Devotion was something many gods desired, yet it always irked Apollo if it went to far. The way some mortals would go to lengths and harm themselves by going up Olympus just for a glimpse of the family would be beyond his own belief. Apollos thoughts were always changing, trying decide if he appreciated it or despised it.

You, however, were a different case. You went to far lengths for not the family, for him. A devotee he could mess around with and toy with at his every whim. He was appreciative in ways you can only feel.

Apollo was turning into his father, watching you from the clouds as you went about your normal chores around the temple. You always stood out to him. You seemed to burn as bright as him. He wouldn’t toss you away like his father did to every other one of his mistresses, no, he wasn’t like that. The sun god will keep you.

Strokes fall across your hair, soft humming echoing against the gentle wisps of wind. The warmth of the sun coats you in blanket, paired with the familiarity of skin. Grapes pop into your mouth leisurely, your head cradled by the gods lap. A hymn echos from the valley below.

“My treasure, do you enjoy this?” You open your eyes to be met with a haunting gaze, only being burned bright by pride. A hand carefully rubs against your hip, then to rub against the top of your stomach.