What the fuck were they doing, indeed. A dangerous decision, bound and bleeding under the God. There was a reason why Gods were warned off showing themselves to mortals, as easily broken and killed as they were. But Megaera, in this moment, just didn't seem to care.

Regrets for later, not when the mortal leaned up to chase her lips. Megaera might have sighed, thankful for the chain snapping at her restraint, as she kissed him again. Her lips slotting in-between his properly this time, moving and opening her mouth against his. Panting into wet heated kisses, before pulling back to suck at his bottom lip.

How far had the Fury fallen? Megaera wondered as she shifted her weight to settle properly over the wretch. Sliding her other leg up the bed to cage him in, leaning back into her knees, so she could feel his cock pressed blatantly into her. Megaera groaned at the pressure, biting down hard on his bottom lip. The iron taste of blood, skin tearing under the Fury's sharp teeth; a reminder of who she was. And how easily she could kill him.