Published by Phaze Books Also by Michelle Houston Kinky Girls Do "The Life Not Lived" from 413 Remembrance Lane "Inferno" from Coming Together Under Fire Phaze in Verse Diggin' Up Bones Fated to Be Enslaving Heaven Parallel Attraction A Change of Pace
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Prologue Aphrodite looked up from her guest list as Athena walked into her room, her warrior-like movements at sharp contrast to her feminine looks. Although she loved her sister Goddess, the two often butted heads and found it best to avoid each other. For Athena to seek her out, Aphrodite knew whatever it was about must be of some importance. “Have you finished with your invitations yet?” Bemused, Aphrodite shook her head, sending her golden curls into a riot of movement. Athena had never before taken an interest in her yearly parties, often disparaging her attempts to help the other deities with their dating experiences. It used to be so much easier for them. Zeus was the best example, his conquests among mortal women still legendary, but many of the Gods and Goddesses had frequently moved among the mortals, sharing their lives and their beds. In the modern age, with mortals believing in them less and less, quite a few of the Olympians had withdrawn, ignoring the mortal realm completely. Some had found themselves fascinated with it, and chose to completely live among mortals—a few even finding love, which delighted Aphrodite to no end. Athena was among the third category, living among the mortals with her immortal lover, but returning frequently to Olympus. “May I ask why it matters? I believe you once called my parties a farce. You even went so far as to claim they only served the purpose of populating the world with demi-gods and goddesses, and providing some of the deities a buffet of willing flesh to chose from.” Athena glowered at her snotty tone. Her gray eyes narrowed, but Aphrodite couldn’t help it. She had been hurt by
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the Goddess’ condescending words, and wasn’t willing to let go, no matter how serious Athena must be to seek her out. “I know,” the other Goddess bit out from between clenched teeth, “but I find myself needing to add two mortals to your list of those invited.” Aphrodite arched a perfectly styled golden eyebrow and waited, a smirk curling her lips. She couldn’t help it; it was delicious to rub Athena’s words in her face. “One is a young woman who needs to be taught to trust herself, and her body’s desires, before she withers away.” “And the other?” Aphrodite asked, sensing Athena was saving the best for last. Her eyebrow arched higher as Athena appeared too grown uncomfortable. “Let’s just say the other is someone I wish Nike to meet.” Watching as a flush crept up Athena’s neck, Aphrodite decided to let the other Goddess of the hook—there were other ways to find out what was so interesting about the mortal. With a swish of her delicate hand, Aphrodite held out her almost finished list, and allowed Athena to add two names to it. As the other Goddess stormed out of the room, Aphrodite turned her attention to finding out more about the names Athena had added, particularly the young woman—Alicia. She already had a good idea of two possible Gods to coax into meeting the mortal, but had to decide who would be the best match. As for the young man, Chris, an inkling of Athena’s plans teased at the back of her thoughts, and Aphrodite smiled at the delicious images that sprang to her mind. Yes indeed, this year was going to be the best party yet. She had already planned everything down to the last detail, booking a private island and setting little touches of Olympus throughout, able to be activated by the whims of the other deities.
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Chapter One “New Hope Women’s Shelter. This is Athena.” Alicia blew out a sign of relief. “Athena! I’m glad I caught you before you headed home. I think I have a problem and I don’t know what to do.” She could hear Athena shift in her chair on the other end of the phone. “What’s wrong?” “I got this weird thing in the mail today and I think my ex is back to playing head games.” “What weird thing?” Alicia dug out the invitation, her hands shaking as she unfolded it. She wasn’t certain what was meant by Explore the limits of your imagination during an all-expenses-paid weekend to paradise. Have your wishes granted, your fantasies fulfilled, and return to reality feeling sated and relaxed as you never have before. Just reading the words silently turned her stomach to knots. She could hear the quaver in her voice as she recited the words to Athena. Athena’s sigh sounded loud in her ear. “That’s not your ex, sweetie. I sent that to you.” “What?” “I know the hostess and I asked her to invite you. Let’s face it, you need a fantasy weekend. Hell, you need a weekend of pampering and good food if nothing else. So I had it sent to you.” “This friend of yours, is she like you? Or is she normal like me?” “Normal, sweetie? You’re hardly that. But to answer your question, yes, she belongs to the Olympian club, as you call it. So do many of the people who will be there. That’s how I knew
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it would be safe for you to just rest there. Aphrodite isn’t going to let anything happen, and I can guarantee she is going to make sure you feel safe and relaxed. She doesn’t like to admit it, but if she can’t meddle, she loves to mother people.” Alicia’s mind raced, trying for a polite way to let the Goddess know she wasn’t so sure if going for a fantasy weekend was something she could handle. “And before you say no, remember this: you’re not that scared, beaten down woman who walked through these doors over a year ago. You’ve taken charge of your life again, and you’re a stronger woman for it. I promise you, nothing will happen that you don’t want.” Alicia sighed, knowing there was no arguing with her. Athena had what she believed to be her best interests at heart, and she wasn’t above browbeating her into going if she thought it best. “Ok, I’ll go. Besides, how bad could a luxury weekend be?” A thought struck her after she had agreed to go, and she knew it was too late. Athena wasn’t going to let her back out. “What a minute, did you say Aphrodite? As in the Goddess of love?”
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Chapter Two A week later she could have eaten her words. Check in time went smoothly, and she arrived at the island with a group of other guests, spanning a wide variety of cultural and economic backgrounds. She almost swallowed her tongue as a gorgeous blonde glided towards her and introduced herself as Aphrodite. The Goddess linked her arm through Alicia’s and guided her into the mansion and down the hall. The light scent of the Goddess’ perfume teased at her senses, curiously relaxing her as the Goddess smoothly moved her to where she wanted her. Athena’s words ran in her mind as she allowed herself to be led by the Goddess of love, and she listened to her instructions. I promise you, nothing will happen that you don’t want. It was becoming a mantra that she clung to as the opulence of the island overwhelmed her. Despite how well her husband had done, it was nothing compared to the sheer richness of the mansion she was standing in. Ivory columns shot up into the air, towering over everyone and everything. It resembled the computer images of what some of architecture of Greece would have looked like had it survived that was always shown in specials on TV. “This weekend is about letting yourself enjoy the moment. Life is too fleeting, and when it is drawing to an end, it’s too late to wish to have those moments back. So let this weekend happen as it will, and enjoy yourself. I promise you this, nothing bad will come of this weekend. Athena has made me promise such, and I am a Goddess of my word.” At her dramatic pronouncement, Aphrodite paused in front of a door and it swung open. They stepped through together, Alicia was still too shell-shocked to protest and the door swung shut behind them.
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“We have a normal protocol for all of our guests, starting the evening with a light meal. After that everyone is free to move about the island as they will, and with whomever they chose, provided both parties are in agreement. I know that you know about us, so you should be more open-minded to the wonders of the island than most, and I expect the next three days to be relaxing if nothing else. It takes a deity to activate many of the features of the island, like the ability to travel to exotic locals, but the island itself has plenty of spots to explore. Any questions?” Wide-eyed, all Alicia could manage was a shake of her head. It seemed to be enough for Aphrodite, though, judging by her smile. “Good, then we will see you downstairs for the meal. Feel free to choose whatever costume you like, since almost everyone you will be dining with will have availed themselves of such. Might I make a suggestion?” “Yes?” “Wear the teal silk toga.” Without explaining why that outfit, or waiting for her to comment, she turned and left, closing the door softly behind her. Almost numb, Alicia turned about, trying to take the room in. The last place she had seen that was anywhere near this opulent and grand was Athena’s house when she went over for a girls’ night in, and the Goddess’ whole house could have fit into the entry way of the mansion. Athena had invited Nike, Psyche, and Persephone, and they had all enjoyed getting sloppy drunk together, talking about who was banging whom in Olympus. It had been an eye-opening experience, to say the least. It was also gratifying that Athena thought enough of her to let her see what few mortals ever would. As her gaze fell on the closet doors, she couldn’t resist the urge to run to them and fling them open. The assortment and variety of costumes was stunning. In the finest of materials, each seemed almost perfectly made to fit her. Remembering Aphrodite’s suggestion, she dug in the closet until she found the toga—the light teal color a perfect match for her red hair and tanned skin. Turning towards the mirror on the inside of the door, she held it against her and was pleased to find it matched her eye
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color exactly. It seemed Aphrodite did know what she was talking about, not that the Goddess of beauty wouldn’t. A tentative knock against the door startled her, and she dropped the silk outfit. Bending down to pick it up, she called out for whomever it was to enter. A cloud of sparkling dust preceded the lithe figure who practically danced into the room. “Hi, I’m Nike. Athena asked me to make sure everything was going okay, and Aphrodite asked that I help you get dressed for the banquet.” If she giggled, Alicia was going to throttle her. No one should ever be that bubbly, especially not someone associated with Victory. “Um, thanks, Nike, but I think I can …” Typically of the Goddesses, she held up her hand and interrupted. “Okay, but have you ever in your life put on a toga? Cause let me tell you, girlfriend, they are a pain to wrap around you and get to stay up. So, still want me to go?” As she snapped her gum, waiting for an answer, Alicia was tempted to say yes, but the fact that she hadn’t worn a toga before and hadn’t a clue how to get the blasted thing to stay on settled it. The next few minutes were a study in patience for her as the Goddess worked, twirling the cloth around her and getting it so stay just so, while cracking her gum in her ear. She had a feeling it was similar to the plaid that Scotsmen used to wear, but without knowing how that worked, either, she wasn’t certain. Closing her, eyes, she just drifted, waiting for Nike to finish with her and leave. “Okay, all done. So whatcha think? I did good, huh?” As she opened her eyes, she turned toward the mirror and gasped. While she hadn’t been paying attention, Nike had managed to not only get her dressed, but also to twirl her hair into an elegant and intricate knot, with curled ringlets hanging to her shoulders. Looking closer, she saw that the Goddess had also touched up her makeup. ”How did you … I didn’t feel …” “Well duh! I’m a Goddess, silly. I know how to do the whole bibbidy bobbedy boo thing.” Alicia was ready to hug her when she spoiled it by giggling. “Although, Athena hates it when I call it that. She blames me because the Muses gave
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Disney the idea. As if! Like I can really control them. There’s like, nine of them. Hello! Well, anyways, I have to get going before she like sends out a search party. Ta ta, darling. Enjoy your evening.” As she flounced out of the room Nike actually wiggled her fingers at her. Snapping her mouth shut before she caught flies like a fish, Alicia decided it was time to head downstairs. Surely by now the other guests were beginning to assemble. And she wasn’t sure how much more weirdness she could take. Being around the immortals was beginning to give her headache. Normal sounded just fine right about then.
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Chapter Three If dinner got any more boring, she was going to scream. Most of the guests had already departed, and she was left with those that couldn’t decide just what fantasy they wanted to act out. Sheesh! They had a week or more to figure it out. Unlike her, they weren’t limited by fear of the unknown. Sighing softly so as not to offend the lady next to her, she nodded when it seemed prudent and tuned her out as she blathered on about how she wanted to be a harem slave to Zeus. Or maybe Poseidon, although she was certain with his hundreds of exploits that Zeus was the better lover. Scanning the room, Alicia wasn’t quite conscious of who she was looking for until her gaze fell on Aphrodite. Their hostess was definitely the Goddess of beauty. Even if mortals had no clue, they would have called her a Goddess among them. Her eyes twinkling, she motioned to someone Alicia couldn’t see. Moments later, a warm hand cupped her bare shoulder. Jerking in her seat, Alicia twisted to see who was touching her, as liquid fire spread throughout her body. “I’m sorry to interrupt you ladies, but Alicia, if I might have a moment of your time?” His hand shifted to her elbow as she stood, and the trail of fire moved with it. Shivering at the unfamiliar sensation, she shifted away as soon as she could. In the candlelit room, she couldn’t make out much about him, other than his height and golden looks. Following him out onto the balcony, she got a good look at him and quickly drew in a breath. He was magnificent. Greek God didn’t do him justice. There was no way if someone asked her to describe him that she could, beyond tall, blond-haired and glistening with male sexuality. The man oozed sensuality from every pore, and didn’t seem to even be aware of
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it. For the first time in a long while her body awakened, fluttering to life as she looked at him. “I’m Pothos, and Aphrodite asked me to show you around the island. She thought that you might be more interested in the view than in the more risqué accommodations.” Nodding dumbly, she allowed him to half guide, half coax her down the stairs, his hand pressed against the small of her back. “If we continue down this way, we’ll be at the beach, which is magnificent in the moonlight. Or, we could venture into the hedge maze. It’s normally fairly quiet this time of night, most of the guests having adjourned elsewhere.” His voice was like warm chocolate, the way it glided out of his mouth and over her. No man—no God—should have a voice like that. The havoc he could wreck on women if he chose was immeasurable. “The maze sounds nice,” she croaked, a blush flaming to life on her face. If anything, his chuckle was sexier than his voice, the way it seemed to reach out and wrap around her, cocooning her in its warmth. Frightened suddenly of her attraction and where it might lead, she almost pulled away, but the whisper of Athena’s voice echoed in her mind. I promise you, nothing will happen that you don’t want. The silence as they walked to the beginning of the maze would have been immensely comfortable, if not for the awareness of each other that arced between them. Each brush of his sleeve against her arm, each time their hips pressed against each other as they followed the narrow path, was a sensual torture for her. Uncertain if she wanted to act on it, or even if she could, she decided to ignore it. Past pains still haunted her, but not as much as when she had arrived at New Hope. Athena help had dulled the pain of being a battered wife, until it almost seemed like it had happened to someone else. Almost. Rather than dwell on thoughts of the past, she focused on trying to remember what Pothos was God of, but the memory eluded her. Soon after finding out just what Athena was, she had looked up everything she could about the Olympians, and did her best to memorize it all, despite how fanciful some of it seemed.
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Athena had lain to rest many of her questions about the whole jumbled mess, answering simply that mortals had always been fascinated by them and needed to explain everything in a time without science. “We’re here.” Although soft, his voice conjured up visions of a wild romp in bed, tangled hair, damp skin and all. Shivering at the intensity of her body’s sudden demands, she took a step into the maze, but Pothos suddenly held out a hand, stopping her. “Once we go in, we will have to find the way out. There are no shortcuts, and the maze shifts itself every so often, so even I don’t know the way out.” Ignoring the cautious voice of her past that was demanding she turn around, Alicia took another step forward instead. She could hear Pothos following behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth he projected. She came to a T in the hedge, and unable to see very far down either direction, she shrugged and went right. Almost immediately, the hedge curved right again, and she came to an open area—a garden within the maze. “Is that who I think it is?” she asked, pointing at the statue of a half human, half goat leaning over a nude woman that rested in the middle of a patch of flowers. “Yep, that’s Pan. He loves that thing, says it captures his true nature. Aphrodite cackled herself silly while her husband Hephaestus carved it.” As Pothos settled his tall frame onto a stone bench, Alicia walked around the serene garden, pausing here and there to touch the petals of flowers, or inhale their sweet scenes. All the while, she could feel Pothos’ heated gaze following her. Exhilarated rather than frightened, she struggled to bring to focus the teasing memory of what he was God of. Worried it would be rude to ask, she kept silent. Completing the circle, she stopped before him and held out her hand. “Ready to continue on?” Pothos clasped her hand in his bigger one, and allowed her to pull him up, and straight into her arms. Gasping at the fire that spread where he pressed against her, she stepped backwards. His blue eyes dark with desire, he responded, “Ready whenever you are.”
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Ignoring the double meaning of his words, Alicia randomly turned and headed down a path, only to find herself at a dead end. As she turned, she found Pothos leaning against the hedge wall, watching her. She stepped toward him, and he didn’t move. Squaring her shoulders, she started to squeeze past him, when a moan drifted over the hedge wall. She froze. A feminine voice trilled, “Oh, Zeus, yes!” Alicia stifled a giggle as she recognized the voice of her dinner partner. It seemed she had picked a God and a scenario. From the looks of his shaking shoulders, Pothos was finding the situation just as amusing. Pushing past him, she worked her way back to the garden and set on the bench Pothos had vacated and gave her laughter free reign. “I thought you said the maze would be deserted?” “I never thought that someone would pick to start out in the middle of the maze.” She had to give him credit, he sounded sincere, and completely bewildered. “I wonder what happened to the whole harem slave fantasy she had?” She musingly asked herself, then shuddered at the idea of the woman in a gauzy harem outfit. It was like thinking about her grandmother in one. “Zeus probably suggested they try something else. He got tired of the scenario type thing decades ago. Now he goes for the whole possibly getting caught thrill.” Alicia nodded. There was a dark seductiveness to the idea that she found curiously appealing. “Well what do we do now? If we continue on, we might come across them.” “So we stay here for a while. Shouldn’t be much longer before Zeus whisks them away to a bed somewhere.” While he spoke he settled on the other end of the bench, his knee barely brushing against hers. Hyper aware of his masculinity, she slid back and rested against the hedge. “So, what’s it like being a God?” Almost as soon as she asked, Alicia wished she could call the words back. “Forget it,” she stammered, “it was rude of me to ask.” Pothos’ blue eyes twinkled. “No, not really. It was curiosity that prompted you to ask, so I’m not offended. As for
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what it’s like, having never been mortal, I can’t really describe the difference. I have always known I have abilities, and I have struggled to control them. And I have a duty to answer the calls of those who ask for my help.” “Not to mention the perks, such as wandering off into the night with a beautiful woman.” Alicia jerked as a new voice entered their conversation.
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Chapter Four Turning towards where the sound came from, she watched a shadow separate from the hedge wall. A man stepped forward, dark where Pothos was light, his features carved with an intensity that bespoke a man with a mission. “Alicia, meet Himeros. Himeros, Alicia—the one Aphrodite warned us about.” “A pleasure, Alicia.” Whereas Pothos’ voice was like smooth like chocolate, Himeros’ was like a fine wine, a bit tart but with a heady kick. As he stalked towards her, moving with a feline grace she was coming to associate with the more powerful Gods, she found herself leaning forward. Almost in anticipation of his touch. When his hand cupped her jaw, she didn’t draw back. It felt like a relief after the agony of waiting. “Himeros,” Pothos growled, his voice holding a tone of warning. “I’m not doing it, Pothos. She is. I felt the attraction between you simmering even outside the labyrinth. Now that I’m here, it’s almost combustible.” Wary of the meaning of what he was saying, Alicia drew back and turned her attention to Pothos. Almost immediately, she felt the familiar warmth within her abdomen. Her eyes widened when Pothos suddenly swooped down and kissed her. It was like a dam burst within her, and all her hopes and fears rushed out, swirling around her in a maelstrom of emotion that threatened to drown her. Her hands clutched his upper arms, holding onto him for dear life as she responded to his kiss. She could feel Himeros pressing against her back as he straddled the bench, but it didn’t make her feel trapped.
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When Himeros’ hands cupped her breasts through the silk of her toga, she whimpered and arched back against him. Pothos growled in response, his hands tangling in her hair, jerking it free of it confines. Pressed between two powerful Gods, she began to get an inkling of what other women meant when they talked about being swept away by lust. Strangely excited, rather than put off by the fact that two men were seducing her, Alicia gave herself up to the sensations rushing through her, confident that Athena would protect her if she felt threatened. Letting go of her hold on Pothos, she started tugging at his shirt, anxious to bare his chest to her tingling fingers. She felt Himeros move from behind her, and was pulling away to beg him to stay, when she heard the swish of clothing being discarded. Opening her eyes, she leaned back and watched as he tossed his shirt aside and unbuttoned his pants. A dark mat of hair covered his chest, and formed a V leading down into his pants. Pothos also stood, his shirt halfway unbuttoned. Grabbing the two sides, he pulled it apart, buttons popping off to get lost in the glass beneath their feet. Alicia couldn’t decide who she wanted to look at more, the blond God or the dark one. Both had bodies worth drooling over. Taking her courage in her hands, she stood as well and hesitantly started to unwind her toga. As it slipped free and dropped to her feet, she was all too aware of their hot gazes trailing over her body. Looking up, she was caught, held spellbound by the simmering emotions in Himeros’ green eyes. Pothos dropped to his knees and started to spread out her toga, forming a soft blanket on the grass, while Himeros pressed against her, his pants smooth against her legs. Brushing her hands over the curls that covered his chest, she teased his nipples, earning a soft groan before his lips claimed hers. Whereas Pothos left her feeling weak with need, Himeros’ kiss sparked a fire she wasn’t certain could be put out. As he swept her into his arms and drop to his knees, laying her down on the soft silk, she fought to relax and simply let herself feel. When both Gods leaned over her, one on each side, she caught the first glimpse of what was to be when they each began
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to lavish attention on their side of her body. Divided in two, she felt like a banquet laid out for them, as they started to kiss and caress her body, stroking along her inner thighs and tugging gently at her nipples with their teeth. She returned the favor, stroking whatever parts of their bodies she could reach, delighting in the ability to appease her curiosity. Her husband had used sex to dominate her, to force her to his will, not caring about her pleasure. Being able to simply touch and caress as she willed was liberating. Unbidden, a fantasy she had always wanted to fulfill popped into her mind, and she gripped Pothos’ shoulders, pulling his head away from her breasts. His eyes flashed blue fire as he met her gaze. “I want to taste you,” she whispered, curiously hesitant. She felt the brush of Himeros’ skin against her legs as he shifted against her, moving into the valley of her thighs. “Are you sure?” Pothos asked, his voice tight with need. “Yes.” That one word seemed to be enough. Shifting his body to a kneeling position, he moved beside her head and waited, his cock dangling before her eyes. Turning to face towards him, she wrapped her lips around his head, taking a brief taste of his length, before delving down, sucking almost half of his cock into her mouth. She could feel Himeros’ wavy hair brushing against her thighs as he shifted, the only warning she got before he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her to his mouth. Alicia moaned around Pothos’ cock, as she experienced the first lick of her pussy. Himeros’ nose tickled her clit as he shifted upward, sucking on her clit, two of his fingers parting her pussy lips then thrusting past deep. Pothos’ cock jerked in her mouth, and she instinctively sucked harder, earning a groan from the God. Soon lost in the thrill of tasting him, she found a rhythm as old as time, and feminine instincts awakened within her. Knowing just how hard to suck, where to press her tongue, she worked his cock in her mouth, savoring the salty taste of his pre-come, while Himeros plucked her pussy like a harp, his fingers and tongue expertly knowing just where to touch to draw the right sensation.
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Lost in their touch, she couldn’t tell where she began and they ended. It wasn’t until Pothos suddenly moved back, his cock pulling from her mouth with a soft pop that she regained some sense of herself. “Why did you—” she started to ask, only to have Pothos lean down and press a kiss against her lips. “This time isn’t for me,” he whispered against her lips before deepening the kiss. His firm hands trailed over her body, pausing here and there to stroke and tease. Welling from a spring so deep within her she never knew it existed, a strange sensation seeped forth. Her pussy felt like it was tightening, slowly drawing in on itself. Frightened at the intensity, she clutched Pothos’ shoulders, holding him tight against her as Himeros continued to worship her with his tongue. “Shhhh, Alicia. Just let it happen. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world, I promise.” Arching against Himeros, she shifted a hand to tangle in his hair, holding him tight as a wave within her crashed against her inner walls. She felt her pussy contract, grasping at his fingers as he started to thrust them faster. She could feel herself losing control, her body reaching for something just beyond its grasp. “Relax, baby, just feel.” Pothos’ words rolled over her, wrapping her in a cocoon of safety. Trusting the Gods to take care of her, she relaxed completely, her body open to the sensations bombarding her. Himeros added a third finger, thrusting hard into her, his thumb brushing against her clit, while his tongue danced over her belly button. Pothos’ warm hands brushed over her breasts and neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Closing her eyes, she saw herself standing on the edge of a cliff looking into the ocean. With a deep breath, she jumped. When she hit the water, her orgasm crashed over her like the waves, and she screamed as the world went dark.
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Chapter Five Uncertain how much time had passed, Alicia slowly opened her eyes, to find two very worried Gods leaning over her, their gazes filled with concern. “You okay?” Himeros asked, his green-eyed gaze moving over her face. Alicia nodded, not trusting her voice after such an earth shattering experience. “You sure?” Pothos added his soft voice, husky with uncertainty. “Yes,” she whispered as she stretched. Every muscle in her body felt weak, as if her first orgasm had sucked the life right out of them. “Deliciously so.” “Good.” There was without a doubt a heavy dose of masculine satisfaction in Pothos’ voice. “I remember now who are you are,” she responded, startled at how different her voice sounded. She had lost the hesitancy that had laced her words for over a year. Now there was strength to her voice, a certainty with each word she spoke. “You didn’t before?” “Um, nope. But now I remember. You’re Pothos, the God of passion, and Himeros is the God of sexual desire. Athena set me up.” “Actually, no one did.” Alicia tried to focus on his words, but it was hard as he slowly started caressing her again, her body springing to life with a returned vigor. “We are just both drawn to intense, shall we say, depths of sexual emotion. You are brimming with it. And we’re like moths to that flame, drawn in even as Aphrodite was threatening to turn us over to Athena, who would cut off certain valuable parts of our anatomy if we hurt you. Come to think of it, Aphrodite did take an immense
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delight in taunting us that Athena would follow through on her threats, and she knows we both like to play with fire.” There was a faint trace of laughter in Himeros’ voice as he spoke. “This is all sweet and nice, kids, but I think I hear someone coming, and I don’t mean that in a crude fashion. Someone is walking down the path, heading our way.” Before she could blink, the scenery around her changed and the maze shifted, closing the paths off, enveloping them within the heart of the maze. “Ah, never mind, the maze took care of it.” Himeros voice dropped off as he moved back between her legs, pressing soft kisses against her inner thighs. Looking down at the dark head wedged between her pale thighs, Alicia gripped his shoulder and pulled him back up. “As much as I love your tongue, I only have one weekend and I want to experience a few more things before it’s over.” “Who said you have only this weekend?” Himeros asked as he moved to cover her, his cock pressing against her nether lips. “The invitation…” “Was for this weekend,” Pothos interjected. “It says nothing of what takes place afterwards. And besides, don’t you know once you go Gods, you never go back?” Alicia would have laughed at his cheesy pun, if Himeros hadn’t chosen that moment to surge against her, his cock thrusting deep. Wrapping her legs around Himeros’ waist, she pulled Pothos down for a kiss, and lost herself once more in the maelstrom that the two Gods unleashed.
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Chapter Six “New Hope Women’s Shelter, Athena speaking.” “Hey Athena, it’s Alicia.” Warmth entered the Goddess’ voice as she responded. “Alicia! I’m glad you called. How did the weekend go?” “Much better than I expected. Now I know why you’re the Goddess of wisdom, you certainly gave me good advice.” Alicia swatted at Pothos as his hand crept over her thigh. “Stop that, I’m on the phone,” she hissed. “Maybe. You just had to know it was time to start living again. So, how are Pothos and Himeros? I haven’t seen them in ages.” “How did you—” “The whole Goddess thing does have advantages beyond shrines and temples,” Athena interjected, her tone dry. “They’re fine. They have decided that they are going to crash with me indefinitely, so I think I need a bigger place. At the very least, a bigger bed, while we decide whether we want to move to a bigger place.” Athena laughed, the sound deep and warm, filled with genuine affection for her fellow Olympians. “Just make sure you clear out the second Thursday of the month. They host the weekly poker party then, and with Eros, Ares, Apollo and sometimes Zeus and a few other Gods showing up, it’s a testosterone laced nightmare for women. The wives and girlfriends tend to get together and have their own girls’ night.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” Alicia paused to pull her foot from Himeros’ hands, as he attempted to place kisses along her arch. “I think I need to go now, though, they are demanding my attention.” “They are an insatiable pair. Take care hon, and good luck. Oh and vitamins, take lots of vitamins.”
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“Mmmm, thanks, Athena.” When she heard the phone click as Athena set it into the cradle, Alicia disconnected her own phone and turned to the two Gods who were doing their best to tease and torment her. “I was on the phone.” “And now you’re not,” he retorted, which as all the warning she got before Pothos grabbed her hips and pulled her into the floor. Knowing it was useless to resist the will of the Olympian Gods, she gave in gracefully and whole-heartedly to their attention. Within minutes, she was naked and being worshiped by her two personal Gods.
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A Wish and a Threesome
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Chapter One Nike looked up as Athena came through the door to their home. Her cheeks still rosy from the cold, she nonetheless walked with the long-legged stride of a warrior Goddess. As she tossed her coat onto the back of the chair facing Nike, and moved around to stand behind her, Nike knew Athena was up to something. Feeling the cold of her lover’s cheek on her neck moments before the whisper of Athena’s breath, she leaned back into the kiss, relishing the moment of affection before Athena let her know what she wanted. “Nike, sweetheart, I have a favor I need to ask of you.” Even as she spoke Athena slid her hands down Nike’s shoulders, caressing her arms through the thick sweater she wore. “Mmmm, what?” Ever since they had moved to mortal earth from Olympus, and Athena had started working at a women’s shelter some of the deities had started up, their time together had decreased. Nike had come to savor the moments when Athena was fresh from work, and feeling frisky. “I convinced Aphrodite to issue an invitation to one of the women I have been working with at the shelter. Alicia has started to come out of her protective shell she entered after leaving her husband. She’s ready to start living again, and I think a weekend of fantasy, and a wish granted by one of the Gods, will do her some good.” “An invitation to the Olympian party?” Athena nipped at the side of her neck before answering. “Yes.” Nike tipped her head back, resting the top of her head against Athena’s shoulder. “So what’s the favor you want me to perform?”
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“I want you to help Alicia relax before she meets some of the other deities.” Nike groaned at the sound of that. She had been fighting some mild jealousy ever since Athena had started working with the shelter, but she knew her lover was performing a valuable service to the mortal women who needed it. Playing nursemaid to one of them, when she could be spending time with her lover, didn’t really appeal to her. However, as Athena’s warm hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples through the bulky material of her sweater, she knew she was putty in the Goddess’ hands. Athena knew just where to touch, to coax her into doing as she wished. Nike knew she might be the Goddess of Victory, but Athena would ultimately win any battle of wills they entered into. She was a master of strategy, and had the advantage of centuries of being her lover to call upon. But that didn’t mean she had to give in easily. If Athena wanted her to help Alicia out, she was going to have to work for it. “I might be persuaded to attend the party, and help her over her fears, if there was something in it for me.” Wiggling her nose, she made her clothing disappear.
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Chapter Two Athena’s chuckle filled the room as she leaned over the couch and effortlessly swung Nike into her arms. Wrapping her slender arms around her lover’s neck, Nike let her carry her into their bedroom where Athena gently set her down on the bedspread. As Athena lay down over her, one moment her clothes were there, the next they had disappeared, and her lover’s tanned skin was pressed tight against Nike’s alabaster white flesh. With a soft whimper she started moving restlessly under the auburn-haired Goddess, eager to feel Athena’s long, slender fingers between her thighs. As their lips met, and their tongues dueled, she clasped Athena’s shoulders and held her tight as the Goddess settled firmly into the V of her thighs. Her hands gripped Nike’s ass and pulled her up so that their groins rubbed against each other. The delicious friction had Nike moaning into her lover’s mouth, grinding her slick flesh against Athena’s. Breaking the kiss, she arched her back and pressed her arching nipples against the soft warmth of the other Goddess’ breasts. Sliding her hands down Athena’s shoulders and around to her breasts, she pinched and tugged on the Goddess’ nipples, drawing a moan of appreciation past parted lips. She could feel the warm cream of Athena’s passion leaking on to her inner thighs, mingling with her own. The heady scent of their desire filled the room, sending Nike’s sense whirling. Despite the centuries together, her desire for the other Goddess hadn’t diminished. In fact, Nike sometimes wondered if she would be able to handle it if it grew any greater. Every time they were together she felt more out of control, every nerve in her body more exposed and demanding.
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Pressing her lips against Athena’s neck, she nipped and nibbled her way to the sleek curve of her lover’s earlobe and grasped it gently between her teeth. Athena responded by curling her fingers into the soft flesh of Nike’s ass, just hard enough to sting slightly. Nike wiggled in response, sliding her moist heat over Athena’s flesh, leaving a wet trail, evidence of her passion. She parted her legs wider as Athena released her hold on her ass, and reached between them, her fingers nimble as they stroked over Nike’s clit until she was a quivering mass of nerves. “Athena,” she gasped, unable to stand the torment any longer. She had to feel the glide of her lover’s fingers in her core, stroking the sensitive inner flesh until she climaxed. “Mmm, what love?” Athena fairly purred, confidence in her sensuality lacing her words. Nike dropped one of her hands between them, her knuckles brushing against Athena’s as she started caressing her lover’s pussy. “Stop teasing,” she managed to gasp out as Athena pinched her clit, sending tiny shockwaves throughout her body. One long finger slid in deep, swirled around in her cream, and then was pulled free. “You mean like that?” “Yes, damn you,” Nike wailed, arching her lithe body against Athena’s firmer one, eager for any contact between their flesh. Nike almost wept as Athena slid her finger back in, then added a second, scissoring them inside of her core. She responded in kind, earning a soft groan from her lover. Athena’s pussy clenched around her fingers, and she couldn’t help herself, Nike added a third finger and thrust them hard into the other Goddess’ core. Athena’s grey eyes closed and her head dipped down, resting against Nike’s shoulder. She shifted to the side, and Nike curled with her, until they lay on the bed facing each other, their legs spread, and fingers deep in each other’s pussies. Gasps and moans filled the room as passion swept over them both, and Nike quickly crested, her body strung too tight form Athena’s teasing. As she did, she thrust her fingers hard into her lover’s pussy and pressed a kiss against her lips, moaning into Athena’s mouth.
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The auburn-haired Goddess swallowed her moan and pulled away, throwing her head back and screaming as Nike’s fingers pushed her over the edge. Sweaty skin rubbing together, their nipples brushed against each other as they grinded their upper bodies together, each seeking to drive the other into another orgasm. Her fingers slick with Athena’s cream, Nike pulled them free moments before Athena crested again, and gathering all her will power, pushed Athena’s hand free of her own core. She wanted to taste her lover’s passion, feel it flowing into her mouth. It took only a though and she had changed positions on the bed, her face pressed tight against Athena’s pussy. She inhaled deeply as she leaned forward, her tongue flicking against Athena’s clit. Firm hands gripped Nike’s thighs, pulled her forward and holding her legs apart as Athena delved into her pussy, sucking and tongue bathing her clit until she had Nike trembling. It was a struggle to hold back her orgasm, but Nike wanted her lover to climax first. Thrusting two fingers into Athena’s pussy, she started stroking deeply as he sucked the tiny nub of Athena’s arousal, until the slick inner muscles of her lover’s pussy clenched her fingers tight and a rush of arousal flowed into her waiting mouth. Licking up her lover’s cream sent her body into a tailspin, and she climaxed with Athena’s tongue buried deep in her core. Nike collapsed back on the bed, struggling for breath. She had almost managed to form a coherent though when she felt Athena settled between her thighs, her mouth once again doing delicious things. Looking down the line of her own body, Nike saw the sparkle in the grey-depths of her lover’s eyes and knew Athena wasn’t done with her yet. For the next few hours her warrior Goddess coaxed and pleaded, and finally claimed her victory. When they both finally managed to come up for air, Nike agreed to do Athena her favor, just as they both knew she would. She loved the Goddess too much to deny her anything. ****
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Several hours later, Nike sat in front of her mirror running a brush through her reddish-golden hair, when Athena sat up in bed. Gone in an instant was the sleepy grey-eyed Goddess, and in her place was Athena wearing her determined ‘I have a plan’ look that she had spent centuries perfecting. Sighing, Nike set down the brush and turned to face her lover. “Okay, what is it?” “When you go tonight, you can’t be gentle with her. Alicia’s courage will fail her and she will back out. You have to be obnoxious. She can’t stand that. “Obnoxious?” Athena nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Yes. And I know just what you need to do.” Nike couldn’t help laughing as Athena laid out her plan, in full detail. It just might work, and rather than being the boring babysitting detail she had been expecting, Nike found herself thinking she might even have some fun with it all.
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Chapter Three Raising her hand, Nike knocked softly against the door assigned to Athena’s charge. As Alicia called out for her to enter, she pushed open the door and sent a cloud of sparkling dust into the room before she flounced in. Mimicking Aphrodite at her most annoying just like Athena had told her to, Nike started gushing as soon as she walked into the room. “Hi, I’m Nike. Athena asked me to make sure everything was going okay, and Aphrodite asked that I help you get dressed for the banquet.” Stifling the urge to giggle at Alicia’s stupefied look, Nike had to admit she was kind of cute in a fish with its mouth opening and closing kind of way. She held the silk toga in front of her like she was a vestal virgin and Nike was about to claim her maidenhead. Finally she managed to speak, and Nike knew before she said anything that Alicia was stronger than Athena gave her credit for. She could also see that their plan was working. Alicia looked ready to flee the room into whatever awaited, just to get away from her. “Um, thanks, Nike, but I think I can—” Now that she was here, Nike could see so much potential to the woman. She just had to get her out of her own way first. Holding up her hand, she cut Alicia off. “Okay, but have you ever in your life put on a toga? ‘Cause let me tell you, girlfriend, they are a pain to wrap around you and get to stay up.” Going for the offense had always been more Aphrodite and Athena’s thing, but in this case it seemed warranted. “So, still want me to go?” Nike summoned up gum and started snapping it while she waited for Alicia to make up her mind. Finally she nodded and Nike could get to work. Wiggling her nose, she gave Alicia a
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light dusting of makeup, while she worked to wrap the toga around her. Cracking her gum, just to get Alicia worked up, she pulled the cloth tight and snapped a fold into place. Nike finally knew what to do with the mortal’s hair, and with a grin she wiggled her nose again. Instantly the straight tresses formed into an intricate knot, with ringlets framing her face. Turning her to face the mirror, Nike blinked back tears of pride. She couldn’t go all soft now. Alicia needed to be feisty to face down her fears. “Okay, all done. So whatcha think? I did good, huh?” As the mortal opened her eyes, a grimace crossed her delicate features until she caught sight of herself. The gasp was well worth it. “How did you ... I didn’t feel .....” “Well, duh! I’m a Goddess, silly.” Seeing the tears forming in Alicia’s eyes, Nike let it all fly out, kicking her obnoxious mannerisms into double time. “I do know how to do the whole bibbidy bobbedy boo thing.” Nike giggled at the shocked look on Alicia’s face, it was priceless. She wished she had a camera. “Although, Athena hates it when I call it that.” The poor mortal was beginning to get the look she recognized. She was wracking her brain for an excuse, any excuse, to flee. Aphrodite often had that effect on people. Tickled, and feeling her wicked juices bubbling, Nike turned it up a notch. “She blames me because the Muses gave Disney the idea. As if! Like I can really control them. There’s, like, nine of them. Hello! Well, anyways, I have to get going before she like sends out a search party. Ta ta, darling. Enjoy your evening.” Wiggling her fingers at Alicia, she flounced out of the room and closed the door. As soon as it clicked, she leaned back against the wall and gave into the laughter that had been threatening to overwhelm her the whole time. Doubling over, she wrapped her arms around her waist as she laughed so hard her sides started hurting. Wiggling her nose, she transported herself outside the mansion Aphrodite had selected to house her party this year.
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Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the cool night air and tried to bring herself under control. After centuries spent being prim and proper, the perfectly serious Goddess of Victory, she was enjoying being able to cut loose now and again. Thankfully Athena knew how to use that, and turned a boring evening into fun, while still helping one of her ladies from the shelter out. Nike began thinking about going into the shelter herself and doing some volunteer work. Helping Alicia blossom had been enjoyable. “Excuse me, miss, I think I must be lost.”
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Chapter Four Nike turned at the sound of a man’s voice and gasped when she caught sight of him. His tanned skin almost glowed in the moonlight, giving away his Native American heritage. His nose, a thin straight blade, perfectly accented his high cheeks bones. Long ebony hair curled against the collar of his linen shirt. Beads adorned a single braid, which brushed against his cheek with each breath. Clenching her legs tight, she ignored the rush of desire and turned her attention to finding out what he needed. “Where are you trying to go?” He shrugged. “I’m not sure exactly.” He shifted back and forth, rocking slightly on his heels, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation. “I know how this sounds, but I had a vision a few nights ago, and when I came out of it there was this invitation on the bed next to me. I looked out the window, and my spirit guide was perched on a tree limb.” Despite the stillness of his body, Nike could feel the vibrations of tension humming off of him. She also knew how absurd what he said was, and that a normal mortal would have freaked at his admission. “What does your invitation say exactly?” Nike had to be sure before she led him to the party. The fact that he was open to the existence of things like spirit guides and a vision quest was a benefit, but he was arriving late, and not by the usual means. The last thing Aphrodite, and the rest of the Olympian deities needed was the mortal press getting into the party. So he could be playing her, setting her up to reveal more than she should. At the same time, she knew she has to give him some benefit of the doubt—especially if he could produce a legitimate invitation. She watched the young man rummage in his pack, finally pulling out a carefully folded piece of parchment. She
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recognized the paper immediately just by the smell Aphrodite always placed on the paper. Ambrosia, the nectar of the Gods. An invitation without the scent was a forgery. It made sorting out who was and who was not invited easier, especially with the other deities sneaking names on when Aphrodite wasn’t looking. “It says, Explore the limits of your imagination during an all expenses paid weekend to paradise. Have your wishes granted, your fantasies fulfilled, and return to reality feeling sated and relaxed as you never have before.” “You’ve come to the right place then. I’ll show you to the main hall.” Stepping forward, Nike wrapped her hand around his arm. Feeling the muscles jerk beneath her palm, she couldn’t hold back a shudder of feminine awareness. Despite the love she felt for her fellow Goddess, she had often longed for the touch of a man, so with her lover’s consent, she had taken a male lover from time to time. “Hoooo, hoooo.” Knowing what she would find before she looked up, Nike traced the sound and found an owl sitting on one of the branches, just a few feet away. The man next to her froze, almost as if he had seen Medusa and been turned to stone. Turning her gaze to him, Nike found him staring at the owl, his eyes wide. “My spirit guide—k” he breathed, almost unconsciously. Looking back at the owl, Nike watched it blink several times, and then it spread its wings and flew away. Shaking her head at the lengths her lover had gone to, she had to admit it was the first time Athena had brought her a man. There was no doubt that the creature had been one of the dozen owls Athena had raised. The little beast had winked at her before it flew away. Tightening her grip on his arm, Nike propelled the man into motion. He might be attractive, but she wasn’t going to make the first move. At heart, she was submissive. She wouldn’t have been able to survive the centuries with Athena otherwise. The Goddess was loving and a tender and skilled lover, but she was also what the mortal’s termed a control freak. “I’m Nike.”
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“Chris. Nice to meet you, Nike.” His coal black eyes looked down at her as he spoke, widening when the moonlight caught on her face. “It’s you!” Nike dropped her hold on him and took a step back at his exclamation. Chris ran a hand through his hair, sending the tiny charms in his braid tingling. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, but who, what, are you?” Nike cocked her head to the side, considering just what he was asking. “I saw you in a vision. The invitation, then you, but you were different. You were wearing the clothing of the ancient Greeks, and you were standing beside a much taller woman who was holding a sword. Always before we were in bed together, with the shadow of a woman cast on the wall next to us. You’ve visited my dreams for months, but the other night was the first time it was different, the first time you appeared in my vision quest. What’s going on?” Nike struggled with what to tell him. She didn’t want to divulge too much, it was too big of a risk. But at the same time, she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with a pat answer. “What did the invitation sound like to you?” Christ shrugged. “At first I was worried it was a swinger’s party or something, but even as I told myself I shouldn’t go, I felt this compulsion to find out. And my vision quests have never led me to harm.” Nike laughed softly at his description of the party Aphrodite threw every year. It was the second best she had heard, topped only by Athena’s that is was a breeding ground for demigods/goddesses. While many of the deities indulged in honest affairs of the heart, several of them used it as an opportunity to score with the all too willing mortals. “I am trusting you, because rarely is the invitation sent out to one who does not keep the secret. I guess everyone wants a chance to come back next year.” Waving her hand, Nike conjured a bench just ahead of them. As she talked, she started guiding him forward.
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“The party is held by some of the deities of Olympus.” As soon as the words left her mouth, they reached the bench. Chris swayed slightly, and she guided him down onto the cold stone. He sat there, silently looking at her as if she had grown another head. “I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I am the Goddess Nike. I have a feeling that the other woman you saw in your vision was Athena, my lover.” Chris’ eyes widened. As he inhaled sharply, Nike turned and looked over her shoulder. Athena walked out of the forest, the owl perched on her shoulder. Dressed in full toga and sandals, she could have stepped out of a mythology text, complete with owl perched on her shoulder. All that was missing was her sword and shield. “This isn’t real,” he whispered, despite the evidence in front of him. Athena laughed softly as she perched on the bench next to Nike, squeezing her between the two warm bodies; one mortal, the other a Goddess. “We are as real as your visions, your spirit guide, and your ancestors.” The owl on her shoulder spread its wings, lightly ruffling Nike’s hair, and then lifted into the air. As they watched it dived about, catching the air currents, its wings flapping in a steady rhythm until it landed on a branch several feet above their heads. Nike almost felt sorry for the mortal, he looked so confused. Yet deep within the coal black depths of his eyes, she could see his awareness of her and Athena, the kindling of desire. It was tempting, the urge to peek into his thoughts, to stroke the fire that was building. She was held back, not by her own willpower, but by Athena leaning down and lightly nipping at the side of her neck. Chris inhaled swiftly, and as Nike watched his pupils dilated. Athena’s strong arms wrapped around Nike’s waist, her battle roughened palms sliding over the bare skin of her midriff. They had made love just hours before, but already her body was awakening to her lover’s touch.
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“You’re here, Chris, because I have taken a special interest in you. I issued the invitation.” Nike jerked at her lover’s words. “Why?” Rather than answer him, Athena stood and shrugged her shoulder, sending the toga sliding off of her body. As striking as one of the famed Amazon warriors, the Goddess was toned and yet shapely. She wasn’t held to mortal standards of strength, but rather that of the Gods. Her form sleek and lush, Athena was almost overwhelming at first glance. Despite her auburn hair being cut short, she was very much a sensual woman. As Athena held out her hand, Nike was helpless to do anything other than let her lover pull her to her feet. She had long fantasized about Athena joining her exploits with men, but the Goddess had always held back, claiming she wasn’t interested in the male of the species. Occasionally a mortal male had piqued her interest, but the fancy passed long before it could come to fruition. “You ask why? Have you not dreamed of Nike, almost as long as you can remember? Do you not awaken in the night, your cock hard and begging for her, your hands reaching for her, until your mind registers that it was but a dream? Do you not feel like you know her, without having exchanged a whole conversation?” Her gaze locked on Chris’, Nike watched as he nodded. She felt the briefest touch of Athena’s lips along her shoulder as her dress slithered down her body, catching for a moment on the hard tips of her nipples before pooling at her feet. “Is this not your fondest wish—to meet the woman who haunts your dreams?” “Yes,” he whispered, his voice taunt with need. Unconsciously he held out his hand, a silent invitation. Stepping closer to Chris, Nike leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips. As she moved back, he followed, until he stood pressed against her, his clothing rough against her skin. Behind her, Athena kneeled, her calloused fingertips gliding up and down Nike’s inner thighs.
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Lifting her hands between them, Nike unbuttoned his linen shirt and slid her hands to his shoulders, parting the material. Chris shrugged out of it, baring his golden skin to the moonlight. Without hesitation, Nike leaned down and kissed a trail along his pectorals, feeling the muscles jump under her lips. Athena’s attention shifted between her legs, her fingertip now lighting gliding along Nike’s pussy, causing her to gasp and bite her lip. Closing her eyes at the sensation, she pressed her upper body closer to Chris’, feeling his heated skin against her breasts. His hands cupped her cheeks, holding her still as his mouth pressed against hers, his tongue sweeping past her lips to plunder her mouth. Nike whimpered as Athena flicked her tongue along the seam of her pussy lips, and then delved deeply into her core, mimicking Chris’ movements. Chris’ cock was hard, straining against the material between them. Rocking her hips, Nike alternated between grinding against him and arching back into Athena’s tonguing. Her body flushed with desire, she wanted to drop to her knees and beg one of them to claim her, to put her out of her misery, but the dual sensation was too delicious to risk ending. Athena was too volatile—one wrong move and the Goddess might leave. Almost as if her thoughts had caused it, Athena stood, her body brushing along Nike’s back. Lips she had kissed endless tips pursed against her right ear. “On your knees,” Athena whispered. Her hands pushed gently along Nike’s shoulders, guiding her down. Dropping to the cushion of the moist grass, Nike looked directly at Chris’ crotch. She could feel Athena moving closer, and then the Goddess leaned over her, her hands on the zipper of Chris’ slacks. Nike licked her lips in breathless anticipation as Athena slowly pulled down Chris’ zipper and his cock sprang free. Then his pants simply disappeared, but he didn’t seem to notice he never removed them or his shoes. Leaning forward, he brushed his cock along Nike’s cheek, the charms in his hair tingling with the movement.
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Nike parted her lips, and the velvety soft head of his cock brushed against them. She shuddered at the first sensation before it slid between her lips. Sucking gently on the tip, she rolled her tongue around it, savoring the salty-sweetness of his pre-come. She could hear Athena moving around behind her, but when she flicked her gaze upward, all she saw was the captivating sight of Chris, with his eyes closed, his head slightly tipped back, his lips parted. A groan sounded in the night air, causing the forest creatures to fall silent.
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Chapter Five “By the gods,’ Chris gasped, and pulled away. Looking up at him, she found his attention focused somewhere behind her. Shifting to turn around, Nike felt the change in the floor beneath her. Gone was the moist grass; it was replaced by cold marble. Before she looked over her shoulder, she already had a good idea of where they were—the replica of the Parthenon Athena has built in Olympus. She hadn’t even been aware of the movement to bring them here. “Come here, mortal.” Athena’s voice echoed off the stone walls; the command of a Goddess for her subject—not to be denied. Chris stepped around her and started to walk towards Athena. Gracefully, Nike stood and followed. Athena was reclining on a feather bed, propped up by a rather large pillow. Gloriously naked, she made Nike mindful of the first time they had made love. It was in this very room of the temple, the original temple in Athens. She knew Chris being there, having the whole scene recreated for him, meant something to Athena. But at the moment, she was too distracted to care. Athena held out her hand, and grasping it, Nike climbed onto the bed. The scent of her lover’s arousal was intoxicating. Kneeling between Athena’s spread legs, Nike started to kiss along her inner thighs. She could feel the bed dip behind her, then the delicious sensation of a hard cock rubbing between her legs. Chris’ hands grasped her hips and pulled her back against him, as she started to tongue the cleft of Athena’s pussy. The warrior Goddess tangled her fingers in Nike’s hand and pressed her pussy tight against her face. “Yesss,” Athena hissed between her teeth.
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Nike’s giggle turned to a gasp as Chris thrust hard, sliding his cock halfway in with one movement. Arching back against him, she nuzzled her face against Athena’s pussy, licking along the seam of her pussy lips before delving inside. Her senses whirling with her greatest fantasy coming to life, Nike clenched her pussy tight around Chris’ cock, thrilling in the feel of his length sliding fully into her core. Beneath her, Athena shifted, pushing Nike away. “I want to try something,” the Goddess stated and Nike nodded. “Roll over, and lay back against me.” Nike groaned as Chris slid his cock free; her body was screaming for more, not less. Moving as quickly as she could, Nike rolled over and moved back against her lover, fitting into the valley of her thighs. The heat of Athena’s pussy pressed firmly against the small of her back. The warrior goddess started to pluck and play with her nipples, as Nike coaxed Chris to come closer. With a teasing smile, he covered her body with his, the hard pebbles of his nipples rubbing along her chest. Pressing an opened mouthed kiss against her lips, he reclaimed her pussy, thrusting hard and deep. Nike felt Athena shift beneath her, then the familiar feel of her lover’s slender fingers sliding down her stomach to manipulate her clit. Gasping, Nike arched against the double sensation, as she returned Chris’ kiss. Not wanting her beloved to feel left out, Nike broke the kiss and turned her head to the side, silently asking for Athena to kiss her. Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to the sensations, as Chris started running his hands over her body, occasionally meeting Athena’s hands, while she alternated between kissing them both. It was incredible, the feel of his cock thrusting deep, simultaneous to the small of her back dampened with Athena’s cream. Turning her head again, to brush her lips against Athena’s, Nike’s pulse skipped a beat as Chris followed, and she felt his tongue gliding along the edge of her mouth as Athena kissed her. What resulted was a weird three-way kiss that surpassed her wildest fantasies.
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The sleek glide of Chris’ cock, in and out, thrust and retreat, fell into a faster rhythm. Breathing heavily, he was picking up his pace and driving her closer to an orgasm. Athena continued to manipulate her clit, and she could feel Athena’s other hand between their bodies, slowly stroking her own delicious bundle of nerves. A dipped his head, pressing his forehead against the side of her neck as he hardened the pace. Nike could feel her body slapping against her lover’s, grinding skin against skin. In a very symbolic way, by positioning them the way she had, Athena was basically allowing Chris to make love to her too, without any real penetration. Gasping at the realization, her eyes flew open in time to see Athena’s close as her body started to shudder. She could feel her undulate beneath her, grinding her pelvis against the upper curve of Nike’s ass as the Goddess climaxed. She felt her own orgasm build, her body squeezing tighter and gripping Chris harder, until with a soft scream she climaxed. Chris groaned, and started to shake. His beads brushed against Nike’s nipple as he pumped his hips in tiny jerks, his come a molten heat within her core.
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Chapter Six Uncertain how much time passed, Nike continued to run her hands over Chris’ shoulders and back, while Athena gently stroked her tangled hair. She didn’t want to be the first to speak and break the spell. Judging by the soft kisses Chris was pressing against any part of skin her could reach, he wasn’t willing for it to end either. Finally she couldn’t take it any longer. “How long have you been watching him?” Even as she said the words she felt Chris tense against her. Athena laughed softly, her breath rustling Nike’s hair. “Ever since he brought his friend to the shelter a year ago. The compassion in his eyes when he stared at Alicia, the trust in hers as she allowed him to be her strength, intrigued me.” Chris head jerked up at her statement, shock causing his eyes to widen. “The dreams started soon after that. I remember you now.” Thoughts swirled in a whirlwind as Nike fought to process what Athena was saying, and what she wasn’t. “So you’ve been planning this…a year now?” Athena nodded and shifted. Nike found herself cuddling against Chris chest, with Athena spooned against her back, and no real memory of actually moving. “What was the one thing you wanted above all else?” Athena asked. Nike closed her eyes and tried to figure out how to answer her beloved without hurting her. Before she could frame an answer, Athena spoke again. “You always wanted to feel complete. As much as you love me, you have often wished for me to do more than accept your dalliances with men—you have wanted me to be a part of it.
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Even though I do not desire Chris that way, I have come to admire him, and respect him.” Twirling his brain around her finger, Nike thought about what Athena was admitting. “So you caused my dreams?” Nike shivered at the deep rumble of his voice. She could only imagine how he was feeling; the bottom had dropped out from under both of them at Athena’s announcement. “No,” Athena responded, as her hand stroked up and down Nike’s side. “Your dreams are not mine to influence; what your vision quests bring you is guided by your own deities and your ancestors.” “Then what does this mean for us?” Try as she might, Nike couldn’t breathe as she waited for Athena to speak. Judging by the sudden tension flowing from him, neither could Chris. One moment they were all lying together in the big bed in the temple, the next they were fully dressed and standing in the clearing from which they started. Chris sat down suddenly on the bench Nike had conjured earlier, and Nike felt lightheaded enough she was tempted to join him. Athena stepped back, drawing their attention to her. “I don’t know where we go…that is up to him.” With a wave of her hand, she motioned at Chris, where he sat, slouched over and watching them with his dark eyes. “What are your wishes, Chris?” He swallowed heavily and stood. A shaft of moonlight cast half his face in shadows, accenting the striking cheekbones and the beads glistening in his hair. Head held high, he met Athena head on. “When I arrived, I was hopeful that my wish would bring the woman from my dreams to me. Now that I have found you both—my wish would be to stay with you, for as long as you will have me.” Nike giggled as the scenery changed again and they stood in the living room of the home she and Athena shared. Athena started walking towards the stairs and started up them, her hips seductively swaying with every step. Looking back over her shoulder, the warrior Goddess smiled. “Well come on then, we haven’t got all night and I admit I have been curious the
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masculine form. If you’re willing Chris, I think I want to explore the differences between you and Nike.” Nike’s giggle turned to a soft scream as Chris lifted her into his arms and carried her to the stairs and up them. It seemed her wish was also to come true.
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About the Author Born to ride on the back of dragons, to journey among the stars in a ship traveling faster than light, or to dance the night away in the arms of a mysterious vampire, Michelle Houston willingly shares the worlds in her mind in an effort to bring them to life. Writing everything from short and sweet stories, to hot and spicy tales of kink, from contemporary tales of romance to erotic romances featuring Greek gods, vampires and were-creatures, she has crossed sexualities and has gone wherever her mental muse has guided her, a journey she has never regretted. Beyond that, she has a love of the natural world around us (except for insects, spiders, snakes, scorpions, and she reserves the right to add more at any time) and hopes to share the enjoyment of the earth with her students once she finally earns her degree in secondary Biology/Earth Science Education. In other words, she is an ordinary woman with an imagination that is only held in bounds by how fast she can type.
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