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𓅨 Eros: Chapter Four

Eros: Married to Dream of the Endless, you find yourself sent back in time to Ancient Greece where you, unfortunately, meet Oneiros. Fresh off a divorce and drowning the sorrows of his son’s death by indulging in the Panathenaia, you find yourself trapped beneath the lustful gaze of your future husband. In your defense, he seduced you first…

Warnings: Filth, just, filth. Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Morpheus x Wife!Reader, Time Travel, Oneiros is used for AncientGreek!Morpheus.

Word Count: ~3.9

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Tenses may be mixed up, I’m working on a project that uses different tense than normal. This is supposed to be past but 🤷‍♀️ my brain is like: worbs

Some of your favorite moments with Morpheus was after you had made love and he would just hold you. You, of course, were always a half conscious blob of jello languidly draped across your husband with such exhaustion that you couldn’t even twitch a pinkie. Overwhelmingly satisfied. He was a very comfortable being to sleep upon as you had long since discovered. So when you cracked your eyes open and discovered yourself to be tucked against the softest of sheepskin and linen, alone, disappointment and sadness filled your body. Morpheus, not once, had ever left you to wake up alone. You stared at the ceiling of wherever you were and silently reminded yourself that Oneiros wasn’t your husband.

Yet.

“Do shut up,” You sighed to the little voice in the back of your head.

“Do you always speak to your being in such manner?” Oneiros’ dulcet voice was almost syrupy, thick and heavy. The type you’d want to lick from his lips. Your fingers sank into the linen beneath you and you sat up, twisting your head to look at the lounging, half dressed endless. Well, he wasn’t even half dressed! He’d wrapped a chiton around his waist but hadn’t bothered to pin it at his shoulders. That left you with a very delicious view of his chest. You swallowed thickly, body shivering and informing you of the sweet aches that now graced it.

“Only when my intrusive thoughts are so bold,” You softly admitted, tilting your head to the side. “They can be rather impudent.” Oneiros’ eyes didn’t bother to stay constant to yours, drinking in the sight of your naked skin that still remained so empty of devotion. Of course he’d managed to paint upon your flesh a few touches of reverence, but it was still a far cry from a masterpiece he intended to finish.

“And what thoughts of yours have called for such remarks?” You didn’t miss the way his dark hunger filled eyes danced with amusement and interest. It was so much more pleasant than the agony he had started out with. You shifted where you were, slipping your legs over the side of the bed and perched yourself in a comfortable position that hid very little of your body. What did you have to hide from the being destined to be your husband? Your whole world?

“Only that you are not mine,” You answered loftily, kicking out a foot and wiggling your toes, you’d paint them upon returning home. Perhaps a nice shade of burgundy? The endless sipped on his wine for a few moments more, enjoying seeing you lounge about so relaxed. Certainly after he’d chased you around the city for nearly a week. He probed further.

“And your impudent thought?” You lifted your chin, a half smile upon your lips.

“Yet,” Your one word answer had the goblet of wine halting half way to his lips, blue eyes gaining a silver tinge to them. Yet. Such a simple word that spoke of a vast future he could indulge in. Could? No, he would indulge for you had given him explicit permission. Lazily placing his goblet of wine to the side, Oneiros let his eyes drink in your body for just a few moments more before rising from his seat.

He hadn’t bothered to pin his chiton as you had noted earlier, so when he stood tall the silken fabric fluttered to the floor giving you a more than mouthwatering view of the endless. You began wondering if all the statues in Athens had been modeled after Oneiros because he had the chiseled body of pure marble. Stars more like it.

“Care to drink delights from the source?” You offered, leaning back on your hands with a smirk. You let your eyes drop to the sizable erection that had, only hours before, carved pure delight and pleasure from your body. Sliding your hand along the soft sheets, you offered your palm out to him. “Or would you prefer the soft touch of my hand and lips? I think I’ve abstained from you long enough.”

“Abstained?” Oneiros repeated, moving forwards like a leopard closing in on prey. “You have kept yourself and your temptress being from me with intention. Do not think that I shall so easily give you the pleasure of my body to your own whims after your lascivious actions.” Oh you wanted to laugh at his words! Lascivious!? He was in for a surprise now that you were actually trying. So when you giggled softly in amusement at his entirely unveiled threat, the Endless decided that you, perhaps, needed a little lesson in humility.

Converging on your leisurely perched body, Oneiros had you falling onto your back with a soft gasp as he hovered over your body, arms pressed on either side of your head. You couldn’t help the streak of fire that bloomed between your legs, certainly not when you had him hovering over you naked. Or did he have you beneath him?

Your breath hitched when Oneiros leaned down, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing you with the promise of a scorching kiss. The heat emanating from his body sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel the tension building between you. Would he ravage you like he had hours previously? You gazed up at him, the silver flecks in his eyes mesmerizing you, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. He was so different yet entirely the same as the being you had married. Your fingers found themselves caressing his sculpted cheek, soaking in what you missed most dearly. The air crackled with anticipation as he finally closed the distance between your lips, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss that left you breathless.

His hands roamed your body with a possessiveness that both thrilled and intimidated you. Every touch sent bolts of electricity through your veins, igniting a fire deep within you. You arched into his touch, wordlessly begging for more as desire coursed through your veins. With fire blazing within his eyes, he brought his mouth to the column of your neck. His tongue traced a path of fiery desire along your throat, leaving trails of burning sensation in its wake.

As he continued his slow descent, your sank your teeth into your lip to stave off a pathetic whimper. Your senses were being overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch, the tastes, the scents, the textures. Every part of your being seemed to grow more acute, more sensitive, as his touch became more intimate. Did your body not already know his touch? Had it forgotten it in the week you had been in Athens?

A tingling sensation spread across your skin as he slowly traced his fingers over your collarbone and down to the soft curves of your breasts. He cupped your breast firmly in his hand and leaned in to kiss it, his warm lips pressing against your sensitive flesh. The warmth of his tongue against your nipple sent shivers down your spine as he swirled it around, teasing and tantalizing you.

Your shoulders pressed against gossamer linen when Oneiros’ mouth fully encapsulated your breast, suckling and grazing his teeth against your soft skin. The sigh that passed through your parted lips was one of pure pleasure, yet touched by a need for more. The throb between your sticky thighs was demanding his attention, not your breasts.

“Please,” You rasped, fingers combing through hair while your nails softly scraped against his scalped. “I need you inside me.” A rumbling laugh, just barely discernible, emerged from his chest and intense eyes met your needing ones.

“And you will wait, αστέρι μου,” The Endless warned, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “For as long as it takes to be satisfied.”

“As long as what takes to be satisfied?” You almost feared his response.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your jawline, leaving a trail of warmth that seared into your skin.”My hunger,” he whispered in your ear, sending a frightful shiver up your spine. Well shit. Your husband was known to have quite the appetite but this... this was hunger on a whole different level. While your brain was internally panicking, Oneiros scraped his teeth down your body. Biting at your neck, nipping your breast, sinking his teeth into your hip until you bucked them against his sinful mouth…

Your nails scratched his scalp all the way down to the nape of his neck and your entire body trembled because he hadn’t even put his mouth anywhere near your cunt yet! You really should have thought this through before offering. Oh well, too late to turn back. Like you would even want to. Your lips parted and a strangled sound slipped from your lips when Oneiros’ tongue dragged across your thigh, collecting the combination of your releases still marking your body.

His tongue licked up your body, leaving a wet trail from your thigh to your cunt. You arched your back, offering yourself to him, unable to contain the delectable moans that escaped your lips. He was devouring such beautiful sounds. Midnight stars met your gaze and the Endless didn't break his gaze from your face as he teased you, inching closer to the seeping wetness between your legs, the taste of you on his tongue. But never exactly where you wanted him! Oh what a vindictive love your husband could be. Sweet, sweet, torturous love. A kind of love that you never got to experience but were certainly now hungry for.

The intensity of Oneiros' gaze still lingered, his eyes burning into yours with a fiery passion. The sweet scent of your combined releases clung to his lips as he reached over for his abandoned goblet of wine. His fingers curled around the stem, the red liquid swishing as he brought it to his waiting lips. A contented smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he savored the taste, his gaze never leaving yours. It was delicious, but not as delicious as you. Rather set the goblet aside and resume his wanderings of your body, your eyes nearly bulged when he carelessly, and entirely on purpose, spilled the rest of his drink upon your body.

The crimson liquid dripped and stained the pristine white sheets, snaking down your waist, your hip, and pooling along your thighs. The sight made your heart race, and a whimper escaped your throat as you squirmed beneath him. You were his to claim, and he knew it. He dipped his fingers into the spilled wine and ran them across your inflamed skin, leaving a trail of crimson and tingles. He smirked as he watched your face twist in pleasure and torment. You almost hated his smug face!

The haunting whisper of Oneiros, his words dripping with seduction and darkness, sent a chill down your spine. "Do you crave this, αστέρι μου?" he murmured, his voice laced with a dangerous desire that made your entire body shiver. His words were like poisoned honey, tempting and deadly. Why had you never seen this side of your husband? "Do you yearn to taste me like I yearn for you? To succumb to the depths of my darkness?" You’d bask in it if that meant he would be happy. With every word, his grip on you tightened until you could feel his presence consuming you entirely.

“Do stars not shine brightest when cradled by the night?” You breathlessly answered, fingers winding through obsidian strands until you had a solid hold. You pulled his face back to yours. "I am nothing without the darkness that consumes me." You whispered across his lips, daring to taste the wine from his lips once more. He let you, for only but a moment, then detached your fingers from his hair and pressed your wrist beside your head. Damn it.

“What greed you have this day,” He growled softly, running his free hand down your side and to your wine soaked hip and thigh. “Shall I bring out silk and ribbon to rectify your insatiable appetite?”

“So says the starving man refusing to eat,” You bravely countered. That was, perhaps, the wrong thing to say to him, for his eyes turned black and a deadly smirk appeared on his wine soaked lips. He didn’t respond, but you could feel the tension from your words within his touch as he pulled up one of your wine splashed thighs and licked your flesh.

The heat of his tongue had you squirming and arching against his body, wiggling in such a way that Oneiros cock twitched, demanding attention.

Gods you wanted to wrap your lips around him so bad.

But was he going to let you? Of course not. You’d given him permission to indulge in your body, to sate his thirst. So you were left squirming in his grasp as he licked your thighs clean of the wine he intentionally spilled and softly whimpering at each bite Oneiros made. When his teeth scraped upwards, you bucked your hips and pulled against his grasp, chasing after the high of pleasure Oneiros was slowly pulling from your body. He hadn’t even touched your clit and you were already on the cusp of an orgasm!

Tracing a trail of wine up the curve of your pelvis, Oneiros allowed his tongue to linger in the places you shivered and shed away from.

Your breath hitched as his tongue flicked against the most sensitive spots, drawing out gasps that seemed to further arouse him. The tips of your fingers curled into the sheets, seeking purchase in a world where you were losing your grip. Your eyes fluttered open, the darkness around you filled with shadows of Oneiros' fierce intensity.

His fingers, slick with your arousal, found their way to your cunt, rubbing circles that sent shivers down your spine. "Please," you begged, your voice wavering with need. "Please, I need more."

Oneiros chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your body. "Patience, my dear," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You've had me at my most impatient, and now it's my turn to indulge in you. But first, I want to taste you."

With that, he lowered his mouth to your cunt, inhaling deeply. He licked his lips, savoring the scent of your arousal, and then he dove in.

His tongue danced around your folds, tracing delicate patterns that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your limbs. You moaned and thrust against his mouth, craving more of his touch. But he wasn't hurried; instead, he took his time, savoring every taste, every sound you made.

His fingers curled around your thighs, holding you open for his exploration. Oneiros pressed his fingers against your entrance, teasing you gently, drawing out your wetness and heightening your arousal. The wet sounds of his mouth against your sensitive skin filled the room, as did your gasps and whimpers, like a symphony of desire.

He continued to explore, his tongue darting in and out, tasting you deeply, while his fingers teased your cunt vindictively. You were lost in a whirlwind of sensation, your body arching and twisting beneath his skilled touch. Your breath came in short gasps, and you clawed at the sheets, trying to hold onto something, anything, in this swirling sea of pleasure.

Oneiros' eyes lingered on your face, watching your expressions of ecstasy, and he knew the moment was close. Leaning forward, he dragged his tongue up your sensitive flesh, teasing your clit with the faintest touch. The muscles in your thighs tightened, and you let out a strangled moan as the tips of his fingers circled your cunt, keeping you teetering on the edge.

With your climax within reach, he moved his mouth away, his eyes never leaving yours. You whimpered in protest, but he shook his head, smirking. "Not yet, αστέρι μου. I want to feel you come apart in my hands."

You stared back at him, your eyes wide with pleading. He was being such a bastard about this!

He resumed his ministrations, his fingers now thrusting inside you in a rhythm that perfectly matched the pulsing of your arousal. Your muscles gripped his fingers like a velvet vice, drawing him deeper inside you with each thrust. Meanwhile, his tongue continued its dance with your clit, each caress more urgent than the last.

Your body began to convulse, your moans growing louder and more desperate. Oneiros watched as your face screwed up with the intensity of your pleasure, and he knew that the moment of your climax was near.

Just as you were about to break free from the throes of your orgasm, he pulled away, yet again. Your eye twitched in anger.

“Surely you aren’t this cruel,” You rasped.

Oneiros locks his intense gaze on you, his voice dripping with sensual urgency. "Surrender to me completely," he urged, his breath hot against your ear. "Embrace the ecstasy and let it consume you, αστέρι μου." His words send shivers down your spine as you struggle to resist the overwhelming desire pulsing through your body.

You closed your eyes, imagining the warmth of his touch, the taste of his lips, and the feel of his fingers inside you. How good he felt within your body. Your pleasure peaked and tipped over the breaking point.

Your body arched and shook, your moans filling the room with their raw intensity. Oneiros watched, his own desire building, as you reached the peak of your climax. Your muscles clenched around his fingers, and your cries grew louder and more intense. You finally called out his name. "Oneiros!"

He knew that you were now truly his, and he could feel the power of your submission coursing through him. Your body trembled beneath his touch, surrendering to the pleasure he provided. Your chest ached and your cunt throbbed, you still held a thirst that he had yet to sate.

“Is that all you wish to consume?” You boldly question in between pants. Teeth sink into the meat of your thigh and you groan, the pain ever so delicious combined with the high still clinging to your limbs.

He chuckled darkly, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "That is only the beginning," he whispered, tracing his fingers along the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh as he rises above you, hovering in such a way that his cock hovers just above your cunt. He gazes into your eyes with a hint of hunger and a promise of satisfaction. "Prepare to be devoured," he says, his voice low and husky. " For I have so much more to give you."

Your body trembles, your heart racing as anticipation washes over you. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, the tension between the two of you reaching an almost unbearable high. Oneiros slowly moves his hips, teasing you with the head of his cock, brushing against your most sensitive spots. You buck and writhe, but his hold upon you is strong. You go to complain, but your mouth is intercepted by his.

His lips crash against yours, swallowing your protest in a frenzied kiss that leaves you breathless and weak. You feel the thrust of his tongue, tasting and claiming you, his actions echoing the intentions of his body as he inches closer to your cunt.

A soft whimper escapes your lips, need coursing through your veins. Oneiros smirks, his eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. Where was this feral version of your husband? How had you not experienced his rabid love before?

As his lips continue to devour yours, Oneiros' fingers trace a path up your arm, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. "You are mine," he growled possessively, his voice rumbling like a low thunder. "And I will take you. Every part of you."

"Please," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. "Take me. Make me yours."

Oneiros smirked wickedly, his eyes gleaming with hunger and satisfaction. He grips your thigh, pulling it against his side, and with one swift movement, he thrusts himself into you. Your fingers dig into the bedding beneath you, nails turning to claws as you throw your head back. The sensation of him inside you is unlike anything you've experienced before. Raw, primal, and undeniably powerful. Godly.

Your breath hitches as he begins to move, slowly at first, but then increasing in pace. Each thrust is deliberate, each kiss more possessive, each whisper even more lust soaked the the previous. You're losing yourself in this erotic whirlwind, in this animalistic fusion of pleasure and pain. You feel him deep inside, claiming you as his own. All over again.

As Oneiros' thrusts become more intense, his eyes locked onto yours with an animalistic hunger, you find yourself lost in his gaze. His dominance overwhelms you, yet it also liberates something within you, a wild and untamed desire. You enjoyed this side of him.

Your body arches beneath him, each movement synchronized with his, one being fueling the other. Your moans become cries of pleasure.

Oneiros' breath is heavy against your skin, his voice low and urgent as he demands more. More? One of your hands finds his back and you dig your nails into his pearlescent flesh.

He grips your hips harder in tune, pulling you even closer to him, and you know that he's reaching the peak of his control. Your eyes meet his in the hazy, intimate moment, and you can see the raw hunger reflected in his gaze. He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Give yourself to me, αστέρι μου."

You nod, gasping for air as his thrusts become even more urgent. You feel your own release building, a fiery tempest threatening to consume your entire body. Your nails, digging into his back, nearly draw blood as crescent moon-shaped marks upon his skin appear. A cry departs your lips and Oneiros jumps at the chance to devour that precious sound.

He kisses you fiercely, his tongue invading your mouth, tasting your affection for him. You moan into his kiss, your body trembling violently with the force of your orgasm. The room fills with the sound of your combined passion, a symphony of raw emotion and near feral desire.

As you come down from your peak, Oneiros holds you close, unfairly, not out of breath. He chooses to remain in your arms and resting his head upon your chest, finding the steady beat of your ‘mortal’ heart calming.

His voice is soft now, but still possesses that undertone of desire. "You are the light that has guides me from darkness, αστέρι μου," he murmurs, silver blue eyes ablaze in possession. “And yet, I cannot fathom that which you have descended from like a dove clasping an olive branch.” You stare at the ceiling, your body shivering as the aftershocks of his possessive love continue to spread.

“Do you really wish to know me, my lord?” You speak, your voice hoarse. “My story is short and uninviting to one so grand. I’d much rather indulge in the delights of your company.”

“Oh, αστέρι μου," Oneiros murmured, his words a gentle caress upon your skin as he nuzzles your chest. His voice is filled with reverence and adoration. "Your story is now entwined with mine, and it is one I am eager to unravel. For you are a shining star in the dark expanse of my night, a radiant being I have yet to meet. And one I design to devour."

Date Published: 5/21/24

Last Edit: 5/21/24

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