Erebus, god of the dark divide, held his wife close as he slowly eased himself in and out of her. He luxuriated in the sight of her from this angle, laying on her side. Coils of hair skirted the back of her neck while her smooth flesh skimmed their sheets. Nyx sighed softly, pressing her back against his chest. The goddess of night had sprung into existence from chaos at the Beginning, and her beloved husband had soon joined her in the dark, formless world. As life and power entered the created order, millenia upon millenia past. Throughout the endless wheel of time, Erebus and Nyx had explored every conceivable way to know and learn each other.
While he continued to rock within her, Erebus' mind skimmed through memories of their time together: the first, voltaic, agonizing coupling of two primitive forces; the endless warmth and tenderness that bore their endless children; the frenzied, contentious resolutions of their quarrels. Each tone had its fitting season, but the couple had set aside much of their variety for languid, sublime surrender.
Another gentle moan escaped Nyx's lips. Erebus paused to lean down and place a firm, closed kiss upon her cheek. Even when he was still, she relished feeling him inside her. After their ceaseless days together, she had learned to enjoy every moment of their joining. Strained groans and frantic urgings had been replaced with content.
Well, for the most part.
Nyx shifted her hips.
"Do I sense some impatience, love?" he asked. Nyx's laugh tinkled like starlight.
"Perhaps some, husband. Your pace suggests we have all the time in the world."
"With you, darling," Erebus said, "a mere day is enough, and eternity far too little." Nyx shifted again.
"You are testing my patience." A smirk betrayed her tone, but before she could take too much satisfaction in her teasing, he roughly thrust into her. A sharp cry came from the back of her throat as her eyes shut.
"How else may I test you, wife?" Erebus growled. He clutched her naked body to his, sliding out slowly, her form melting into his grasp, only for her to stiffen and cry out as he sharply sank into her again. His thrusts remained steady, and he leaned over once more to place his open mouth on her pulse. Her core tightened around his cock. Erebus slid a hand over his wife's hip, past her legs, to the point where they were joined. He rolled his fingers against her flesh, feeling her quiver in expectation. Her tense fingers reached behind her to grasp his neck, the place she liked to cling to when they embraced. The pad of his thumb continued to taunt her, lightly circling and grazing her flesh.
She let out an irritated huff. This was all part of the game. He knew when she made that sound, as she so often did, that she was playfully urging him on, and she knew when she made that sound that he would grind into her yearning body until she was sore. But it never failed to take her by surprise.
He fucked her frantically, groaning and grasping, and when she writhed in his grip, he felt young again.
Afterwards, they lay together, catching their breath. Erebus had never understood the Olympians, with their incessant affairs and betrayals. Each time he bedded his wife, he was overwhelmed by her beauty, compassion, and strength. She was more than enough for him. A moment later, he lifted his head to eye her.
"Again?" he asked.
Nyx always marveled at how boyish her eons-old husband looked after lovemaking. The smirk on his face revealed he was all too pleased with himself. Nyx bit her lip, fighting her smile, but her playful eyes gave her away.
"Again," she said.
They had all the time in the world, and she delighted that it would never be enough.