Kinktober 2024
Hello my lovelies,
the Kinktober prompt calendar is now complete, created with the help of everyone who voted in the poll and made suggestions!
The most popular entry was "Restrained / Entangled" with 58% of voters choosing this kink and the least popular options were "Stalking", "Possession", and "Up In The Air" sex which received only one single vote each.
I combined all the suggestions into five prompts, marked in the calendar by using italics.
- Virgins: Achilles / Patroklos
- Aphrodisiac
- Body worship / Breast worship: Demeter / Iasion
- Wax Play: Bee Maidens / Apollon
- Choking
- Safeword / Aftercare
- At Work: Hera / Iris
- Gender Play
- Thigh Sex
- In the Wild Outdoors: Artemis / Daphne
- Food Kink: Zeus / Ganymedes
- Size Difference/Giantess/Tiny People: Thor / Gjálp
- Exposed / On Display
- Telepathy: Apollon / Pythia
- Spanking
- Ritual
- Magic
- Praise Kink
- Masturbation: Anput
- Voyeurism: Helios
- In Full Armour: Penthesileia
- Wedding Night: Herakles / Hebe
- Glory Hole: Hermes
- Teacher / Student
- Pegging
- Hot Spouse / Cuckold
- Restrained / Entangled
- Sex Slave
- Hunted
- Detachable Head: Medusa
- Monster / Human Sex
This post will be updated throughout Kinktober as I finish stories for each kink. Follow me on Mastodon or subscribe to catch the updates.
Let's have a great Kinktober, everyone!
01. Virgins: Achilles x Patroklos
His lips were hot on mine, his hands soft on my shoulders. My arms were wrapped around him, holding him close, my as hard as a bronzen sculpture. I wanted more, wanted to be as close to him as possible, share that special kind of intimacy that I had only heard about so far. Achilles pulled away from me slightly, flushed and breathless. His chest was gleaming in the golden light of dusk, a sheen of sweat from our training turned smooching.
"Patro...klos...," he said, his eyes full of love and longing, "I want... I want you. I want you to make love to me."
I nodded.
"I want that too. But..." Embarrassment coloured my cheeks. "Do you know how?"
Achilles stubbornly clenched his jaw.
"It can't be that hard. Everyone is doing it."
Everyone but us, apparently.
"For all the things Chiron is teaching us," I joked. "Um... Shall we just stroke each other like we did before?"
"No!" Achilles got up from my lap and paced up and down the clearing. "We will do this right!"
I shook my head at him.
"We can't do this right if we have no clue HOW to do this at all."
Achilles kicked a pine cone.
"There are not that many options," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Not many holes. Girls have a hole."
I crossed my arms.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea."
"Patroklos! Humans have done this for millenia. We are not the first and we won't be the last. Let's just try it!"
I still didn't think it was a good idea. But I was so horny and in love with him that I ignored my better judgement.
"So which hole do you want me to use?"
Achilles stopped and looked at me.
"My mouth? Feels pretty good already, right?"
"But then I won't be able to kiss you and hold you. And you can't talk to me."
"Right."
I felt completely out of my depth concerning the OTHER hole, though. Nothing usually went IN there. How even START? I reached for Achilles' hand and he complied, coming back to me and letting me pull him down.
"I think the mouth might be easier after all." I smiled. "If you let me?"
Achilles nodded. He crouched down between my legs and gave me a few strokes to get me back up. Then he hovered over the tip of my cock, his lips parted.
"Make love to me, Patroklos," he said, his long hair flowing over his shoulders like rivers of gold.
"I love you, Achilles," I said, "I hope I'm doing it right."
I thrust up into him, the warmth of his mouth engulfing me right away. It felt amazing. I gulped, seeing my beloved with his mouth full of my cock was more arousing than I would have thought. His tongue was unbelievably soft and even though I felt his teeth as well I was blown away. Achilles' eyes were smiling. He was enjoying it too, wasn't he? My hips started moving as if on their own accord, I didn't have to think about it at all. A sound came from Achilles and I felt the limits of his mouth when my cock pushed against it. Achilles gagged. Oh dear.
"Achilles? Achilles are you all right?"
He urged me on with a gesture but I pulled out and wrapped my arms around him.
"This was great!" I told him. "We'll get better in time."
It was only later that I found out that most couples used the thighs for sex.
FIN
02. Aphrodisiac: Original Characters
Kimon held the bundle of rose-flavoured cakes close to his chest. He had paid a small fortune for the enchanted aphrodisiac, imbued with the powers of Aphrodite herself, as the woman had told him. But it was worth all the money and more because Theoxena would finally be his. He had pined for the cruel girl for weeks but she had never given in to his advances and now that was about to change. How she had teased him with her beauty, how she had coquettishly lifted her peplos as she walked, how she had bound her hair above her soft, tender neck that drove him mad with desire. She had taken advantage of his help without ever permitting any favours, not even a kiss, not even one touch. But today, he should have her at last.
Kimon approached the fountain where the women were gathered to fetch water and wash their laundry. Theoxena was chatting with Glauke, a woman old enough to be her mother, and ignored him completely. Her eyes shined like stars, as if Glauke had told her something amazing, when in truth it was probably just an old wives' tale. Kimon put on a radiant smile.
"Good day, ladies," he said, not even gracing old Glauke with a look, "Working hard?"
"Laundry is a lot of work," Glauke replied as if he was talking to her. "We'll be here for the better part of the day."
"Don't let your hands get rough from the washing," Kimon said to Theoxena with a wink. She shook her head.
"Oh no. Phintys and I are hanging it up to dry."
Phintys was a mousy girl with shaggy hair and bad eyes who was too smart for her own good. No man would ever want to marry a girl whose eyes were not good enough for delicate needlework and who went to listen to the lectures of the philosophers instead of doing housework like a dutiful daughter. What was her father even thinking allowing that? If he wanted to discuss philosophy he'd do so with his friends, not his wife.
"Does that mean you'll be all wet?" Kimon grinned, pleased with his salacious joke.
"Uh. No, I don't think so. Only the laundry will be."
"Let's go, love," Glauke said, taking her by the shoulder like an ugly mother hen.
"Wait!" Kimon exclaimed. The cakes! She had to eat the cakes!
"What is it?" Glauke's eyes grew stern when she homed in on Kimon.
"I... I got you a gift, Theoxena."
Kimon opened the bundle and pulled out a rose cake, sticking it between her lips. It had supposed to be a sensual, suave move but she was squeaked and backed away. But the cake was in her mouth nonetheless.
"Enjoy! I got more for you if you like hot buns."
Theoxena nibbled on the enchanted rose cake.
"Thank you," she said shyly.
Kimon left the women and strolled around the agora. Now all he had to do was wait.
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"You don't have to put up with him, love," Glauke said, rubbing Theoxena's back soothingly.
"It's all right," Theoxena replied. "The cake is quite tasty, actually."
She joined Phintys to help with the laundry, listening to her thoughts on the last lecture she got to attend. But it became harder and harder to focus on her words. Her gaze hung on Phintys' lips, small and pink. Heat pooled in her core. Kissing those rose-coloured lips, brushing her fingers over her soft cheek, running her hands over her body... Theoxena felt a blush blooming on her cheeks. But thankfully Phintys' eyesight wasn't the best and she didn't notice, still sharing her thoughts on the lecture. Theoxena was starting to feel hot, a desire raging inside her with such growing intensity that she had to do something, anything! She looked around. The others were focused on their work. A group of men were chatting in the distance. Theoxena pulled Phintys between the drying linen and pressed a searing kiss onto her lips. Phintys startled but when she realised what was happening, she melted into the kiss like the wax of a burning candle. Theoxena broke away for a moment, breathing heavily.
"I want you!" she panted. "Right here. Between the laundry."
Phintys stared at her with wide, hazel eyes.
"Me?"
Theoxena nodded.
"Yes. Please! I'm consumed with desire for you. Please!"
Phintys' cheeks glowed.
"I never knew!" she squeaked. "I admired you from afar, Theoxena. But to think that you would ever want me. Me!"
"Of course I do," Theoxena said, kissing her neck and stroking her bum cheeks. "You're smart and and you always give me a hand when I need it. And I need your hand now."
"So dirty..." Phintys murmured.
Theoxena lifted her skirts and guided her hands between her thighs.
"Will you help me quell my desire?"
Phintys nodded shyly, returning the kiss as she stroked Theoxena. Every touch felt a hundred times more intense, as if she were masturbating for the very first time. Phintys slid her tongue against her lips, tentative and warm. Theoxena welcomed her in, her own tongue swirling around the girl's. A soft sigh escaped Phintys' tender throat, her small hand stoking the fire in Theoxena's loins with every move. Theoxena pressed against her.
"More!" she demanded.
Phintys did her best to comply, despite her petite stature. There was more strength in her body than Theoxena would have thought. No matter what other people thought, Phintys was not a push-over. Her hand moved quickly, giving Theoxena the friction that she so craved.
"Keep... hah! Like this! Steady!" she pleaded, her words tumbling out barely intelligible, but Phintys caught the gist of it. With surprising determination she stood her ground, her hand never ceasing its rapid rhythm. Theoxena could feel her climax within reach, her forehead beaded with sweat, her breath ragged, her skin burning.
"Please, please, please, please...."
It was the most intense orgasm of her life, as if she had been blessed by the goddess Aphrodite herself, her moans a lustful hymn to the Mistress of Love.
"So... uh...," Phintys mumbled as Theoxena sank into her arms, "Are we girlfriends now?"
FIN
03. Breast Worship: Demeter
Iasion could hardly believe his luck that Demeter, a goddess of Mount Olympos, had taken him as her lover. He never felt special before, just a regular farm boy who worked his father's fields and prayed to the gods for help with the crops. But ever since Demeter had first seduced him, he felt like the most special man in all of Greece. He waited excitedly in the little grove where she told him she'd meet him in secret, away from prying eyes. He had braided a wreath of flowers into his hair to please her and cleaned himself up with a bath in the river. He wore his best chiton, even if it would be tossed aside very quickly. He leaned against one of the trees, smoothing his garment, when Demeter appeared. She was dressed in a finely-spun chiton that was draped in a way that accentuated her voluptuous figure, bringing out the roundness of her hips and the fullness of her breasts. Iasion gaped, unable to take his eyes off her.
"Good evening, my love," she said, embracing him with a kiss. "I have missed you so!"
Iasion blushed.
"I have missed you like the crops miss Helios," he replied, "Life without you is like living in the dark."
She chuckled, giving him another kiss.
"My dramatic little lover. But now I am here."
"Let me worship you, oh my beautiful goddess!"
He sank to his knees in front of her, kissing her ankles as he lifted her rich garment.
"Show me your devotion, Iasion," she replied, ungirding her chiton. The cloth fell to the ground, revealing Demeter's strophion bound around her heavy breasts for support. Iasion looked up at her, kissing up her calf.
"I am your most loyal servant, oh blooming Demeter!" he assured her, his kisses marking a wet path up her soft leg.
07. At Work: Hera / Iris
Iris scurried after Hera, her heels clicking on the floor. Her boss was dressed in a shimmering blue trouser suit, her long strides emphasising her commanding presence. Whatever Hera wanted done in this enterprise, it got done. Iris checked the schedule again. A meeting about planned floodings with Poseidon before lunch with the husband. She had booked them a table for two at a cosy, romantic little restaurant at 12.30 but Iris didn't feel like either of them would appreciate it. She opened the door to the meeting room for Hera and presented her with the cup of coffee that she had picked up on the way. Just a splash of milk and two sugar cubes, served in her favourite mug. Hera gave a subtle nod as she received her drink and sat down on the office chair. It was just a run-of-the-mill office chair but Hera made every chair she graced with her well-shaped buttocks into a throne. Iris watched her drink her coffee and going through her notes.
"I can't focus," she said as if it was Iris' fault.
"How can I help?!" Iris replied, a beaming smile on her lips.
Hera put down her cup and turned towards her in the office chair, legs spread wide like a man on commute.
"Get on your knees and start licking."
Iris bent down awkwardly in her short skirt and heels and crawled towards her boss. Hera had opened the top button of her trouser suit, not even gracing her assistant with a look as she scrolled through Poseidon's last e-mails. Iris reached out and pulled down the zipper, revealing a shimmering of golden lingerie beneath. She wondered if Hera had put them on for her or for Zeus or just to please herself. Whatever the case, it was gorgeous, but it was in the way of her mission. She pulled it down to reveal a smoothely depilated mons veneris. She hurried to lick the silky skin, obeying faithfully. Hera let out a soft sigh.
"So warm and tender," she commented. "I can really use this break."
Iris's tongue found its way to Hera's slit, lapping up her juices. She wouldn't get all the way to the entrance with the trousers on but she wouldn't have to. Her boss' clit was already hardening. Iris covered it with her warm mouth, circling it with her delicate tongue. It grew noticably and Hera moaned. Excellent. Hera definitely needed to relax more. Iris brushed lightly over slit and crest. Poseidon wouldn't be here for another five minutes, ten if she accounted for his notorious tardiness. There was no time to waste. She suckled gently, both hands on Hera's open thighs. The tart taste of her juices made Iris' own cunt drip, soaking her silken panties. By queenly Hera, she loved her job! Her mouth was full of the goddess she admired most, flooding her senses. Just being allowed to serve her in this way filled her with pride and a sense of accomplishment. Hera didn't expose herself to just anyone! Her tongue worked tirelessly, her tight up-do loosening with the movement of her head. Hera breathed in deeply, then took a sip of her coffee.
"Good girl."
The words of praise spurred Iris on, fanning the flames of her own desire. But it was purely professional, yes, yes. Hera would not invite HER to lunch. Iris titilated the engorged clit with the tip of her tongue, saliva running down her chin and on the chair Hera sat upon. With a hasty glance at the time Iris gently sucked, hoping it would be enough to bring her boss to climax. She had assessed the situation correctly: with a few heaving breaths, Hera orgasmed, her clit pulsing in Iris' mouth. Her slit was wet and slick with arousal and saliva. But Iris closed her zipper anyway. She knew better than to speak, crawling out from under the desk as if she had only picked up a fallen pen, smoothing her skirt.
"Remind me to give you a bonus," Hera said, not even looking up from her notes. "I do reward good performance."
FIN
If you enjoyed Hera and Iris together, "Serving the Queen" is another story featuring the two, illustrated by Sinita for demigod tier patrons of my writing.
10. In the Wild Outdoors: Artemis / Daphne
Daphne, a nymph of the streams, had never been man-crazy like most of her sisters. Instead, she avoided all males like the plague, preferring to go into the mountains of the Peloponnese for a hunt. Artemis had long noticed her, appreciating her skill and dedication to the hunt as well as maidenhood. One day, Artemis decided to run into her in the mountains, taking her silver bow and lacing up her hunting boots, careful that her short chiton was practical yet becoming, that her dark hair was bound to stay out of her face but also added to her charm. She prowled the forest on silent feet until she had the maiden in her sights. When she stepped forward between the trees to reveal herself, Daphne startled and before Artemis could speak, she let loose an arrow her way. Being a goddess, Artemis just stepped aside, the arrow hitting one of the trees behind her. Daphne trembled.
"I didn't mean to do that! I didn't mean to shoot your way, Lady Artemis, please believe me!"
"I believe that you did, sweet Daphne, and your arrow would have hit true if the target wasn't the Goddess of the Hunt." She grinned. "I wanted to meet you in the flesh and I am not disappointed."
"L-Lady Artemis," Daphne stammered, "I-I am a great admirer of... of you."
Artemis smirked.
"I hear you do not care for the company of men. Is it true?"
"As true as the words of the Pythia in Delphi."
Artemis stepped closer.
"Do you instead care for the company of women?" she asked with a flirtatious smile.
Daphne nodded breathlessly. Their eyes locked and Artemis felt the spark like a strike of her father's lightning. In a flash they were upon each other, kissing wildly. She pressed Daphne against a tree trunk, the knotty bark leaving marks on her arse. The air was full of birdsong and the gurgling of the nearby stream and the fragrant smell of resin from the tree. Daphne tumbled with her into the forest floor of dry leaves and weeds, still kissing. Her hand crept up Artemis' short chiton and Artemis sighed, a sound that drowned in the noises of the forest. Crushed plants stained her clothes with their green sap as she rolled around with the nymph, kissing and feeling the shape of her breasts, the curve of her body, the heat of her womanhood. Artemis licked her lips.
"Spread your legs, beautiful," she said, leaves and dirt sticking to her knees as she crawled down towards Daphne's feet, lifting her skirt to get a good look at the untrimmed bush, a proud patch of dark, curly hair. Artemis was looking forward to getting a closer look. Her teats rubbed against the fine fabric of her chiton, hard and sensitive. She kissed the spot just above the pubic triangle, then she spread Daphne's lips and covered the slit with her mouth. A surprised squeal came from the nymph as Artemis licked like a fountain. Her tongue was skilled and experienced. This wasn't the first girl she tasted and she wouldn't be the last. A thick, coarse hair stuck to her tongue but she didn't let that deter her. There was nothing more delightful than having a girl out here, deep in the forest, far away from the rules of the city, from judgemental eyes and wagging tongues. She grabbed Daphne's firm, muscular buttocks, slurping as she suckled on her folds. Daphne scratched the ground with her sandalled feet, he body quivering. Artemis grabbed a prickly stick and removed it before Daphne would squirm over the ground and be hurt by it. A bee buzzed past them and Artemis felt her own womanhood getting wide and wet. Daphne had a tangy aroma to her that she couldn't get enough of, her skin smooth over the amazing strength of her glutes. Artemis made a surprised noise when Daphne rubbed against her, getting herself off on her tongue. She let go of one buttock to stroke herself. This was too hot! Daphne's breath sped up, her whimpers blending with the soundscape of the forest. Artemis let out a low groan herself as she approached her climax, fingers rubbing frantically over her swollen pearl. Daphne flexed her buttocks, legs straining as she came, her cries rousing two birds from their seat above them. Artemis bit her lip hard, hissing with the intensity of her orgasm. She wiped her fingers on one of the larger weeds but she could feel the juices running down her chin. Daphne sat up beside her, pulling her into her lap.
"No need to clean up before round two," she said and pressed a kiss to her lips.
FIN
11. Food Kink: Zeus / Ganymedes
The gathering in the House of Zeus upon Olympos had ended and Ganymedes sighed as he started cleaning up. He gathered empty cups, wiped away spilled nectar, and moved the tables out of the way. Come morning, the hall would be ready for the council meeting with the major Olympian gods. But right now, it looked like a battlefield of carousing. He was removing the cover of a stained pillow when Zeus entered, dressed in a loosely draped himation. He must have prepared for bed.
"Ganymedes, my darling," he said, "My bed is so terribly cold and lonely without you!"
The boy allowed his divine lover to embrace him and place a kiss on the nape of his neck. Then he gestured at the remains of the evening.
"And it will be until I am done tidying up this mess."
Zeus wrapped his arms around him, warm and prickling with electricity.
"Leave it to the other servants and come to bed with me," he suggested.
"No," Ganymedes brushed him off, "I have served and smiled all night and I haven't even eaten yet. Wait or go to bed without me."
Zeus paused.
"You haven't eaten?!" he boomed.
"No. When was I supposed to eat while serving drinks?" Ganymedes shook his head. "Smelled delicious, though."
"We have to do something about that!"
Zeus left and Ganymedes, puzzled, continued his work.
As he was taking down the decorations Zeus returned with a large golden platter ladden with food.
"Sit down, my boy. Let's feed you."
Ganymedes smiled. Zeus was too sweet. He obeyed, reclining on one of the couches with a coquettish pose, giving his divine lover a flirtatious look. Zeus sat down beside him and wrapped a strong arm around him as he picked up a piece of ambrosia. It was the only food available up here on Mount Olympos and Ganymedes wondered if it helped make him unageing.
"Open wide, love," Zeus said and Ganymedes opened his mouth with a chuckle. The ambrosia was soft and sweet like honey, melting on his tongue and making him realise how hungry he was. He licked the divine delicacy off Zeus' finger, suckling until he had lapped up even the last remnants of its sweetness. He knew this simple act would set his lover on fire. Zeus was easy that way. But his gaze was filled with something more than just desire.
"My love," he said, "I don't want you to lack for anything." He tenderly brushed his hand over Ganymedes' cheek. "You have been a magnificent cup bearer tonight, providing drinks for everyone. Let me provide for you now."
He selected another chunk of ambrosia, firmer and darker than the first. Ganymedes received it with curiosity, wondering what it would taste like. The texture was brittle like old cheese and just as flavourful, filling his mouth with heavenly bliss. Zeus made sure that he left no crumbs, making him lick them off his fingers.
"Good boy. Now you should drink something too." He produced an unused golden cup and poured nectar from Ganymedes' own jug. "Drink up, love. It's not every day that the King of the Gods is serving drinks."
He winked. Ganymedes couldn't help but laugh, receiving the cup and drinking in eager gulps. As he emptied it, a few drops ran down his chin and fell onto his chest. But Zeus quickly kissed the golden liquid away and pressed another piece of ambrosia against his lover's lips.
"Eat up."
Ganymedes pulled it from his fingers with his teeth and devoured it. This time, he was reminded of the aromatic taste of a stew seasoned to perfection with herbs and spices. The ambrosia dissolved into the thick, soupy quality he would expect. Eagerly he opened his mouth for he next delight, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Zeus chuckled and dutifully filled his mouth, the portion on the golden platter shrinking bit by bit. It didn't take long for the pangs of hunger to subside, replaced by a pleasant satisfaction. But ambrosia was too delicious to leave any on the platter. And now that his need had been met, a different kind of hunger began to manifest. Ganymedes crawled on his lover's lap, looking up with pleading eyes and begged for more. Zeus was all too happy to oblige. The ambrosia had a creamy quality and the god smeared it all over Ganymede's plump lips, watching him with smouldering eyes. Ganymedes returned his gaze with rising heat as he suckled on Zeus' thumb in his mouth. Oh by fiery Eros, he wanted him! When Zeus delivered the next morsel, he pulled it from his hand with his teeth and let it drop.
"Oh, clumsy me," he remarked, picking the ambrosia up with thumb and index finger, only to smear it all over the king's very obvious erection. Zeus gaped. Ganymedes gave him a smirk. "I better clean it up."
He closed his lips around the head and immediately the ambrosia's flavours exploded on his tongue. He washed his tongue over the tip, making Zeus sigh sweetly. Ganymedes enjoyed giving oral, divine cocks were usually clean, but even the phallus of a god didn't taste that good! Fruity aromas delighted his senses as he sucked on his lover's crown, loving every moment of it. The ambrosia elevated this already hot activity to the next level of horny bliss. Ganymedes took in more of the shaft, giving his erastes a bit of friction as his soft tongue worked the tip. He felt it swell in his mouth and leaked a few drops of pre-come onto his own thigh. Oh by Eros this was hot!
"My little rascal," Zeus groaned.
"Uh-huh," Ganymedes agreed. He allowed the god's length to go deeper and deeper as he tried to savour every little splash of ambrosia. But before he had licked it all up, Zeus shivered like the branches of his sacred oak trees and erupted, thick, salty come flooding Ganymedes' mouth. He swallowed most of it before withdrawing with a slurping noise.
"I didn't know there was sperm-flavoured ambrosia."
Zeus laughed and cuddled him close in his strong arms.
"There's a lot more where that is coming from."
FIN
12. Size Difference/Giantess/Tiny People: Thor / Gjálp
Warnings: menstrual blood 🩸 and consent issues
Thor and Loki were on their way to the jötunn Geirrödr's abode and fording the river Vimur, the largest of the rivers that were formed at the beginning of the world. They walked swiftly to pass to the other side but when they were in the middle of the river, the flow became so strong that it threatened to sweep them away. Something caused it to rise rapidly! Looking around in his peril, Thor spotted a certain cleft and saw that it was Gjalp, Geirrödr's daughter, who was purging herself into the river, her month blood making it swell like a mounting creek in Spring. Loki leapt into the water and turned into a salmon. Thor knew that he had to do something too or he would be taken by the Vimur. He picked up a big stone out of the river and hauled it at the cleft with all his might. He did not miss. Gjalp rubbed the part where she had been hit and looked around, trying to find the source of her pain. Thor was about to hurl another stone from the riverbed when Gjalp picked him up with her giant hand and took away the stone. She was curious more than angry but Thor was very angry.
"Trying to drown me, were you, jötunn?" he roared.
Gjálp blinked.
"Where else am I to rid myself of my blood if not in the river?" she asked.
"Anyone who bleeds such amounts and is still standing by the end of it is suspicious to me," Thor replied without answering her question.
Gjalp chuckled.
"Angry little Ás," she said with much amusement, "We shall find a way to stop my bleeding eventually."
"Women's issues," Thor replied with a huff. "A stopper is what you need."
He gestured at his crotch. A smile lit up Gjalp's face.
"Sure? It'll be full of blood."
"Do I look like someone who is afraid of a little blood?!"
Gjalp shook her head.
"Indeed you do not."
She waded through the water to the other side of the Vimur, carrying Thor with her like a doll. Once at the shore, she sat both of them down, lifting her skirts.
"If you would crawl inside me to soak up the blood with your clothes that would be incredibly helpful," she ventured. "A true stopper for the bleeding."
Thor snorted.
"I'm not a rag!"
Gjalp shrugged.
"I knew you'd not be man enough after all. Men brag of the gore they've seen on the battlefield but then shrink like wilting flowers in the face of a woman's blood."
Thor gave her a fiery look.
"I'm not getting any smaller, am I?"
"Fair enough." She spread her legs. "Go inside, then, and don't shrink."
Thor cursed under his breath as he ungirded his travelling gear until he stood before her in just his clothes. He'd ruin a perfectly good cloak and tunic and pair of trousers. But he needed to get past her. He took off his boots, then approached the gaping hole that was dark with blood. Without thinking he crawled into it, feeling the wet warmth engulf his feet. His muscular arms pushed against the stony ground to further slide inside. The blood stained his trousers and tunic but it didn't smell strongly. Well, she had been bathing in the river after all. Suddenly her hand grasped for him and shoved him further into her.
"Oh yes, little Ás!" she groaned. Thor struggled but her muscular walls were strong enough to keep him in place for the moment. Only his head and arms emerged from the bloody hole. Thor cursed.
"Blasted jötunn, let me go!"
"Not until I am satisfied."
She closed her fist around him and moved him rhythmically as if he were a fake phallus. Thor's face turned red with embarrassment and anger.
"Once I get out of here-"
She laughed heartily.
"Once you do you will be covered in blood and womanly juices. But the river is close."
Thor grunted angrily, attempting to escape the slippery prison, but despite all his strength it was difficult without anything to hold on to. She tightened her grip on him and plunged him deeper into her, her walls engulfing him.
"Oh yes, yes!"
The contractions of her cunt knocked the breath out of his lungs. She pulled him halfway out only to push him back in. His whole face was smeared with her blood and it was beginning to soak through his clothes. He trembled with rage but Gjalp had the best time, squirming and moaning on the ground. The more he fought against it, the more she seemed to enjoy it until she released a loud cry, the fluttering of her sticky, bloody walls almost suffocating him. When she finally pulled him out all he could do to not lose any more of his dignity was preventing himself from puking. His clothes were ruined, soaked with blood and small bits of dark flesh. His face and arms were wet and sticky with her cunt's fluids and month blood. He called her a hag and turned back towards the Vimur.
FIN
Old English monaðblot "month-blood" for menstruation
Old Norse "vana-sótt kvenna" for menstruation
vana-sótt: a chronic, habitual illness
kvenna: women('s)
14. Telepathy: Apollon / Pythia
Feeling Apollon was part of being the Pythia. Apollon only accepted gifted seeresses for this highly prestigious position. His essence would enter her to give her visions, feelings and inklings about the events those who came to consult the oracle would enquire. Sometimes she felt his presence near her, heard him whisper words into her ear. For days, though, he had remained absent. She had performed the ritual, she had called upon him, she had tried to flatter him with praise, but nothing. She addressed him while she was tidying his sanctuary, something that he usually seemed to like.
"Lord Apollon who shoots from afar, who sees all within and beneath the sky, hear me!"
To her surprise, she not only felt his presence when he listened to her prayer, she suddenly saw him! Standing by the brazier, tall and infinitely handsome, she couldn't help but gape.
"My dear Pythia," he spoke with a voice as smooth as the most precious silk, "I have not been in contact for a while."
She bowed.
"There are clients who have been unable to ask their questions," she said demurely. "I wish to give them an answer."
Apollon shrugged.
"I fear they will have to wait a little longer."
"So you have not come for prophecies?"
"I didn't say that." He approached her, his every movement elegant and graceful. He wrapped his arms around her, making her drop the broom. "My prophecies will find you. If you open your mind to me and let me in."
She sank into his embrace, her legs trembling. He held her securely, a smile on his perfect lips.
"Let us make ourselves comfortable."
He led her to the tripod and she could feel his desire in her very soul. He wanted her. He longed to connect with her. He was eager for her embrace. With skilled hands he lifted her skirts, his blue eyes sparkling like mountain pools in the sun. He stroked her bum cheeks, his hands so much softer than she had expected, his lips on hers so warm and inviting. A shiver ran through her and she couldn't tell if it was her reaction to his touch or his to hers. He seemed to be all around her, his presence wrapping her in a cloak of warmth and trust, his essence that she had felt so many times before. He entered her easily, both his thoughts and his cock, which was nice and slippery, most likely covered in olive oil. He smelled absolutely divine, like a laurel grove bathed in sunshine. He sniffed her hair and she could smell it, the perfume she had used this morning. She kept well-kempt for her god. She could feel that he was pleased, his cock swelling inside of her. He wanted to touch her breasts and reached out promptly to cover them with his large, warm hands. It was strange when he started moving inside her and she felt both his hardness stretching her and the pleasure he derived from the act, the friction that stimulated his phallus. She heard a soft sigh by her ear, his voice melodious and more beautiful than any mortal man she had ever heard.
"Let me show you what you will be asked today."
The words manifested in her mind without leaving Apollon's lips, without entering her ears. Her eyes were wide and round. He must be speaking to her through his essence swirling within her mind. She just nodded in turn, the feelings starting to become overwhelming. He showed her visions while he fucked her, visions of the day ahead, visions of the events her visitors would enquire, and, sometimes, glimpses of the god's fiery passion. He relished this connection, he enjoyed the intimacy of their prophetic relationship, and he certainly appreciated her body: her small breasts, her sweet-smelling hair, her manicured fingers, all that was noticed by the god and more. She felt filled by him completely. Not just her cunt, not just her mind, every fibre of her being was filled by the god, every part of her embraced by his presence, by his divinity. Through his eyes she saw the future more clearly than she ever had, saw the threads of Fate running through the tapestry of life and where they were at fateful junctures that would determine their path in the pattern. How insignificant a single human life suddenly seemed, and how important. One person could change everything and nothing, even in the span of one life that seemed so short in the mind of a god. She glimpsed her own thread, twisting among the countless others that were entwined with the gold of Apollon. Her mind and body wouldn't take this much longer, seeing with the eyes of a god. Her cunt ached, her brain buzzed, and her limbs tired out. But Lord Apollon noticed right away, despite his overwhelming desire. He kissed her neck, never wavering from his rhythm, and she felt his pleasure swell all around and within her. His thoughts echoed in her head, lustful desires to enjoy her. She heard him realise that he wouldn't be able to stop his climax and he thrust harder, chasing his orgasm and giving her a great pounding. His soft fingers reached for her vulva and stroked her, bringing both of them to climax at nearly the same time. She shuddered in his arms, her cunt fluttering around him and tipping him over the edge, his seed rushing out of him and into her like the visions he had shared and she felt both his orgasm and her own and his seed pumping up his shaft and shooting into her. As he stilled his movements he kissed the crown of her head.
"I think I have prepared you well for the day ahead. I will not let you wait quite as long next time."
He pulled out and with a glowing hand cleared off the come that had leaked out of her cunt. And just like that he was gone, leaving only the traces of his love-making as proof that he had come at all.
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19. Masturbation: Anput
Anput entered the home she shared with her husband Anubis after a long night of protecting the dead. Her knives were bloody, smeared with gore from the enemies of the deceased. She had guided them safely through the land of the dead and now she deserved some relaxation. She called out for her husband as she cleaned her knives but there was no reply. He must still be busy with the embalming. Anput sighed and removed her stained robes, leaving to take a bath in the river flowing through the Aaru, the Field of Reeds. She enjoyed the cooling water, the peace and quiet after Ra's sun barge had passed the Duat for another day in the overworld. Anput stepped out of the river, shaking her dark fur and was about to get dressed in clean linen when a thought crossed her mind: the place was pretty secluded and if she lay down between the reeds, no one would spot her. What if she took this opportunity to indulge herself? She sank to the ground, making herself comfortable as her hand found its way to her womanhood. She sighed contentedly as her fingers brushed over the delicate folds. She would have liked to unwind with Anubis' cock, but since he was unavailable she would have to make do. Her amber eyes fell on her two large knives, safely resting in their scabbards. She picked up one of them, tracing the shape of the soft leather that hid the deadly sharpness of the blade. The hilt was made of smooth ivory and had a thick, round pommel. She bared her fangs. This would do nicely. She stroked herself as she licked the knife's handle in order to make it go in as easily as possible. With anticipation she pulled it from her snout, the ivory dripping with saliva. Good. She plunged it in, marvelling at the unusual form. Her hands closed tightly around the leather scabbard to guide the whole handle inside. It was cool and hard but the wet ivory glided easily inside her. Anput moved he blade carefully to push deeper, moaning with delight. Birds flew overhead as she twisted the knife, giving herself the pleasure she craved. Wielding her trusty weapon like that was unusual, but the leather felt nice and secure in her grasp. Her breath came in small puffs as her arousal surged. The knowledge of having one of her knives inside her, pleasuring her like it did, exciting her beyond measure. She drove herself wild with memories of her husband's gentle touch, how he would go through their love-making slowly, deliberately, one step at a time, as if it were a holy ritual. She thought of the way his ears flicked when he mounted her, of the smell and taste of his cock and how it swelled inside her, locking them in amorous embrace as he spent. Her knife, cold and distinctly not alive, was unable to provide this kind of response to her body, the thick pommel a poor replacement for knotting with an eager partner. But it was a tool, not a lover. Her fingers gripped the hidden blade hard as she drove it deep inside her, a harsh, punishing rhythm that brought her closer and closer to fulfilment. Her fur bristled as she approached climax, her thighs quivering with desire. Her walls fluttered around the ivory hilt, a low barking sound escaping her throat as she relished her solitary love-making. She stared up at the reeds swaying lightly above her. She'd better take another bath.
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In the temple of Dendera, Anput is apparently depicted as a jackal-like entity standing on two legs with knives held in her forepaws or in the form of a woman with the head of a jackal who is also holding knives.
Knives in ancient Egyptian religion
20. Voyeurism: Helios
Helios saw all. Everything touched by his golden rays from the moment he emerged from the East until he dipped below the ocean beyond the Garden of the Hesperides was scrutinised by his all-seeing eye. Often, that included living beings like gods and mortals. And sometimes, gods and mortals would engage in the act of love-making, either among themselves or with each other. Helios longed for the companionship of a lover. Long summer days could get quite lonely on his way through the heavens, above him the dark kosmos, below him naked beauties cooling off in the water, lightly-clad mortals sweating beneath his rays, and couples enjoying the gifts of Aphrodite in the crisp hours of the morning. It was then, when he felt particularly intense pangs of longing, that he looked upon the dark earth illuminated by his light to watch happy couples in passionate embrace. Often, he saw the young gods of Olympos with their fickle hearts and fancies. He wasn't surprised when he spotted Aphrodite one morning, lying in her marriage bed with someone other than Hephaistos. His heart ached for his friend. He would have to tell him. But there was no way of doing that as long as he rode his chariot across the sky. So he might as well watch more closely.
Aphrodite was spread out on the sheets in a seductive pose as she gently woke her lover and beckoned him to come closer. Helios recognised Ares, the grim war god. There was no accounting for taste. He did look gorgeous in the nude, though, with his battle-hardened muscles and broad shoulders.
Ares followed her invitation, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her with a fire that rivalled his flaming horses. Aphrodite stroked his bum as they kissed, a dreamy expression on her face. Her cheeks had the colour of fresh roses and Ares, though his complexion darker, was also flushed like a maiden. Watching them in this act of intimacy made Helios long more than ever for the embrace of a lover, a steady relationship that meant someone would wait for him at the end of his work day when he descended into the waves. But Aphrodite's infidelity was a dire warning of what his partner might be up to while he drove his chariot across the sky. She said something, whispering in her lover's ear, and playfully caught his lobe between her teeth. He seemed to chuckle and pinned her on her back, his manhood hard and throbbing. She bit her lip in delight, spreading her legs wide. Helios' hand found its way between his robes. Ares tickled her thighs and they both laughed before he pushed inside of her, making her tilt her head back with a blissful smile on her red lips. She reached for him, pulling him on top of her in a sweet embrace, moving together like one. Helios caught himself smile at the tender scene as he stroked himself. It wasn't just hot passion as he had anticipated. There was love as well as lust. Aphrodite held her partner tightly, happiness radiating from her like sunshine. Ares was more subdued but Helios could tell, even without a word, that these two loved each other. He didn't look forward to telling Hephaistos about this. But he would forever chase this memory of two souls intertwined. Aphrodite closed her legs around Ares' waist, urging him on like a yoked bull. His thrusts came hard and unrelenting, pushing forward just like a phalanx engaging with the opponent. Helios felt the flames of desire blaze within him as he watched the scene below, the tenderness in their eyes and the raw lust of their love-making. Aphrodite's eyes glazed over—apparently she climaxed—Ares' jaw clenched in grim determination as he continued his thrusting. Aphrodite pulled him into another searing kiss, holding him close to her as she had another orgasm. Helios moaned softly at the sight, his fist gliding fervently over his hardness. He watched Ares give his lover another shuddering climax and twist his face. Was he spilling? Helios was incredibly close himself, the heat radiating from him too intense for any mortal to endure and even some gods were not immune. With a shuddering breath he shot his load over the edge of his chariot. He would have to tell Hephaistos about what he had seen. But he didn't have to tell him how hot it was.
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22. Wedding Night: Herakles / Hebe
It had all happened so quickly. Herakles had died on a pyre after his wife accidentally poisoned him and then Hebe had arrived in all her divine glory, driving a flying chariot in which she had taken him to Olympos where he had been greeted by everyone. Hera had scowled at him but she had agreed when Hebe had declared her desire to marry him now that he was a god. A god! Herakles could still not quite believe it.
He stood by Hebe's side, her youthful face framed by the beautiful bridal veil. Their father Zeus ceremoniously gave her to him "for the ploughing of children" and with much music and merriment the feasting began. Hebe gave him flirtatious glances, her delicate feet, adorned with bridal shoes, playing footsie with him beneath the table.
"Don't drink too much," she purred, "I want a stable husband for my wedding night."
He blushed and put down the cup of nectar he had been drinking like water. He suspected that she had played no small part in Hera's forgiveness towards him, so the least he could do was not to disappoint her the very first night. The gods danced and laughed, nectar and ambrosia flowing well after darkness had fallen and Selene had left them for her nightly post. It was then that Hebe stood up and decided that she didn't care to wait any longer.
"It is time, husband," she said and tugged on Herakles' large hand. He rose and followed like a well-trained dog through the throng of carousing gods to the bridal chamber that had been prepared for them by Queen Hera and the Kharites. It was extraordinary, unlike any Herakles had seen before. Flowers from all over the world adorned the room, sweet-smelling and every single one in full bloom. A hundred lamps crafted to perfection provided soft, cosy light. Mechanical birds sat among the flowers and colourful silken sheets lay on the bed. Hebe closed the heavy door behind them and looked at her new husband with hungry eyes.
"I've been waiting for this all day!"
Swift like an eagle she was upon him, taking off all the fine clothes he had been dressed in for the occasion. Her face lit up with delight as her fingertip grazed his muscular chest and half-hard cock.
"Are you as excited for this as I am?" she breathed against his skin.
"I think so," he replied. This girl had done her research. She wasn't marrying him for his eloquence.
"Then take a look at your bride."
She dropped the veil, unpinning her elaborate wedding dress of rich, deep colours and dazzling jewellery. But what was underneath enticed Herakles way more than the most sparkling wedding dress. She had a soft, feminine figure with more curves than he had anticipated. Full breasts drew his gaze, the teats like rose buds. The gentle slope of her belly invited him to rest his hand upon it and rub it tenderly. She reached out and guided his hand to cup her breast, making him feel the weight of it in his large palm. Herakles gulped, feeling the flames of desire erupt.
"Take your wife to bed, hero of heroes."
Hebe pressed her naked body against him, reaching for his crotch. Her small hand stroked his scrotum, playing with the testes inside of it. He saw his cock drool on her hand as she worked and she gave him a mischievous smile. Herakles picked her up as easily as a loaf of bread and sat her down atop the bed.
"You wanna do it from the front or back?" he asked.
"I hear that you can make love to a woman holding her aloft in your arms," Hebe said, spreading her legs for him. "I wish to get a taste of your strength, husband, even though my weight is unlikely to pose a challenge for the world's strongest hero."
Herakles nodded.
"It won't be a challenge, little goddess," he replied teasingly. "But I shall do my best to please you all the same."
He wrapped her up in his strong arms and gently lowered her onto his dripping erection. His fingers dug into the softness of her arse and Herakles still couldn't quite believe that this great arse was now his, along with the horny wife it belonged to.
"Show me a good time, Herakles." She reached up to place her hands on his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his lips, giggling when his beard tickled her.
"Is it gonna be your first time?" he asked.
"The first time with you," she replied.
"Fair enough."
Herakles lifted her up, kissing her deeply, feeling her soft arms wrap around his thick neck. He felt challenged by her teasing words, as if he had to prove his prowess to her, that he was a worthy husband to the goddess of brides and youth. He may have slept with several deathless nymphs and countless mortals. But none of this mattered now. Now only she mattered, she and his male pride. He thrust up, hitting true, her plump lips opening into a silent O. He felt a swell of pride for pleasing her, eager to give her the fulminant climax she deserved as his wife. Herakles held on to her tightly and sped up his thrusts, making her voluptuous breasts shake in the beat of his rhythm. He pressed her against his hairy chest, feeling her soft body move with his love-making. Her cunt was warm and wet, allowing his cock to slide in and out with ease. He squeezed her bum cheeks as he guided her up and down, up and down, drawing the most delightful noises from her. She kissed his neck and caressed his muscular back, her fingers running over his tan skin with gentleness.
"Deeper."
He complied, letting her slide further down his cock, grunting at the way she gripped him and when she playfully bit his lower lip. His cock swelled. It felt harder than ever, pushing into the furnace of her cunt like a red-hot iron poker. He felt his climax approaching but he couldn't spill before finishing her, that would surely displease her! He picked up the speed, ramming into her without restraint. They both groaned in pleasure, her lustful whimpers spurring him on even more. He felt her quiver and strain against him but he held her firmly, keeping his pace fast and steady.Hebe clung to him, her arms tightening around his neck, making it hard to draw air. He couldn't hold back any longer. His seed rushed forth into her and his new wife moaned, warm come leaking from her cunt. Herakles gritted his teeth as he kept thrusting after his climax had ended. He felt sore and spent and the friction would have driven tears into the eyes of lesser men. But Herakles didn't do things by halves. Both their breathing came hard and laboured, her kisses increasingly desperate. His cock was aching with overstimulation, every thrust making it worse, but the blissful expression on her face made it worth all the pain. She squeezed her legs around him, urging him on with mumbled words. Her body grew tense and rigid as her eyes closed and the arms around his neck shivered. Then she cried out, calling for him to keep going, the rest of her words drowning in the flood of pleasure her new husband was giving to her. Herakles kept going, never wavering until she finally slumped against him, satisfied and spent.
"You truly are the hero of heroes," she whispered, nestling into his strong embrace. Herakles grunted, half-asleep already:
"From now on, you will live satisfied, my darling, until death do us part."
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