Ye Gods: The Myth of Erotiki Ormi

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I have seen animals do it.
I've done it to animals.
I have seen my mother do it.
I have even seen my sister do it.
Never have I witnessed such an act of love. So beautiful is the lady. So handsome that man. They move together as notes, passionately played, mingle in the ether. These are not mortals! Mortals stink, and grunt their pleasures.
I know! I will keep my mother's sheep. And one day I will have a wife, who will bend over for me.
But never, it must be written, will I know love like this!
 
Persephone

"There is nothing to explain, M'Lord.... Not here, anyway. Please, let us find a place of solitude. There all shall be revealed."
 
Euterpes

*listening carefully to the woes of the sodier, watching the way you move, playing, swimming, diving, pressing against you, and pulling apart. Swimming, enjoying the river water, the moonlight, enjoying your warmth, your body, your passion. Laying on the rock, pressing pushing, driving each other to ecstacy. Resting on the rock, enjoying the moon's glow...letting you sleep.*

*Gazing around lazily in the evening light, looking at the rock, the river, the fall, looking for the man I saw before, watching us, smiling at the oldest pleasure. Smiling at the thoughts of pleasure that could be had. Sighing softly as it moves to a very late hour, gathering up my tunic quietly, grabbing my flute from beside him, gazing one more time at the strong powerful soldier resting in peace. Turning softly and making my way to my own home in the forest*
 
Mirakus

He knew he had died, if but for a moment. A veil had ripped and he had plunged into a world of color and sound and texture beyond his earthly experience. An endless moment, both bodies merging into a single infinite sensation that defied description; pleasure was too coarse a word.

Then...

A breath. Her breath on him. Her body against his. Their heartbeats slowing in sync. Mirakus lifted her chin and gazed deeply into her eyes. "Goddess... I am yours for as long as you will have me." Her answer was given in a kiss as she lowered her mouth to his once again.

They emerged from the bath, bodies glowing from the heat and their inner fire. Soft towels found their way into their hands and they slowly dried each other, swipes of the cloths punctuated by stolen kisses. His garment was clean as he dressed, although he did not stop to wonder at this. Then they stood, looking at each other. A smile crept over her face, and he felt almost bashful as he grinned back. With a laugh she took his hand and they swirled out the door. "Come Mirakus," she said. "We have business to attend to."
 
Aeson

I stepped off of the boat and surveyed my destination. It looked like a fairly normal island, but it would be as good a place as any to begin my journey. I turned around and hailed the captain of the ship, and told him I would remain ashore. It was my father's ship, a fabulously rich merchant from the mainland. I had grown up in a very closed environment, and even now knew very little about the world at large. At 20 years old, however, I decidided that the time had come to familiarize myself with what I had missed, not the least of which were girls. Of course, my father had hired many women to please me once I was of age, but I found no real pleasure in it. It just seemed like they were doing their job, and I was playing along. I had offered to please them only to be given looks of shock and confusion. The one thing that my father's money could not buy -emotion- was missing from my life. And so I struck out on a cargo vessel, going nowhere in particular to learn everything I could. I turned back to my new temporary home, and walked briskly down the road, wide eyed, and looking for an inn.

OOC: Aeson has almost no experience outside of high society, and is very naive. He is rather tall, with curly brown hair and hazel eyes.
 
Hercules

"Fine! I have rented room in this inn, we shall talk there". She followed me into the inn, and up the stairs. I entered my room, and beckoned her to sit on a chair. I pulled up a chair, facing her, "there, now we can talk".
 
Hestia

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[COLOR=dark red]Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, and her escort, Mirakus the Stone Cutter were soon well on their way to Mystrasi to help the young lovers, Evangeline and Piero. Evangeline was to be married against her will and Piero had contracted with the goddess cum matchmaker to help him win his beloved from the merchant she was intended for.

Hestia was 'business as usual' and her feather duster had been packed in a small bag that she carried at her waist. There was something slightly different about her now though... A rosy glow to her cheeks and a smile that almost never left her eyes or her lips.

Oh, and her chiton. Now when it slipped, it was Mirakus whose hand gently brushed against her to put it back in place.
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ooc; Sorry for the wait Celia, I had a very long and very tiring day...But I can bring in a post here..

IC:

*he still smirked.....obviously having some sort of gameplan in mind...*

You got it Toots.

*Suddenly, the shadows behind him...around him....ect....Began to take form...three shadowmen, Tall, very very dark, and handsome (for shadows at least..) Now surrounded her, hades in front, and them around*

You know...I was always wondering how pompus you were....No real reason to be. You inspire beauty and love and all that rot....yadda yadda yadda....But then I saw all of this..chaos...

*he seemed to revel in that word*

Uncertainty, lust, whatever. I saw the truth behind your...heh...Ego.....And I liked it....We're not all different.....Lording over the dead -does- have its advantages...for a small favor here or there...boost their names....While you guys take -sacrafices- of all sorts....Death is a sacrafice all its own, so for a bit of this or a little of that..welllll you get the idea...

*he chuckled and shrugged it off ,the shadows began to look a little restless*

In any case, scince you have challenged my ability to tempt...(and of course, he is the closest thing to a devil as you get in greek mythology..)

I think Im going to have to go full boar on you..

*the figures began to advance, flexing their muscles, and he bowed*

Shadows. they're all over....They can take any form.

*with a snap of his fingers, one became a young, just filling out lady, who flicked a tail like shadow at her...she could almost hear the echoing purrr...*

Any kind...any way...doubt me still? Fair enough.

*he nodded slowly, and advanced himself...his eyes began to glow softly..*

To someone who has almost seen it all, I can really understand that..

((Just a small question, as I want to make certain im not stepping on anyones toes...Am I doing this right?? Or should I quit while I still have a head? *l*)))
 
I felt his hand encase mine in a tender grasp and I shivered suddenly, such a feeling, the softness of his skin against mine as he drug his finger idly in spiraling patterns over my tender palms. Never had a touch felt so soft... and so comforting, so warm.

He bent down a soft wetness traced the soft pattern his finger had left. A gasp escaped my lips and I let my tounge run softly over my lips to wet them as I watched his body closed to mine. His caresses continued, each touch, each kiss leaving her in ecstacy, and with a craving for more... something that was missing. Her heart longed for him, as his lips graced her cheeks and lips the rest of her body ached for a touch.. a melding of their two frames.

'So beautiful...'

Her eyes followed him, every part of her being lost in this moment, she said nothing. There was nothing to be said... as their eyes met it all could be seen. The soft quiver of her lips, obvious to him that it was not fear or distrust.. but in anticipation of the pleasure she could feel he would bring.

I felt his lips on mine, I felt a strong desire take me but I didn't move, afraid to act, no. Not afraid. Cautious ... not wanting to do wrong... to do anything to jeoporidize this heavenly moment. Our lips meant, all thoughts escaped me, I held my breath and layed still. The soft breath from his nostrils on my cheek, his lips so warm pressed ever so gently against me, I barely felt him. A phantom kiss... but so real, so close.

He pulled back and my heart got cought in my throat, my body stiffened lightly not wanting him to go, needing him to stay. But he did not leave... he smiled softly a face that immediately set me at ease, calmed my soul and spirit.

His clothes dropped, in my eyes they seemed to fade from his body, pooling up around his ankles. He stood before me and my eyes eagerly devoured his frame. Strong broad shoulders, a large chest and well toned abdomen. But I was struck as I saw the large vestige of his manhood. Before him was a strong erection, The few pictures I'd seen in the scrolls during my schooling they had paled in comparison to what now stood before me. I felt a dampness grow between my thighs uncertain as to what it was I pressed them together a little tighter.

'There is so much I will teach you, Asahi. So much for you to discover this night. I will teach you the truth of your own body, and you will learn mine.'

I moved my hand to delicately rest on my left breast and forced my eyes to rise and meet his. As he approached I couldn't help but feel a tinge of worry, the monolith... could I stand the flames of Zeus' passion, tales had been told far and wide of his... lust.

He moved closer and lay on the soft sheets beside me. I rolled to the side and moved my hand to let it meander it's way over his strong pectorals. My breathing slowed and my eyes darted over his frame. Every sense opened up for me, I heard our heart beats, my heart felt like it would break out of my chest. The fingers of the soft heat that emited from the room massaging every inch of my ivory skin. His arms moved around me and I arched my back a little nervoulsy. He pulled away... I hoped I hadn't offended.

'Relax and feel me, Asahi. Feel me with every part of your body.;

I closed my eyes half way and smiled softly uncertain as I moved my arms to his waist, pressing tighter towards him, my breasts poking him lightly, the softness of my alabastar frame meeting his strong and bronzed.

I felt his caresses up the back, causing tinglings wherever he touched... I wanted more of him... to feel him completely. Tentively I pressed my body closer/tighter to his, my waist moving to press against his... His manhood pressed against my thigh and I stopped. I still felt it but was unable to get any closer... my mind exploded as I took in every sensation. My body was in flames... we were cought in a storm of awareness. Suddenly I felt how small I was... how meek and naive I must seem. I press my cheek against his chest, sharing our mutual warmth, I move a leg to bring it up against his thigh careful to avoid his manhood... I had a growing fear of it... but a growing want for it... in this paradox of emotion I felt an odd peace, knowing he would make this stop.. end my confusion and ignorance. I softly kissed his ear hoping to reciprocate some of the pleasure he'd given me...

"I am yours my king, please... teach me."
 
Hera

Hera screamed with delight as her body was overcome by Poseidon's chimerical spear. Her scream turned to a contented murmer as Amphitrite settled over her face. Hera lapped at the sea-green snatch of the nereid, but she had a little difficulty concentrating. Poseidon had lifted her legs onto his shoulders and now it felt like his turgid trident was piercing the very center of her being. She writhed and roiled beneath the oceanic couple.

The queen of the gods licked at Amphitrite's oyster, searching out the hidden pearl. Drawing the tiny organ into her mouth she sucked at the hardened little nub. Vaguely, Hera heard Amphitrite's shrieks of ecstasy. She sounded something like a dolphin in heat. Hera's face was flooded with the orgasmic tide of the nereid's juices. When the nereid calmed, she moved away so that Hera could concentrate on her magnificent husband.

It was like having a tidal wave wash over her body again and again. Poseidon's thrusts gathered strength and she moved her hips against him in opposition. The sweet agony of an impending orgasm began to build, fueling Hera's mind with need. She arched her back and bucked her hips against Poseidon's attack, deepening the sensations.
 
Apollo

Her mortal lips pressed against mine, burning with a passion usually reserved for priestesses who had dedicated their lives to Apollo, committing to an island monastery in the Aegean inhabited only by women who had married the God of the Sun. Not surprisingly it was called Apollyon,, his home.

She was different. Whether it was the pressure of her lips that was more intense, or whether it was the purity of her body and soul she pressed against him, was hard to tell.

Her naked beauty, plain to all, was indisputable. The way she shifted so against his body was a delight, and stirred his procreative organ, even against the dictates of Zeus, who had commanded the Twelve to stop fathering Gods.

But he could not help himself. He let the blanket he had gathered against his waist fall away, let his godhood show forth high and proud, nine inches long but half limp, fearsome sword...
 
Persephone

"I havbe been watching you for sometime, Hero." was her reply. She was chooseing her words carefully, for she knew of his hot temper, how the hero was so easly swayed to actions rather than words. "I must say I am impressed. The... desire to talk with, and... experence your... glory is tempting."
 
Hercules

I raised an eyebrow, "so thats why you came to me? All you wanted to do was talk? Why didn't you say so in the first place? I would love to chat with you". I laughed a bit, feeling a bit silly after thinking this was something serious.
 
Poseidon

Trite stood behind her adored green Lord and played with his nipples as she watched him roger the writhing Queen.
Hera wife of Zeus seemed to be enjoying her ravishment at her brother in laws hands (and other things)tremendously.
Her face still glistened with Amphitrite's love juices and her hands were fondling her incredible breasts, causing geysers of warm heavenly milk to erupt with each squeeze. Poseidons head was raised, mouth open to catch the ambrosia but his powerful hips were thrusting down...down, deep into the streaming loins of Hera.

His three pronged trident seemed bent on reaching every secret place within her body. The celestial vagina was the passage but Posey had allowed his triple headed snake free rein within her, one head twisting within the tunnel, another probing her womb and the third....OH GODS! the Third!
Hera bucked like Io stung by the flies as The sea God found that special place that only Olympian Goddess' possess. That place that when found makes a mortal orgasm seem as a burnt match to a raging bonfire!

The world spun in circles and the water around them frothed into a maelstrom!
Dimly she heard Amphitite crying...

"Give it to her! Give it to her big daddy. Show that stuck up bitch what a real GOD is like!"
 
Dream lover

The evening clouds blow accross the red sky.
I can see the bay tonight, twenty stadias away, a very clear night. No sails, the fishermen and merchants have tied up at their slips or just dragged ashore at high tide.

The moon has already risen, full and dull pink. The flock has settled down. I save this spot for when I'm tired. I should not have to chase any strays, for the grass is green and thick on this south face and also makes a good shephard's bed.

The gods must surely play with people. We are like toys, silly and filthy. I shudder at the thought of myself, soiled with ewe's estrus. I had bathed after witnessing the gods make love not to be worthy, but just that I would not feel so mean.

I lay in my bed of green grass, while the flock shuffle and bleat their "safe night" noises. I wrap my rough woolen cloak about me and close my eyes. I remember the goddess from this afternoon singing her song of love as I fall, falling into the arms of Morpheus.
 
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Aphrodite

"Oh no darling, we're very similar. I won't give into you, and you would never bow to me. Leaves us in quite a maze does it not?"

Aphrodite stared in admiration and amusement at Hades' collection of shadows.

"Wonderful artwork, quite skilled. I'm impressed I assure you." Aphrodite continued, "but I don't doubt your conjured little helpers could tempt me, they can take any form - and I'm not immune."

She stepped toward him, taking his hand and pulling it to her mouth she lightly kissed his palm.

"No, my sweet dark lover, I challenged you, not your imaginations"
 
Persephone

"Then, perhaps... we could do a bit more than just... talk." With that, she rose from the chair, and saundered over to him, her hips swaying too anf fro rather sujestivly. "Like I said, I want to experence your full glory."
 
Hercules

ooc: Hercules is quite the dummy isn't he?

ic: I laughed a bit again, "to experience my glory, you had to be there during the twelve tasks. How in Tartarus do you experience glory without winning anything?". I smiled a bit, and sat back. Persephone seemed to be getting a bit edgy.
 
*With a snap of his soft fingers the shadows left....And he chuckled at her gesture, with one deft hand he lifted her head, so that their eyes met quietly..*

Quite the Maze indeed.....

*his voice edged with amusement and intrest..as he gently guided her towards him, so that they nearly touched....nearly....Teasing her softly with the absence of a touch, he had a slightly amused grin on his face*

Well then...guess that means I've got my work cut out for me..

*He abruptly turned and kissed her fully on her lips...in a Darkly seductive way*
 
IC: Piero

He walks back into his room, shutting the balcony doors behind him. He sits down on bed and lays back.............dreaming again of her..............Evangeline.............

*Knock Knock*

A soft knocking on the door brings him out of his dream state..........he walks to the door and there is Hestia. At long last he thinks to himself......It seems like an eternity, this day has.
Standing behind her to the one side is a man. He looks closer............... 0-0 .............. It is the same man that was at the store the day before. He nods in acknowledgement to him as he lets them enter his abode. Please have a seat.
 
Jocasta

The movement of the falling cloth caught Jocasta's attention. She looked down.

"oh, I-I" she peeped.

A poetess at a loss for words. How tragically ironic.

The sight of his revealed sex unnerved her, frightened her really. She had no real understanding of sex beyond her observations of animals. Not knowing what to do, she struggled, trying to escape. Her eyes took on the appearance of a frightened doe as they widened in surprise. Her squirming against his body had seemed to make his mysterious organ grow larger.

"My lord, please do not hurt me."
 
Euterpes

*waking up softly, rising the first hint of light at the edge of the mountains. Smiling and welcoming Apollo on his ride, doing morning devotions to the Gods & Goddesses, walking softly thru the grass on my way to the river. Stopping at the edge of the field, admiring a healthy flock of sheep, turning to walk back towards the river, when something caught my eye. A pile of blankets on the ground. Bending down to look and seeing that it is a boy, a young man. Couldn't be older than 22. Smiling, leaning down to get a good look at him. Years of hard work, and manual labor have made him quite a strapping lad. Bending down and reaching out to move a lock of hair from his face.. smiling warmly at him. Enjoying the first rays of morning light shining on him. Admiring his handsome face, his strong jaw, his poweful body. Leaning down and kissing his irresistable innocent lips*
 
Hera

She was going to kill that briny little bitch. Nobody talked to Hera in that manner. But first, she was going to give the insolent Nereid's husband, the spawning of his life. Anger made her blood bubble over into wild lust.

Hera dug her fingernails into Poseidon's back, tearing away scales. Wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, she threw her weight against him. They tumbled over, landing the goddess on top of the surprised sea god. Hera sat up straight, looking every inch the queen of the gods. Her black hair was wild, flying about her head in a cloud. She clamped her dark vise around Poseidon's spearhead.

She fastened a stare on Amphitrite that shot sparks. The litte nereid slinked away.

Poseidon moaned and thrashed beneath her as Hera rode him. She rocked her hips back and forth, up and down, breathing raggedly until she was near the edge. She leaned over her brother-in-law and grasped his head with both hands. Hera plunged her tongue into his mouth just as she came.

Hera felt Poseidon explode into orgasm. She held him tightly to her as she kissed him, feeling the sea god fill her body with the salty essence of the sea.
 
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