Ye Gods: The Myth of Erotiki Ormi

Time and Tide wait for no mortal, so our noble, bronze skinned youth sweeps Persephone off her dainty sandled feet and strides towards the town
sweeping her face and arms and gauzy covered breasts with his sensuous lips and butterfly kisses. She rides in his arms light as a feather. and feeling the pointed tip of his colossal erection prodding her bottom with each step.

"Ummmm...Posey aren't we a little public for all this." She nods towards the crowd that has begun to gather outside the City walls at their approach.

"Well they need to see a divinity helping a mortal, so no point in running in a cave or anything."

He stopped.
"Ok this is close enough."
The sand was soft and warm, the sun shone sensuously down on them.

Poseidon dropped down on his knees and slid his hands up the legth of her long smooth legs, all the way to her hips, her thin chiton rose up along his forearms.
He took a moment to eye the soft curling, down between her legs with the suggestion of a beckoning pinkness and then leaning forward he buried his face in her sex.

"OOHHHHHHH...Posey!
Listen they are applauding!"
 
Hera

Hera lost her disguise in the flash of an eye. The innocent facade crumbled and the hellion of Olympus emerged. She raised her hand and slapped Hercules across the face as fast as a viper strike. Her voice when she spoke could have put the Furies to shame:

"Apologize to a mortal! Never! I would not apologize to a mortal if Zeus himself declared it. Did you not hear Aphrodite? Are you an imbecile? Can you not see what is going on!? This island is the last place in Greece not to have a patron god or goddess. Everyone of them wants it. A contest is being held to determine who the lucky deity will be. Each god must present gifts to the people of Erotiki Ormi. The nature of the gifts... Sex. Not the kind they have around this backward little island, but the kind we have on Olympus. Now, Hercules being that you are half-mortal, you are eligible for the contest. Do you or do you not want to receive my gift?"

The euphemism was lost on him.

"Do you want to fuck?"

The volume of Hera's voice had not lessened and the words echoed throughout the island.
 
The priestess captivated me in the way that mortal women always did. Maybe because I was married to Hera, I could never resist a vulnerable beauty. I moved closer, holding her gaze with my own.

"Asahi, do you know who I am?"

I had reached the little priestess and I pulled her to mine. The warmth of her his body pressed into mine.

"No, I-" Asahi started to say.

I gently released her and waved my right arm. The ceiling of the high temple changed, becoming the royal blue of the twilight. One by one stars began to twinkle until it looked like we were standing under a night sky, a blanket of stars above us.

I watched Asahi's face. The look of wonder that took hold of her features was more beautiful than my little trick. Her soft lips had formed a little 'o'. I could not resist. I kissed Asahi ever so gently, my lips barely brushing hers.

I asked her again, "Do you know who I am?"
 
Ares

The time for sword training was at an end. Ares moved quietly, yet purposefully from his training area, towards the courtyards. He dismissed a quick thought to return to his domus and roust up one of his serving wenches. He needed a good conquest, one that would light the fire of the God of War. Nothing else would satisfy him.
 
Hercules

Ahh... now I knew what was going on. I started to laugh a bit, "oh, I get it now, this island is having a huge orgy to determine which god shall rule over this island. Why didn't you say so in the first place". I playfully slapped my mom on the shoulder, "I'm proud of you mom, you found a non-violent way to do things, and I have always wanted to fuck you anyways". I quickly embrace Hera in a passionate kiss.

ooc: not as innocent as he first started out as, eh?
 
Xena

OOC: Would love to play with Ares.

Xena woke slowly, stretching her tired muscles and are her head back. She gathers her armour and starts remembering about the time that Ares gave it to her. She had just finished her battle in Athens and Ares had appeared behind her, kissed her neck and given her the armour. He had whispered something about her being his warrior princess and that she belonged to him. Xena walks into the village... nothing suspicious going on yet. SHe mused. Just at that moment Xena's attention was drawn to a figure emerging not far away.
 
Mirakus

"Lots of dust."

He turned, a sarcastic retort half-formed in his mind. Then all thought seemed to scatter as Mirakus beheld the Woman. Her hair could have been spun from the embers themselves, its golden red moving with a life of its own. And such eyes! Wide and luminous, seeming to gather and scatter all colors as she blinked. Skin as porcelain, a flawless and smooth throat and... he started to smile. Surely she could not have intended to display that much of her beauty!

"Please, feel free to examine anything that catches your fancy," she said with a look of embarassment, covering herself as she moved towards another customer.

Mirakus watched her move away, mesmerized as she spoke with the other man. Why had he never seen her before? What was one as high-bred as this doing in a common street stall? Although the stall was anything but common. By the gods, it could have been a room in her house...

He blinked. By the gods? Hestia's Home and Hearth? He turned and slowly walked through the shop, looking at but not seeing her wares despite their beauty. He half-listened to the would-be lover pouring out his plight, noting out of the corner of his eye her movements. Could such a thing be possible, he wondered? Would I know a goddess if I saw one?

She approached him again, offering a tray of wine and delicacies. As she raised the tray, her chiton slipped again. Mirakus' mouth dropped slightly as the soft form of her breast was exposed, gently curving up from her ribs in a delicate expression of... woman. Would that I could immortalize her... Then the irony of that struck at the same time that she spoke, "Honeycakes?"

He tried to hide his laughter and succeeded, but at the cost of a badly suppressed smile behind his hand. What manner of goddess was this? Mirakus said "Thank you" in a slightly strained voice, and poured himself a cup of wine. He glanced at the other man, still sitting miserably, and said, "I'm not in a hurry. Please, tend to your customer. I will...look over your wares."
 
Artemis

As I was walking and thinking about what I could give to these Mortals I was also throwing sticks for my Sacred Hounds of The Hunt!

when I thought of what my gift would be trained Hounds to help these people when they go out to Hunt and to help watch over The Children!


Yes and I knew just the ones they will make exlaint Hunting Dogs and great babysitters as well for all of The Children!

I sit up a stall and have all of The Hunting Dogs there with me my Sign Say Artemis's Gentle Hunting Dogs & They will also Keep Track of your children!
 
I felt my body grow warm as he approached, and every nerve tensed, I wasn't sure who he was but... something... he had an aura of power...

'Asahi, do you know who I am?'

He pulled me closer and I choked down a lump in my throat, my lips quivering as I began to stutter,

"N... n... no..."

Then he stepped back, I was worried I'd offended him... but clearly I hadn't. He smiled slightly as he raised his hand in a grandiouse gesture. I couldn't figure out quite what he was intending to do, but then I noticed his eyes shift upwards and my own followed his gaze.

The temple was transformed, the cathedral celing a blanket of night, stars flickering.. it smelled as it did just before the rain fell.

My lower jaw went slack and my eyes widened in amazement. I probobally stood for a good minute in awe of the spectacular transformation. My throat went dry as I immediately recognized who it was before me, his lips soft on mine.

'Do you know who I am?'

Again I could not answer, but not because I did not know... rather in disbelief. The king of the gods... zeus, ruler of all I ever knew and more before me... in my temple... in my temple of Eros? I fell to my knees eyes downcast hands turned up in supplication.

"Oh my mighty lord, forgive me for not knowing..."

My slender and pale skin flushed a bit in shame and worry, I did not wish to see the wrath of the storm god.
 
Zeus

With beneficence, I took in the fragility of this priestess crouching before me. Auburn locks fell over her face, hiding her beauty. Her slight form trembled, no doubt from my presence. I crouched and hooked my finger underneath her chin.

"Look at me." I said as looked into her beautiful eyes. "Asahi, do not be frightened. I would never hurt you."

I stood, drawing her up as well.

"I wanted to hear you say my name, to here it spoken by an enchantress such as you." I stroked her hair gently as I spoke, feeling the silky smooth strands beneath my palm. She reminded me so of a frightened little bird and I did not want to scare her away.

"Say my name, Asahi. Say it, and I will crown you with stars."

Despite, her uncertainty, she found a small voice, "Zeus, god of the sky."

I smiled with pure pleasure, at the way my name rolled reverently off her tongue. In the blink of an eye, I wiggled my fingers and a dozen stars fell from the ceiling sky. They formed a circlet of glittering white diamonds, held together with the purest gold. I settled the coronet on her gleaming hair.

"Your beauty outshines the stellar fire, my dear Asahi."
 
I felt his touch on my chin and slowly raised up, my eyes meeting his... confusion, fear and reverance shining in the darkness of them.... He knew me... He knew my name even... an unsubstancial priestess of Eros had somehow cought the eye of the most important celestial entity in the universe.

He stood his finger still on my chin. I found myself slowly rising up with him, standing slightly smaller than him, and feeling smaller.

"I wanted to hear you say my name, to here it spoken by an enchantress such as you."

I swallowed hard as I felt his hands run down through my long locks, Enchantress. I gazed lost in his eyes, his might... I couldn't speak as he continued.

"Say my name, Asahi. Say it, and I will crown you with stars."

My mind moved to the message whispered on the winds earlier... could this be what it had been... the great Zeus had chosen to bestow... whatever these gifts were to me. "Crown you with stars..." But why just me if it was for the town... But at his request I of course obeyed,

"You... are Zeus, ruler of the sky, storm god. God of Gods."

At his gentle and prideful smile I felt warm to the my very inner being. His approval caused such happiness I felt dizzy, like I could touch the sky... but instead the sky came to touch me. Stars fell down into his large hands, gently resting nuzzled in the cup of his palm.

They soon danced in my hair, my heart felt it had wings.

"I'm glad I please you M'lord, Zeus."

I tried to leave my hands at my side, but one felt it had to wander up, softly touching one of the celestial bodies, glistening in my hair. It was malleable it seemed, warm to the touch... velvety almost.... I quickly drew my hand downwards. My eyes locked on his questioningly. I finally found the courage to ask.

"What does m'lord wish of his servant?"
 
The kiss grew into an epic struggle. Hera's anger turned to passion and she fought to taste every inch of Hercules's mouth. She pressed her body into his, crushing her full breasts into the hardness of his expansive chest. It gratified the goddess to feel the growing response of Hercules. She would conquer him yet!

She pulled away and with a seductive smile, she said, "Hercules, darling, you have my permission to take me. Use this body as you will, for I know I have caused you ire in the past. Work out your agression on me."

Hera bowed. She actually got down on her knees before the half-mortal bane of her existance. The proud goddess was willing to do anyting to win the contest and the island.
 
Persephone

His lips felt warm, a warmpth she had not felt in some time. dispite her usual refraim, moans escaped her full crimson lips.

A hand ran down to gently stroke his hair. His lips and tounge made teasing swirls around her waiting sex, causeing moan after moan to escape her lips...
 
OOC: From what I remember of Morpheus (it has been a long time since I did anything on Greek Mythology) he's somewhat gothic looking, dark hair, sombre, pale. Stereotypical Goth look.

IC

Morpheus sat alone on Olympus, watching the other gods in their sport.

"Perhaps I should join in this little competition of Aphrodite's. It could prove interesting."

The sombre god pulled his long black hair out of his eyes and descended from the mountain. Appearing quietly on a remote part of the island, he looked around.

"A passable place, if rather plain." He frowned as he could feel the oppression of ideas, and dreams in this place. "I must make this place more open... Now, where could some mortal be?"

With that, he began to stalk the island, looking for someone to grant his 'Gift' to.
 
Ares

He saw her immediately, it was hard not to, her blazing eyes cut through the morning like two beacons. She was tall, for a mortal woman, and her dark, flowing hair seemed to shine with the light of day, reflecting off the battle armor she sported.
"Xena," he rumbled. "I wondered when I might find you."
 
Poseidon as a Mortal

Aware of the admiring glances of the citizens, Poseidon decided on a full course gamouching of pretty Persephone for starters.
Holding her steady with his hands cupped to the swell of her firm round ass, he began to tease the pink nub of her sex from it's hooded sanctuary.
Seph's fingers dug into his hair as he licked the little pearl and moved it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. She could see his muscular shoulders, sea wet, gleaming and below them the rapidly rising standard of his arousal.
She parted her legs slightly as his mouth began questing for a deeper harbor. He found the cleft of her mons and began probing into it, his firm hot tongue sliding up and down the length of her
slick, petal like lips...

Gods!...he puts Hades to shame!
 
Aketa....

The night was so deep. Hearing only the sounds of the night coming through the open window, I feel the days exhaustion taking over. It had been such a long day. My husband should have been here by now. He'd said to expect him but he had left our home. I had heard the sounds of his leaving. The door closing and the muffled sound of his steps out-side as he walked away. Unable to stay awake any longer I drifted into sleep unaware that as sleep over took me my hand had drifted downward...

Hephaestus :
I stand over her and watch her sleep. She is like me. Her features carry no really beauty but as my eyes sweep over this place she calls home I find much beauty to be admired. Again my eyes rest on her. Her long hair is fanned out. One hand resting above her head. In her restlessness, she has kicked off the coverlet . Her lower body is expose to my eyes. One leg is slightly bent. Her hand rests on the smooth skin found at the jucture of her thighs. Dewy moisture covers the tips of her finger. The smell of her sexuallity is like a heady perfume... aflaming the senses of a God. With a wave of my hand she is naked. Her breast exposed to my gaze. I was wrong...there is much beauty to be found in this woman. I can't stop myself from touching her. Lightly I run my hands over her body. Feeling. Molding. In her sleep she reacts. Shifting. Stretching.Tightening. I hear a soft moan as the rhythm of her breathing changes. In her sleep she reaches the pinnacle she denies herself when awake.

She is mine... Now I must decide on my gift....I must go back to my work shop......also I need help...Morpheus my friend...I need your help...show me how to enter her dreams....give me the gift of your poppies....
 
Hercules

I have been stressed out for way to long, and it was time I got what I deserved, a decent blow job. I looked deeply into my mother's eyes, "i geuss I could forgive you for what you tried to do to me. Perhaps a blow job can bury the hatchet between us". I pulled pants down, and waited for my mother's decision.
 
Xena

Xena looked wildly around her, sensing a familiar presence. Her eyes caught a glimpse of black leather and silver and she studied it more intently. Ares...she thought.
Walking towards the large and intimidating figure. Xena placed her brave bravado on and stared him straight in the eyes.
'What do you want Ares?'
 
Morpheus heard the voice calling him, and nodded to himself.

"I come."

His body wavered and coalesced into a thin, vertical cloud of black smoke and then vanished.

Moments later, he appeared on Olympus, and quickly travelled to Hephaestus's forge.

"You wish to enter a mortals dreams, Smith? Very well, I will aid you. However there will be two conditions. The first is that I will take you, every time you wish to enter. I will not give free reign of my kingdom. I will not disturb you, but I will be there. Secondly, I ask a favour, to be called in at any time. Consider the favour the price of my aid. Do you agree?"

The dark god watched Hephaestus silently, awaiting a response
 
Aphrodite

Carried by the grace of the east winds and gently cradled by the sea, I arrived..but in this the scales should not be tipped. In this contest I must be neutral and yet I so hate to be bored, If I must play then the goddes who has no origin will change her shell yet again. So with that a young maiden of dark hair and dark eyes washed upon the shore and smiled as she saw her homely visage, she didnt recognize herself and thus she introduced herself, "come Vero let us alight this shore."
 
Orpheus

The Gods had granted gentle Orpheus the gift of ignorance. And Orpheus walked out of Hades feeling only a hollow loss but now how or who the loss was for. He sat upon a tree stump and it seemed to straighten as he strummed his lyre, he sang a song of sorrow, of emptines and of love. It seemed to him that the flowers and birds mourned with him. Orpheus let the sun warm his heart as it warmed his skin and he sang along with the morning light.
 
Hera

Many wicked thoughts entered Hera's mind as Hercules unfurled his phallus before her eyes, all of them not very pleasant for this perpetual thorn in her side. She would act on them, but not now, not until after the contest.

Besides the man was a titan in his proportions. "I see that you take after your father, my dear." Hera said as she stroked the long piece of cockmeat presented before her. She felt him jump at the contact and it made Hera smile.

"Oh, you like that do you. You want me to suck you off right here in the open? I should have expected as much from an animal like you. Very well."

As she spoke, Hera stroked her warm hand up and down his long cock. It was not only longer than her forearm, Hercules's shaft was thick and powerful. She had to give him credit. "You are a mountain amongst men, Hercules. Truly a sight to behold."

She placed her warm lips reluctantly around the bulbous head of his prick, teasing it with her tongue. She lapped at the sensitive little slit, tasting the salty essence that had begun to ooze from it.

Hercules groaned and Hera smiled.

"My dear Hercules, I have only just begun. I will bring you to your knees before I let you cum."
 
Hercules

I tilted my head back as Hera began to work her magic. She licked the cockhead a bit, almost teasing my. I moaned as she did this. Her face was very pretty when she was sucking my cock. Pretty soon she had half of my cock in her god-like mouth. Damn she was good, she continued sucking, and licking as i just stared at her cock-sucking face. Every minute she seemed to take in a little more of my gargantuan cock.
 
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