Midnight Escapade
Previous On BTG: I made my way back to the first floor and entrance of the club, contemplating the complexities of desire and longing for Percy in the flickering lights of the club.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series or its Characters. This is for pure entertainment purposes only. My twist on what happens after The Last Olympian.
Author's notes: A bit of drama, suspense, sexual themes and tension. M/M/F (Sorry that the chapters have been a little late but with everything that's going on in the world. I was losing my drive and didn't know where to take my stories. But someone told me I was allowed to enjoy my life while advocating..)
Dionysus POV
Leaving Apollo to contend with his chaos at Hades' hideout, I returned to camp just in time for the evening meal preparations. Touching down in the strawberry fields, I paused to catch my breath before swiftly pivoting on my heel and making my way to the mess hall. Curious to see which cabin had the culinary reins tonight, I expected that the Hebe cabin's offspring would be orchestrating the kitchen affairs. With the recent expansion of cabins and the influx of newly claimed campers, the presence of Hebe's children in the cooking rotation was eagerly anticipated among the campers.
As I strode towards the mess hall, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the campgrounds. Passing by the area, I caught snippets of laughter and the twang of bowstrings as campers honed their skills under the watchful eye of Chiron. A group of satyrs grazed lazily near the edge of the north forest, their jovial chatter blending with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
"Hey, Mr. D!" exclaimed a passing new camper, waving enthusiastically as they jogged past me. "I heard Hebe's cabin is preparing a feast tonight. Are we in for some divine cuisine?"
I offered a half-hearted cocked eyebrow in response that looked like my intuition was right , my thoughts drifting back to the prospect of tonight's meal. A nearby bonfire from by the cabins emits an earthy aroma of burning wood, blending with the crisp late afternoon air. At the same time, its crackling and occasional pops create a serene symphony under the sky with a kaleidoscope of colors—soft pinks, fiery oranges, and vibrant purples blend seamlessly across the sky.
Approaching the mess hall, I could hear the clatter of pots and pans emanating from within, accompanied by the animated voices of campers working together to prepare the evening meal. As I pushed open the door, I was greeted by a flurry of activity.
"Ah, Mr.D! Perfect timing," exclaimed one of the older campers, a knowing grin spreading across their face. "We've got quite the feast planned for tonight."
I raised an eyebrow in mild amusement, casting a critical eye over the bustling scene before me. It seemed that the Hebe cabin's offspring had indeed taken charge, their youthful energy infusing the kitchen with a sense of excitement and anticipation.
"Well then," I replied with a wry smile, "let's see what culinary delights you've conjured up this time."
As I ventured deeper into the mess hall, the bustling activity and tantalizing aromas beckoned me forward. Suddenly, a voice rang out above the clamor, drawing my attention.
"Hey, Mr. D! Tonight's feast is gonna be a real treat," one of the campers exclaimed, a grin spreading across their face. "We're kickin' things off with a Mediterranean Mezze Platter, you know, olives, feta, hummus, the works."
My interest was piqued, and I listened intently to the camper as they continued to describe the menu. "Then, prepare for a creamy Butternut Squash Soup, roasted to perfection, just like you'd love. Our salad's a Greek classic, but we've added some fresh figs and honey to jazz it up."
I couldn't help but smirk at their enthusiasm, following along as they detailed each dish. "Now, for the main event, it's gotta be roast lamb, juicy and tender, with a side of rosemary potatoes."
My mouth watered at the thought, but before I could respond, they concluded with a flourish, "And finally, we're topping it all off with your favorite, Honey Baklava, sweet and sticky, just like the good old times. What do you say, would you like to sample?" the camper eagerly asked, their eyes shining with anticipation.
I chuckled softly, unable to resist the temptation. "Sure," I replied, reaching out to taste the Mediterranean Mezze Platter. The combination of flavors exploded on my tongue, each bite a delightful medley of savory and tangy notes.
"It's good," I declared with genuine surprise, prompting cheers from the surrounding campers. "Keep it and one day it could be great," offering a nod of approval to the assembled campers.
As I savored the last bite, a sense of warmth and gratitude energy coming from the campers washed over me. "Truly," I remarked, offering a small smirk to the campers who had crafted such a meal.
With a contented sigh, I returned to my rooms to change and prepare for dinner, already looking forward to tonight's feast.
After my shower, I donned my evening staples—a silk lilac shirt embroidered with white vines and short black shorts—and ran my hands through my hair, letting out a weary sigh. Today was quite the tumult. Thankfully, Percy was out of immediate danger, stashed away with Hades, despite their checkered past. Reflecting on the day's events, it was clear that Hades, though unexpectedly thrust into the role of one Percy's keeper, had handled matters with an admirable level of prudence. Poseidon was no doubt monitoring every move, but I was confident Hades wouldn't risk any harm to Percy or stir up new troubles. However, Apollo's antics were another story; his immediate fascination with Percy and rather bold advances were troubling. His flippant demeanor might spell trouble ahead. Although Percy isn't one to be easily manipulated—he had already been duped by Apollo once and was not about to let it happen again.
Shaking my head as if to dispel the cobwebs of concern, I reminded myself not to get too worked up—things would unfold as they should. I could hear the distant hum of laughter and chatter from the mess hall. Smoothing my shirt, I stepped out the door. At dinner, sitting across from Chiron at the counselors' table, I was halfway through my meal when he asked, "So, Dionysus, how is Perseus?"
I paused, Diet Coke mid-sip, and played dumb. "Who?" I cocked up an eyebrow, then dabbed at my lips with a napkin.
"Son of Poseidon," Chiron clarified, sipping from his goblet.
"Oh, Peter? He's fine. Hades whisked him off to the underworld for a dinner visit," I replied nonchalantly as I continued on my lamb. Chiron appeared momentarily startled. "Lord Hades has Percy as a dinner guest?"
"Indeed, a bit of a surprise, yet not entirely out of the blue given the circumstances," I mused, savoring a bite of rosemary-infused potato. Chiron, intrigued, prodded further as he enjoyed his butternut squash soup. "How so?"
"My Father is always on edge these days, perpetually paranoid about threats to his throne," I explained, finishing off my lamb. Chiron nodded in agreement. "With all the recent upheavals..."
"It's likely Hades sees this as an opportunity to smooth things over, or perhaps even leverage it to gain Poseidon's aid in pacifying my father," I speculated.
"Or maybe it's the groundwork for a future alliance? Few know that Percy is Poseidon's favorite son," Chiron added. I nodded thoughtfully. "Possible. Hades might call in a favor from Poseidon later." I figured as much earlier this evening.
"What could the Lord of the Dead possibly want, one wonders?" Chiron mumbled, as my thoughts started drifting as the meal continued.
After a satisfying meal, I decided to relax by the fire in my chambers for the evening. I was drifting off when a familiar chime from my bird bath interrupted my reverie—it was an iris message. "Dionysus," my wife's voice echoed through the room. I rose and approached the birdbath.
"Ariadne, you called?" I gazed into the shimmering light above the birdbath.
"Yes, I was thinking we could escape for the night," she suggested, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. Her long brown hair was down, cascading over her bare shoulders. The mist made it difficult to discern her outfit, but she appeared ready for an outing.
"Escape with you? Anytime, my love. But I wouldn't want to intrude on your plans for the evening," I replied, smiling at her. "Nonsense. Plus it would do you some good, you are allowed to and enjoy yourself now then" She gave me a meaningful look.
"I do indulge myself from time to time, Ari," I chuckled, understanding her meaning. But I allowed myself to break down once over my son, and I continue to grieve for him in my own way.
"By being harsh to every demigod who crosses your path?" she remarked, her tone thoughtful. "I know you harbor a dislike for demigods, but you also care about the campers. You can't keep taking your anger out on them."
"I'm not being as terrible as you make it out to be. I could be far worse," I countered, a hint of defensiveness in my voice. This conversation was a familiar one, and it always left me sulking in my room afterward.
"Yes, my love, and that's what I'm trying to prevent," she said softly, her concern evident. "So, will you join me for a stroll, my dear?" Her invitation was gentle, coaxing me to set aside my frustrations and join her.
"I am not allowed to leave camp half-blood unless it concerns Percy" I interjected though she must have known this new leeway I wouldn't dare test. She smiled "It does in way concern him". I raised an eyebrow though she didn't say anything more on the matter.
"Well then of course, my dear. I'll be there shortly. Shall I attire myself for a little adventure?" I inquired, a smile dancing on my lips. Ariadne always tried to be my guiding light in my dark times and I haven't been to a good party in years.
"Come as you are. Your allure is natural, my love," she purred in response. Ariadne seemed to be in a playful mood this evening, and I was certainly intrigued by what she had planned. With a nod, we ended the call, and I decided to change into black slacks for the evening before teleporting to our home on Olympus.
Everything was as it had been the last time I was home. I found myself in the living room, with its cove ceiling, white walls covered by vines, and accents of purples and blues. Dianthus, grapes, and peonies adorned the room, interspersed with column candles casting a soft glow. My Ariadne wasn't just the goddess of labyrinths but a bit of a weaver; she made most of the pieces in our home. Though the living room furniture was different, instead of the leopard print couches and loveseats, they were replaced with white ones and leopard throw pillows. A leopard print rug was added though, Ariadne always thinking of me. I smiled and took a seat. The couch was lost in my musing of taking in what other differences I could notice when I felt arms drape around my neck.
"I'm rather fond of the new furnishings, Ari," I remarked, nuzzling her cheek before she leaned back to kiss me.
"I'm pleased you approve. I wanted to infuse the house with a bit more light and made a few other alterations as well," she said, smiling as she straightened up to her full height. I stood and circled the couch to greet her properly. Ariadne was wearing a pleated lavender satin dress with a thigh-high split , hanging off her shoulders was an evening shawl.
"And where might our destination be this evening, my dear?" I pondered, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face in her hair.
"I thought we might explore a new establishment," she murmured into my chest, lazily trailing her nails down my back. I tightened my embrace before releasing her.
"Lead the way," I said, stepping back and following Ariadne out of the manor.
As we strolled toward the center of Olympus, where a few new establishments had popped up, I couldn't help but notice the changes. Since the second Olympian war, a few minor gods and goddesses had begun to open more shops and businesses on Olympus compared to the human realm. The bustling energy of these new enterprises added a vibrant touch to the divine landscape, reflecting the ever-evolving nature of our realm. The nightlife on Olympus was always a sight to behold, with its myriad of clubs, bars, and lounges catering to the divine. As Ariadne and I made our way through the bustling streets, the sounds of music and laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of excitement and revelry. Ariadne led the way with a confident stride, her familiarity with the nightlife evident in the way she navigated the bustling streets. I, on the other hand, was less acquainted with the scene, my usual haunts these days being more of the camp variety. Nevertheless, I was eager to experience something new, especially with Ariadne by my side.
As we approached a particularly exclusive-looking club, the sign above read Pandora's Box, Ariadne turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I thought we might try something different tonight," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her suggestion. "Oh? And what did you have in mind, my love?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. Ariadne leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered her idea. "A bit of a scene and bit of a discovery tonight" She purred in my ear. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I realized what she had in store. It seemed my wife had a few surprises up her sleeve tonight.
As we entered the club, a wave of sensuality washed over me, enveloping my senses in a tantalizing blend of opulence and eroticism. The interior was a captivating sight, bathed in soft, ambient lighting that cast a warm, inviting glow over the room, creating an atmosphere that was undeniably seductive. Adorning the black walls were rich paintings depicting scenes of passion and desire, adding to the club's allure. Plush red velvet curtains framed the alcoves, offering intimate spaces for private encounters. The air was thick with the heady scent of incense and exotic spices, further heightening the club's intoxicating atmosphere.
At the heart of the club was a large, circular dance floor, illuminated from below by soft, pulsating lights that danced in time with the music. Comfortable seating arrangements lined the edges of the dance floor, inviting patrons to relax and indulge in the sights and sounds of the club. Secluded alcoves lined the walls, each furnished with sumptuous black, white couches and red cushions, where couples and groups of patrons engaged in more intimate activities, their laughter and murmurs blending with the music. The bar was a masterpiece in itself, crafted from polished black mahogany and adorned with intricate carvings. Bottles of fine wine, spirits, and liqueurs lined the shelves, their labels glistening in the soft light. Bartenders moved with graceful precision behind the bar, expertly mixing drinks and serving patrons with a flair that added to the club's allure.
As Ariadne and I navigated through the club, we were met with a mix of familiar faces and new acquaintances, all of whom seemed to be under the club's enchanting spell. Laughter and murmurs filled the air, melding with the seductive rhythms of the music, creating an atmosphere that was both thrilling and enticing. Ariadne guided me to a secluded booth that offered a sweeping view of the club, ensuring our privacy while allowing us to observe the lively scene. The seats were black, curved, tufted suede with high backs, adorned with red throw pillows. The table was a massive block of smoky glass, with two glasses and a swan-shaped decanter sitting on top. We settled into our seats, taking in the sights before us.
"So, Ariadne, who or what is involved here when it comes to Percy?" I inquired, turning to her and locking eyes in the dim light.
She smirked. "I've done a bit of investigating on Percy's situation, my dear," Ariadne said, nestling into my side and tracing her fingers down my stomach. "While I don't know the exact spell that was cast on Percy, I've read and heard of similar ones that deal with sex, desire, and mating. There are only a few gods that would or could do them."
"A few dozen" I chuckled , shaking my head "So, I am questioning some god and goddess here?" I questioned.
"Questioning isn't quite the term, though we could certainly make it enjoyable as we seek answers," she grinned, her hand teasingly gripping me through my pants.
Chuckling, I covered her hand with mine. "So, what kind of scenario are you interested in tonight? One that could offer such answers?" She smirked. "Tonight, my love, it's all about you. I want to see you bring someone to their knees, to witness their surrender beneath you. It's been a while since we've indulged in such pleasures."
Her words ignited a spark of excitement within me, sending a thrill down my spine. It had been too long since we had indulged in this aspect of our desires, and the thought of diving back in was invigorating.
"Indeed, my dear," I replied with a grin, feeling the anticipation rise. "Shall we seek out a willing participant and start our investigation?"
Ariadne's eyes sparkled as she scanned the club, her gaze lingering on a figure across the room. She nodded subtly in their direction, and I followed her gaze, my curiosity object of her attention was Hedylogos. Hedylogos one of the seven Erotes, Erotes are associated with love and sex. Hedylogos is a Primordial god of sweet talk and flattery. Hedylogos leaned casually against the bar in the club, his presence immediately captivating. He's wearing a gold chain halter backless cami paired with black leather shorts that accentuate his plump rear and slender frame. Gold laurel leaf armbands adorn his arms, while his wings, tightly tucked against his back, enhance his ethereal allure.
The soft glow of the club's lights highlighted Hedylogos's striking features, revealing smooth, flawless light bronze skin and delicate, captivating facial features. His long curly black hair framed his face , high cheekbones, straight nose, and pouty lips, now curved into a playful smile, all added to his charismatic charm. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of honey brown, twinkled with mischief as he engaged in conversation with the bartender, who looked drunk on his attention.
Despite his alluring attire, there was an undeniable air of innocence about Hedylogos for a Primordial god, a youthful exuberance that seemed to radiate from him. His infectious smile lit up his face, inviting others to join in the fun. Hedylogos's presence was magnetic, and I found myself unable to look away from this captivating figure who embodied the spirit of the club.
"So, darling, are you going to lure him in and see what this little minx knows?" Ariadne quipped, amusement evident in her voice.
I nodded at her, rose from my seat, and made my way toward the bar, weaving through the dancing and entwined bodies in my path. As I approached, I was momentarily distracted by a scene playing out between a Mistress and her submissive. The submissive was suspended from the ceiling, her arms tied behind her back and her legs frog-tied, head thrown back a look of blissful surrender on her submissive's juices dripped onto the floor as the Mistress chuckled, taking her from behind, her hands running up her lover's hips and gripping them firmly as she had her way. I smirked things were definitely building up though it could be a little livelier. I continued my path to bar , I finally approached the bar and the bartender was of to sever another patron freeing up Hedylogos's attention. Hedylogos nursed the drink in front of him , I slid onto the bar stool next him letting my gaze find his.
"What is someone as lovely as yourself doing alone at the bar?" I asked nonchalantly, my gaze drinking in his visage. "Surely, someone with your captivating charm shouldn't be left unaccompanied."
"Aren't I supposed to be the god of sweet talk and flattery? Don't outdo me, Dionysus," he teased, a playful glint in his eye.
"I wouldn't dare, though I can't help myself in your presence," I smiled coyly. Leaning in a little closer to him, I added, "Would you allow me to accompany you?"
Hedylogos's eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned back slightly, giving me a once-over. "Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse?" I was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. The bartender, returned and still visibly entranced by Hedylogos, quickly set a diet coke in front of me without a word.
"So, what brings you to this corner of Olympus tonight?" I inquired, letting my gaze linger on his delicate features. He shrugged casually, a playful smile still dancing on his lips. "Just exploring the nightlife. It's always interesting to see who one might meet."
I chuckled softly. "Indeed. And have you found anyone intriguing so far?"
He tilted his head slightly, studying me with those mesmerizing honey-brown eyes. "Perhaps I have. Though I must admit, I didn't expect to encounter the god of wine, theater , and revelry himself. It certainly adds an interesting twist to the evening."
I raised my glass in a mock toast. "To unexpected encounters, then. May they lead to unforgettable nights."
Hedylogos clinked his glass against mine, his smile widening. "To unforgettable nights."
As we sipped our drinks, the club's ambiance seemed to wrap around us, a heady mix of sensuality and anticipation. The music thrummed softly in the background, mingling with the laughter and murmurs of other patrons. Hedylogos leaned in slightly, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, Dionysus, what exactly brings you here tonight? Surely, the god of revelry has many places to be."
I took a leisurely sip of my drink, letting the coldness of the diet coke spread through me. Thinking on how to reply without giving my true intentions away. "True, but tonight is special. My wife and I decided to explore the newer establishments and see what the night has in store for us."
Hedylogos arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Exploring with Ariadne, huh? Now that sounds like an adventure."
I nodded, a playful grin on my lips. "Always is with her. And she has a keen eye for interesting encounters." He leaned back, his expression thoughtful. "So, is she here with us now, watching from the shadows?"
"She is indeed," I replied, glancing back toward our secluded table where I could just make out Ariadne's silhouette. "She enjoys seeing how things unfold, especially when it involves...new experiences."
Hedylogos's eyes gleamed with understanding and mischief. "New experiences, you say? Well, I'm always up for something new and exciting." I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "And what kind of new experiences are you hoping for tonight, Hedylogos?"
He gave a slow, enigmatic smile. "I'm open to whatever the night brings. But I must admit, the idea of being in the company of both the god of revelry and his enchanting wife is quite appealing."
I grin mischievously, "Perhaps you could help me liven up this gathering; it's rather dull." Sipping my drink, I secretly hope to witness the extent of Hedylogos's spellcasting abilities. Maybe then I could tell if he helped with the casting on Percy or know someone that can or could.
"I may not cast spells to enhance revelry like you or desire like my siblings or even Euphrosyne but I can certainly persuade someone to act with a bit of charm," Hedylogos responds, downing the remainder of his drink in one swift motion. It looks like I need to do my reading on The Erotes and the others.
"Oh, that's quite alright. Let's see what fun we can get into together?" I say with a playful smirk , that's good to know but doesn't narrow down my search. Hedylogos smiled from behind his drink "I wouldn't dare miss out on fun with you, Dionysus."
With a nod, I finished my Diet Coke and stood up, motioning for Hedylogos to follow me. As we made our way toward the booth where Ariadne was lounging, her legs crossed and a glass of wine in hand, I could sense the growing anticipation. Hedylogos followed closely behind me, his curiosity evident in his eager steps. Ariadne looked up as we approached, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Well, well, who do we have here?" she purred, her eyes twinkling with playful interest as she took in Hedylogos's presence. Hedylogos returned her smile, his charm radiating effortlessly. "I couldn't resist the invitation. Dionysus here knows how to make an offer one can't refuse."
I slid into the booth beside Ariadne, leaving space for Hedylogos to join us. "Please, make yourself comfortable. The night is still young, and there's much to enjoy."
Ariadne poured him a drink from the swan-shaped wine decanter into the spare glass on the table, her movements elegant and inviting."So, Hedylogos, tell me what brings you out tonight?"
Hedylogos accepted the drink, taking a thoughtful sip before answering. "I suppose you could say I'm here for the same reason as everyone else - to escape the monotony of daily life and seek a bit of excitement."
I leaned back, my gaze fixed on him as Ariadne asked "And have you found that excitement yet?"
He smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I have a feeling the night is just getting started."Ariadne raised an eyebrow, her playful smile widening. "Well then, let's make sure it's a night to remember."
He glanced between Ariadne and me, his curiosity palpable."So, how do you two typically spend your evenings?" he asked, his eyes glinting with intrigue. Ariadne leaned in, her voice low and sultry. "I love exploring new experiences and indulging in the pleasures of the moment. Tonight, I dragged Dionysus along for the ride."
I nodded, "These days, I'm dealing with little demigods as my punishment from Zeus. So I don't get out much, but tonight, I couldn't resist, Ari."
Hedylogos nodded, "I heard something about that among a few circles. Wasn't it over a nymph, if I remember correctly?" He squinted as if trying to jog his memory.
I rolled my eyes, "Yes, a nymph who was very interested at a party I was hosting. Apparently, she was off-limits to everyone, according to Zeus, though the nymph in question didn't know that."
"And, it is part of the reason I dragged my dear husband out. I mean he should be allowed to have fun every now and again" Ari added and looked at Hedylogos with a subtle look.
Hedylogos sparkled with interest. "And what did you have in mind?"
I placed a hand gently on his shoulder, my touch firm but inviting. "We're open to suggestions. Anything that excites you, that makes your heart race—consider us game."
Ariadne's fingers lightly traced the rim of her glass, her gaze never leaving Hedylogos. "We're here to have an unforgettable night, Hedylogos. Tell us, what fantasies have you been harboring?"
He seemed to consider this for a moment, his gaze drifting over the dimly lit club, taking in the sights and sounds. "I've always been intrigued by the thrill of the unknown, the allure of letting go and surrendering to the moment."
I smiled, leaning closer to him. "And, So is Ariadne. Let tonight be about surrender and exploration. We'll guide you through an experience that leaves you breathless."
Ariadne nodded, her expression one of agreement and anticipation. "Exactly. Let's start with a dance," she suggested, sliding out of the booth and offering her hand to Hedylogos. He took her hand, a look of excitement crossing his face. "Lead the way."
As they moved toward the dance floor, I followed closely behind, my eyes fixed on the fluid grace of their movements. The music throbbed around us, a steady beat that seemed to pulse in time with the energy of the club. Ariadne and Hedylogos began to dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. I watched as they swayed together, their movements a seamless blend of passion and playfulness. The club's ambient lighting bathed them in a soft, seductive glow, highlighting them. Ariadne was getting a bit handsy with Hedylogos, though he didn't seem to mind. The little minx was grinding against my wife like he was desperate. Looking around, it wasn't just him; everyone around us was being influenced by Ariadne and me. I slid in behind Hedylogos while my dear wife pressed tightly against his front. "Hedylogos, how are you enjoying my dear Ariadne?" I whispered into his ear.
Hedylogos chuckled, his voice low and amused. "Your dear Ariadne is quite the charmer, I must say. A delightful companion for the evening." He glanced back at Ariadne, who winked playfully in return.
I smirked, feeling a surge of pride. "She does have a way of livening up a party. And you, my friend, seem to be enjoying her company a bit too much," I teased, gesturing to their close proximity.
Ariadne laughed, her voice husky. "Oh, don't be jealous, Dionysus. There's enough of me to go around for everyone," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
I leaned in closer, my breath warm against Hedylogos's ear. "Perhaps we should find a way to share," I suggested, my tone suggesting a hint of playful suggestion.
Hedylogos raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. "Share, you say? How do you propose we do that?"
I glanced around the room, noticing the curious glances and whispers that our little group was attracting. "I think a game might be in order," I said, loud enough for Ariadne and Hedylogos to hear over the music but soft enough to keep our conversation private.
"A game?" Ariadne's eyes sparkled with interest. "I love games. What did you have in mind, Dionysus?"
I leaned back slightly, a playful smile on my face. "How about a game of Kottabos? It's a classic, and it could be quite... revealing," I suggested, my gaze flicking between Ariadne and Hedylogos.
Ariadne's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Kottabos sounds perfect. Let's find a more private spot to play," she said, glancing around the club. I nodded in agreement and, with a subtle gesture, led the way toward one of the private alcoves tucked away in a quieter corner of the club. The alcove was draped in rich, velvety curtains, providing an intimate and secluded space away from the main room showcased two black plush couches facing each other in the center, with a dance pole positioned in the left corner. Against the back wall stood a king-sized bed adorned with black silk sheets, throws, and red and white pillows. Floating candles illuminated the alcove, while end tables and suspended racks held leather paddles, whips, and other toys. Once inside, I pulled the curtains closed, dimming the noise and lights from the club. Ariadne settled onto a plush couch, her legs elegantly crossed, while Hedylogos took a seat beside her, his curiosity piqued. I poured us each a cup of sparkling cider from a nearby decanter and handed them out before sitting down across from the two of them.
"Alright, shall we begin?" I asked, my eyes glinting with anticipation. Ariadne raised her glass in a mock toast. "Let's make this interesting. Hedylogos, since you're our guest, you can go first."
Hedylogos took a thoughtful sip of his drink, then grinned. "Alright," he said, his voice filled with confidence. I chuckled, already enjoying the game. "Alright then, Hedylogos. I challenge you to aim for Ariadne's cup," I said, the challenge clear in my tone. Hedylogos didn't hesitate. He turned to Ariadne, his eyes locking onto hers, and with a graceful flick of his wrist, sent a splash of cider towards her cup. Ariadne responded with equal enthusiasm, catching it with a playful tilt of her glass.
"Nice aim," Ariadne complimented, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "But let's make this more interesting. If you miss, you lose an item of clothing. If you don't, then the cup holder will remove something ."
Hedylogos smirked, clearly up for the challenge. "Fair enough," he agreed. "Your turn, Ariadne."
Ariadne took her shot, aiming at Hedylogos's cup. The cider splashed perfectly, and Hedylogos laughed and removed his shoes. "Impressive. But let's see if Dionysus can match that." I took a sip of my drink and aimed for Ariadne's cup. The cider missed, splashing on the table instead. "Looks like I'm going to lose an item of clothing," I said with a grin, taking off my shoes and setting them aside.
Ariadne's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Let's keep it going. Hedylogos, your turn again."
Hedylogos focused and aimed at my cup this time. The cider landed perfectly. "Got it!" he exclaimed, looking quite pleased with himself, while I was removing my socks.
"You're on a roll," I admitted, nodding in appreciation. "Ariadne, you're next."
Ariadne took her shot, aiming at my cup. The cider missed by a hair. "Looks like I'll be shedding a layer," she said with a playful pout, slipping off her shoes. I laughed. "Alright, my turn again." I aimed carefully and managed to hit Hedylogos's cup this time. "Finally!"
"Nice shot," Hedylogos acknowledged, taking off his left armband and setting it aside. "Ariadne, let's see what you've got."
Ariadne aimed at Hedylogos's cup, and the cider landed perfectly. "Got you again," she said, her voice full of triumph. Hedylogos chuckled and removed his socks. "You're really good at this."
Ariadne's gaze flicked to me. "Dionysus, are you ready?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. I leaned back, savoring the moment. "Absolutely," I replied, ready for whatever she had in mind. "Let's see if I can keep up." I aimed for Ariadne's cup and managed to land the shot perfectly.
Ariadne laughed. "Nice one, My Love." She removed her shawl and tossed it aside. "Hedylogos, your turn again."
Hedylogos took his shot, aiming for Ariadne's cup, and managed to hit it with precision. Ariadne grinned and removed her earrings, setting them aside with a playful flourish. "Your aim is improving," she teased, nudging him gently. With a grin, Hedylogos turned to me. "Your turn, Dionysus. Let's see if you can keep up." I focused, aiming for Ariadne's cup, and managed to hit it, causing a small splash of cider to land inside.
"Nice shot," Ariadne praised as she removed her hair piece , her eyes gleaming with amusement. "But let's up the stakes this round. If you miss, you have to answer a truth question from each of us."
I nodded, accepting the challenge. I took my shot, but this time the cider splashed wide, missing the cup. "Looks like I owe you both some truths," I said with a grin, preparing myself for the questions.
Ariadne leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Dear, wouldn't you love to see our Hedylogos on his knees?"
I chuckled, unsurprised by her bold question. "Yes, darling, and many other things," I replied, casting a heated look at Hedylogos. He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Tell me more about the things you love to see me do," he asked.
"I would love to see you unravel between Ari and me," I purred, stepping closer to them. "I want everyone to hear you cry out my name like a prayer."
Hedylogos looked breathless when he said "That could be arranged... Ariadne, your turn." I grinned like a Cheshire cat and took a seat from across from them.
Ariadne took her shot, successfully landing it in Hedylogos's cup. Hedylogos laughed, removing his right armband and setting it aside. "Well played," he acknowledged, turning to me. "Your turn, Dionysus. What would be the truth or challenge?"
I considered for a moment, then grinned. "Challenge."
Ariadne's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I challenge you to give Hedylogos a lap dance if you miss. But if you succeed, he must dance for you."
Hedylogos chuckled, leaning back with a playful smirk. "Well, this should be interesting." I took a deep breath, feeling the anticipation build in the room. "What's the task?"
Ariadne pointed to a small target on the far wall. "Hit that with the cork from here."
I picked up the cork, weighing it in my hand. "Alright, let's see what happens."
With a flick of my wrist, I aimed and threw the cork. It sailed through the air, hitting just below the target. Ariadne clapped her hands, laughing. "Looks like you'll be getting that lap dance after all, Hedylogos."
I stood up, moving closer to Hedylogos, who was grinning from ear to ear. "Ready for your performance?" he teased. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile. "You better enjoy this." I began to sway to the music, putting on a show that elicited laughter and cheers from Ariadne.
The game continued, Ariadne took her shot, aiming for my cup, and with a skillful flick of her wrist, she managed to hit it dead-on. I laughed, removing my shirt and setting them aside, feeling the heat of the moment building between us.
Hedylogos leaned back with a grin. "Impressive, Ariadne. Let's see if I can match that." He took aim at my cup, but the cider splashed wide, missing its mark. "Looks like I'm losing more clothing," he said, removing his top revealing more of his toned torso.
Ariadne leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Hedylogos, what's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done in public?"
Hedylogos chuckled sheepishly. "Well, there was this one time I tripped and fell flat on my face in the middle of a crowded marketplace," he confessed, his cheeks flushing slightly.
I grinned, enjoying the chance to learn more about our new friend. "Sounds like quite the spectacle," I remarked, pouring another round of drinks for our merry little group. The game showed no signs of slowing down. Ariadne took her shot at Hedylogos's cup, but missed by a narrow margin. She smiled mischievously and slipped out of her dress, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing , now sitting in nothing but heels and lingerie. "Alright, Dionysus, your turn," she said, her eyes challenging me.
I aimed carefully at Hedylogos's cup, the tension palpable. The cider splashed perfectly into the cup, and I grinned in triumph. Hedylogos laughed and removed his shorts, revealing a toned thighs. "Nice shot," he acknowledged. "Your turn, Ariadne."
Ariadne took aim at my cup, hitting it dead-on. I chuckled, "Looks like I'm out of clothing," I admitted with a grin taking off my pants. "Looks like we all are, my dear," Ariadne purred, scooting closer to Hedylogos and wrapping her arm around his waist.
"So, who won the game?" Hedylogos asked, rubbing up against Ariadne's side. My wife grinned widely. "Well, Dionysus, of course. He was the last person to remove an item of clothing," she replied.
I chuckled softly, feeling a warm rush of satisfaction at the mention of my name. "I must say, I do enjoy a good challenge," I remarked, my gaze lingering on Ariadne and Hedylogos, the air thick with anticipation and desire.
Ariadne's hand moved from Hedylogos's waist to his chest, her touch gentle yet possessive. "And you rose to the occasion admirably," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin.
Hedylogos's eyes sparkled with desire as he leaned closer to Ariadne, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Perhaps you'd like to have me in celebrating your victory," he suggested, a playful smirk playing on his lips.
Ariadne's laughter was like music to my ears as she nodded, her gaze flickering to me. "What do you say, Dionysus? Care to take your grand prize?" she asked, her expression inviting, her eyes shining with desire. I stood and took three steps until I was standing over them, "I would be delighted," I replied, my voice husky with desire. I reached out to grasp Hedylogos's hair roughly, pulling him up to stood and he gasped. "Before we begin," I asked, "do you have a safe word, Hedylogos?"
Hedylogos looked up at me, his eyes wide with anticipation. "My safe word is 'Grapes'," he replied, his voice tinged with excitement.
"Good," I murmured, my fingers trailing lightly down his chest. "Remember, if you ever feel uncomfortable or need to stop, just say the word."
Hedylogos nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "I understand," he said, his voice filled with lust.I turned to Ariadne as she stood up. "What is your safe word for tonight, Ari?" I asked.
She gazed up at me from beneath her lashes and replied, "Strawberry, my love."
Still gripping Hedylogos's hair, I leaned in and said, "Good. Let's begin." I started dragging him toward the bed, his legs as clumsy as a newborn doe. He struggled a bit before managing to keep up with my pace. When we reached the foot of the bed, I pushed him down onto his knees in front of it.
Using my other hand, I gripped his jaw, bringing his face level with my hardening cock before releasing him. "Hedy, remove my undergarments with your teeth," I commanded gruffly. "Let's see how useful you are with that mouth of yours."
Hedylogos's eyes widened for a moment, but then he nodded, understanding the command. He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin as he delicately took hold of the fabric with his teeth. I watched, my desire mounting, as he carefully tugged at my undergarments, his movements slow and deliberate.
Ariadne watched from the side, her eyes dark with anticipation, adding to the electric atmosphere in the room. Hedylogos's progress was tantalizing, each tug sending waves of pleasure through me. When he finally succeeded, my cock sprang free, hard and ready.
I let out a low growl of approval. "Very good, Hedy," I murmured, my voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see what else that mouth of yours can do."
Hedylogos's gaze flicked up to meet mine, his lips parting slightly in anticipation. With eager submission, he began to work his magic, his tongue and lips attempting to take me into his throat. At first, he struggled to take all of me. Ariadne moved behind him, rubbing her hands gently along his throat. "Don't try to take all of him on the first try. Work with what you can, sweetheart," she purred into his ear. Hedylogos pulled back and began playing with the head of my cock with his tongue, swirling and twirling it around me, drawing deep growls from my chest. Precum dripped down his lovely throat, and I held back from thrusting deeper into that pretty mouth. I looked into both their eyes. Ariadne was grinning, and Hedylogos's wet lips around my cock looked so pretty I wanted to ruin him.
Ariadne must have seen the hunger in my eyes. "Oh, sweetheart, you have definitely stirred the beast," she said, taking his right hand and placing it on my thigh. "If it's too much, tap him three times. If you need to breathe, tap him twice," she instructed him.
I met Hedylogos's gaze. "Nod if you understand, Hedy," I commanded, and he nodded. My left hand still gripping his hair, I slowly started to slip my hard cock deeper into Hedylogos's throat. There was some sputtering, but he didn't tap my thigh. I pulled back to let him take a few breaths before pushing my cock in deeper than before. With each careful thrust, I could feel Hedylogos growing more confident, his mouth adapting to the size and rhythm. His warm, wet tongue worked skillfully, sending waves of pleasure through me. I let out a deep, satisfied groan, my grip on his hair tightening slightly.
Ariadne's hands moved sensuously over Hedylogos's shoulders, her touch gentle and reassuring. "That's it, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm. "You're doing so well."
Hedylogos's eyes flickered up to meet mine again, filled with determination and desire. I thrust deeper, slowly, giving him time to adjust, my breath hitching at the incredible sensation. He continued to work his tongue around me, the movements sending sparks of pleasure through my body. More precum dribbled down his throat, mixing with the saliva pooling in Hedylogos mouth. I fought the urge to thrust harder, to lose myself completely in the heat and wetness surrounding me. Instead, I maintained control, savoring each moment.
Ariadne leaned in, her lips brushing against Hedylogos ear. "He looks so beautiful like this, doesn't he?" she murmured, her voice a sultry purr and looked back up to me. "Completely at your mercy."
I growled low in my throat, the sound vibrating through my chest. "Absolutely," I replied, my voice rough with desire. "He's perfect."
Hedylogos's tongue continued its exquisite torment, each flick and swirl driving me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, a coiled spring ready to snap. My grip on his hair tightened further, guiding him as I pushed deeper, testing his limits.
He didn't falter, didn't tap out. Instead, he embraced the challenge, his mouth a willing instrument of pleasure. I could feel the muscles of his throat contracting around me, the sensation nearly overwhelming.
"Good boy," I rasped, my voice thick with lust. "Take it all."
With a final, deep thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my body trembling with the force of my impending release. Hedylogos gagged slightly but held his ground, his eyes watering but resolute. I was smirking on the inside, looks like Hedylogos had another kink and I would definitely indulge it.
I could feel the climax building, an unstoppable wave of ecstasy. I looked into Hedylogos's eyes, seeing the reflection of my own desire mirrored there. And I pulled out , Hedylogos gasping for air and licking his swollen lips.
"On the bed, Hedy, and remove your lingerie, Ari," I commanded. They both rose to do just that. "Now, lay down on your back, boy." He was laying flat and his erection was straining from his body pulsing , as if the air touching him was too much to bear.
Ariadne stood at the foot of the bed, facing away from Hedylogos. I turned her around and bent her over, positioning her face in Hedylogos's lap. "Hedy was such a good boy for us. Why don't you reward him, darling?" I suggested.
She wrapped her hands around Hedylogos's straining cock and took him into her mouth, swallowing him whole. He whimpered and moaned, lifting his hips to meet her mouth. "Make sure to prepare him for the main event, darling," I chuckled, my voice dripping with anticipation. She pulled off his cock briefly to wet her fingers, then resumed sucking him off while her hand wandered, eventually finding its way to his ass. I chuckled, "Don't devour him before I get my turn, darling."
I kneeled behind my wife, spreading her thighs to find she was already wet. I smirked, knowing how much she loved to watch. Sticking out my tongue, I began to taste her, eliciting a moan that vibrated around Hedylogos's cock, causing him to moan in turn. I leaned back, took my cock in hand, and entered her roughly. Ariadne screamed as her velvet-soft walls clenched around me. Gripping her hips, I slowly pulled out before slamming back inside her. Both Ariadne and Hedylogos screamed in unison, her tightness and wetness enveloping me completely.
With each slow, rough thrust, Ariadne's pleasure built until she squirted all over my cock, her body trembling and twitching. At the same time, Hedylogos came down her throat, his scream mingling with hers, creating a symphony of ecstasy. I slowly pulled out of Ariadne and picked her up before laying her beside Hedylogos. I positioned myself between Hedylogos's spread legs, urging them wider apart. "You're not off the hook yet, boy," I growled, my voice thick with desire.
He whimpered, trembling with anticipation, and pulled his knees up, offering himself to me completely. Running my hands over his thighs, I felt the tension in his muscles, before gripping his hips firmly. Leaning in, I let my breath tease over his skin, watching as goosebumps erupted in its wake. "What do you truly desire, boy? Tell me," I demanded, my voice a seductive whisper.
His eyes were filled with need as he pleaded, "Please, Dionysus, take me."
With a devilish grin, I obliged, thrusting inside him slowly. He gasped, his body yielding to me as I began to move. Each thrust was deliberate and intense, driving us both closer to the edge of watched from the sidelines, her eyes filled with lust and desire, her hands wandering over her own body as she witnessed our passion unfold.
As our bodies moved together in a primal dance, I felt Hedylogos tighten around me, his release building. With each thrust, I pushed him closer to the edge, teasing him with the promise of ecstasy. With a final, deep thrust, I felt him come undone, his body trembling with pleasure. The sight of his release sent me over the edge, my own climax crashing over me as we collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap. But I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more, and Hedylogos knew it too. With newfound energy, I flipped him onto his stomach, his ass in the air, and entered him again, this time with a raw, primal need. He moaned in response, his body welcoming me eagerly.
As I pounded into him, Ariadne rolled closer to us , her hands caressing Hedylogos's back, her lips brushing against his ear. The sensation of her touch combined with the intensity of our lovemaking sent Hedylogos into a frenzy of pleasure, his cries of ecstasy filling the room. Hedylogos climaxed intensely, his body clenching around me as he twitched and convulsed beneath me. I withdrew from him still hard and stood up, saying, "I'll be right back, you two. Don't get up." They curled around each other as I got up. I got off the bed and walked over to a nearby side table, where a bowl of warm water, hand towels, and water bottles were placed. Wetting two hand towels and grabbing a water bottle before heading back to the bed.
I wiped Ariadne down and helped her sit up, handing her the water bottle. Then, I lifted Hedylogos into my lap, wiping him down as well. I pulled the top sheet over him and tucked him in, while Ariadne supported his head and helped him drink from the water bottle. She wiped his lips, and then we both lay down on either side of him until he fell asleep. I glanced over at Ariadne, and she smiled at me.
"It seems you've learned a few things tonight," she remarked. "And had a bit of fun."
She then looked down at my body. "Looks like you're ready for more," she added, grinning.
I shook my head. "I don't know what's gotten into me, but I have to return to camp. The sun will rise soon," I sighed, reluctant to get up and leave before Hedylogos woke up. Ariadne nodded in understanding, her expression softening. "I'll stay with Hedylogos until he wakes up," she offered, placing a gentle hand on my arm.
I smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you, Ariadne. I'll make it up to you both," I promised, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her lips.
After ensuring Hedylogos was comfortable, I reluctantly got up from the bed and quickly dressed. Before leaving, I glanced back at Ariadne and Hedylogos, feeling a surge to have my with them again .
As I teleported back to the Big house, the first light of dawn began to streak across the sky. Despite the fatigue that weighed heavily on me, I couldn't shake the feeling of dissatisfaction that lingered from the night's events. I looked down at my cock still hard. I sighed and locked myself in my room to try to ease my tension.
Thank you all for patiently waiting for the next chapter. What will Dionysus do with his newfound information? Who will he question next? How will this affect the complicated dynamics between Dionysus and Apollo? And what role will Hades play in all this? Find out next time on *Bedding the Gods*...