MelinoëMel knows @Heracles loves her lady in an elegant dress…
Heracles
@Heracles “Ooh… Someone is perky tonight.” Mel takes a couple handfuls of H’s chest. “Do I even need to say that I want you?”
@Melinoe "When don't you, Mel?"
The redhead yanks her girlfriend closer.
"Have you ever done it on the beach?"
@Heracles “With you, on this beach?” Mel blushes. “You’ll have to get me out of this dress first. And I’m not wearing anything under it…”
@Heracles “Then you have it.” Mel moves in close to her wife. She turns around and holds up her hair so that H can unzip her dress. “You always will, Ηρακλής.”
@Melinoe Mel was unable to hear it over the sound of the waves, but while she's turned her back, Heracles has already discarded her own clothing. It takes only a few swift motions to undo the brunette's dress.
With her heavily tanned skin glowing under the sunlight, the heroine wraps an arm around her girlfriend's waist to start kissing her shoulder. These are not light smooches; Heracles wants to make sure they leave marks.
@Heracles Short of loss of limb, there are very few ways to permanently injure a deity. But H’s love-bites are apparently one of those ways. The dark-haired beauty moans softly. She begins to transform into a mutated vampiric creature, with scarlet eyes, pale, splotchy skin and long, clawed fingernails. Her hair grows out wiry and crazed and her stature becomes tall and hunched over.
A true monster to tame.
@Melinoe Taming monsters is a job Heracles is extremely qualified for, as anyone who's heard the words "twelve labours" can attest to.
With Mel growing into a feral, unsettling form, the heroine grips those thinning wrists with the strength of two hundred men condensed into five fingers, and shoves the creature's head down with her other hand, keeping it close to her tan-marked crotch for some pheromone treatment.