Aphrodite's Curse Ch. 072

Poseidon grinned as a plot formed instantly in his mind that would allow for his revenge without violating his sacred oath. He would do NOTHING to Demetrius himself, but if others did, well, these things happen. Laughing to himself at his cleverness, he turned and spoke to Hephaestus. "Well Nephew, I tell you what, I have a proposal for you. As you know, since my son the Cyclops Polyphemus was killed by Odysseus, his wife Galatea has been quite lonely on her island. As my daughter in law, I feel it my duty to give her some entertainment as she has quite an insatiable erotic appetite and has gone without any male companionship for a long time. I will arrange to have Demetrius end up on her island and this should give you a heads up on his location in advance. Trust me, I know Galatea very well, and she will keep your little miscreant quite busy and thus give Talos enough time to capture him and bring him back here for whatever it is you have planned."

Laughing and delighted at his uncle's suggestion and help, Hephaestus grasped Poseidon around the shoulder and beamed as they both walked down the main hall to his study. "You know Poseidon; I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful partnership!"

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Meanwhile over Gaul, Helios, servant of Apollo and his charioteer was startled when his boss suddenly flew up and hovered next to his sun chariot in the sky. Hundreds of fiery red horses all whinnied in glee as their master now passed his hands over their flaming manes as he floated back towards the chariot. Knowing that his search for Ares and Aphrodite was not going to be easy, Apollo realized that he was being a fool. What better vantage point for observation could there be than his Chariot of the Sun? From this height he could see thousands of miles at once, and without having to concentrate on flying, he could look for the two Gods more intensely. Ornately cast in pure gold, every inch of the carriage was fantastical in appearance. Along the sides of the main compartment, images of all of the Gods stared back at the observer, each cast in the middle of their main accomplishment or attribute. Aphrodite was shown emerging from the sea in her giant clam shell, Dionysus lounging under a bulging grape vine with a large goblet in his hand, Hephaestus was shown working hard at his forge, Zeus was cast in mid throw of his tossing a thunderbolt; the whole Pantheon was represented in glittering and dazzling glory.

Stepping into the carriage, the inside covered entirely in the finest red silk, Helios gulped hard and bowed reverentially to his boss. Turning to Helios, Apollo asked, "Helios my boy, where exactly are we right now?"

"Just passing over Gaul my lord, it is just past noon beneath us." Helios answered.

Looking down at the land rushing beneath them, Apollo scoured the landscape for any sign of the AWOL divinities. He certainly had the perfect day for a search, as the weather was absolutely perfect, without a single cloud appearing anywhere in the sky. The heavens were shockingly beautiful in their deep blue color and the air was crisp and cool in the October afternoon. The land rushing beneath them ablaze in color as all of the trees were at the absolute peak of their grandiose autumnal display. Apollo, despite being a complete moron around women, was highly intelligent and knew every inch of the landscape of the earth. Knowing also the proclivities of his cousin Aphrodite, he knew that Northern Gaul was the ideal location to begin his search for her.

Thinking to himself about where she and Ares might be, he squinted his eyes as he stared intensely towards the earth. This area, outside the Greek world but not under the full control of the Norse Gods was the ideal location for Aphrodite and Ares to conduct a multi-century love fest. No prying eyes from the Gods would find them here, and being isolated and on the edge of the wild north, it would definitely satisfy the Goddesses natural instincts to push her pleasures to the edge of danger. No cities were seen in the area as the whole land was very sparsely populated, only the occasional village of blue face Celts seen breaking through the endless canopy of trees. Following the bends and curves of the Seine river, Apollo stopped his gaze as he saw something out of place.

There beneath him, right where an island should be in the river was a huge glowing pink cloud. As there was NO other fog, mist or any other such weather anywhere in sight, this was definitely out of place. Peering harder at the cloud, Apollo grinned as he now was totally convinced that he had found them. Try as he might, his divine sight would not penetrate the pink mist, so something definitely was suspicious. Knowing he would now have to descend to earth to investigate, Apollo passed his hands over his body and instantly transformed his apparel from his Golden Tunic to a simple burlap peasant shirt and took on the size and form of a human.

Helios applauded as his boss presented his "disguise" as a simple Celtic shepherd, but would not tell Apollo that even though he was dressed the part, he still was probably far too handsome and refined to fool anyone observing closely. Apollo's vanity was so great, he could not bring himself not to present his form in the any but most appealing manner possible, but the disguise would serve his purposes.

Descending to earth, he landed in a forest near the island and walked the mile through the woods into the clearing on the riverbank. In the distance he saw the island in the river completely covered in the glowing Pink mist, loud rumblings emanating from its shores with occasionally small earthquakes shaking the ground beneath his feet. More shocking to Apollo was the sight of hundreds of naked writhing bodies all squirming and grunting around him in the clearing, each shrieking in pleasure as every inch of ground was covered with couples desperately fucking each other's brains out. Smiling to himself, he now absolutely knew he was in the right spot, and as he stepped over several writhing bodies on his way to the Seine river, he felt three pairs of female hands grab his ass.