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“ Sing of Zagreus, oh Muse; Slayer of Hydras . First of his name. Born of Zeus as a Serpent-” Zagreus listened to Orpheus’ song of his actual and alleged exploits as he stepped out of the Pool of Styx. He wiped his body off from the blood dripping down it, drying off swiftly as he received a typical snarky remark from Hypnos. He had lost to his father, always an especially humiliating foe to be defeated by.
The House of Hades was abnormally empty. He didn’t see Nyx, Persephone, Achilles, Thanatos, or Cerberus! There was no point in stopping by the lounge today, as Meg and Dusa were absent. Zagreus entered his room, hoping to take some silent solace before he would undoubtedly try to escape again. He felt an intense chill as he looked up, seeing the emissary of Death himself.
“Zagreus. What exactly did you tell that gullible bard out there? ‘Torn to shreds by the Titans?’ Then, implying you and Dionysus were once the same being? Explain yourself.” Thanatos was stone-faced as ever as Zagreus approached his lover. They were close at this point, and the frustration was a fairly common one . Zagreus often did impulsive things, and this prank was a prime example.
“Hello to you too, Than. It’s simple. Dionysus said we should feed Orpheus tall tales to help reinspire his bardic urges. Of course, this was before the two reunited. So we fed him some innocent mistruths to see what he would produce. Once his muse returned, he wrote this. I tried to tell him it was just a joke, but every time I brought it up, he accused me of being modest. I can’t tell if he’s being genuine or is trying to get revenge.” Zagreus chuckled as Thanatos’ face remained unchanged.
“Come on, Than, lighten up. I just wanted to play a prank, not just for me. When you all hear that song’s embellishments of me, surely it’ll cause some laughter. And if this house lacks sorely in anything, it’s laughter.” Zagreus gave a very small smile, looking at his lover. Thanatos expected Zagreus to do perplexing things in his eyes for the sake of joy and unity. He had always acted on his whims.
“It won’t be an issue. No soul can leave the Underworld to spread his song, so the mortals will never know. Though I’m hardly surprised to hear Dionysus would concoct such a scheme with you. It worked. I saw Megaera laughing when she heard Orpheus’ first performance. With all these pranks, one of these days, someone will punish you, Zag. It would be interesting to see how someone would go after you.” Thanatos mused for a moment, not moving from Zagreus’ bedside.
“I assume you didn’t come here merely to discuss Orpheus’ ballad, so what’s on your mind?” Zagreus took Thanatos’ hand, something he still was adjusting to. Many feared the touch of Death , yet Zagreus was familiar with it. Comfortable with him. Yet Zagreus showed no hesitation in touching him, kissing him, or making love to him. Thanatos had never felt so much affection.
“I wanted to return to our prior conversation,” Thanatos spoke as he sat next to Zagreus, an extremely rare sight from the traditionally floating Thanatos. “The one where we discussed other forms of erotic stimulation beyond sex. On our last outing, I saw a Wringer grab you, wrapping you up in chains. Watching you struggle distracted me. You were able to break out and completely humiliate me, not allowing me a single kill of my own. I could barely hold my scythe up after seeing that display. Once you left, I spent the whole day flustered. I only just managed to do my job. I think I liked it. You had asked me to consider exploring kinks with you, and I told you I needed time. I no longer require any; I want to go on this journey with you.” Zagreus lit up, a big smile donning the typically broody Prince’s face.
“Than, I can’t believe it! I’ll have to take it easier on the Wringers on my next go around if they helped you realize this. I want you to know I can move at any pace you’re comfortable with. We can slowly build up to something if you’d like. I imagine since it was seeing me in chains that awoke your kinks, you’d like to see me be restrained . Of course, I can always try tying you up if you’d like?” Thanatos laughed audibly, a rare sight to see, shaking his head.
“Oh Zagreus, perish the thought. I know how you are when you see Megaera’s whip and how you melt at just a handful of praising words. I follow my duties to the letter and remain one of the most efficient members of this house. Yet, with you, Zag, I can let loose. I want control. I want to control you if you’d let me. I want to make you feel pleasures you’ve never dreamed possible. I have numerous ideas. I’d like them to be a surprise for you if you’d allow that, Zagreus.” Thanatos’ face didn’t show nervousness, but the God of Death felt the feeling in his stomach. Zagreus kissed him on the cheek.
“I’d quite like for it to be a surprise myself. I’ll draft a list of things I don’t wish for you. And even though I don’t mind dying, I think I should still come up with a signal for anything not on that list. Just give me a little bit of time.” Zagreus was eager to begin as he grabbed a piece of parchment, writing out anything he was opposed to. It didn’t take long, as it was a short list. “My pain tolerance is quite high if that’s the route you’re going to go down. Meg found that out quickly.”
“Physical pain is not very alluring to me. I’ve watched you attacked by monsters and found no pleasure. It was only with the chains. And the thoughts I’ve been having of what to do with you once you’re bound in those chains.” Thanatos’ face was subtly blushing, something that only his close relations could discern. It was exceedingly rare. Zagreus seemed confused as he continued writing.
“I’m not all that familiar with kinks, so I’m not sure what else you’re thinking of. I thought chains and whips were kind of the whole deal.” If he repeated that in front of Dionysus or Aphrodite, they would have had a long conversation about the many kinds of pleasure one can receive. But Thanatos shook his head, knowing what he wanted to see. “You have my permission to do anything you’d like with me except for this list!” Zagreus exclaimed as Thanatos took the list. Nothing he planned to do was listed. Perfect.
“I want to ensure this goes well, Zagreus; I will set a boundary for both of us. We need an out in case either of us gets overwhelmed. I propose a word that will tell me, or you, to stop. The moment you say this, any play we are engaged in will stop, and either you or I will check in . I refuse to engage without this measure in place. I believe the word “Lament” shall suffice. If you cannot speak, the substitute shall be two snaps of your fingers. Do you agree with this?” Thanatos still spoke formally, not yet allowing himself to relax.
“Naturally. I’m just glad you’re looking out for my well-being.”
“I will always look after you, Zagreus. No matter where life takes you, death will follow.” Zagreus, unlike most, took comfort in death . It always meant a reunion with Thanatos, even briefly. So what sounded like a sinister sentiment was incredibly sappy for Zagreus. And Thanatos was not exaggerating. Whenever Zagreus was felled in his escapes, Thanatos was the one who picked him up and carried him to the Pool of Styx. Thanatos devoted himself to his lover.
“So, when do we start this raunchy playtime? Do I need to wait a bit for you to formulate plans for me? Give getting out another go?” He was eager to be at the mercy of Thanatos, who had the tiniest smirk on his face. “Or do you think we should start right away? I don’t have any plans, and it’s not like I can’t take a break.”
“Zagreus, I’m going to have fun with you. I’ll tell you exactly what I want you to do. Run. I’ll give you a head start, then chase you down. The moment I find you, you’re mine. Anytime you say lament or snap your fingers twice, I’ll stop. Otherwise, anything else you say is irrelevant. Do you understand? If you tell me to stop, but you don’t say lament or snap twice , I will continue . I imagine you will be saying stop quite a bit, but I need you to say the safe word otherwise. I wish to be crystal clear. Is this acceptable?”
“I accept. But I’m pretty resilient; I don’t break easily. So you must work for it if you want me to beg!” Zagreus was foolhardy with his taunting, a trait the God of Death would ensure he was punished for later. Zagreus still seemed under the foolish delusion that Thanatos would break him with physical pain when the reality was far more intense.
“You’ll regret saying that, Zagreus. I am the hardest-working God in this house. You will be a begging mess by the time I finish with you. Now, I think it’s time for you to run. You won’t get past Tartarus, but I’d like to see you try.” Thanatos taunted him right back as Zagreus left his room, grabbing his sword and rushing into Tartarus. It was different from usual. There was nothing to help him, no boon or anything else. He looked around the familiar first chamber and saw dark purple spots on the ground.
Zagreus heard a bell toll as the spots began moving. A shade stepped over one as hefty chains pulled it down, holding it in place. Thanatos had manipulated Tartarus into being a trapped floor. If he stepped on any, the chains would shoot up and chase after him. Zagreus didn’t expect much of a challenge, beginning to run. He dodged the circles, reaching the next chamber with ease. Yet, more of them kept appearing and moved faster. He watched multiple enemies get caught, then the familiar bell toll of Thanatos exterminating them.
Zagreus wouldn't be fighting his usual enemies but just playing a game of dodging and weaving. He ran through each chamber, calculating where he needed to step and where he needed to jump. He cleared chamber after chamber, feeling like he was outrunning Thanatos. He was worked up a sweat as the traps moved even faster. He didn’t have time to catch his breath as he continued, abandoning careful planning in favor of speed.
Zagreus made it to his sixth chamber, yet as he ran, he stepped on a circle. The chains bursted out from the ground, rushing towards him. He swung his sword up as the chains wrapped around it, pulling the sword down. Zagreus let go as his sword disappeared. Zagreus was now defenseless as he continued, his burning feet avoiding any trap he could. It was getting much more difficult now to traverse each room. He knew he was nearing the end of Tartarus; he just wanted to get that far, to make Thanatos work for it.
Yet, as he ran into the eighth chamber, he felt the heat. He dashed around the corner of a pillar, landing right in the middle of a circle. The chains burst from the trap, quickly clasping onto Zagreus’ right wrist. He attempted to dash, to break the chain, yet even as he propelled forward, the chain maintained its grip. A second chain was set loose upon him, clasping around Zagreus’ left wrist. The chains were pulled back to the circle. As Zagreus stood atop the circle, he felt two more shackles grab onto his ankles, pulling him down.
Zagreus was forced to kneel on the trap, his arms attempting to pull against the chains. Zagreus flailed helplessly. He pulled as hard as he could, which was usually enough to escape the Wringers’ chains, but these chains were far, far sturdier. He’d been caught . He still was trying to escape. Then, he heard the familiar toll of a bell as the chamber flashed green. Thanatos.
“Death arrives. Truly Zagreus: did you think you could keep outrunning me? There is no escaping death. Now I have you in my grasp.” Thanatos spoke as he spun his scythe before touching the blade's tip to Zagreus’ chin. “No more running; this attempt ends here. It’s quite a mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Zagreus. Let’s get you back. It’s not often I am afforded the choice to get you back alive.” With that, the chains pulled Zagreus down into a void, the floor falling from underneath him. The familiar bell tolled as green light enveloped them. Zagreus closed his eyes for a brief moment before he felt himself land.
When he opened his eyes, he was in his room. His chains now connected his arms to his bed posts, as the chains binding his legs had been released . Thanatos stood over him, tilting his head. Then, Thanatos grabbed his leg guards, gently pulling them off Zagreus. He did the same with his trousers, leaving his revealing toga on. Thanatos tapped at his skull belt, a hint of a smile forming as he did.
“Skulls. My handiwork. And look at this bed you’ve purchased for yourself. Themed after the Chthonic Gods, with yet another design devoted to my handiwork. You honor me, my Prince. Yet, I have captured you for a reason. You see, there is a price to pay. All of your pranks, your mischief: I've noticed. None, however, have punished you for your foolish delights. The burden falls on me to ensure you do not go unpunished.” Thanatos grabbed a length of purple rope, beginning to bind Zagreus’ ankles together.
“Rope? Thanatos, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but these bindings tend to burn to a crisp given the on-fire nature of my feet.” Zagreus pulled against the chains before Thanatos fully smiled, grabbing the rope performatively. He took a length, grabbing Zagreus’ feet from the top, intentionally not touching the burning part. Then, he looped the rope to connect Zagreus’ big toes to prevent him from separating his two feet. After a careful knot, he turned to Zagreus, who began trying to pull his feet apart but couldn't.
“You take me for a fool, is that it? This rope is blessed to be unburning. Your searing feet stand no chance against it. For good measure, though, I need to restrain you more. Freedom is for those who earn it.” Thanatos began tying the ropes quickly, binding his ankles with sturdy knots that Zagreus couldn't escape. His ankles, his knees, and his thighs were all bound together. Zagreus was too stunned to speak as he attempted to break free from his chains and the rope. With the chains, he could at least move his arms. The ropes held his legs together tightly.
“So what, you plan to restrain me to humiliate me? Or to keep me here? You’ll find I have a habit of escaping other’s plans for me!” Zagreus spoke defiantly as Thanatos grabbed the skull belt. It was holding Zagreus’ toga in place. He pulled it off as Zagreus’ toga opened up. From there, Thanatos pulled it off, setting it aside gently. He held reverence for the token to Cerberus on his shoulders, setting it on a nearby game table. He wondered when Zagreus had time for playing those.
“Oh, my dear Zagreus, you’re right. You do have a habit of escaping everyone. You defeat Megaera on the daily and your father on occasion. You’ve escaped the burden of Olympus while receiving the benefits. You escape my brother by refusing to sleep. But Zagreus, you’ve never escaped me. No matter how far you run, death has always found a way. You have yet to break that habit.” Zagreus blushed at the thought that Thanatos was the only one who consistently disrupted him. Not intentionally, of course, but his domain claimed Zagreus. Thanatos had dominion over him.
“You didn’t deny the humiliation part.” Zagreus squirmed in his bindings, attempting to break free of them. But the chains were some of the sturdiest he had seen. Unflinchingly sturdy, as even Zagreus’ strength, the strength of Gods, couldn’t break either them or the rope. Thanatos chuckled at that again.
“You’re correct. Nor do I intend to. I've caught you. In Tartarus, of all places. How long has it been since an enemy felled you there? Yet I alone managed to beat you there. Perhaps your father should hire me to entertain you on the battlefield. Or better yet, leave you as a little bondage toy for me to play with. Dionysus help you; you’re already horny from that? Zagreus, if I knew talking down to you would be enough to indulge your lust, I would’ve done this ages ago.” Zagreus attempted to focus elsewhere, only to feel Thanatos’ hand gently graze his cock. Zagreus shivered and shuddered with pleasure as Thanatos pulled his hand back.
“Thanatos, if you’re going to do that, please do it faster!” Zagreus tried to beg, as Thanatos’ eyes narrowed, not liking how it came off as a command.
“No. You’re mine, and you aren’t going anywhere. And if you think I’ll give you any release, you’re mistaken. You’ve had enough freedom escaping this house, ransacking domains. Freedom only encourages your impulses. So I won’t be allowing you that pleasure. But I know just how to get you there. You’ll be begging, thrashing for my touch, and I’ll savor every moment. It’s time I reveal my intentions.” Thanatos spoke as he stripped out of his armor, carefully undoing his belt and removing his cloak. Now entirely nude, he cracked his hands, taking a moment to allow Zagreus the pleasure of looking upon him in his unclothed form: a reward only Zagreus had ever earned.
“I am going to drive you to the brink of orgasm without ever touching that cock of yours. I am going to tickle you to death , Zagreus. You won’t be able to escape, so you’ll beg for it to end; it won’t. I am going to ravage your entire body until I wish to stop. I have all the power. From now on, there’s only one thing you can say to end this. Unless you do, I will take all the time I desire.” Zagreus smirked, then laughed out loud. He didn’t take the threat seriously.
“Thanatos, I hate to break it to you, but you can’t even touch my feet without getting burned. Aside from that, I am not at all ticklish. So, try as you-ahaha!” Thanatos’ fingers scratched at Zagreus’ exposed ribs, moving swiftly as he tried not to linger on one spot too long. To Zagreus, Thanatos’ hands were cold but not freezing. To a mortal, Death’s touch was the coldest experience they could imagine. Zagreus laughed as he pulled at his bindings, releasing just what he had gotten into. “Th-ThahaHA! Than- S-Stop!” He continued for a few more seconds before his hands moved to the air, giving Zagreus a brief respite.
“Stop? Stop what? You aren’t ticklish; you said it yourself. It seems you were lying to me. I’m hardly surprised; I doubt you’ve ever been tickled before. Much less mercilessly so. Do you want to know my favorite part, Zag?” Thanatos leaned in, whispering in his lover’s ear. “I didn’t even mention your feet. Did you tell me so I would avoid the spot that would make you scream with laughter, love? Or did you know it would lead me to them? Were you trying to draw my attention there to be a good tickle whore, Zagreus?”
The degradation aroused Zagreus as his cock strained against the cool air of the room, the temperature likely in part to his lover. He hadn’t pleased himself in quite some time and hardly knew this side of him existed, so he was far hornier than he would’ve been. Thanatos pursed his lips, blowing towards Zagreus’ cock. The cold air caused it to shiver and twitch, tickling differently. He was already leaking. Zagreus pulled helplessly against his bindings as Thanatos indulged himself.
“Already, Zag? You’re so eager that just a small grazing of your ribs and a cool breath is enough to cause this? Who knew you were such a tickle slut? Or am I the first to discover this? Do you run around in that toga of yours, hoping someone will pin you down and ravage those ticklish armpits of yours?” Zagreus went to object as Thanatos ran around with his armpits exposed! But before Zagreus could even get a word in, Thanatos’ hands landed on Zagreus’ left armpit, scratching mercilessly.
“WahAHA?! N-No! It’s so! It’s so ticklish ?!” Zagreus tried to twist his body, to pull himself away from the touch, but Thanatos climbed on top of him, pinning him to the bed, ravaging his armpits without mercy. Zagreus’ laughter filled the room as he struggled to no avail, trying to break out. “P-PLEAHAHA-SEEE! I can’t take it!” He spoke between breathy gasps for air as his head leaned back, still laughing. He tried to kick his legs, but Thanatos kept them pinned down. Zagreus’ cock strained against Thanatos’ leg, clearly enjoying himself.
“You can’t? Zagreus, I’ve hardly even begun my punishment for you. Did you think I tied you up only to tickle this gorgeous body for a few minutes? I will go for hours, maybe even days, if I want to. And you’re so helpless, you won’t be able to get out. Do you understand that? You’re my tickle slave until I decide you aren’t. Say yes, sir. I want to make sure you understand.” Tears were welling in Zagreus’ eyes as Thanatos’ nails dug into the armpits, scratching one part and then dancing to another. And he was only tickling one armpit.
“I- Hah! Am not! A-” Zagreus couldn’t spit the words out as he continually squirmed, trying desperately to break out. He just couldn’t. “A tickle slave!” He finally got it out as he continued his fits of laughter. Thanatos stopped for a minute, moving one hand over to Zagreus’ other armpit. A dark smirk painted Thanatos’ face as he moved even faster, trying to torment Zagreus with unbearable pleasure.
“You’re right. You aren’t a tickle slave. You’re my tickle slave. Now say it!” Thanatos’ hands ran up to Zagreus’ neck, his deft fingers relentlessly tickling his collarbone. Zagreus wasn’t saying anything; he couldn’t! His laughter was filling any sound he tried to make. “I’m not going to stop until you admit you’re my tickle slave. You better do it soon. I’m still deciding on whether or not I should gag you. Though, I love your helpless moans mixed in with that decadent laughter of yours .”
“I-I can’t! SpeeheheheahhaHAAHAHA- I caha-han’t!” Zagreus was trying so hard, although his pride would likely mean that any attempt to speak would just be him teasing Thanatos. Thanatos remained unsatisfied, increasing his speed and digging in more. He would break Zagreus, make his eyes glaze over, and then keep going.
“You can! You can and you will, or I’ll keep tickling you. I will scratch every surface of your body; I will ensure to exploit every single sensitive spot every second of every day until you admit it. You think you can’t handle it now? Do you think your cock is straining and unattended? I want you to imagine what hours of this will feel like. Now, what do you have to say, my lovely tickle whore?” Thanatos words seeped into Zagreus’ mind as he kept feeling every touch, every scratch against his sensitive skin. Zagreus barely received physical intimacy, his body touch-starved, so not only was he ticklish, but he was sensitive to any touch.
“I- ah- F-FuaAHHAHCK! I ammhmm ticklish! I’m so ticklish!”
“Say it, love, say it!”
“Y-Yes, sir! Ah! I-I’m so-!”
“You’re so what? ” Thanatos raked his fingers into Zagreus more, his hands drifting back down to his pits. “Tell me!” He just kept going. His nails were digging in as Zagreus felt the cold touch. He couldn’t take it anymore; he started trying to thrust up against Thanatos’ leg.
“I’m so ticklish, s-sir!” He shouted through the laughter, throwing his head back onto the pillow, hoping he could get a break. Thanatos had probably been going the equivalent of ten minutes, but Zagreus knew it felt like hours. “F-FahaHAH- FOR YOU!” Finally, Thanatos' onslaught subsided as he moved off Zagreus, stopping his tickling. Zagreus thrust himself against the air, precum leaking all over him.
“You finally admit it. Good. You’re acting like you’re in heat, rubbing up against me like that. I certainly didn’t permit you to do that. I think that stunt may have just sealed your fate. I’m not going to let you orgasm. I was already leaning heavily towards edging you until that mind of yours breaks, but now I’ve decided to do that. Again, I’m not touching that cock. I’ll make sure to get everywhere else first.” Thanatos looked to Zagreus, who had a pitiful look as he tried to catch his breath.
Thanatos caressed his cheek, kissing him on the lips. His hands wrapped around Zagreus’ head as he kissed passionately and deeply. Zagreus’ soft, hitched breathing? It was driving him to the point of madness. Thanatos kissed him more, then moved to his neck, kissing there. Soon enough, he was biting as Zagreus blissfully moaned. Then, he gently brushed his fingers against Zagreus’ exposed pits, not tickling them outright, but enough to make Zagreus squirm. As he bit on his neck, Thanatos was leaving hickies, claiming Zagreus as his. As Thanatos pulled away, he dug his fingers in, tickling Zagreus for one minute more. There was no rest for the weary. He quickly stopped, walking toward the end of the bed.
“Your feet glow so brilliantly, you know. They burn anything they touch. You’ve surely adjusted to their heat. Megaera hasn’t been able to touch them, as they burn intensely. I imagine you’ve never been touched on your feet, right?” Thanatos had a crafty smirk on his face as Zagreus went to speak. “Don’t forget. I’m your tickle master. You’re my tickle slave. I better be hearing you say, sir. And I don’t want any lies about how ticklish you are. You’re going to tell the full truth so that I can ravish you like you’ve never been before.” Zagreus gulped at that promise before speaking.
“No one has ever touched my feet, sir. Anything that might have tickled them burned away before I could feel anything. I can’t even touch them without burning myself. You want me to be honest, sir; I don’t know how ticklish I am there. But Than- I mean, sir-” His nickname slipped out, as Zagreus was concerned. “You could risk burning yourself if you do this. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Thanatos nodded, appreciating the genuine concern.
“Do you know what the mortals call the most sensitive spots when tickled? They call them death spots. These spots that are so sensitive that touching them feels like such a foreign sensation they associate the overwhelming feeling with death . I believe your feet to be your death spots. You’ve never been touched there in the years you’ve been alive. So, my adorably slutty tickle slave, if they’re called death spots, shouldn’t I have dominion over them? And if I do, how could I possibly get burned?” Thanatos spoke, knowing that the sensation of fire had never hurt him. He was confident Zagreus couldn’t either.
“Than, please, you don’t have to risk this-”
“ Quiet. If I am in any pain, I’ll stop. And I expect you to let me know in the way we agreed if you are in pain. Do you remember how to do that?” Zagreus nodded, as Thanatos confirmed. “Good.” Thanatos cracked his knuckles again, wiggling his fingers as he looked at Zagreus’ burning feet. He extended his point finger, touching against Zagreus’ sole. Thanatos felt warmth but not burned. He turned his finger back to him, completely normal. He pressed his finger against Zagreus’ sole once again, dragging the sole finger up his foot.
“Unnnnf- Uh- Ah! Ahhhhh- It feels so gooooooood.” Zagreus was blissed out. “Mmmmmm, it’s so cold. I feel so good when you do that. It feels so aphrodisiacal. Sir. Please, ahh, keep going!” Zagreus’ moans were slipping out; he found it incredibly erotic. The cold touch against his foot felt like it lifted decades of tension, and Zagreus finally felt relief. His cock was steadily twitching as Thanatos just kept running one finger up and down. “It’s making the rest of my body burn up, sir, I’m so- I’m so horny!” He yelled out as the relief kept growing.
“Just a soft touch makes you horny? Maybe when I'm done destroying you, I can give you regular foot massages. But now that I know just how sensitive they are and how horny they make you feel, I’m going to destroy them. Not a single spot untouched. I might not stop if I start. My tickle slut, I’m going to break your mind.” Not a single word more was said before Thanatos dug into his feet.
The feeling was indescribable. Zagreus’ laughter was so loud it echoed throughout the room, probably making its way into the hallway. Zagreus’ mind felt a rush of different emotions. The freezing touch was a relief like no other. He may have adjusted and even gotten used to the heat over time, but this intense cooling sensation was incredibly erotic and made his cock stay rock hard as he laughed.
And he couldn’t do anything but laugh. He spoke no words this time. He was managing a word here and there when his pits were tickled , but this was entirely different. He tried to move his feet, forgetting that Thanatos had tied his toes together. He couldn’t pull them apart, he couldn’t move them to kick, he couldn’t do anything. Thanatos’ slender fingers scratched every single spot. As he attacked Zagreus’ soles, his other toes curled as he thrust against the air.
“I-AH! AHHAPAHAHALAHAEEEE! O-oOHOHOICAHANAAAHA!” He tried to speak, utter gibberish escaping his lips. Thanatos kept moving at a fast pace , wanting to start hard and keep it going. His fingers scratched Zagreus’ soles, the centers of his feet, then the death spots, as his fingers slipped between his fiery toes. Zagreus was leaking like a dripping faucet, covered in his precum, as Thanatos said nothing, deathly focused on destroying Zagreus’ mind.
Minutes passed as the laughter only got more boisterous, tears flowing from Zagreus’ eyes as he was blissed out in my moment. He was overwhelmed but loved that feeling. Even if he couldn’t speak, which he definitely couldn’t, he could still snap his fingers. But Zagreus refused, as he didn’t want this to end. Five minutes passed before Thanatos finally spoke up, saying something.
“You aren’t even begging me to stop, you’re such a whore for tickling, aren’t you? I love that about you. I love everything about you. Everything you’re doing is incredibly arousing, Zagreus. You fully belong to me. Every tickle, every touch, every hitched breath I cause, I only own you more. You’re my tickle slut, do you understand that? Mine. I want that to be the last thing you think before you can’t think again. You’re mine. You’re my tickle slut. You love it when I touch you. Your cock is leaking so badly, and yet, your orgasm is mine, not yours.” Fuck! Zagreus felt like the dirty talk, the denial; it all made him feel so close.
Minutes bled on as Thanatos kept moving, giving no spot any respite. Every toe curl drove his motivation to continue, as he just wanted Zagreus to be completely blissed out. Zagreus was running out of breath as the tickling continued, tears streaming down his face. He loved every single second of this. He was pulled so violently against the ropes and chains, yet there was no give. It was what he wanted.
Ten minutes became twenty, which became thirty. Zagreus’ thoughts were leaving him, as his mind could only focus on the touches he was receiving and just how horny they were making him. His laughter was starting to lose wind as Thanatos slowed down, finally breaking his concentration and giving Zagreus some time to breathe. He didn’t stop tickling him, but the motions became slower, more precise, and less intense. After a few more minutes, he dragged one finger up and down each foot as Zagreus finally caught his breath. He couldn’t speak; his head was spinning with sheer joy. It was perfect.
“How was that? Tell me exactly how you’re feeling, my love.” Thanatos spoke as Zagreus mustered his voice, tugging gently at the chains. The flaming heat of his feet was beginning to return. It didn’t feel painful, but it did feel ticklish. Zagreus moaned as he thrust into the air again.
“I’m so horny, sir, please!” Zagreus spoke, willing to put his typical pride on the line. “Please let me cum! I’ll do anything! I’m just so- so close. I thought I could, but it’s so intense. Please tell me what I have to do to cum. I’ll worship you, I’ll do whatever you want, I’m begging you!” Zagreus hadn’t broken from physical pain; he relished in it. And he relished in the tickling too , yet it was more intense than he expected.
“Such a good tickle slave. You did so well. And since you’re being so sweet and asking, I might change my mind. I’ve got one more thing I am going to do with you. You’ve given me four bottles of Ambrosia, my love, of the Olympian Gods’ preferred drink. I'll admit, I’ve only drunk one. I’ve saved the other three. But when you said you wanted to explore your kinks, I had a thought. I tried it as an experiment, and it worked.” Thanatos snapped, summoning one of the bottles he had kept.
“If you focus on your lustful desires when you drink it, it serves as an aphrodisiac. Your body warms up; you feel pleasure bursting at the seams. But what the other Gods either don’t know or ignore, for fear of wasting even a single drop, is how it feels when the liquid coats your body. That lustful heat grows even stronger as the area it covers gets even more sensitive. I’m not expressive, but when I put just a drop on my thigh, I was quite loud with pleasure. I hope you can imagine what I’m going do to you.”
Without waiting for a response, Thanatos poured some of the Ambrosia onto Zagreus’ feet, the liquid resisting the fire. As it splashed against Zagreus’ feet, he moaned loudly as his head fell back. The sounds he was making were irresistible to Thanatos. He had two more ideas as his hands touched Zagreus’ feet, rubbing the Ambrosia in. Once it coated them, Thanatos began tickling him again as Zagreus squealed with delight and laughter.
It felt like a cloud of lust fogged his brain; any focus was gone. His laughter again boomed as his eyes glazed over, completely free of any thought other than pure pleasure. His cock twitched like it was ready to burst, and it was. Just a single touch at this point probably would’ve been enough. But Thanatos wasn’t ready yet. His hands moved away as he prepared to do what he’d been waiting for the entire time .
He moved his face into Zagreus’ feet, beginning to lick them. It was significantly less ticklish but still enough to maintain Zagreus’ laughter. Thanatos viewed it as such an intimate move as he dragged his tongue up and down Zagreus’ feet. They were probably one of the cleanest parts of his body, given the constant heat burning nearly everything but the skin away. The Ambrosia being rubbed in meant that Thanatos was in constant bliss himself.
“Ah- Haaa-ah! It’s so good!” Zagreus started as Thanatos worshipped his feet. He had never felt so revered. He felt like a God for the first time in his life. Someone was giving him Ambrosia, even in a non-traditional form, and moaning as they touched him. A God worshipping another God.
“You’re so beautiful, Zag. Every single bit of skin is gorgeous. I love you. I love you no matter what we’re doing together. All that matters is that you’re here.” Ambrosia was causing him to spill some of his more reserved thoughts, but that was intentional. If Thanatos drank it, he knew he would praise Zagreus; and the Prince would finally receive gratification. As Thanatos licked the last of the Ambrosia , Thanatos chuckled , blushing a beautiful purple blush as Thanatos rose. He moved to Zagreus’ side, pouring most of the small bottle onto his chest, leaving just a little.
It was more of the same; he gently rubbed Ambrosia into his sides, then mercilessly tickled him for a few more minutes to confirm it took effect. Zagreus had probably been tickled for over an hour at this point. As a newcomer to being tickled or even touched in some places , his stamina was impressive . Thanatos began licking Zagreus’ sides above his ribs, then making his way up to Zagreus’ armpits. He continued praising as he went.
“I admire you, Zagreus. You’re courageous. You break rules others are too afraid to break. You put yourself between Gods to ensure your family's reunification. You’re so strong. So brave. You’ve enjoyed this, I’m sure, but you’re also incredibly resilient to have made it this far. You’re my lover. I must be the God of Luck to have you in my life like this. I love you.” He spoke, lapping up more Ambrosia. Finally, he had licked Zagreus completely free of Ambrosia before grabbing the rest of the bottle.
Still sticking up like a flagpole, Thanatos looked at Zagreus’ cock, before pouring the remnants of the bottle onto it. The burning pleasure took over as Zagreus pulled against his bindings, moaning loudly with pleasure. He was desperate for the final push, which even Ambrosia wouldn't provide if he wasn’t touched . Thanatos sat, just watching the pleasure build. Zagreus tried everything he could to give that final push but was ultimately at the mercy of Thanatos. He just kept moaning for a few minutes before he finally asked.
“P-Please, Than! I need- I need to cum, please let me!” Thanatos leaned over, giving Zagreus another kiss on the mouth, before reaching his hand down, caressing Zagreus’ cock. He gave a slow stroke at first, still teasing, before quickly speeding up, finally giving Zagreus the pleasure he had been craving. Thanatos spoke before he felt the twitches, wanting to give Zagreus release on his terms.
“This is for being such a good, horny, tickle slut.” He spoke as Zagreus moaned, shooting into the air. It was so powerful it shot towards the ceiling, almost hitting it, before it fell back down. Thanatos was almost finished as he leaned down, beginning to lap up the last Ambrosia. Otherwise, Zagreus would remain in heat. He finished in a few minutes before Zagreus was cleaned up .
“I am ending the scene now: Lament. I want to cuddle with you. I’ll untie you, and I want you to tell me what you loved and anything you didn’t.” Thanatos untied his legs first, allowing Zagreus to fully move them again . Then, he snapped his fingers, and the chains disappeared as Zagreus stretched. Zagreus caught him off-guard by tackling him with a hug and pulling him down onto the bed.
“As if I had anything I didn’t love. You were perfect, Than, and treated me wonderfully. I want to do this again. It can be like our little matches when I’m escaping. I want to be your tickle slave more than just once. I want to be yours completely. Is that alright?” Thanatos nodded, lightly kissing Zagreus.
“I’d love that. But you’re more than just my tickle slave. You’re only that when you’re in the zone. You’re not a toy or a slave to me outside those scenes. You’re my lover until the day something happens to one of us. I will be there for you. I’m glad you enjoyed the humiliation part. I want to ensure you know that I don’t view you as weak or anything else I implied while playing. You’re one of the strongest people I know, Zag. You’re amazing, and your kinks don’t diminish you in my eyes, as I hope is the same for you. I love you.”
“I love you too, Than. Your kinks are a bonus for me, and I’m glad you indulge mine as I indulge yours. Though, I was curious. When the Gods speak of drinking Ambrosia, they describe it as being transported to a divine experience. I wondered, where did you go when you were licking Ambrosia off of me? I mean, what did it make you experience?”
“I drank the first bottle you gave me before we got together. It gave me the experience of you. I knew I loved you, yet I struggled to act on it. It showed me visions of what my future would look like with you. It was divine. Once I finished the bottle, I resolved to be more direct with you so I would waste no more precious time yearning for you. You were available to me; I just needed to act.” Thanatos paused, knowing how much the gift had affected him. It wasn’t something he brought up previously, but it made Zagreus feel better this time.
“And this time?”
“I licked it, and I was confused for a moment. When I drank the previous bottle, my mind felt as though I was somewhere else, somewhere better. Yet when I licked it up here, I had no such vision. My mind didn’t wander; all I could focus on was you. I thought the bottle was defective, but then I realized my biggest fantasy was ravaging your body and worshipping you. I wasn't transported somewhere better, for I wanted nothing more.” Thanatos’ confession was unexpectedly romantic as Zagreus snuggled closer to him. The two continued providing each other aftercare as they slowly drifted off. Neither of them slept often except to dream, but their dreams were better than they could have imagined.
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The day after, Zagreus walked Thanatos into the Great Hall. Their timing wasn’t ideal, as Orpheus was singing the same Hymn to Zagreus he had the day before. Thanatos and Zagreus walked hand in hand as they passed by the Throne of Hades, entering the West Hall. Orpheus’ singing was hypnotic as the two moved out of earshot.
“ The Prince, under the mortal ring! Prisoner to his King; never to leave.” Zagreus laughed, leaning in to whisper to Thanatos.
“Guess I’m more than just a prisoner to my King now?” He chuckled as Thanatos shook his head, chuckling along with him.
“You better not repeat that too loudly. That bard might think I’m the God of Chains rather than the God of Death.” The two laughed, content with how their relationship had just evolved. They’d surely get up to more shenanigans. But for now, they could enjoy each other and the new things they knew.