Ye Gods: The Myth of Erotiki Ormi

[polywog]

Pueur, the shepheard

My Goddess overwelms my senses. My hands still explore her skull, not directing her lips and tongue, just sensing her desire, divining her pleasure. I let her do as she wished. "Yes my Goddess, take me in your mouth, play your tune on my pipe"

Her hands roamed my chest, fingers weaving through the hair, closing on each other and pulling it. When she reached my nipples, my loneliness was discovered. Pinching them, she sparked my loin and I filled her with my creamy seed.

Oh, the tragedy of loneliness is it ensures itself. Grief abides. How can I make her stay with me? I have nothing left !

I turned my head away in shame of my poverty. Closing my eyes to the tears welling up in them, I wept.

My Goddess ceased her efforts, in time. I must at least thank her, I blinked and saw a small silver flute in the grass. I looked to her, but she did not rise. Her hands left my trembling body, I reached out to her in suplication. "I beg you..." But, she was only reaching for the hem of her garment, pulling it over her head, and then she was revealed, statuesque.

Almost amused, she smiled, arose, and I saw the golden fleece and I smelled fresh olives. I felt a new stirring in my loin. My eyes took in the sight not of a Goddess, no, for I knew who she was, now. A daughter of Zeus, yes, the muse, Euterpe!

Straddling my hips, eyes closed, her attention was only for my oaken crook. She mounted me and impaled herself. Wordlessly, but not soundlessly. Or was that the wind sighing and the morning breeze fluttering the leaves of yon forest trees.

"Oooohhhhhhhhh,...mmmmmmm,....OOHH!". She slid down my length, her weight supported by her hands on my chest her head thrown back eyes still closed. I carressed her breasts, her hips. Gripping her there, I felt her rocking me as I were a babe.

Leaning down, she searched out my lips and her tongue was a darting serpent in my mouth. She grasped my shoulders and we rolled over in the dewey green morning.

Once on top of her, I thrust with passion and she met my thrust with hunger. I do not know how long we lay that way, only that when I held her ankles, spreading her wide, I heard her welcoming song like a murmered lyric in a great marble hall.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Euterpes

*welcoming his thrusts with hunger, sighing, moving, moaning panting, arching into him, passion building, breath quickening, loosing myself releasing my flood of ecstacy. He reacts in kind and I feel his hot warmth enter like shooting stars, screaming out, enjoying the feel and panting softly as he comes down on my body.. kissing him deeply.. softly..moving and rolling out.. smiling and kissing him softly*

Mmmmmm that was enjoyable... I hope we get the chance to do that again....

*smiling and picking up my flute and my tunic and heading off into the forest in the rays of the morning light*

 

[Anakin20]

Ares

With a flash, Ares appeared close to Hera, a fire gleaming in his charcoal eyes.
"Did I hear someone say discipline? Do I need to become involved?" His voice rumbled and shook like an earthquake.

 

[polywog]

Pueur, the shepheard

In our fevered coupling, my muse's welcome song became a distant atonal carillon. I looked up from my muse's breast to the brightening sky, imagining we were witnessed from there. Only the clouds were there, ignoring us.

Euterpe urged me to attend to her glory, digging her bare heels into my buttocks. I shrugged back into my pace. I happily pretended the bells were in her belly. She was insistant, and would make me drive her and touch her profound depth, and I did.

Passionately, urgently, to her song's atonal direction, I plied her till the notes became harmonic. She gripped my hips and my staff, and her rapture spread from deep inside her to her trembling fingertips. Euterpe's hair was sown on the green grass like a halo, and I could only surrender to her. I issue my seed easily into my muse, to quench the fire in her belly.

I lay upon her and embraced her. Euterpe held me fast and rocked me. I kissed her, and loved her so well that when she arose, I felt no fear or greif.

Like a doe, she danced off, picking up her tunic and flute in stride. My last vision saw her arms aloft, soft cheeks bobbing in her lithe step, disappearing into the wood.

"Dance back into my life again, gay Euterpe."

 

[Honey_B]

Hera

Hera's palm made contact with Ares's cheek with the full force of a thunder clap.

"Lower your voice when you speak your mother."

She looked her wayward son over with intense scrutiny, her gaze scraping critically over his body.

"If there is any one who requires discipline, it is you."

 

[Anakin20]

Ares

Ares clutched his cheek as if he had been burnt. The stinging rebuke filled him with a boiling hatred.
"oho," Ares said softly but menacingly. "For once in your life, mother dear, you decide that I need discipline. I hope you don't think it will be you that administers it, do you?"
He licked his lips obscenely at the challenge.

 

[cgraven]

Longjohnus

Lonjohnus arises from his rock by the stream in the mindless peace that is for now his fate. There is a longing a call that he can't quite get a hold of.

Powerful images of the sea come to him. Then a need a longing that must be fulfilled takes hold and he turns his face to the east and the rising sun.

She is waiting for him. That he is sure of. But who and where? He beats his fist against his temples in a vain effort to dislodge that which he can not remember.

Who is she and where is she?

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Euterpes

*strolling thru the forest, playing my flute, and enjoying the song of the birds. Joining in a deer race for just a few yards, merrily skipping thru trees towards the bay. The warm soft air and salt spray of the ocean fading on the wind. Singing out to the various birds, and coming upon the warm waters of the bay. Climbing up on the rock, shedding my tunic, and my flute and diving into the water. Splashing and playing with the soft waves.*
O my sailor has gone off to sea to sea.
O my friend has gone off to sleep to sleep
And My sweet bosom waits for a new day
To bring a love back to me.
*Enjoying the warmth of the water, and swiming around the soft lapping waves*

 

[cgraven]

Longjohnus

His travels take him east into the rising sun. A distance songs calls to him. The soft sounds of waves upon the strand mixed with the haunting melodies of the flute. Each are separate, Yet combined, to match in rhythm and rhyme. Low the sea murmurs to him the words, they come softly to him.

O my sailor has gone off to sea to sea.
O my friend has gone off to sleep to sleep
And My sweet bosom waits for a new day
To bring a love back to me.

The sea breezes of the headland and the rolling sea bring fresh awareness to him. The sailor's eye returned catches the nubile form. With passions high he flies to her. As otters once at play to her side to play again. The warm seawater embraces him as her lips he kiss again.