The Games Gods Play

[AngelofDeath]

(closed for myself and LordNightDragon)

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and its been going on since the dawn of time. The Greeks didn't just pull the idea of the Olympics out of thin air, truth was they were the first to ever commit copyright infringement. The Olympic Games were a very watered down version of the Pantheon Games. Every hundred years or so every pantheon across the world gathered together to flex their godly muscles for the chance to earn the bragging rights as being the best for the next century AND a sizable energy boost. Of course as time went on and with the emergence of Christianity and Science the Gods became even more dependent on the games to make up for the energy lost with the decline of their respective followers. The rules were pretty straight forward and the competitions, reflective of whatever deities were competing. War gods did what they did best, fight. Gods of Love relied on their looks to win their portion of things, and so on. Of course as with anything there were plenty of rivalries to be found, the biggest one of course between the Greek and Norse Pantheons. No one as quite sure what had tipped things off but the rumor was that Zeus had tried to plant his flag with Freya and had gotten more than he had planned for. Attendance was mandatory, whether you participated or not, solidarity in the face of other was always a must.

In truth the rivalry had been a friendly one to start, until about the 15th century. From that point on pretty much all forms of diplomacy were out the window and any sort of fraternizing was frowned upon. The games have continued into the modern times of course, with some changes here and there to the rules and the various competitions, but the goal is still the same; power. The games have never been held in just any one place, as mortal man has spread out across the globe, so have the gods have had to become creative in their location choices to avoid detection. This year's games were to be held on one of the many vanishing isles. That Orb of Veils was the prize they strove to win. The orb held enough power to fuel an entire pantheon, no matter how large or small for a century. Last time around the Celt's had taken the Orb, in a surprising upset during the War God, competition, so everyone, the Greeks especially were not about to let that happen again. Eris, twin sister to the God of War, Ares and Goddess of Discord and Strife was especially looking forward to the games.

Loki, the trickster God of the Norse, had been bragging far too much for her liking that no could create as much havoc as he could. She of course saw this as a direct challenge and planned to show the Norther God how it was really done. Eris like many of the gods had kept up with the changing times and styles of the mortal world. Of course she had been a goth before goth was used in reference to anything but a Visigoth or architecture. Where her twin was tanned and dark, Eris was pale and dark. She sported 3 silver stud in one ear and 7 in the other, she had her bottom lip pierced with a silver hoop, a barbell in each nipple and a small silver sword dangling from her navel. Slipping on her black leather duster over the black and silver steel boned corset and the black latex pants she wore, Eris shook out her long raven black hair. The black was interrupted by two long streaks of red. One each for her nephews Phobos and Deimos. Out of Ares' four children, the twins were her favorites mainly because they had no aspect of Aphrodite to them. Not that she had anything against her sister in law, it was just that the Love Goddess rubbed her the wrong way. Then again hey were polar opposites, so it was to be expected.

Silver tipped boots clicked on the marble floor of her temple as she headed out to join the others. It was easier to transport as one to the location of the games. At least then, none of the junior gods got lost. Doing a quick look around she scoffed softly when she noticed Zeus had touched his looks up a bit. Her father suffered from the delusion that he was in fact the Sean Connery of gods and that it would be impossible for anyone, mortal, goddess or in between to resist his charms. From behind her she head area bark out, “Let's get a move on old man. We don't have all century you know.” There were perks to being the heir apparent, you could talk shit and worry about the consequences, never. Zeus just huffed silently as both Hera and Athena, managed to stifle their laughter as the wave of power passed through them and over them. When the immense glow faded they were on the island. Impressive as all their locations, this one had the benefit being resort style without all the annoying tourists. Of course be fore any of them could fully take in scenery, a wide shadow passed overhead. A quick look above, confirmed her suspicions, it was Bifrost, the rainbow bridge that connected Asgard to everywhere else.

“Come one everyone, lets go check in and get settled,”Zeus said and headed the crowd, of god, goddess, muses and junior gods towards the main gates of the vast estate that would be their temporary home as well as arena. He didn't have to speak twice, the less time they spent around the Asgardians the less likely any of them would be inclined to break the no fighting rule. Eris spared half a glance behind her to see if she could spot Loki in the disembarking group. She was going to enjoy knocking him down a peg, or thirty. Turning away from the multicolored bridge and its occupants, she followed her father and the others inside. Checking it was quick, compared to the old days when Zeus was half to rattle off the name of everyone one from their pantheon in attendance. Once that was taken care of Eris slipped her coat off and flopped onto the plush bed in her room. That was another great thing about this place. Space and time were literally folded upon themselves, so there was room for everyone. Impressive to be sure, but not out of the realm of the other powerful beings of the universe that were free agents so to speak. One of those being Kol, no one was really sure where Kol had come from or just how old he was but they were pretty sure than the same primordial forces that had given birth to the various pantheons had also spawn Kol and others like him to maintain the balance, to keep the Gods from truly overstepping themselves.

 

[LordNightDragon]

From one of the halls that lay on the outermost edge of Asgard, closest to the incomplete wall that looked more in ruin then ever worked upon; the roar of joyous laughter arose and filled the streets. But it was not the laughter of drunken heroes and Gods, with minds lost to mead, no it was the laughter of amusement and contempt. Within the hall Loki reclined, stretched over an oversized wooden chair, his feet dangling over one arm as his head rested upon another. In his hand was the most recent edition of one tabloid magazine, and others were strewn across the table beside him. The particular rag he was looking over was a copy of Star Magazine that had just hit press revealing more details, from an anonymous source, about the racy sex tapes of Rihanna and abusive boy-toy Chris Brown. The article sighting that contained in the tapes are scenes of Rihanna whipping, paddling and committing other demeaning acts to Brown while he curses at her and swears that he will get back at her for using him to indulge her twisted fetishes. He muttered to himself as he heard the horn sound off in the distance, calling all the Northern Gods to assemble at Himinbjorg. “Well it seems Eris or someone else thought that my last one about those two wasn’t up to par. Odds are better it was Eris though; I’ll have to congratulate her when I see her. She never could leave well enough alone.”

He tossed the paper onto the table with the others before kicking himself out of the chair to walk to the door. Once he stood it was revealed that he was lounging there naked, but with each step he took toward the door his body shifted into the outfit of his choice. First his feet were clad in black leather boots that came to mid thigh, laced and tied neatly with four studded straps starting low on the ankle and evenly spaced up to the top of each boot. At the tip of each toe were a triad of inch an a half long spikes that sparkled in the light of the hall. Next were the black jeans that looked as if they were painted on over his skin, except the shredded knees and the strategically placed slits below the back pockets that showed just a hint of flesh. His chest and arms were left bare revealing his pierced nipples. Both were done vertically with barbells; from the right hung a silver charm of a woman suspended by her wrists and from the left a coiled snake that circled under his nipple. His bared hands and arms flowed with interlocking lines of blue and green ink that swirled about in various random patterns from his palms all the way to his shoulders. From his shoulders hung an open stone washed denim sleeveless button up vest that stopped right at his waist. On the back panel of the vest, in black leather were the words “Power of Persuasion”. As he reached the door and pushed it open Loki tossed his head slightly causing his black hair to loosen from its ties and fall neatly around his face. His bangs cascaded down over the left half of his face shadowing his eye from all but the most dedicated stare. The rest of his hair fell in such a way that left his neck bare, the cut was short but full of volume. His eyes opened to the brightness of the day outside of the hall as he made his way to ride Bifrost to the realm below.

The games were something Loki looked forward to, even with Kol and his associated about to keep him playing by the rules, which he despised. It seemed his fun was mostly limited to the competition. On a few occasions he was able to get a few good shots in at the various other gods over the eons, but not nearly as much as he would have liked, thanks to the neutral observers. Once he reached Himinbjorg, the hall of Heimdallr, his thoughts returned to the moment instead of thinking on what was. As he walked through the hall he was greeted by all the others who had gathered there, each giving him little more then a nod acknowledging his presence there. It was an unsteady alliance that Loki had with many of the other Norse Gods, he and they both knew that it was better that they were aligned instead of opposed, if only they would learn to laugh at themselves instead of see things so seriously. It would make things much easier and less stressful for everyone involved. After a few more minutes Odin spoke to Heimdallr and the bridge extended down to the island where the games would be held this century, a vanishing island away from the prying eyes of mortals.

Slowly Loki walked across the rainbow bridge toward the island his eyes scanning back and forth as he came closer and closet to the island seeing whom he might spot. The Olympians had arrived shortly before the bridge reached the island and been milling about with Zeus at the head of the pack. Right before Loki could step from Bifrost the Olympians had already headed for the gates of the villa in the distance. Lingering a few steps behind the rest of them he spotted Eris looking in his direction. Damn she is dressed to kill considering we’re just getting settled in today, I wonder what she is contemplating and plotting, she has to be up to something looking so smug. He didn’t try to catch up with her, knowing that soon enough they all would be gathered for the opening festivities, instead he made his way and checked in and went to get himself settled in the villa that was reserved for him. Once inside his feet shifted back so that they were bare on the marble floor. “Ah much better,” he said out loud to no one but the walls. Even though the boots were still his own flesh he always seemed more comfortable barefooted. He went and poured himself a drink from the bar on the far side of the room before turning and making for the bed and stretching himself out on the silk sheets. Ah I do enjoy the luxury I get to experience here; always so much better then at home. The get away is nice; I hope things will be interesting this year so I’m not forced to make them so. At least last time Zeus learned his lesson about not messing with Freyja, but it was fun watching her put him in his place. I should remind him about that at the opening feast. It’s been some time since that tale was told again.... Sipping at his drink and reclining on the bed, Loki waited as patiently as he could manage for the call to the feast, but it was no luck, his need to spur things on was getting the better of him. Once the drink was gone he rose from the bed and headed out from the villa, again making his feet the boots he previously wore.

Upon reaching the feast hall he watched from a distance as various other non-mortal beings prepared for the feast later that evening. Seeing one that was to his liking, Loki got a bit closer and took up the appearance of the elf like creature and slipped into the mill of all that was going on in the kitchens. As he looked about seeing the various dishes prepared for the different groups of gods he smiled to himself as he reached into apron pockets and pulled from them various powders and vials, adding some of this container to one dish and some of another to a second. The materials he added integrating to the dishes seamlessly so none could spot them by sight. Only the Celtic dishes did he leave untouched. He owed them for the competitions last century and this seemed like a perfect set up. Slipping back out unnoticed in the bustle he shifted back once out of sight of the hall once again before returning to his villa.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Settling in had been and easy enough affair. Eris of course had flashed down a few comforts from her own temple. While her rooms were far from Spartan it didn't stop her from adding her own personal touches, which included reshaping and redecorating things and putting up her large plasma flat screen on the wall. They may have been far from the mortal world but that didn't mean she couldn't have her tv. Once that was done and black satin sheets dressed her bed, Eris changed for dinner. As usual everyone would gather into the large palatial hall to eat. Pantheons who were friendly towards each other would sit together of course and in the case of Greek and Norse there would be at least half a football field of space between them. It was like mortal high school really. The only difference was that Eris really didn't have a problem with the Northern Gods. There was very little they didn't have in common, except Odin was far more faithful to his Frigg than Zeus was ever capable of being to Hera. As dark as both she and Ares were, Eris still had the sneaking suspension that Hades had fathered them and not Zues. Pushing the thought aside for another day Eris transported herself into a steaming pool of water and soap for a nice soak before the feast.

Hours later Eris headed down towards the great hall. She wore a splash of blood red fabric. Short in the front it clung to her swaying hips. The same material rose up over her body, molding to her form. From the valley of her cleavage hung, a small golden apple. The same golden apple that had caused such a fuss and inevitably the Trojan war. Eris wore it as a reminder to the others that if they wanted to leave her out of things, they would get very sticky before the fat lady sung. Her hair normally pin straight fell in a wave of soft curls, making her look more like the War God's twin that she was. As she entered the hall as small shiver ran through her body, it set her teeth on edge, made her cunt slick up just a hint and firmed her nipples just enough to be noticeable. Dark hazel and green eyes scanned the room looking for the source of the tremor. Someone was up to something naughty. Even mischief cooked up by a god from an entirely different pantheon was detectable to Eris so of course she took notice of all the usual suspects. Coyote and Raven from the Native American pantheon, Anasi the Spider God, Hun-Dun from China, Adam Black better known as Puck from the Celts and of course Loki.

Taking breath Eris sighed, it tasted of Loki's work, whatever it was though she didn't plan to blow the whistle on him. Not yet anyways. Making her way to her spot beside Ares, she caught Loki's eyes where he sat, lounging in his seat. Oh yes, the Jotunn god looked far too at ease. If she had felt it so had he. smirking she made herself comfortable as a goblet of Ambrosia laced wine appeared before her. As she took the first slow sip she watched the servants star bringing out all the platters and trays of food. Everyone had meals to their own likings. Her own plate was laden with various meats, sauces, bread and veggies. Apparently though only she and Loki seemed to take their time with their food, while all the other assembled gods and goddess dove in. Before taking the first bite Eris made a show of wiggling her fingers over her plate as if she were indecisive over what she wanted to start with first. In truth she had just returned her meal to its original state. Plucking a succulent slice of roast lamb, and locking eyes with Loki Eris lifted the meat to her red full lips and took a bite.

In all honesty Eris had nothing against Loki. It was just the matter that they were so like minded and often times disliked by their more straight laced family that is seemed almost natural for them to butt heads. It was like some sick joke from the Primordial powers that two such beings who should be so compatible would both take no greater pleasure than getting the better of the other one.

 

[LordNightDragon]

Once back at his villa, Loki shifted back to his bare skin and made for the shower. After standing under the steaming water that cascaded over his body from all angles for several minutes he twisted the knobs off and grabbed a towel he wrapped around his waist before going back to the bed and stretching out. As he lay there he contemplated what to wear to the banquet that was only an hour or so from then. With a slight twist of his body he performed a kip up from the bed and landed his feet on the floor steps from the room’s walk in closet. After rubbing the towel over his form he cast it aside nonchalantly, leaving it to float back to the towel bar in the bathroom. Once inside the closet he snapped his fingers and transported a fraction of the physical wardrobe that he owned to fill the previously empty closet. He leafed through the shirts like pages in a book before settling on a long sleeve black silk poets shirt with a single layer of ruffles that went from the neck to the bottom of his breast bone. Slipping it on he laced it half way up leaving open a portion of his chest roughly as large as his hand laid open. Moving further into the closet he looked over the pants and selected a pair of leather pants and slid into them. After fastening the four buttons over his pelvis it looked as if the semi glossy material had been poured skin tight over him from waist to knees before opening up over his calves. Adding a pair of riding boots to match the pants and an amulet cast in bronze of Jörmungandr, the World Serpent, eating his tail to complete the circle of time.

Once Loki was dressed he headed back to the great hall where many had already assembled for the feast, even though he was later in arriving he was by no means the last one there. He took his seat with the rest of the Norse gods, picking out a chair where he could look out and see the rest of the gods and goddesses gathered, his back to the far wall of the hall as close to the center of the room as he could get. One person he did notice that had not yet made it to the feast when he arrived was Eris. I am guessing she is going to be fashionably late to make an entrance where all eyes are on her. Ever since Troy she has had a chip on her shoulder... I don’t get it she knows she is beautiful what does it matter what the mortals think. What we do we do for ourselves not for them. They choose to follow and worship one us because we are the one that matches them best. He let out a soft sigh and picked up his wine flute that was filled with mead, taking a deep sip from it before returning it to rest on the table. As he settled in he let his ears drift between the various mundane conversations between the gods and goddesses gathered, finding not even the smallest morsel of rumor or gossip that would be worthy of exploiting later.

Roughly half an hour passed this way and nearly all of the various participants of the games to come had found their way to the hall. Loki could sense that the servants were preparing to bring the meal forth into the hall. He glanced around and realized that the only thing that was delaying the food from being served was the presence of one particular goddess. Eris already playing tricks too I see, making everyone wait for you before things will begin and coming last so that all eyes are on you. Quaint. Not unexpected though. I figured you would pull something like this, so I’ve got a trick of my own ready. No sooner had he finished the thought and the doors to the hall swung open for his Olympian counterpart. As she walked into the hall Loki glanced over her from head to foot and a small smile crossed his lips. The outfit was suggestive at best showing off all of her best feminine features and the ringlets in her hair only added to the effect. The golden apple dangling perfectly nestled between the swell of her breasts caught his eye as she took a deep breath. It was then that he noticed the slight but still noticeable peaks where the blood red dress clung to her breasts. He raised and eyebrow and thought as he reclined in his seat,Damn she knows something is up and it’s getting to her. This could prove interesting afterall. Loki had nothing against the Olympian goddess, with whom he was constantly vying for the best prank. Frankly he found her incredibly attractive on various levels beyond the physical even with the rumors about things she indulged in. His eyes followed hers in looking over all the other gods who specialized in devious activities and he fought back a smile. To the best of his knowledge the others hadn’t noticed what he was up to. With the exception of Puck, he was fairly certain in his observations of them, but with the boost that Puck and the other Celtic gods had from the Orb of Veils, Loki’s best efforts to read him were thwarted. That was in part why he had chosen the Celtic god of pranks to be the likely suspect, aside from it being a first blow against him, it also was because he would mostly likely try to cover his innocence with the added power from the orb. When non could read deceit from him what so ever it would make him an even better target of suspicion.

Once Eris was seated and the meals were distributed and everyone started eating, Loki’s eyes were caught by Eris as she plucked up a slice of the lamb with a wave of her hand and let it slide lasciviously between her lips. At that moment he felt one of his pockets grow heavier with the contents that had been upon her plate. The added effect to the powders was worth the time so he would know if someone tinkered with his joke. Well if she wants to have a finger pointed at her as well so be it. For the fact that she has been doing her homework on me like I have been on her, she should know that I would expect her to notice this. Oh well makes the game more interesting indeed. Hmmm I wonder, that might just be worth getting smacked around for just to see the look on her face and see how she responds. The rest of the thought locked secretly in his mind with a smile. He also took to eating once she had enjoyed the first slice of her meal and he gave her a nod and a wink. With the wink he had slipped a small piece of paper with note under her plate magically with the simple words, “Just play along no matter what” scrawled on it.

Within a short time of everyone beginning to eat the magic Loki had laid early took full root. He did his very best not to look around to each table to see it for himself when the first signs of things started to conjure up. The demigods who bothered to attend, were the first to show signs. Members of each pantheon, excluding the Celts were forced to endure their skin becoming hot and flushed before breaking out into a rash of purple spots that itched worse then the fabled seven year itch. One by one the younger gods and the elders were struck with the curse as it took longer to seep past their powers unnoticed. Some broke into sudden hysterics of laughter, while others were filled with lustful need, others still finding their skin changing colors in cycles through all colors imaginable. Slowly murmurs and loud shouts began to fill the hall as the gods and goddesses took not of the effects on their friends and family. Loki felt the curse take hold of him as well and felt his body burning with heat, both physical and of lust. As the fever filled him, his sight became blurry as he started to glance around the room trying to see what was happening to the others gathered. It wasn’t until his eyes alighted on Eris that his vision cleared. Only she came through crystal clear, sitting there relaxed and untouched by the prank, but something was still not quite right about how she sat there shifting slightly in her seat as she sipped her ambrosia wine.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Eris was making her way to her next bite when she felt her plate shift. Sliding her hand under the table the note slid through the wood and into her hand. Everyone was so engrossed in eating and their conversations to notice her opening and reading the note. Just play along huh? The note vanished in a small flash of black and red sparkles. Going back to eating and drinking Eris was subtle with her observation as slowly but surely Loki's trick came into play. The effects on the demigods and the weaker members of the various pantheons made barely a ripple on her radar. As things moved up the godly ladder however, the goddess found it harder to maintain her calm demeanor. Taking a longer sip of her wine she tried to fight the growing reaction of her body. At first Eris had wondered just how she was going to play along until she spotted Athena having what could only be described as the calmest orgasm ever. The only real give away was the stifled moan and the way her hands dug into the table. Part of her wanted to just let out a peal of laughter at the sight of Hades going from his normal pale self to bright teal and the rest of her wanted to get back to her room and to take care of the ache between her legs. Damn you Loki. You had to pull this off now. If I leave they are going to suspect me The worst part was when it hit Odin and the other pantheon on heads. The ripple of power wasn't enough to send her over the edge but it was enough to have her clinging to to it by her nails. To the casual eye nothing had changed, but upon closer inspection, one could notice the flushed look on her face as well as the fact her nipples were quite possibly hard enough to cut diamonds. Feeling eyes on her she looked up and over and found Loki staring at her. It was clear he had dosed his own food as well. The bastard was very clever. They were going to have a small chat when things blew over as they were currently blowing up around them.

“Puck what the fuck did you do!” Mórrígan jumped to her feet. In typical War god or goddess fashion she was clearly pissed off. Ares had expressed that there was no other War deity that he would have minded less when it came to losing. She knew however that Ares also had a raging hard on for the fiery red-head. Of course she wanted to know about his sex life as much as he wanted to know about hers, which was never.

Looking over it became clear that the entire Celtic Pantheon was untouched by Loki's plot. When he should have been worrying about his own safety Puck was busying laughing his head off and enjoying his wine.“Oh no you don't this is not my handiwork, but then I am not going to be pointing fingers either. Union rules you know.” The demigods let out a pained moan as one as they jumped about scratching and digging at themselves. Of course the welts they raised were healed almost instantly. They looked fairly miserable, but when you came to play with the big gods you took all the heat and flack that came with such an association.

Eris shook her head and picked up her napkin to wipe the sweat from her skin, as she looked back toward Loki. This time to swell of heat in her cunt had noting to do with the mischief swirling around her and all to do with the fact her heated brain was entertaining the notion of getting to know Loki on a very base and personal way. She licked her lips and kept her eyes from taking in the way he was sprawled. Loki was more than attractive, but the last thing she needed was to get involved with him. As much as sh did want to strip him down and fuck him, hell she was ready to fuck him right there in front of both their families and the other gods. Modesty was never her strong point and odds were good he would fuck her the way she really needed to be fucked. Loki's focus seemed to zero in on her even more and the Greek was beginning to suspect that he knew what was going on with her. It was then the fact that Loki had changed positions, that really caught her attention. The set of his shoulders was very familiar as she had seen in any number of gods through the centuries. He was hard and trying to play it off. That brought a smirk to her face Well that will teach you to take your own medicine. Of course since she wasn't really locked in on him Eris didn't know that she was at the moment the object of his prank fueled lust.

All around chaos was exploding around them, and Eris began to slowly push her chair back. More than a few others were doing so as well. The other effects of Loki's trick became evident with more of the older gods standing. Several now had the lower bodies of snakes or goats. When Odin began to breath red and gold bubbles Eris made a rather discrete break for the kitchen. As she went though she was laughing her head off, her own powers dotting her hair with polka dots and her skin with stripes. The glamor faded once she was safely out of the sight of the others. Tears ran down her face as she was doubled over with laughter. Gripping the edge of a large table Eris laughed and moaned loudly, “Gods fucking Loki.” Her hair had fallen over her shoulders and into her face, blocking her view of the kitchen's doors. She didn't know what was worse, being this damn horny or being this damn horny and having no one to fuck. As long as the games were in play they couldn't just pop down to the mortal world unless it was part of the competition. They all had plenty of followers left who truly did believe in them and it would have been easy enough to find on to scratch the itch for the moment. Of course it would just be her luck because this one was a case of lust and need compliments of Loki it would take a football team or a God or two to satisfy her. Eris slammed her fist onto the counter top, "Damn it Loki, if I could get my hands on you, I'd..."

 

[LordNightDragon]

Loki’s eyes were locked on Eris, the effects on the other gods and goddesses lost to his eyes but Eris saw and felt the encompassing effect of the prank, resulting in her body reacting with desire and lust right before his intent gaze. In response he could feel his own body aching and wanting so much more then just to sit there and bask in the result it was having on her. As he watched her intently he forced himself to eat and drink more of the food set before him, for no other reason other then needing to keep up some kind of appearance. The haze that had him locked in on Eris was lifted slightly when he heard the shouts of accusation from Mórrígan to Puck; the conversation ringing clearly in his ears, and the laughter of the Celtic prankster followed by his nonchalant response brought Loki a small sigh of relief. Once freed slightly of his own spell he was able to see some of what was happening to the others in his periphery vision. Even though Puck denied involvement many fingers were still pointed at him, and likely many others were contemplating what to do with his hide in retribution for such a prank. He was thankful that Puck had said he couldn’t let loose union secrets. Although all the mischief makers knew how to, and often stirred up trouble on a whim, once their word was given it was as good as the word of any other god or goddess. Puck wouldn’t be the one to leak who did this, that left only Eris to consider.

As he continued to watch her he saw that glimmer of pure lust in her eyes as he shifted in his sprawl on the chair unconsciously displaying his own lust and desires for her eyes. Her sweat covered skin was a more appetizing feast to his eyes then any food that could be laid upon the tables of the banquet hall. The swell of her breasts heaving with her burdened breath, calling to him for freedom from their fabric prison, to reveal the stiffened nipples that would fill his mouth or fingers and ache against his tongue and palms. Temptation called for him to rise and strip her down right where she sat and fulfill the lust that fueled him. He still had enough of his senses about him to know that the reaction he was feeling was partly due to the concoction that his own food contained, but it was not the sole source of his desires. Eris was a kindred soul, physically beautiful and just as devious in every way as he was. What more could he want in someone to share a bed with. The only issue was her fiery temper, it could blaze as red hot as the dress that clung to her body. It would take perfect timing and convenient opportunity to avoid her wrath should she not take kindly to his interest in her.

The final blow struck a resounding chord that shook Loki’s body straight to it’s core. The reverberating effect from all but one pantheon head succumbing to the magic within seconds of each other. First was Odin as Eris noted blowing bubbles of red and gold, after him followed Zeus. The Olympian’s body appearing to whither and become less impressive, finally showing signs of age, instead of the eternal impressive youth and virility he was known for. Next Osirus became solid gold from toes to neck where he sat , the transformation spreading from his groin outward as his body shuddered and writhed. Finally Gitche-Manitou who had smoke pouring from every orifice in unending thick grey billows . It was at that point Eris made for the kitchen revealing her own version of the prank that she imposed upon herself. Once she was within the doorway and Loki knew he could safely give chase after the object of his lust, he rose from his seat and casually strode over toward the kitchen with empty flask in hand, seeming to get more mead while the attendants were otherwise busy. He pushed open the door to see Eris just as she let go of the counter and pounded her fists against it. Quickly he slipped the flask where it wouldn’t be seen as Eris cursed him and he smiled wickedly.

"And just what would you do if you could get those delicate hands on this body of mine Eris?" Loki was standing in the doorway, leaning against it with his right arm reaching to the top cross bean and his body slanted to the left, his ankles crossed, and his eyes intent on her, as if he stood there through whatever had been going on since she passed through the arch herself. “Would it be something naughty, something nice, or something down right mean and cruel? Can you blame me for wanting to have a bit of fun to kick things off? Or is it that you’re just upset that you didn’t think of it yourself, and beat me to the punch this time?” He stayed in the arch and waited for her response the door to the kitchen closed and all of the staff seeing to the needs of the recovering guests.

 

[AngelofDeath]

“And just what would you do if you could get those delicate hands on this body of mine Eris?” The sound of Loki's voice made Eris turn around quickly. It took only a millisecond to calm herself and her heaving chest down. Reaching up her right hand brushed her hair back away from her face. She sized him up slowly as he continued to speak. “Would it be something naughty, something nice, or something down right mean and cruel? That made the pale goddess laugh as she slowly closed the short distance between them. “What would I do Loki? Well that's the question isn't it?” Smirking as she gazed up at him, Eris purposely thrust her chest out at him, knowing the Northern trickster god was still feeling the effects of his own prank. “On the one hand I should probably toss you back out to the wolves and watch the fall out, which would by the way be very entertaining,” she drew her index finger down the middle of his chest, slowly, stopping just at the top of his pants. “And on the other hand I should do us both a favor and suggest we find someplace private and quite and make it not do quite,” as she said this, Eris stretched up on her toes and lifting her head so that she was almost kissing Loki as she spoke. Her hand was now lightly fisted in his shirt, holding her up further. Eris' eyes flashed before she sank back down quickly, dragging Loki back with her.

“And on the third and final hand, I won't do either. I'll give you points for making the first show of things, but if you ever do something that big again that has me ready to cum in front of every god and goddess know to man, I swear on my mother's bad temper I will make you wish you had never heard of me.” Stepping back as she let go, her goblet vanished from the table out in the hall and reappeared in her hand. Eris took a long and slow drink of the Ambrosia laced wine trying to quell the raging fire inside of her body. Not a great substitute for something much more solid and warm, but it would do for the moment. “Damn, Loki I mean really, could you have gone any bigger with this?” Her head shook as she laughed deep and long before making herself comfortable on the table she had been bent over. “Because of you I am sure Puck and the others would have a very nice time fucking the daylights out of whatever unfortunate junior gods cross their paths.” She took another long drink and ten set the goblet down. Both hands combed through her slightly damp locks, pushing the hair back behind her shoulders, leaving the expanse of bare skin open to viewing. Eris also made a point to keep her eyes on Loki's face. As attractive as he was, Eris didn't trust him as fast she could throw him and the Goddess of Discord preferred her lovers with a bit less risk involved, usually.

“So tell me something wise one, don't you think you may have shot your wad a bit early with this one? I mean for out little group it is about overall performance, to get the win. Or are you just going to ad lib it again this time around?” Of course Eris wasn't expecting Loki to come close to sharing what his actual plans were for the games. Like all of them Loki could lie with such a finesse you could almost just let it go. Anything he shared would be at best partially true and at worst completely false. With this one act though he had set the bar fairly high for the rest of them, which meant she was going to have to really bring her A game if she expected to win. Out in the hall, the commotion was still loud enough to be heard through the kitchen doors though it had died down substantially, which meant either some of the prank was wearing off or for the moment at least everyone had accepted things for what they were for the moment.

“So just how long is this supposed to last anyways? If I have to go around striped and polka dotted for more than a day I may just have to set your clothes on fire.” Eris sat back on her hands, stretching her body out in front of him.

 

[LordNightDragon]

“Now here I would have thought that you, of all those gathered here, would be the one to appreciate this little appetizer of things to come Eris.” Loki watched as the goddess leaned back on the counter with her hands behind her. The way she arched her body drew out the long lines of every curve of her flesh barely contained within the little red number that could barely be called a dress. “Don’t worry it shouldn’t last anywhere near that long, unless of course you’re not half as powerful as you portray yourself to be. But if that were the case you wouldn’t have had the choice of what effects my little stunt had on you.” The stripes and polka dots didn’t enhance her beauty, but they didn’t detract from it either, they were just there, looked past as easily as a tie used to keep hair pulled back. Loki regained his composure from her manipulations of his frame moments ago, settling in and resting one forearm against and opposite counter and leaning to his side. “I don’t much like the idea of running around flaming; men have just never really done it for me and let me save you the trouble of bringing up the incident with Svaðilfari. Necessity makes strange bedfellows for all of us at some point in our immortal lives.”

As Loki pondered a fraction of a second as to which of her comments to tackle next. Instead of just tackling her in his heighten state of lust, brought on by the same concoction of herbs and spices that had started the chaos in the dining hall, he licked his lips slowly and lustfully. He wished he had known where the mead was to wet his lips, but alas he didn’t so the lewd gesture would have to do for now. “And no my dear Eris I haven’t even come close to shooting my wad, as you tactfully put it. As for making other people shoot theirs, well I think you know how successful I am in that regard rather intimately yourself.” As he spoke his eyes drifted up and down over her body recalling the heat that was coming off of her as she pressed herself against him. He gave particular attention to her barely covered nipples that poked out against the fabric of her dress and to the hem that revealed her pale cream colored thighs. If she was really as close to cumming as she claimed, the insides of her thighs should be heated like a smith’s forge. The image locked in Loki’s mind and it made his blood boil that she was playing it so cool. The second option she had mentioned held so much more appeal then the other two, but he would address that topic shortly. “Don’t you worry that pretty head of yours about my overall performance; I assure you that I’ve got the stamina to go the distance and then some. Last time I was going ad lib because it was more fun for me. It isn’t always about winning or losing but how you play the game Eris. I would figure with as much as you and I go round and round on a day to day basis you would have that figured out by now. Too answer your question of if I could have gone any bigger for the first dinner I certainly could have, the effects were random imagine if they were tailored to each individual god. ”

As they talked the commotion died down even more; Loki could sense that the more powerful gods and goddesses who were the last to succumb to the effects were now returning to normal. He could feel his own lust for Eris changing. It wasn’t waning, but the desires were easier to pay less attention to; they were no longer the forefront of his thoughts. “If it was that carefully planned you and I wouldn’t be having this little talk and debating what it is you are going to do with me, instead option two would have been the only option and no one would be the wiser. It still could be the option you decide on, and I would be the last person to complain about that.” Yes it was true that it wasn’t very likely at this point but Loki still threw the suggestion out there. Eris was his ideal; she was dark and beautiful, mischievous and creative. If it weren’t for the fact that they contested against each other on a day to day basis for the worship of those who found joy in chaos, they each may have enjoyed the others touch centuries ago. It was a cruel fate they were of opposed pantheons. If that difference set aside they would make a formidable union, whose powers could not be rivaled by any of the other gods or goddesses; their combined strength would even surpass Zeus or Odin. The fringe benefits, in his mind, would also have their own appeal. He was certain that her tastes for the exotic and lewd rivaled his own.

“You wouldn’t throw me out there since right now the wolves have no idea what or whom to hunt. Fingers are flying at Puck but he won’t spill the beans, and if you point he finger that makes you look even guiltier. We three are the only ones here strong enough to know what is going on to the fullest. As long as we all keep quiet we get to be in on the joke and get away with it. So I am guessing I am going to get the pat on the back for a job well done and the threat of not making you near orgasmic around everyone else. I guess I’ll have to be patient for the opportunity to do so in private where we can fully enjoy things. If it does happen again like this and you do manage to make me wish I had never heard of you I will be greatly impressed. I’ve dealt with a great deal of torture from the others in the Norse Pantheon because they don’t trust me, but they know the need me around. Admit it Eris if I wasn’t around things wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.” He took the steps away from the counter he was leaning against and closed the distance to her and his body mimicked the words that came out of his lips. “We might fight over the same power base, but it would get dull if we didn’t have each other to push against.” His body was right up against hers at that moment as he stared into her dark eyes with his lips so close to hers as he dropped his tone to a whisper. “Think about it beautiful. I know you won in Troy, no matter what the mortals say. So why don’t we each get some more to drink like it was all we came in here for and we can talk some more about this more comfortably later. My villa, an hour past sunset. We’ll see if we can’t come to something that is mutually agreeable between both of us then.”

 

[AngelofDeath]

Eris sank her teeth into her bottom lip when Loki brought up the stallion incident. She had never given him any heat about it, directly but indirectly she might have had a good laugh or two over the situation. It was hard not to only because Zeus had done the same on many occasions only with human women being his partners. Truth was Eris had been impressed with his creativeness even if the whole reason he had to play filly was because he had picked the wrong giant to make a bargain with. “While that is very true you have to admit, when it comes to horsing around you are king.” It was a bad pun but it took her mind off having him so close to her once again and the insistent heat between her thighs. A heat that was fading, but far from fast enough for her peace of mind. Just as he let his eyes travel over her trying not to be overly obvious about it, so was she. Loki was right but far be it for her to actually admit that to his face, they were rivals after all. And it was a rather pleasant one at that, it wasn't often to find your competition could actually provide the proper motivation to out do yourself and them time and time again. That wasn't going to stop her from attempting to mop the floor with him and the other.

“And as for your stamina, dear Loki we'll just have to sit back and see. It is only fair. You don't know how disappointing it is to hear someone say they can keep up when they really can't and a ready to throw in the towel only a quarter of the way through all the fun. And not its not always about winning and coming out on top, doesn't mean you can't strive to be top dog.” The air was starting to drip with innuendo enough that Aphrodite and the other Love gods should have been there holding up score cards. She shook her head, no her former sister in law would probably be trying to bed Loki herself just for the bragging rights than scoring them on how obvious they were being with their thinly veiled words. “I'll count the lot of us lucky then that you went more for mass effect rather than technical difficulty and of course the showy dismount.” Taking another sip of wine, Eris dragged her tongue over her lip, catching the small drop that clung there. When he brought up option two, Eris arched an eyebrow at him. She wasn't going to give anything away, but it did do her ego good to know that it wasn't just her that was feeling the attraction. Once again points to him for being right, Tartarus if Eris wasn't so unsure of his motivations half of the time, option two would have come into play the second he had made his way into the expansive kitchen. Well maybe not the very second, she would have taken them to her room, just because she wasn't going to provide a show for every god and goddess known to man without there being something really good in it for her. Seeing her father turn purple with rage was not enough as amusing as it would have been. Sucking in a deep breath Eris felt more of the tension easing from her body.

Relaxing even more where she half sat half lounged, Eris cocked her head at Loki, “Has anyone ever told you over the centuries how annoying it can be to give away the game before the end of things. However you are right, I'm not going to toss you to the others, not at the moment anyways. As for the second part, its more of a promise than a threat. Any one can make a threat, its another thing to actually follow through on it. The Greeks have always had their own ways of going about torture and I am no different. I doubt Odin and the others would dare do anything I would dare to dream up. And if they did, well you learn something new about some gods everyday.” Loki was pushing away from the counter he was perched against and closed the distance between them. The base of her goblet made a loud sound as it contacted the table when the other god pressed against her. It would take very little for Eris to actually shift her position and wrap her legs around him and the urge to do so was very much screaming at her to comply.

The golden apple hanging from the neckline of her dress pulsed hard at the mention of Troy. It's mistress was not vain by any stretch of the word, she just had the kind of sense of fair play or at least order that should have belonged to someone else. Loki had moved up several slots with his compliment in her mind. “Who says I came in here for anything but a bit of peace and to keep from getting zapped for laughing at my clouds for brains father in the first place?” Taking up her goblet once more, Eris purposely pressed herself against Loki's body as she got to her feet. Eris brushed her hair back with a free hand a made a show of standing there, body to body with Loki before at last sliding past him. “I suppose I can take the time to not pester my twin tonight for some pleasant conversation.” It wasn't a yes and it wasn't a no. The Norse god would just have to wait and see if she showed up at his door. Without another word she left him alone in the kitchen. As the door swung closed the empty flask he had brought with him shook, it was now filled to the top with fresh golden mead, the smell of honey and apples filling the air.

Taking her seat next to Ares, Eris surveyed the massive table. Most were getting back to normal and it was clear the Celts had been holding in their laughter for much of the evening. The servants were busy switching out the now empty plates from the main course and setting down all sort of desserts. To her right, Ares, forever the chocoholic had a rather healthy slice of 6 layer chocolate cake. The smell of cocoa was almost overwhelming. With a grin the slice split in two and one half filled her plate. “Remember 'Res you have to keep that War god physique in top condition.”

Her twin show her a dirty look even as he dug into what was left of his treat. “ Why 'Ris I didn't know you cared. You might want to be careful of that frosting though. Wouldn't want to see such a lovely dress get ruined.” Ares chuckled as he rather blatantly stared at her fork.

“Do it and you will end up wearing it, brother.” She winked at him as she took a bite. Despite their banter the two of them were very close and had for the most part outgrown the need to prank on each other like most siblings.

 

[LordNightDragon]

Loki watched intently as Eris walked out of the kitchen, the door swinging closed behind her and blocking his view of her saunter back to the tables. He had let her say her peace, and anything more would have been banter between them. He was tempted to keep at it if only for the hope of keeping her close at hand. The old adage of ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ was particularly true in this instance. Loki knew that of everyone present that she would be his main competition for the games. No matter how much he lusted after her and found her a kindred spirit, the fates had other ideas for the moment. He felt the shake in his hand and glanced over at the carafe that he had carried in with him and saw it was filled to the brim with a sweet aroma filling his nostrils. “You just had to pick apple didn’t you Eris,” he said to the walls as he examined the contents carefully and wondered what she was up to, “just another instance of Troy coming into play. They learned to beware of Greeks that bear gifts the hard way, now just what do you have here for me I wonder.” He dipped his finger into the honey wine and brought the droplet that clung up to his nose and smelled it. As he inhaled the intoxicating aroma something struck him as amiss, whether some mischief was contained in the mead, or if it was just that he was still afoul from his own trickery he could not be certain at that moment. It would be wiser to play it safe and just save this for later, should she actually be ambitious enough to make an appearance at my villa. Where would the fun in that be though? Ah always left with the difficult decisions, it really is a disadvantage to enjoy a good prank from another as much as my own sometimes. He set the carafe down on the counter beside him and found another in the kitchen that bore a close resemblance to the first, but had a slightly narrower mouth and then set about to find the stock of mead in the kitchens. His search was not a long one turning up the rack of bottles in short order and combing through them, finding an apple and spice mead among them. He filled the second carafe with the contents of the bottle before replacing it on the shelf that was its home.

Moments later he was making his way from the doors to the kitchen back to his seat at the dining table. As he walked the distance he saw that the effects of his gag were nearly all worn off; only the weakest among the number gathered there showed anything more then irritation or outright anger on their faces. Each pantheon seemed to continue to keep to itself even with the chaos that had ensued. Pointed fingers were flying in every direction as Loki sat himself comfortably and poured himself another glass of mead. He chose the carafe he had fetched for himself this time, still uncertain if Eris had her own prank lingering for him mixed with the wine. I’m going to need to keep on my toes more so now then before. It won’t be long before the fingers are headed my way, as well as Eris’. He sipped the honey wine slowly his eyes looking all around the room, doing his very best to calm his body so that his anxiousness didn’t show.

As Loki looked about, he had the ill fortune to meet eyes with Zeus right as the Olympian rose from his seat shouting, “Loki you deceitful, arrogant bastard; who the fuck do you think you are? You impotent little... Why I have half a mind to...“ Loki looked dead into the eyes of the of the elder Olympian as he let a smile cross his lips playfully as he cut Zeus off mid sentence, “You know old man, if you bothered to look around, not everyone was affected physically by this prank that someone played. It hit me too and gave me a raging hard on that even you would be envious of. If it wasn’t for my penchant for metamorphosis, I likely would have lost control as much as everyone else. I can just imagine how much more you would be pissed if you were covered in cum along with two thirds of the other gods and goddesses here. Well maybe not all of them, but I’ve got just as much reason to want to find the culprit as you do. But wouldn’t you like to know who it was that spurred me on beyond the magical effects. Perhaps it was one of your lovely young daughters, but which one.” Loki wet his lips slowly making the action more vulgar then it need be. He knew he was playing with more then fire as he intentionally attempted to further infuriate his accuser. At this point his best hope was to anger and distract Zeus with other aspects that the culprit of the prank became secondary to what had happened to him as a result of his own handy work. He took a second to glance out of the corner of his eye to spot another commotion starting.

Eris was sitting beside Ares and one of the Egyptian gods was walking toward them. Osiris, still more gold then flesh, strode tall and proud to stop right in front of the twins. His hand outstretched and pointing right at Eris as he calmly spoke, his words taking all his irate feelings instead of their tone, “You vile, discordant, hedonistic, vulgar wench of a woman. You have no right to insult all of us as you did. Why I should see your little trinket torn from your throat and stuffed into your mouth like the Grecian swine you are. And yet you sit there eating cake as if nothing had happened, even to your own brothers and sisters! You are a truly degenerate miscreant!”

 

[AngelofDeath]

Eris nearly choked on her cake at Loki's response to her father accusing him. The mental picture was disturbing, depraved, and hilarious all in one. Considering how uptight some of the elder gods and goddesses were; such an event would either traumatize them for the rest of the competition or, at least make them rethink the whole issue of celibacy. While Athena was far from as virginal as most thought she was, dear Hestia on the other hand, would probably faint dead away from the shock of not only seeing a penis, but from then being drenched in a one man, or rather one god bukkake. In her case, Eris would have been hard pressed not to see how much more cum she could have worked from Loki, audience or no. Licking her lips as she placed another mouthful into her mouth she watched as Zeus's face became as red as her dress, while he stood there in sputtering and trembling rage. If she didn't already think Loki was impressive, the fact the Norse god had managed to work such a reaction from her father was enough to make her give him a few gold stars in her little black book of trouble. Before Zeus could gather himself for a second attack all hell broke loose to her left as Osiris came storming towards her. Well this certainly aught to be good for a laugh. The head of the Egyptian pantheon was as stiff as they came and entirely lacking in any sort of humor. Considering what had happened, he had gotten of fairly lucky.

“You vile, discordant, hedonistic, vulgar wench of a woman. You have no right to insult all of us as you did. Why I should see your little trinket torn from your throat and stuffed into your mouth like the Grecian swine you are. And yet you sit there eating cake as if nothing had happened, even to your own brothers and sisters! You are a true degenerate!” Eris barely arched an eyebrow as Osiris let off the steam of his frustration. Instead she finished the piece of cake already in her mouth and then proceeded to lick the fork clean as if she hadn't just been throughly insulted. Well bird boy certainly has his panties in a bunch tonight. Maybe Loki should have turned him to brass instead considering the set on him. And 'Res should be blowing his top in three...two...

“And just who the fuck do you think you are talking to my sister like that Osiris?” As she expected Ares jumped to her defense. Whether she had actually been the one behind all this was irrelevant. If there was one thing her twin didn't tolerate was someone insulting her. Osiris was clearly caught off guard, but the mask quickly slammed back down over his sharp features. The floor vibrated with the War God's anger, which meant Ares was keeping himself in check. It wouldn't do him or their pantheon any good if he actually lost it and tried to make Osiris eat his words, the hard way.

“This is none of your business, Ares. I was talking to that harlot you call sister, and I will speak to her however I see fit. I wouldn't expect such a brash and barbaric mind such as yours, to understand such things as respectability and decency.” The Egyptian was not only looking down on them both but talking to Ares as if he were a child. Eris knew she had to actually step in at this point. Ares was as hot headed as the next Greek, but with a much shorter fuse. Personally she really didn't give a damn that Osiris thought she was a harlot, a slut ,and everything else vile under the sun. Now what really bothered her was the fact he thought to bring her heritage into it, and actually had the balls to all out threaten her. Sure he probably had enough power behind him to set her on her pretty ass, that didn't mean Eris wouldn't drag him down with her.

At the same time as she was setting her fork down, Eris reached up and laid her hand on Ares' arm, stopping his next response. “Now Ares, we both know I am a big goddess, and more than capable of handling some narrow minded jackass in much need of tree removal service for that redwood up his ass. Finish your desert and let me handle bird-shit for brains here.” Eris was by no means quiet and had spoken loud enough for everyone to hear. Of course, all conversation had stopped when Zeus had set the ball rolling with his accusation of Loki. Ares just chuckled and returned to his seat, his eyes were still planted right on Osiris though. Sniffing, Eris smoothed her dress down, well as much as she could anyways, and flipped her hair back. When her eyes met Osiris' they were both cold and filled with mischief at the same time. A very volatile combination and not a look you wanted directed towards you on a good day for Eris. “Osi, do yourself and your pantheon a favor and open those big ears of yours and shut your beak. Let's say I did do this? So what? The minute we all sat down the dinner, the Games were officially in play and everyone fair game. Do you see Kol anywhere? Iden? Any of the others? No? Then kindly keep your opinion and your oh so carefully worded insults to yourself. Besides had it been me, you'd be minus a certain appendage again.” Eris laughed as she reached out, her index finger just barely touching the tip of his nose. “If you ever EVER insult my heritage again or threaten me, what Set did to you will be child's play. Tartarus for all you and the others know; it could have been more than one person. Sure the majority of us trouble makers are more than capable of doing this alone, but there are plenty amongst us who would need the helping hands of another or two.”

Just as she moved to sit down, the air grew hot and heavy. At the front of the room Kol and Iden appeared with far less flair and jazz than the gods used for entrances and exits. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Osiris give her one last look before returning to his own seat. By this time Zeus was seated as well. To mortals at first glance both Iden and Kol came off as unassuming, that is until you came face to face with eyes so dark and deep, you could drown inside of them. Iden had a look to her that was comparable to the Valkyries; tall, blond, and fair. Kol was the opposite, he was so dark he looked as though his body had been carved from pure obsidian with an average build. To anything non-mortal however, the aura of power around these two was enough to make even the biggest and the baddest turn tail and run. For a god to kill another it took an obscene amount of power and in many cases some outside help. For them all it took was a simple flick of the wrist and you just ceased to be. “Well spoken Eris. As much as you all are irritated by this rather extensive and impressive start to things, the person or persons responsible acted well within the rules for the competition for mischief and chaos; and as long as they continue to do so, there will be no retribution from ANYONE. If and when they step out of line, it will be for myself or Kol to hand out punishment. That is unless, any of you wish to take their place at the head of the line to meet with us?” Each and everyone of the gods and goddess, who were seriously pissed off suddenly found the tapestries and artwork hanging in the hall highly engrossing.

Kol stepped forward at that point and gave a very slight nod in Loki's direction, slight enough that it was easily missed. “Yes as Iden said a very impressive start to things. Now that she has reminded you all of the general rule to behave yourselves, we can move forward. Tomorrow we will be having two competitions. First will be the battle between the lightening and thunder gods, down in the main arena, followed by the Love competition. Enjoy the rest of your first night here and we shall see you all in the morning.” Just as quickly and quietly as they came, the pair were gone leaving the assembled gods and goddess to finish their desserts and make with idle small talk once again. An hour and a half later, they were all headed for their quarters. Eris had every intention of going to Loki's, but first she would change out of her dress as well as wait until the rest of the family had settled down. Knowing Zeus, he would be off trying to find someone to make time with until the battle tomorrow. After assuring Ares that she wasn't going to do anything rash, and to make sure he had cooled down himself; Eris slid into a warm bath, in the safety of her own rooms. Cold showers weren't her thing and by now the fire had died down to a manageable level. Relaxed once more, Eris dressed in a pair of skintight of black jeans and a simple corset top. Her apple sat on its usual velvet pillow on top of the fireplace mantel. There was still some time before Loki had asked her to come by, so Eris flopped onto her bed and began to devise a few plans for the rest of the competition. Loki's gamble had given him a nice head star over the rest of them, but by no means had the fat lady sung. Oh now Eris was going to remind everyone of why she was one of the best. The Love competition would be as good of a place to start as any. Aphrodite wasn't going to appreciate her joke, but she'd get over it. Family always made for the easiest targets because you knew the ins and outs of all they did and their own personal weaknesses.

 

[LordNightDragon]

Loki smiled when Kol had given the slight nod in his direction; there was something appropriate that the eternal force of Order and Chaos embodied was the one to acknowledge his deed. It wasn’t much of a shock that Iden was with him though. The source of Awareness and Understanding was always present when a course of events in the games affected the minds and emotions of anyone. As soon as Eris has spoken their names to Osiris, Loki was certain that at least that pair would make an appearance, had the other three Eternals made appearance then he would have been concerned. As things stood in his plotting mind he was certain he would be seeing each of them at some time before the games were concluded and Orb of Veils awarded. As quickly as they had appeared, they had vanished again after Kol announced the first of the competitions. As everyone else went about being social and finish their deserts, Loki found himself taking a deep breath of relief as he rose from the lounge and left the hall without so much as a word to anyone. As he strode out of the doors he carried with him the two carafes of unfinished mead, there was no point to leaving them behind when he knew he was going to need them at some point this evening. He walked in the direction of the setting sun wandering out into one of the many lush gardens that permeated the island. When he was sure he was deep enough into the maze of trees and flowers so that no one else was around he sat himself down on the grass and took a sip of the mead.

Sitting there on the grass he ran through his thoughts that would hopefully come to light later this evening when Eris meet him at his villa. He would among other things propose an alliance to her, one so powerful that it would ensure that either the Norse or Grecian gods had control of the Orb of Veils until the next installment of the Games. None of the other troublemakers, with the exception of Puck, could hold a candle to either Eris or himself. More times then not the affairs of the mortal world that carried the taint of trouble were either his or her handy work. The others were content to use their gifts to teach others lessons where he and Eris created more chaos and problems for the sheer delight of it. It was almost as good as sex to both of them and Loki knew it as well as she did. There was only one problem with his scheme. He wasn’t certain how the Eternals would rule on it. Yes they said everything was fair game but this was so devious it bordered on cheating fate. If only he could be certain which of them wouldn’t immediately either end his existence or call high council with the others to determine his fate he would call them out then and there. At that moment the choice eluded him so he sat and pondered who would be the best candidate to evaluate his scheme. Kol was always a choice, but his ruling would depend on which side held more sway. On the one hand, since he birthed chaos, it was likely that there would be no issue with it and it would be encouraged for thinking out of the box. On the other however, it would be seen as a violation of the spirit of the games and therefore illegal. Iden would tell him that it was wrong, but only because he had the slightest inkling that it might be. Should he be able to believe and understand that it wasn’t cheating; then very likely she would view it as fair as well. Oros, the force behind time and its progression, would not give a ruling to him at that point, it would more be advice. Oros was able to see all outcomes of any one choice because he existed in every possible eventuality at the same time. It was something very difficult for anyone to fully wrap their comprehension around. If he were to say something definitive, it would shift the progression of events itself. As result, what he said held similar complexity to it even if it was stated simply the majority of the time. It was best not even to consider consulting him; saving himself the headache and possible centuries of contemplation as to which meaning was really intended. That left Moxie and Absentia. Moxie was likely to be just as cryptic on his answers as Oros was. The embodiment of energy in its purest form always looked at the total potential of things and his responses reflected that. A more common comment if he was consulted would be along the lines of, “Don’t forget to duck and cover when it is appropriate”. As Loki thought about Moxie he realized that odds were good that the Eternal would not object, if for no other reason to see exactly how the two of them would drum up, share, and exercise the level of power that the two of them could muster combined. It had the potential to backlash in a catastrophic way should they miss even the slightest of details. That eventuality alone would be suitable punishment to the both of them in Moxie’s way of seeing things. Should they work everything out perfectly he would enjoy watching that level of power expended and harnessed to an end. That put the tally of votes at one in favor of the plan, one against and two neutral pending the outcome of events. “Well that clinches things. Alright Absentia I’m waiting for you. I know you can hear me now and you know where I am so if I might kindly have a few words with you I’ll not pester you further till this iteration of the games are done with.” Loki, as well as every other god and goddess at the games, knew that the attention of any of the Eternals could be garnered by simply speaking their true name aloud. On some occasions there was no result of mentioning one or many of them, but their eyes were on that person and the surroundings from that moment until they deemed their attention was more importantly places elsewhere. It isn’t one of the wisest moves to draw the attention of a being that can wink you out of existence with no more then a thought and a whim, especially with the intention of wasting their time. It was an even greater folly to call out the one whom the deities considered the greatest threat to them. Absentia, the face of nothingness and the Mistress of Void, scared the gods and goddesses more then the other four together. The truth was that all five Eternals were equal in power and ability, but the deities could not fully understand this because they did not believe they were endowed with any part of Absentia when they were sprung forth into the cosmos. They only saw her as the force to end all things.

Loki raised the carafe to his lips once more after calling out to the holder of the one vote that he couldn’t determine logically. As the honey wine passed his lips and trickled into his throat the air around him lost its tropical warmth. It didn’t so much become cold as it just changed into the lack of heat and from the corner of his eye he saw the light of the sun low on the horizon seem to dim. He set the two carafes down beside him and rose to his feet moments before everything around him seemed to mute into obscurity. Without thinking about it he blinked his eyes, in that split second his eyes were closed Absentia was suddenly there standing before him. The first thing about her that struck any that laid eyes on her was her hair. Her cloak of hair completely covered her body exposing only black slippers that contained her feet and her face. The translucent strands fell in waves all the way to her ankles giving it a silvery white appearance that shimmered and shifted the light around them, hiding all that was beneath it, as she strode forward in dainty steps. Her countenance was soft and timeless; her lips were full and pale pink, high cheekbones that gave her the look of almost a constant smile. It was her eyes that struck fear into any that met her. The orbs were completely black as night and within that darkness was infinite power. To meet them directly could almost certainly draw any being into them to be devoured by the nothingness that she represented. “Ah Loki, my child, so nice to see you again after such a very, very long time. What has you so absorbed in thought that you would call out for me. The last time we spoke was when you beseeched me to grant Fenrir, your son, a blessing of my power. What scheme have you concocted this time,” as she spoke she closed the distance between them and from beneath the cloak of her shimmering hair reached out her white glove encased right hand and arm to draw a finger over his left cheek, “that you need my, special, touch for?” Her voice echoed a soft, gentle, and sweet soprano tone, but behind it something much darker and sinister lurked waiting.

Every time he stood in the presence of this Eternal, Loki was wrought with confusion. Aside from her nature being such an enigma to him, and all the other gods and goddesses for that matter, he also fought his own conflicted feelings about Absentia. On the one hand there was no doubt in his mind that she would be able to take his world and twist and turn it upside down in bed, and that was a very appealing thought, but on the other she also had the ability to blink him out of existence with no more then a thought. Should he not perform to what standard she had for a lover he knew that was a very likely possibility, but the thought was still tempting beyond belief. “I will save the trouble of you sifting through my thoughts and be direct this time. I want to ensure that the Celts do not win the Orb of Veils again this year. With Eris and I working together that is guaranteed. Even with the power of Veils Puck can’t hold a candle to us. You know this well, as you were there when all of the tricksters were created. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t play a hand in all of our creations as well, but that is aside the point. I personally don’t care if Greek or Norse win this time, just not the Celts. I need to know how you would view Eris and I working together during the games; doing what we do best. It’s not a direct violation of the rules, but is so close that it could be brought to council for judgment should we not remain cloaked in shadow until all is ended.” As he spoke the thoughts of Eris came flooding into his mind helping to push back the temptation that Absentia presented. The encounter in the kitchen less than an hour ago was first and foremost in his mind, reminding him how they seemed to pair perfectly except for the fact that they were from pantheons that traditionally fought constantly. The mental image of her in the clinging red dress that hid no curve of her perfect body helped to make him forget the potential that the unknown held.

It wasn’t until he finished speaking that Absentia drew her hand from his cheek, her fingers stroking his skin the whole time. “Oh my dear Loki; how precious. I still sifted your thoughts as you told me what you did. You want Eris in your bed before you come to mine. How cute...” Her smile was genuine and yet twisted at the same instant as jealousy flashed in her eyes. Loki had promised himself into her tender care when the time came that he would no longer be in exchange for Fenrir having the ability and destiny to destroy the other Nordic Deities. She would deliver the stroke that took him from all that was at that moment and would ever be from then on. She had plenty of plans for him when that time came, after all he had built himself quite a reputation already, and she would make sure he was worth every bit of it before she would let his end come. “As much as you would like a straight answer from me, I’m not going to give it to you. You have to make the decision yourself. If it will deliver you to me sooner then we both anticipated it gives you something to look forward to should you fail. If you succeed then you’ll have Eris and the victory that you want. I will tell you this much though. Just you two working together is not a violation of the rules. It all comes down to what you do with your shared powers.” She again flashed a twisted smile at him as she delicately twirled on one foot and changed right before his eyes. Now before him stood Eris as she was dressed when she first arrived at the island for the games. “But don’t worry love, if this is what you really want, I will consider letting you have it before I snuff out your lights. Maybe I will even wear this face for you as I let you die. You would like that wouldn’t you.” As soon as the last word left her lips she and all signs of her presence were gone leaving Loki standing in the garden close to soiling himself and shaking. He reached down to pick up the half full carafe of mead. From it he drained ever last drop before making the glass leave his hand and appear next to the sinks in the dining hall’s kitchen. He then picked up the still full carafe Eris had given to him in the kitchens. With each carefully placed step that took him back to his villa, he fought the trembling of his body. The price he had offered for Fenrir to destroy the others when the end came was high, but had seemed worth it as long as he didn’t have to think about it. The very personal reminder of the potential hell he would face shook him to the core, but at the same time strengthened his resolve. I’ll be damned if the only way I have Eris is with Void wearing her body. That wasn’t part of the contract that I have with her. I would sooner have Hel hide me away somewhere that all the victims of my games can get at me then accept Void’s version of how things end. This had better work on all levels otherwise I am in for a world of disappointment.

Finally he reached his villa roughly an hour after leaving the hall. He set the carafe on a small table then stripped himself of his sweat drenched clothes. He then took a long hot shower scrubbing his flesh many times over before stepping out and donning clean and comfortable clothes for his rendezvous with Eris. He left his feet bare as he was more comfortable that way, but had put on a simple white shirt, with lace trim at the collar and cuffs, and a pair of leather pants, that melded to his skin so closely that he almost felt as if he wore nothing below his waist at all. After fetching two crystal goblets from the small kitchen area in his villa, he settled in to the suede cushions of the couch to await the arrival of his expected guest. She had better show. She can even be hours late for all I care, so long as she comes. Especially with the price I paid to make sure that it is worth even proposing this.

 

[AngelofDeath]

At one point while Eris had be plotting tomorrow's mischief, the hair on the back of her neck had risen and a steady line of goosebumps. That of course put her on edge, but when nothing and no one came flashing into her room she settled back down. Thanks to her lovely little apple Eris had a much closer tie than most of the other gods to the Chaos that filled the world. Which meant when things happened that could affect the world at large on a possibly global and disastrous scale, Eris was aware of it. Shaking the feeling off Eris slid off the bed and after grabbing the apple, headed for Loki's villa. As she walked she tossed the golden orb from hand to hand. If she had a few more she would be juggling them, then again if she had more than one chaotic apple, the world would probably stop spinning and while hilarious, wasn't the best of things to happen. There were other gods and goddess and a small number of demi gods going about their own business. Many ignored her but the younger gods and demigods nearly fell over themselves to get out of her way. It brought a smile to her face, then again her little outburst at dinner had possibly cemented her well earned reputation in the minds of those young enough to fear her without real cause. Being a bad ass had many advantages, most that Eris didn't press unless she was bored or there was a real call for her to do so.

“Well well well, if it isn't the Greeks own walking, talking F5 hurricane.” As Eris stopped and turned her attention toward Set, he was pushing away from the pillar he had been slouched against, in a way only an elder god could manage and still look impressive. Set could probably been seen as very attractive to many, but not to her. He was too polished, too neat. Straddling the fence somewhere between GQ model and bad boy, Set had managed to make it look as if he did have something to hide, rather than unassuming. From the shirt on his back to the shoes on his feet, it was all expensive and tailored. The slightly curled tips of his black hair, just brushed the collar of the neatly pressed silk shirt he wore. “Now before you rip my head off and shover it up my ass as you did to my younger brother earlier, I was just merely trying to get your attention Eris.” Set was the only god who's voice actually made her skin crawl. While he did not scare her, Eris and every other god know all too well what he was capable of doing. The skin crawling was also do to the way he looked at her; like he wanted to eat her. Not in the sexy I want every part of you way, but more in the way a cat looks at a fat grain fed mouse, mindlessly going about it's life unaware of the danger so very close by.

“Now that you have it, what do you want?” As if she didn't already know. While Eris wasn't one to turn too many away from her bed, though was by no means a slut, that was Aphrodite's claim to fame, she did have a list of people she wouldn't be caught dead sleeping with. The dark god of disorder, storms and the desert was at the top of the list in all capitals and underlined in red ink.

“Nothing more than the pleasure of your company, sweet Eris,” Set smiled as he closed the gap between them a few feet more, until they were within arms reach of each other. “You've always intrigued me and after your little show earlier, well let's just say it occurred to me that you and I, two who are so closely tied by our godhoods have never actually gotten to know one another on a personal level.” Once again his eyes walked, while his lips moved. “A woman like you should always be appreciated for having such a sharp and calculating mind.”

And a man like you should be drawn quartered and buried in cement at the four corners of the earth It was the same thing every time their two pantheons were in the same place and in times past Eris had just been polite and given him the gentle brush off. She wasn't feeling so generous at the moment. Rolling the apple between her hands, until it was almost hot, Eris took a slow breath, more to calm herself rather than the need to actually breathe. “Set, you're a smart god, so I won't talk to you like you're a godling. I appreciate the compliment, I really do, but get this through your sunbaked, product soaked head. I...DON'T... LIKE...YOU. We are never going to be friends and I will go skinny dipping naked in the River Styx headfirst before I ever sleep with you. Go stalk someone who doesn't know you well enough to know the truth. Now if you will excuse me,” She turned away from him, “I have someone who is actually worth my time waiting on me.”

Eris spared him no chance to respond or a parting glance as she walked off. That didn't stop him from trying to burn a set of holes in the back of her head with a rather venomous gaze. The goddess of Discord has made herself a new enemy, but that came with the territory. You either loved her or hated her, there was little by way of gray area for her. Three minutes later she stood at Loki's door and knocked.

 

[LordNightDragon]

As Loki sat on the suede cushion, he picked up one of the crystal goblets and lazily ran a finger around the rim. The crystal hummed distinctively for a moment before he set it back down and contemplated pouring himself another round while he waited. He reached up and ran his fingers through his black bangs pushing the hair away from his face. He was fidgeting and anxious. I swear women take their damn sweet time, I know I said to myself that it wouldn’t matter how late she was, but damn it I hate this waiting and not knowing. He rolled his neck, audibly popping the joints as his head moved from side to side. He wasn’t going to pace, that much he promised himself. Instead he rose from the couch and went to one of the west facing windows. He drew back the blinds and looked out toward the horizon. The sun had set, to his best judgment maybe twenty to thirty minutes ago, the last rays of lingering light caressing the landscape in a soft orange hue. He had misjudged the amount of time he spent trying to scrub away the presence of the Eternal from his skin. With perhaps an hour to wait for Eris to come calling, if she was on time, he sat back down on the sofa and poured himself a drink from the carafe of mead sipping at it gently. There was no reason for him not to trust Eris’ gift to him, beyond the nature both of them shared, and one glass shouldn’t leave him beyond his senses when she would arrive. To busy his anxious mind he thought about the upcoming competition and how he could make things very interesting for Zeus. It wasn’t that Loki had a score to settle with the elder Olympian, he just thought it would be fun to fuck with him just a little bit more. He would of course have something in his bag of tricks for Thor and the other gods in the competition, but Zeus would be the one to bare the brunt of things. It would be fairly simple to play around with that one. A few illusions sprinkled about, and some impassible barriers to deflect things off of target. That would definitely make things interesting for all involved. The ‘Love Competition’ as it was so aptly dubbed would be a different matter entirely. Each time the games were held that particular competition had different rules and circumstances. It kept things interesting so that the previous winning pantheon could not use the additional power from the Orb of Veils to their advantage. Loki, like everyone else, would just have to wait and see what the Eternals cooked up for this iteration of the games. About the time his mind had looked at tomorrow’s competitions as much as he could stand, he took the last sip of his mead and set the glass down.

Loki stood up from the couch and its comfort coincidentally at the same time he heard a soft knock at the door to his villa. After quickly stretching he walked over to the door and opened it with a smile caressing his lips. On the other side of the archway Eris was standing there patiently. Loki took a moment to drink in the sight of her standing there in the jeans and corset top. The jeans were so tight against every curve of her lower body that they looked to be painted on to her skin. Damn, with as tight as those are, there isn’t any room to get into her pants so to speak. I guess that is one way to keep anyone out of them while still flaunting her killer body. The halter top styled corset clung to the swell of her breasts leaving the very tops of them exposed as well as the rest of her upper torso. The lacing between her breasts giving a very nice show of just how buxom the goddess was without being disproportionate. After taking an extra second to swallow the anxiousness that had developed in his mouth and throat Loki met her eyes again with a broad smile, hoping she was checking him out just as he had looked her over with approval, “Please come in Eris, you look divine as always. Can I get you a drink before we begin?” Once she stepped into his villa, he escorted her over to the couch and let her sit before sitting down beside her and filling each goblet from the carafe she had gifted him. With a smile he handed her the goblet that had sat idle on the table while he waited for her to get there. “I’ll not skirt around the issue, as our time is valuable. I asked you here this evening to discuss a possible alliance between both of us for the duration of the competition. So you do not have to ask why, the reason is very simple; so that the pantheon of our choice wins the Orb of Veils this time. Personally I don’t care much whether it be the Nordic gods or the Olympians; my main objective is to ensure the Celts do not repeat again what they managed to squeak out the last time we all gathered.” As much as he tried to maintain his composure as he spoke, Loki could not completely purge the memory of Absentia and her words as he presented the possibility to Eris. The thought of the Eternal and his still outstanding debt placing him slightly on edge a nervous energy filling him in addition to the excitement from the potential of the words he spoke. He rose his glass and took a slow deep sip as he eased back into the sofa and waited for an indication if he should further detail his thought to her.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Loki's rapt appraisal when he opened the door was not lost on the goddess and she took the time to give him the once over as well. Like she, he had bathed and changed his clothes. As expected her greeted her warmly and once they were seated on his couch, handing her a filled glass. Her nose told her it was the mead she had left him earlier. Eris watched him take the first sip, knowing it would take a few for him to catch on that it was no ordinary mead. She wondered how it would taste to him, ambrosia by itself while powerful was at best barely edible and at worst unpalatable. Food of the Gods indeed, unless a mortal or immortal was being offered some, not one Greek would be caught dead consuming it in its natural form. The price of godhood was a slick aftertaste, which was why the entire pantheon consumed in in liquid form with alcohol. For some unknown reason Ambrosia at that point would change its flavor to one more suited to the palate of the person drinking it. Eris wasn't one to speculate that the mythical food was intelligent, but it was intriguing. Knowing Loki it would probably taste of the finest mead to be found in or out of Asgard with just a hint of something else. For Eris the mead rolled across her tongue and down her throat with the full bodied flavor of a finely blended rum. Then there was the simple matter that once a god had filled their own personal need for Ambrosia, consuming more of it would have an noticeable affect on them. It was a bit like catnip, within reason you got a nice warm feeling and a good buzz. More than a bit and one would be like hippie at Woodstock on a good high. Because Loki wasn't Greek it wouldn't take long for him to notice the effect the drink was having more of an effect upon him, compared to what he was used to drinking. The evening was going to get even more interesting from here on out. Sure Eris should have probably told Loki about what would happen, but the mischief maker was curious to see how it all turned out.

It didn't take Loki long however to get to the point of why she was there. She gave him credit with a slight inclination of her head as she took another sip, teaming up was a wonderful idea, if for no other reason than the power boost they both would get from it. In truth Eris cared very little one way or the other if her family won. Even without the orb there was enough disharmony and discord in the world to fuel her for eons. Sitting back, she ran her thumb along the rim of the goblet, back and forth slowly contemplating the proposal before her. On the one hand she could turn him down and then set about working against Loki to her own gratification. While on the other Eris had the opportunity to do something that had never been done before, change the level playing field within the accepted rules of the Eternals. Taking in Loki's posture and just the feeling from him, she asked him a question, she was fairly sure she already knew the answer to, “You've already gone and talked with one of them haven't you? Of course you have, otherwise you wouldn't have brought up the idea right now.” Loki was many things but a brash fool was not one of them. “In that case I accept your offer of an alliance between us both. Not for the good of either of our respective families but for our own desires and laughs.” Eris raised her goblet to him in a small salute before taking a longer sip and letting out a soft sigh.

Of course now I should probably mention the one small, make than one LARGE thorn that may be in out sides for the rest of the competition; Set.” The mention of the Egyptian deity got Loki to lift his eyebrow at her. “He's under the impression that I'm just playing hard to get with him. On my way here, the wannabe model managed to catch me off guard and get my back to the wall. I turned him down for what has to be the billionth date offer and said I was spending my time with someone who was actually worth my notice. So,” she shrugged lightly, “don't be surprised if you notice him sniffing around here and there. Though our partnership should prove to be a fertile breeding ground for finally getting him out of my hair and off my back.” Eris wasn't going to deny that at one point she found Set attractive, in that dangerous animal sort of way. Then she had actually gotten to know the older god and it became clear just how off he was.

No “off” was putting it mildly. Out of all of them, Set was by far the most insane and that is what made him dangerous. It was part of the reason why Eris had not been truly forceful in brushing him off. There was no telling what he would do and considering his previous track record Eris was not going to volunteer herself to find out just what would happen if she really tweaked his nose.

The Egyptian quickly became a side thought as Ambrosia laced mead settled warmly in her stomach. It was close the warmth Loki had stirred within her earlier at dinner, but was not quite there yet. That was going to take a few more rounds before it got to that level, right now it was along the lines of reaching second base while on a date. Not that she planned for a hit to bring her on in to home plate with Loki. Not at the moment anyways. She may have been easy so to speak but not quite that easy. No if Loki wanted to make it into her bed, he was going to have to do much more sweet talking than he had already. Which was also why she wasn't planning to over indulge on the mead. The more one had, the lower one's inhibitions were and for many enough Ambrosia would make you game for any and everything someone else could suggest. Eris' eyes strolled over Loki once more, now that they had some privacy she could fully appreciate his lean and toned form. Loki stood out amongst the other Norse Gods because he wasn't this walking pile of muscle and hair. That was due in part to the fact, he shared no blood with the others beyond a blood oath. The other was the fact that while he was a shape shifter as well, Loki did not feel the need to conform to the atypical look of his pantheon. It was just one more thing that made him attractive in her eyes. Loki was his own god, to his core. “So how are you enjoying the mead? Hopefully the Ambrosia isn't throwing you off too much, Loki.”

 

[LordNightDragon]

Loki raised his glass with Eris when she accepted his offer and took another deep sip himself. The mead was indeed some of the finest he had ever had the opportunity to indulge in. The warmth filled him and helped to ease the edge of tension that had clung to him as a result of his meeting with Absentia. It had a sweet aftertaste that reminded him of spiced rum in both effect and potency. Before he could respond further to her acceptance in his proposal she switched the topic to Set. Though he had nothing against the Egyptian Pantheon, he had always found Set to be overly arrogant in a twisted, deranged and psychotic sort of way. To make matters worse, in addition to that he was one of the biggest pains in the ass anyone could imagine. He was always dipping his forked tongue into matters that had nothing to do with him just because he thought he had the power to get away with it. In addition to raising his eyebrow at the interest Set was showing in Eris, Loki breathed out a long sigh before taking a deeper sip of the mead finishing off what had remained in his goblet. It was then that he heard her inquire about her special gift to him, “So how are you enjoying the mead? Hopefully the Ambrosia isn't throwing you off too much, Loki.” Her question tugged at his lips and made him smile before he turned his eyes back at her and saw her indulging in looking him over much more intently then she had before. “Ah so that is what is different about it. It tastes almost as if it is mixed with a fine spiced rum but very good and satisfying. It has definitely taken the away the edge that I was perched on, but I still have all my capacities. Yes I had spoken to one of the Eternals, but the more interesting bit of that is who I talked to.” Even though he wasn't ready to admit it to her quite yet, Loki knew the Ambrosia was starting to throw him of as Eris had put it. He was far more relaxed then he should have been given the course of events thus far, and as he felt Eris look over him he could feel the combination of her eyes and the Ambrosia coursing through his body. It was, to his mind, as if she was trying to devour every inch of him right through his clothes, and he felt his body respond appropriately. Ignoring the physical response his body was displaying, he leaned forward and set his goblet on the table before picking up the carafe and glancing back at Eris. “Would you care for another glass as well?” he asked; his lips curling into a soft smile as he poured his own full and reached for hers.

While waiting for her response to the offer his mind skimmed over all she had to say before he continued. “Well as for that snake of a god Set, let him snoop around and get jealous, it only makes him a bigger target for the pranks we'll be indulging in during the games. I'll admit he has a good number of crafty tricks up his sleeves and elsewhere, but so long as we don't let him get between us he'll be nothing more then a large pain in the ass. If he goes too far the Eternals will be certain to put him in line one way or the other. We'll just have to keep our eyes on him is all.” Loki knew Set would likely make things very difficult for them, and try to pit anyone else against the two of them that he could draw to his cause with whatever lies he needed to tell. “Our biggest concern with him is more who he will try to pit against us. There is no telling what lies or partial truths he will tell to rile others up. Granted it will get him no where with his goal, but it would make anything we indulge in together potentially awkward. As for the ends of our pranks during the competition; like I said before I really don't care who wins so long as it isn't the Celts. Besides we'll probably have the most fun sinking our teeth into everyone equally. There's no point in not sharing the wealth when it comes to a dose of our special brand of tinkering.“ When Eris nodded in acceptance, he took her glass and filled it just shy of the rim and handed it back to her before settling back into the sofa. He made himself very comfortable with his black leather encased thigh pressed firmly against her denim clad thigh. As he held the crystal goblet in his right hand, his left casually came to rest just above the knee of Eris' right thigh and slid over the tight denim. He felt an electricity course through him as he teased the goddess beside him, giving her thigh a squeeze in the same moment he felt his godhood swelling even more in the tight leather. There was no hiding that he was turned on and the Ambrosia in the mead was only enhancing that feeling of lust and desire as it flowed through him. “There is one other thorn that we may have to contend with, and a much larger one then Set could ever think of being. Absentia seems to have taken quite a liking to me, and though I try to avoid her as much as possible, her opinion on us working together would be the best to gauge the response of the others. We'll just have to make sure we don't go about anything without watching our backs so to speak as far as both she and Set are concerned.” Loki then let out a soft sigh that edged on a moan of contentment as he gave Eris' thigh another caress through the tight denim.

He let his eyes drift up over her chest before catching her eyes. Every inch of exposed skin he drank and indulged the sight of, much like she had looked over him. It was not quite that of a starving man looking at a banquet set before him, but he did feast upon the sight of her body in the skin tight clothing. When he had her eyes he smiled and let his tongue trace over his lips slowly before he spoke. “I had already invited you here when you gave me this little gift, and you knew exactly what it would do to me when I drank it, So my dear Eris what little plan did you have with giving me something that would do more then give me a very good buzz. Were you going to tease and taunt me or shall we indulge ourselves more then we have so far?” He let his hand continue to slide up higher and higher on her thigh, his fingers kneading and caressing until his hand was just shy of pushing her thighs apart to continue any further. His eyes didn't leave hers as he brought his right hand over as if to take a sip of the mead between them to wet his dry lips. Once the goblet was between them his hand wavered just enough that some of the sweet liquor splashed over the rim and fell onto the skin just above her breasts. He let his eyes drift from hers slowly, “You know it would be a shame to let a single drop go to waste.” Before she could speak Loki had pulled the goblet deftly from between them and pressed himself into her body. His tongue nestled perfectly between the exposed tops of her breasts; he licked upward slowly over her delectable skin cleaning away the splashed mead before finding her eyes again without moving further. “I don't know about you, but I hate going to sleep feeling more frustrated then relaxed. Would it really be so horrible for us to each find relief in the touch and caress of the other before you leave this evening?”

 

[AngelofDeath]

There was something really bad about a man or a god who could make you forget everything you were thinking about with nothing more than a few well placed licks. Loki got points for creativity when he poured the mead over her flesh and then proceeded to lick it up. He was right though, Set would only be as big a problem as he made himself to be and they allowed him to be. Of course Set would only make a move after he was sure or as sure as he could reasonably be of what they were up to and even then many wouldn't believe him because of just how absurd it was for the two of them to be working together. The assumed animosity between them that went beyond what was going on between their respective families. And then there was the matter of their dark “mother”, Absentia. While she was not about to call Loki a liar, Eris knew that he wasn't giving the full scope of the Eternal's interest in him. For the moment, she was a non issue. It wouldn't do to ever try and assume what that one's intentions were and it would be suicide to cross any of the Eternals without proof of wrongdoing on their part. The combination of Loki's tongue, the ambrosia and his touch were enough to make her back-burner such concerns until tomorrow. Meeting Loki's eyes as he lifted his head from her cleavage and spoke of the two of them, enjoying each other's company further before calling it an evening. “No, it would not be horrible by any stretch of the imagination Loki,” Eris purred at him as she reached up and curled her fingers into his shirt, holding him close. “Normally I wouldn't be inclined to let such boldness slide, but for you I am more than willing to make an exception.” Eris set her goblet down long enough to pluck Loki's from his hand and then she was moving them backwards, until their previous position was reversed; Loki splayed along the couch with Eris over him. “Of course the only proper thing to do now would be to return the favor.” Her blue eyes shone with lust as she leaned back to look him over. She was straddling his left leg lightly, giving her full view of him. The goddess studied him or rather his clothes for a few seconds before smirking, “ With a minor adjustment of course.” Eris retrieved one of the two goblets from the table, it really didn't matter which was which at this point and then used her free hand to open his shirt. Of course Loki's shirt was not one meant to be opened, but pulled over one's head, so with a little push of power Eris ran her finger down the front of his shirt from collar on downward. As her finger moved a line of buttons appeared and opened until the shirt fell open to both side of his body, leaving his torso bare to her.

“There, much better now,” Eris commented before tipping the goblet over him. At the same time her finger tips glowed softly, the reason why became clear quickly when the mead, fell to his skin at a slightly thicker consistency. Not quite as thick as honey, but not as thin as mead, she drizzled the concoction down to the top of his leather pants. Rather than start her way at the top though and work her way down, Eris did the reverse. Eris took her time licking and lapping the ambrosia laced delight from his abs and stomach first, nipping here and there as well. The taste of rum and Loki's flesh filled her head as she made her way upwards. Hearing him groan was all the motivation she needed to continue, but the pulse of his godhood between their clothing didn't hurt matters either. “Hmm Norse god with a side of Ambrosia. I think there could be a market for such a treat.” Continuing on her way Eris made sure to gather every bit of ambrosia mead that clung to him, her teeth scrapping against both of his nipples. Once she reached his bare neck and collar bone Eris, kept up with her fairly gentle nips, all the way until her teeth and his lips met. This time she wasn't as gentle but neither was she overly rough with his flesh. The taste of him was stronger now, compared to before and the goddess took her time, sampling of said taste before pulling away. Loki's bottom lip was slightly swollen, and she had the urge to mess his hair a bit, to really give him that ravaged look. Instead she reached for the goblet again as her body slid backwards and down over his legs.

“What is it with you gods and leather pants? A good pair of denim jeans has the same effect you know,” Her right hand palmed the bulge of his godhood, feeling the warm and hungry pulse of him on the other side of the dark leather. When Eris pulled her hand away the laces holding his pants closed, undid themselves and the leather slid down just a fraction of an inch, barely exposing the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair on his groin. Repeating her motions from earlier Eris once again was licking and nibbling at Loki, only taking much more time at it and letting her hands roam over him as well. All of this was not lost on her and Loki would have had to have been dead not to notice the heat of her cunt when she was straddling his leg earlier. She had no intention of taking another cold bath to cool the need inside of her, so Loki had better be planning to give as good as she was currently. “And can you really complain about the mead, dear Loki? Though I am sure I would have gotten such a reaction out of you even without it. A little Grecian hospitality never harmed anyone and I won't let you get too drunk on it.” That was due mostly because Eris planned to let Loki have something much more tempting than a half full carafe of mead that could probably put the entire Norse pantheon on their ass; her. Dragging her nails down his ribs Eris, nuzzled Loki's crotch and then looked up at him, “Any particular preference or should I just, feel my way around?” That made his cock jump and Eris laughed softly as she laid her cheek against his groin. For some reason Loki made her feel comfortable, she didn't have to be her usual in charge self like she was with her other lovers. She could just lay back and have some care free fun. Loki didn't want anything from her and didn't expect anything. He wasn't playing the angles; or rather as far as she knew at the moment he wasn't. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. Lifting her head Eris slipped her fingers into the top of his pants while she waited for an answer to her question. That of course didn't stop her from adjusting her head a few inches so that she was free to nibble at his shaft through his leathers. He had good taste in clothes, not too thin, not too thick they were a perfect pair of pants. Perfect to wear and tease and perfected to be teased in. Her eyes didn't leave his face, giving Eris a good judge of how much he was enjoying what her mouth was busy doing. Pulling his pants down and just taking him into her mouth without so much as a blink, was far too easy and not her style. Aphrodite's yes, but not hers. No she wanted him full, hard, aching and dripping for her before she let her lip and tongue make true contact with his shaft.

 

[LordNightDragon]

Loki's eyes were locked with Eris' where she had laid her cheek on his pelvis and made herself very comfortable. He could feel her nails just barely grazing against the head of his shaft as she nipped at him through the leather of his pants. He was smiling down at her as he brought his right hand up from his side to comb through her hair softly while she was trailing her nails through his trimmed pubic hair. “No, no preference on how we proceed from this point Eris. I was thinking just to fall into the moment and not over think things. If the mood strikes one of us to flip the tables, we can do so and let the other enjoy things for a bit before switching back.” In his mind he added, so long as things don't come screeching to a halt too quickly. He licked his lips letting out a soft moan as he finished speaking, while he felt her nip yet again at his swollen godhood through the leather. He felt her shift slightly along his right leg pinning it even tighter to the couch. Fortunately as she moved he was able to slip his left foot between her calves where she was straddling him. Slowly he let his foot slide up along her right calf and thigh, his toes teasingly playing along the tight denim. As he worked his foot higher and higher he could feel the heat from her that had previously been pressed tight against his leg. Slowly, he pressed his toes into the section of denim that covered her hot and swollen sex. As he explored how the material clung to Eris' wet hot pussy with his toes, Loki felt her shudder along his other leg from the unexpected contact before she started to grinding eagerly down onto his foot while she nipped more at his cock through the leather pants. As he pressed his big toe firmly into her, Loki kept eye contact with the goddess as he spoke. “You know a good tight pair of denim pants do have the same effect of being able to tease and titillate. Leather is about more then just the effect though, as you well know and appreciate dear Eris. It is about the feel, the smell, and the sense of empowerment that comes with feeling it cling to ones skin.” He could feel the sharp breaths that she drew at the new stimulation in a myriad of ways. First was the heat of her breath against his skin and the leather, next the way her chest rose and fell, pressing her breasts into his thigh more. An interesting irony was that the way they were teasing and toying with each other right at that moment was very similar to how they would vie back and forth for power in the mortal realm. Right now it wasn't a competition though. It was about showing the other the best that they each could give. Unlike in the daily struggles though, right now Eris was showing him just enough that he knew he could take control of things and it would draw a very favorable response from her.

His fingers tightened in her raven black locks and pressed her mouth sharply against the swell of his throbbing godhood still contained in the leather pants. He held her there for a long, lingering moment , in hopes her mind would begin to ponder if it was just Loki, or if he was using his shapeshifting ability to impress her, before pulling her up toward him and away from his teasing toes. His grip on her head and hair though firm was still more gently and guiding then forceful. He had drawn her all the way up the length of his body so that their lips were a breath apart without breaking eye contact with her. Her desire that bordered on need burned in her eyes as he rose ever so slightly and whispered against her lips, “Instead of feeling your way around why don't I show you what we will both like.” His voice held as slight edge of teasing laughter to it, knowing that this was just another game between them. Unlike the other games they played, this one that was more about the playing then the outcome, and Loki was going to enjoy playing this one out to the end. What about this game isn't to be enjoyed? She is one of the hottest among any pantheon; she knows it and flaunts it so much that you know she enjoys the looks and stares. And before all of this is done, my hands and lips will have explored every inch of her from top to bottom. When Eris had heard that hint in his voice distinctly her eyes flashed something more erotic and lustful as well as a touch of amusement or surprise. It was then that he shifted his weight and rolled both of them over on the sofa and pinned her down where he had been previously reclining under her touch. His hands moved to her shoulders once he had rolled them both over so that he was pressing her down into the cushion of the couch ever so slightly. His left hand then trailed down over the strap that went over her right shoulder until his hand molded over the half cup of the corset and her amble breast that spilled out over the top of the leather to meet the strap. “And you talk about the gods and their leather pants, what about you goddesses and your leather corsets? Granted the effect is absolutely stunning, especially when they cling and push so that breasts spill out over the top of the cups, and the teasing hint of nipples is just barely covered.” And what impressive breasts they are. I would bet that she loves having them licked and sucked slowly. Especially with how hard her nipples are already. Damn she is one hot little piece, no doubt about it. When the last word had passed his lips, his left hand cupped and caressed her right breast firmly through the corset as he shifted over her so that his lips now teased along the line of the corset that covered her left breast and nipple. As he licked and nibbled at her delicious flesh his swollen shaft was pressing into her heated sex through the layers of material between them. His eyes looked up over her collarbone to meet hers as he wiggled his tongue down into the cup to tease her stiffening nipple. His left hand slid over from her breast to find the tight laces of the corset and tauntingly traced over them as they laced down over her torso and stomach. His right hand slid up from her shoulder and into her dark raven locks once again and entwined into them. The slightest of tugs from his hand arched her neck down, her back up and made her breasts push up to meet his eager lips. With a soft moan passing from his lips through his tongue, he flicked it against her nipple once more before letting it emerge from the fabric. “Mmmmm who needs ambrosia and mead though when such a bounty is ripe to be explored and supped upon.” His left hand having reached the bottom of the corset and the top of her jeans he pressed it hard against her stomach, feeling the dangling sword through the material before he was able to work his digits between the two materials and her flesh to slip over her stomach and pelvis. As his fingers dipped down into the tight jeans he felt the smooth skin continue lower and lower. He had nearly slipped his hand entirely into her jeans and still found not even a hint of hair on her mound. His fingers could have continued lower but much further and it would jump from teasing into taunting, and it wasn't quite time to taunt her yet. That would come later when they were both hot and ready for things to get very intense. Slowly he let his hand retreat back up and out of her jeans before he shifted against her once again and brought that hand up to the top laces of the corset and started to unlace the garment slowly.

 

[AngelofDeath]

When Loki had pressed her more firmly against his burgeoning cock, Eris let out a soft moan. At the same time she was thinking, Damn he's big . Even though power coursed through his veins she knew it was all him and no glamor. Not that she would have minded so much, but Eris liked her men natural. If you were already gifted what was the point of adding to that unless you liked making horny women pass out. She mouthed and at his cock, nuzzling it as well before he was guiding her up his body until they were face and face. Loki's words made her body shudder and her cunt contract with wet heat. She let him roll them over, his body pressing her into the softness of the couch as he ground himself against her and let his hands find her breasts. “Because corsets next to heels have been the one fashion accessory that has never gone out of style. They are rather versatile and they also look and feel so good. Can you really blame us?” His mouth was quick to follow. She watched him with half lidded eyes as he first teased and toyed with her breasts and nipples, rapt contemplation evident on his face before he gave her a smile and worked his tongue between her flesh and the cup of her corset. She whimpered when he slid his hand under her and his fingers weaved into her hair and tugged, her back arching and thrusting her breast out further at him. Loki worked her already hard nipples into even harder peaks until she was mewling with pleasure and he was contemplating the bounty that was her body under his. “And who needs that as well when you have such a yummy looking god who probably hasn't had his cock sucked properly in ages.” She rolled her hips against his, loving how his cock pulsed harder in response to her words.

Eris let out a soft moan as Loki let his hand slide down from her breasts to try and slip itself into her nearly too tight pants. Her breasts felt heavy and full from his teasing, her nipples were both hard peaks wanting more and Eris tried to remember the last time she had been this aroused already from just basic foreplay. They were somewhere between 2nd and 3rd base as she was hungry for more. Why the hell hadn't she just plucked Loki's strings and dragged him off to play before? Oh yeah that was right, between competing with each other and the dissent between their pantheons or rather between Zeus and Odin it hadn't really occurred to her or him for that matter to just simply say “fuck it” and do whatever the hell they wanted to do. Now that was a shock considering who they were. As expected though, Loki pulled his hands free, and busied himself with opening the laces of her corset until it was loose enough for him to push down the one should strap and pull the entire thing down, freeing her breast to the air and to him. She lay there watching as his mouth and hands went back to their previous teasing, until he had her arching and writhing on the couch. Not to be outdone of course, Eris fit her hands between them and strokes her hand from his leather clad cock up to his chest, She pulled the now open shirt off and tossed it to the side. She let out a rumbling purr as her hands find his bare flesh. Loki wasn't like most male gods who prided themselves on being so ripped and well defined, as if being immortal was not enough for them. He was lean and muscled, just how she liked them, his hard body pressed close to her. A pair of pants was all that separated them. They wee the line between play and fuck. Eris let her head fall back slowly against the couch, her skin hot and soft as he feasted on her. Loki knew what to do, how soft to suck ad how hard to bite at her hardened nubs, making her cry out and sink her fingers into his hair, tugging at it in her passion. “Loki,” her legs curled around him, pulling him, impossibly closer as she started to rub against him. No one made her this hot, this quickly. It just wasn't natural. Nails scraped over his back, as they moved together. They were like a pair of teenagers, so ready to fuck, but wanting to push the heat as high as they could possibly take it before the need simply became too great and the need to cum too pressing to ignore.

She felt the vibration of a groan in his throat before she felt the sharp edge of his teeth on her left nipple. Eyes wide in mild surprise and irises growing dark with lust the goddess shivered under him once more. A chuckle came from Loki repeated the action on the right nipple, making her cry out and arch her back further. “Damn you Loki,” Eris had no one o blame but herself though. She had come to his rooms under her own steam and had pretty much pounced on the other god. He was driving her crazy, but she loved it. Discord's mistress had every intention however of returning the favor tenfold. His balls would be the color of eggplant before she finally let him have his release. The idea had her licking her lips, picturing the taste of his cum on her lips and tongue. Licking her finger clean after they had been plunged inside of her cum filled cunt when he pulled out of her. She closed her eyes and turned her head into the couch cushion, sucking in air trying to calm the sudden spike in her pulse. The images filling her head, had her cunt soaking. Loki pressed as tightly against her mound would feel it, smell how slick she was. When his tongue joined his teeth, Eris swore and sank her hands into his thick hair again. it was going to be a very long night and she was starting to wonder if she'd be able to walk back to her rooms afterward. At the moment they felt like jello and once she came it was anyone's guess how they would be feeling.

It wasn't paranoia that hard just kept her from him, it had been the small fear that once she'd had a taste of him, Eris would have wanted more and more, until she had her fill. Thing was, Eris had no clue just how much of him and how often it would take to get her fill of him. Something told her that, that was something that was possibly unanswerable.

 

[LordNightDragon]

When his teeth captured the whole of her nipple and areola, allowing his tongue to swab over her heated and stiffened flesh, Eris grasped Loki's hair once again. Both of her hands clenching into fists in his dark locks and pulling him tighter to her right breast as she swore. The pressure at his head made him growl lustfully over her hard nipple as he licked and sucked at her naturally sweet flesh. As sweet as her flesh is, I can just imagine how sweet and supple other parts of her body must be. The thought had Loki grinning around her nipple as his teeth sunk in just a touch more, the added pressure making Eris arch her back once more and press her denim clad cunt tighter against his leather clad cock. The way she ground herself against him was nearly mind numbing and had his cock throbbing and aching even more then before. He was certain she could feel how he pulsed for her at that moment as tight as their clothing was, and the heat he could feel seeping through the leather let him know that she was as greatly aroused as he was. When her hands finally relaxed at his hair, he started to ease his mouth back from her tormented flesh until with a wet pop her nipple slipped from his mouth still glistening with his saliva. He raised his eyes to her once more and licked his lips. "Damn me Eris? Here I thought you were enjoying yourself, but I guess I'm not doing as good of a job as I should be. I'll have to fix that rather quickly then." As he spoke his eyes gleamed with all the mischief appropriate for his title. With her legs still wrapped around his waist, his hands slipped down along the sides of her bare stomach until he found the denim beneath them. As easy as it would have been to borrow a page from Eris' book of tricks, he decided against it and left the material intact as his hands slide over it until he clasped her now bare feet in his hands. The boots she had been wearing long ago slipped from her feet and calves in favor of the comfort of a little bared flesh. Slowly he unwound her legs from his waist and stretched them out behind him, her heels resting on the armrest at the opposite end of the couch. Now that she was separated from him he could see the denim over her cunt darkened with wetness from the expert job he had done at exciting her, so much so that he saw, on the edges of his vision, the slightest sheen on his leathers as he looked over her stretched out body. His hands slowly caressed their way back up her calves and thighs until his fingers teased at the exposed skin above the waist of her jeans. As he shifted back still on his knees he could see Eris' eyes glimmer as she caught sight of his swollen cock trapped in the leather pants and he watched as her stomach fluttered slightly with anticipation.

Without hesitation his hands came to the center of her jeans unbuttoning them and slipping the zipper down in one smooth motion. His fingers dipping between the material and her skin he pulled them down off her hips until the wet center found his knees. Without guidance or suggestion she lifted her legs into the air so he could finish slipping the pants from her lower extremities, the whole time Loki's gaze was locked on her perfectly pale milky skin. Her firm ass and toned thighs pressed at her cunt in such a way that her swollen lips pouted out slightly calling to be sucked and nibbled as he discarded the denim over the back of the suede sofa. His hands wrapped around her ankles and guided her legs spreading them apart. The right he angled and draped over the back of the sofa and the left he lowered to the floor so her foot was flat against the warm marble. Without the denim to contain her arousal, Loki could smell the sweet heady musk that seeped from Eris, so strong it nearly sent his head spinning. Fuck, just this little bit of teasing and she is already flowing and ready. Either I'm better then I recall or it has been a good bit of time since she has had a sexual challenge like this. He inhaled deeply capturing the sweet scent of her cunt in his nostrils and let out a slight moan. Mmmm damn so sweet smelling, almost makes me want to jump past the teasing. No with such a bounty like that, she could tempt gods or goddesses to do her will for just a taste. Instead of be the tempted one, I'm going to drink her dry and leave her begging for more. Turning his gaze from her parted folds and licking his lips, Loki lowered his lips to the inside of her right calf and started licking and nipping his way over her leg, confidently working ever closer to her dripping open cunt. Although he teased her as he held her legs open he didn't linger to long in reaching her swollen slicked labia, his tongue brushing over the swollen folds of her flesh before he captured both of her swollen cunt lips in his mouth as his tongue pushed into her dripping pussy. Even though he could taste her when his tongue initially brushed over and around her labia, it was paled in comparison to lapping her juices from deep inside of her cunt. Her juices were sweet and thick, almost like honey, but there was no confusing the two liquids. Honey was something to be enjoyed with fruit, bread or as mead, but the wetness flowing from between her thighs was its own delicacy. Beyond the sweetness it was pure lust and sexuality, as addictive as any drug in its own right. At that first taste Loki felt his cock surge and stiffen even more then it had before, Eris' liquid lust only fueling his own desires. Any thoughts beyond pleasuring the goddess before him, were wiped away as his tongue bore deep into her cunt, lapping at every corner that he could reach with his natural tongue. Yes he could have easily used his glamour so that there was no part of her that he couldn't reach, but that wouldn't have been a fair challenge of his skills. He wanted to make her cum without any tricks at all. For all the fun our rivalry has been over the Milena, we let it and what the others of our pantheons think get in the way of some really good sex and even more fun then one upping each other has been. He smiles around her swollen lips as he started sucking just a little bit harder at the whole of her molten cunt, his tongue continuing to flick and thrust in and out of her teasing every inch of her from her swollen clit to the depths of her pussy. Every drop of her cream that he drew from her drank down as if he was a man in the desert finally finding water after days without.

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Γλυκό Zeus, με στέλνει κατ' ευθείαν σε Elysium για τέτοια ευχαρίστηση." Sweet Zues, send me straight to Elysium for such pleasure. Eris only ever reverted back to Greek for two reasons; she was really pissed off and ready to level the countryside, or she was really really enjoying herself. It was obviously the second as Loki's mouth treated her pussy like it was the last meal he was ever going to have. "Είστε Θεός, Loki", You are a God, Loki. One pale hand twisted in his hair tugging him closer if possible as his tongue probed the wet depths of her cunt, lapping up her nectar as it oozed from her. Why hadn't she dragged Loki off to the nearest private place before this? Oh right, the constant back and forth and one-upping of each other. Not to mention the fact that technically their two pantheons were at war so to speak. She let out a deep throat chuckle that quickly turned into a moan as his tongue worked her inside and out. The fact Loki hadn't tried to impress her with his shape shifting skills was a plus, not that his own natural tongue wasn't getting the job done. Eris licked her lips, now more than ever she wanted to completely taste his cock. No leather between him and her wet mouth. Though it was rather clear that Loki wasn't going to move until he had made her climax first and she would be a fool of a goddess to try and stop him. Teeth and tongue worked in tandem turning the usually composed goddess into a writhing and moaning mass of flesh as her hips bucked up against his mouth, taking all of the pleasure he was offering her.

It really wasn't too much of a stretch to see why they had been rivals for so long, and had avoided getting together like this long before now. They were very much alike. Causing trouble was their bread and butter and, in this case, they had caused each not only trouble and headaches but also enough sexual frustration to have given Priapus a serious case of blue balls. Another possibility was that they had glimpsed in the other the small things they took issue with inside of themselves. Arrogance, reckless, showing off. They were almost too compatible; if such a thing was possible. Which was why they clashed so much. They could easily go about their duties and lives without having to come in conflict with each other and yet they both had gone out of their way more than once to meddle in the plans of the other or to snatch the win from their hands. If possible Loki seemed to sense her mind wandering from what he was doing and trapped her swollen clit between his lips and teeth and set his tongue to flicking against it. His efforts were rewarded with a keening moan from Eris as her back arched. Her clit pulsed hard trapped as it was. Eris' fingers stroked his scalp as she tugged at his hair, the pressure inside of her growing higher with each flick. Looking down the line of her body their eyes met and locked. Oh yeah he was determined to not let up until he had drank every last drop of her down. Turning her face against the back of the couch as her form undulated, riding the cresting wave of pleasure. When his teeth applied a touch more pressure to her clit, the pale and dark goddess exploded. Her scream as she climaxed reverberated off of the walls, while Loki eagerly lapped up her cum.

Eris' nails nearly gouged the fabric of the couch as her body spasmed, feeding Loki more of her nectar until she was sinking back upon the couch, panting, her chest rising and falling sharply. Laying there trying to catch the breath she really didn't need to take Loki rose between her legs, licking her cum from his lips. she watched his tongue catch every drop. Before that agile and skilled tongue could go for his chin Eris was on her knees and and licking it clean herself. She moaned against his flesh as her hands trailed from his cheeks down to his waist. Eris wasted no time in opening his leathers and as she pushed them down her mouth moved down as well. The first stop was to trace the blue ink that decorated his shoulders with her tongue before continuing on. Blue eyes flicked up at him just as her tongue began to tease and torment his right nipple, tugging at the barbell playfully, before switching to the other one and using her teeth on it. Her even, white teeth pulled at the coiled snake, until he let out a deep groan. Moaning, Eris let her lips lead her to the bounty that waited her. Feeling it, teasing it through clothing had been one thing, but seeing Loki in all his near naked tumescent glory was another thing. Not that she hadn't see that many cocks before but Loki was...perfect. Not too long, not too thick, with the perfect amount of upward curve to him. He was perfect in the fact he was a challenge, well not to her, but other women who weren't as skilled. You couldn't deep throat a curved thick penis like you could a straight penis. Well you could but it was all in how you approached it. Pale fingers curled around the mass of flesh that jutted up from the trimmed black hair that surrounded the base of his cock. As she gave him a slow teasing stroke as she nipped him on the waist. Her thumb traced the fleshy head of his cock before she kissed and nibbled her way up his shaft and took him between her petal soft lips. Keeping her eyes on him Eris used her hand to pull his shaft down as her mouth slowly began to engulf him. A cock like his was one of the reasons why Eris was so glad breathing could be optional. It didn't take long for the thick prow of his cock head to reach the back of her throat. Rolling her shoulder she relaxed her muscles and took him in. Even relaxed he still stretched her until she was pulling back and then sinking back down. She took her time building a steady rhythm of fucking her throat with his cock while her tongue stroked and caressed every part of his shaft that could be reached without making her tongue longer. Loki had stuck to what birth had given him and so would she. Never one to have idle hands Eris let them roam over Loki, sometimes raking her nails over his flesh, other times, stroking or massaging. His cock pulsed in the confines of her mouth, and Eris was fairly sure with such a mouthful a less skilled partner would have either been gagging or choking on their own spit. Every time she took him deep, the goddess swallowed, squeezing already tight throat muscles around him even tighter. After the third round of doing just that one of Loki's hand curled into her thick tresses. Where her hands had been in his out of the need to try and focus on something other than his wicked tongue; Loki's hand was in her hair to try and guide her movements. Then again Loki was very much male and there wasn't a man out there, mortal, god or otherwise that could keep their hands to themselves when getting a first class blowjob.

Of course Loki made no move to direct her actions or even stall them, instead he simply curled his fingers into her hair, enjoying what she was doing. His right hand was holding onto the back of the couch. The look on his face was nearly enough to make her cum again. The look of raw unabashed desire and need. It was almost too much. It wasn't enough though, Eris wanted, no needed more when she looked up into his eyes, it would have been easy enough to continue to suck Loki's cock as she had been. Instead she pulled her mouth up his cock, but she did not let him out of her mouth, though. Eris began to hungrily lick and suck at his swollen head. He groaned, tugged at her hair more. Almost there, but not quite. The look on his face just wasn't right yet, She smiled when he shuddered in response to the sensation of her tongue teasing the opening of his slit. Eris let out a small purr as she tasted his precum. More sweet than salty. More tangy than sour. Eris shifted and took a hold of his cock once more pulling his shaft down to just the right angle. Mischief filled her eyes the half second before Eris swallowed his cock in one smooth move. There was the look; the flutter of eyelids, the deep rumbling groan, the way his fingers twisted in her hair. Eris moaned and swallowed around his cock. She let out a moan of her own as the smooth and deliberate pace her mouth had set earlier vanished. Nails returned to his thighs as she fucked his cock with her mouth.