Ye Gods: The Myth of Erotiki Ormi

Persephone... Can she hold a drink?

She looked towards the Mortal Hero, her eyes narrowing. She reguarded him cooly, yet she did not know what she could do with him. However, she was finding him attractive, almost to the point where she would have to act on her.. urges.
"Well," she murmered sudictivly "I do hope it was a pleasureable part of your past..."
 
Ares

After smacking the idle Xena on the ass, he hears a plea. Concentrating as to the mortal coil....he appears on the roof of a domus. A woman stands alone in the courtyard.
"Helena," he softly calls. His voice, however, booms to her ears.
"Your plea has reached me, mortal. How may I assist you?"
 
Evangeline

The night was endless, stifling and dark in my tightly confined quarters. I longed for a breath of wind to caress my cheeks. Digging my nails into the soft, downy pillow I let the tears of frustration stream down my cheeks. The comforter dampened as I let out a choking sob -- crying for my other life, my true identity.

Emotionally drained, clutching the tear stained linen to my chest, sleep finally overtook me. A dream came to me. It was an odd sensation, as if I were there merely to observe...for I found myself quite mute. Hestia, for it could only be this charming goddess of hearth and home who wore such a radiant smile it brightened even the darkest of hearts, was standing close to Piero. My Piero as I had come to think of him. Her lips formed words but the fell upon deaf ears, for no matter how I strained to hear her melodic speech it was not to befall these mortal ears.

The dream, although uninformative, was rich with colors and feelings..it comforted me in a way nothing except my mother's lullaby could have.
 
Hercules

I smiled, and turned to her, "actually no, it involved a gorgon, and a scorpion". She quickly went from happy face, to disgusted face.
 
Persephone... the... Gorgon...?

"Promoethous should have created neather" was all she uttered before she bowed her head. A long moment later she raised it, and looked back towards him, smileing brightly.

"Useless to dwell upon the past..."
 
Hercules

I laughed a bit, "well duh, everyone knows that". I shook my head as I took another sip of my ale, "so what is your name friend".
 
Again I hear the voice through my tears of frustration, "Helena, how may I help you." At last the Gods have heard my plea.

I tell him my sorrow, the fact that my husband never touches me anymore and goes instead to younger women and attractive slaves. How I want to experience passion again, to be taken and used in front of my husband to show him that I am attractive and that I can feel desire with others.

The words flow out through my tears. I want to experience things that people only whisper about. I want him to see me in the heat of passion in many ways and caused by many things, people, and Gods. I want to be used like no woman has ever been used before. My face is flushed as the words spill from my mouth until finally I can go no further. My last words are in a whisper, "Please, take me, make me feel desired again."
 
Persephone.... but a mortal's name...?

She hadn't thought of a name to call herself as when in this form.
"My name" she murmered thoughtfully.... "I am called Perosawa... And you are...?"
 
Hercules

I extended my hand for a handshake, "well then Peter Sadwa, I'm Hercules. Nice to meet you". I then had a thought, "so, where did a attractive young girl like you get the name Peter Sadwa". We're her parents jokers, or something. If anything her parents should have named her Persephone, yeah, theres a good name. Persephone.
 
Persephone

"My name is Perosawa, and I am honored that you would compair me to the great goddess, however, her name is not fitting for me."
 
Apollo

What was this? A poem on the wind? One that called for my touch? I was curious immediately, and descended to Earth.

There was the young Poetess, sitting beneath my tree, stymied. I considerd how I might help her, and how I would Aphrodite's contest.

A smile touched my lips. I knew.

For now, I would remain hidden. I touched my lyre, remaining invisible, but caused the sun to beat down on this forest hotter, even hotter, so that the cool brook before her would look ever more inviting.
 
Zeus

I grasped the perfection of her small white hand and kissed the exposed palm. Asahi started.

"Surprised that you are sensitive to my touch here," I said as a traced a small circle on her palm with my fingertip. "It seems this skin is exquisitely so." I ran my tongue in a slow copy of my finger's touch. Her gasp was evidence of her surprise and pleasure. I laid her hand gently on the silken folds of the bed.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I stroked her soft hair. Leaning down, I pressed my lips lightly against her forehead, moving errant strands of hair back as I traced with brushing kisses the lines of her innocent face.

"So beautiful..." So much trust, I could see it written on her features.

I touched her upturned mouth with mine, barely touching, moving with lingering intimate contact. The kiss stopped time for us both. The need to take her was building, but all my excited wanting was nothing compared to the awakening of this girl.

I stood and removed my clothing. Standing before her, I let the inexperienced girl look upon a male body, giving her time to study me. My erection stood out stiffly from my body, aching for release. Her eyes seemed drawn to it.

"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 eased my body next to hers, hard and full against her softness. The contact created a deep burning, a fire which a banked. I sensed the opening of her senses. Her breathing came in deep surges. I drew her closer, into my arms. Her body arched into mine. I pulled away just enough to see a startled look on her sweet face.

I smiled, "Relax and feel me, Asahi. Feel me with every part of your body."

OOC:
A note from my wife:
Read your messages, please.
 
Ares

The tale that reaches the god's ear is one of woe and despair. Many a wife hath pled to the gods, usually Hera or Hecate.
There was almost no noise as Ares alit from the roof and landed scant feet from her.
"Mortal," he said softly. "Your pleas have been heard and answered." Ares moved towards her. "Your husand is obviously lower than offal, for you are still desirable. You even stir the lust of gods."
He was close now, towering over her. Her soft scent of jasmine wafted to his nostrils. His hand reached out to cup a firm, yet soft breast.
 
A form appears before me and I tremble in fear as the figure of a man takes shape. I fall to my knees, my mind reeling before one of the Gods. I bow my head as he approaches until he is very close. I can smell the sweet fragrance of him as he speaks to me, "Mortal, your prayer has been heard and answered."

I feel his hand cup my left breast and my breathing becomes more rapid. His hand is almost hot to my skin as he gently molds his hand to fit. The warmth grows until my breast becomes wet with perspiration and my gown clings to mound, clearly outlining my nipple.

He stands there, his hand on my breast. My nipple is aflame with the heat of his touch and my body jerks as it reacts to the stimulation. He speaks again, asking me if I'm ready to live the experience my dreams.

My mind is confused, I've never been with anyone else, but my husband and my first thought is no, I don't want this. He smiles as if he knows my thoughts and says, " Great pleasures and experiences, some that you will have no choice about, some that you only dream about are waiting" The picture of my husband on top of some whore crosses my mind and anger takes the place of reason. I n a soft voice I say, "Take me to these pleasures and make me feel desired again."
 
Ares

There is a thin smile as she acquieces to her whims. Both of Ares' hands are filled with her breasts. He gently moves her back towards the wall of the domus and slips her gown from her shoulders, lightly rubbing the bare, alabaster shoulders.
He senses a slight protest from her, knowing the public nature of this location. Indeed, there are a couple way across the courtyard that could see this coupling if they faced this way.
But he ignores it and kneels. Blowing cool air along the length of her already dampening slit.
"Mortal, It has come time for you to be tasted by a god." He rumbled.
 
His other hand moves to my breast as he forces me back against the garden wall. I stand trembling as he slide the gown off my shoulder and runs his hands over the flesh of my neck and the slope of my breasts.

I cast my eyes over the area behind him and realize that we are exposed for anyone to see. I weakly try to push his hands away, but with a smile and a word, forces that I cannot see force my hands up and hold them there. The same happens to my legs, something unseen spreads them apart and holds me open to his gaze.

Helpless I watch as he kneels in front of me and I feel the cool breeze of his breath on my slit. Suddenly the breeze turns hot and my slit becomes wet and warm with his breath. I moan as the warmth touches my clitoris and struggle against the unseen forces holding my arms and legs. I moan in both fear and desire as I hear his voice, "Mortal, you are about to be tasted by a God."
 
Ares felt her tremble and touched her clit with his tongue. He flicked it lightly, eliciting another spasm.
"I will posess you, mortal. This is what you want, isn't it? To be taken in front of the gods and mortals?"
A finger slowly stroked the inner folds of her wet pussy, preparing to move inside her.
 
He moved his head to my vee, the closer he came the hotter my flesh felt, my body flooding my vagina until it felt like the juices were running down my legs. When the tip of his tounge touched the hardening nub my hips jerked like someone had hit me. The tongue almost burned my clit as it slide over the wet flesh as my head tossed from side to side in helplessness.

Torn between wanting his tongue and the morals that I had been taught, I find my body betraying me as my hips move slightly of their own accord with each stroke of his tongue. A finger joins my torment and rubs across the folds of my slit spreading the wetness over the entrance to my sex. I moan as I hear him say, "You wanted to be desired and what a God desires he takes."
 
Ares

Her moan signaled that he should go forward, so he lifted up and quickly dropped his toga from his powerful body. He lifted her up like she weighed but an ounce and lower her onto his turgid cock. The size of it seemed like it would not fit, but the heat of their encounter and the copious amounts of her own juices mingled to allow him to start penetration. His hands clasped her hips and held her, lowering her slowly. He pinned her back against the wall and lowered her, excruciatingly slowly onto his cock.
"yes, mortal." he hissed. "you wanted to be taken, didn't you?"
 
Hercules

"What!? Theres a goddess named Persephone? Theres something I didn't know. Hey, how did you know I was thinking about the name Persephone, I didn't even say that". I gave her a suspicious look.
 
I stand there, pinned to the wall by unseen forces as the God drops his toga. My mouth flies open as I see the erect cock pointing at me and I moan my protest as I feel the tip push against my stomach. Suddenly the forces release me as he grasps me by my hips and picks me up.

I weakly try to beat my fists against his massive chest as he postions me and slowly lowers my body. The first contact of the tip of his cock and my wet slit is overwhelming. The heat of his touch takes my breath away as I toss my head about, my hair streaming over his chest and shoulders. He penetrates my pussy with several inches of his cock and the heat of his contact against my sex causes my body to betray me. Even while moaning no, no I put my arms around his massive body and hang on as he lower me even further, his cock pushing deeper inside of me. The warmth has spread up through my stomach to my erect nipples and overwhelmed by the raw sexual nature of him, I lower my head and bite his shoulder. He laughs as he lowers me further and says, "You want to be taken, didn't you?"
 
Ares

He doesn't lower her all the way down his cock, for it is very long and she is verrrry tight. He looks into her eyes and says, "I can feel the pent up frustration in you, mortal. It oozes from you like the juices from this mortal pussy."
He begins a slow fucking motion into her.
 
Jocasta

Jocasta squinted as she looked up at the sun, searching for something profound to say. The glowing orb seemed to mock her, burning hotter and brighter. She tried to concentrate the feeling into words, but couldn't even manage that.

The laurel seemed to have stopped offering shade. She felt her skin glisten with a fine sheen of sweat. This was ridiculous. She wasn't getting any work done. All she could think about was how hot she was getting, baking in the sun and how wonderful the cool waters of the little stream looked.

On impulse, she scooted out from under the boughs of the tree and stood up. She flipped the loose end of her dove gray peplos over her shoulder and let it unwind from her body as she walked.

Nude, she dipped a toe into the dancing waters of the brook. Cool and delicious, she decided. Much too tempting to resist. She took one step then another, going deeper, letting the caressing current revive the hot skin of her legs. She bent to scoop handful after handful of water over the delicate swell of her breasts. She closed her eyes and sighed as the icy rivulets trickled down her sensitive flesh.
 
My lower lip and chest are wet with my perspiration as he lowers me further on his huge cock. I moan in forbidden need as the cock's contact with my pussy sends flashes of heat deep within me that almost border on pain.

Though my mind fights against giving myself to a stranger, even if he is a God, my body has it's needs and I moan as my passage is stretched more than I ever dreamed possible. I dig my nails into his shoulders and back as he begins to slowly fuck in and out of me. I can't believe the speed that my body has been pushed to the edge of an orgasm, even as the slowly sexual torment continues. My breathing becomes rapid as I feel the heat in my vagina increase and with a desperately loud voice say, "What are you doing to me!!!!!!!!!!!", as the need become almost too much.
 
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