Aphrodite's Curse Ch. 103

In Athens as the evening grew late, revelers slowly made their way home from Solstice parties all over the city. High atop the crowded streets the huge Acropolis complex was largely deserted as Athena, like every other Goddess who attended Euphrosyne's party, had allowed all of her Nymphs to attend as well. Her temple largely deserted, only two lone figures remained inside; the lovely Grid, now high priestess to Athena, and cowering at her feet massaging her soles, her "pet". This slave was the same unfortunate and foolish guard Athena had given to Grid several years earlier and his service to her had been quite harsh.

Honored to be left in charge of the temple while the Goddess was away, she still sighed as she was lonely, especially at this time of year. Everywhere else in Greece families and lovers were partying the night away, the wine flowing and the feasts never ending. Looking across the plaza of the temple towards the palace of Archimedes on an adjacent hill, it blazed as if on fire, signaling untold revelry obviously taking place inside its high marble walls. Sighing, Grid wished that she could participate in the merriment, but as high priestess, and a non-Greek, her options were limited in the Goddess's favorite city despite her favor from Athena.

As the highest ranking human in the temple, she had decided to let all of her acolytes, servants and slaves off for the holiday like Athena had, except one. At her feet was her "personal" slave, but she considered him more of an "appliance" than an actual person. Kept naked, bound and permanently chaste, he only continued to live to serve her every wish a harsh sentence he would serve for life. Ordering him to bring her an amphora of wine, she sat alone in the cavernous grand entrance hall of the temple, the magnificent statue of Athena smiling above her as she sank into a funk, her thoughts returning to the sexy Orion. At times like this she often thought of her handsome savior and tonight especially she wished she could feel his masculine body worshipping hers as they both celebrated the arrival of the new sun.

As she waited for her naked slave's return with the wine, suddenly her senses started tingling as her long years of living in the barbaric north made her especially sensitive to any kind of danger. Sniffing the air, she spun around and stared into a dark corner of the temple and spied two red eyes glaring back at her from the black void.

Careful not to make any sudden movement, she slowly reached behind her and retrieved her ceremonial dagger from the altar, usually used only for sacrifices to the Goddess it certainly might come in handy now for defense. The stillness in the temple was suffocating as she locked eyes with the phantom shape and neither she nor it moved for a full five minutes. Finally the shape slowly emerged from the gloom and revealed itself fully in the dim light.

The eyes of the mysterious form belonged to an enormous and beautiful grey wolf, and to her astonishment it appeared to be smiling and even winked at her as it stepped out of the shadows. Her astonishment then grew even larger when the wolf now stood up on its hind legs and began to change shape, writhing and growling as fur became skin. Now completely changed into a human form, she lowered her dagger and rolled her eyes as she yelled out "Loki! What the fuck are YOU doing here?"

Back on Olympus the girls were reaching maximum rowdiness. The sight of the beautiful Solstice tree, and the announcement of the strip wine wrestling match about to begin between Ganymede and Dionysus added to the oceans of wine that had been consumed sent the inebriated mob into a frenzy. Rushing out into the gardens in a riot, Euphrosyne and her two sisters followed the crowd, enjoying the poetic mayhem they had created. As they stepped outside, Euphrosyne paused as she felt Hera's hand on her arm.

"Euphrosyne, I cannot compliment you enough on this spectacular evening. Olympus will be ground to dust and blow into the sea before any of us attending will ever forget tonight. Really, this is beyond anything anyone could pull off and you are to be congratulated."

Looking back into Hera's face, the Goddess was stunned by such high praise and could only warmly smile. Continuing, Hera spoke. "That said, I want to ask you a favor. Go easy on the boys, especially Ganymede. He has been my servant for eons and I really don't want him to suffer too much. If you can see it in your heart to let him go, please do this as a personal favor to me."

Euphrosyne winked back and to Hera's instant relief. "I appreciate what you are saying Hera, and trust me, I am NOT a total bitch. Now, just between you and me, I will let you in on a little secret. I am letting them BOTH go tomorrow morning so tonight is the last of their service of "slavery". Neither know it yet, and I wanted to enjoy a little more fun tonight at their expense."

Hera beamed and laughed, nodding her head in understanding. "You are a good woman Euphrosyne, a truly good woman. Please, enjoy your fun, I won't say a word!" she giggled as she put her fingers to her lips.

Now that all of the Goddesses and Nymphs had assembled around the tree, the huge brimming vat of Hormonally charged Nymph wine sloshing before them, Euphrosyne stepped up onto a table and addressed the crowd. "OK boys, into the pool!" she commanded as the girls went wild and Ganymede and Dionysus reluctantly stepped inside the swirling red liquid.

As both Gods were nearly naked already, the sacred wine soaked into their bare skin instantly and both were intoxicated almost immediately. Making matters worse for them both, especially given the brevity of their "uniforms" the wine instantly made both horny beyond reason and their mistletoe coverings rapidly were strained almost to the breaking point by their growing and throbbing erections. Now both standing thigh high in the vat, the Goddess looked out at the crowd and smiled as she addressed them again.

"The rules tonight are simple. Both will wrestle each other until one submits, and whoever is naked and pinned is declared the loser." Turning to the Gods in the wine she asked "Ready boys?"

Both reluctantly nodded their heads, their eyes already glassy in a lust crazed haze. Seeing them nod she shouted "BEGIN!"

Despite the effects of the wine, both shot out at each other from their corners in an unexpected fury. Both were not only desperate for release but terrified of serving out the other's sentence, so they were highly motivated. Since both were also Gods, and therefore perpetually at the peak of physical perfection, it was quite an erotic display and the women watching were entranced by the sight of the hunky melee in the vat. Ganymede was surprisingly strong, and within seconds had Dionysus head in a lock as he attempted to pin his left leg with his own. Struggling to free himself Dionysus shamelessly thrust his crotch forward as he tried to wriggle free, berries and leaves quickly falling from his tiny sock as he squirmed.

Amphrite and Pethio, both watching the two fighting in the red stew laughed as they resumed their foot battle over the horn of Keto, each growing increasingly wet as they watched these two perfect, nearly naked male bodies battle before them. An hour went by without any resolution, both miraculously still clothed despite the violent contact between them. As they continued to try and strip one another and wrestled, their firm muscular red drenched bodies thrashed and scuffled in the vat and put on quite a show. Bare legs and chests, firm thighs and stomachs, barely covered crotches all twisted and ground into the other's body as they tried to pin each other. Every Nymph watching became drenched right along with the Gods as they watched, a thousand delicate hands diddling themselves through a thousand dripping panties. The stalemate finally ended when Ganymede suddenly tackled Dionysus and had his neck firmly clenched between his thighs and his legs spread open and backwards in the air, his head held under the surface of the wine as he struggled frantically to get loose.

With Ganymede's face glowing in malevolent glee, he found he had a free hand as his left arm firmly held the tiring Dionysus's legs far apart and behind his own neck as he struggled to get his head out of the wine. This was just the sort of opportunity he had been looking for and now smiling widely, he knew it was time for Di-Di's big unveiling. With his free hand, he quickly grabbed the mistletoe sock displayed so prominently at his eye level and ripped it off in one quick motion, throwing it to the lusty and cheering crowd and freeing little Dionysus from his leafy sock. Suddenly denuded of his mistletoe wrapping, Dionysus's dick instantly sprang out and accidentally hit Ganymede squarely in the face, his exposed cock straining under the leash still wrapped around the base.

Now that one God was naked the already wild crowd went berserk as the Nymphs began chanting "Jack him off! Jack him off!". Ganymede, now thinking he had won, released the now completely nude Dionysus who instantly sunk under the surface of the wine. Standing triumphant in the middle of the pool, still clothed, his face glowed with a complete smirk of victory on his lips.

His celebration was premature as Dionysus now shot up from under the wine and flipped Ganymede upside down and held him in a full reverse bear hug, his hard cock slamming into the shocked God's upper back. Suddenly immobilized by this surprise move, Ganymede struggled but as Dionysus had his arms pinned by his legs, and his legs pinned by his arms, he could do nothing to escape. With a similar look of triumph, Dionysus used the only free object he could, his mouth, to grasp the tiny string of Ganymede's loincloth in his teeth and ripped it free, tossing it also into the crowd as he whipped his head to the side. Collapsing in exhaustion, both Gods now heaved and panted as they lay naked, hard and throbbing in the red stew of wine and grape leaves as the now completely frenzied and aroused Goddesses and Nymphs cheered wildly.

Seeing the pause in the melee, Clio approached Euphrosyne with a mischievous smirk on her face. "Girl, this party has been truly off the hook! You are definitely to be congratulated!" Euphrosyne smiled back and looked down, beaming in pride at her work. "But I think now that the "boys" are on break it might be time to bring out the fountain, don't you? No doubt its appearance and charm will crank this shindig up to total insanity."

Looking around the room, Euphrosyne had to agree. The party was a smash and as she saw the thousand or so drunken Nymphs and Goddesses standing around the pool laughing hysterically, obviously having the time of their lives, she thought the time had come for Apollo's entrance. Standing back up on a table, she clapped her hands loudly to gather the revelers to attention.

"Ladies, Ladies, I hope you enjoyed the boy's little contest. Now, it appears to be unresolved as they are now BOTH quite deliciously naked as you can see." Hearing this the crowd went wild with hooting and catcalls, all quite enthused about the strip show just performed by the two wine soaked Gods. Looking over into the pool she grinned as she saw both Ganymede and Dionysus exhausted in the wine. Naked and panting, their hard cocks bobbed in the red stew as they tried to catch their breath, each growing increasingly aroused as the liquids soaked into their body. Speaking again to the crowd, she continued. "So, while we let them recover and we try to think of another contest for them to compete in, let me direct your attention to my gardens."

As she spoke she pointed to the far corner of her patio where a large purple silk sheet hung over a form in the center of the decorated grounds. Every eye followed her hand and now focused on the sheet as Thalia and Aglagea stood on either side grinning. "Ladies, since our chocolate fountain was such a hit this past summer, we decided to up the ante for the Solstice." Nodding to her two sisters, they pulled the sheet away and exposed the marbleized nude and erect form of Apollo to the crowd. "Behold, our newest fountain!"

Seeing the perfect body of Apollo suddenly exposed caused total pandaemonium to break out, and the shouts of delight were soon dissolved into moans of lust from the crowd as they all viewed the form. Frozen at the exact moment of the beginning of his orgasm, every pussy gushed at the sight of him. Completely frozen in marble, he was truly an extraordinary erotic sight. Captured with his eyes shut and mouth open and moaning, his hands grasped behind his head as his crotch was shoved lewdly into the air. His balls were obviously full and pumping as they were frozen while contracting up into his torso. His cock was very prominently displayed and was obviously desperately hard and a deep purple hew, a tiny drop of his seed having formed on his slit when the blood of Medusa had frozen him tight right at the moment of no return.

Thalia and Aglagea stood on either side of him and lazily ran their hands down his stomach and around his frozen balls, each dripping as they thought of the desperate God boiling inside his marble prison. Apollo, his mind a complete overstimulated and desperate blank could only scream in stony silence as the sensations on his body from their hands only tormented him more as he prayed he would be unfrozen soon. The feeling of his cum stopped right at the edge of his cock was a cruel erotic torture worse than he ever could have imagined, made infinitely worse by the feeling of their silky palms on his hard helpless body. As the two Graces ran their hands up his body and over his frozen lips, they reached up to a large Amphora that had been placed on a golden stand behind him dangling over his head. Reaching the spigot, Thalia turned it slightly to the right and released the contents. As the valve opened a small golden liquid dribbled out and landed right on the base of Apollo's cock, snaking slowly down his shaft and dripping off his tip as it drooled out of the Amphora.

This over the top sensual display was too much, and the final restraints on the Nymphs and Goddess burst open, like an overfilled dam giving way during a hurricane. Rushing in a swirling groaning estrogen crazed mob, Apollo was completely covered in the hands and mouths of hundreds of Nymphs, every inch of his body now stroked, kissed or licked. Watching her creation in delight stood Euphrosyne who now was joined by Pethio and Amphrite, both wet as November as they watched the erotic display.

Amphrite placed her hand on Euphrosyne's shoulder and smiled. "You have outdone yourself this time girl! Who on earth did you get to carve that statue of Apollo? I have never seen a more realistic, or frankly HOT, portrayal of a God in marble EVER! Even the MUSES could not create such a masterpiece."

Pethio joined in, her gaze fixed on Apollo as she studied his body carefully. "Yes Euphrosyne, this is beyond impressive. I mean, the artist even captured the veins in his hips, all throbbing and full as he was obviously was right on the edge of shooting is spunk when he modeled. Who could create such a thing and how on earth did you get Apollo to agree to such an embarrassing position to be carved in?"

"Well Girls" Euphrosyne answered. "I will let you in on a little secret. This is NO statue, that actually IS Apollo in the flesh!"

Exploding in laughter, the two Goddesses listened in amazement as Euphrosyne explained how he came to be frozen in this embarrassing position. Knowing that he was inside, fully aware and feeling everything done to his body by the thousand new admirers he had made both of them even wetter.

Pethio fanned herself as she watched four Nymphs desperately sucking Tequilla off of his balls. "Serves that arrogant fucker right!" she laughed. "But still Euphrosyne, you aren't going to leave him like this forever are you? I mean he may be a dick, but he certainly should not pay for it forever."

Winking, Euphrosyne turned to them both and smiled. "Of course not! I already decided to go and see Esclepius after the Solstice and see what he can concoct to counteract the blood of Medusa. Look, it was HE who was going to freeze US, so he deserves this, but I certainly am release him eventually. Well, after I have my own little fun with him."

For a solid hour the three Goddesses watched the sensual display with increasing arousal. The sight of the most handsome God on Olympus, naked and captured right at the brink of maximum hardness and arousal sparked pure madness in the Nymphs and the other Goddesses. Even Hera and Persephone got into the act as they each took their turns licking the shots of liquor off of his shaft. The tequila fountain was an even bigger hit than the chocolate one had been over the summer, and the desperate writhing and moaning of the women licking and sucking his marble flesh so frantically was an erotic sight none would ever forget. Watching a crowd of beauties bathing his tequila soaked cock with their velvet tongues, and imagining poor Apollo suffering within, got Amphrite especially charged up and she felt as if she would burst from her womb being so filled with her own boiling nectar. As she watched, and grew even hornier, she lazily licked the tip of the horn of Keto, forgetting the torments she was inflicting on Poseidon back in their bedroom by her oral attentions as she imagined it was Apollo's rod in her mouth.

Spying the horn, Euphrosyne laughed. "Say Amphrite, do you mind if I borrow that for a while? I think I just had an inspiration for the next contest!"

Amphrite and Pethio howled in laughter when Euphrosyne explained her plan, and the Goddess gladly gave her the horn. The fountain had been fully explored by all for several hours, and when the Grace of Mirth turned to check on the Gods in the vat she smirked. Ganymede and Dionysus were both fast asleep and obviously still throbbing hard. Being saturated with the lust infused wine, the two were moaning as they marinated and stewed in the vintage. As they rested, completely spent and exhausted from their battle the hormonally charged wine soaked in deep, not only making them incredibly drunk but also desperately and hopelessly aroused. Now both naked, they were quite a sight as their two erect dicks stood prominently out of the liquid as they slumbered.

Sauntering over to the vat, Euphrosyne once again hopped up onto a table and called out to the crowd. "Ladies, Ladies, if I could drag your attention away from the Tequilla fountain for just a minute."

As she spoke, the crowd quieted a little as they turned to look at the two Gods just now waking in the wine. Now infused with tequila, made even more delicious when sucked off of the marble cock of Apollo, the raucous Nymphs spun around and began to laugh hysterically at the two naked Gods just beginnng to stumble around on their knees in the red juice. Despite the prodigious volumes of wine Dionysus was used to consuming, somehow marinating naked in this mixture had made him even drunker and hornier than ever. Ganymede too was feeling the effects of the grape as his eyes desperately tried to focus, everything reduced to just blurry blobs of color in his vision.

"Now, since both our contestants are naked now, obviously they BOTH won." Euphrosyne announced as the crowd booed. "Or maybe they both lost?" she added causing the boos to turn to cheers. "Either way, it is obvious that we are at an impasse so we need a NEW contest to decide the fate of their cocks. So.." Holding up the horn, she continued. "For the next act, the contest is going to include more concentration and endurance. Now, boys, come over here."

Kneeling in the vat, the two Gods stumbled over to the side of the tub as Euphrosyne knelt down and held the horn up between them. "Open wide!" she commanded as they both dutifully opened their mouths and she placed the horn in between each of their lips. Feeling the warm twitching black hardness in their mouths caused both Gods to flinch as it was quite unnerving. The horn appeared to be alive and reacted to each flick of their tongue with quivering and seeming delight. Each sucking lightly they listened to Euphrosyne continue to describe the contest as the horn throbbed and wiggled between their lips. "Now, this game will be easier to monitor. Whoever lets their side of the horn go loses and not only has to remain naked but also serves out the sentence of the winner."