Chapter 6: You Are Mine
“Why did you turn off the light?” Eutostea asked.
In the whirlpool of darkness, Eutostea had not the chance to recognize the figure and image of a god. She could only believe it was him.
Apollo’s finger grazed her cheek. Unlike his electrifying touch from yesterday, this was one was friendly and more… wholesome.
“I don’t want you to see me. Anyhow, I am but a soul covered in human shell. It isn’t me… but a fake.”
Apollo’s explanation revealed Eutostea’s doubts.
“Aren’t you able to see me without the lights on?” Eutostea said in tongues of whisper.
Apollo chuckled lightheartedly. “Do you think my eyesight is that bad? You seem suspicious of me, the man who came back for you, the man drunk with your beauty.”
‘Yes, I don’t quite trust what I’m not seeing.’
Eutostea looked at him — looked at where he should be. He should have noticed the difference between her and her sister. Her sister was beautiful and she was average.
“My hair…” Eutostea muttered.
“You smell nice, princess. I like it.”
His lips touched the top of her head and savored her scent, his arms wrapped around her. He looked zoned out.
Apollo, he made her…
“A god has never heard my voice before,” Eutostea changed the topic, feeling uncomfortable.
“Yes. It sounds better than the melody of my lira.” Apollo smiled.
“I don’t think it’s quite comparable.”
“If you say so, princess. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Princess, my name, have you forgotten it?”
“I’m comfortable writing it.”
Apollo smiled and looked at Eutostea warmly. “Now that you’re talking, I notice that your voice is sweet and tinged with spices of stubbornness.”
“I’m sorry, forgive me if I was rude.”
“No, it’s quite alright.”
Eutostea surprised herself. She spoke more to a god than any human. Perhaps she had drunk too much wine for dinner? And perhaps she had much gusto and brevity because of it.
“Are you here to spend the night with me again?” Eutostea asked, a question that surprised her.
Apollo was surprised too. He smiled. “That’s quote bold of you. I like it. And yes, I did promise to come back. I’ve been waiting to see you again.”
“This would be my second time… I’m shy…”
Apollo pressed his thumb on her full lips. “The woman I held in my arms yesterday would beg to differ.”
Eutostea seemed unable to look at him out of shame.
“It’s all right. It was lovely. You were great. I wanted to see you again today. I really did. Truly. I hope I can hear more of your voice as well.”
Apollo untied the brooch pinned on Eutostea’s shoulder; a scaly, smooth cloth crashed onto the floor and revealed the curves of a woman.
“Turn the lights on, Apollo. I need to tell you something…”
Eutostea knew where this was heading to so she desperately brought up a new topic of conversation only to have her lips stolen.
Apollo’s lips, cunning as a snake, coveted her like the sun covets the moon, like the tides gravitating towards the moon. His free arms snaked around her body. He wanted her — the flaws she had and her perfection; he thought it adorable.
Grunting, his hands went down her fleshy buttocks and lifted her off the ground, his lips pressed against her nape. Eutostea supported herself and nervously wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.
Her actions pleased Apollo.
“Tomorrow, everyone throughout Greece will know that you are my woman. Your taste, scent, and feel of your body pressed against me… that is mine.”