Chapter 2

It all started when Marcus was traveling through New Alexandria, exploring the ancient ruins and soaking in the rich history of the land. One night, he stumbled upon a hidden cave and decided to explore it. As he ventured deeper into the cave, he heard a soft whispering sound that seemed to be calling out to him.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Marcus followed the sound until he reached a large chamber. There, he saw three women sitting on thrones, each one more beautiful than the last. It was then that Marcus realized he was in the presence of the three female fates: Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos.

Feeling a mix of fear and awe, Marcus bowed before them and asked if he could approach. The fates nodded, and Marcus cautiously made his way towards them.

‘Why have you come here, mortal?’ asked Clotho, the youngest of the three. “I heard your voices and I had to come and see who spoke those beautiful words”

Lachesis, the middle sister, smiled at him. ‘We have been watching you, Marcus. You have a strong spirit and a kind heart. We have a proposition for you.’

Atropos, the oldest and most serious of the sisters, spoke next. ‘We are in need of a husband, a companion to share our duties and our immortality. We have searched for centuries but have not found a worthy candidate. We believe you may be the one.’

Marcus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The fates were offering him the chance to become their husband, to share in their powers and immortality. But he knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

‘What do I have to do?’ he asked, his heart racing with excitement and fear.

The fates explained that he would have to pass a series of challenges, set by each of them, before he could become their husband.

If he succeeded, he would become the one and only male fate, equal in power and status to the three sisters.

Marcus knew this was his chance to prove himself, so he eagerly accepted the challenge. The first task was to retrieve the Golden Apple of Discord, which lay hidden deep within the heart of the forest. The second was to fetch the Crystal Orb of Prophecy from the top of Mount Olympus. And the third was to bring back the Wish-Giving Pearl from the depths of the Underworld.

Marcus set off on his quest immediately, determined to succeed no matter what obstacles lay ahead. He journeyed through treacherous mountains and dark caverns, fought off fierce creatures and overcame countless challenges. But with each step he took, he grew stronger and more confident.

Finally, after many long weeks, Marcus returned to the Fates with all three objects in hand. They were so impressed by his perseverance and determination that they granted him not just one wish, but three. Marcus wished for eternal youth, infinite wisdom, and the power to protect those he loved. The fates were impressed by Marcus’s courage and determination, and they declared him worthy of being their husband. With their blessing, Marcus was transformed into the fourth fate, the one and only male fate.

In the end, the Fates were impressed by his determination and his unwavering commitment to love. And so, they granted him his greatest desire: to marry all of them.

As time passed, our legend grew. People began to whisper of the One and Only Male Fate, the chosen hero who would lead them to salvation. My name became synonymous with hope and courage, and my visions became the stuff of legends.

But not everyone believed in my cause. Powerful forces opposed us, seeking to maintain the status quo and keep humanity trapped in their suffering. They ridiculed me as a madman, a foolish dreamer who thought he could change the course of history.

Marcus, the male fate, had always been known for his stoic and unwavering dedication to his work. He was the one who determined the course of human lives, shaping their destinies with precision and care. But despite his important role then he saw Mary.

She was a mortal woman, full of life and vitality, with a sparkle in her eye that captivated him from the moment they first crossed paths. Marcus couldn’t resist her charms, and soon found himself falling deeply in love with her.

As a fate, Marcus knew that he could never truly be with Mary, as it was not within his power to alter the course of human destiny. But he couldn’t help but try to find ways to be close to her, watching over her from afar and guiding her towards happiness whenever he could.

Despite the obstacles that stood in their way, As Marcus the male fate got to know Mary better, he found himself becoming increasingly fascinated by her unique blend of strength and vulnerability. Despite her tough exterior, she had a soft spot for those in need and a heart of gold.

One day, while out on a mission, Marcus and Mary were tasked with helping a group of villagers who were being terrorized by a band of ruthless bandits. As they fought side by side, Marcus noticed the way Mary’s eyes sparkled with determination and her fierce warrior spirit. He found himself captivated by her beauty and grace, and knew he had to get to know her better.

After the battle, as they sat by the campfire, Marcus asked Mary about her past and her motivations for fighting. She shared with him her story, of how she had lost her family to the bandits and was determined to protect others from suffering the same fate.

As they talked, Marcus realized that he had found not only a skilled warrior and ally, but also a kindred spirit and a potential love interest. He knew that he had to tread carefully, as Mary was a woman of great strength and independence, but he was determined to win her heart.

Over the next few weeks, Marcus and Mary spent more and more time together, fighting side by side and exploring the countryside. Marcus found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her, and he knew that he had to find a way to tell her how he felt.

One night, as they sat by the campfire, Marcus took a deep breath and confessed his feelings to Mary. To his surprise, she felt the same way, and they shared their first kiss under the stars.

Marcus, the male fate, stood before Mary’s room, his heart racing with anticipation. This was his first time seeing her unclothed, and he was awestruck by her beauty. Her large breasts, perfectly perked and topped with rosy nipples, drew his eyes in like a magnet. Her smooth, supple skin glowed in the dim light,

and her figure was nothing short of perfection. He could feel his manhood throbbing in his pants, longing to be set free and explore her lush curves.

As Marcus lay with Mary, his eyes traced the curves of her body, memorizing every dip and ridge. He had always been drawn to her, even in the most mundane of situations. But now, as they lay entwined in the sheets, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for her. She was perfect, and he was the luckiest man alive.

The night was young, and the stars were bright as Marcus led Mary to his bedroom. He shut the door behind them, not wanting to be disturbed as he intended to lose himself in her. His heart raced with anticipation, his hands trembling with excitement as he slowly undressed her. Every curve of her body was a masterpiece, every inch of skin a work of art. As he slipped off her dress, revealing her toned legs and curvaceous hips, her large breasts, he couldn’t help but marvel at the perfection before him.

He guided her to the bed, their bodies pressing together in a heat-filled embrace. His hands roamed over her soft, smooth skin, exploring every inch of hers. He cupped her breasts, feeling her hardened nipples against his palms. He leaned in, taking one into his mouth, sucking gently as he rolled it between his teeth. Mary arched her back, moaning softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Marcus moved lower, trailing kisses along her stomach before reaching his destination. He paused for a moment, looking up at her, his eyes dark with desire. With a gentle nudge, he urged her legs apart, revealing her wet, swollen folds. He leaned in, inhaling her scent as he placed a tender kiss on her inner thigh. He moved higher, kissing and licking his way up to her clit, teasing it with his tongue before circling it gently. Mary’s hips bucked off the bed, her moans growing louder.

His tongue delved deeper, flicking against her sensitive nub as he sucked gently. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. The muscles in her legs tensed, threatening to pull her away from the pleasure that coursed through her. Marcus knew just how to push her over the edge. He increased the pressure on her clit, sucking harder while his tongue continued its relentless motion. Her body tensed, her hips jerking violently as she cried out his name.

With one last, firm thrust of his tongue, Marcus felt her body convulse beneath him. Her juices flooded his mouth, a tangy, sweet nectar that he swallowed greedily. He raised his head, gazing up at her flushed face, her eyes glassy with pleasure. He smiled, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “You taste amazing,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

As Mary caught her breath, Marcus rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Her weight felt perfect, her soft curves pressed against his hardened length. He reached up, cupping her face in his hands as he looked into her eyes. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her hair falling over her shoulders as she lowered herself onto him. There was a moment of resistance as their bodies met, and then she gave a little gasp, sinking deeper. Marcus gripped her hips, feeling her tightness envelop him. She moved slowly at first, rocking her hips in a gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through both of them. Her breasts brushed against his chest, her nipples still hard from his attentions earlier.

She nodded, her hair falling over her shoulders as she lowered herself onto him. There was a moment of resistance as their bodies met, and then she gave a little gasp, sinking deeper. Marcus gripped her hips, feeling her tightness envelop him. She moved slowly at first, rocking her hips in a gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through both of them. Her breasts brushed against his chest, her nipples still hard from his attentions earlier.

As they found their pace, Mary leaned forward, her weight resting on Marcus’s shoulders. He arched his back, meeting her thrusts with his own, their skin slapping together in a sensual symphony. He could feel her muscles tensing, preparing for another orgasm, and he knew he wasn’t far behind. The room spun around them, the world outside fading away as they lost themselves in each other.