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When the goddess Aphrodite manifested to grant a boon to her favorite cthonic godling, she hadn’t been expecting to find him like this. That is, trapped in an Elysian wall, half his body hanging out either side of an impossibly snug hole. So full of surprises, this one! She wonders how long he’s been stuck here like this...a while, presumably, given the grey boredom on his face. Her least favorite emotion, unbearable to see on those beautiful features!
But it melts away to relief when he sees her rising in the light of her freshly-sent blessing. “Lady Aphrodite!” he says, his voice like a bell. Ah, he loves her! And needs her help, if she is any judge. She raises an eyebrow at him, smiling, and he hastens to explain-- “A phoenix egg exploded and knocked me through the wall and--I mean, I’m sure it would’ve been fine, except I was unconscious for a bit, and when I woke up, the wall had...reformed around me. You know how everything here repairs itself. And...if I'm honest, Coronacht isn’t the ideal weapon for getting me out.” He conjures the great bow and illustrates--he can barely pull the string half-taut, in this position. “So…”
“So, you’d like my help!” she chimes, floating thoughtfully around him. “Of course, godling. Why, at the very least I could provide some entertainment…”
“Entertainment?” His cheeks flush just the tiniest bit, eyes skating the length of her body before landing modestly on the ground. “Er...that’s quite alright, my lady, if you could just…”
He keeps talking, but her attention has strayed now. Through the ghostly shadow of the wall, visible only to her Olympian eyes, blue-black shades arise, toting pink-gold weapons. Menacing brutes, the lot of them, with their bloodlust all focused on Zagreus. Well, that's just no good at all. What’s a goddess to do? If she asked, no doubt he’d pray to be freed and do battle with them.
But on the other hand...doesn’t he deserve a little break? He ought to enjoy himself while he’s out here, for once! It is time, she thinks, that these crude, half-remembered heroes brought him some pleasure instead. She reaches out to the dead minds on the other side of the wall, the phantasmal bodies, and finds to her glee that they respond almost as easily as living things. Why, then, this shall be simplicity itself! How tremendous! Oh, Zagreus shall be so surprised...
Though, speaking of Zagreus, certain things must be arranged before anyone touches him. Fortunately, it’s the work of a moment to make him ready--shifting the pulse of his blood and the energy of his heart, providing appropriate lubrication… His back arches just a fraction even before he notices anything has changed, as if his body understands and wishes to present itself.
“...Lady Aphrodite, excuse me, did you hear what I...? I...” He hesitates. Squirms, peering over his shoulder with a frown, as though he could see through the wall as she does. “What are you… I, I feel…”
The first shade approaches, kneels, pins the godling’s knees against the wall and presses its shadowy face curiously to the intersection of his legs. Aphrodite squints, bemused, not sure whether it’s smelling or tasting or just craving the feeling of soft flesh against its cheek (for which she could hardly blame it). Whatever its aim, however, it does produce a satisfying first reaction from Zagreus. His face properly scarlet now, he scowls and twists in place, feet flailing and sparking ineffectually.
“--Ah, hey! What--who--” At last, the shade drags its tongue over him through the thin cloth of his leggings, and he goes stiff all over. He’s sensitive (she made him so, after all...or, moreso, rather) and the sensation seems to run through his body like a chill. “Hh, that’s--I--no…!” He twitches and struggles ineffectually as the shade continues and more close in, reaching out for him. “My lady, did, ah, did you…?”
“You just wait,” she tells him, giddy with anticipation. “You’ll feel so refreshed after!”
“Oh, I…” His brow furrows. Ever the little diplomat, she thinks fondly. “I mean no disrespect, but this isn’t--!”
Her eyes are fixed on his face, where every feeling in his heart is written for her to see, but she hears the sound of cloth tearing. Gracious! She knew they were rough, but such impatience…
“Wait, wait, wait,” says Zagreus, straining at the wall holding him, and then lets out a sharp, breathy cry as the first shade enters him at last. It hardly even stops to savor the feeling of him, only rolls its hips in a quick, businesslike rhythm. “Oh--! Aah, hh, Lady Aphrodite please...!”
“Don’t be alarmed, darling! It’s just like using a toy, but better! All you need to do is relax and have a good time, alright? And if you need me to explain it to any of your partners, I’d be happy to assist with that as well.”
At this, inexplicably he bites his lip and averts his eyes. Such timidity, so unlike him! She hovers closer, trying to grasp his feelings more exactly.
“Why, dear, whatever can the matter be?”
“I...I’ve never...I haven’t…” His head drops. “This is my...my first…”
“Oh!” Aphrodite frowns. “Really, love?”
“Yes, so--” His ears so red, now, they might at any moment catch fire like his feet. “Please--”
She clucks affectionately, ghosts misty fingers through his unruly hair. “Now, now, there’s no shame in it...and besides, adorable as it may be to fumble through one’s first time, here you have me! You can hardly fail to enjoy yourself, with my assistance!”
“But--” Such difficulty he has, summoning the words. And anyway, these weak objections are of little concern when she can sense the pleasure already building inside him, flowering from the seed she planted.
“So many would treasure this sight,” she croons. “They all look on you with such lust, godling...the things they would do to you...sweet, pretty Zagreus, who blushes like the sunset, with bright eyes like gems…”
He stares uncomprehendingly up at her with those same eyes, blinking dumbly, his breath hot between his open lips. His haunches rock and shudder with each thrust. “They...who…? The exalted…?”
Oh, precious thing! Oh gorgeous, divine little creature! In his purity, how could he even conceive of the wet dreams of death incarnate, the sweet and brutal imaginings of the eldest erinye? How could he know the fantasies golden Achilles and his lover whisper to each other, alone in their glade? And, since it comes to it, yes, the exalted as well! And more, in fact. How desired he is, without even an inkling of it.
“No, not just them, godling! But goodness, how the rest would love to see you now, they’d just love it. And! Someone shall still be the first, as your face is hidden from these exalted types! Oh--I don’t count, if you were worried.”
“Please,” he says again, dear helpless godling, but she can sense his focus breaking apart, physical sensation overwhelming the embers of his intellect.
“Here...shall we make you more comfortable? A little something to help you along?”
“Wh--?”
She could do it with a thought, but snaps her fingers for show. His eyes go wide, first, a gasp stealing his breath, and then his nerves come alight in an instantaneous, surging peak of pleasure. He cries out, a darling piteous sob--why, the echoes will be ringing here for hours to come!--and quivers, mouth stretching into half a smile as his eyes roll back. He loosens, goes taut, and jerks again, hands clawing at the mossy wall beneath him. Then at last he falls limp, twitching from the aftershocks. Bewildered fragments of sound fall loose from his mouth, dazed half-words that never blossom into a whole sentence. Aphrodite forgives this, and his lack of gratitude, for now. The shade inside him finishes as well, releases deep in the heat of his body, moves aside for its comrades.
“I do not afford such a gift to just anyone,” she chirps into his ear. “Humans, living or dead, why, I like them to earn such blessings...it keeps them keen to worship me, you know!”
“Auh,” he says, a tiny gulp, his mind wiped clean of words for the time being. Another shade steps forward, pumping into him without hesitation, and this time he is pliant in receiving it, begins allowing it to make him feel good.
“But you, godling...such things are not necessary, with you!” She pauses, thinking--perhaps it would be too much? But that voice...like a song! Why, he cannot have felt such things too often before, or it would not have been so shocking. She pities him; she loves him; she must give him more, until he has had his fill, until he is drunk on it.
Again she snaps her fingers. And again, the briefest, most enchanting moment of realization on his face as he feels it coming on. “My lady, wait…!” he tries to say, but the words stretch out, jump an octave, become a delightful, surprised wail. He bucks and trembles, his gold-hot toes curling in the grass. Muscles through his body flutter delicately, convulse with force as he fairly cries in ecstasy. “Oh! Ohhh, I--!”
This time when it ends, his voice becomes a simple, breathless staccato in time with the shade mounting him. No words, just the same aborted syllable, repeated with each impact, a throaty “Uh…!” Music to her ears! Yes, she’s heard louder cries before--a thousand screams of ecstasy, exaggerated and otherwise--but they can hardly compare to the defenseless honesty of gentle Zagreus. She’s quite content to listen for time interminable. So she does, at least until the sixth shade or so finishes inside him just as each one before it, withdrawing all sticky and satisfied, and he whimpers softly in its absence. He misses being full! A promising sign...
“Are you enjoying yourself?” she prompts him.
“Mm-hm,” he mumbles, not quite meaning it, if she’s any judge. Aphrodite pouts, tugging pensively at her lower lip. But no, patience! He’ll grow accustomed in his own time.
“You want some more, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm…” He blinks, eyes refocusing. “I mean...wait...”
There’s a little crowd around him now, teeming like animals waiting to couple in the brush. Aphrodite ushers forward a shade who hasn’t had a turn yet, then pauses as the gate of the other chamber slides open and out stomps one of Elysium's more recognizable residents. Zagreus surely must feel the vibrations of his footsteps, but shade number seven has distracted him and he barely seems to pay them any mind.
Now, this--this is too good. She floats down to whisper in his ear--”You’ll never guess who just arrived!”
“Hhh?” he glances up, all glassy-eyed, much too deep to put it all together. She takes pity on him.
“The Bull of Minos, of course!” She snaps her fingers and Zagreus braces in readiness, bless him--but it was meant for the shade inside him, who comes with an ungainly shudder and grunt.
Zagreus stares a while longer, confused, betrayed, wanting his treat. “My...my lady…?”
“All things in time,” she tells him, drawing the Bull in closer. He’s more a man inside than she’d expected, but still, the smell of sex, the sight of Zagreus all rosy and bare and open--these things do a little of her job for her. And who could not be affected? Only a statue, surely. She finds the thread of his nascent arousal and simply pulls…
“The b...Asterius…” Suddenly Zagreus looks worried again. “He’s...so big though…what if it…”
Aphrodite rushes to soothe him--though from the look of the beast’s stirring loins, his fears are not unfounded. “Why, dearest, I would never allow any harm to come to you! You can accommodate anything with my help, I promise you! Here, let me show you...”
Watching him ever so closely, she flexes her fingers and coaxes his body to further openness. His brow creases, his teeth closing on his lower lip.
“That--that feels, uh…oh, it’s...”
“It makes you want to be filled, doesn’t it?” she purrs, watching as the bull makes himself ready. “Don’t worry, darling, soon. And all those little heroes will be nothing to this, just you wait.”
He opens his mouth to say something else, but then broad, heavy-knuckled fingers wrap around one of his thighs, tugging him back an inch as the bull pushes forward into him. The dizzy shock on his face, the noise he makes--heavenly! A tremulous squeal, pouring out of him in bits and pieces each time he realizes there’s more . So many new experiences for him, and Aphrodite is here to witness them all, what tremendous luck!
“You look just right with a cock in you,” she tells him, doting, satisfied. “I can hardly believe you’ve never had the experience! But I feel so very privileged to witness it now, love. Why don’t you try clenching down on it, hm? Make him feel good.”
“I--I can’t,” he moans, wet thighs trembling. “It’s, uh! It’s--he’s so big, I c--I can’t--”
“Well, not with that attitude!” She strokes his face tenderly, though he can’t feel it, watching him arch as the bull’s big, rough hands close on his hips. “Come, didn’t I tell you? You won’t feel even a moment’s pain! This is going to be delicious, you’ll see when it starts! Don’t you trust me?”
He whimpers, tearfully anxious even as he grinds back on instinct, even as his body keens for more. “My lady, please…”
“I’ll help.” She raises a hand. The look on his face--the combined relief and pleading--she won’t forget it for eons to come. “Oh, I could just eat you up!” she says, and snaps her fingers.
“Lady Aphrodite please I ca-aaaaan’t--!”
In the same instant as the bull begins to move, dear sweet Zagreus comes yet again, voice cracking, tears of pleasure tracking his cheeks, a desperate grin tugging at the corners of his wide-open mouth.
“That’s it…see, what did I tell you, hm? Does that feel good, precious?”
“Yes!” he whines, really meaning it, as she knew he would eventually.
“Aren’t you glad of this little treat?”
“Nh, hh, yes!”
“That’s the spirit!” She peers through the wall, heart swelling in contentment at the sight of the bull sating his desires so recklessly, so honestly. The rippling of his flanks, the long, slick drag when he pulls back, the roughness of his thrusts. The way each one knocks Zagreus forward in the stone grasp of the wall, making his head bob and his eyelids flicker. “He just loves it, you know, he’s never had anything like you! So tight and hot and sweet...you can feel it, no?” She pauses, listening indulgently to his breathless yelps. “Well, I’m sure you can hardly feel anything else at the moment… You simply must find yourself more partners, godling, you’re too good not to be shared. Stop allowing them to resist you.”
“Uh--! Who--?” Still so unsuspecting! Staring up at her through thick, wet lashes... The thought of telling him, just to see the look on his face...well, it’s tempting, but Aphrodite has always preferred to let such things come together naturally. Besides which, she’s done more than enough for him already!
“Dearest,” she says breezily, “anyone you want! Here, shall we have a little lesson? Say fuck me.”
With barely a flicker of embarrassment he groans, “F...fuck me…”
“No, wait, he’s already doing that, isn’t he? Say... fuck me harder!”
“Har...der...fuck m...me harderrr…”
“Well done!” she coos, honey-sweet. “Now say ruin my sloppy hole with your big throbbing prick!”
“Ruin…” he tries blankly, then squirms and moans as the bull does just as he asked previously. Perhaps he can hear Zagreus through the wall. The godling gazes pleadingly up at her, practically speechless, groping for what words he can remember. “‘M...hole...I’m...a hole…?”
Aphrodite bites her knuckles, overcome with adoration. “Mmh! That’s right, darling! Just the cutest hole, too. Oh, I won’t ask any more of you, why don’t you just relax for...however long he takes, hm?”
Indeed, the bull lasts so long that before the end Zagreus manages to finish of his own accord. It’s a raw and wretched thing, wracking his lithe little body--nowhere near as transcendent as Aphrodite’s personal gifts--but she is proud of him nevertheless. And when the bull spills inside him, she thinks...one last time, because he has been so good and lovely. And snaps her fingers again.
This time, exhausted as he is, he can only manage a silent, breathless stare, no sound from his open mouth save for choking clicks that break to a desperate squeak at the tail end. And his body can barely hold the tension for even a moment, poor thing--the instant it’s over, he drops like a ragdoll, so utterly relaxed he could be asleep.
She ought to leave him to his rest, now, but for a while she watches him pant, hanging there, thoroughly debauched, as the exalted shades disperse at last. Barely a thought in his head, the dear. Happily, she imagines what offerings he might leave her for this--more ambrosia, perhaps? It’s been too long since a supplicant gave her some. But, for now...before she goes, she lays a blessing on his bloodstones, which should certainly be more than enough to break him free.
Two gifts for the price of one! Lucky godling.