The_high_king
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Hercules
Hercules sat there... eating. All alone... sigh.
Hercules sat there... eating. All alone... sigh.
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Ldy Tehari
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Euterpes
*sitting up on the rock, wrapping my leggs around your waist planting little kisses along your neck, releasing your waist softly, reclining back as you explore my breasts, sighing out and moaning, arching my body to you, nipples hard as pebbles under your ministrations. Laying my back on the rock in a sigh, enjoying the feel of your rugged beard on my skin, thighs quivering under your touch, gazing up in passion enjoying the smell of the water, the look of the rocks, the man, the sun, the warm air... the man?*
OOOoooooooooooo
*I feel your warm soft toungue finds my hidden treasures, closing my eyes, gasping loudly, sinking into passion opening my leggs wider and arching to your body, reaching down and running my fingers thru your hair, soft moans escape my lips, body wanton for more, guiding you to those sweet secret spots. Preassing, puhing, moaning, gasping, grinding against you til beautiful ecstacy quivers from my body, crying out*
AAaaiiiieeeeeeee
*softly panting, releasing your hair from my fingers, guiding you up, pulling you to lay atop me, sighing and kissing your chest*
Fill me with your passion
*sitting up on the rock, wrapping my leggs around your waist planting little kisses along your neck, releasing your waist softly, reclining back as you explore my breasts, sighing out and moaning, arching my body to you, nipples hard as pebbles under your ministrations. Laying my back on the rock in a sigh, enjoying the feel of your rugged beard on my skin, thighs quivering under your touch, gazing up in passion enjoying the smell of the water, the look of the rocks, the man, the sun, the warm air... the man?*
OOOoooooooooooo
*I feel your warm soft toungue finds my hidden treasures, closing my eyes, gasping loudly, sinking into passion opening my leggs wider and arching to your body, reaching down and running my fingers thru your hair, soft moans escape my lips, body wanton for more, guiding you to those sweet secret spots. Preassing, puhing, moaning, gasping, grinding against you til beautiful ecstacy quivers from my body, crying out*
AAaaiiiieeeeeeee
*softly panting, releasing your hair from my fingers, guiding you up, pulling you to lay atop me, sighing and kissing your chest*
Fill me with your passion
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Longjohnus
Euterpes responds to my touch. she sighs " OOOoooooooooooo"
Her silken, demanding, legs enfold me pressing me into her passion. Her sent, the soft moistness of her secret garden, enflame me and intoxicates me, at the same time. Euterpes' body arches to meet my deeply probing tongue. There is wantonness to her as her fingers entwine my hair in her gentle but demanding grasp. Horace moans of pleasure escape her lips, in breathless whispers. In ecstasy, Euterpes cry's out " AAaaiiiieeeeeeee" Her passion baths my face.
Euterpes, lays there panting, her passion consumes us both. I am like a ship on the storm tossed sea, a drift, blown along, at the mercies of the passion that howls about me. She draws me to her. I lay upon her. The pebbles of her nipples cut into my chest. She "sighhhhhhh....? kisses my chest.
The wanton lust tinges her voice " Fill me with your passion"
My shaft as stout as any mast, forges into her secret garden. Our rhythm rivals the storm tossed passions that engulf us. Euterpes' body tenses holding my forging mast deep with in her. The muscles of her secret garden clamp down on that mast, it brings pain, then joy. I rush on, driven by our mutual passion. Our climax intertwines, as we reach fulfillment together.
Euterpes responds to my touch. she sighs " OOOoooooooooooo"
Her silken, demanding, legs enfold me pressing me into her passion. Her sent, the soft moistness of her secret garden, enflame me and intoxicates me, at the same time. Euterpes' body arches to meet my deeply probing tongue. There is wantonness to her as her fingers entwine my hair in her gentle but demanding grasp. Horace moans of pleasure escape her lips, in breathless whispers. In ecstasy, Euterpes cry's out " AAaaiiiieeeeeeee" Her passion baths my face.
Euterpes, lays there panting, her passion consumes us both. I am like a ship on the storm tossed sea, a drift, blown along, at the mercies of the passion that howls about me. She draws me to her. I lay upon her. The pebbles of her nipples cut into my chest. She "sighhhhhhh....? kisses my chest.
The wanton lust tinges her voice " Fill me with your passion"
My shaft as stout as any mast, forges into her secret garden. Our rhythm rivals the storm tossed passions that engulf us. Euterpes' body tenses holding my forging mast deep with in her. The muscles of her secret garden clamp down on that mast, it brings pain, then joy. I rush on, driven by our mutual passion. Our climax intertwines, as we reach fulfillment together.
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Mirakus
All was sound and sense and scents as the water swirled about them. Mirakus was lost, time had stopped, each heartbeat of passion was a single moment, captured forever in his memory. Her hands flowed over his body, holding him, gripping him, pulling at him. He sought her in return, skin smooth as silk, softly yielding, sublimely responsive. She caressed his cock, his penis, his erection. A grunt escaped him as her fingers rolled upwards, his cock jumping in her hand. So close, he was so close to release and he could not help the involuntary throbs in her hand. Her thumb found the milky liquid that flowed from him and rubbed it over his sensitive, swollen glans. She was atop him, her face hovering over his, eyes half shut, lips parted and swollen, sweat and wet hair trickling over her face. Her nipples grazed his chest as she swayed, and he trembled with desire. Mirakus knew he needed her. No one else in or under heaven existed but them, and he needed her, wanted her, and could see his lust, his craving reflected in her. He had no choice. Nothing could stop them.
He pulled her hips forward, and her hand guided him between her legs. She placed him at the entrance to her sex, her flesh opening and swallowing the tip of him. For a moment he held her aloft, her hand rubbing him around her entrance, pleasuring herself with him, feeling his width opening her.
"Hestia," he said. Her eyes focused on his and he pulled her hips down, his mouth dropping open as fire enveloped him, her molten essence coating his prick as it sank completely inside her until their crotches ground tight against each other. A helpless look of ecstacy washed over her face, and her eyes closed again as she cried out and clutched him. He gripped her ass and held tight, throbbing heavily inside her belly. Her muscles spasmed around his cock as her hips bucked hard, then her head rested on his shoulder with a sigh. He held her for a moment, then lifted her hips until they were half separated and pulled her down again hard. This time it was Hestia who raised up and lowered herself on his raging cock. He cupped her breasts and brought one to his mouth, and she held his head close as he suckled at her and her body continued to rise and fall, taking him with abandonment.
All was sound and sense and scents as the water swirled about them. Mirakus was lost, time had stopped, each heartbeat of passion was a single moment, captured forever in his memory. Her hands flowed over his body, holding him, gripping him, pulling at him. He sought her in return, skin smooth as silk, softly yielding, sublimely responsive. She caressed his cock, his penis, his erection. A grunt escaped him as her fingers rolled upwards, his cock jumping in her hand. So close, he was so close to release and he could not help the involuntary throbs in her hand. Her thumb found the milky liquid that flowed from him and rubbed it over his sensitive, swollen glans. She was atop him, her face hovering over his, eyes half shut, lips parted and swollen, sweat and wet hair trickling over her face. Her nipples grazed his chest as she swayed, and he trembled with desire. Mirakus knew he needed her. No one else in or under heaven existed but them, and he needed her, wanted her, and could see his lust, his craving reflected in her. He had no choice. Nothing could stop them.
He pulled her hips forward, and her hand guided him between her legs. She placed him at the entrance to her sex, her flesh opening and swallowing the tip of him. For a moment he held her aloft, her hand rubbing him around her entrance, pleasuring herself with him, feeling his width opening her.
"Hestia," he said. Her eyes focused on his and he pulled her hips down, his mouth dropping open as fire enveloped him, her molten essence coating his prick as it sank completely inside her until their crotches ground tight against each other. A helpless look of ecstacy washed over her face, and her eyes closed again as she cried out and clutched him. He gripped her ass and held tight, throbbing heavily inside her belly. Her muscles spasmed around his cock as her hips bucked hard, then her head rested on his shoulder with a sigh. He held her for a moment, then lifted her hips until they were half separated and pulled her down again hard. This time it was Hestia who raised up and lowered herself on his raging cock. He cupped her breasts and brought one to his mouth, and she held his head close as he suckled at her and her body continued to rise and fall, taking him with abandonment.
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Aphrodite
She walks, taking her favored form: a tall willowy youth with deep brown hair flowing softly to her backside, ice-blue eyes and a smooth, curving body wrapped in a robe of simple white. Those eyes, sensual merely in their mystery, settled at last on the forlorn figure of Hercules. Her soft heart melted as she sensed his lonliness ...
Placing a hand on his shoulder, she leaned down to whisper in his ear "Too sad for such a man, how could I help you, Hercules?"
She walks, taking her favored form: a tall willowy youth with deep brown hair flowing softly to her backside, ice-blue eyes and a smooth, curving body wrapped in a robe of simple white. Those eyes, sensual merely in their mystery, settled at last on the forlorn figure of Hercules. Her soft heart melted as she sensed his lonliness ...
Placing a hand on his shoulder, she leaned down to whisper in his ear "Too sad for such a man, how could I help you, Hercules?"
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Hera
The ebb and flow Poseidon's thrusts made Hera's body respond and she cried out, only to have her mouth covered by the luscious lips of Amphitrite. The little green goddess caught Hera up under the arms and pulled her away from her husband. Poseidon wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled Hera back onto energetic eel, with a splash.
"Oh no, you don't!" Amphirtrite said playfully. "I want her!" She tried to wriggle Hera from his grasp.
Poseidon pulled hard on Hera's hips. She was sent crashing into the sea god's groin. Being caught in the middle of a struggle between husband and wife had never been so enjoyable. Hera's body responded to the confrontation with enthusiatic ecstasy. She was sure Poseidon had something to do with the caressing way that the water flowed over the throbbing nub of her clitoris, sending her into spirals of rapture.
The ebb and flow Poseidon's thrusts made Hera's body respond and she cried out, only to have her mouth covered by the luscious lips of Amphitrite. The little green goddess caught Hera up under the arms and pulled her away from her husband. Poseidon wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled Hera back onto energetic eel, with a splash.
"Oh no, you don't!" Amphirtrite said playfully. "I want her!" She tried to wriggle Hera from his grasp.
Poseidon pulled hard on Hera's hips. She was sent crashing into the sea god's groin. Being caught in the middle of a struggle between husband and wife had never been so enjoyable. Hera's body responded to the confrontation with enthusiatic ecstasy. She was sure Poseidon had something to do with the caressing way that the water flowed over the throbbing nub of her clitoris, sending her into spirals of rapture.
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Persephone
She had lingered there, by the door for a moment. She had half expected the hero to follow, and was sadly disapointed. However, re-entry in the tavern would not work now, so she mearly stood by the door and waited. If she could wait in hell, she could wait on earth too.
She had lingered there, by the door for a moment. She had half expected the hero to follow, and was sadly disapointed. However, re-entry in the tavern would not work now, so she mearly stood by the door and waited. If she could wait in hell, she could wait on earth too.
TheNextLorelei
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Jocasta
"Arise, poetess! Your Lord Apollo calls!"
Jocasta started with shock and her head sank beneath the surface of the water. She came up sputtering and coughing. Pushing her damps hair out of her face, she turned towards the bank.
The god of the sun stood holding his hand, outstretched towards her. Jocasta swallowed, unable to speak of move. It looked to be the god of the sun holding his hand out to her. If it was not Phoebus Apollo, he was the most perfect speciman of man she had even laid eyes upon. The divine definition of masculine beauty, stood before her. Jocosta rose, forgetting her nudity.
"God of the golden bow,
And of the golden lyre,
And of the golden hair,
And of the golden fire,
Charioteer
Of the patient year,
Where---where slept thine ire,
When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath,
Thy laurel, thy glory,
The light of thy story,
Or was I a worm---too low crawling for death?
O Delphic Apollo!*
"Do not take these humble words as poetry, only the sweet song of a girl awed by you presence, my lord."
Jocosta steeled her resolve and took up the god's hand as she walked back onto shore. She gasped and tried to pull her hand away. His touch suffused her entire body with a delicious warmth.
OOC: *Please accept my apology for using the words of Keats as Jocosta's. I'm not much of a poet.
"Arise, poetess! Your Lord Apollo calls!"
Jocasta started with shock and her head sank beneath the surface of the water. She came up sputtering and coughing. Pushing her damps hair out of her face, she turned towards the bank.
The god of the sun stood holding his hand, outstretched towards her. Jocasta swallowed, unable to speak of move. It looked to be the god of the sun holding his hand out to her. If it was not Phoebus Apollo, he was the most perfect speciman of man she had even laid eyes upon. The divine definition of masculine beauty, stood before her. Jocosta rose, forgetting her nudity.
"God of the golden bow,
And of the golden lyre,
And of the golden hair,
And of the golden fire,
Charioteer
Of the patient year,
Where---where slept thine ire,
When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath,
Thy laurel, thy glory,
The light of thy story,
Or was I a worm---too low crawling for death?
O Delphic Apollo!*
"Do not take these humble words as poetry, only the sweet song of a girl awed by you presence, my lord."
Jocosta steeled her resolve and took up the god's hand as she walked back onto shore. She gasped and tried to pull her hand away. His touch suffused her entire body with a delicious warmth.
OOC: *Please accept my apology for using the words of Keats as Jocosta's. I'm not much of a poet.
ariosto
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"There's no need to fight over her 'Trite'!"
Posey said, eyeing the way his nymph's hands were holding up the full wet rounded breasts of the Queen of Heaven. Two beads of milk still adorned her nipples.
Summoming the little water sprite that was creating such a turbulence on Hera's twitching pearl, he directed it to stiffen the waters beneath them and holding her waist, laid his sister-in-law back as though the sea were a water bed.
With a wink at his cosort, Poseidon mounted Hera and felt her warm thighs riding high up his back. The fluid medium cooperated by easing open her passage for the invasion of his great three pronged trident and gently washed Amphitrite up and over The Queens upturned face where the Nereid gently settled her dripping sex...
Posey said, eyeing the way his nymph's hands were holding up the full wet rounded breasts of the Queen of Heaven. Two beads of milk still adorned her nipples.
Summoming the little water sprite that was creating such a turbulence on Hera's twitching pearl, he directed it to stiffen the waters beneath them and holding her waist, laid his sister-in-law back as though the sea were a water bed.
With a wink at his cosort, Poseidon mounted Hera and felt her warm thighs riding high up his back. The fluid medium cooperated by easing open her passage for the invasion of his great three pronged trident and gently washed Amphitrite up and over The Queens upturned face where the Nereid gently settled her dripping sex...
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Hercules
I finished my food, so I decided to go outside for a breather. He opened the door, and saw her standing there, "well, I see your still here. Are you here to explain? Anything?"
I finished my food, so I decided to go outside for a breather. He opened the door, and saw her standing there, "well, I see your still here. Are you here to explain? Anything?"
polywog
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Pueur
OOC I think I am confused.
I probably did not read the thread carefully enough to place poor Pueur where I did.
My appologies.
Can I back him up? Is that done?
Let me say rather than discovering anyone on his lonely hillside, he is still alone.
IC
I hate sheep, they're stupid, and they smell. This sheep especially because she runs off at the drop of a hat, or the lift of a tunic for that matter.
OOC I think I am confused.
I probably did not read the thread carefully enough to place poor Pueur where I did.
My appologies.
Can I back him up? Is that done?
Let me say rather than discovering anyone on his lonely hillside, he is still alone.
IC
I hate sheep, they're stupid, and they smell. This sheep especially because she runs off at the drop of a hat, or the lift of a tunic for that matter.
Roland Gilliad
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ooc; Hey peeps. Honey has sort of Recruited me.
Name's Hades, Lord of the dead, hi howya doin?
*Stretches* So if anyone needs a god...^_~ Theres a girl out here with, Hey. My name on 'er. *Winks*
Name's Hades, Lord of the dead, hi howya doin?
*Stretches* So if anyone needs a god...^_~ Theres a girl out here with, Hey. My name on 'er. *Winks*
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Euterpes
*enjoying the feel of you filling me, driving, thrusting, pressing pushing me into ecstacy. Wrapping my arms around you, nails digging into your back, sighing and moaning out in passion. Wrapping my leggs around your waist, moving, pressing, arching towards you, soft crys of ecstacy escape my lips. Shivers running rampant, breath quickening, passion building, your driving commanding my body, giving into the quivers, crying out in passion as your explosion causes my own*
*sighing softly, basking in the afterglow of passion, moving gently out from under you, sighing and laying next to your side.. panting softly*
The moon is beautiful tonight
*giggling softly, picking up my flute and slipping back into the water, starting a light lithe tune that flowed like the water around me.*
*enjoying the feel of you filling me, driving, thrusting, pressing pushing me into ecstacy. Wrapping my arms around you, nails digging into your back, sighing and moaning out in passion. Wrapping my leggs around your waist, moving, pressing, arching towards you, soft crys of ecstacy escape my lips. Shivers running rampant, breath quickening, passion building, your driving commanding my body, giving into the quivers, crying out in passion as your explosion causes my own*
*sighing softly, basking in the afterglow of passion, moving gently out from under you, sighing and laying next to your side.. panting softly*
The moon is beautiful tonight
*giggling softly, picking up my flute and slipping back into the water, starting a light lithe tune that flowed like the water around me.*
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Lonjohnus
Euterpes' sighing and laying next to my side.. She is panting softly.. A laugh escapes her full moist lips.
Giggling softly, Euterpes picks up the flute and slips back into the water. It is a light, lithe, haunting tune that flows like the water around our rock, our Cupids' couch. It calls to the beast that still rages within me.
I pick up her discarded gossamer tunic. Slipping in to the water I swim to her side. I take the sodden tunic and bath Euterpes' finely sculptured back.
Euterpes' sighing and laying next to my side.. She is panting softly.. A laugh escapes her full moist lips.
Giggling softly, Euterpes picks up the flute and slips back into the water. It is a light, lithe, haunting tune that flows like the water around our rock, our Cupids' couch. It calls to the beast that still rages within me.
I pick up her discarded gossamer tunic. Slipping in to the water I swim to her side. I take the sodden tunic and bath Euterpes' finely sculptured back.
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Mistress Jorja
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Evangeline
OOC: Hades...why do I get the feeling your not as tough as you look? *Wicked grin*
The balcony, although reminding her a little of home, was all wrong. Squared off edges in the dainty architecture, too dark of a terra-cotta color to prove visually appealing, no plants or vines boiling over in a teeming mass of life. She paced like a caged animal, acting exactly how she felt. Life in the city was supposed to be grand and elegant, filled with splendor and riches, but how she yearned for the comforting churn of the ocean off the coast where she called home.
Her hair was rumpled from restless sleep, although mostly covered with a gray veil in which streaks of lavender and jade were woven. A simple yet daintily laced chiton was draped over her, and she clutched it tight as if it had some power that would shield her from the real world. Seeing the street performers plying their trade and merchants peddling their wares, her soliloquy of misery was broken by the colorful flashes of last night's dream.
Her heart cried out for Piero, although she feared her mortal lips would never have the chance to whisper his name in a loving embrace. Such overwhelming feelings must have tainted her, for far away in the crowd she could make out a figure of his budding youth and a countenance bearing wisdom far beyond the years of the jaunty stride.
If only....
OOC: Hades...why do I get the feeling your not as tough as you look? *Wicked grin*
The balcony, although reminding her a little of home, was all wrong. Squared off edges in the dainty architecture, too dark of a terra-cotta color to prove visually appealing, no plants or vines boiling over in a teeming mass of life. She paced like a caged animal, acting exactly how she felt. Life in the city was supposed to be grand and elegant, filled with splendor and riches, but how she yearned for the comforting churn of the ocean off the coast where she called home.
Her hair was rumpled from restless sleep, although mostly covered with a gray veil in which streaks of lavender and jade were woven. A simple yet daintily laced chiton was draped over her, and she clutched it tight as if it had some power that would shield her from the real world. Seeing the street performers plying their trade and merchants peddling their wares, her soliloquy of misery was broken by the colorful flashes of last night's dream.
Her heart cried out for Piero, although she feared her mortal lips would never have the chance to whisper his name in a loving embrace. Such overwhelming feelings must have tainted her, for far away in the crowd she could make out a figure of his budding youth and a countenance bearing wisdom far beyond the years of the jaunty stride.
If only....
celiaKitten
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Aphrodite
OOC: Eeek! sorry - interrupted ... I'll slink away in shame now ...
IC:
Aphrodite returns outdoors, to the welcoming cries of joyful revelers ... lifting her arms in the air she weeps with happiness that this day has brought so much pleasure ..
Could it really be? Hades, here?
Their eyes meet and exhange a world between. She floats to him, gliding with the breeze.
"Come out of your hovel for the festivities?"
OOC: Eeek! sorry - interrupted ... I'll slink away in shame now ...
IC:
Aphrodite returns outdoors, to the welcoming cries of joyful revelers ... lifting her arms in the air she weeps with happiness that this day has brought so much pleasure ..
Could it really be? Hades, here?
Their eyes meet and exhange a world between. She floats to him, gliding with the breeze.
"Come out of your hovel for the festivities?"
Roland Gilliad
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*The softest of Evil smirks flashed across his face*
Cant let you Sans-stiffs have all the fun now can I?
*he -glided- wherever he walked, very disturbingly might I add.*
Besides. I still need to make my public apperances. You know, spread a little chaos, a little mischeif, Get down, Get funky and what have you...
*His speech, always Un-orthadox, was a bit more refined today, but the cloud of darkness that always accompenied him brought with it a sort of Entropic sensuality....Very strange for the God of the Dead.*
But I do digress Aph. I knew you were into kinky things but I didnt think orgys were up your ally.
*he grinned slightly ferally. and lent back on a cloud of shadows*
-so- anyone here who you think can handle the darkest and deepest of deaths desires?
Cant let you Sans-stiffs have all the fun now can I?
*he -glided- wherever he walked, very disturbingly might I add.*
Besides. I still need to make my public apperances. You know, spread a little chaos, a little mischeif, Get down, Get funky and what have you...
*His speech, always Un-orthadox, was a bit more refined today, but the cloud of darkness that always accompenied him brought with it a sort of Entropic sensuality....Very strange for the God of the Dead.*
But I do digress Aph. I knew you were into kinky things but I didnt think orgys were up your ally.
*he grinned slightly ferally. and lent back on a cloud of shadows*
-so- anyone here who you think can handle the darkest and deepest of deaths desires?
Ldy Tehari
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Euterpes
*smiling softly and arching into your touch, enjoying the feel of the cool water on my skin, continueing playing and letting you rub down my body. Sighing softly..arching up my hips, offering my sweet rounded ass to you*
The water feels very good.. you should try it
*turning and splashing water at you playfully*
What brings you to the island?
*moving close, pressing my naked wet body to yours*
*smiling softly and arching into your touch, enjoying the feel of the cool water on my skin, continueing playing and letting you rub down my body. Sighing softly..arching up my hips, offering my sweet rounded ass to you*
The water feels very good.. you should try it
*turning and splashing water at you playfully*
What brings you to the island?
*moving close, pressing my naked wet body to yours*
Stirling
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Apollo
The nubile young woman, I could've mistaken her for one of the Nymphs that cavorted around Father Zeus' court, so beautiful was she. But there was more to her than that... yes, there, in the pretty blush, in the turning of the head, mortal emotions brought to bear, unlike the Nymphs, who knew no shame. Nor did Nymphs know of bravery, flighty little things they were, but this young Poetess was brave, holding her head up high, taking a deep breath, reeling off an entire verse as she stood half in the water, half out, the pool streaming away in rivulets down her sun-kissed skin.
"Do not take these humble words as poetry, only the sweet song of a girl awed by you presence, my lord," she concluded.
I'd met thousands of the finest mortals -- philosophers, kings, and heroes. Few had been as eloquent as she had just been, in the presence of divinity. Her steely resolve lasted until her hand touched mine, then the divine power must have overwhelmed her, for she tried to pull away.
"Be not afraid," I said, gathering her into my arms and planting a kiss on her brow, sheltering her bareness in strong arms. "You have a bravery and nobility that surpasses your years."
I lifted her chin up, until her eyes looked into mine. "But tell me Jocasta, young poetess. Those words were not your own, they are an old hymn my priests sing. We want to hear your words. That is why I am here. To be your inspiration."
With that I encircled in my arms again, kissed her again, softly, on the lips.
The nubile young woman, I could've mistaken her for one of the Nymphs that cavorted around Father Zeus' court, so beautiful was she. But there was more to her than that... yes, there, in the pretty blush, in the turning of the head, mortal emotions brought to bear, unlike the Nymphs, who knew no shame. Nor did Nymphs know of bravery, flighty little things they were, but this young Poetess was brave, holding her head up high, taking a deep breath, reeling off an entire verse as she stood half in the water, half out, the pool streaming away in rivulets down her sun-kissed skin.
"Do not take these humble words as poetry, only the sweet song of a girl awed by you presence, my lord," she concluded.
I'd met thousands of the finest mortals -- philosophers, kings, and heroes. Few had been as eloquent as she had just been, in the presence of divinity. Her steely resolve lasted until her hand touched mine, then the divine power must have overwhelmed her, for she tried to pull away.
"Be not afraid," I said, gathering her into my arms and planting a kiss on her brow, sheltering her bareness in strong arms. "You have a bravery and nobility that surpasses your years."
I lifted her chin up, until her eyes looked into mine. "But tell me Jocasta, young poetess. Those words were not your own, they are an old hymn my priests sing. We want to hear your words. That is why I am here. To be your inspiration."
With that I encircled in my arms again, kissed her again, softly, on the lips.
cgraven
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Longjohnus
As I bath Euterpes back she press her sweet rounded ass to me. Then sprint away like a water sprite just out reach.
She chooses "The water feels very good.. You should try it" Again she darts away, turning and splashing water at me playfully
"What brings you to the island?" Euterpes glides close now, pressing her naked, wet body to mine. My ardor rises and falls, mimicking her movements. She tantalizes, promises, flies away only to return. Is she a blessing or a curse?
My mind whirls as if caught in a vortex. I must concentrate on something or I shall become a blessed one of the gods, mocked and pitted by men.
Euterpes' question becomes my holding ground, my safe haven. I tell her of the fury of the storm that matched the desperation of my life, which drove me to these shores.
Playfully I lift Euterpes from the water. Water cascades from her delicate body washing away my desperation. Holding her close now we dive beneath the slivery surface that reflects the moon's glow. We frolic in the water as two young otters, enjoying each other's bodies and charms in pure innocents.
The years and frustration wash away as we fulfill each other. I rest upon the rock naked beneath the moons' light. She smiles down at me. I am at peace. They have taken the long years of pain and struggle from me. My mind flies to the silvery embrace of the moon.
My last rational thought is of Euterpes and my little boat resting upon the beach they mingle and become one to me. The gods have blessed me.
Let men mock me, curse me, pity me. I have been blessed and am at peace.
Euterpes has given me the greatest pleasure in all of Zeus's creation.
"Peace."
OOC: So my stay must end for a time. The real world calls. I will be gone untill the 14 th. Now Longjohnus must rest untill some godess takes' pity on him.
cgraven
As I bath Euterpes back she press her sweet rounded ass to me. Then sprint away like a water sprite just out reach.
She chooses "The water feels very good.. You should try it" Again she darts away, turning and splashing water at me playfully
"What brings you to the island?" Euterpes glides close now, pressing her naked, wet body to mine. My ardor rises and falls, mimicking her movements. She tantalizes, promises, flies away only to return. Is she a blessing or a curse?
My mind whirls as if caught in a vortex. I must concentrate on something or I shall become a blessed one of the gods, mocked and pitted by men.
Euterpes' question becomes my holding ground, my safe haven. I tell her of the fury of the storm that matched the desperation of my life, which drove me to these shores.
Playfully I lift Euterpes from the water. Water cascades from her delicate body washing away my desperation. Holding her close now we dive beneath the slivery surface that reflects the moon's glow. We frolic in the water as two young otters, enjoying each other's bodies and charms in pure innocents.
The years and frustration wash away as we fulfill each other. I rest upon the rock naked beneath the moons' light. She smiles down at me. I am at peace. They have taken the long years of pain and struggle from me. My mind flies to the silvery embrace of the moon.
My last rational thought is of Euterpes and my little boat resting upon the beach they mingle and become one to me. The gods have blessed me.
Let men mock me, curse me, pity me. I have been blessed and am at peace.
Euterpes has given me the greatest pleasure in all of Zeus's creation.
"Peace."
OOC: So my stay must end for a time. The real world calls. I will be gone untill the 14 th. Now Longjohnus must rest untill some godess takes' pity on him.
cgraven
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Hestia
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[COLOR=dark red]Hestia raked her fingers through Mirakus' hair as he suckled her breasts. Her head thrown back, she cried out his name like a common hetaira. Urging him on.
She loved the feel of him thrusting deep within her belly as she rode the length of his manhood. Sensations washed over her, like the warm waters of the perfumed bath that surrounded them, driving Hestia in a chariot toward the sun's fiery arms.
Mirakus pulled her down hard, filling her completely as he uttered a gutteral groan. His seed shooting up into her as they began to move again. Passionately. Hungrily. Ravenously. His cock swelling. Pumping. Throbbing. Emptying in a violent shudder.
The muscles of her silky passage tightened and loosened around Mirakus' shaft as waves of rapturous release washed over her. Her ecstatic convulsions draining both of them, she fell limply against his chest.
Mirakus lifted her chin, gazing 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. [/I][/COLOR]
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[COLOR=dark red]Hestia raked her fingers through Mirakus' hair as he suckled her breasts. Her head thrown back, she cried out his name like a common hetaira. Urging him on.
She loved the feel of him thrusting deep within her belly as she rode the length of his manhood. Sensations washed over her, like the warm waters of the perfumed bath that surrounded them, driving Hestia in a chariot toward the sun's fiery arms.
Mirakus pulled her down hard, filling her completely as he uttered a gutteral groan. His seed shooting up into her as they began to move again. Passionately. Hungrily. Ravenously. His cock swelling. Pumping. Throbbing. Emptying in a violent shudder.
The muscles of her silky passage tightened and loosened around Mirakus' shaft as waves of rapturous release washed over her. Her ecstatic convulsions draining both of them, she fell limply against his chest.
Mirakus lifted her chin, gazing 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. [/I][/COLOR]
celiaKitten
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Aphrodite
"Charming, charming as ever Hades. You bother to suggest that I, the patron of all these pleasures would put limitations on them?"
Placing a hand on his tense shoulder, she pointed toward the beautiful scenes in front of them .. "Stunning isn't it?"
"And whatever you can dish out, don't doubt I could handle ... after all - you may lord over the stiffs darling ... but I inspire them to get that way in the first place"
"Charming, charming as ever Hades. You bother to suggest that I, the patron of all these pleasures would put limitations on them?"
Placing a hand on his tense shoulder, she pointed toward the beautiful scenes in front of them .. "Stunning isn't it?"
"And whatever you can dish out, don't doubt I could handle ... after all - you may lord over the stiffs darling ... but I inspire them to get that way in the first place"
Roland Gilliad
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*He chuckled quietly, Grinning in that -way- of his...the kind that sent shivvers up your spine..*
Oh Come now Aph...I wouldnt be Naieve enough to think that you would put a limit on anything..especially after that incident with The Cow leathers....
*he coughed and grinned as he remembered the percarious position she had been found in*
In either case....I do think that Was a -challange- Aphrodite...Care to put your Ambrosia where your Pretty little mouth is?
*his smirk elongated in confidance..*
Oh Come now Aph...I wouldnt be Naieve enough to think that you would put a limit on anything..especially after that incident with The Cow leathers....
*he coughed and grinned as he remembered the percarious position she had been found in*
In either case....I do think that Was a -challange- Aphrodite...Care to put your Ambrosia where your Pretty little mouth is?
*his smirk elongated in confidance..*
celiaKitten
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Aphrodite
A low, throaty laugh comes from Aphrodite. "Then don't suggest such things darling.. if seriously said they're most offensive."
She traced her finger along his chin, stopping to rest on his lower lip, "A challenge between us? Amusing, quite amusing."
Aphrodite turned to survey the landscape, the shining flesh below. "The real question is, why would I want to? Do you really believe you could tempt me? The god of the dead stands here, challenging a goddess of love and beauty, a paradox definately."
She turned to face him again, her flashing eyes filled with confidence. She leaned into Hades, brushing her lips below his ear as she said,
"Go ahead - tempt me darling."
A low, throaty laugh comes from Aphrodite. "Then don't suggest such things darling.. if seriously said they're most offensive."
She traced her finger along his chin, stopping to rest on his lower lip, "A challenge between us? Amusing, quite amusing."
Aphrodite turned to survey the landscape, the shining flesh below. "The real question is, why would I want to? Do you really believe you could tempt me? The god of the dead stands here, challenging a goddess of love and beauty, a paradox definately."
She turned to face him again, her flashing eyes filled with confidence. She leaned into Hades, brushing her lips below his ear as she said,
"Go ahead - tempt me darling."
TheNextLorelei
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Jocasta
If one imagine being enveloped by the sun without being turned to ash, it would only begin to describe the feeling of Apollo's embrace.
"To be your inspiration," he had said.
Indeed! Jocasta felt she could write volumes of verse just on the feeling of being in the sun god's arms and not even begin to scratch the surface. It seemed his very essence seeped through her skin as her body pressed into the taunt musculature of his.
She dared to look up through her sable lashes. The sight of his features took her breath away. It was not the perfect symmetry of his countenance. No, his expression is what Jocasta responded to. With a gentle cast to his features, Apollo seemed to look at her like she was something precious, a person of import instead of a merchant's daughter.
Apollo let her look for a few moments, seeming to sense her need to study his face. Still, it took Jocasta by surprise when his mouth descended on hers. She swayed forward a little when she felt the contact of his mouth on hers. Jocasta moaned, causing her lips to part, just slightly.
If one imagine being enveloped by the sun without being turned to ash, it would only begin to describe the feeling of Apollo's embrace.
"To be your inspiration," he had said.
Indeed! Jocasta felt she could write volumes of verse just on the feeling of being in the sun god's arms and not even begin to scratch the surface. It seemed his very essence seeped through her skin as her body pressed into the taunt musculature of his.
She dared to look up through her sable lashes. The sight of his features took her breath away. It was not the perfect symmetry of his countenance. No, his expression is what Jocasta responded to. With a gentle cast to his features, Apollo seemed to look at her like she was something precious, a person of import instead of a merchant's daughter.
Apollo let her look for a few moments, seeming to sense her need to study his face. Still, it took Jocasta by surprise when his mouth descended on hers. She swayed forward a little when she felt the contact of his mouth on hers. Jocasta moaned, causing her lips to part, just slightly.
