A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the delay. I had a guest in town and I got swept up by life. I swear lore olympus is one of the only things helping me not get completely swallowed up by depression. ?
PLEASE READ: The first half of this chapter continues on with themes of group sex and fluid sexuality. You have been warned.
Eros rolled the bliss over his tongue, savoring it. Hades tasted brisk like steel but with a sweet shock of honey.
He beckoned his plum skinned lover over with a flick of two fingers. The God of Love pulled her into a kiss as she knelt down, passing the nectar from his tongue to hers.
Hades slumped back on the bench behind him, joined immediately by the sultriness of his bride. The pink Goddess pawed affectionately at the sheen of diamond dust that adorned his chest.
Perfectly carved fingers grazed up the tight cords of her back, charming out an eruption of goosebumps. The couple took in the mauve and magenta lovers intertwining on the luxurious, plush and pillow littered corner.
Hades mused to himself that the God of Love had a similar build to his father, Ares. The winged man was muscled but softer. His plush skin looked impossibly supple. Expanses of pink were decorated with a strewn handful of beauty marks. An adorable heart shaped mole adorned the firm curve of his backside.
Scarlet eyes were drawn down to the throbbing, ruby tipped member of the other man. It bounced against the curve of his abdomen with each roll of arousal.
Eros didn't carry the same length as the King but his cock was thick and torrid. Psyche caught the breadth in her lithe fingers, giving him an easy stroke.
The King felt his body react. Persephone tensing against his thigh confirmed that she felt it as well. His spent cock swelled with each electrifying heartbeat.
Persephone climbed into her groom's lap sending a volt of lust through him as her backside slid against his erection.
He tore his eyes away from the couple and focused on his bride. Her chaotic tresses were wrapped up in a messy bun atop her head. Silky strands framed her flushed face, and cascaded down the column of her bare back. Her pupil blown, rose tinctured eyes were dark and heavily lidded.
His primal self could sense how hard Persephone fought to hold the Queen back.
He fell back into his body with a glide of soft fingers traveling up the underside of his newly hardened member. He groaned and bucked into her hand, feeling a new desire rise the surface with a wave of Eros' power.
"I want…" He trailed off, fighting through his own internal judgement and fear. He'd never done -that- before, and performing such an act on the 'God of love' was terrifying but his lips were itching to wrap around that magenta girth.
"Whatever you desire, is yours, your majesty." Eros broke away from Psyche for a moment to call to the King. He caught the older man's eye with a wink.
The curious thing that set his power apart from Aphrodite was daring. Not only did his power bring out hidden desires, but the courage to explore them.
Hades motioned forward greedily but felt himself held back by a small pink hand.
He felt the Goddess' lush lips press firmly to the sharp of his jaw. Her words were barely above a whisper, "I better not lose you to the God of Love."
She leaned into his gentle caress, mewling. "Never, my Queen." He pulled her into a passionate, purposeful kiss. He seized her lip with a sharp tug before releasing her.
The King rose to his feet and approached the couple. The mortal took a slow motion back but didn't move away.
Eros hoped to his feet, coral eyes searching scarlet imploringly.
"I've never…" The God of the Underworld gripped the member and fell to his knees, giving him a sensual twist.
"Psyche will show you." Eros reached out to his love and swept her in. She knelt over beside the King with a giggle. She gripped her lovers quivering length past azure fingers without a moment's hesitation.
Persephone settled back onto the bench, watching curiously, hungrily.
She took a deep breath as the Queen thrashed. She had never seen the King in such a vulnerable position with another person before.
Violet fingers complimented pink beautifully as she squeezed. Her tongue joined, and she brought her stroke up, both traveling the length of his cock. Eros let out a shutter and clutched at the woman's silky hair.
She took in his length and swallowed around him. Her tongue flicked over the weeping slit as she pulled back, offering for the king to taste.
Sapphire digits slid over the scalding skin and Eros let out a low grown. He fisted the mused opalite white hair, begging the King to continue.
Hades felt the remaining hesitation leave him as his tongue devoured the salted and silken skin. He confidently traced the quivering nerve on the underside, tasting the bead of precum on the tip. He swirled his tongue around the head just as Persephone had done to him countless times.
He focused on the bundle of lust knotted under the bulb. His tongue felt an erratic pulse with each sure movement.
Psyche watched him for a moment before leaning in and focusing her attention on the standing man's tightly pulled sac.
The kneeling pair felt a flutter of wind surround them as the younger man released his wings with a stretch.
A brush of feather swept up the notches of his spine and awoke a foreign and excitable greed inside the King. He plunged his mouth onto the member, stopping just before the pressure gagged him.
The God of Love tasted like a strawberry dipped in the sweetest cream.
Hades pulled back as Psyche traveled up the base, their lips ghosting over each other. The King glanced up and received a nod of approval from the man he serviced. He glanced back at Persephone who was clutching the seat. It took a moment before she also gave her blessing.
He moved to the side and worked the shaft with his tongue, offering for Psyche to continue. The faux nymph caught on and followed suit. He could feel her hot breath against his cheek as their tongues moved greedily over the member and each other.
The Goddess of spring felt a stirring in her chest. There was jealousy, but her want to have Hades all to herself was overruled by the desperate ache to join.
She couldn't wait for the King to be above her. In her. His thrusts fueled by the sharp rock of hips against his own backside. Her lips pulled in a grin as she rose to her feet and sauntered over.
She placed one hand on the shoulder of Hades, and the other on the curved back of Psyche, prompting them to cease.
"Eros, lay back." She commanded with a purr. The God of Love folded in his wings and did as the Queen ordered.
The moment his back touched the plush, petal covered floor both Psyche and Hades crawled towards him.
-CRASH-
Everyone stopped, surveying the noise before the booming voice of Zeus rang out in the main hall of the club.
"H-Hera! Bunny! This is a bachelor party! It's tradition!"
-SMASH-
"Don't you Bunny me! You are here fucking -other- women!"
-SLAP-
"It's not cheating if the other women turn out to be YOU in disguise!" They heard Zeus roar just beyond the curtain.
Persephone retreated back to the bench, feeling the fog of arousal clear. The room was suddenly very cold.
Hades and Psyche remained kneeling, while Eros craned his neck to better hear the commotion.
"Hades isn't even here, Zeus. He's probably home with Persephone. He's not out here messing with other people!"
Eros let out a snort of laughter. Psyche squeezed his thigh with a little giggle. Hades turned to meet Persephone's eye, silently begging her to come closer.
The Goddess got to her feet and crossed to her King. As she wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders he was enveloped by an incredible warmth.
They all flinched as the door slammed with a thunderous quake.
Zeus was gone.
Everyone jumped as the velvet curtain was ripped back and an emerald figure stepped in.
"Poseidon!?" Hades proclaimed, using his body to block Persephone from his brother's vision.
"All right, bro! Tag me in!"
Hermes: I think the party is wrapping up. Would you like me to stop by? ;)
The crimson messenger looked up from his phone long enough to see a livid Ares escorting an equally furious and humiliated golden skinned goddess out of the building.
He sighed. Zeus and Hera kill a party, once again.
-BUZZ-
Hermes tapped his screen and saw a message from the purple scaled fury.
Meg: Yes please! Can you come through my window? I'm on the third floor to the east.
Hermes: Anything I should bring?
Meg: Whatever you need…
The photo attached to her message was a shot of her clad in barely there shorts and a lifted cropped shirt that exposed her breasts. Her dark wide eyes and full lips were in a coy pout.
"Shit." He hissed, feeling his body react, and cursing the loose shorts he wore.
Demeter was pulled out of a dream by a curious titillation.
Her eyes adjusted to the dark room as she glanced in the direction of her window. The blanket of night had yet to be lifted. She guessed there were a few hours left before sunrise.
She shut her eyes, desperate to recall the memory. She felt her fingertips tingle and thighs flush as the scene re-materialized.
'The fertility Goddess toed the steaming water of the hot spring before shrugging out of her mortal realm attire.
"You coming?" She glanced behind her, lips split in a dazzling grin.
The dark orchid skinned God nodded sheepishly, stumbling out of his own clothes.
The afternoon air was crisp and the springs abandoned. Demeter stepped in, welcoming the incredible warmth.
As soon as she was submerged at the waist, strong arms encircled her, pulling her back against a broad and bare chest.
"Mmmm… I missed you." She turned in his embrace. His lips were on her, making up for every lost opportunity.
"Why didn't we run away sooner?" She chuckled, allowing his mouth to consume her. The question left unanswered.
Her back hit one of the large stones that created a wall on the far side of the pool as they devoured one other.
"Ooh…" The God released a husky growl when her legs wrapped around his waist, bumping purposefully into his wanting erection.
"Don't tease me, Deme." He buried his face in the crook of her neck, rocking his hips against her sex with help from the towering stone.
"Who's teasing?" She laughed, rolling her hips up and earning a tempered groan.
His hand disappeared beneath the water, adjusting. The Goddess tightened her hold on his torso with her ample thighs, feeling herself sink down on his impressive length.
"Zeus…" She whimpered, fingers clutching at his back haphazardly. His girth stretched her and sent stars behind her eyes.
She felt the rough stone on her back as she bounced with each thrust.
Her appreciative mewls and moans reverberated off the slated rock.
The suction from the water brought an additional pressure with each rolling buck. A bubble of bliss coiled tight within both of them.
"Harder." She whimpered, her lips and fingertips pawing at him in desperation.
"Deme…"
"Zeus, please."
"Deme." His voice was deep and clear of the lust she'd expected. Her eyes snapped open, meeting the dark smoulder of the King.
"Marry me." The wall held her still as his hips kept an even pace. His hands cupped her cheeks, stroking the surprise from her features. "Be my Queen."'
The Barley Mother groaned. Her body was alight with something she hadn't allowed herself to feel for too long.
She missed him. Her body ached for that familiarity and passion.
She hiked up the thin sheet of her nightdress, allowing the chilled evening air to soothe her scorched skin.
A perfectly manicured hand disappeared between quivering thighs.
-SMASH-
The Goddess bolted upright, the arousal ebbed away the second her hand gripped the Scythe.
"Shit."
She knew that voice. The Goddess hurriedly lit a lantern beside her bed and started towards the window, weapon drawn.
Her blade was flush against the throat of the intruder as he was caught mid climb. Fragments of shattered clay littered the floor surrounding them. He must have kicked over the decorative pot when he swung his leg over the windowsill.
"What are you doing here, Zeus?"