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Hello.
I want to clarify that English is not my first language, please be kind to me.

So, this job is going to be a mix of orders that you can give me (only the ships of the tags, I don't think I can accept others).
Honestly there is not much content from them, so I got mad and decided to make my own story LOL.

Things I am willing to do:
Rape
sex with minors
Fetishes (depents)
Age difference
Emotional harm
Toxic relationships

Things I am not willing to do:
Vore
Feet
Public humiliation
Any romantic relationship with C00lkid.
That said I hope to update today or tomorrow.
My chapters will be over 1000 words so don't worry about that.
Bye

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The round had been a disaster, wherever I could walk I could only see the butchered corpses of my companions, disfigured and lifeless. The round had been very long, I could have sworn that two hours had already passed, however, I have not seen the killer anywhere. It doesn't appear to be 1x4 or John Doe, No, the manner of killing is sadistic, yet precise and agile....Definitely not Jason.

I approached the mansion in the hope of finding another survivor, my pace is not slow but not fast either.
At the entrance I saw a streak of light, apparently Elliot appeared through the front door of the mansion. Seeing this I did not hesitate to accelerate my pace, finally I found someone alive.

smile was drawn on my face.
When I was close enough to the door I could see better the person in front of me, ¨Elliot¨ or what was left of him was leaning on the door. I stopped in my tracks and saw with horror what seemed to have happened to him; the poor boy had a sword wound that pierced his stomach, the viscera were about to spill out, the scene was one of the most morbid I had seen in the time I've been trapped here, and yet it was not the worst...

With a sharp blow, Elliot's corpse fell to the floor, letting the blood contaminate his hair... There I saw him, the cause of this cruel scene. He was wearing a cape very similar to Taph's, I could say that the differences in the clothes were minimal, but unlike my teammate, that guy had a good pair of golden wings on his back, it seemed that they could cut someone just by looking at him and at the same time on his face he also had smaller wings that covered his eyes, but his smile was hard to forget, it was almost peaceful, the being seemed docile, like a deity. That was what chilled my blood the most. It seemed that it only played with me.

Without realizing ¨that¨  began to walk to me, in that second I could see that under his sword, it seemed that he wanted to show himself unarmed, even so, without a weapon or not, I am still an easy target, he could just tear my neck with his claws.
When I saw that I was close enough to, he raises his hand to touch me, at least that's what I think he wanted to do, that's where my legs finally reacted and with all my strength I ran down the mountain, hoping to reach the cemetery. It was too risky to teleport at this point.
I didn't have time to look back, I didn't know if it was following me or not, nor did I hear any footsteps that would give me a clue if the being was near me. 
When I finally spotted the white bridge that was going to take me to the cemetery, I heard the sound of fluttering wings and then I felt a dull thump on my back. I thought I was going to collapse on the ground or that the sword was going to pierce me. At first, I didn't understand what happened.
But those thoughts did not come true, I felt someone grab me by the waist before I fell, the touch was soft, almost gentle, almost kind, almost.

When I saw who my hero was, I saw the figure from before. Seeing that I finally looked at him, his smile widened more than a normal human would have the capacity to do.

-I apologize for my aggressive treatment of someone like you,” -he said bluntly. I wanted to pull away, but his grip felt like steel and struggling only intensified it, it hurt a little.

-Maybe you already know me, it's hard to believe that someone doesn't, but you have the honor of being in front of the great Telamon,” he said with an air of superiority, the blessed birdman. I did not understand why he was talking to me. His name was strangely familiar.

-Why don't you just kill me once? ....?

- You're pretty dumb if you think I'm going to do that to someone as deserving of my presence as you- This seemed like a joke, I didn't understand what he meant until he dragged me across the bridge-Tell Telamon your name, pretty thing.

-007n7....-
Telamon stood thinking for a moment, the smile still not gone. My urge to run away was still strong, “Who knew we would meet like this dear Hacker, I've heard so much about you...” 

-Ah?

As I said that, Telamon threw me to the ground with superhuman strength, I hurt myself in the process, it was definitely going to leave a bruise on my arm. When I wanted to stand up Telamon was already on top of me, he seemed to be drooling. Which was pretty gross. 

-You know little hacker, we never had the chance to meet before- He said as one of his hands started down to my pants- I know that after this our bond will strengthen in a divine way- With one swift movement, he ripped my pants, leaving me exposed to what he had planned.

-Hey, wait, what are you doing to me?” I asked, although I could already guess what he had planned for our ‘divine encounter’, I couldn't help but let out a few tears as I felt so exposed. This was too much for one person.

-I am going to reinforce our union, my dear 7,” as I looked at his robe I saw a growing erection on his face, ”At what point did he pull up his robe?-you are going to belong in body to Telamon.

I felt that with one hand he grabbed my arm preventing me from escaping and with the other, which he had free, he went straight to my hole, to try to prepare it, he inserted the first finger, the ardon did not take long to come, it was the first time they did this kind of thing to me, it was not at all gentle with me- I see that Telamon is going to be the first, my dear 7.

After a while he inserted a second finger, the pain persisted, what made me cry more tears was the fact that I started to like the sensation, causing my penis to get hard- I'm not even inside you and you're already excited, how nice- His movements were fast and abrupt, it seemed he was desperate. 

After a few minutes of constant stimulation, he withdrew his fingers suddenly, causing me to moan, I could have sworn he had blood on his hands, clearly it wasn't from him....

-Well my dear, what do you say we leave the childish games and move on to the more interesting part. - Telamon wasted no time in grabbing his erect penis and positioning it at my entrance. Struggling wasn't going to help. Is this really going to happen to me? Dying was more merciful than this. 

With a single thrust he thrust it in, the burning was unbearable, despite the recent preparation. I let out a scream of pain, it's really hurting me, it's really inside me, why is it doing this to me in the first place? I wanted to vomit from the pain.

He held still for a few moments, maybe giving me time to adapt to the recent change inside me, after a few minutes he started to move, the thrusts were fast and constant, I couldn't help but moan in pain, I felt him tearing me up from the inside.

You are a delight, you were definitely made to take me- He said with a thick voice while drooling all over me- How could I let you be a hacker? If I had known how good you are, I definitely would have had you as a toy many moons ago, maybe lock you up as my pretty wife.

-Wouldn't you like that? - He said with rushing lunges, they were already erratic- Answer me-

The hand that gripped my arm moved to grab my face, causing me to look Telamon in the eyes. I felt tired.

Without hesitation I said my answer- Yes, make me your wife, just for you my love Telamon- I didn't even know why I said that, it was as if my body was in automatic mode, I feel disgusted with myself. 

That seemed to please him, picking up the pace, apparently he was already close to climax, I could feel that sensation in my stomach, I think I did too, I didn't even like this.

With a few more thrusts, Telamon filled me, I could feel and see my belly swell from the stuffing. 

He stood still for a moment and then pulled out of me, leaving a puddle of his seed oozing out from inside me, I let out a choked moan, tears welling up in my red eyes. I didn't understand why the stopwatch hadn't reached 0.

-What a sweet wife you are, my dear 7,” he said as he dressed, ”unfortunately our time has come to an end.

- I know we are going to have more encounters like this in the future my love- He said to my absolute horror- I won't be as kind as I was this time- My vision went black.

I woke up in my bed, inside the cabin.
-Maybe it was a dream- I said, until I saw myself well, my body bruised and full of wounds, I didn't even want to see the bottom, I wanted to die at that moment, this was definitely his biggest karma for all the evil he had done in the past. 
I just hope Telamon, as he called himself, wasn't a recurrent killer.....

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The soft glows of the afternoon struck the large stained glass windows of the room, reflecting off the slightly frowning face of young 7n7, as he held something more valuable than gold or any precious gem—especially to Telamon. It was quite large, bigger than a normal Robloxian’s head, painted in a deep, intense red that shone even more due to the small lights from the sun. It was an egg—specifically, HIS egg.

7n7 could only sigh as he thought about his firstborn. Telamon rarely left him alone ever since they officially started dating. The deity clung to him like gum on a shoe, and ever since he laid his egg, Telamon had practically been glued to him all day, wherever he went. Telamon was extremely protective of 7n7; the young father could barely leave the mansion without Telamon either running (or flying) to scoop him up and bring him back to their quarters, saying, "Telamon cannot allow anything bad to happen to his partner."

Not that 7n7 was bothered by the former deity’s behavior—not at all. He just missed going out on his own without a feathery bodyguard following him around. And as if his thoughts had been heard, that day Telamon had to urgently leave the mansion for work—at Builderman’s request. The deity was furious and worried about it, and 7n7 had to insist that he go handle his responsibilities. Telamon reluctantly agreed, telling him he’d be back home as soon as possible. They said goodbye with a gentle kiss that lasted longer than it probably should have and a soft hug. Then Telamon wrapped his large wings around himself, gave one last glance at 7n7 and the egg, and flew away.

Snapping out of his thoughts, 7n7 left his room, not without first grabbing his egg/child, and set out for a walk through the endless hallways of the place he now called home. Only two hours had passed since Telamon had gone to his meeting. He could handle that.

As he left the room, he walked through the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion—doors leading to rooms, and some rooms leading to other rooms. The father couldn’t understand the architecture of the place. When he finally spotted the stairs, he made his way down them calmly; he wasn’t in a hurry anyway. The steps were wide and majestic—typical of his annoying boyfriend...

When he reached the ground floor of the eccentric mansion, he decided to get some direct sunlight and stepped into the backyard. "I don’t know how he has a backyard when his house is literally floating in the air," he muttered to himself. But he couldn’t dig too deeply into those kinds of questions. Honestly, it was silly to even wonder, knowing his partner was literally a god. He must have his secrets.

As he crossed the door, the sun’s rays hit his face. They were soft and gave off a pleasant warmth. He held the egg a little tighter, took one step and then another, heading toward the shade of a tree in the enormous yard.

When he reached his destination, he slowly lowered himself until he finally touched the green grass and placed the egg between his legs.
"It’s not like little legs are going to sprout from you out of nowhere, but I still don’t want to risk anything happening to you."

The wind was gentle and slightly chilly, contrasting with the warm sunrays. It was definitely a good day for the father. Sadly, he couldn’t say the same for his boyfriend. The poor guy was probably squirming with rage in some office chair or at one of his "stupid meetings," as he usually called them.

He decided to get comfortable and lean back against the tree. The weather was perfect, and sometimes it was good to change the environment and get out of the beautiful, yet somewhat gloomy mansion—in 7n7's words.

The father could still remember everything clearly.

It was his last day at Robloxia University. He had finally earned his degree as a programmer. Every second had been totally worth it. His efforts were finally going to be rewarded.

A small but important detail he hadn’t known was that one of the admins would be attending the ceremony—and sure enough, it happened. A barely audible noise came from the stage, and a golden light flooded the area. Anyone could recognize who it was, even those who didn’t know Robloxia’s lore. It was Telamon.

7n7 remembered being a huge fan of him when he was just a kid. The deity was like his hero during his youth—and honestly, still was, though he wouldn’t admit it out loud. Even so, he couldn’t help but smile with pure joy when he saw him.

The minutes passed, and it was finally his turn to go up on stage. He was, to put it mildly, very nervous—because of his degree and, clearly, because the embodiment of war was just a few feet away. As he climbed the stage and Telamon handed him his diploma, he noticed the being beside him couldn’t stop staring. When their eyes met, Telamon gave a smile that was hard for the programmer to interpret. But the moment passed. It didn’t matter anymore. It was probably just his imagination, he thought. He assumed it would be the first and last time he’d be near the god…
How wrong the young man was.

From that day on, small gifts started arriving at his apartment door. Little things—like a new mouse, items he’d use for work, or even food. Then, one day, the sender showed up in person. The programmer had just gotten off work and went to check the doorbell. What he saw was a two-meter-tall being looking at him curiously. From that day on, the rest was history—one full of love and maybe a little creepiness from his partner. But there wasn’t much he could do. He loved him. And now they even had a child, which could hatch at any moment.

Back in the present, the memories had tired the young father, who closed his eyes to rest for a while—until something, or rather someone, pulled him out of his little daydream.

"What are Telamon’s most precious treasures doing outside their room?"
It wasn’t a scolding, but pure curiosity from the being. 7n7 looked up and smiled.

"How was your meeting, darling?" the father asked, and immediately got a reply:
"Telamon thinks it was unnecessary. Just a waste of time that could have been handled without his presence. They only took time away from Telamon and his partner."

The deity was clearly irritated by the wasted time. 7n7 noticed and invited Telamon to sit beside him, which the god didn’t even hesitate to do.

The deity stretched out his arms to embrace his partner and enclosed them in a small cocoon formed by his large wings. It was a common practice between them. 7n7 didn’t know exactly what it meant, but he was sure it was some form of affection from his partner. Of course, he returned the hug, making sure the egg was safe.

Telamon had always been warm with him—from the moment they met, he had shown it. Something that completely contrasted with the image he gave off to others, because honestly, the deity was terrifying. He was quite threatening to anyone who wasn’t his partner or child.
We’re literally talking about the god of war, after all. He wasn’t exactly known for being gentle…

Putting that aside, Telamon spoke again, his voice filled with sweetness:
"Telamon missed you so much, my love. It was torture being without you for so long."
The god could be a bit dramatic, according to 7n7.
"We missed you too, sweetheart."

They decided to stay there a while longer and enjoy each other’s company—and that of their child, who had yet to hatch.
It was simply perfect, in both of their words.

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A new round was about to end. The hotel felt empty and almost desolate in 7n7's eyes. If you looked closely, you could see a few puddles of blood spilled on the soft grass floor. The father hadn't seen the killer the entire round, only watching the bodies that appeared from time to time—his teammates...

He truly hoped it wasn’t “that”. 1x seemed like a little angel compared to that.

After walking a bit, the father managed to spot a generator in the distance outside the hotel. He decided to pick up the pace and start working on it. He didn’t see any movement around, so he assumed the killer this round was elsewhere on the map.

Once the father was close to the generator, he began working on it, focused on his thoughts and solving the task at hand.

7n7 didn’t consider himself the best at doing these things, but he could say he was one of the fastest at finishing them—maybe the fastest—but he would never say that out loud for obvious reasons. He bent and adjusted the wires quickly; only a few were left before the generator would be complete.

7n7 winced—it had been a while since the accident... the cemetery, as he called it. He hadn’t told anyone; he didn’t think anyone would want to listen or help anyway. Because of that, his trust in others was greatly affected. He was afraid… Afraid of Telamon.

Luckily for the father, Telamon hadn't been selected to play since then, which kept him somewhat calm during the rounds. Despite the other dangers, Telamon was the worst—especially because of the direct threat he had made to the father.

Just as he was about to connect the last wire, a loud crash was heard, followed by a heavy thud right beside him. It startled the poor man, and with a slow turn, he looked to see what caused the sound.

To his horror, he saw the arm of one of his teammates mere inches from him. It looked like it had been torn off manually—not cut, but ripped by extreme force. The uneven tear made that clear. 7n7 tried to stand up and scream, but before he could do either, something—or rather someone—pushed him down, making him lean against the generator to avoid falling to the ground. The father felt a claw grip his shoulder, applying pressure to prevent him from escaping.

That confirmed the identity of this round's captor.

—“My dear companion, you have no idea how much Telamon longed to see you. I hope my gift is to your liking.” Telamon spoke as he crouched down to be nearly at his prey’s eye level.

A chill ran down the father's spine. Not again. He couldn’t take it anymore. Cold sweat began to pour, desperate. He was afraid—afraid of the games, afraid of the killers, afraid of Telam—

A sudden movement snapped him out of his thoughts. As swift as ever, Telamon sat on the ground and then pulled 7n7 onto his lap. The deity’s arms wrapped around the father in an embrace that was comforting only to one of them.

Telamon rested his head on 7n7's shoulder. The father was terrified. He couldn’t move. He feared the deity would do what he did last round. Just the thought of it was horrifying. With a whisper close to his ear, Telamon spoke:

—“Telamon hopes his sweet companion didn’t feel alone without him,” he said while moving his head against 7n7's shoulder, trying to show affection. “Telamon knows that the last rounds he played were a bit rough with his companion.”
The deity’s claws started to move slowly, caressing the young father.
“Let Telamon take care of you this round,” the deity whispered—and then licked the father’s ear.

7n7 didn’t know what the deity was talking about. They had only met once, and yes, Telamon had treated him horribly. But he didn’t understand what he meant by “the last rounds.”

The father might have continued thinking about his options, but then he felt a strange mental heaviness, almost like falling asleep. He tried to move, but his body didn’t respond, and soon… neither did his mind.

When he finally came to after a few seconds, he felt Telamon’s arms tighten around his waist. The father gave a small smile—how could he think his husband treated him badly? Definitely not. With a small gesture, he asked the deity to loosen his grip so he could move. For a moment, Telamon didn’t respond, but eventually, he did.

Thanks to that, the father turned around, now face-to-face with the deity. And sure enough, he returned the hug. They looked like two old lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years and were finally reunited.

Telamon loved being with 7n7. From the moment he saw him, he knew he would be his partner. He knew things had started off badly with the father since their first encounter. Every time Telamon was the killer, 7n7 always ran from him, making it a game of cat and mouse—or the father just cried. Telamon didn’t understand. He was supposed to be happy to be the partner of such a respected deity. Even when Telamon wanted to be more… physical, the father only cried and said things like, “Stop torturing me” or “Please forgive me.” It was annoying.

Telamon thought a little mind-wiping spell might help. He wanted to start softly. He knew his power was too strong and could turn the father's brain to mush. And indeed, it worked wonderfully. Not only did he return the affection Telamon gave, he was even more submissive when it came to reproduction. It was perfect—in the deity’s words.

The only side effect was that apparently 7n7 still remembered once the round ended—and only remembered their first encounter. Telamon needed to improve that. Over time, he believed it would stop being a spell and become a truth in the father's mind. It was a necessary sacrifice for both of them—or so Telamon believed.

Returning from the bird’s mind, the pair were wrapped in a nest of arms, exchanging little kisses here and there. Occasionally, Telamon bit parts of the father’s body—“little bites of affection,” as 7n7 called them.

Telamon felt the father extend a hand to preen his wings. Telamon adored when his companion did that. It was known among some that beings of his kind only allow that from their mate—their partner—their everything. In this case, his 007n7.

With gentle movements, the father preened the God’s wings, removing fallen feathers and untangling knots. Telamon felt like he was going to burst from the affection.

The pair stayed like that for a long while, until only seconds remained before the round ended. That put the deity in a bad mood, but he let it go. He knew he’d see his companion again soon.

With a quick motion, Telamon grabbed 7n7’s chin and brought him close. When they were just inches apart, Telamon gave the father a soft kiss on the lips. Of course, it was immediately returned. It was so sweet and full of love—for the deity and the drugged father. When they finally pulled apart, the round had ended, and just before everything went black, Telamon spoke:

—“See you soon, my dear couple.”

7n7 was the only survivor.

When the father woke up, he was in his bed. His head was pounding, his mind a little hazy.

He got up from bed, rubbing his head with one hand, and decided to go for a walk. As he approached the door, one thought stuck in his mind:

“I wonder what my husband is doing…”