• Day 01 (F/F, Ariadne / OC)
• Day 02 (F/F, Ariadne / OC)
• Day 03 (M/M, Dionysos / Hermes / Apollon)
• Day 04 (M/M, Dionysos / Hermes / Apollon)
• Day 05 (M/M, Dionysos / Hermes / Apollon)
• Day 06 (M/F, Aphrodite / Dionysos)

Day 01

Dionysos yawned. He had just woken up after a night of drunken debauchery. There was no hurry to get up right away, so he lay on the soft cushions, listening to his noisy, bustling camp. He opened his eyes. He was in his own tent, empty kantharoi and certain stains hinting at a night well spent. Neither his wife nor any other partners were here, so either he had gone to bed alone or they had already left. He yawned again, stretching idly. Too bad he was by himself. He'd fancy a cuddle and some morning sex. Well, midday sex, most likely. But when his thoughts turned to his phallus, something felt off. He often had an erection in the morning but his penis felt as if it was pressing against something hard, even though he lay on his back. He removed the cuddly purple blanket and glanced down. Instead of his cock springing free he saw it locked into a finely crafted cage of gold.

Dionysos blinked. Maybe he was still drunk. He rolled out of bed and stumbled out of his tent without bothering getting dressed. The fresh mountain air helped clear his head. He should ask Ariadne first. She often bound him with thick ropes when they were making love so maybe she had arranged for this too while he had been asleep. And if not, there were several among his companions and lovers who would find such a thing funny. She'd have to help him find the culprit.

He found her chatting in a group of maenads. But the moment she spotted the golden cage he could tell it wasn't her work because her eyes briefly widened in surprise before she started giggeling.

"What in great Gaia's name is this?"

"I was hoping you'd tell me."

Dionysos dropped between the maenads in a dramatic pose. He bedded his head in Hypatia's lap as Ariadne examined the vile construction.

"I've never seen such a thing," she said, "But considering your lack of self-control it does look quite handy."

"Ha ha." Dionysos stole a kiss from Hypatia. "That doesn't exactly make you sound innocent. If it wasn't you, who could it be?"

Ariadne shrugged, her gaze still on the golden bars.

"It could be anyone in our retinue. Or beyond. It's a good prank."

"Hermes."

His mischievous brother was also a possibility. They had not slept together in a while but Hermes would do this just for the fun of it. And he was sneaky enough to pass through the camp without being seen.

"That's what I was thinking. But first let's see if it was anyone here. Would save a lot of trouble."

Dionysos had to agree. He assembled everyone and presented his predicament, asking for the creative inventor to come forward and free him. But nobody did. They had a good laugh but when Dionysos made clear it wasn't a performance and he really couldn't get the thing off, the laughter died.

So Dionysos called for his elder brother and when he didn't show up right away, he returned to his tent to sulk. And maybe eat some grapes. He shouldn't be too concerned, Siphnian sex was still possible. But on the other hand, that erection he had earlier had been quite uncomfortable. And he couldn't have one without the other.

"Are you all right?" Ariadne entered their tent with a platter of treats, an arm about the hips of a dark-skinned maenad. "Did Hermes not come?"

"No," Dionysos replied sullenly, "He doesn't always arrive right away."

Ariadne nodded.

"He'll come. And if it wasn't him, at least he can help us find out more."

"Hm."

"Look on the bright side, my love. This way, you can enjoy arousal without climax. You always speak so fondly of this thing you learned from Aphrodite. What did you call it? Edging?"

"That's different."

"Come on, sweetie. One could believe you are the god of misery they way you sit here. Let's put some joy back into you."

She embraced him, breathing hot kisses down his neck until he giggled - he was ticklish - and caught her lips for a deep kiss. Familiar bonds closed around his wrists, the soft but strong silken rope whose shiny threads she braided especially for their conjugal games. She tied him to the tent pole so he wouldn't have been able to touch himself even without the cage. It always added an exciting element to their lovemaking.

Sunaina, the dark-skinned maenad from India, pulled her away from the tent pole into her arms.

"As long as he can't satisfy you, allow me..."

Dark lips found pink ones and Dionysos watched them go at each other as if he weren't even there. Sunaina's amber complexion contrasted beautifully with Ariadne's pale skin. Dionysos had been drawn to her exotic appeal so much when she first became a part of his retinue that Ariadne had become jealous, accusing him of ruining their harmonious bed. Now the beautiful princess was one of her favourite lovers as well. Frenzied fingers loosened each other's garments and both women stood uncovered before him, still locked in furious kisses. The tip of his cock grew against the cold bars of the cage, reminding him of the cruel trick played on him. But still he could not avert his eyes when Ariadne buried her face in Sunaina's bosoms, the maenad grasping her bum in turn as they sunk into the cushions Dionysos himself had occupied some two hours earlier.

"What lovely cheeks you have, my goddess."

"What hm... gorgeous breast YOU have, my princess."

Ariadne's lips closed around her right teat. She closed her eyes as she tasted it, as if she were tasting an exquisite wine. Sunaina's sigh's turned into moans as the god's wife sucked harder.

"Oh by dear Bakkhos!"

Dionysos stared at the erotic show in front of him, unable to participate. His cock had started aching against its tightening prison, like a sore muscle but infinitely more exasperating. The women in front of him seemed to have forgotten all about him and he didn't want to disrupt their loving union. At least the pleasure emanating from them like steam felt incredibly good.

Kantharoi is the plural of kantharos, a type of wine cup and attribute of Dionysos. It looks like this.

Siphnian sex is anal sex.

Sunaina is a character based on an episode in Ovid's Fasti:

Among the captive girls of surpassing beauty [from India] was a princess whom Bacchus liked too much. His loving wife wept [...] "Bacchus known only for my tears, have you the gall to parade a whore before me and ruin our harmonious bed? O, where is your vow? Where are your many oaths? [...]  I suppose you prefer a dark whore to my fairness. May my enemies have that complexion. But what's the point? You like her more for that blemish. What are you doing? She defiles your embrace. Bacchus, remain faithful and prefer no woman to a wife's love."

In my version of the story, nobody was willing to ransom her and though she started as a captive she found a new home in the retinue of Dionysos. In the Fasti, Ariadne's lament ends with Dionysos, who overheard everything, promising to make her immortal and he keeps his promise. I imagine Ariadne to realise she was wrong to be angry with Sunaina, who was a captive at the time, and they find they actually have a lot in common, both having being princesses before becoming a part of Dionysos' retinue.

Many thanks to my lovely demigods, nymphs, and satyrs Ellis, Jane, Malpertuis, Max, Maxime, Peter, Sarah, Vendice, and Vladimir. May you always be somebody's princess (or prince).

And many thanks in particular to Bryce, my lovely titan patron. May Dionysos always grant you joy and entertainment!

Day 02