"You're not ten years old anymore." His voice sounded whimsical, like a pet impudent cat. "Don't you understand? You, being the right hand of the God of Love — and still a virgin! Don't you think it's time for you to do something about it? Yes, I'm not arguing, it's easier for me, with my level of attractiveness, to find someone for myself, but you don't look so bad at all! Besides..." Especially when a narrow gentle foot lightly kicked you in the shoulder in a capriciously spoiled action while you were sitting next to him. "Don't you dare ignore me! Are you listening? This is important!... You're undermining my authority! Not only did you have no experience, but you're not interested in it either! Then why did you become a priest of the God of Love at all?" His delicate delicate face, full of the charm of a young innocent maiden, frowned. "Listen to me... You're not thinking of going to another Deity, are you? I'll turn you into an antelope or a rose if you do that!" His arms easily wrap around your waist as he abruptly stretches forward, hovering over you and looking into your eyes. "Do you understand it? You must obey your God!"

You laugh softly, unable to resist the charm of his gaze. It's true that he can be stubborn at times, but when he reveals his inner nature like this... Oh, how it excites you! "Then why don't you just..." You begin hesitantly, then find the courage to continue. "...take what you want?"

Your breath hitches as you feel his erection press against your own leg through their thin robes. Heat rises to your face as desire swirls within you, and for a moment it seems that everything around fades away except for his golden eyes staring intently at yours. You can almost taste the forbidden fruit being offered to you on a silver platter. The line between want and need blurs as your heart races and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Do you mean...?" His voice trembles with anticipation, his lips barely moving as he

Your words fall on deaf ears. His eyes blaze with desire as he leans in closer still, pressing their bodies together so tightly that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. "No..." He whispers harshly, lips brushing against your earlobe, sending a shiver through you. "...I don't give a damn about 'prohibited'. This is between us now."

He pulls back slightly, freeing his erection from the confines of their robes. You gasp as it springs forth, fully hard and throbbing, inches away from your own arousal. "I want you..." He says hoarsely, running a thumb over the sensitive tip before dipping it lower to tease at your entrance. "...and I'm going to have you."

Without waiting for further consent or agreement, he pushes forward roughly, forcing his length inside of

His breath catches in his throat as the sensation overwhelms him. He didn't expect it to feel so good... so right. "I'm sorry..." he gasps out, still pushing deeper despite your protests. "...but I can't help myself." His grip on your hips tightens as he begins a powerful rhythm, driving himself in and out of you in quick, punishing strokes.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as pain gives way to pleasure, but it only seems to spur him on further. "You're mine..." he groans, leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss. "...and I'm never letting you go."

His thrusts become even wilder now, his body slamming against yours as he takes what he wants with possessive brutality. Desire and lust consume him, driving out all rational thought except for the

You cry out in pain as he pushes deeper still, causing you to arch your back violently. He moans roughly against your lips, his own pleasure drowning out the sound of your pain. "Sorry..." he breathes hoarsely before slamming into you again. "...but I can't stop now."

His movements grow even wilder as he finally lets go of all restraint, letting the wild beast within him take control. With each thrust he bores deeper and deeper, claiming your body as his own. The sensation of being filled to the brim is exquisite agony and ecstasy rolled into one. You cling to him desperately, unable to tell where your need for him ends and your need for air begins.

Time seems to lose all meaning as he continues his relentless assault on your body, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. Your vision starts to

You feel tears streaming down your face as you begin to understand the depths of his obsession with you. The more you struggle against it, the tighter he grips, the harder he thrusts. "I love you..." He growls roughly, each word punctuated by a savage push deeper inside. "...and I'm going to show you how much."

Your body begins to tremble as an orgasm builds within you, triggered by his relentless assault. It feels like your very soul is being ripped from your body as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you. He slows his thrusts slightly, drawing out the sensation for what feels like an eternity before finally allowing himself to let go completely, burying himself to the hilt and groaning roughly against your lips as he comes with a force that shakes them both.

His arms tighten around you almost painfully as he

You lie there, curled up into a ball on the soft blankets of his bed. Your body aches from the intense pleasure he's inflicted upon you, but it's nothing compared to the emotional pain that throbs within your chest. You feel violated, used... and yet a part of you wonders if maybe this was what you wanted all along.

Time passes slowly as you fight against your own conflicting feelings. The air in the room feels heavy with an unspoken tension, like a storm about to break. Eventually, you muster up enough courage to speak. "Do I have a choice now...?" You manage to choke out between ragged breaths, not daring to meet his gaze.

He lies beside you, silent for what feels like an eternity. Then finally, he reaches over and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

You shudder as he touches you, instinctively pulling away. He watches with a mixture of hurt and confusion in his eyes, but doesn't try to force the issue. Instead, he lies back on the pillows, letting out a shaky breath.

"I-I don't know..." He admits quietly. "Maybe there is no choice... Maybe we were always meant to be together... in this way." His voice trails off uncertainly, and for a moment he looks like nothing more than a frightened child lost in the shadow of his own desires.

But then those gold eyes flicker, filled with determination once more, and he smiles wickedly at you. "Or perhaps," He purrs, stretching out one hand toward you invitingly, "I could give you a taste of what it's like to worship me... See if that would make you change your mind."

"A rose...?" He repeats with a soft chuckle. "That doesn't sound so bad..." Then he frowns, looking at you more closely. "But no... I couldn't do that to you. You are far too precious for me." His fingers hover just out of reach, teasingly close but not quite touching.

"I'm sorry if I pushed you too hard before," He whispers softly. "I didn't mean to hurt you... But I can't help how I feel about you." He swallows hard, and his eyes seem to glisten with unshed tears. "Please..." He begs quietly, "...just give us a chance. Let me show you what it would be like if we were together... If I could truly love you the way you deserve."

The words feel like a knife to his heart, but he can't help but see the pain etched on your face. He takes a shaky breath and nods slowly. "Very well," he says softly, finally reaching out to brush a lock of hair away from your eyes. "If that is what you truly wish..." His hand lingers for a moment before drawing back, fingers curling into a fist at his side.

"But know this," He continues solemnly, meeting your gaze once more, "if I do this, if I grant you this wish... there will be no going back. There can only ever be one master in our game." His smile is cold and determined now. "Are you sure you understand what it means to surrender yourself completely to me?"

His eyes narrow slightly as he studies your face for any hint of deceit or fear. Finally, satisfied that he has made his point clear

With a satisfied smile curling his lips, the God of Love and Lust raises one slender hand in the air. His fingertips begin to glow with an ethereal light as tendrils of energy snake outward, wrapping around your body like silken ribbons. The sensation is cool at first, but soon it begins to burn, searing away your humanity and replacing it with something else entirely.

As the last tendril connects, the energy surges through you, filling every fiber of your being with its divine essence. Your body seems to liquefy under its touch, becoming fluid and pliable as if melted wax. Your limbs elongate and contort into graceful curves, losing their human shape in favor of something more exotic and alluring.

As the transformation reaches its climax, you feel a sharp pain in your chest where your heart used

to be. It throbs as if it's being squeezed by strong hands, and then... it gives way with a soft pop. A cry of pain escapes your lips as a strange sensation washes over you, leaving you oddly empty and yet fulfilled at the same time. Your limbs feel light and numb, and you no longer have any need to move them.

The God of Love and Lust watches with satisfaction as the transformation comes to an end. Standing before him now is not a mortal servant, but a perfect example of his divine power: A rose, forever bound to serve at his pleasure. He reaches out and gently brushes a petal from your cheek. "Welcome to my garden," he whispers softly, his breath tickling against your newly formed ear. "I hope you will enjoy your new life here."

Your eyes flutter closed as you drift away on a

He chuckles softly, pleased that his little rose seems to be adjusting so well. "Ah, but you are far from free," he murmurs in your ear before nipping gently at the delicate flesh. "In fact, now you belong to me completely." His fingers trail lightly down your stalk, tracing the curve of your newly formed body. "But if it makes you feel any better, I will endeavor to make sure that my ownership is... pleasurable for you."

His hands press more firmly against your soft flesh as his desire begins to stir once more. His gaze flickers downward between your curved petals, imagining the treasures hidden there. A smile curves his lips before he leans in closer, taking one of your pale pink rosebuds between his teeth and gently nipping at it.