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Passion of the Gods - part 1
Chapter 1: A Tender Connection Unfolds
Gods, why me? You see the towering figure of Hercules being carried into your humble healing cabin.
The tension among the villagers is palpable as they fret over whether their beloved hero will survive his grave injuries.
Your heart races as you realize that this man’s fate now rests in your hands, a responsibility you never imagined would fall upon your shoulders.
As the men gently lay him on your table, you notice how Hercules’ muscles tense even at the slightest touch.
His skin is weathered and hardened from years of battle, yet his eyes betray an unmistakable vulnerability.
You step forward, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.
“I need you to trust me,” you say, meeting his weary gaze.
Hercules blinks slowly and nods, a subtle sign that he is willing to place his fate in your hands.
With careful precision, you begin the process of examining his wounds.
You assess every cut, bruise, and gash, noting how much time and care will be required for each injury to heal properly.
As you work, you engage him in conversation, asking about his battles and adventures, hoping that the stories might provide a distraction from the pain.
Hercules speaks slowly at first, hesitant to open up, but as days turn into nights, your cabin becomes a safe haven for him.
He shares tales of his past battles, his deep voice resonating in the quiet nights.
You listen intently, learning about the trials and tribulations that have shaped this legendary warrior.
In return, you offer Hercules small glimpses into your own life as a healer, telling stories of mending hearts and soothing broken souls within your village.
The bond between you grows stronger with each passing night, an inexplicable connection beginning to take root as you unearth the raw emotions hidden beneath his warrior’s exterior.
“You’re not like any other woman I’ve met, YN,” Hercules murmurs one night, his eyes holding a depth of emotion that catches your breath.
The air between you seems to thicken as you feel an undeniable spark ignite within you.
You struggle to find words to respond, but the truth is, it’s not just him who feels this way.
As time goes by and Hercules begins to heal under your tender care, a sense of longing grows within you, curiosity piqued at the thought of what might lie beneath his fearsome exterior.
You find yourself drawn to him in ways you never expected, your heart yearning for a deeper connection with this legendary warrior.
“Maybe, Hercules,” you say softly, “you haven’t met a woman who sees you, not the legend.” Your voice is barely a whisper in the hushed cabin, but the words carry weight - a promise of something more between you.
The rest of the world seems to fade away as your eyes meet, leaving only the two of you standing on the precipice of an unknown future.
Unspoken Desires and Forbidden Thoughts
“YN, I’m healed enough.
I should leave…” Hercules’ voice is heavy with something unspoken as he breaks the silence between you in your humble cabin.
You feel an inexplicable pang in your chest at his words, a mix of sadness and longing welling up inside you.
“Is that what you want?” you ask, unable to keep the tremor from your voice as you meet his gaze.
His eyes betray the turmoil brewing within him - a war between duty and desire, loyalty and longing.
He seems lost in thought for a moment before he answers softly, “I don’t know what I want anymore, YN…”
Your heart skips a beat at his admission.
You notice how close you are standing to each other now, your bodies almost touching in the dim light of your cabin.
The air between you seems charged with an electricity that was never there before - a tangible awareness of one another’s presence that leaves you breathless and yearning for more.
As if pulled by an invisible force, Hercules reaches out, his hand brushing against your cheek.
You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
The touch is gentle but firm, conveying a depth of emotion that words cannot express.
In those few seconds, every fiber of your being screams for you to lean in closer, to bridge the gap between you and let your lips meet his.
But you hold back, uncertain if he feels the same intensity of emotions that are coursing through you at this very moment.
Instead, you both stand frozen, eyes locked, hearts racing as the world around you seems to fade away.
It is a moment suspended in time - one where everything and nothing happens simultaneously.
And then, just as suddenly as it began, the spell breaks, and Hercules pulls his hand away, taking a step back from you with an expression of confusion and longing that tugs at your heartstrings.
The silence between you is deafening now, both of you acutely aware of the unspoken words and desires lingering in the air like ghosts haunting your every move.
You are left to wonder if this moment will change everything or if it was simply a dream that you’ve mistaken for reality.
That night, as you lay awake on your cot, unable to find solace in sleep, you replay the scene over and over again in your mind.
The memory of Hercules’ touch sends shivers down your spine, and you cannot help but wonder what it would feel like if he were to embrace you fully - his strong arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss that would leave both of you breathless and wanting more.
Your thoughts wander into forbidden territory as you imagine the feel of Hercules’ skin against yours, the taste of his lips on your neck, the sensation of his hands roaming freely over your body.
The idea is thrilling and terrifying all at once, a fire burning within you that you have never experienced before.
As the hours slip by, your dreams become filled with vivid images of Hercules and yourself intertwined in an intimate dance, his touch setting your skin ablaze as you both lose yourselves in the ecstasy of passion.
The intense emotions and sensations linger long after you wake, leaving you feeling disoriented and questioning everything you once thought was true.
As dawn breaks and the first light of day filters through your cabin, you find Hercules still asleep on his cot, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
You gaze at him for a long moment, taking in the lines of his face - strong yet gentle at the same time.
Your heart aches at the thought of him leaving, but you know that he must eventually return to his own world - one where warriors are revered for their strength and prowess, not their vulnerabilities.
A sudden urge overtakes you, and before you can think better of it, you find yourself leaning down and whispering in Hercules’ ear, “Stay.” The word is barely a breath, but it carries with it all the emotions you cannot put into words - your fears, desires, and longings for something more than just a healer and her patient.
You watch as his eyes flutter open, meeting yours with an intensity that leaves you speechless.
He reaches out and gently traces the curve of your arm, sending shivers up your spine as the touch ignites the fire within you once again.
The moment stretches on forever, both of you caught in a web of emotions too complex to untangle.
And then, with a soft sigh that speaks volumes, Hercules pulls his hand away and rises from his cot.
“I can’t,” he says simply, the regret evident in his voice as he turns away from you.
You watch him leave the cabin, feeling your heart shatter into a thousand pieces at the realization that this moment, so filled with promise and potential, was destined to remain unspoken - a forbidden desire left to fester within the confines of your own mind.