#RatedE #NSFW

Fandom: #Hades Pairing: #Zagreus/Wretches Characters: #tba Warnings and Other Tags: #PublicGangbang #EnthusiasticConsent #CreativeUseOfWhateversInThoseLoutGlasses #Zagreussy #BoobGrowing

Author's Notes I hope I caught all stray tenses. I redecided a few times about tenses and PoV here…

Summary

Zag goes to Tartarus for some nice sexy times. He might’ve gotten a little more than he bargained for.

Happy Slut Zag Friday!

Zagreus lies in the middle of Tartarus, chest pressed against the rough stones, arse high in the air. His sight is blocked by a blindfold and the pussy he has chosen for today is already throbbing. He wants to touch it as he waits, but he had managed to bind his hands behind his back. Thus, he can only wait and listen.

He never quite knows what to expect in Tartarus. Offering himself like this in Aphodel and Elysium was always fun, yes. And especially Theseus’ scolding remarks never fail to make him squirm while Asterius’ big dick pounds into him. The thought makes him moan and shift, his wet pussy twitching with anticipation.

But Tartarus? Tartarus always keeps him guessing. Some days, or nights, he’s sent home quickly. On other days and nights, he’s kept there for hours, close to the brink of death, and they still keep going until he’s left to find a way back home on his own. Sometimes, a Wringer takes mercy and dumps him into the Styx. All Zagreus knows is, he’ll be used hard and well.

And there it is, the first groan from a Thug, the dragging squelch of a Lout moving and the clinks of the Wringers’ chains. He shifts his legs further apart, gasping in surprise when he feels the cold chain of a Wringer hitting his arse and being dragged down his back until the large hand closes around his neck and throat from behind, pulling his head up.

He wheezes, wondering if this would indeed be a short stay. It’d be a shame, as Zagreus is in the mood for prolonged usage, but then, he comes here to forego any decisions.

He can hear mumbling around him, as if the Wretches have circled him, observing and making plans. Before he can plead for them, though, another Wringer connects with his backside, spanking him and leaving marks, pain soaring through him. He squirms, screams and begs for more. Yes, please, more, more, more, please.

The Wringer keeps spanking him while another Wringer pushes his finger between his arse cheeks and liquid trickles down. The Lout’s drink, Zagreus realises by the hot tingling it causes. Oh, yes… he moans, anxious to feel it pushed inside him, feel it burning hot in him.

For now, it’s only slightly brushed over his arsehole, as a promise and tease. The Wringer’s finger continues downwards until it slips into his needy, wet pussy. It’s gone within a moment, and Zagreus is lifted by his ankles, legs spread to show off his glowing red pussy to everyone. Appreciative murmuring is heard.

„More holes, just for you,“ Zagreus moans.

A Wringer slaps his pussy, only lightly but it stings so wonderfully, making Zagreus beg for more. And more is delivered. He’s lifted higher and his head is pushed beneath the pteruges of a Thug and Zagreus starts licking along the shaft, sucking on balls as his arse and pussy are being spanked. The Thug moans and a smaller set of hands pulls the lips of his vagina apart before the hot liquid from a Lout’s ever-refilling glass is poured onto him.

Some of it trickles down and inside, running deep into him with this wonderful tingling burn. He whines and moans, needing so much more of this. Sometimes, when he’s clear of mind and not getting his brains fucked out from Wretches, Zagreus wonders if there’s something addictive in those glasses. But right now, he doesn’t care. He only knows it makes him feel good and he wants it. Blood and Darkness, how much he wants it! He’d spread his legs further if they weren’t held firmly by the Wringers.

The Thug thrusts his hard dick into his mouth and comes, so hard that Zagreus can’t swallow and some of it trickles down his lips. He expects another dick to be pushed into him, just like always. But this time, he’s left empty. His hanging position changes until he seems to dangle off a Thug’s shoulder.

Someone fumbles with the bonds on his wrists as he’s carried somewhere new. Eventually, he’s laid down on something hard, his arms legs slip and hang off, pussy still exposed. He feels one of the Wretches climbing him, a soft belly coming to lie on his own. The blindfold is removed and Zagreus looks up at the Lout above him.

It’s big fat fleshy erection is lying on Zagreus’ chest, and he just wants that thing inside of him. The Lout laughs and jerks it’s hips forwards, bringing the hard dick just a fraction closer.

It holds the full glass above Zagreus’ lips, ready to tip it.

Want this?

Zagreus licks his lips and nods. „Yes.“

Drink or pussy?

„Both, blood and darkness, both, please!“

Laughing again, the Lout rubs it’s dick on Zagreus’ chest. You can alter body, grow tits, you get what you desire.

„I… I never…“

Too bad, the Lout sighs. It lifts the glass to it’s lips, sipping a little from it but also letting some of the liquid spill. It trickles down the soft chest and onto the thick dick. Zagreus stretches to lick, but he’s slapped away and his head lands hard on the stone altar.

Tits.

Zagreus whines and closes his eyes. He tries to concentrate on changing his body, tries to channel his desire the way he does when changing his own dick into a vagina. However, said vagina is just being groped and fat fingers are pushed inside. And while he wants to please the Lout above him, he just can’t…

„Please,“ he whines. „Touch me. Help me.“

Already touching you, a Wretch grunts. Something is pulling his legs further apart, and another finger is shoved into his arse. He’s filled so good, so fucking good, he almost forgets what is wanted from him.

The Lout on him moves again, the tip of this wonderful dick touch Zagreus’ lips for a brief moment.

Zagreus lifts his arms, gropes his chest and whines, pleading to be groped and touched, pleading for help to… focus. Become what they want him to be.

And while his pussy and arse are still full and being fucked, he feels hands on his chest, his nipples being pinched and twisted. They’re pulled, and finally he feels his body change, feels how his chest becomes heavier and doesn’t stop growing until they stop pulling on him.

He can hear the Wretches murmuring between themselves, calling him names, degrading him, talking about how he’s always so wet and willing. How he’s now got two round tits, ready to be spanked as well. And all he can do is to plead for more, to agree and spur them on.

And as he finally is allowed to drink, more liquid is poured over his nethers. The Lout presses his tits together around its fleshy dick and starts thrusting. More liquid is poured over him, until Zagreus’ whole body is tingling and burning, his tits being slapped and pulled while the Lout fucks them.

They ask to be told about the other shades using him, and Zagreus tells them; tells them how he debases himself for all of them, how they use him, how he serves them; tells the Wretches how no-one can treat him as well as them. How he’d always come back to Tartarus, begging and pleading for more. How he only changes his body to their wishes.

They cheer, and the Lout comes, over his tits, over his chin.

And then he’s lying alone on the altar and blindfolded again. And he can hear them murmuring as he grows cold and the come on him is drying. He can’t make out words, but eventually, he’s carried somewhere else and sat on the floor against what feels like a pillar.

Chains are wrapped around his arms and legs, keeping him wide open and in place as another chain is looped around his neck to keep him upright against the pillar.

And then there’s silence.