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Melinoe prayed that this would work.
Headmistress Hecate had warned her away from this incantation. She said to trust in their plan, and not to divert her attention with mere possibilities.
But Melinoe had to try.
If there was another way to defeat Chronos- a better way, a FASTER way- she would never forgive herself for not pursing it.
Not if she could somehow save her family sooner.
So, she was going to peer into the many threads of the future, and find the right one to pull to unravel Chronos’ reign.
She tossed the last components into the cauldron, and began to chant.
Her voice had hardly faded when there was a blinding flash of light.
And then-
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“Grandfather?”
Melinoe’s voice came out as a pleading whine.
She was perched on the edge of the gilded throne at the center of the House of Hades, hands on the arm, peering up.
She was barely wearing a dress made of gossamer silk, dripping with gems and decorative gold chains.
And her belly, pressed to the side of the throne, was swollen huge.
For a moment, Melinoe was filled with confusion- and horror.
Then she was confused as to why she felt so shocked.
Of course she was pregnant; why would that seem strange all of a sudden?
Her momentary confusion was interrupted by a low, sonorous voice. “Hello, little one.”
One huge hand came down to pat her on the head.
She grabbed Chronos’ wrist. “Grandfather, let me up.”
“Oh? I’m quite busy right now, my girl,” he said, teasing.
Melinoe pouted. “Come on, old man, my feet ache.”
Chronos scoffed. “Is that any way to speak to your beloved grandfather?”
Melinoe put on her best sad hound face. “Please?”
Chronos harrumphed, but visibly softened.
He plucked Melinoe up off the floor as easily as if he were picking a piece of fruit.
Melinoe was nestled backwards into Chronos’ embrace. She rubbed her cheek against his warm chest; he smelled of spices, and his skin was soft and smooth.
His hands went to the massive swell of her belly. “Now, how is my little hellion today?”
Chronos was answered by a flurry of kicks, hard enough to make Melinoe wince.
Chronos laughed. “As feisty as your mother, aren’t you?”
Despite the discomfort, Melinoe smiled. She reached down to cradle her own belly over her grandfather’s hands.
Her womb was so full that her body was ridiculously bloated around it. Soon enough, she was afraid she’d get too big to walk.
A hot mouth was pressed to the back of her neck, just under her ear.
Melinoe gasped and shivered.
“Little distraction,” purred Chronos. “You have no idea what you do to me, my girl.”
She smirked and rubbed her belly. “You’ve given me something of an inkling.”
She took one of his big hands and guided it up to her face. She kissed along the length of one finger then took the tip into her mouth to suckle delicately.
She was pleased to elicit a little gasp from her grandfather.
“Minx,” he growled. “You’re deliberately trying to interrupt my work, aren’t you?”
“Whatever do you mean?” she asked innocently, slowly licking the pad of his finger.
His arms came around her, pulling her tight against his body.
“You’re less subtle than you think, girl.” he said, slowly sliding his hands up the curve of her belly and cupping her breasts. “I know what you want from me.”
She arched up, mewling as his fingers teased over her hardening nipples.
“If you know,” she panted, “Then give it to me. Fuck me, Grandfather.”
“But my dear, think of the baby,” said Chronos with mock concern. “Surely you don’t want us to rattle the poor thing around.”
Melinoe scowled up at him. As if he had ever worried about using her too roughly, even after she got like this.
“The baby is fine,” she grumbled. “I’M the one who you need to pay attention to.”
Chronos laughed.
Getting impatient, Melinoe twisted around until she could turn in his lap, straddling him from the front.
She pulled her skirts up, enjoying Chronos’ possessive little growl as she exposed herself. Then she began to roll her hips, rubbing her damp quim against the bulge of his cock.
Chronos groaned, gripping her hips with both hands. “My girl…”
“I need you, Chronos,” she said, breathy and earnest.
He practically snarled, rutting up into her.
Melinoe began to whimper, her cunt fluttering at the subtle stimulation, desperate for something to fill it up.
She could feel the moment when Chronos’ composure snapped.
He grabbed her around the waist with one huge hand and shifted her weight up, giving him space to reach down and pull his clothing to the side.
His massive cock sprang free, twitching and drooling white droplets down his obsidian skin.
He gave it a brief, careless stroke before thrusting up between Melinoe’s bent legs.
Melinoe groaned loudly as her cunt was caressed, sliding smoothly up and down the shaft of Chronos’ cock.
Chronos tugged on the string of her delicate lingerie until it gave way with a snap, leaving nothing between their skin.
“There we go,” he purred, encouraging her to rub on him. “Time and tide, little one, you’re wet as sin.”
“Please,” she almost sobbed. “Fuck me, fuck me!”
With a ragged groan, Chronos hefted her up and pressed the tip of his cock to her core.
Melinoe keened as she was speared open, sliding down Chronos’ cock until she swore she could feel it in her gut.
Her grandfather wasted no time, fucking her hard and fast until she was crying out.
He held her around the waist, using her like a toy, his lips pulled back in a grimace of savage pleasure.
“Tight as a virgin,” he grunted, thrusting as far as he could inside of her. “Little whore. You were MADE for this, you know.”
“Yes!” she half-sobbed, clutching at his shoulders and trying to steady herself as she was fucked. “I was made for you, grandfather- ah, AH!”
“Perfect little creature.” He kissed her throat, her cheek, and then captured her lips deeply for a moment. “My perfect creation.”
Melinoe keened and hitched her knees up, spreading herself wide and trying to fit as much of him inside her needy body as possible.
“I should invite your family over,” said Chronos casually as he flexed his hips up. “Let them see how well I’m taking care of you. Imagine the look on your father’s face if he saw you like this.”
Melinoe rolled her eyes. “Don’t be disgusting,” she berated him, not letting him see how the humiliating thought made her shiver with strange heat.
“Ahhh, of course, we musn’t be crass,” murmured Chronos into the join of her neck and chin. “Mustn’t imply you would spread your pretty legs for your own kin.”
Melinoe let out a choked squeal, her ‘pretty legs’ tensing up as her grandfather drove into her.
“That’s it, my girl,” he purred, anointing her with kisses. “Let yourself go. Let yourself fall apart on my cock.”
She tensed up, her breathing going hard and shallow as an orgasm began to coil low in her gut.
“Show me what you were made for,” Chronos murmured in her ear. “Show me that you’re mine.”
Melinoe’s head rolled back, and she-
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-She hit the ground with a choked gasp.
For a few moments, Melinoe was disoriented in time and space. She scrambled backwards and expected huge, godlike hands to arrest her movement and scoop her off the ground.
But she wasn’t in the throne room anymore.
Technically, she never had been.
It was all just a vision.
She was sitting next to her cauldron in a clearing of the crossroads, completely alone.
Melinoe stared around herself with wide eyes, panting.
It had just been a vision, but it had felt so REAL. Chronos’ hands, his voice, his skin-
… His COCK, deep inside of her, urging her towards the kind of climax she’d never experienced before…
Mel’s legs came together, and she was shocked and ashamed to find herself wet down the thighs.
She sat in the dirt, staring off into nothing, stunned and bewildered.
...What in all of the underworld and Olympus was she supposed to do with this?!