Dionysis - Sex Stories

Dionysis

Honestly I don’t know how mortals fuck at all. They only have their own senses, their own pleasures and responses. Fucking when you can only be one person is like shooting when you only have one eye. The only way you’re going to hit the target is dumb luck. Me, I’m everyone in the room. I’m myself of course, gushing seed into Ariadne’s hot little quim, but I’m Ariadne too. I’ve been edging her for more than an hour, and she’s ready to explode. She’s barely registering the pain as I maul her tits in my fists. It’s just one note in the symphony of sensation I’m playing across her body. The main theme, of course, is my thick cock beating a pounding rhythm in her cunt. She screams with frustration is I pull out, spilling drops of holy white honey on her belly and thighs.

As I stand, a nymph stoops beside me, offering wine. I’m her as well. She’s cautious and frightened, as she should be in the presence of divinity, although the emotions are more a response to the fact that she’s walked in on me fucking the living shit out of my consort than they are to do with my godhood. Nonetheless, she works hard to stay calm and bows her head respectfully as she proffers the booze. In the back of her mind she’s cold, and underneath that she’s pushing down a thrill of arousal that she doesn’t fully understand.

She’s naked, of course. I have the priests tell my serving girls they have to be naked for reasons of religious devotion, but that’s bullshit. I just like the way it makes them ...

... feel vulnerable and humiliated. I take the wine from the tray and savour a sip as I look over her body. She’s staring at the ground but she can feel my eyes on her. She has a slight frame, delightful little tits and a bald cunt. Her dark hair hangs around her face, but I can still see her button nose and her nervously bitten lip through the black strands. The wine is excellent, of course, rich and red. I throw the glass hard on the ground and the girl squeaks with alarm as it smashes. In the same moment, I grab her hair and throw her forward. She lands hard. I feel the sting of pain in her hands and knees and her horrified chagrin as her face ends up a finger’s breadth from Ariadne’s engorged cunt, its trimmed hair matted and sticky with sweat and cum.

I don’t give the girl time to recover. With a practiced hand and a god’s strength I line myself up, grab her slim hips and push hard into her arse. Her scream of agony is cut short as Ariadne takes what she’s given and pushes the girl’s face down into her cunt. In twenty bloody thrusts I erupt again, flooding the nymph’s bowel with seed while Ariadne vents her frustration by masturbating herself to climax against our hapless victim’s pretty face. At the same time I put my hand underneath her and work her bud with a firmness that itself borders on violence. I don’t manage to bring her to climax alongside myself and Ariadne, but she cums a couple of moments later, her shock at her violation confused by the quivering pleasure of ...