A/N: You guys remember when i said I was going to rewrite the themes of the original chapter 19 later in the story? Here we are! The second half of this chapter will have themes of fluid sexuality, and group sex. I'll put a warning before that section for those who want to enjoy the first half. ?
Please be respectful. This is my fic and I don't deserve your aggression just because I rocked your ship a little bit.
Meg sat back into the bubbling water. The warm froth of the bath cleansed her scales of the ash and soil from her adventure with Hermes.
Long violet lashes fluttered closed as she recalled the rest of her date with the crimson God.
The memory of their frenzied kiss sent a surge through her legs.
His lips fell down her body with a chaste hop from thin fabric to exposed skin.
Her fingers traced the sensitive scales of her inner thighs blindly, recounting the mess of scarlet hair that had been nestled between them.
His nose bumped and nuzzled the swollen bead of her clit through the silky slick fabric. She felt all anxiety fall away as she relaxed into him. Her back arched into the checkered blanket as he marked her thighs with a series of playful nips.
She saw later the scattering of bruises he left in his wake.
The fury shivered as his fingers looped around the band of her panties, sliding them down her short, shapely legs.
The crisp mountain air hit her hot sex and she hissed, pulling away from him on instinct.
"I've… never…" She ran her fingers through his windswept tresses, pausing to give him an out if he no longer wished to continue.
"Would you like to?" His words muffled as he teased the sensitive skin where her thigh met lip.
"Please…" She groaned. He wasted no time uoon hearing her plea. Her hips bucked up in appreciation with the first sweep of his tongue.
The Erinyes was hairless and slick with arousal. Hermes hummed, committing to memory the unique taste of lilac and citrus, befitting her mauve skin.
The God groaned and buried his face deeper, his tongue pushing past her torrid folds.
She gripped his hair tight and bucked into him, hissing pleasantly as a pressure filled her wet heat.
He gripped her thighs and rolled them over so she was seated atop his eager lips. She squealed as they settled, feeling him pull her clit into a rhythmic suck.
He pushed her up for a moment to catch his breath, fingers pulsing against her quivering thighs.
"Turn around. I want this…" He palmed her ass with large hands, kneading the tight muscle.
Meg swung her leg over and turned around, backing her rear up to her previous seat.
"Shit. Perfect." The crimson god hissed, sinking his teeth into her subtle flesh.
"Ooooh!" She gripped his hips and ground herself down against his tongue.
She watched with intrigue as his clothed length pushed desperately against the confines of his shorts.
She took a shaky hand and caressed the hardened member. She was met with a growl that vibrated up through her core.
She took a moment to compose herself and slipped a hand under the loose fabric.
His cock was soft like silk, surrounded by a base of trimmed scarlet downy. She could feel a pulsing from the thick vein on the underside, begging her to do something. Anything.
She gave his base a firm squeeze and was delighted as the growl shot through her sex. His skilled tongue thrust into her fluidly.
The fury slipped the length from the elastic prison and watched as the slit weeped at the flood of open air. She circled the head with her thumb experimentally, smearing the bead of precum around the pulsing opening.
"Mmmm…" Hermes flexed his legs, bringing his hips closer to her.
"W-what should I do?" She asked shyly, between quickened breath. Her arousal nearly wiped away the shame from her inexperience.
She groaned as Hermes released her clit and peppered her inner thigh with encouraging kisses.
"I want to feel your mouth." He spoke, his voice hoarse.
She did as instructed, her tongue lapping at the glistening head. The shocks of pleasure resumed behind her as Hermes swore into her.
"More…" He croaked, circling her entrance with his tongue. She bobbed her head, taking his heat as far as her throat would allow.
"Fuck, Megaera." She gagged slightly as he pumped his hips into her mouth.
She felt the coil springing back into her core as she hurdled towards bliss with each tease of his tongue.
"OOOOH!" She moaned, subconsciously moving away from him as she came. Strong arms circled her thighs and pulled her back so she was sheathed on his tongue. His own member bobbing against the back of her throat.
His hips became erratic and he bucked wildly into her mouth. Meg released him with a pop and gulped down a lungful of air. The second she returned to his member, skating her tongue across the slit, he came. The release splashed across her face and chest, startling her aswell as her curious snakes.
He tasted clear and clean, like a brisk breeze. She licked her lips, and hummed at the bite of salt on her tongue.
"Oh… I'm sorry." Hermes slipped out from under her, his lips struggling to not pull up coyly. "Let me help…" He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his rippling athletic form. Meg had to work to unclench her jaw from the second wave of lust.
The messenger held her chin with his thumb and forefinger and used the cloth to carefully wipe away any trace of his release. Once she was clean he discarded his shirt and pulled her into a firm kiss.
Violet lashes snapped open as her fingers stilled against the powerful tide of her second release. The few remaining bubbles frothed between her thighs. She rose up on spent and shaking legs, noticing before she stepped out that quite a bit of water had spilled over the edge of the tub from her vigorous ministrations.
"Oops…"
Meg: Are you free after work tomorrow?
Dark eyes focused on the pending dots indicating that the God was typing out a message. Her release overpowered all anxiety and shame she could have felt from her text.
Hermes: The Boss' bachelor party is tomorrow. I can swing by after though. What did you have in mind? ;)
AN: This is the beginning of the group sex/ fluid sexuality section. You have been warned.
"I think Zeus threw this party more for himself than for you." Hades felt his ears perk at the smooth, and light voice of Eros.
"Seems so…" He chuckled almost inaudibly as he stared out into the crowd of inebriated and lascivious Olympians.
Before the God of love rounded the half circle of chairs to join him, Hades was whisked in by his alluring scent.
Most every God and Goddess had a very distinct and unwavering aroma that tied in with their power. With the exception of Eros, whose scent changed based on what the recipient found most romantically arousing.
Hades felt his skin erupt as the tendrils of morning dew and daffodils ensnared his senses.
He glanced over vaguely as Eros slumped down beside him, two drinks in hand.
"Whisky?" The magenta God passed over the glass before turning back to the debauchery before them.
This was supposed to be Hades' party but of course his brother Zeus was running the show. He watched with narrow eyes as the violet skinned god entertained a group of fawning and giggling dancers in barely there attire.
He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He whipped around in his seat, searching.
She was here.
He knew it.
Hera.
His eyes passed over a pretty albeit plain river nymph with periwinkle blue skin.
No.
A muse whose features were almost pulled to a point. Her sage hair cascading down a rail thin torso.
No.
"Who are you looking for?" Eros glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the wisp of a woman.
"Nobody…" Hades muttered, turning and focusing his attention back on the other God.
He was appreciative of the propinquity he felt from the other man, not only in that moment but over the last few months of being with Persephone. He had always distanced himself from creating bonds, which was fairly easy from his less than favorable reputation.
He felt their friendship was on par with him and Hecate.
His mind halted as he took in the features of the man before him.
His coral eyes were almond shaped, with a positive canthal tilt. This made his gaze piercing, feminine and almost hypnotic. Paired with his strong jaw and the accent of his beauty mark-
Hades gulped down the rest of his drink hard and cleared his throat with a deliberate cough.
Eros knew he was desirable, and nearly irresistible to every being in Olympus and the mortal realm alike. He was the perfect mix of Ares' raw power and Aphrodite's ethereal beauty. He had also somehow managed to not inherit both of their fiery tempers.
Hades smirked down into his drink, thankful for the energetic, though collected aura of the other man.
"I'll grab us another." Eros shot to his feet and scooped up the plain glass with a playful wink.
The azure God tore his eyes away from the deliberate sway of the Gods hips as he sauntered away.
"What has come over you, old man..?" He whispered under his breath, combing a hand through his sleek tresses.
A Goddess with a confident stride and merigold skin caught his attention. Her eyes were a golden hue, heavily lidded and made up with a smokey amber.
She flipped her copper hair and he was reminded of his brief courtship with Hestia.
No, this Goddess was far too slender. Hestia was built on curves that nearly rivaled his soon to be wife.
A dusting of blush colored his nose as his imagination wandered, curious as to what the Goddess of the Hearth was hiding under her modest tunics.
"Hestia? Interesting…" Eros chuckled as he sat back and passed over the second round of drink.
Hades ducked into his drink, ears burning slightly. "Not the -most- interesting of the Pantheon to lust after, though I do think her and Athena are quite ravishing together. Don't you agree?"
Hades felt his stomach flip at the conflicting images of the two Goddess' intertwined.
"N-no... No! What did you put in this drink?" He glared down at the glass and then back up at the shit eating grin smeared across the Eros' full lips.
"Oh, Nothing, BBD! Relax! Tonight is about you getting to fulfill your desires as a free man before the shackles of matrimony chain you to a life of sexless misery!"
"We both know -that- isn't going to happen." Hades smirked and drank deeply. It took a moment for him to notice the sugar coated flower in the bottom of his glass.
It was a golden narcissus, glittering as if cut from crystal.
'Is she here?' He glanced around, gaze hopping from one pink skinned God and nymph to the next before coming back to Eros.
"Disappointed?" He quirked his head playfully, his grin lopsided.
"No… no. I just thought-" He trailed off, dropping the flower back into his drink.
"I've been to -alot- of bachelor parties and I've never met a man who wanted to be with his wife more than you do right now."
"I don't need all this." He waved vaguely into the crowd.
One hand gesturing towards Poseidon who was taking body shots off the nude river nymphs circling in a cerulean blue shell tub.
The other towards Zeus, who was heavily petting the copper haired goddess who Hades was almost sure was actually his wife in disguise.
"I don't need a last night of freedom. I'm already free. Kore fulfills all of my desires."
Eros sat back thoughtfully before clicking his tongue and taking a sip.
"All of them?"
Hades felt a warmth emanating off the God of Love as his mind reeled with visions of Magenta and Azure.
Then a flash of soft pink curves slick with sweat against the lithe frame of Psyche.
It transformed to plum colored skin slapping against hard magenta. Similar to Kore, but masculine and angular.
Hades flushed as his eyes traced the lines of Eros' strong fingers.
Firm, rose tinted digits grappling at the scarred and corded back of Hades sapphire skin. With each measured pump, the magenta man clenched around him.
"Are you using your power on me?" Hades asked with a wavering clear of his throat.
"Seph asked me to help unlock any hidden desires you might have…"
"Shouldn't I have a say in this?"
"Oh, of course. But I'm not showing you anything you don't already know about."
"And now you know…"
"Honey, I've always known."
"It doesn't mean I don't love and want to marry Kore."
"Nobody says it does." Eros took a sip and studied the freckles that shown through Hades' flustered blush. "You are allowed to have desires outside of your relationship. The issue is what you do with them, and if consent is present."
Hades considered this while draining his drink. The cool flower coated his lip in a sugary syrup.
"Take her desires towards Psyche for example. If you both agreed that she was allowed to explore-"
"OH!" -cough- "Oh, she's allowed! She can do a-a-anything she wants with-" His voice was high and vibrational. He swallowed back his nervous excitement. Eros simply chuckled and shook his head.
"But…"
"But… I want to be there."
"Communicate and explore. It's that easy!"
Hades glanced over at his brother who was now boring the copper haired goddess with his stories of triumph. He witnessed a flash of blue across her golden eyes and he knew instantly that it was Hera. She was biding her time.
"I wish they could figure that out…" He mumbled back at Eros as he tore his eyes away from the couple.
"We can't unpack all their problems in one evening. Besides… tonight is for you." Eros got to his feet and gestured for Hades to follow.
"I've got something better to show you."
Hades followed Eros across the club and past a set of heavy midnight colored velvet curtains.
He felt a nervous chuckle dance off his tongue. "You going to dance for me Έρως?"
The God of love whipped around, his wings fanning out for only a moment before sinking out of sight with a shimmer.
"Do you want me to dance for you?" Eros' voice had dropped to a low husk. He pushed Hades firmly on the chest causing the man to spill back onto a handsome velvet bench. Eros stalked forward, resting his knee in between the reluctant Kings parted thighs.
He leaned in so they were nearly nose to nose and chest to chest.
Eros slid his soft cheek against the hollow of Hades own until his hot breath tickled the cavern of his ear. "We'll get into this later, BBD. Someone else is here, and very excited to see you."
Eros pulled back, unobstructing his vision from the curtained entrance. He took a seat next to Hades as they both watched the entryway fabric swing open.
Persephone stepped in and Hades let out a very audible groan.
The tiny pink Goddess was wearing a sheer black robe similar to one she wore in his bachelor party dream, though underneath she wore a layered collection of intricate lingerie.
Her full lips were pulled into a shy smile. A blush ran across the bridge of her nose and up the apples of her cheeks.
Hades saw Eros wiggle and silently clapped excitedly out of the corner of his eye.
"Kore…" Hades whispered, reaching out to welcome her into his arms.
"Tsk… no touching the dancers, Sir." She giggled and waved him away.
'I-is she going to dance for me?' Hades dropped his arms and felt the ichor rush to his sinuses. If she was, he was at risk for a nosebleed.
"Y-yes ma'am…" He stammered and sat back stiffly.
"Would you like Eros to step out?" Persephone asked, shrugging the robe off her shoulders. It pooled around her high-heeled feet.
Hades glanced over and felt a rush of arousal at the thought of Eros watching them together.
"E-Eros can s-stay."
"Good." Persephone whispered with a smirk as two slender purple arms appeared behind her and wrapped around her lace clothed midriff.
"Psyche is also here to celebrate… Is that okay, Aidoneus?" As she posed this question the hands slid up her body, curved under her breasts before resting on the silver clasp holding the sheer and lace slip together.
"Y-yes. God's yes!" He adjusted in his seat and looked up just in time to see Psyche appear fully from behind Persephone, her fingers dropping the slip to the floor.
Hades drank in his wife to be, starting from the floor. She stepped out of the pile of lace, and kicked the clothing aside with a sleek and glittering black heel.
Her legs were encased to the thigh with thin black stockings. They pinched tight at the top of her thigh creating a bump. Hades could have dropped to his knees in worship over the ample thickness of her perfect legs.
Holding the stockings in place was a sleek black garter, laid atop frilly panties.
Her midriff was bare though her skin glistening as if set with a collection of microscopic crystals.
Her perfect breasts were held high by a tight black bra with intricate beading along the bottom hem. The straps were already slipping down her narrow shoulders.
Wrapped around her neck was a thin, unlocked zirconium collar.
Psyche stepped to the side. She was wearing a similar ensemble but her stockings were white and everything was laced and lined in gold. It was striking against her dark violet skin.
Hades saw that instead of a collar around her neck, she wore a thin golden chain that held a small black key.
"This is for you, your majesty." Her voice was thick and sweet like a dollop of honey. She unclasped the chain and passed it to the King.
Hades quickly tossed the chain over his head. The cool metal rested over his clamoring heart.
Persephone turned back to her and ran visibly shaking hands up the svelte stomach of the other woman.
Hades could tell she was overflowing with excitement and nerves. He watched her eyes carefully, waiting for the Queen to show.
Psyche gave a little coo as Persephone slowly explored the clothed curves of her body. The two women seemed to fall into each other. A shuttering click and the white slip accompanied the others on the floor.
Persephone held the point of Psyches chin between her fingers and brought her down for a playful ghost of a kiss. The hot breath of each other was all they felt.
She turned back to Hades and marched up. As she climbed atop his lap she felt his palms run up the length of her thighs.
"Second warning." She slapped his hand jokingly and he dropped them to his sides.
She could see him white knuckling the plush bench they both sat on in an attempt to keep his hands to himself.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and began to sway seductively. Psyche stepped up behind her, her fingers ghosting over all the bare skin Hades was desperate to touch. His fingertips pulsed and he swore he would do anything.
"Relax my King… there will be plenty of time for everything you desire." She leaned in and gave his neck a quick nip. He hissed and felt his throat go dry as she pulled back. Psyche tossed Persephone's black top onto the floor, exposing her bare breasts.
She rose to her knees and pulled him down into her bare chest. He hurriedly seized her nipple with his teeth and pulled. She gyrated against him, hands working quickly to undo the clasps of her garter.
She stepped down and let it fall from her rocking hips. She kicked it to the side and swung her legs back over his lap, pushing hard against his aching bulge.
"Fuck…" Hades whispered, tucking his hands under his legs.
The pink Goddess giggled and sat back on her heels, pinching and pulling at each nipple firmly. A small moan escaped her and she spun around on his lap, backside pressing against his already hardened erection.
She leaned against his chest and pulled Psyche in for a heated kiss.
Hades could feel the passion from both of them. The room was sweltering. He wanted nothing more than to peel off his jacket, but he wasn't about to disrupt the show.
After their lips met Persephone fisted a smooth sheet of violet hair and pulled her in. Psyche climbed up, her long fingers cupping the pink curve of the goddesses face.
Hades bit back a groan as the pressure and weight of both women on his lap pushed against his throbbing length.
Mauve lips slid down the narrow column of Persephone's throat. The soon to be Queen welcomed every kiss and nip with a song of breathless sighs.
Hades glanced up at the ceiling and mouthed a silent. 'Thank you.'
"You're welcome." He felt the familiar heat against his ear. Eros had slid over next to him. He could feel the heat from their touching thighs through his slacked pants.
They glanced down, the women were consumed with each other. They had created a chain of pulling with desperate fingers and teeth. Persephone gripped Psyches lustrous hair and the faux nymph fought back with a seize of burgandy nipple through perfect white teeth.
"Ooo!" Persephone moaned, pushing herself if at all possible, closer to her groom. She could feel the raging pulse through his clothed lap and she reveled in it. Her hand slipped behind her, pawing at him until she gripped the swell of his cock.
"Hnnng." Hades couldn't hold back. His hand shot out from under his lap to hold her as he bucked up into her touch.
"SIR!" Persephone cried in mock outrage. Her smile held back an excitable chuckle. She snapped her fingers and vines of red ivy tied his wrists flush with the wall.
"I'm sorry, my Queen." He choked out.
"You are forgiven, my King." Psyche released her and took a step back as the Goddess spun back around to face her love.
"You must be so hot in all these clothes…"
"Y-yes."
"Eros, will you help him?"
Hades worried his lip and grinned sheepishly as his eyes met the God of Love.
"Of course, your majesty." Eros kneeled to the floor before Hades and began undoing the ties of his smart leather shoes.
Once they were removed and set aside the magenta God slid the jacket down restricted arms. The ivy released him, and the clothing joined the pile on the floor.
Hades' vision jumped between the handsome God working the buttons of his shirt with nimble fingers, and the scantily clad women kneeling on the floor together. Persephone pulled down the strap of Psyches top with her teeth, and the plum skinned woman discarded it quickly.
Hades clenched his fists absently as plump magenta lips cascaded a waterfall of kisses down the perk of Psyches breasts. As her tongue teased the sensitive wine colored bud, Hades felt himself seize a handful of Eros' fuchsia curls.
Eros hissed an, "Easy Blue…" -while Hades shrugged off his button up.
They both took pause as Eros gripped the leather of Hades belt. Coral eyes locked with scarlet, awaiting permission.
The King gave a single nod and tug of hair in approval. Eros felt the pulsing of a hard member against his forearm as he worked the leather quickly.
The unseen one glanced back at the women. Persephone was now on her back, her stocking clad feet resting against the tallers woman's chest.
Thin fingers rolled down the stockings on each leg before discarding them and tugging playfully at the last piece of cloth covering the Goddesses pleading sex.
"Please…" She moaned, pawing at the mortals teasing digits.
"Yes, my Queen." Psyche smirked back at the men before descending down bare pink thighs with a trail of light kisses.
Hades felt his jaw pop in anticipation as he leaned into the God still kneeling before him. He almost forgot what Eros was doing until he felt his cock spring free.
A high pitched whine shot from Hades throat as the discarded panties hit his chest. Psyche shot him a wink and buried her face between ample pink thighs.
The azure God scooped up the garment with one hand and tugged on Eros shirt with the other. The God of love scrambled back and pulled his shirt off from the back.
"Shit." Hades leaned forward and absently caressed his darkening midnight blue fingers down the hard muscle of Eros bare abdomen.
Persephone squealed and bucked up into the eager mouth of her partner. Her legs wrapped around her slender neck, pulling the mortal in closer.
Pleading and lust lidded cerise eyes locked with scarlet and Hades felt his entire nervous system erupt with fire.
Psyche pulled back for a moment to pop two fingers in her mouth. Once thoroughly wet she circled the younger woman's entrance before pushing past the tight ring.
For their wedding Persephone had done away with her wild hair. Her swollen sex was slick and smooth. Psyche thumbed her visible and swollen clit quickly. The blossoming bud pulsed with each pass.
As Persephone threw her head back and cried out, Hades found himself thrusting harshly into his clenched fist. He grappled shamelessly at Eros with the other.
He pushed up and rose to his feet to approach the women at play. After two solid steps, ivy shot out from the far wall and bound him back.
Eros followed, stepping out of his own remaining clothes. The King noticed the Gods' proud member and felt a predatory growl let loose in his throat. He struggled against the bonds weakly, whining and whimpering as his own cock bounced against his abdomen, weeping in neglect.
"S-sugar snAAA…" Hades felt the fog of his arousal thicken at the high pitch of Persephone's cries. Psyche now had her on all fours, backside in the air, face resting against the floor in a plush tangle of her own outgrown hair.
He felt vaguely aware of the scarce shower of petals materializing from above them.
Hades panted as he watched Psyches' devilish tongue disappear between thick magenta cheeks. Her slender fingers thrust in and curled down in smooth strokes.
Eros dropped to his knees before the King, his wide hands palming his own straining erection.
The scent of Persephones' impending orgasm rolled in. The sweltering room was overpowered by the crisp scent of morning mountain rain as the Queen erupted.
"What is your desire?" Hades tore his gaze away from his Queen's bliss to focus on the waiting God.
"Ξέρεις τι θέλω. Ερως." (You know what I desire, Eros.)
The God wasted no time in sliding manicured fingers up tempered thighs before gripping the base of the others weeping cock and swallowing around him.
Hades let out a strangled moan as his hips thrust further into the unfamiliar mouth.
He felt a vibration from the back of eros' throat as he welcomed him. He pushed until a bold pink nose was buried in his thatch of white curls. A heat rose in his chest as a firm pressure swept up the underside of his cock. Volts surged out through his fingertips as Eros pulled back with an audible suck.
"Perfection." He purred, vision passing from the God of Love to their lovers. He bucked hips and shivered as Eros gagged.
Psyche had pulled something out from a nearby silk bag and was harnessing it to her narrow hips. She rose to her knees and lined up the strapped on length to the Goddess of springs wanting backside.
Hades felt the heat build behind his eyes. The waves of arousal crashed over the barrier of social graces and professionalism, flooding him.
"Psyche." The faux nymph looked up, concern flashing across her golden eyes.
"Be rough with her."
She nodded, and gripped the curve of her hips, thrusting in. Persephone sank further into the floor and groaned. Psyche snatched a knot of her hair and pulled her back up. Hades couldn't make out what the plum skinned woman whispered in her ear but the sound the Goddess made gave him some idea.
"I want you to fuck me." He looked down at Eros, who quirked his brow and continued his illustrations before halting with a tight 'pop.'
"Really? I thought I would be on the receiving end…"
Hades groaned at the thought of Eros' tight heat wrapped around his cock.
"Kore?" He choked out hoarsely. Psyche had removed one of her stockings and it was now firmly tied around the Goddesses throat.
She coughed and groaned, taking a moment to come out of the fog.
"I want Eros to fuck you." She bit back a moan with her knuckle and sucked in a shuttering gasp. Her eyes flashed momentarily. "While you fuck me."
She reached back and gripped Psyche's hand. "And I taste this beautiful woman."
Psyche nipped at her shoulder and pulled out swiftly, standing. Persephone scrambled around and caught herself with the phallus. She gripped the base and ran her tongue along the underside of the shaft, tasting her own release.
A resounding groan rang out from where Eros and Hades were gathered.
The Goddess hopped to her feet and pulled the taller woman in for another easy kiss. The taste and scent of her own arousal fueling her excitement.
Psyche unfastened the toy and let it fall to her ankles, accompanied by her garter and white lace panties.
Eros turned back to Hades, resuming his administrations with a hum in his throat.
"Fuck." Hades felt the coil spring in his loins and he snapped the bonds restraining him. He clutched a handful of fuchsia curls and slammed into the back of the cavern until he felt his release burst out and splash down the greedy throat and tongue of the God of love.