Olympic Desires IC Thread

[LongshanksSierra]

"Chaste Huntress," Ares smiled, "Perhaps you should take a page from your brother and not swear to something before you know what it is." He reached out slowly and brushed the back of his fingers over her bare shoulder, drawing them steadily down her arm. "It might not be something you wish to part with so easily."

The god of War let his thoughts drift for a moment, an alliance with Artemis could have benefits. But the chief benefit in prolonging the conflict outside the war for Crete would serve Ares even better. War between the gods would once again spill out into the mortal world, even when the last sword stroke had fallen on Crete itself.

Artemis did not flinch at his gaze and if she interpreted his thoughts, or was offended by them, it didn't show.

"Ever the cool Huntress," he remarked, "Passionless and determined in her pursuit. How many long nights have you spent chasing your prey. You probably understand better than anyone the pursuit of an elusive and worthwhile goal. I'd suggest putting those skills in your desire to see my mother and your queen overthrown." His fingers brushed slowly back up the goddess' arm. "And in return I ask for such a small thing, a mere pleasant diversion."

 

[FenixZero]

Poseidon stood perfectly still as he stared over the balcony overlooking the oceans of the world. Bracing his thick corded arms against the railing, his eyes sparkled lightly as he watched the rosy red and gold of the rising sun began to wash across the surface of his oceans, returning them to their former majesty. A slight and barely noticeable smile played on the Sea God's lips as he watched his oceans, his anger momentarily satiated.

Artemis would soon follow her brother's example as she always did and it was only a matter of time before the moon returned to it's duties as well. Soon his ears would once again be treated to the wonderful chorus of the tides crashing against the sand. The war between mortals had yet to begun in earnest, and the Olympians were still choosing sides and yet Poseidon had already gotten what he wanted. His oceans were to be restored fully, and soon the sailors would be offering him tribute once more.

It had been by Zeus' command and not his that would force Artemis to restore the moon, but Poseidon knew how deeply it would hurt the huntress' pride to give the Sea God what he wanted. Better still was that Hera had not lifted a finger in his aide. He owed the Queen of Olympus nothing.

"Father...if I may?" Triton offered. The Ocean's messenger had delivered his command to the Ketea, and true to his threat, even now the terrible beasts of the sea were unleashing Poseidon's fury on the island of Delos. He would delight in listening to the twins worshipers cry out in despair as the monsters swallowed them alive.

Artemis.

The huntress' insult still stung his pride, her taunts still ringing in his kingly ears. Something needed to be done to properly show the goddess of the moon her place. It brought back memories of Demeter. He had lusted for his sister even though she spurned his advances, turning into a mare to escape him. But the God of the Sea would not be denied, and as Aphrodite's lusty urging ran in his ears he turned into a stallion and mounted his prey. By the end Demeter was his. It was that day that he decided that the horse would possess a truly impressive endowment.

Perhaps the goddess of lust and carnal desire could make herself useful again?

"Triton. Go and find Aphrodite and bring her to me"

"As you wish Father"

 

[Erin_]

Artemis

She wanted to pull back from his caress, but she knew to do so would be to show weakness. She had done too much of that lately, and so she stood, pretending that his sword calloused hands did not send chills through her lithe and graceful form.

Her eyes though...remained stoic and resolute throughout. A smile tugging at the corner of her lips when he called her passionless. There were few among the gods who truly understood her.

"There are many types of passion.." Apollo's words to her once echoed back as she stood there before Ares. He had been stroking her arm in a similar fashion. "You possess all save one my lovely sister...and that is merely waiting to be awakened."

And so, she repeated those words to Ares, a slow fire flickering in the depths of her fathomless eyes. "There are many types of passion Ares. But yes...I am a patient hunter." The light began to dance in her eyes as she was swept up in the song of the hunt. "This quarry will fall like any other. She will be worn down, and she will make a mistake."

Those savage midnight eyes refocused, looking down at where the god of war's hand still stroked her arm, "But come...I haven't the time nor skill for guessing games. I have told you that...whatever your price, I will do what I can to meet it." She met his gaze again, her head tilting curiously as she regarded him, beside herself perhaps the most straightforward of the gods. "I am well aware, as are you, that there is no such thing as a small favor on Mount Olympus."

 

[impish_pixie]

Aphrodite

Aphrodite was pleased with the timing of the Thunder God’s arrival, had she planned it she could not have arranged for a situation that put her in a better light. True, she had just accepted an exquisite bauble from the Sun God, but the mightiest of the Gods could not begrudge her an extra trinket, especially now that Hephaestus was not likely to make her anything new for a while. Zeus did see her affirm her loyalty to him, of her own will, not while he was standing over her making feel like she should side with him or else….
Admittedly, she liked the “or else…” feeling but it was nice to make a decision on her own occasionally. Like the decision not to satisfy her desires, and accept the offer of Apollo’s touch. She did not take advantage of one of his favorites, that too, should please the King of the Gods.

Zeus looked at Aphrodite taking her attention away from her private, rather smug, thoughts, "Send Deimos to Siros, my dear, and let him there reside for a time. We shall see if the warriors of Siros hunger for battle when their families live with dread."

Aphrodite smiled and bowed her head, “Yes, my lord, I will send him immediately. Deimos will be honored to serve you and spread fear at your command. Perhaps, once the battle begins, young Phobus can cause a panic leaving your enemy’s forces disjointed and useless on the field.”

He smiled at the pair of them. "My wife is otherwise occupied, at the moment, so the time to act is now."

At this, Aphrodite’s gleeful smile nearly bubbles into laugher, she resists only because she does not know how Zeus feels about wearing the horns of cuckold. Her advice to Hermes was sound, but she had no other involvement. An undeniable light shines in her eyes at the thought of pious Goddess of Matrimony committing adultery. She will not sit so smugly on her pedestal any longer. If she gives me just one more speech about Honor and Wifely Duty, I can laugh in her face.

She smiles at the beautiful Sun God as he leaves to do his father’s bidding. He is quite lovely; it really is too bad… With a mental shrug, she returns her attention the King.

The gold tips of her dark lashes brush her cheeks before she looks up to him, “My lord, I know nothing of great schemes and battle plans, but, as always, I and mine are loyal to you and our services and skills are yours to command.”

 

[brigid_fitch]

Pressed cruelly against the marble wall of the bath, his hands holding her fast, his body lurching against hers, Hera could do nothing but gasp with each of Hermes' thrusts. She had asked him to show her his power and now she found herself powerless beneath him like this. So unlike Zeus--his lithe body, sinewy arms, slender hips. He was like a coiled spring, exploding against her, trapping her where she stood. And she reveled in the moment.

He grabbed her finely-arranged hair in one fist, sending pins and combs flying, wrenching her head back as he drove into her. A deep moan escaped her blood-red lips as the shock of his actions ran through her. Despite herself, she thrilled at being taken in such a fashion, like two animals rutting in one of Artemis' forests. The walls of her cunt tightened around him, wanting more of him, pulling him deeper inside of her. The soft nips he gave her along her shoulders and back sent chills through her and she fought back the screams of pleasure. She could hide them from the sight of the other gods, but she did not have enough concentration or energy to spare to muffle more than the sounds of the splashing water, her soft moans, and Hermes' determined grunts.

Even beneath the water, Hera felt Hermes' balls slap against her clit as he thrust into her, teasing her, driving her to even higher planes of pleasure and desire. He was relentless, tireless as he pumped furiously into her, occasionally pulling her head back with a firm grip on her hair. He pulled her almost upright, his mouth devouring her shoulder, neck, and finally her mouth. The kiss was insistent and unyielding, as though having been denied for so long, neither was willing to break it. Hermes held her against him, thrusting deeply into her, his cock sliding in and out of her warm pussy. Hera moved in time with him, grinding against him, her clit crying for attention. Her free hand snaked between what little room existed between her body and the marble wall. It found her neglected clit and she began to vigorously rub it, feeling her orgasm quickly build. A small knot began to form in her stomach as she pressed harder against her pussy. White hot, it spread throughout her body and she lost Hermes' rhythm as it overtook her. Biting her lip, stifling the scream that welled up inside her, her body shook as waves of pleasure washed over her. But Hermes never stopped, never slowed, as though he were commanding that same wave as confidently as Poseidon would the sapphire seas.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

"I have no more use for minced words than you do," Ares smiled. "Very well, in truth I want no more than what anybody wants, god or mortal. A thing I have never had. I desire you." He stepped closer to her, their bodies nearly touching as his hand moved to her throat. "Your lustful embrace."

His war calloused hand moved over her skin, his fingers rough on her alabaster form. "I know you do not usually indulge in such passions, even with other immortals. Perhaps that is why I desire to taste them. Perhaps it is simply that we are so alike, each infused with a fire that no other immortal understands."

"I am the god of War. You, the goddess of the Hunt. Those who worship us do so with the blood of their victims." Ares bent his face close to her neck, the scent of the wood glade under the night wafted from her raven hair. Her eyes burned with moon and starlight. "I want to know the fire that's in your blood. And I think you want to know mine. Join with me, luxuriate in my bed, and I will join you on your hunt."

 

[poohlive]

Could there be no other relief? No other pleasured strain, no moment that could ever feel as good or taste as sweet? Hermes did not think so. He had stolen a lot of kisses in his times, danced with a lot of girls, made love to many he should not have, but this moment, this in its entirety took his breath away.

What he did bordered on madness, and yet he could not stop. From the moment he plunged into her depths he knew he couldn't stop. He could only continue forward, moving with bold articulate steps, daring and brass, as he always was. Hermes could no more change his stripes than a tiger.

He offered no kindness when he fucked her. No gentle sweeping of her sex. Everything became hard, brutal even, almost forced. The way they rocked against the water, how he pushed her foward further and further. His body slapping into hers, pulling her back with each stroke, hands on her hips, grabbing her hair, treating her like some common whore, some mere mortal who would give everything to have this one moment.

But his kiss destroyed everything. His kiss blew away whatever facade he tried to put up in this moment. When his lips touched hers, when they pounced all over her creamy skin, and found her waiting to kiss back. That kiss brought him to this moment.

Hera, his dear sweet Hera. The one he had flirted with since he first laid eyes upon her. The one he shot daring glances across when she sat beside her husband. Yes, even loving and faithful and holding hands with Zeus, he still lusted after her.

It all came out in that one kiss. She drew it out of him, she drew deep, the well of Hermes rarely held such truth. But that kiss was one of them, that kiss revealed more of him than anything else. He put everything into that kiss, his passion and lust, the fine gasp of breath as his tongue came out to chase after her own.

He thrusted harder, faster. He wanted her to cry out, to scream her pleasure. Let Olympus hear it, let the world quake in knowing Hera was pleased by Hermes, Hera longed for only him.

He would not be able to last much longer, not the way her cunt grabbed him, or how she continually matchied his pace, but he would go as long as he had to, giving it to her until the very end.

 

[Otto26]

Zeus

Zeus laughed deeply, a sound that reverberated off the walls of Olympus, at Aphrodite's claim.

"You know nothing of schemes? I remember a golden apple and a generation of war. Too I remember the golden fleece and the manner in which it was stolen. You may know nothing of brute strife, but I'll match you against any of my children or siblings for guile, albeit there's precious little of malice about you. And you have been as faithful as any and more faithful than most, despite the marriage I forced upon you. Are my little affairs sacrifices upon your altar? Do you count me amongst your worshippers?"

He laughed again. "In any regard I will reward you for your loyalty, as I shall reward all those that stand with me, regardless of the outcome of this. My wife shall find herself supported by thieves and merchants whilst her worshippers wail over their dead, even should she prove victorious. And do not doubt that she might yet emerge so. She is, in many ways, more clever than me. But, like me, she is emotional. She thinks I harbor no regrets when I betray her. I wonder how she will feel when she considers how she has betrayed me? And I wonder how her followers will fight if she is torn by regret."

His smile was much thinner now as he considered what Hera did. She hid herself from him, so he could not see, but he knew. There were two sides to that coin. If it was true she was soon to be consumed with guilt, then it was also true that he felt the rage and... despair that she must have felt when he lay with others.

 

[Erin_]

Artemis

If his words surprised her, she gave no indication. She did not shrink or move back from him when he brought his body against hers, and she did not make a move when when his sword calloused hand moved to her throat, caressing her soft skin.

She did not deny that there was heat there...such a denial would be foolish. No...the touch of the God of War thrilled her, set her nerve endings alight as his hand moved across her bared skin.

He bent closer to her, she could feel his hot breath splashing on her skin, and her hand lifted, clever fingers curling around the nape of his neck, stroking the dark curls that lay there as she breathed in his own scent. Suddenly, she did want to know what fires burned within him...wanted to see how they matched against her own.

The thought was enticing...the offer to share his bed. There would be no gentleness...she imagined...laying with him. It would be brutal and rough...and wild. It was that wildness that appealed to her...that called to the darker side of her nature that none save Apollo truly understood.

But still...though her full lips parted in pleasure of his touch, her midnight blue eyes remained cool and untouched.

"What you ask..." Her voice was soft, throaty. "I cannot grant Ares. You know it well."

She did not move from where she stood, his body against her. She did not remove her hand from the nape of his neck. Leaning closer to him, her lips at his ear, she murmured, "But join me in this hunt...and I will make a twofold promise to you...delights such as none that you have ever sampled...and blood enough to gorge yourself on."

Her soft lips brushed his earlobe, wanting to feel him shiver. The tenderness of the act a marked contrast to her dark words...at the same time very much intune with the goddess herself.

 

[FenixZero]

Triton paused before the doors to Aphrodite's chambers. The messenger of the Seas could not help but hesitate before knocking on the majestic door leading to the inner sanctum of the most beautiful creature on Olympus. Triton had long served his father Poseidon and had seen all of the greatest beauties of the oceans, yet nothing compared to Aphrodite's singular beauty. But Poseidon had commanded that he bring the goddess of lust before him and the Sea King was not one to be disobeyed.

Bringing his hand up he wrapped three times on the door, swallowing slightly at the thought of standing before the golden-haired goddess. Waiting patiently for a few moments, he raised his voice slightly. "Aphrodite? My father the mighty Poseidon requests your presence."

 

[impish_pixie]

Aphrodite

Aphrodite smiles, her eyes wide and her practiced expression without guile, “My Lord, while it is true I do occasionally take pleasure from your worship, it is my nature, I cannot go against that, but I would never lead you astray. While there is no doubt your passions are great, when you share them with your Queen, I am doubly worshiped; there is the love with her that you share with no beautiful village maid.” She shrugs, and her expression changes to one of mock seriousness, as she casually toys with one of her curls. “As for Paris, I wasn’t the only goddess to be caught in Eris’ trap; he understandably found what I offer most pleasing. Would making Paris mankind’s greatest warrior or giving him dominion over all of Asia have caused less trouble than a little war between the Trojan’s and the Spartans?”

He laughed again. "In any regard I will reward you for your loyalty, as I shall reward all those that stand with me, regardless of the outcome of this. My wife shall find herself supported by thieves and merchants whilst her worshippers wail over their dead, even should she prove victorious. And do not doubt that she might yet emerge so. She is, in many ways, more clever than me. But, like me, she is emotional. She thinks I harbor no regrets when I betray her. I wonder how she will feel when she considers how she has betrayed me? And I wonder how her followers will fight if she is torn by regret."

“Thank you, my Lord.” She frowns slightly, as she considers her own future should Hera emerge victorious. “She has the strength to control her emotions until the battle is won or lost and then, no doubt she will feel her regrets as keenly as you do.”

A strong hand falls three times upon her door. Silently, Aphrodite turns her eyes to the door. After few moments, the slightly raised voice of Triton echoes through the wood, "Aphrodite? My father the mighty Poseidon requests your presence."

Aphrodite turns back to the King of the Gods. “Shall I see what your brother desires, my Lord, or do you already know?”

 

[brigid_fitch]

Just Call Her Guenevere

Her body sagged from the aftermath of the orgasm, but still Hermes held her fast, driving into her. He was almost savage in his lust, boring into her with no regard for anything but his own pleasure, sating his own desire. Until he pulled her close to kiss her again. And in that kiss was everything the rest of his body was denying her--passion, adoration, warmth, need. Hera lost herself in that moment, wrapped up in that kiss. To be needed and adored--when had Zeus ever shown that? With her arms outstretched before her, she braced herself against the marble wall of the bath, grinding herself against Hermes, feeling his need for release in that miraculous kiss.

Hermes broke the kiss to her great reluctance, grabbing her hips with both hands and slamming her body against his. His grip was vise-like, grabbing at her, scratching her, and she felt the rest of his body tense as his grunts became louder.

"Hermes,...remember where you are... and who lurks...outside these doors!" she managed to force out between gasps. She could not hide any more sound coming from her chambers, even as their lovemaking--gasps and moans, small tsunamis of water cascading over the rim of the bath, flesh slapping against flesh--echoed off the marble of her baths. To do that, she would have to concentrate harder, which would mean distracting herself from the here and now--from Hermes pistoning inside her, wild like an animal unbound. She knew Hermes' orgasm was near and relished the thought of him cumming inside of her. To feel that great flood of his hot seed within her, and a loud moan almost escaped her before she herself remembered where she was.

"Please...cum inside me...I want to...feel you." And she arched her back, craned her neck as she searched for the lips of her lover.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Ares enjoyed the sensation of Artemis' lips on his ear almost as much as the promise of blood issuing from them. Her words spoke of reluctance, but her body was speaking differently. Ares could feel the desire in her, the darkness and passion waiting to be released.

Ares hand gripped her neck, mirroring her touch but more forceful. Insistent even. "Speak not to me of can't goddess. I know only that we are immortal gods, free to de as we see fit. It is only yourself that chooses to hold back." His fingers pressed into her skin. "So seek not to barter with me. I am no merchant to be pawed at or strung along."

Artemis enticed him unlike any other Immortal. Many human women vowed to chastity, but could never hold true to that oath under the will of a god. For a goddess to remain fixed to such a pledge, Ares didn't believe such loyalty.

"Do not try to bribe me from my course with empty promises of un-named pleasures, nor with seas of blood. My desire is godly, and constant in that regard." Ares placed his other hand on the Huntresses hip and pulled her bodily towards him. "Unless you are willing to grant me what I want, you will not be able to count on my aid in your battles. I am not so fickle as to be bought with lesser goods. My lust is not so mercenary as to forget it's true course."

Ares placed his own lips on Artemis' ear. "I do not ask you to surrender to your passions, I ask you to conquer them through action and fire."

 

[poohlive]

Already it felt so hard for her to concentrate. Her mind, her body was focused on her sex being beaten, bruised and fucked like never before. He could feel her moans, mewling higher and harder, almost audible. If someone were outside right at the door they could hear her, they could here just what she was doing.

"Oh Hera," He was not subtle with his own moanings though. He was coming so close, already his body responded to her hot cunt just enveloping him. She gripped him, pushing back into him, matching his every stroke her her own accepting body, moving in with him, guiding him to where he needed to be.

He groaned against her skin, his throat opening to the sounds his body felt. Apart from their bodies slapping together, her wet sex being slammed over and over, now he moved to once more find her lips. He needed them now, neede to kiss her, to take her just like this, let her feel all his passion.

And he did. The moment his lips covered hers he pushed deep inside. He cried out her name, kissing her, taking that taste so perfect from her lips. His cock stuck inside, one hard pushed grunt and he spilled his boiling white seed into her. She milked him, her cunt rippling quakes up and down his cock, as he spent himself.

"Oh, Hera," Everything felt so good, so filled with desire. It had never been like that, not even with one of the nymphs he caught, not even with such a willing mortal. No, nothing would ever be like Hera, so forbidden, so wrong, so wonderful.

He slipped out of her, not because he wanted to, but because his legs could no longer support him. Instead he fell to the stairs underwater, laying completely relaxed, fighting to bring air into his lungs, still searching for her lips to kiss.

 

[Erin_]

Artemis

Those full lips curved in a knowing smile, a taunting, teasing one. Artemis could actually watch as the realization of just how deep and dark her passions ran dawned on Ares.

His hand tightened on her throat and she purred softly, an automatic response that she could not truly control.

What would it be to lose herself as he asked her to? The idea of it stole her breath, and those midnight blue eyes closed briefly, lightly as she imagined it.

But it went no further than that...

Inhaling deeply, Artemis collected herself. Ares touched something primal in her, something feral, that was true. But she was more than that darkness. There was a duality within her, a twinning of light and dark. And as the darkness must needs hold sway at times...so too did the light.

Ares placed his own lips on Artemis' ear. "I do not ask you to surrender to your passions, I ask you to conquer them through action and fire."

Artemis shook her head, her own lips still against his ear, soft sooty curls brushing his cheeks, his shoulders as she answered him. "You have struck more truly to the heart of me than you know Ares. You ask me not to surrender, but to conquer. But to me they are the same. To give in to those passions is to kill another part of me."

Her lips pursed, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his cheek. "But I have your answer. I will not count on your aid against Hera."

She moved to step back from him then, the expression in her starlit eyes unreadable. The sun had returned, she could sense it. But what exactly that meant to her was not yet known.

 

[FenixZero]

Finally feeling bold, Triton pushed lightly on the broad golden doors leading to the inner sanctum of the goddess of beauty. The youth swallowed lightly, involuntarily bringing a hand to smooth back a careless strand of his sea-blue hair.

"My lady?" He called out, the uncertainty clearly ringing through his voice. The messenger of the oceans bowed his head as he entered, out of respect but also, the young man was afraid how he would react to seeing the radiance of Aphrodite. Triton was the son of Poseidon and the Prince of the Oceans, but he felt he lacked his father's regal bearing, his pure force of will. Poseidon was terrifying in his displays sometimes but he was always a King. Triton spoke softer, his touch lighter, body from an eternity of swimming his father's seas.

But as his liquid green eyes settled on the beauty of Aphrodite he felt an instant reaction, his head suddenly swimming.

"M..My Lady, my Father wishes to speak with you"

Every instinct in Triton urged him to lunge foreword and take the ravishing woman in his arms, to take and her and feel the sweetness of her lips across his body. He wanted to feel himself sheathed within her heavenly insides and to hear her desperate cry for him ringing in his ears. Swallowing nervously, Triton fought to hide his feelings.

 

[Otto26]

Zeus nearly smiled at Triton, but his desires were too like the thunderer's to be made light of.

"Go, Aphrodite. I know much, but not all. See what my brother desires."

He sat upon a chair and began to turn his gaze towards Crete when a thought struck him.

"Take a mirror," he called after the departing Aphrodite.

Alone then, he concentrated upon the earth below, trying to scry the truth of the situation. He knew he was unlikely to see everything. More than any god in Olympus he was susceptible to Hera's manipulations of truth. He might know she deceived him, but rarely could he penetrate her deceptions and see to the truth of the matter. There was a power to matrimony that bound even the gods, and Hera was both the mistress and the slave of that power. Still... he looked.

The ships of Siros were battered by his winds and their sails were tatters, but his brother's waves carried the ships onward. They were, at best, delayed. The factions of Heraklion... bickered; they were united in their cause, but they argued about method and leadership. The champion he had given them would solve that problem, but it would be a deeply divided force that opposed Siros.

And in Siros there were already signs of fear. Deimos would find his task simple, Zeus thought. He considered Apollo's words and pondered possibilities. Ares would go over to Hera if Apollo used his maladies against the army of Siros, but something subtle might afflict them and delay the battle. Certainly worth considering. And his plagues could be put to good use in Siros, though Hera was certain to retaliate if they struck so brazenly at the core of her worshippers. An arrow that need never be launched, perhaps, but available.

Aphrodite was over-looked in this matter by so many who lusted only after the physical and forgot her temper, wit, and character. Her husband would certainly be of use, and Ares was ever trailing after her, dick in hand. Hera disliked the goddess of love, seeing her as competition and disliking the role she played in bringing worshippers to matrimony and hearth. How best to employ her?

Lost in thought, he sat.

 

[impish_pixie]

Zeus nearly smiled at Triton, but his desires were too like the thunderer's to be made light of.

"Go, Aphrodite. I know much, but not all. See what my brother desires."

“Yes, my lord.” The grin on her lips is quite clear and she makes no attempt to hide it before bowing her head a making a graceful curtsy.

He sat upon a chair and began to turn his gaze towards Crete when a thought struck him.

"Take a mirror," he called after the departing Aphrodite.

“Yes, my lord.” Her smile now evident only in her voice.

"My lady? M..My Lady, my Father wishes to speak with you"

The Goddess of Desire bristled at Triton’s interruption but then a small sigh escaped her, and she let the irritation that could have grown into anger to slip away. Poor Triton came at his father’s bidding; and she knew few gods short of Zeus himself would be willing to fail in any task ordered by the mighty Poseidon. To expect the young god to put proper etiquette before his wishes was more then her current good mood would allow… some other time, perhaps. So, her good humor intact her smile was full force when she joined Triton. However, as she neared him the nature of her smile altered slightly. She noticed the unusual sea-blue of hair, the deep green of his eyes but most all, the way his body retained its fluid grace despite his uncertainty. Such smoothness of motion could be… For a moment her private thoughts tarried over thoughts she would have driven from her head but her nature made it impossible. Instead, she picked up small mirror and after using to admire Apollo’s gift, she connected it to her belt.

“Your father wishes to speak with me, Triton? Yet, He knows where to find me, yet, he is not here, you are.” Her voice is soft, and moves close enough to him to lift her hand and push back an errant lock of his unusual hair. “I think you really mean that your father is requesting the joy of my company and he has sent you to be my guide. Isn’t that right, Triton? You bring his polite request not a bellowing command.”


“Oh very well” She holds out both of her hands. “Take me to him.”

 

[Britwitch]

Phaedra

The air was filled with the delicate scent of the temple-tree flowers and amidst pure white sheets, smooth and silken to the touch, the Queen of Crete awoke. Stretching with almost feline grace, she began to shake the heaviness of sleep from her mind. A slight frown creasing her otherwise relaxed features as something felt almost out of place. A dream, a vision, something too real to be a dream but too fantastic to be believed flashed into her brain.

"…Zeus Thunderer, Deliverer of Justice has come to you. Heraklion needs a ruler and a champion and you will be the vessel which brings forth both. You shall bear a son who will be a mighty warrior and a great leader of men. He will lead you in battle and will never know defeat. But he will never sit upon the throne of Heraklion; that task shall fall to you…"

The words flitted through her mind, bringing with it a rush of warmth throughout her body, a memory of a moment of pleasure that seemed almost too joyous to be real. Her hand subconsciously rose to rest upon the smooth plain of her stomach while her lips curved into a small but nonetheless contented smile.

Phaedra sighed and slowly sat up in bed, the smooth white sheets sliding over her naked flesh to pool around her waist, glancing out of the window at the stunning vista beyond. A smooth sea glittered in the early morning sunlight but her keen eyes were searching for things other than dolphins playing in the surf, they were searching for sails, for masts and ships. For the coming of war.

Seeing nothing to worry her she slid fluidly from her bed and, after pausing to wrap a sheet around her body she drifted to a small bowl into which she poured clear, cool, refreshing water. Phaedra smiled at her reflection in the still waters below. Skin bronzed by the sun’s rays, her dark delicately curling hair hanging around her oval face with almond shaped, warm eyes the colour of the sands along the island’s shore and of smooth honey. Her body was tall and lithe, with the rounded hips and generous chest that attracted many an eye and had drawn many to her bedchamber…besides her late husband, the King.

The late King of Crete had had no mind for ruling, besides knowing which of his courtiers he preferred to bed. He had been the sort who had been easily swayed by gifts, Phaedra had worked long and hard to maintain a silent hold over him and, through him, the kingdom. While her body had ensured he followed her advising on most matters without question, the alliances she instructed him to make were sealed between the sheets of her bed rather than in rooms full of advisors. Such was the way of the world, she’d reasoned, and now that her husband was dead she had strong alliances of her own to call on in this time of uncertainty.

Splashing a little of the water onto her face she called for a bath to be drawn, she had a day of meetings ahead with many of the various community leaders of Heraklion and wanted to begin them as relaxed as she possibly could. There was nothing worse than trying to seduce a potential ally with ones head throbbing. Although, as she reminded herself with what could easily have been taken as a wicked grin, she had a bargaining piece that no other could equal.
If she truly did carry a hero borne of Zeus within her belly, who could resist joining her alliance…?

 

[poohlive]

Achlion paused a moment against the wall, watching her form. He had stayed here many a time, seeing her figure either in full sun or moonlight. One always marveled such a figure, such beauty. It could not be found on the entire island.

He looked, several times. Women had features, goodly features, and they had some wonderful mind sets upon them. But it seemed as if the combination between the two were always off. Once could never find a girl with both, a girl to fulfill every fantasy.

Yet, she stood here. The king knew it, and had married her. Probably the only good thing he did as king, marry her.

"Phaedra, I am here," He spoke, letting himself known. He had to let himself known, if he wished he could remain easily in the shadows, unknown, unseen, just a pair of voyeur eyes like second skin upon her body.

No, instead he emerged. A true cleric of his own god... for Hermes dealth with many people, in many professions. This is what he was, who he was.

A man of many professions.

Some deadly.

"I thought you might like to know. The ships won't arrive for another few days. We have time to plan, if you so desire."

No information came free from his lips, but the view earlier did seem to deserve something.

"I bring word from one of the factions, milady. They are uncertain to join your ranks. They feel they should overthrow you. In fact, their message specifically to me was for you to surrender, and join them."

He handed her the tome, with the words inside.

"Just say the command, milady... and accidents will happen. They will understand the full extent of your power."

His power... but his power was hers. For he swore loyalty to her long ago.

 

[FenixZero]

Triton felt as if his insides had just been turned to jelly and the sudden closeness to this flawless goddess. The way she guided the strands of hair from his face, such a casual gesture, sent a searing fire rushing through every inch of his body. And in that moment he realized that his body had actually grown by several inches. Swallowing hard he lowered his head to answer, fearing the fragile hold he had on his instincts would evaporate if he continued to stare into the ravishing goddess' eyes. The sea-blue hair fell across his face again as the youth lowered his gaze, only to realize he was on staring directly at Aphrodite's heavenly breasts. The two, flawless shaped mounds, barely concealed before his eyes, urging him to worship and adore them.

"Y..yes M'lady" He answered, struggling to recover the strength in his voice. His nerves were beginning to fade away, losing the battle to the maddening urge to take Aphrodite, the way his father had taught him. Like a stallion taking a mare. But the Goddess of Lust had to sense his desire didn't she? She had to be able to feel the carnal desire that filled every lean muscle in Triton's form. "My father cordially asks that you speak with him."

Triton turned quickly, the son of the Earthshaker gesturing towards the doorway. He needed to put a bit of distance between himself and Aphrodite, to clear his head and regain his senses. More then anything he wanted to deliver Aphrodite to his father and then depart, find of the Nereids that splashed and played in his father's oceans and finally relieve the tension in his painfully pulsing cock.

As they walked the halls leading to the balcony where Poseidon waited, Triton couldn't help but turn his gaze back to the goddess, "My lady? If you'll forgive my asking...are the Mighty Olympians truly becoming so divided over such a small mortal island? My father could create a dozen such islands with a gesture...why is this one so important?"

 

[impish_pixie]

Aphrodite

“Oh very well” She holds out both of her hands. “Take me to him.”

Young Triton failed to take her outstretched hands but Aphrodite concealed her disappointment well. For now she would be satisfied with the knowledge the youth was aware of her charms. A smile eased its way to her lips; it did not take the slide of his gaze from her eyes to her breasts to tell the goddess his thoughts were no longer solely on his duty to his father. For a moment, she fleetingly considered testing Triton’s devotion to that duty but what had Zeus said, oh yes…. there's precious little of malice about you. She liked that, it was rare she received compliment that did not involve the shape of her breasts or the curve of her bottom or was not simply a prelude to the parting of her thighs. Her breasts continued to rise and fall softly beneath Triton’s eyes but the Goddess of Desire did nothing to make a liar of the King of the Gods.

"Y..yes M'lady" Triton answered, "My father cordially asks that you speak with him." He turned away from her, his eyes, his hand, and his entire body leading her to the door. His desire, his lust for her was palpable, she could feel it on her lips, taste it on her tongue with each breath she drew. Yet, he maintained his course with determination, and she wondered if he pursued all his activities with such... control. Really, the young Sea-ling was becoming quite intriguing.

Her thoughts pursued their own imaginative course as they walked the corridor to the waiting King of the Seas. Before they reached their destination, Triton turned his gaze back to Aphrodite, "My lady? If you'll forgive my asking...are the Mighty Olympians truly becoming so divided over such a small mortal island? My father could create a dozen such islands with a gesture...why is this one so important?"

He asked his question with such seriousness that the Goddess of Beauty felt compelled to subdue with courtesy the chuckle that rose to her lips. Instead, she tried to answer with equal gravity. “The island is not important; it certainly is not the reason for the division. It is nothing more than Hera’s chosen battleground in this round of her conflict with her husband. Of course, as I see it, at the base of the conflict is love and lust. Zeus shares his, as is his nature, and Hera would rather it remain confined with in the bounds of matrimony, as is her domain.” She smiles, “However, things can change.” They had, no longer was Hera the virtuous, loyal, long-suffering, blameless wife.

“As for the rest of us, we allow the division and chose a side, each of us for our own reasons.”

 

[MaiusImperium]

He had to admit the beauty of the earth was far more apparent in the sunlight, certainly compared to the complete blackness that it had been plunged into moments earlier, but there was little time to tarry in the wilderness. Above him, in the heavenly abode of his kin, the opening moves of war were taking place. Much had to be done. From Olympus the golden deity moved at speed through Greece. Even from here he could hear the plaintive cries and prayers from his home of Delos, he had already ignored their cries for long enough.

Apollo walked atop the sea-foam green water of the ocean without hindrance, he walked through storm and hail, the Isle of Delos was awash, battered on all sides by Poseidon’s lapdogs. As he slipped into the Island’s interior Apollo’s mood darkened, he and his sister would drive Poseidon’s repulsive beasts from Delos in good time.

Apollo found Antiochus, king of Delos crouched in supplication in Apollo’s temple and it pleased him that the king was devout even in times of turmoil. Antiochus was an in his twilight years, but even now he bore himself with a strength beyond his age, he was sure of foot and the years had been kind to his body; a small gift Apollo had granted him when Antiochus had been a young prince for his faith and devotion.

“Oh far-seeing Apollo, I plead for your aid and counsel, this shining Isle’s people have treated you ever with reverence and worship, foul beasts of Poseidon’s ken assault out shorelines, dashing ships and devouring our people; your worshippers. I ask only you grant me the foresight to turn these attackers from our shores, so that we may live in peace once more.” The king spoke to the alabaster statue of Apollo, which looked down at him impassively. It was then that the sun god chose to reveal himself.

An aura shone about the statue, the statue’s hair came alight in hues of gold and orange and slowly it seemed to come to life. Apollo stepped from the statue, wreathed in yellow light, his halo shining brightly, in his left hand he carried his snake-entwined staff and in the right his golden bow.

“King of Delos, your words are humble and forthright and your patron shall not abandon you in this time of great need. The gods are embroiled in conflict, and many would seek to destroy this island, driven by the jealousy and pride. I give you my word, no god shall sully these shores with war and destruction for a thousand years hence. Know that you will have mine and my sister’s bow to defend this jewel in the ocean.”

The king was humbled to be granted a vision from his god and pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to look upon the face of his divine patron and he was truly afraid. Apollo eased the King’s anxiety and instructed him to gather Delos’ strongest fighting men and send as many as could be told to the citadel in the interior of the island; for from Poseidon’s creatures.

“You must be strong, wise King Antiochus. Your people face darkness, but you do not face it alone, you have allies amongst the Gods aside from me and my sister. Dionysus has ever been a patron of these lands, redouble your sacrifices to he and my sister Artemis and they shall show you brevity as I have.” The king bowed his head suppliantly and made haste to his palace. For his part Apollo followed in the king’s wake, when they reached the palace he spoke again unto the king.

“Your son, Glaucus I shall have use of also, King Antiochus. Ever he has been favoured by me and I need someone of suitable beauty and magnificence to be my herald in these dark times.” The king was pleased his son would be divinely favoured and told him he would find him in the baths of the palace. Apollo embraced the king as a brother and left.

The god of prophecy and medicine walked through the palace unnoticed; he would reveal himself when the time was right. He thought long of Glaucus, one of Apollo’s favoured mortals. A man almost as beautiful as he, skilled with lute and bow, young and untouched by the years; Glaucus had been bestowed with Apollo’s gifts and he still thought longingly of their night of passion together.

When Apollo entered the baths he found Glaucus towelling himself off, and then the sun god revealed himself once more.

“Glaucus, my child. Come forth. Long have I desired to be reunited with you.” Apollo smiled warmly and approached the man, sparing a glace of admiration for the young man’s body. He was young and clean-shaven, he looked so much like the god Apollo save his curly mane of hair was dark bronze, not golden yellow.

“A…Apollo? It has been so long. What brings you to Delos? You must speak with my father, Poseidon’s soldiers attack our shores.” Apollo came to Glaucus and soothed him, he slipped his had into the man’s slick hair and stroked his fingers through it affectionately, his other hand rested on the warm skin of his shoulder. He spoke in a hushed whisper to the young man.

“Be at peace Glaucus. I have spoken with your father and counselled him. He and your people are moving to the interior where Poseidon’s creatures cannot follow. No more harm will come to Delos.” Apollo’s fingers tightened in Glaucus’ hair as the two of them slowly came closer and closer, until their bodies were pressed together. Apollo brushed his lips against Glaucus’ and the towel fell from his fingers helplessly. He kissed him softly, his breath mingling with the young man’s. Glaucus was so smooth, his flesh unmarred by scars of battle or course hair, his lips were soft, like silk pillows.

“I have missed you.” The mortal’s reply came breathily, Apollo could feel his heart beating powerfully in his chest. Apollo pulled his face back slightly and his hand slipped to the man’s chest, his palm brushed against his nipple.

“I have a task for you, love. War is breaking out amongst my kin, each of us shall need a champion, mortals of great skill to represent them on the battlefield.” Again tilted his head and kissed the corner of Glaucus’ mouth, the young man moaned softly at the god’s touch and pressed his athletic body to his needily.

“You must come with me to the Cretan Isle, there the fighting shall be fiercest…” Glaucus responded my wrapping his fingers around Apollo’s wrist and pressing it firm to his chest and down the flat of his stomach.

“I would die for you, Apollo.”

“I will not come to that, I assure you.” Their lips met again, as Apollo felt the young man’s arousal press against his own stomach. A few moments of bliss was not such a terrible thing; he could lay here for a while longer without risking his plans. To enjoy this simple pleasure was no evil thing.

 

[FenixZero]

"As for the rest of us, we allow the division and chose a side, each of us for our own reasons.”

"As you say My Lady" Triton answered back. We he asked his honest opinion he would still not have understood this division amongst the Olympians. But it was not his place to question. Triton was prince of the oceans, the messenger of the deep and the favorite child of Poseidon but he was not one of the higher gods. They were as far beyond him as he was beyond the mortals.

The hallway finally ended, emptying out to the massive balcony where Poseidon still stood. He appeared to not have moved so much as a muscle since he dispatched Triton, his eyes still fixed intently on the isle of Delos. The screams and cries of the people rang as high as Olympus' peaks, and Poseidon was not unmoved. Those who knew the sea king knew that his mood changed as often as the tides and a sense of pity for the worshipers of Apollo and Artemis. Those mortals could hardly be blamed for the foolhardy gestures of the twins. Perhaps an offering of mercy was in order. The Ketea's bellies were full enough and before long there wouldn't even be an island left. Apollo would be furious no doubt, and seek some manner of retribution.

But it would not be the first time Poseidon clashed with that beardless upstart. At Troy, Poseidon had offered his aide to the Greeks, and had granted many boons to help destroy the Trojans. Yet when Apollo had the opportunity to face Poseidon directly in defense of his city he had cowered away, refusing the challenge. He remembered how the sun god had not met Poseidon's eyes for some time after that. Apollo was no coward. In fact with his skill with the bow he could be formidable...but he was not a warrior. Not even a hunter like his sister. And he was certainly not a King.

Turning his head, Poseidon bowed his head only slightly to welcome Aphrodite. He had often referred to her as the most beautiful thing to ever come from his oceans. But he did not trust her. In fact he trusted her the least of any of the Olympians. She had a control, a power that exuded from her and she was supremely talented in using that power to get what she desired. Poseidon did not like to be manipulated, especially not by a woman. The King of All Oceans kept his mind focused. He need a favor of the Goddess of Desire, the last thing he needed was his senses muddled.

"Triton. You may leave us. Inform the Ketea that their work on Delos is now finished." He nodded to his son, watching the youth bow his head and turn to leave.

Triton's hand extended outward, taking Aphrodite's wrist and bringing his lips down to touch the back of her hand gently. The sudden contact with his lips sent a surge of intense passion and desire coursing through him...and it had been the simplest of things. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like if it were her lips on him, tasting the salt of his skin, exploring his every... The youth was lost again in his mind but shook himself free to go carry out his father's wish. Sounding a long note on his conch he was gone to deliver the message and end the siege of Delos.

"Aphrodite." Poseidon turned back to her. "I have need of your influence in a matter. My brothers and sisters squabble endlessly but I care little for that noise. I am more interested in teaching one of the younger gods a lesson..and to do this I need your help"

 

[impish_pixie]

Aphrodite

"As you say My Lady" Triton answered back.

Aphrodite silently sighed. So the youth asked his question and was dissatisfied with her answer, what did expect? She had no great revelation to offer him. She rarely understood the lofty machinations of the others, she simply did what should could to protect her favorites and safeguard her own skin. When her infrequent forays on to the battlefield resulted in injury, she sought succor in the arms of the great Nyx. In the future, she resolved of heed Zeus’s comment that the battlefield was no place for her.

She heard the screams and pleas for mercy as she approached the King of All the Oceans; he had then carried to Olympus. Such large-scale pain and destruction was never her intent and she wondered why her fellows always seemed to willing to inflict so much to further their goals. They lack my personal touch.

Poseidon’s greeting came close to being insulting, a turn of his head, a small nod, certainly not he warmth she was accustomed to. She bristled at his lack of greeting and returned it with a bare nod of her own.

"Triton. You may leave us. Inform the Ketea that their work on Delos is now finished." Her smile was affectionate as turned to bid Triton farewell. He showed a grace of manners his father lacked when he took her hand and placed a soft kiss upon her fair skin. She could feel the passion in him and for a moment, she shared it with him. However, she would not distract him from his duties in the presence of his father.

"Aphrodite." Poseidon turned back to her. "I have need of your influence in a matter. My brothers and sisters squabble endlessly but I care little for that noise. I am more interested in teaching one of the younger gods a lesson…and to do this I need your help."

A favor, always a favor. Aphrodite’s beautiful eyes clouded, favors for Poseidon always cost her dearly. The last resulted in the birth of the Minotaur and no one was happy about that. As for Demeter…. Experience alone would have been enough to make the Goddess of Lust cautious even if the current situation had not been so dangerous.

The clouds cleared from her eyes, and she wrapped her power around her as if it was a shield. “You are strong enough to distance yourself from these squabbles; neither side ever wishes to see you firmly in the arms of the other. You are a powerful player in the Olympian games; I am little more than a pawn with a gift to be used at the command of those with more dominant strengths.”

Her manner altered slightly, and Beauty appeared vulnerable. Eyes of sea-foam lifted to eyes of stormy depths, “I must walk a very fine line, but I have not forgotten the sea is my genesis and it holds a special place in my heart. What is it you ask of me?”