A Love Story (Greek Mythology) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Big Dick, Rough Sex, Mind Break  

Summary: The huntress Atalanta would only marry if a man could beat her in a foot race. The only caveat was, if you failed the challenge, your life was forfeit. Several young men died in the pursuit of Atalanta's beauty, until finally, a young scholar named Hippomenes came along and did what those before him could not. Of course, he'd used a bit of trickery, gifted to him by the Goddess Aphrodite. What he didn't know was that she'd given him a little something extra down below as well... 

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Hippomenes was a bit nervous, to tell the truth. It was his wedding night, and he knew he should have been excited more than anything else (and to be fair, he was) but at the same time… he was nervous. After all, he’d kind of sort of cheated to get where he was right now. Obviously, the results had still been considered legitimate enough for them to get married, though that likely had more to do with Atalanta’s father wanting her to get married more than any sense of fair play, but still, they were now married. The ceremony was over. Now… it was time to consummate their relationship.

And yet, Atalanta had clearly been unhappy with how things had gone. The young woman, infamous after the part she’d played in the Calydonian boar hunt, had refused to marry anyone who could not outrun her in a footrace. Then, she’d gone a step further to make it even more unappealing by adding the caveat that those who lost would be killed.

Her father, seemingly simply to have his daughter back again, had agreed to those terms, for reason that Hippomenes still couldn’t begin to comprehend. In the end, many young men had died attempting to defeat Atalanta in a footrace, died simply because they weren’t fast enough to catch her. Frankly, Hippomenes thought the whole thing to be rather ridiculous… but he’d wanted her. 

The moment that he’d laid eyes on Atalanta, with her long gorgeous hair, and her fierce features, and her fit form, he’d known that he wanted her. He’d even convinced himself that he loved her. Regardless, he knew he couldn’t defeat her. Better men then he had tried, but she was just too fast. So, Hippomenes had gone a different route. Rather than trying to defeat her by speed, he attempted cunning instead.

He’d always been a clever man, but now he was beginning to regret what he’d done. Beseeching a Goddess for her assistance… it may be coming back to bite him in the ass now, now that he was married to a woman who clearly hated his guts for ‘cheating’. Still, Aphrodite had clearly been upset with Atalanta’s derision towards love and marriage, because the Goddess of Love had answered Hippomenes’ prayers. 

She’d gifted him with three golden apples, irresistible by their nature, as well as some simple instructions. All he had to do, was throw an apple every time Atalanta got in front of him, forcing her to run after it so that he could pull ahead once more. Hippomenes had done as he was bade by the Goddess, if for no other reason than out of fear of her, to be perfectly honest.

And it’d worked. Even with the three apples, Atalanta had only been a few feet behind him by the time he reached the finish line, but the fact of the matter was, she WAS behind him. Tossing the apples into her line of sight had caused her to divert from the race entirely in her haste to pick them up, until by the end, she had a befuddled look on her face and three apples in her hands, slowly realizing she’d been tricked… and that she’d lost.

Now here they were, on their wedding night… and Hippomenes was beginning to wonder if he’d made a mistake by using trickery to marry the love of his life. Atalanta steps out from a nearby room where she’d been preparing herself, and Hippomenes swallows thickly at the scowl etched across her face. She walks hesitantly, carefully, awkwardly, but with anger suffusing every fiber of her being.

Eventually, she comes to a stop in front of him and speaks through gritted teeth.

“Very well. You won me, fair and square. You can have me now, I suppose.”

Hippomenes winces at that.

“Atalanta, my love… surely it’s not so bad, being married to one such as me? I promise, I will never hurt you…”

The huntress scoffs at that, flipping her long hair back over her shoulder in an open show of disdain and distaste.

“You, who had to resort to trickery to have me, think you could even begin to know what I would want in a man? To say nothing of the fact that I did not WANT a man to begin with! You-!”

Whatever she was about to say grinds to a halt as a low, golden glow suddenly fills the room, causing both mortals to look around with wide eyes. But only one of them actually hears Aphrodite’s voice, flicking across his ears.

“It seems you might need a bit more help… go on then. Break her in and show her the true savagery of love.”

A shudder runs through Hippomenes’ body, and he finds himself standing up suddenly as… as he begins to change. Reaching down, he all but tears his loincloth away to expose his growing, thickening cock. At the same time, a hunger is beginning to grow within him, one that seems to suffuse every fiber of his being. His muscles bulge just a bit, not because they’re actually growing like his cock is or anything like that, but because his blood is suddenly flowing through his body.

Atalanta, meanwhile, is staring at him with her eyes wide and her jaw dropped, clearly shocked by what’s happening.

“This… you…”

Hippomenes doesn’t bother waiting for his lovely new wife to finish collecting her thoughts and figuring out what she wants to say. Striding forward, he grabs her by the hair and drags her in for a deep, tongue-filled kiss. He’s not sure where it’s coming from, he’s always been more of a scholar than most, the kind of man who didn’t do many manly masculine things, and who the bigger, beefier types always looked down upon.

He’d just got done saying he would never hurt her, and he’d honestly thought he wouldn’t ever be able to, even if he wanted to. But now, just like that, a switch has been flicked and Hippomenes is in charge. He’s in charge, and Atalanta is responding to it… positively? Realizing slowly that his new bride actually LIKES being manhandled by this when her hands unconsciously go down to his cock and grab hold of it, groping and squeezing and stroking it, Hippomenes can’t help but smile against his wife’s lips. It’s a feral, savage smile, one that promises to satiate the hunger within them both.

Unable to wait no longer, Hippomenes uses his grip on Atalanta’s hair and spins them both around, tossing her onto the bed he’d been sat on mere moments before. Landing face down, Atalanta lets out a soft cry, followed by a grunt when he grabs her by her hips and yanks her halfway back off the bed for good measure.

She ends up on her feet again, but still face down on the blankets, her ass lifted up into the air and her legs spread wide as she’s bent over before him. With a low, primal growl building in his throat, Hippomenes lines up his newly enlarged cock with his bride’s cunt… and thrusts in without another moment of hesitation.

Atalanta lets out a low, wanton moan as her tight, virgin cunt gives way before his brand-new bitch-breaker of a cock. Gifted to him by Aphrodite herself, the big, fat member he’s now got between his legs fills his beloved to the brim, even as Hippomenes himself is filled with a sense of savage satisfaction. This… this is what he wanted. He wanted to show Atalanta he could be good for her… he just hadn’t realized what ‘good for her’ looked like.

With a growl, holding onto Atalanta’s hips nice and tightly so that she doesn’t go anywhere, Hippomenes begins to thrust forward, slamming into her freshly deflowered quim again and again. She’s only a little moist at first, but his massive schlong quickly changes that, as it also changes her tone. She goes from angry and shut-off, to moaning and mewling, to screaming and crying out in ecstasy in just a few minutes flat, and it’s music to Hippomenes’ ears to be honest, even as the young man gives his huntress bride every last inch of his big fat dick.

Eventually, the sheer force with which he’s fucking her proves to be too much. He pushes more than he pulls and ends up falling forward with her onto the bed when Atalanta finally collapses forward, no longer able to hold herself up. Forcing her to crawl forward on her hands and knees so that he has enough room to kneel behind her, Hippomenes reaches out and grabs Atalanta by her long tresses, scooping them up into a makeshift ponytail and pulling back on them like they’re a set of reins.

Atalanta’s head comes up, and her back arches as she lets out a guttural, throaty moan from the sudden hair tugging. Reaching around her with his other hand, Hippomenes grabs and begins to squeeze and knead at her tits, one after the other. All the while, he continues to fuck her from behind, finally realizing that this was how he should have been treating his beloved all along.

She was a huntress that had been raised in the wilderness, after all. She wasn’t the kind of woman that wanted to be treated gently or kindly. She wanted to be bent over and taken, she wanted that primal urge to be mated to be quenched within her. Well, Hippomenes could do that much now, thanks to Aphrodite’s help. He could give Atalanta exactly what she wanted, while at the same time slaking his own lusts.

The beautiful huntress suddenly cries out, and her already tight pussy walls grow all the tighter around Hippomenes’ bitch-breaker of a cock as he grunts in pleasure. He doesn’t stop though; he doesn’t even slow down. It’s obvious that Atalanta is orgasming around his cock, but he’s not going to let that stop him from fucking her deeper and harder by the moment.

Eventually, his cockhead slams up right into her cervix, and he finds himself battering down the entrance of her womb itself as he tries to go further, as he endeavors to go deeper. Her pussy continues to flex and squeeze down on his prick, but the near-constant orgasms she’s now experiencing are making the passage all the slicker, allowing him to go faster and faster and faster… until finally, he plows right through Atalanta’s cervix.

Entering her womb itself is the epitome of ecstasy, Hippomenes quickly decides. Her pussy was tight enough, but now having her broken cervix trying to squeeze her cock back out, even as he pounds into the far side of her womb again and again, bulging his massive enhanced member out of her taut, firm belly… that was pure nirvana.

Atalanta seems to think so as well, as she screams in bliss, her head still tilted up and thus giving him an excellent view of her eyes rolling back in her skull and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She looks entirely broken like this, almost ridiculous in a way… and Hippomenes revels in it, he revels in giving his new wife the bliss and pleasure she so deserves.

As he finds himself growing closer and closer to finishing, he can almost say with certainty that this will produce a child, hopefully a son at that. So, as he finds himself finally closing in on the finish line, as he thrusts forward one more time, Hippomenes’ lifts his eyes upwards, towards the ceiling, towards the divine itself.

“I dedicate this coupling to Aphrodite! I dedicate this union to the Goddess of Love!”

And then he begins to cum, filling his beloved with his seed, pumping a nice thick load of life-bearing cum deep into Atalanta’s womb. At the same time, he feels a warmth suffusing his bones, and a breathy giggle slides across his ears, letting him know that Aphrodite has heard him… and approves. A smile of pure satisfaction spreads across Hippomenes’ face, even as he pulls out of Atalanta, fully spent.

He almost expects his body to go back to the way it was before, but though his cock grows soft now that the copulation is finished, it doesn’t shrink, and he still feels… he still feels strong and in charge in a way he wasn’t before. He knows why too, as if the knowledge has been placed in his mind. He is… he is a Champion of Aphrodite now. For showing Atalanta what love could be like, for making her break her vow of virginity to Artemis… he had been claimed by the Goddess of Love herself.

A low shudder runs through Hippomenes’ body, and he falls forward beside his exhausted wife. Gathering Atalanta up in his arms, he pulls her in close, letting her cuddle into him as the both of them fall into a deep, deep slumber. They may have gotten off to a rocky start… but they both know now where the other stands. Their marriage is consummated, their bond unbreakable… for better or for worse, they belong to each other now.