Ye Gods: The Myth of Erotiki Ormi

[Honey_B]

Hera

Hera had lost sight of her brother-in-law although she knew he would be able to find her easily. These were his seas after all. She tread water, waiting for him to come and remembering.

There were few experiences worthy enough for a goddess to cherish. Making love to god of the sea in his own waters was one of them.

They had quite a past, Poseidon and she. He had saved her from the wrath of her husband countless times. Of course, he had gotten her into trouble once or twice. She remembered how he had released her from the bondage that was her punishment when she had been chained to Olympus. Often times, he had been her only friend.

The swelling sea surged around the goddess, insistent and embracing. He was coming. Hera felt the salt water grow warm like the caress of a man's hand. The water ebbed and flowed into the recesses of Hera's body. He was readying her for himself.

OOC: We are going to assume that any poison was excised from Hera's system when she retched after blowing Hercules.

 

[The_high_king]

Hercules

ooc: fine with me Hera. Just remember, Hercules is pretty hard to woo, and tease. You'll have to be straightforward with him.

ic: Hercules turned to see the same young women come into the tavern. Oh well. He went back to drinking his mug of ale.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Hestia

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Th_F93L.jpg
[COLOR=dark red]Hestia watched the sculptor remove his clothing and lower himself into the scented bath water. He is beautiful, she thought to herself as she moved closer.

A splash from the tub as Mirakus grabbed for a sponge soaked her chiton. The material clung to her body, making her feel self-conscious as his eyes seemed to caress her every curve.

Closer still, she knelt beside him and reached for the sponge in his hand. "Let me help you. Ohhh..." Hestia's voice was suddenly husky as her gaze fell on his erection. Her body betrayed her appearance of outward calm as her nipples began to harden and she felt stirrings deep within her. Feelings she had thought long forgotten. [/COLOR]

 

[cgraven]

Longjohnus

His body ached when awoke. The gray haze of day filter into his cave. The storm stilled howled defiance at him.. . Longjohnus howled back his at the storm. His sailors kilt hung low on his hips, bare to the waist, as was his fashion he gazed out on his little boat to see how she road out the storm. She was all right.

Lonjohnus was cold, wet and hungry. He drew out the flint and steel from his traveler's satchel. Collecting the dry twigs he found in the cave. He prepared
Tte tinder, struck a spark, caught it, coaxed it into flame.

The small fire spread it warmth through his cave. Prometheus thanks you for your gift. You where a man like myself, a toy of the gods like me.

Longjohnus drew forth his sheep's' skin and wrapped it around his shoulders. Now for some dried figs, a little wine. The smoke drifted out of his cave on the storm winds.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Euterpes 6th Muse "Giver of Pleasure"

*I'd been watching him for a while now, He'd hit the beach yesterday, and he was rugged. One of those older soldiers that should be able to really please a woman... I had to at least check him out, and perhaps Inspire him to give little pleasure himself... approaching his cave slowly, and knowing that isn't the place for me...seeing him struggle with the flame.. picking up a nearby twig.. blowing warm breath of fire onto the end..moving to stand just at the cave entrance, tossing it into the cave and laughing, then moving off to the open sand... should I have him on the sand? Or under the trees?*

*whispering out*
Come Play LongJohnus

 

[cgraven]

OOC: Sorry I'll be away until Friday. Must make money to support some of my vices

cgraven

IC: A flaming brand lands at my feet. Startled I roll away with the warrior reflects that I had so painful gained over the long years. The priced I had paid for them was high, loneliness, mistrust, the wandering ways of a sailor.

Longjohnus hears a sensual whispering "Come Play Longjohnus". It seductiveness draws him out into the ragging storm across the wind swept beach. On and on it leads him until at last he enters the unnatural calm of a secluded glade.

She is there the perfection of all his dreams. All those dreams down the long corridor of his troubled lonely life. She is there almost with in his reach.

Longjohnus is frozen in time afraid to move, to breath, lest the slightest of movements will shatter this dream, plunging him back to the living hell which passes for his life.

His hart beats faster could this be real?

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Euterpes 6th Muse Giver of Pleasure

*smiling and watching him, leading you into the glen, enjoying the feel of warm grass.. your poweful body enticing, your warm touch inviting to me.. smiling warmly and gazing happily into your eyes..leaning up to take your lips, presing against you, sighing softly, taking your hand in mine and laying down on the grass, softly whispering*

Play with me

*watching you smiling warmly, kissing down your body*
This won't hurt a bit

*moving aside my bodice, revealing naked breasts and hard nipples, rubbing them up and down your shaft, surrounding your shaft, leaning my head down and taking it in my mouth, plunging against you to the back of my throat, sucking hard and moving faster*

 

[cgraven]

Longjohnus stands there tittering between reality and fantasy. Could she be real?

This creature of beauty is smiling at me, watching me, leading me into the glen.

Can this gift of the gods be real, could it be for me?

She smiling warmly and gazing happily into my eyes.

This is paradise if it real, agony if a curl prank of fickle gods.

No, It is reality. She leans up to take my lips, presses against me.

The softness of that body is no dream. No mortal mind could conceive such perfection. Sighing softly takes my hand in hers and lying down on the grass, she softly draws me to her, whispering "Play with me"

This divine creature soft moist lip are kissing, down body. She breathes her warm breath caressing my gnarled worn body. She sighs "This won't hurt a bit"

Moving aside her bodice, she revealing the perfection naked breasts. The passion builds within in me like a ragging storm at sea.

Hard nipples, rubbing up and down my shaft, surrounding it, enticing it to life.

As if in dream beyond my wildest longings she leans her head slowly down, taking the throbbing pulsating symbol of my passion for her into her mouth plunging it against the back of my throat, sucking hard, moving faster. She encompasses in the warmth that is her mouth.

My body arches, my passion matching the fury of the storm that drove me to this blessed isle. No longer can I restrain the passion that demands release, fulfillment. It burst upon the back of that warm inviting cave which is her mouth. Its' force leaves me spent, weak, but a warm after glow warms my stony heart.

 

[faith]

Aketa....Aketa...

I hear the voice. It calls to me. It tempts me. I cannot refuse the lure. Where I once stood alone in an open field with the sun overhead, I now find myself on a hilltop with him. The forest acts as our walls. The moon and stars in the black velvet sky look down up on us. There he stands, one hand resting on the foot post of a bed that could only have been fashioned by the hand of a God. The other hand was raised, palm up beckoning me. With reluctance, I stepped forward. Coming closer to this man, only to realize this was no ordinary man. His lameness frightened me, but it was the power in his eyes that kept me moving. With each step my self-awareness becomes more acute. I realize for the fist time I am naked. Every nerve ending alive with the promise of what is to come. The moment before my hand touched his, I realized I stand in the presents of greatness. I stand in the presents of….

Hephaestus:
I watched as her eyes alit with recognition. Just as our hands join she sinks to her knees before me. Her head bowed in reverence. I had seen the fear in her eyes but I had also seen something else. Something unexpected: lust. It took no effort for me to lift her into my arms and place her on the bed. As she started to raise herself up. I use her training and knowledge to my advantage.

“In this place I’m everything to you. I am your friend. I am your lover. I am your confidant. I am your teacher. I am your God.”

She lay back, closing her eyes and opening herself to me…in everyway. I could hear her silent plea, “Touch me…Teach me…”

And so it begins

 

[Exosus]

The Dark God watched his friend begin his advances on the mortal then withdrew his gaze, retreating to his dream palace, where he sat, alone on a throne bleak enough to rival Hades own.

"What is this feeling inside of me, this emptiness?" He begged of the empty skies. "Could this be loneliness? It cannot be! For all eternity have I been selfsufficient, yet now, there is a hollow that cannot be filled by dreams...Ah, but why do I lament, none can hear, and if they could, they would reach for Hephaestus before me, and much as I love my friend, he is not the most attractive god. Ah me."

He settled his face in his hands and wept, his heart filled with the agony of centuries of loneliness.

 

[Basia]

Persephone

The stench of this place was almost as anoying and putrid as the glances she was getting from the patrons of the tavern. Had the world gone mad, or where all the males driven by the "life rod" rather than their own minds. Perhaps Promethus did not make man as...... well as Zeus thought.

 

[ariosto]

Poseidon

Poseidon released himself into the sea and like a strong fast current swirled ahead and surrounded the Queen of Heaven.
He could taste her as the salty water flowed into her private places and it excited him more than it ever had before.
Just short of the beach his wave overtook her in a froth of bursting seafoam. The Godess gasped as she felt something far more solid then water, invading her passage. She opened her far striding legs and encircled the hips of the Sea God.
Poseidon was anchored in the sand, his ocean spun up by the Nereids, formed a whirlpool of water all around which sheilded them from mortal eyes. He felt Hera's body tightening around him and they cycled into the cascading rhythym of heaven and sea. He thrust up into her and felt her hands digging deep into his back. He thrust again and her heels scored ruts in his tensed buttocks.

"Your still light as a feather Sweet Hera."
he smiled and sucked the seafoam from her breasts.

She squeezed around him and replied,
"And you are still my big old Swordfish."

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Euterpes 6th Muse Giver of Pleasure

*moving and sucking and plunging, your hand moved to encourage me, moving, driving against, rubbing your balls, enjoying your explosion, swallowing hard, and then licking you clean... giggling just a little, giving one last kiss to the head... moving up aside you, gazing into your eyes for just a moment... kissing your lips softly, pressing to you warmly*

I hope we get a chance to play again....

*laughing softly and moving away, dancing off, disappearing into the forest*

 

[Honey_B]

OOC: Psst... Destiny, read your messages

 

[captainb]

Mirakus

Mirakus' heart thumped hollowly at Hestia's gaze. She slowly took the sponge from his hand and dipped it into the water by his legs, then raised it to his shoulders. He hadn't been washed by another since he was a babe. It was comforting, but not in the way he remembered. This was a different intimacy, and his erection was unwavering as her hand rubbed the coarse sponge over his skin. She leaned and rubbed at his chest with an expert touch, as one who knows the ways of dirt removal better than anyone. What a wonder! he thought. To have a goddess attending me like a maid. It didn't seem right, and yet it felt natural, the way things should be.

Her hand slipped to his belly, carefully maneuvering between his firm stomach and the upright phallus that throbbed behind her slender hand. Her hair was loosened, reddish-blonde curls falling past her face, and a faint sheen of sweat touched her upper lip (heat from the bath, or...?). Her chiton, still damp, clung to her body. He had seen her breasts before, the soft pink nipples innocently bared. But now they pressed wetly against the thin material, obviously erect, gently bobbing with the movements of her arm. Such a feeling of closeness moved him, overwhelming his reason. His hand raised to touch her bare arm. Droplets of water trickled from his fingers to run down to her elbow. Her hand stopped, the sponge held high against his thigh, and she raised her eyes to his. Her pupils were large, her lips slightly parted.

"Forgive my passion," he whispered. "You are the ultimate vision of feminine. To see, to touch one such as you..." His hand slipped down the inside of her arm, the backs of his fingers grazing the curve of her breast. "You have shown me great favor by washing me. I know that no dirt would dare cling to you, yet...may I at least anoint you with these same scented waters?" The tub was large, yet he pulled up his legs to make room in hopeful welcome.

 

[TheNextLorelei]

Jocasta

The eighteen year old Jocasta is the daughter of a rich Erotikian merchant. When she's not dreaming her days away, she writes poetry. While her poems may be technically perfect, she lacks the experiences of life that would give her poems the fire that would make them great.

Jocasta is petite, with a delicate figure. Her dark hair has just a hint of curl and her dark eyes have the dreamy look of a born weaver of words.

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Sun - dapples hot.
The dew soaked leaf cringes,
Fearing and needing,
The touch of Apollo

Jocasta crumpled the sheet of papyrus in disgust. She sat in the shade of a laurel tree, surrounded by many discarded words. She leaned back on the trunk and closed her eyes, trying to dream of something meaningful to say.

 

[faith]

AAketa: God touchs a mortal....

Aketa:
Moaning softly, the tender touch of his hands and mouth was almost unbearable. He starts at my feet, caressing every inch of flesh. His tongue leaves a trail of fire in its wake. Slowly he pushed my legs wider apart. Softly biting the inside of my long silken thighs. With his callused fingers opening the petals of my woman's flesh to his gaze. He leans down and licks. Once…Twice…As he pulls away, I lift my hips in silent entreat. “Shhh…little one…” His hands move upward coming in to my breast. Slowly his fingers massage the satin flesh…occasionally grazing my nipples, but refusing to give them the pleasure they seek. His goal… to bring every nerve to screaming awareness…slowly his mouth and tongue caress the underside of my breast. No long able to stay still I bring my hand to his head. Guiding him, I bring his lips into contact with my nipple. His warm moist breath sending shivers spiraling down my body. His lips open drawing my pebbled hardness into the dark cavern. Suckling. Pulling. His hands are at work too. His fingers find the moist entrance. Running along the slit. Feeling the gathering dew. My clitoris unhooked so that even the lightest pressure causes pleasure so intense it boarders on pain.
Again and again,. I feel the storm gather with in me. Lightening and thunder. Wind and rain. How will I survive this?

“No more. ...Yes....Please …More…”

Hephaestus:
Her beauty lay before me, a feast of the senses as she awaits my pleasure. She expects nothing but wants everything. Her thoughts. I can hear them in the realm of her dreams. It’s as if she speaks directly to me. Maybe she does, heart to heart. Her need almost overwhelms me. For a moment I let her need wash over me. Again and again I will bring her to the brink when she thinks she can go no higher, then and only then I will show her heaven….

 

[lynn_bb]

Helena is the wife of a noble. 31 years old, her husband has lost interest in her and turned his attentions to younger women and slaves that he has purchased for their beauty. Helena endured this state for several years and in the process has become bitter and sexually straved. A tall, attractive woman with brunette hair down to the mid back and small, but well formed breasts, she is relatively inexperienced with sex other than with her husband who has not sexually touched her in several years. Finally in desperation she decides that she will seek help and thus the story starts.

Helena

Night had fallen and I walked to the end of the garden. I see a light in the slave quarters and I sigh as I know who's there and what is going on. "Damn Him" I almost scream, my fists clinched in rage at my husband. I turn quickly, my gown twirling as I turn and walk to the far end of the path. My rage grows as I look up at the sky through tear filled eyes and decide to call on the Gods for help.

I struggle with the words and then in a fit of frustration, as I think of my husband and whoever he's fucking, I ask the Gods to take me and submit me to everything sexually. Forcing my husband to watch as I am taken and used for their pleasure, as my body responds to what ever they do, making him realize that I'm a sexually being and that others, Gods and mortals both, find me attractive.

I sink to my knees and begin to sob when a voice calls my name. I look up, but do not see anybody and wonder if I'm hearing things. I hear the voice again calling my name, but this time it continues---

 

[The_high_king]

Hercules

Hercules turned around again to get a view of what was happening. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, laughing, and chatting. I then saw the exact same girl standing at the dorrway. She didn't seem to like this place, wait a minute, if she dosn't like this place, then why is she still here? hmm...

 

[Basia]

Persephone

The barkeep had this look to him, almost like a fatherly look. Bt the stench of this place was almost overwhelming. The sent of the dirty bodies, and their drinks was an overpowering aroma. One that no one should be exposed to for long streaches of time. Do any of these mortals believe in bathing?

The hero was looking towards her once more. He was trying to figure her out... Now would be the time...

Her bare feet softly closed the distance between Goddess and Hero.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Hestia

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Th_F93L.jpg
[COLOR=dark red]A flush spread over Hestia's body when Mirakus touched her breast, inviting her to join him. "Perhaps I could use some help with my... back," she murmured to herself as she stood, letting her chiton slip to the floor in graceful folds.

Hestia barely created a ripple lowering herself slowly into the tub, her back facing the sculptor. Emboldened by Hestia's seeming acquiescence, Mirakus took up the floating sponge and began to run it over her back. A breathy sigh of complete surrender to sensation escaped her lips as the fragrant water caressed every inch of her. [/COLOR]

 

[captainb]

Mirakus

Could he have imagined anything like this ever occuring? Not beyond his late night fantasies, now raw and unformed compared to this. Hestia's body was between his legs, his thighs touching her bare rump and his legs cupped under her knees. He squeezed the sponge, watching the water run over her smooth back. Her skin shimmered like gold against the dusky lights, and her hair, darker where the water touched it, touched delicately at his chest. He ran the sponge over her shoulders, hearing her sigh as the hot water poured over her body. He placed one hand on her back to steady her as he continued his washing, across her shoulder blades and down her back, her skin shining under his touch. Her body was very warm, and he softly kneaded her shoulder.

A gentle pull and Hestia settled back, leaning her body against Mirakus. He cupped her chin and raised it, bringing up the sponge to run over her throat. Her scent was everywhere, in her hair against his face, on her skin pressed against his skin... The sponge eased down her arm to her thigh, then across her belly. He didn't press too hard, not really believing that there was anything to scrub away. He just wanted to watch her, the slight pout of her lips and half-closed eyes. Looking down, he could see the twin curves of her breasts, nipples shiny from the bath, and her legs stretched before her. His lips moved softly against her ear, and he ventured a soft kiss on her lobe.

A shiver seemed to run through her, and her chin rose in response. He kissed her again on her neck, his free hand trailing lightly over her throat as the sponge slowly climbed over her nude form to the valley of her breasts. He knew she felt his erection solidly in her back, he could feel it throbbing with each beat of his heart. He moved the sponge oh-so-softly over a breast, grazing it over her nipple and she sighed again, a deeper sound almost like a purr. Her face half-turned to his, and he kissed her cheek, then leaned forward and touched her lips with his.

 

[The_high_king]

Hercules

I heard footsteps coming toward me, I turned again to see her. She seemed to walking towards me. Cic she have task for me? Was there a monster she wanted to warn me about? All would be known in due time.

 

[Basia]

Persephone has a drink.

She positioned herself mear inches awau from the Hero and looked to the Barkeep.

"Ale, if you will." was murmered from her lips.

 

[The_high_king]

Hercules

Oh, so she just wanted a drink, and I thought it was a big emergency to. What a fool I was. I suddenly laughed, then the girl looked to me, "whats so funny?", she asked. I stopped laughing, "oh, I'm sorry. I just thought of something funny from the past. Thats all". I took another gulp of my ale.