mouthing at her tits again, telling her how delicious they were, how her nipples were perfect, how her cunt felt divine wrapped around his cock. Each heated word had her clenching around her brother tighter and tighter, her back arching when she felt him bring a thumb to her clit and rub it in eager circles, his mismatched eyes watching hers with an almost canine hunger. Melinoë’s toes curled as, despite herself, pleasure built at the base of her stomach.
Ah, there you go, Melinoë, her grandfather purred into her mind. Cum on your brother’s cock.
With those words, Melinoë was unable to hold her orgasm back a moment more. She cried out as she came, her vision sparking and her walls spasming around Zagreus’s cock. Her brother followed with a shout, Hades’ hand on his shoulder pulling him back just in time for his cum to spurt over Melinoë’s bare body in thick streaks. Her stomach and tits were drenched by the time he was done.
Zagreus was pushed out of the way as Melinoë was finally let down from the tree. Was it over, she wondered? But no -- Chronos, of all people, slipped behind her, easing her down onto the ground. Too limp to do more than glare halfheartedly at the titan, Melinoë allowed him to maneuver her so that her back was against his tall chest.
He reclined back up against the tree, his mouth pressing hot kisses against her neck. Like Zagreus had before, he took her knees into each hand and held them wide. Understanding dawned on her as her father came to kneel beside their parted legs. What had he said about Zagreus preparing her? Melinoë swallowed as Hades crouched over her, his cock pressing against her cunt. “Father, pl-”
A hand came down onto her cunt once more, making Melinoë yelp in pain. Overwhelmed tears spilled down her cheeks as Chronos chuckled quietly behind her.
“I am not your father, girl.” Hades glared down at her. His hand was easily twice the size of her cunt. He gripped it in warning and Melinoë whimpered at her still-sensitive clit.
Say sorry, my girl, Chronos whispered seductively as his mouth licked at her ear. He'll forgive you if you say sorry.
“Sorry, f- Sorry, Lord Hades,” Melinoë swallowed, her eyes shining with tears.
In her periphery, Zagreus was rising onto his knees, watching with avid interest as his father’s fingers spread the young girl’s cunt apart to observe her hole. Zagreus had barely stretched it out. It would be a tight fit, but Hades would make it work. Spitting down onto her cunt, Hades began to grind his cock against her. Melinoë bit her lip, fear making her vision go spotty as she tried to brace herself. This would hurt if she wasn’t relaxed.
It didn’t help feeling Chronos behind her, whispering into her mind all the while about what a dirty slut she was, how she could never show her face at the Crossroads after this, what a beautiful whore she made for her kin to use and take and-- his voice grew heavier with each filthy word. It wasn’t until her father was slowly pushing into her that she realized why. Melinoë’s hips rocked back instinctively, and she could feel Chronos’ cock against her, hard as stone. He was leaking against her, grinding himself against her ass. He groaned deeply against her neck, throbbing at the delicious friction.
By now, Melinoë could barely keep her eyes open -- each sense was overwhelmed by everything around her. She could smell sex in the air, could feel the stretch of her cunt as her father huffed his way into her, could sense Zagreus’ eyes on her face, and taste blood on her tongue as she bit her lip so hard it broke. As another overwhelmed tear slipped down her cheek, Chronos leaned up to lick it away and the revulsion that should have arced through her was gone. Melinoë arched back against her grandfather, and whined.
“I think she wants more, father,” Zagreus whispered, almost awed as his cock twitched. "Needy little thing."
“Then we’ll give her more,” Hades grunted as he worked himself into the whore beneath him. His cock was more than half-way in, and he had only a few more inches to go before her cunt took most of him. He could feel the edges of her womb now, and as he pressed himself deeper, the cry of pained pleasure that left Melinoë told him he was there, he could feel her walls barely containing him, wrapping around his cock like a hot, wet sleeve.
As a heavy breath left him, Hades nodded at Chronos, and the next thing Melinoë knew, she felt a second cock against her, this time lower, against her other hole.
“No,” she pleaded weakly. “Please, no.”
“Don’t worry,” Chronos said aloud. “It’ll feel good. Won’t you come show her how good it’ll feel, my prince?”
Zagreus, whose cock was now coming back to life, nodded eagerly and approached the trio. His lips wrapped around Melinoë’s clit, tearing a scream of pleasure from her as she sobbed in utter and complete overwhelm. Chronos used her moment of distraction to swipe her juices over his cock, pressing it up against her asshole. Hades paused to allow the other man to saw into Melinoë, his cock fit to burst inside her as he watched her asshole first refuse to part, and then slowly, take the lean, long cock.
Melinoë’s eyes rolled back, her body jerking against Chronos’ as her father resumed pounding into her. Back and forth, the two men thrust into her tiny body, Chronos’ hips snapping up while Hades plowed down into her. Melinoë sought something, anything to hold onto and found her brother beside her, his hand taking her own while he flicked his tongue over her clit again and again. Her mind went blank with pleasure, her legs shaking as she came once more, juices spurting out of her and onto her father’s chest.
“I can’t,” Melinoë slurred as they kept going, as Zagreus renewed the pressure over her clit. All three men seemed to drink up her pleasure hungrily, their eyes on her hazy eyes and bloody lip, on the way her tits bounced with each impact within her. “I can’t t-take an-anymore.”
You can, Chronos insisted. You’re being such a good slut for us, my girl. You can take a little more, hm?
Her brother and father seemed to agree. Hades reached down to grab at her tits, pressing them together, squeezing them apart as her brother finally pulled back from her clit to bring his now hard again cock to his sister’s mouth. Melinoë allowed him to slip the length down her throat with ease, her wide eyes upturned to watch as his head tipped back and a positively sinful groan escaped.
Held between all three generations of her family, her cunt and throat crammed full of cock, Melinoë could think of no one and nothing other than this. As her father came inside her with a roar of pleasure, and her grandfather continued to bounce her atop his cock, she could no longer remember her reason for protesting.
She allowed Chronos to push her forward onto her hands and knees once her father had pulled out, leaving a wad of cum so thick inside her it refused to drip out. She felt him spread her cheeks apart and resume fucking her ass. Each harsh thrust had Melinoë gagging on Zagreus’ cock, her lips stretched wide around the base of him. He held his sister by her hair, using the blonde handfuls to drag her up and down his cock until she was choking around it. Idly, she could feel hands all over her. Slaps rained down on her ass, thumbs played with her nipples and someone’s fingers scooped up the cum slowly draining out of her gaping cunt to smear it across her tits. She felt and looked like a mess.
It was liberating, in its own way, to feel her mind slip away, to allow time to stretch on and on and on -- nothing mattered other than this. Nothing could ever matter more than this.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ TIME PASSES.... ⊹ ࣪ ˖
Chronos observed the blonde on the grass as his cock slipped out of her. She’d lost consciousness just before he came and now lay collapsed against her winded brother. Her hair was matted and her lip was crusted with blood. She lay on the ground, her body bruised and drenched in a mixture of her own juices, her brother’s cum, and her father’s seed. Chronos’ own spend leaked out of her fluttering asshole.
He wondered what to do with her now that he sensed her spirit was utterly broken. He could still take her back to the Crossroads to live with her shame. That had been the plan, after all.
But, now that he’d seen and felt what she had to offer, he thought perhaps she was better suited to his needs here, in this timeline.
Two birds with one stone, and all that.
Yes, Chronos thought to himself as he appraised Melinoë’s slumbering form. That would do quite nicely.