Eros and Venus (PM)

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Eros took a drag from his cigarette and blew rings of smoke. Certainly, he could make other shapes, but the ennui that took him made him jaded to such amusements, as he felt again the touch of nicotine to his bemused brain. He looked upon the booths of the bar. Other forgotten deities of his genre sat in their idle ways, and he turned on his stool to face the bar again. Sipping at his drink, he felt a faint recognizable glimmer in his heart. Raising an eyebrow, he turned to see Venus smiling at him. She wore a white dress that literally glowed with her beauty. She drifted towards him, and they shared a passionate kiss, reminiscent of time long pass. Eros smiled back for the first time he could remember in a long while.

"Mother. I am glad to see you," he said.

OOC: In celebration of landiek's upcoming birthday I'm starting this thread just for her. If you'd like to join, please PM me. Send your first post of your character, a Grecian god who has adapted (or merely adjusted to) modern times at this to-be-named bar.


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[landiek]

Lovely Venus the beauty that women envied and men lusted over merely waltzed into the place. Most eyes immediately followed her every move, her gown shimmering the reflection of the glowing moon as her eyes shone like stars over the lush feilds of faces.

His face shone out amid the blur of eyes as she smiles happily. His voice sings to her heart as she beholds her beautiful gift.

She kissed his lips and was taken back to the glory of their love.

"Tis good to see you my darling." Her hand lingering at his chest as her eyes reflect the inner burning that his visage sparks within her.

 

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Eros basked in the light that was Venus. It felt as if, for aeons, the light of day made him feel pain and flinch, for it was the light that shown him the world of mankind, the progress that replaced verdant fields with concrete prisons, the air clouded with exhaust that rotted the lungs. But Venus' light was purity in itself, healing, taking him in like the son he was. No longer would he have to hide in darkness, not any longer.

He felt her lips touch his, the love of a mother, soothing, comforting. Her hands touch his chest, the warmth palpable though his thin black shirt. As Eros is Eros, it is not difficult for Venus to feel her way past his buttons to his raw naked flesh. Eros stands up, holding Venus to him, closer, closer. His chest presses into hers, and he holds the back of her head, softly, as his lips again savor the radiance of Venus. Perhaps the openness of thier passion would otherwise be too open were they two other people. But this is Eros, this is Venus, and this is how they show their passion.


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[landiek]

Venus' very touch gave healing to her only love child. The very mystic image of togetherness flashes through her soul. Greater still the dimness of the light in this place is replaced with an evergrowing cloud of rose colored billowing mysts that blanket the floor and soon encompaass their feet and legs.

Sweeping the tongue to entwine with his, to press heavily to his lips and die the lover's death of passion if only for one moment. To feel the rush of desire engulf her so completely to feel the rush engulf her entire body.

Her arms encircle his neck as the kiss rushes deeper and more passionate, to the excess of her teeth raking over the full moistness of his lips. Pressing her body to conform to his shape as her belly rubs along his and her leg rubbing along the inside of the thighs to caress the flesh that competely makes him a generous lover.

 

[scribe_m]

The touch of Venus stirs the passion within Eros. His kisses become deeper, more passionate. As he loses his feigned jadedness, his breathing becoming more pronounced, he holds her tight, his hands wandering along the backlessness of her dress. He is still merely above tearing the shimmering cloth from her radient body, his fingertips savoring the goddess smoothness beneath them. Meanwhile, his manhood aches for her, as her leg rubs against the inside of his thighs, the thin fabric of his pants allowing him to feel her touch and her to notice his desire. He returns the favor by placing his hands on her mons, his delicate touch palpable through the few layers of her dress and clothing. Perhaps she would not feel such with any other lover, but this was the gift of Eros.


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[landiek]

That sweet sparkle in her eyes as his touch gleams more heated thoughts of Eros blind her senses.

Venus strokes his arm to silently speak of her desires for hom, the stroking upward and then circling his thumb before taking his hand and kissing the knuckles softly. Intent and desire with each knuckle kissed and then nuzzling his hand to her cheek as the aroma of her desire wafts about them both weaving the erotic imagings of the lovers in lust.

 

[scribe_m]

The air between Eros and his lover seems to become thick with the intoxicating scent of their desire. Her lips softly touch the back of his hand, kissing them delicately in their foreplay. His thumb now rests on her lips, stroking them, pressing against them like the hardness between his loins. His forefinger replaces his thumb, entering and leaving her mouth, a precursor to fellatio. His other hand, meanwhile, presses more firmly against the flat of her flesh, and finds recourse as the slit of her dress almost spreads itself apart to give him access to her carnal desires. Feeling her soft warm flesh, his fingers gently tease, stirring within her the memories of her passion with him, and passion itself as well.


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[landiek]

"Eros, feel the wishes of others to be so loved. So cherished within our hearts and passion. Thus earning to be the very incarnate of love itself?"

Venus stroked her hand down along his arm and up again, the action of sex that she so yearns to feel. Though the eyes of those condemning immortals that long to have and control her, to be the object of her desires, to possess her solely and never have the effect over her that Eros always will, stuns and dismays,

 

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A mother's wish is his command, and Eros relaxes, allowing the emotions and desires of those fortunate mortals watching their embrace to flood his body. A mixture of lust, jealousy, and passion overtake his senses. His eyes light up and the flames of human desires light up his eyes. "Well, mother, shall we give these mortals the display they so dearly want?" Leaning back on the bar stool, Eros lifts his mother by her hips and meets hers with his. He begins to sway, then grind into her, his manhood quite tangible despite their thin clothing. He gives her a kiss, his breath heavy with godlike and human need.


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[landiek]

"only by your words Sweet Eros do I obey to hasten to you arms. Your passion for me only matches my own for our fate was written in the stars themselves. Come Sweet one and dance with me and let our bodies deceive the mortal eyes yet join in passions that only you and I can fathom."

Venus places her hand in his, she has given her blessing as well as consent.

 

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Theirs is the dance of lovers entwined. Kissing her deeply, his feels her lips play with his tongue, then her own share a passionate frenzy, darting. He lifts her, and wraps her leg around his hips. His cock rises majestically, pressing hard against his leather pants, emerging to feel her silkiness. The tip presses against her slit, quite accessible to the will of the two gods. He clear golden liquids begin to embrace and touch the tip of his cock, a delicious purple plum oozing its own nectar through its slit.


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[landiek]

Venus presses her devine beauty to him, succombing to her need for him. Drunken in the aroma of flames building about them as Ares and Vulcan stare in humility. She kisses his lips passionately as her body molds to be his, accepting his tip deeper to her chambers of lust. Pressing her crotch into his and letting out a lustful moan.

"pray now sweet Eros, give me your love as whence you had eons ago. Claim me as none has or ever shall."

 

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The words of Venus light firey passion within Eros. He holds her hips on top of his, his fleshy tool impaling her goddess sex. Her dress is lifted to the onlookers only to hint of her peachlike beauty underneath. Eros' groans under the woman on top of him slowly fill the room. "Yes, I shall, my mother, for I love you deeply, as deeply as my cock enters your beautiful body." He thrusts again, filling her, stretching the womb that gave birth to him so many aeons ago. It now serves a new purpose, to welcome his seed, the seed of her god. He looks into her eyes, and feels her bosom press into his chest. The buttons of his shirt slip off on their own, allowing him to feel her pert nipples through the fabric and onto his tight chest.


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[landiek]

Venus clings to her lover as the passion builds to openly express the moans from his thrusting. She kisses his neck stirring more flames, igniting more passion to spread between them to engulf them both to the desired euphoria.

"Eros, pray you this day to lustfully bring forth another wellspring?" Her words entwining to a double meaning and yet did it matter?

Ares drooled spying the soft shades of her asscheeks as other Gods groaned in pain seeing the erotic display of lovers.

Mortals alike find themselves caught in voyaristic webs as Eros and Venus continue their hungered playing. Eaach move of her hand has each males attention as the sight of sweet Eros' smooth chest has the barmaids swooning.

 

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White radiance glows from Venus' body, infecting the onlookers with their pure passion. Eros basks in her light, as her delectible pussy coats his smooth shaft with golden juices. "I shall well again, my mother. Not once, but twice, and more times again." He fucks her with his cock, his hips rising to meet hers plunging down, surrounding his godhood with the velvet silk that is Venus. "Oh, mother, oh, mother," he cries, lifting her breasts from her dress. He cradles one within his soft hands, then caresses and licks with his tongue. "You are succulent as ever, your globes a delight to hold within my hands." He sucks her fine nipples, firm and taut within his teeth.


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[landiek]

"Oh yes sweet Eros, my devine one." Venus contracts her muscles to the pleasures of their union. She moans lustfully as his hands rake along her ass and his calling to her only makes her cum for him once more in hot raging floods.

Venus feels him lifting her breasts from her dress. She moans as his hands leave her ass and move to her breasts and cradles one within his soft hands, then caresses and licks with his tongue.

"Sweet Eros, I would feed you the nectar of the Gods from my bosom to keep you at my beck. Come my son enlighten my being to feed you as whence you were born of my womb."

 

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"Ma mere..." Eros' lips embrace Venus' breast, and sucks the aereola, her beautiful white milk trickling out, then flowing, coating his lips and tongue with her liquid cream. Meanwhile, one of his hands returns to her succulent ass, grasping the delicious curvature, as his hips thrust upwards, his own cockhead leaking his own fluids into her tightly gripping quim. "Oh, please taste," he cries, kissing her lips, sharing her sweet milk. "I desire your womb, it is so tight, and wet. Dear mother, I am going to come. I shall flood your slit with my own milk as well. And," he grinned, "there is more to come."


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[landiek]

Venus kissed Eros' lips as if dying of thrist and rocked her pelvis forward to his thrusting. She welcomed the spray of heat and wanted to beg for this to happen but knew Eros' heart well.

Venus began to softly pant to the thrusts that Eros delivered. The uttered promises made her hotter and wetter with each plunge and still her youthly lover gave her chilling pleasures that no other ever could.

"Pray sweet Eros, my delight of life. Yeild into me, spring forth the wellspring and bathe me with thine fire. Pleasure me with your lusts, engulf me to your desires."

Ares turned red hearing the words of a Goddess, How could she make such a statement and soon others were buzzing about what they believed she said and meant.

Vulcan gripped his tankard in his massive hands as his darker side gained the upper hand of his mind. Venus wanted another child but refused him, he Vulcan the god that once was her husband. Now he seethed with anger as he watched the pair of lovers tear his heart in two.

 

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Eros could but bask in Venus's words, her radiance bathing him with light, a beautiful light that outlined the lovers in the club. "Oh, yes, my mother, my mother... I shall... I shall..." Eros closed his eyes, allowing the wave of pleasure take him. He cried out in release, as his full cock filled his mother's quim with his white milky warmth. His body tensed, as come flooded Venus' sex, his seed dribbling down, golden droplets falling to the carpet. "Ahhh.. that was wonderful, my love. Now please, please take my cock within your mouth and restore it to hardness. For I love thee, and wish to pleasure you more."

OOC: Love what you're doing with the other Gods. Ummmm... if you're open to bisexuality, I can get as far as bringing Psyche in to better reconcile with Venus...


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[landiek]

Venus lowered to her knees, a sight that made all drool worse. Even Ares longed to be the one that sweet Venus worshiped as he calculated how to start a small war thus breaking into the midst to spirit the goddess away to ravish himself.

Her lips of wine moved over her beloved Eros with hunger. Her tongue teasing every inch of his flesh with vibrations. Just watching her move up and down the length was a heavenly sight. Without losing pace Eros felt kisses along the base while she was bobbing. The soft sound of her inner song begging the member to return to such glory to please themselves in golden love.

Venus had forgotten how the veins bulged on Eros' cock as she lapped the edge of her tongue to open the slit to receive her life kiss. How moist the hold was and how her gentle breathe stirred the soft tangle of curls that shaded Eros' ever youthful balls.

Arise sweet flesh and please thy Mother Venus thought as she wormed the fullness down her throat with a soft moan of passion.

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OOC: I'm game on that note sug.... bring her in
Landi

 

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Eros laid his head back in delight, as Venus kissed him, lightly, deeply. He felt the nibble on his chin, the tip of her tongue pressing against his neck. Soft kisses brushed against the hair of his chest, and the tongue again swirled around his nipples, causing him to gasp lightly. His body undulated a bit, and his shaft reacted as well, a hint of turgidness showing the result of Venus' ministrations. The tongue traced an outline of the muscles on his firm belly, eventually lingering within the hairs of his pubic. His shaft was rising, and he felt her warm mouth taking his cock into her. "Oh, mother... oh, mother..." Eros gasped, Venus returning him to hardness once again.

OOC: Mmm...


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[landiek]

Venus delighted in her pleasure seeking the thrill of near mortal lust. Yet she the goddess of Love gave only to her true love. She licked about the base of Eros' cock once more then waved away the tables that hindered them, creating a mist of silver forming into billowy clouds.

"Come my sweet Eros and claim the gift I give only thee." She reclined upon her creation and awaited her lover with gleaming eyes

 

[Fantasies-only]

OOC:
Pardon me for interrupting (I will edit out this post if wanted).
I wouldn't normally go against the poster's wishes like this, but I wanted to clear some things up for the readers before I get into it and bring in other gods.

Apollo is Venus' friend, but she also had a thing for him when she was young.
Except for that one time when they were children (changed to legal age for the forum), she never followed through.

Up until the time he married Hera, Venus made love to her father, Zeus (she was originally the muse of romance and intimacy).

She first married Vulcan, who would regularly beat his wife.
She left him for Aires, who was short fused, verbally abusive, and kinda dumb.

After Zeus found out about his brother's abuse, he proclaimed what would be considered nowadays as a restraining order.

During the time she was married to Aires, she would fool around with her boyfriend Hermes, who bedded Venus and fathered Eros (he was castrated).

Venus cheated on both gods with Poseidon (one night only).
Poseidon was thought to be Eros' biological father since they both have wings, but Eros is so beautiful, he may be Hermes' child as well.

When Venus left her next husband, Poseidon (always too busy for her), she went back to Aires and begged her forgiveness for an earlier event, and that's where we are now.

Athena is Venus' best friend and confidant.
She also is caretaker of Eros when Venus is away.

Just thought you'd like to know, now on with the story.
Next post - IC

 

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Eros smiled as his mother made the room a little more like home, the billowy clouds of Mount Olympus, rather than the ratlike cubbyhole of the club. The eyes of Eros feasted on her delicious body, the silver glint of the diaphanous clouds touching, roaming, and covering across her body. He smiled as he walked towards her, the cool mist caressing his body as well, refreshing his skin with its dewlike touch. He slowly kneeled into the mist, touching his mother's legs, spreading them like the flowerly orchid Venus was. His lips touched her inner thigh, his head just under the clouds, the warmth making its way down towards the wetness of her sex. His hands, too, made slow circles around her legs... thighs... beautiful ass. The cloud supported their weight, yet did not interfere with their touch. Such was the providence and glory of Venus.


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As Aries watched this scene, his grumble got louder turning into growls, his face turned beet red, and steam literally came out of his ears like a teapot boiling over!
A black cloud started to form over his head.
Lightning split the ground, and pillars holding up the roof were shaking.
Dust and debris was everywhere, but Venus was so into it, she didn't care her current husband was watching and angry, and Eros was too busy to even realize what was happening.
Aries stormed out of the pub, and didn't even watch where he was going.

Never being in a pub before, Athena decided she would finally try some ale, even after her father specifically told her not to consume the human beverage.
Athena was 19 already, and decided she was old enough.
On her way, she bumped into an enraged Aires who wasn't looking where he was going.
<"What's up with him?"> Athena wondered.

[The dark cloud had disappeared in the building, but dust and debris lay all around. Eros is fucking his mother Venus vigorously, on a stage set for the pub's entertainment.]

Athena opened the door and came inside in a non shalant manner.
Going up to the counter, Athena saw all the broken goblets and cracked steins all around, but didn't think anything of it.
She asked the barkeep (a very cute girl with blonde pigtails and a cute barmaid's outfit that just barely covered her nice plump breasts and her great looking cleavage) for the most common beverage a human might drink.
The barmaid gave Athena a cup of milk, fresh from the cow she just milked.

Venus let out a loud moan, and Athena froze.
Remembering all the times Venus ran off with her boyfriend Hermes, she was in shock and dropped the ceramic cup with a dropped jaw.
As the cup shattered, Venus opened her eyes and turned her head slightly.
Seeing her best friend watching her get fucked by her son, got her really wet again.
Motioning to Athena to join in, Athena felt a bunch of feelings mixed together, shock and confusion, embarrassment, humiliation with guilt, but most of all, titillation which overpowered everything else.
At Athena's vantage point she could see Eros' wings extend straight out, as if they were an extension of his erect penis.
She thought maybe Venus got back together with Poseidon and Aires found out about it, but Poseidon had a different kind of wing.
She went to the other end of the pub to get a better look, and saw to her horror, the boy she took care of years ago, is now a man fucking his own mother! (OOC: You're not supposed to think about the fact that Athena is 1 year younger than Eros.)