Aphrodite's Curse Ch. 052

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Sirens agree to help Demetrius, Euphrosyne changes seats.
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Part 52 of the 104 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 06/10/2016
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Peisinoe listened intently to Demetrius's tale, and felt herself grow wetter and wetter as each hour he spoke ticked by. Thinking about this poor handsome lad, denied his own release and the pain this must cause him, a century of desperate sperm backing up inside his delicious nutsack, her own sex throbbed. Unthinking, she gripped his balls with her toes as he spoke, feeling the surging, boiling cum rolling inside, throbbing uncontrollably as they pulsed in-between her feet, each vein on their surface could be felt by her silky toes. It took many hours for him to tell his story as he could only talk to her for a few minutes before becoming so overwhelmed by her charms he would fall down to his knees in abject submissive worship. This was part of her own curse of Aphrodite, so she was very sympathetic to Demetrius's plight and wanted desperately to hear HOW he was supposed to reverse his own curse. If he could then possibly he could help her too.

Centuries earlier, she and her sisters had incurred the ire of the Goddess of love so they, like him, were cursed. All them were incredibly, painfully beautiful, and every God on Olympus or man on earth chased them relentlessly. No male could look upon them without becoming insane with arousal, their rational brain shutting down as the image of their alluring body, the scent of their throbbing sex, the taste of their warm sweet flesh literally turned their brains to mush. Despite their dangerous beauty, she and her sisters had tried to live a normal life. She herself had found happiness and love with a handsome, yet poor, shepherd-boy who was her last "boyfriend". Many a night on this desolate lonely island she had cried herself to sleep remembering the countless warm summer evenings so long ago lounging on the slopes of Mount Athos, his loving face buried in between her creamy thighs, his strong hands caressing her full breasts. He had loved her intensely and she had returned that love., Now however, so many years later he was obviously dead, and she had continued living on. Doomed to be forever desired and forever denied male attention or affection. Each of her sisters had equally sad tales to tell of their lives before their transformation into the dreaded Sirens.

The night their lives changed forever was when she and her sisters fatefully caught Ares attention and foolishly succumbed to his charms. Spied by the God as they all swam naked in a mountain spring, his divine charms were impossible for them to resist. Trembling in both fear and overwhelming desire, they all had agreed instantly to return with him to his palace for a midnight romp, not considering the potential consequences of such a liason. Aphrodite, sneaking into his palace secretly for her own unannounced midnight booty call, caught them all in bed with the God of War, her on again off again lover. Furious at Ares her anger grew even more intense when she heard him say that they all were the most beautiful creatures on earth, even more beautiful than Aphrodite herself.

This statement from Ares sealed their fate forever. Bursting into his bedroom in a fury, she transformed them instantly into the creatures they were today, the cowardly Ares leaping out a window to avoid her wrath. Rather than take their beauty away, she magnified it. Forever, the mere sight of any of them would instantly drive all males, God, Satyr or man, completely insane with lust, hopelessly enslaving them to the five sisters. She further made them immortal, never aging, never dying, frozen in time at the peak of their sexual attractiveness. Having granted them these "gifts" she then, in a sheer spiteful gesture, bound them forever onto this desolate island. Completely inaccessible by ship and doomed to spend an eternity watching an endless stream of horny sailors crash and die as they attempted to reach them, their beauty and allure mocking them rather than bringing them pleasure.

Looking into Demetrius's face, eyes closed in absolute bliss as he sucked on the fleshy ball of her left foot, her right one tickling his balls she grinned. He was SO Gorgeous, his arrival had seemed to be the answer to her decades of unanswered prayers, but she knew it wasn't right. He was now hopelessly enslaved to her, and despite the great pleasure this brought her (and her still snoozing sisters) she felt it only right that she help this poor boy complete his quest and release himself from the curse. Smacking his face lightly with her foot she said "Now, concentrate Demetrius, concentrate. What is the next item you need on your quest?"

Demetrius, shivering in desire stuttered "Accordingly to my list it is the pearls, the uh pearls, the the the AHHHHHH". He could no longer speak as another wave of uncontrollable desire cooked his brain. His eyes black with lust, he dry humped the air pitifully as he held her foot in his hand and began kissing and nibbling down her leg, grunting and groaning loudly as each taste of her flesh on his lips caused his whole body to flinch. Reaching her inner thigh, his eyes grew wide, looking upon her body like a wolf eying a baby lamb. Pushing his tortuously erect cock down painfully between his legs he lowered his body to the ground and slowly licked up the crook of her thigh, nibbling love bites and loving kisses over her pubic bone. The overpowering scent of her juices causing him to sigh uncontrollably. Stroking his hair with her hand as he slowly kissed his way over to her throbbing pussy, she felt another wave of her nectar ooze out of her pussy, already more satisfied than it had been in as long as she could remember. Throwing her head back in ecstasy as yet another orgasm was gently coaxed from her body by the incredible oral talents of Demetrius, she sighed.

"Well, I guess you can finish telling me about it in a little while!" she moaned as her whole body spasmed.

Back on Olympus, Euphrosyne was walking up the dark path towards the main Palace, the fully leafed fruit trees creating a shady canopy. Night had just fallen, and off in the distance the final fading rays of the setting sun still cast a faint purple glow over the low hanging clouds. Finally exiting the tunnel of trees, she rounded the corner to the main entrance. The palace was ablaze in light, every torch lit, every candle burning, lighting the outside gardens with the beams shining through the windows. The dinner was less than an hour away, and she definitely wanted to be there first, knowing that now would be the most hectic time of the entire evening for the staff. If there was subterfuge to engage in, NOW was the perfect time.

Being a regular visitor to the Palace, her presence was not an unfamiliar to the regular staff or guards so she easily walked right inside, despite strict orders by Ganymede to allow NO ONE entrance until 7:15. Grinning to herself she noticed the lustful stares and openly salivating mouths of several Satyrs and Centaurs and EVERY guard she passed. Purposefully exaggerating her sensual swaying hips as she strode by them, each tent forming in their togas was like a little vote of confidence. This was good as she was going to need every bit of confidence she could muster tonight. Walking straight towards the main dining room, a helpless young guard stared at this vision of loveliness approaching his station and visibly started sweating. Torn between performing his task of keeping everyone out of the hall or succumbing to whatever this Goddess wanted, as soon as her ample cleavage and sensual body came into view, he knew it was over, the choice was obvious. Stuttering, he said "Ma Ma Ma Maam, uh, you can't come in here, um, Ganymede gave strict o—"

Stopping him in mid-sentence as she pressed her breasts into his armored chest, and kissed his mouth closed. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about Ganymede, I will take care of him!" Running her hand over his back, he jumped as he felt her grip tightening on his left ass cheek. "Now, you know who I am?"

"Ye Ye Yes Goddess, you are one of the Graces, the most go go gorgeous immortals on Olympus!"

Smiling, she kissed his nose. "Good answer STUD!" she winked, as his now completely iron hard cock lifted his toga up tight against his stomach, the tip rubbing against her stomach through the wafer thin fabric of her gown. "I just want a peek inside; I won't be a second." she whispered. "It will be just our little secret, OK?" she purred as her hand kneaded his ass, a small moan whimpering out of his mouth.

"Yesssssss Domina!" he exhaled, completely surrendering to her whims.

Winking at him, she opened the golden doors to the hall. As her eyes took in the spectacle, she exhaled loudly. It was breathtaking! Everywhere she looked was luxury on a truly Olympian scale and she actually grew dizzy as her senses were overwhelmed by this sumptuous assault on her senses. Her entire line of vision was drenched in excess and extravagance, jewels hanging from every lamp, gold dishes and diamond encrusted silverware already set on the table. Acting quickly, she had a mission. The dining table was laughably long, set for a feast for 70 Gods, the ermine covered gold chairs already at each place setting. The seating was highly coordinated, and on each plate was a gold etched ruby naming the God or Goddess's place at the table. Zeus and Hera were at one head of the table and Ammon-Ra and Hathor at the other, tremendous effort having been expended to make sure both chairs were the exact same size and neither God could claim superiority over the other. Looking at each gem on the plates, she found what she came for, her own. Now, looking down the row she found Apollo's gem and finding an intimate side table, she switched the gems there with her own and Apollo's. Now she would be seated directly across from Apollo all night and it would the ideal place to execute her plan. Wiping her hands together she thought to herself "PERFECT!"

Pinching the ass of the startled guard on the way out of the room, she winked over her shoulder at him as she giggled, loving the obvious bulge she had created. Heading towards the kitchen, she had one more stop before the evening could begin.

Peisinoe could not help but smile as she ran her hands through Demetrius's hair as he slept between her thighs. His cute little snores, and hot breath tickled her inner thigh as he snuggled between her legs, lazily running his hand over her right breast. He finally, after almost a full week of constantly having his head or cock buried into one of the Siren's loins, had collapsed in total exhaustion. He may be immortal, but at his core he was still human and had a normal human's need for sleep. As he snoozed, his hand unconsciously still opening and closing over her erect nipple, she casually ran her foot over his incredibly hard and rippled ass. Sighing, her mind raced as she reviewed his story in her mind. Despite his delusionary state caused by being in her presence, and his inability to speak more than five minutes before collapsing between her thighs or feet, she was able to eventually ascertain his final quest. Staring out at the sea, she realized just how close he was to the Palace of Poseidon and Amphrite, only five miles east of this island.

As she continued to silently look out upon the dark blue waters of the Aegean, her sister Aglaope crawled over the sand to them both. "You going to keep him all to yourself Sis?" she laughed as she bent down and lightly bit Demetrius's ass, so perfectly presented for her viewing and dining pleasure.

"We need to do the right thing here Aglaope" she replied as she began to tell her the entire Saga of Demetrius's trials.

After listening intently, she too was moved, and finally spoke. "Well, I agree, as much as it pains me to." Looking at the pile of her sated sisters on the beach she sighed. "We will have to let him go, but you now, he will never agree. His mind has been turned to mush."

"You let me worry about that, I have a plan!" Peisinoe laughed.

"Doing the right thing SUCKS!" Aglaope pouted, but still grinned. "So, when does he have to leave? I am so going to miss him". Running her nails over his ass, she sighed. "BOY am I going to miss HIM!"

Giggling, Peisinoe said "Well, I was thinking about maybe a month or two?" . "HA! A MONTH OR TWO! So, what was all that crap about doing "the right thing"?"

"Well Sis, I said the right thing, not the PERFECTLY right thing!" Both sisters snickering as they looked down at the naked Demetrius snoozing between her thighs, they simultaneously licked their lips.

Euphrosyne peaking her head into the kitchen saw Ganymede and smiled. There, looking more frazzled than ever he was barking a command at some Satyr about the proper serving temperature of hummingbird tongues. Walking into the room, every head turned and every cock stiffened when they saw her. Ganymede himself turned, and seeing it was her, rushed over to her side. "Glorious Grace Euphrosyne, Goddess of Joy and Delight, whose beautiful visage could melt the snowy caps of Mount Athos and whose soft glowing skin lights up"

When she smirked and grabbed his balls mid-sentence he gasped. Licking his right earlobe she breathily whispered into his ear. "Ganymede, I have a BIG favor to ask of you." Rolling his eyes back in his head, he succumbed easily to her charms. Within minutes she had obtained permission to borrow the shackles of Hercules and as she predicted, he had rushed off to the cellar and retrieved them personally, placing the iron chains directly in her hands.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, surprised at the weight in her palms. "These are very heavy!!"

"Yes they are" he explained. "As the only bonds that can contain a God, they have to be very strong. Now, please return these as soon as possible, Hera would kill me if she knew they were missing."

Kissing his neck and causing him instantly to melt, she said "I already wrote her a note, so don't worry. I will return them within a few weeks." Playfully patting his ass, she scampered out the back door, turning her head to speak to Ganymede as she left. "You have been a great help Ganymede. I WON'T forget this. Now, I have to run this back home and drop this off so I can get back in time before the big dinner." Pausing she added "By the way, the Palace has never looked more extravagant! You have OUTDONE YOURSELF!" Waving a quick goodbye, she rocketed into the air to drop off her prize before returning for the party. Ganymede swallowed hard as she left, looking down at his lap, he hoped his erection would subside before the other guests arrived.

Euphrosyne barely made back to her own Palace in time to return for the party, but she made it, and with her two gorgeous sisters they now walked into the main hall of Zeus and Hera's magnificent abode. With the mechanisms for her revenge in place, she only had to start the machine, and spying Apollo standing next to Dionysus by the punch bowl, it was time to begin the show.

Before the main dinner was to begin, a small cocktail party was held in the Hall of Jade. Pan, seeing the three lovelies standing in the doorway clopped over on his cloven hooves, unable to turn his gaze from the vision before him. They were truly a sight to behold, and every male deity in the room could not take their eyes off of any of them. It was a tos-sup between Euphrosyne's gorgeous ass, her sister Aglaia's gorgeous legs or the sweet, low hanging breasts of Thalia, as to where each God looked, but they all were incredibly beautiful and each were dressed to kill. "So Ladies" Pan grinned "You gals are SMOKIN tonight!"

The wine flowed as did the ambrosia as the party heated up. Euphrosyne winked several times at Apollo across the room, who returned her gaze, but was obviously still furious, his eyes narrowing when their eyes met. His fury was quite justified as each Nymph and Goddess greeted him with his new moniker "Dildo Boy" to his obvious annoyance. Despite his boiling anger with his brain, other parts of his body were willing to overlook her transgressions, as little Apollo slowly began to rise at the sight of her. His gaze was broken by the sound of trumpets coming from the front of the hall.

Ganymede, resplendent in his most ornate silken and gold Tunic announced loudly to the room. "Gods, Goddesses, Nymphs, Satyrs, dignified deities of all Greece, Dinner is served! Please find your way the main dining room and take your seats. Your places have been indicated by an engraved ruby on the table, so enjoy your evening."

Dionysus, poking at Apollo's ribs joked. "As predicted, the Egyptians are late! Let's hope we both get seated beside some sexy Egyptian Goddess, eh?" Apollo, temporarily distracted by his words, nodded and they all walked into the dining room together. Entering the room, each God looked for their name on the table, and there was a slight scramble as they took their places. Apollo, already annoyed, grew even more annoyed when he found that instead of being at the main table with the major Gods, he had been relegated to a side table with just one other chair opposite him. "This is an OUTRAGE!" he boiled as he interpreted his place at the table as a slight. Sitting down, he was shocked when Euphrosyne slithered over to the seat opposite him and sat down. However else this night was going to go, he was going to have to deal with her all night, and because of the circumstances, he had no way to get out of it.

Sitting down opposite him, her breasts literally pouring out of the top of her gown, Euphrosyne sat down. "Fortune has smiled on me tonight!" she giggled. "I can think of no better place to have dinner than seated directly across the table from the sexiest God on Olympus!" she winked, as Apollo looked on blankly, his anger subsiding as his lust rose.

Faraway on the Island of Crete, the palace ablaze with light, the light sound of creaking metal could be heard over the party within. Standing in the shadows outside and holding a stray feather of the Phoenix to his nose, Talos inhaled deeply. The scent of Demetrius was growing stronger each day and he knew it was only a matter of time before he was within his metallic grasp.

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Gaius8666Gaius8666over 7 years agoAuthor
Thanks!

I love hearing you are enjoying Aphrodite's curse. I actually wrote the series a while ago, and am just now posting it to Literotica. They are all in the cue, so, expect many new chapters coming your way over the next few months.

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Wonderful story

Do you write one chapter a day or what? I really like this and am really SHOOTING OFF over hear every time I read the next chapter, keep up the good work!

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