Greek Life

[ArdentAngel]

Hera -

The striking goddess looked into the mirror and smiled with satisfaction. Her reflection was as beautiful as always even if it was a little different from usual. Her long fiery hair and deep blue eyes looked the same; her full lips carried their usual smile of disdain, her skin was still flawless, and her tall, shapely figure was unaltered. Only Aphrodite could outshine Hera or the other goddesses but Hera would make civilizations crumble to dust before she would admit it. Still, there was a subtle shift in her looks to make the goddess fit into the university, a change from a divine woman into a college student.

With a churlish pout, she tugged at her clothes and then turned away from the mirror. She didn’t think it was fair that all of the Olympians should suffer just because Zeus wanted to try new things, college life and college girls, fast cars and frat parties. Hera already longed to return to Olympus, she hated the garish modern clothing; she missed having her servants wait on her, she didn’t want to associate with college students, and she couldn’t even face the miserable food. Zeus had even insisted that she keep her room decorated in the current style and learn how to use all the modern gadgets.

As angry was she was, pride wouldn’t allow her to hide in her room. She went to class when she had to and was already developing a taste for shopping. Her strong personality attracted people to her creating a circle of sycophants, while her striking looks drew the attention of lusty young men. If Zeus expected her to lounge around seething with jealousy but do nothing while he chased every skirt on campus, he was wrong. Two could play that game or maybe three or more, she thought with a smile.

Still smiling, she gathered her things and went downstairs to the common room of the huge house they were using as their new home. She saw Hestia was sitting in her usual spot on the floor in front of the fireplace place reading a book. Only Hestia could be as beautiful as a goddess and hide it so well.

“I’m meeting some mortal “friends” at the mall after dinner, Hestia. Do you want to join us, I could help you pick out some new clothes or something...”

Hera felt safe inviting her quiet older sister to join her since Hestia only left the house when she had to or Zeus insisted.

 

[_JollyMon]

Poseidon

As much as he looked, he found no equal to himself. Poseidon, the god of the seas walking among mortals, was as ridiculous as it was humorous. Walking (yes, even walking for a God seemed absurd) across the campus past the giggling girls and clumsy faced boys made Poseidon feel light years from home. The truth was he was further than that. He was dimensions away from Olympus. How many dimensions? Even one was further than these mortals could dare to begin to imagine. Truly, their thoughts could not conqueror such distances.

The contempt Poseidon felt for these scraggly beings was second only to the seething disgust he felt for his own brother, Zeus. It was he that felt that the denizens of Olympus must somehow “learn” from the “experience” of behaving as college students. What could be more preposterous? If Poseidon didn’t respect the hierarchical traditions of Olympus, a heavenly coup would be in order, with Zeus finding himself ousted and Poseidon the true God.

Perhaps it was to be so anyway? Could this be the place where Poseidon proved his worthiness and superiority over not only all human kind, but the gods as well? Could this excursion into another realm prove to be the beginning of Poseidon’s rise to the ultimate power?

He stopped and looked around. The smallest places provide settings for the greatest of all things. Those words reverberated across his godly mind. For one of the few times in his long existence, Poseidon knew not what would happen next, or transpire with Zeus’ experiment. Poseidon had every confidence that the outcome would make him stronger, and if it weakened the other gods, then so be it.

He continued on his way to the campus pool, a place he in one way felt most at home, yet also did not due to the foolishly confident “jocks” that frequented the place. It was true that Poseidon was the god of the seas, most of these mind-numbed students that surrounded him seemed to have learned that at some point in time. But what many of them did not know was that he was also the god of earthquakes, and Poseidon intended to shake the earth of this campus, in more ways than one.

 

[Third Magus]

Hades' room was kept in perpetual darkness, the curtains drawn tightly closed but the air-conditioning keeping the room perpetually cool, even cold. There was little in the way of furnishings. He sat on the bed -to outward appearances, a pale, lean and sad young man with saturnine good looks and very black hair to match his black clothes.

Hades sometimes wondered how things might have been if he and not Zeus had drawn the winning lot, so long ago, and won the throne of Mount Olympus after the three brothers had together overthrown and killed their monstrous father Kronos. Or even if he'd won second place, like his unpredictable brother Poseidon, and drawn rulership of the seas. Instead, he'd been forced to become ruler of the infinitely dark, cold and lonely underworld, where he ruled over the dead in mournful splendour.

Brooding alone in his subterranean domain, he had mostly stayed out of the incessant feuds and intrigues of the other gods and goddesses. The occasional visit of a hero seeking to accomplish some daring task was a welcome break in the monotony, although heroes tended to be predictable and all too reminiscent of his brothers in their arrogance and violence. The only one whose plight had ever moved him had been the musician Orpheus. Of course, his story had ended tragically but as Hades had tried to explain to poor Orpheus since then, all stories did, eventually. That was one of the things that centuries upon centuries of ruling the land of the dead made quite clear.

Now Zeus' latest whim was that they don mortal guise and attend this 'college', which was apparently some kind of latterday institute of rhetoric and philosophy. Hades had felt an initial stab of curiosity about seeing the surface world again after all these years. His last venture overhead had been during the time of the Black Death, when the vast numbers flocking into his kingdom were too much for even tireless Charon to ferry, and a deal had had to be struck with Aesclepius to stem the flow.

After some exploration of the college, however, Hades concluded that very little had changed. The lives of mortals still revolved around eating, drinking, working, sleeping, fucking and desperately ignoring their own inevitable deaths. They had simultaneously evolved new ways to preserve life and new ways to end it with incredible efficiency. Very little seemed to indicate that the human race was progressing or even regressing in any direction at all, except towards Hades' kingdom.

Hades pulled his long black coat on and stalked out into the common room, surprising Hera and Hestia with his soft-footed tread.

"The 'mall'", he said. "Some kind of latter-day forum, except for vapid teenage girls? Sounds truly irresistible. I'd go for it, Hestia"

 

[TwistedNight]

Dionysus awoke with a monstrous yawn and scratched his head, mussing his shaggy black hair. He surveyed the carnage that was his room, and let out a boisterous laugh.

Dionysus loved college.

He threw the blanket off the bed and onto the floor, where it joined the beer bottles, dirty clothes, food wrappers, and other items normally found in a college guy's dorm room. The walls were plastered with numerous movie posters, or posters of scantily-clad women. He rolled out of his bed and landed lightly on his feet. He spent a few moments hounding around his room for clean clothing, before finally finding a semi-clean Metallica t-shirt underneath a pair of panties from one of his numerous girlfriends (he couldn't remember who), and unearthed a pair of cargo shorts from under his couch. He reached into his mini-fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice, which he drained of its contents with a few pulls. He then walked over to the door, tossed the carton into an over-flowing garbage can, and set out to find some food.

Dionysus had always loved mortals, and had often made appearances at the festivals held in his honor. Usually he did not reveal his true identity, but rather would leap into the party and cause havoc for hours on end, before finally returning to Olympus and back to his dreary duties upon its summit. He loved the idea of living amongst the mortals and planned to make the most of the time he was allowed to spend here. Partying, fighting, screwing, drinking, and occasionally going to classes (the teachers all liked him enough that he wasn't required at class), Dionysus had immersed himself into college life.

As he tried to remember which way was to the kitchen, Dionysus stumbled into the common room, where he found a few of the other deities.

Letting out a belch, Dionysus boomed in a loud, tenor voice "I'm starving. Where's the kitchen again?"

 

[GeekyLove]

Ares awoke in his bed naked along with three coeds: a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. The previous night he had engaged them in a sexual competition. Who had won? He didn't care. He just enjoyed watching the three of them try to outdo one another in making love to him. He loved combat. Physical or psychological. Even better if both were involved.

Unlike several of his brothers and sisters, Ares was enjoying his father's decision to make everyone live on a modern university campus. College life fit him well. There were all sorts of wars going on across campus. He even liked his history classes that he took if it hadn't been for the stupid professors getting so many details wrong. He joined the football team as a middle linebacker and enjoyed that immensely except for his stupid coach with whom he feuded continuously. He was sure he would have been kicked off the team the first week if it wasn't for how great he was at it.

He created conflicts wherever he went. Rivalries amongst fraternities had increased since he arrived. Amongst sororities. Faculty politics. There was more feuding going on this semester than had occurred in ages. It pleased him greatly.

He even liked to bring war to his sex life. Which is why the three nude coeds were spalyed across his body and bed right now. He rose and slapped each girl on the ass.

"Come on, whores! Time for you to leave!" He shouted dragging them out of his room. He threw them out into the hallway stark naked locking the door as he shoved them out. He smiled knowing their clothing remained in the room with him. Someone would definitely recognize them as they streaked back to their dorms and he would love to see the fights, accusations, and breakups this would create when word got out to their boyfriends. He loved the fact that the sexual battles would not end following their battles for his cock the previous night.

To Ares, sex was just another form of combat. Another way to break one's will into submission. He guessed that was why Aphrodite was the only female, mortal or immortal, with whom he had ever had sex with twice. She was the perfect foil for him in bed. Her beauty and amourous qualities negated his power and command. They fucked regularly despite the fact that she was married to that cripple Hephasteus. Regardless of how hard he tried he could never convince her to leave the weakling. He figured it was all for the best though. If he had been able to subdue Aphrodite to his will he would not have found her appealing.

It was not just her beauty but her ability to use sex as a weapon. She was his one weakness although he would never admit to it.

 

[lil_geek]

Hestia

Home, hearth and family, they were Hestia’s major concerns. She dutifully followed Zeus from Olympus to the University and there was little change in her life, just a change of view. She hoped to escape everyone’s notice, tend to her duties and read her books, if Zeus allowed.

“I’m meeting some mortal “friends” at the mall after dinner, Hestia. Do you want to join us; I could help you pick out some new clothes or something...”

Hestia shook her head as she looked up at her sister. She didn’t close her book because she knew it wouldn’t be long before Hera’s attention moved on to something else. She knew her sister didn’t really want her company at the mall, so she didn’t feel compelled to go with her. She didn’t care about her appearance the way some of the others did, so she couldn’t be tempted with a chance to buy more flattering clothing. Hestia didn’t have Hera’s striking coloring, she would never attract attention the way Hera did, she couldn’t stop people in their tracks but she was lovely in her own way. Her warm hazel eyes were darkly fringed with long black lashes, her long brown hair hung in loose curls down her back and the warmth of the fire pinked her fair skin. She was small of stature with a figure of subtle curves and slender hips.

"The 'mall'", Hades said. "Some kind of latter-day forum, except for vapid teenage girls? Sounds truly irresistible. I'd go for it, Hestia."

Hades’ voice caught Hestia by surprise, his words did too. She lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. The Lord of the Dead could be difficult to read and she was rarely sure if he was being serious or being sarcastic. Demeter never had a good word to say about him, but Hestia simply wished she didn’t feel so uneasy in his presence.

“I’m not really interested in new clothes, vapid teenagers or even getting out of the house. There are so many people coming and going, and moving through this room that I really feel like I am part of everything.” She smiled but her fingers moved anxiously over the page of her book, “Or at least an interested observer.”

Stumbling into the the room, Dionysus let out a belch, then boomed in a loud, tenor voice "I'm starving. Where's the kitchen again?"

Hestia's smile widened and was followed by a little chuckle, “See,” she said to Hera and Hades as she waved a hand to Dionysus, “If I left the house I would miss sights such as these.”

Home, hearth and family.

“It is just down the hall. Do you want someone to fix something for you to eat?”

 

[KatarHol]

Hermes

Hermes

With a rather jovial spring in his step, Hermes strode down thecollege grounds to the student union. He had found himself god mortal company in the form of the student stoner crowd. He found his mental and physical agiity, more often the former had aided them in avoiding detection by campus security. It was a fun challenge to keep them out of trouble. Besides, these guys were an absoulte hilarity to be around.

When Zeus first brought up his plan, Hermes was unsure about it. Unlike other Gods, he had no issues with mortals at all. He just did not see the point. He needed no humbling.

But ever since arriving, he couldn't have helped but notice one of his favorite things about mortals had somehow improved: the female form. It was after all one of the reasons he created gymnastics. The tings women wore now, he couldn't help but crack a smile.

He was on his way to meet some of his friends now. They had gotten the answers to the philosphy teachers tests, and he decided it would be a laugh to help them spread the message as it were. No real harm he thought. And besides, there would be many a woman to examine there, should he decide to back out. After all, there was simply so much to do, and so much to see.

Indeed, his father's idea was turning out to be more fun than Hermes had anticipated

 

[light_lyric]

Apollo

Everyone seemed so unhappy to be down here at the University instead of back on Mt. Olympus. Well, everyone except Dionysis, of course, who was having the time of his life. Apollo was inclined to feel the same way as his brother in this case, however. Being down here wasn't so bad after all. Apollo had just spent the whole afternoon out basking in the sun, wearing nothing but shorts and sandals, enjoying the heat and the warmth and especially the attention from the mortal girls. His statuesque features, the shoulder-length curls, the blue eyes, the perfectly toned body, were earning him quite a few lingering glances. College might turn out to be very enjoyable indeed.

He returned to the house he and the other Olympians were sharing, with the intention of working on improving his skills with the guitar, an instrument that would have to serve as a replacement for his lyre, which, apparently, no one played anymore.

When he arrived, Hera was attempting to gather people together for a trip to the mall. Perhaps that would be fun as well.

"Mind if I come along? Perhaps we could talk Artemis into coming as well...it would be good for her to leave the house before nightfall at least once while we're down here."

 

[theravenfox]

Nike

As she jogged across campus, not even breaking a sweat, she felt them looking at her. All those luscious mortal females yearning for the goddess they couldn’t have…or maybe they could. Nike was up for anything as long as it was in the form of that beautiful form.

She really liked her own human form and she knew she was gorgeous. Short, messy dark hair, eyes like drops of onyx, skin that glowed a soft, golden tan, and a tall, slender body that kept her towering above most of the college girls and a few of the boys. Her breasts were small, firm and shapely and her muscular legs held the imaginations of many of the frat boys. Not that she was interested in them.

Zeus thought he’d mix things up a little and send them all down to get in touch with their roots, find the common ground with these little mortals. Nike didn’t mind. When she wasn’t busy playing basketball, playing volleyball or running track, she found her common ground in their beds.

Her love of sports grew from her love of winning and the complete confidence in her ability to win at anything she tried. She’d made all three teams easily and was the envy of several of her teammates for her natural abilities. She flaunted them flagrantly, all the while counting on her brashness to keep her in the forefront of all of their envious minds.

One of the cute blonds saw her looking as she jogged by and gave her a disdainful sniff. Nike winked at her and wolf whistled. It didn’t matter if some girls didn’t appreciate or like her now, she’d get them where she wanted them eventually. She was Nike and she always won.

She jogged up the front steps and stepped into the common room of the frat house she was thrilled to call home away from Olympus.

"The 'mall'", he said. "Some kind of latter-day forum, except for vapid teenage girls?

“Count me in. I could go for some vapid teenage girls right about now. Tell me again, Hestia…how old do they need to be?

 

[Light Ice]

Hephaestus had not left his fraternity house since they'd arrived, suffering only the rarest of visits from the others. He had always, by nature, been an outcast amongst them. His leg suffered him a terrible limp. He had, many times, been called 'deformed' by his fellow Gods. He had explained it to the mortals in his fraternity house as a car accident, an injury that had manifested itself in the form of a deep limp that shuffled his stride. They had been content to call him "Heff" or "Two Step" without malicious intentions. The other Gods had never been so forgiving.

All the same the Mortals had nearly kept him from pledging.

But then they'd seen what he could do with his hands.

They called him "Heffer" and that was fine with him, and they adored him. He had endured a popularity on campus he had never known on Olympus, a warmth and an appreciation that radiated from his ability to transform the fraternity house and provide quiet, considerate company. Heff had never been much for speaking, but he had been carefully groomed to listen. The result had been the finest Fraternity House on campus, long sweeping staircases with Victorian foundations combined flawlessly with the modern touches that everyone had requested. Everything from the painting to the flooring and the electrical had been remodeled. Their doors were keyless entry.

"Heff, big party tonight. Pong Partners?" It was Jon.

He was a Junior and had put Hephaestus through pledge. The two had become close. Jon was an engineering major, played rugby, and was a good-hearted young man. Together the pair had constructed the House's crowning achievement. The main hall with sprawling seats, booths they'd constructed together, and the dual bars that served the room. Jon was constantly looking to innovate the house's construction, or projects for class. Heff would help him find and manufacture the answers, guiding him through his education. The two functioned as both friends and peers, with Jon serving as an adequate apprentice.

"Sure." Heff answered.

The basement of the house had become Hephaestus', the fraternity more than happy to allow him to convert it to his personal workshop. He'd all but reconstructed the majority of the house for them. Or so they thought. The truth was that Hephaestus could not help himself. It was all that gave him peace. The others, he was sure, were indulging themselves in other more mischievous activities.

 

[renthead29]

PAN

Pan stretched out on the bed in his dorm, then began to vigorously rub his legs. Getting rid of those goats legs and horns were the best decision the god of Wild had made, but getting used to the inverted knees and lack of hair and...shudder...feet...that was just...hard.

Pan stood and walked to the window, breathing in the fresh air, as well as he could. Birds flew around him twittering and the branches in his windowsill stretched toward his hands.
He sighed in contentment, and began starting out.

Olympus was fine for him, but he'd never spent much time there anyway, being God of WILD. he'd wander. And now was wandering time...


he'd heard some of the Goddesses were hanging out at the mall, might as well check there first. Maybe he'd have time to covort in his favorite activity: Wooing ladies.

 

[Third Magus]

Hades almost smiled as Hestia turned down Hera's oh-so-sincere offer. The shy, quiet goddess was always more interested in trying to look after everyone and make sure their house felt like a home. It was she who sorted out the mortal business of bills and occasionally organised house meals, although these frequently ended disastrously. Her mortal body and delicate, elfin face had a quiet, poignant loveliness about them, although her hazel eyes were often filled with puzzlement and unease around Hades.

"Well, there's no accounting for tastes", he told her dryly.

Apollo, with his usual air of good humour, and the tall, Sapphic Nike had now both entered but Hades' attention was caught by the third entrant. Demeter. On a purely aesthetic level, Hades had to appreciate the golden, slender body she had chosen for herself but in a way, that was exactly the problem. Demeter stood for sunlight and living things, things that never entered Hades' life. Spring and summer were her seasons, autumn and winter his. Her optimism and joy in life infuriated him. Couldn't she see how every golden stalk of corn, where every newborn lamb, was ultimately destined to end?

She began to speak, then cut off as her brilliant emerald eyes took him in.

"Something wrong, Demeter?", he asked, his voice deadpan. "I hope nothing's gone awry with your campaign to save the planet. How is that going, by the way?"

 

[sierrahughes]

Aphrodite

Aphrodite stood at the entrance to the campus library, and looked up into the partially cloudy sky. Holding two thick textbooks and a durable-looking tote bag, she ascended the stairway through the open wooden doors.

She had put on a baseball cap with a pair of shades, tied her hair up in a pony-tail and well-cut long sleeved white shirt with dark jeans. Her shirt hugged the top-half of her figure tightly, and the front buttons strained to keep the fabric together underneath her full chest. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a fairly generous amount of cleavage outlined by her black-laced bra. The bra was quite a novelty for Aphrodite when she first arrived. But so far she has managed to stay out of the public eye, and kept a low profile.

There was a sizeable Greek Mythology section, which was one of the first things she discovered when the Olympians first arrived on earth. She pulled out a thick book labelled XI; that was how much time she had already devoted to coming to the library. She began to pore over it at her usual desk. She had to find a way to get in touch with Adonis once more in this modern world.

Aphrodite had been avoiding Hephaestus and Ares for the better part of their stay. In fact, she had been staying out of the way of almost everyone she knew from Olympia. For now.

 

[KatarHol]

Hermes

Hermes walked briskly to the library. he to make the drop-of for the test answers. in one of the stacks. "Being a friend to thieves, what a life," he mused to himself. When he was about to enter, a familiar face caught his eye. "It always seems to bring to the exact places you want to be."

He saw the lady enter the library. He followed to the stacks on the stories of their family, then followed her to a desk, taking a seat opposite of her.

"Well helloooooo Aphrodite," he said, a broad smile on his face.

 

[GeekyLove]

Ares sat in his room and assumed the girls must have found a way out of the Olympus house without meeting any of his other brethern considering he hadn't heard any screams or shouts of surpries. He figured they wouldn't be so lucky getting across campus in the nude though. He decided it was time for him to go out and about as well. He went and took a shower and then put some clothes on.

He decided that he needed to go work out even though his chiseled form hardly needed it. He needed to vent some frustration. None of these mortal women had approached his lovely Aphrodite so despite his large number of conquests he was still sexually frustrated. He needed release and he decided to go take his frustrations out on some gym equipment. Plus, his ignorant football coach would want him to put some time in there as well. He walked down to the first floor and completely ignored the others.

He wondered where Aphrodite was at. Was she avoiding him? He wondered why.

He walked to the fitness center and began his workout. He noticed several coeds and their toned bodies in their revealing gym attire. He noticed several of them eye him as well. He contemplated taking a few back into the locker room but decided that could wait. He wondered what kind of a stir Aphrodite could have caused had she walked in here dressed as these mortal sluts were in sports bras and short shorts. That would have definitely created some conflict.

And Ares loved conflict.

 

[Light Ice]

The table had worked out the way he'd wanted it to. It was a pleasure to be back on the Mortal plane again, working with his hands on woods and stone and the most earthen of trades. His smile was a faint smile, a lingering smile, a holding smile that hung even as his thoughts drifted.

The stairs passed and so did his mortal fraternity brothers. His smile held, practiced, easy.

He had asked Aphrodite to stay with him before they'd left, a simple request from a husband to his wife. Propriety he had mentioned. Their marriage. It'd failed, of course. At first Hephaestus had demanded her love, craved it. Those days had passed. He'd been forced to accept that their marriage had been a reward to him, but one she'd never desired. She'd never consented. And so, to please Zeus, they had maintained a charade. At least as much as they could stand.

Hephaestus, while enjoying sudden popularity had not enjoyed women. There was, despite his desires, a stark contrast in the desires of the mortal and the immortal. He'd attempted with a woman, a teacher. She'd been impressed by how worldly he seemed, his ability to work with his hands. Hephaestus had not been impressed.

They were far too unattractive, far too disposable. And, from what he had seen, every tangle with a mortal the others had dipped in had ended in disaster.

 

[sierrahughes]

Aphrodite

She continued her reading without looking up at Hermes. He was one of the few Gods that she could not quite figure out, and for that reason she tried to stay out of his way as much as possible. Not that she ever doubted that her feminine charm would not work against him, if it had to come to that.

Her thoughts began to drift a little. In some ways, Hephaestus represented everything a good husband should be. It was just unfortunate that he alone could not satisfy her. Perhaps, no single man or God in the world could. Not Ares. Not even Adonis.

"What do you want, Hermes," she said firmly. Aphrodite knew that she had to put aside her desire to find Adonis for now. Clearly, Hermes would not have looked her up without a motive. She had something he wanted, for now.

 

[KatarHol]

Hermes

"Glad to see I caught you attention," Hermes smirked, getting a quick glances at Aphrodite's cleavage. "And as usual, right to the point."

He looked at her, not even a smirk.

"Well, I was hoping you'd be of help to me and some friends of mine. Amd before you outright object, you're more of an insurance policy. If one of the professors on campus happens to kind of ruin our little plan, I was hoping you could convince him otherwise through your usual stylings"

He leaned back in his chair, awaiting an answer. "You probably wouldn't even have to sleep with him. Knowing your effect on men, a kiss would pribably do.I know you gotta miss messing with mortals. And maybe you and I could have a little fun as well?"

 

[sierrahughes]

Aphrodite

OOC: KatarHol, Aphrodite was wearing an over-sized pullover. For your sake though, I have changed the attire accordingly.

She had put on a baseball cap with a pair of shades, tied her hair up in a pony-tail and well-cut long sleeved white shirt with dark jeans. Her shirt hugged the top-half of her figure tightly, and the front buttons strained to keep the fabric together underneath her full chest. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a fairly generous amount of cleavage outlined by her black-laced bra. The bra was quite a novelty for Aphrodite when she first arrived. But so far she has managed to stay out of the public eye, and kept a low profile.

Aphrodite had to restrain a smile from creeping into her gorgeous and seemingly timeless face. A leopard cannot change his spots, and she was a seductress at heart. She loved the way she made mens' hearts flutter at the mere sight of her, or how they literally grovel at her feet when she gave them a little more. But these thoughts only reminded her even more of her search for Adonis.

She also saw this as a chance to figure out Hermes a little better. After all, he was someone of considerable talent, and more importantly of suspect morals, if there was even a shred of that within him. Then again, morals never quite applied to the Gods.

Aphrodite looked up this time, straight into his eyes. She knew exactly where they were focused on, and smiled a little, waiting for him to return her gaze.

"What will I get in return," she began in a rich, purring tone once his eyes were locked onto hers. With her left index finger and flawless skin on her hands, she traces it along her lips, down to her chin, along the contours of her neck, and then with a deep breath, to the tantalising flesh on the top of her breasts. And she made sure his eyes followed every single movement of her little tease.

 

[KatarHol]

OOC: Sorry about that. Late night posting and all.

"Well, if having a little bit of old school fun with mortals isn't enough, there's always the fact that I'll owe you. You never do know when you might need a favor from the messenger god. Lots of people find my speed and endurance very useful in a variety of ways."

 

[sierrahughes]

Aphrodite

"...speed and endurance..."

Aphrodite, for a moment, contemplated his unspoken offer. It had been some time since she was last pleased by a male. Her short affair with Nike when both of them first arrived was probably the last time she orgasmed. That was what she loved about being mortal. She could reach her climax without worrying about godly repercussions.

But she decided that having Hermes on her side was good enough for now. Besides, he was right. No mere mortal man could possibly withstand her charms if she so decided to turn it on. It was a free favour she could earn.

"Let me know when you are ready to owe me a favour," she said as she pulled out her handphone, indicating for him to record his number. It was somewhat ironic though.

 

[KatarHol]

Hermes

Hermes took her phone and entered his number. "You can call me any time you wish," he said. He handed Aphrodite her phone back and began to get up. "I'll contact you if this professor requires your attention. And please, don't't hesitate in contacting me if you think of anything you'd like me to give my undivided attention."

Hermes gave Aphrodite one last smile, and as quickly as he was there, he was gone.

 

[Third Magus]

Demeter didn't get a chance to hear Hestia even if she did reply due to Hades stupid voice overpowering anything else she could hear. He irritated her beyond belief and did not want to deal with him. Spinning to meet his eyes in a direct gaze, a challenge almost to the god she hated most, she smiled with venom dripping from her full perfect lips, every word measured and polite, yet the tension between them was palpable.

"Of course, there is nothing wrong. And my so-called campaign to save the planet is doing fine, thank you," she quickly said, turning back to Hestia, her nostrils flaring in her obvious irritation. Unfortunately anger made her even more attractive, her cheeks flushing and her eyes sparkling, deepening in the shade of green.

Gods, how he pissed her off.

"Really?", asked Hades. "That's interesting because you know I hadn't noticed any slowing in the flow of endangered animals into my realm. Obviously, though, I will soon considering how terrifically your campaign is going. Pity in a way -the koalas get on surprisingly well with the dodos"

He gave Demeter a bitter smile. He was angry with himself for noticing how much anger intensified her beauty. Her full lips were parted slightly, and her breasts heaved and fell, while her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkled brilliantly. Hades refused to look away from her challenging stare, however, even as the thought crossed his mind.

 

[theravenfox]

Nike

Nike ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She found the shower empty at that time of day and quickly shed her clothing and turned on the water.

She washed her hair and then lathered up her body, relishing in the sensations her hands and the loofa were making on her. She spent extra time washing the areas that made her feel the best. She so enjoyed her mortal body!

After a quick towel off, she ran her hands through her wet hair and decided it would suffice. She dressed in a pair of jeans that clung to her slim frame and hugged her gentle curves. She put on a tee shirt that fell to just under her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. A pair of sneakers finished off the outfit. She looked in the mirror and smiled.

“I’d fuck ya, baby,” she told her reflection. She laughed and headed downstairs.

At some point during her shower, Nike had decided that the trip to the mall sounded crowded and potentially dangerous in that the younger girls didn’t seem to be able to resist her and she was terrible at judging mortal age. So, she would seek out her best friend, Aphrodite. Together, they would find some kind of entertainment. Nike always liked it when they entertained each other. She never tired of Aphrodite’s kisses and loved the way her mortal form tasted.

As Nike entered the common room, she saw Hades leering at Demeter, who looked tense and unhappy at the exchange. Without hesitation, she landed a smack on Hades’ sculpted ass.

“No need to get nasty, big boy. You’ve got lots of pretty mortal girls to fuck with. Let Demeter save the planet and you save the pussy.” And with that, she walked out the door, heading for the library.

 

[GeekyLove]

Ares finished his workout and decided he wanted something to eat. He showered and got dressed after his workout and decided he would go to the campus hangout and get a burger and fries.

He put on some blue jean shorts along with a navy blue t-shirt with no sleeves so his sculpted arms could be on display for all the young coeds to see. He thought it might be a good opportunity to look out for some more young co-eds to share his bed later that night.