[Greek mythology] Apollo's counterattack plan

Even so, Hercules was still worried. Before going to bed, he smiled and warned Apollo: "I know you are a long-range shooting god, and your archery skills are good, but mine is also good. Do you want to compete? I used to I went to Hades—because one of the tasks assigned to me by my cowardly, incompetent and despicable brother was to bring back the watchdog of Hades—after I arrived at Hades’ territory, I only needed one arrow Just shot a young man, guess who? Haha, Hades himself."

Apollo was taken aback, not knowing whether to lament the strength of Hercules or the weakness of Hades.

"So, my dear," Hercules continued with a smile, "don't try to escape from me. I'm afraid all the gods on Mount Olympus are no match for me, including you."

Apollo froze for a moment. Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't deny that this half-human, half-god guy did possess surprisingly high strength.

"Okay, go to sleep." Hercules yawned, hugged him in his arms, put one hand on his waist, and put his legs on his body, forming a posture that firmly imprisoned him .

Apollo is depressed: being tied up like this by this bastard, he can't even get a bow and arrow, let alone escape.

Still, he was determined to give it a try.

When Hercules was completely asleep, he let out a heavy snort. He tried to move, but it was just too light, and the boy woke up immediately.

"Can't sleep?" He looked at him with a half-smile.

Apollo quickly closed his eyes, even if he couldn't sleep, he had to pretend to be asleep.

Hercules didn't speak, and his breathing gradually became steady again. Apollo didn't dare to move any more, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, so he could only endure the long night with his eyes open.

As a god of prophecy, when he meets someone who is particularly unpleasant, or particularly pleasing to the eye, he can't help but look at their future, and Hercules is no exception.

After looking at it, he was extremely depressed and found that after the end of this guy's life, he will not enter the Hades, on the contrary, he will enter Olympus and become a member of the immortal gods.

Then, even if he can avoid him now, it will be hard to say in the future.

Unless... there is a more powerful god who can clean him up.

However, after seeing his strength, there are really not many such candidates...

There were many thoughts in Apollo's mind, and he cursed Hercules through gnashing of teeth—of course, secretly.After a while, he thought about the way to escape, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Apollo woke up under the harassment of Hercules.

That nasty guy kept biting his lip. Although he was very gentle, he still made people feel uncomfortable.

He opened his eyes sullenly.

Hercules greeted with a smile: "Morning. Did you sleep well last night? Does the wound not hurt so much?"

Gods are always amazingly resilient.It seems that this kid even knows this.

He didn't want to talk to him very much, but when he thought of the consequences of ignoring him yesterday, he nodded reluctantly.

Hercules pinched his nose and said with a smile, "Hey, talk, I want to hear your voice."

His expression seemed normal, but according to what Apollo knew about him, there was already a trace of displeasure in his voice.

He was very wronged. Those people he met before, no matter whether they were men or women, who would treat him like this.

So he said aggrievedly: "It hurts, it still hurts, it hurts so much."

Hercules hugged him, the expression on his face was very pleasantly surprised: "Are you acting like a baby? Acting like a baby to me? Come on, have another one."

Apollo: "..."

He now discovered that Hercules was not only moody, but also often misinterpreted the actions and words of others.

Hercules couldn't wait for the answer from the God of Light, so he continued to coax him persistently: "Honey, I like to hear you act like a baby, let me have another one. Besides the pain of the wound, is there anything else you want? Tell me, As long as I say it, I can satisfy you. You see, I can even get things like three-headed dogs and golden apples. In this world, there is anything I can’t get. Tell me, what do you want? .Do you want to eat barbecue or drink water?"

Apollo was chilled for a long time, so he had to say: "I want to go out, I want to go for a walk in the forest."

Even if it is tied to Hercules, at least the hope of escape is much greater.As for golden apples, three-headed dogs, etc., what's so special about it, he can get it too.

Hercules smiled: "Okay, I'll take you out soon, it's good. But, what will you give me in return?"

"I don't have anything special..." As soon as the words came out, Apollo understood the hint in his words, and immediately changed his words: "However, I don't really want to go out now, let's just stay here. "

Moreover, what kind of repayment is needed for such a trivial matter, this stingy guy.

"Yes," Hercules smiled, automatically ignoring his last sentence, "give yourself to me."

The God of Light didn't even have the right to say no, so he was thrown to the ground by this bastard.

What happened next... Well, let's not mention it.

Afterwards, he was so depressed that he wanted to bang his head against the stone wall.

Hercules, however, had a satisfied expression on his face, holding Apollo in his arms, stroking his hair once and for all, and moved his lips together, kissing here and biting there.

His mind was strangely peaceful.

For many years, there has never been peace.

Ever since he was cursed by Hera, he was always angry and crazy.His emotions were like a volcano, he couldn't control it at all, a little unsatisfaction was enough to turn into a violent storm.

Even when nothing happened, he felt restless, couldn't even sleep well, and had nightmares.

Because of this, he likes to use killing and blood to relieve his emotions.

But now, he actually felt calm and comfortable, which was an unprecedented miracle.Sure enough, is intimacy with a loved one more soothing to the heart than killing itself?

Hercules smiled lowly, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

"Do you like it? Do you like to make out with me?" Hercules asked, rubbing his chin against his hair.

Of course not.

Apollo thought from the bottom of his heart, but after thinking about what happened yesterday, he swallowed the words wisely.

A hero doesn't suffer from immediate disadvantages, I won't fight hard with you, he thought.

Hercules did not wait for his answer, and asked again.

Apollo looked at his face, it was quite normal, but the clouds between his brows had gradually gathered, he knew that it would not do to deal with it coldly, this kid was not a good look when he got angry, so he had to grit his teeth and speak bluntly Say: "Like it."

When he said this, his conscience ached.

Unexpectedly, such a reluctant answer made Hercules' whole face glow.

"I knew you liked it." He laughed, stood up, and hugged Apollo in circles, making him dizzy, so he had no choice but to lean weakly on his shoulder, cursing secretly in his heart.

After Hercules finished circling, he said proudly: "Since you like it so much, let's do it again, no, twice."

Apollo: "..."

He no longer knew what expression and language he should use to face this damn guy.

This time, Hercules did not insist on waiting for his answer, but said with a smile: "Just kidding. Look at you, you are seriously injured, and you haven't eaten much. How can you have strength. Even if you have to do it a few more times, you can We have to wait until your injury heals."

Apollo let out a breath and gave him a sleepy look.

Well, although he had very little conscience left, he still had some.

Hercules put him on the lion's fur, and came out humming again. At the entrance of the cave, he opened a bag, rummaging for something, and it made a tinkling sound.

But Apollo soon found out, for he came back with a dagger in his hand.

The God of Light forced himself back a bit, with a look of surprise, what did he want to do?Do you bleed yourself?

Thinking of his blood-sucking behavior yesterday, Apollo felt bad all over.

Although he is a god, he will not die, but he will suffer.

However, no matter how many opinions he had in his heart, he dared not say a word.This kid doesn't play cards according to common sense, who knows which words will provoke him.

Hercules smiled and slumped on one knee beside him, took one of his hands, turned the dagger upside down, and put the hilt in his palm.

Apollo was forced to hold it, guessing, who is he going to stab?

Hercules didn't give him time to think, but wrapped his hand with his own hand, held the dagger, and then pointed the sharp point of the sword at his shoulder. With a sound, the tip of the sword sank deeply into his muscles, and bright red blood flowed out immediately.

Apollo froze.

The way of thinking of a lunatic is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

No, he shouldn't be in a crazy state right now, well, the child born in three days and three nights is really extraordinary.

He had given up any hope of understanding the man's actions.

But this time he didn't need to guess, Hercules began to explain on his own initiative.

"I hurt you yesterday," he said, with cold sweat dripping from the pain on his face, but he smiled more happily. "Can I pay you back today? Don't be angry with me again."

Apollo: "..."

It's true that I really want to stab you, but this kind of thing must be done with one's own strength, so that there will be a sense of accomplishment.As it is now, there is no pleasure in revenge, okay?

The expression on his face was very complicated.

Hercules didn't keep him silent all the time, but asked several times in succession whether he was okay or not.

Apollo had to answer against his will: "Okay."

He immediately smiled, pulled out the dagger, ignored the bloody wound, picked up Apollo, walked outside the cave, threw him high into the air, and then caught him gently. Just like adults tease children.

As an adult man, Apollo said that his personality and dignity were greatly insulted.