Feature Writer: Rex Siter
Feature Title: A DATE WITH PRIAPUS
Published: 12.11.2014
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Couple touring Greece find myths can strike
A Date with Priapus
Jake and Hesta Banner had been married for two years, but having been so occupied with their clothing business, which was now booming, they were taking this chance to have a real honeymoon. They had promised themselves a whole four weeks of driving through Greece, a country they both wanted to see, especially Jake.
Jake had never been to Greece, despite his mother being of Greek descent, and he had grown up hearing about the history and the mythology, as well as learning a workable use of the language..
“The scenery alone will be worth it,” Hesta had enthused, “but there’s the architecture, the Acropolis in Athens, for a start. Then there’s all the mythology. Maybe we’ll even find the house where your mother was born.”
Jake had watched her adoringly, enjoying her enthusiasm, knowing that much of it was to please him. Lucky to have found himself such a gorgeous wife? He certainly was. Blessed with a face of classical beauty, with high cheekbones, wide blue eyes, and hair the tawny colour of a lioness. Even before they started courting, Jake’s pulses had been set racing by the shapely body he noticed across the workshop floor. High, firm breasts, and curves that ideally fit with her trim five feet, six inch frame.
To finally have access to all of this wonder had been a gift from the Gods. Especially when he discovered the avidity with which she was prepared to offer her charms to him, and pay homage to his own body. Jake had known a few women, but Hesta’s pure sexuality had stunned him. And it hadn’t really appeared until he’d taken her virginity. From that time, it just got better and better.
“So many myths,” Hesta had gone on,” Olympus, the home of the Gods.”
“I’ll need to give thanks at that Olympus.”
“Thanks?”
“For gifting me with you.”
She had hugged him then, and reached for the bulge in his pants. But the honeymoon/holiday was set.
Already, they had spent some time, in and around Athens, the Acropolis had been everything they had expected, and the National Archeology Museum had taken nearly a full day with so much to see.
“Those statues, God, some of those guys were hung nearly as well as you, dear,” Hesta laughed, as they lay in bed in the up-market hotel that night. Well, Jake was lying, naked, while Hesta, also naked, kneeled alongside him, squeezing his erection between her breasts, occasionally scrubbing it over her pink tipped nipple. She loved doing this to him, seeing his handsome face react to her every move.
For her, seeing Greece was a marvelous experience, but the nights had brought a major bonus. Being totally relaxed, away from the duties of the business, and being with each other all day, their sex lives had been special.. Hesta would have said that it could not be possible. From the moment Jake had taken her virginity, over four years ago, she had found unknown sensuous depths in herself, and they had set about lavishing physical pleasure on each other. Together they had explored the many routes that could be taken to obtain such pleasure.
Now, married for two years, she was particularly pleased with the number of occasions they had managed to have mutual orgasms. A fact that most people declared would be rare.
But here in Greece, everything was heightened. They’d taken in the Temple of Poseidon, and looked out over the Aegean Sea, as Jake told her the mythological stories he had been told by his dear, much lamented , mother. The ancient theatre at Epidaurus had been a wonder, and they’d been fortunate to see a play by Aeschylus performed in the open air. They’d walked in the clean fresh air, up mountain sides just for the view, or to see the ruins of some old temple. It was all so pleasurable and relaxed.
“Sometime, before we leave, we must make love in the open air.”
“That would really be a first,” Jake had agreed.
After each of their excursions they had come back to the hotel, ate a hearty meal, drunk a little wine, and retired to make a perfect sexual end to the day.
On the previous night, Jake had insisted that he be the giver, and Hesta just had to lie back, while he tongued and kissed her upper body, mouth, face, eyes, and shoulders. When he moved onto her breasts with his mouth, Hesta knew she was on a pathway to ecstasy. Her breasts had always been sensitive.
Before Jake, she’d had a few close calls, when her breasts were touched, and on two occasions had given hand relief to cool those guys down, otherwise she might have submitted. Always she had been waiting for the right man. And it turned out to be Jake.
Last night, when he’d moved his mouth down to her labia, and licked at her clitoris, while his fingers, searched her vagina and anus, she had orgasmed so violently that she found herself grabbing his stiff member, and working it so hard and so swiftly that he, already high with his ministrations on her body, had shot his load across her belly. The pair of them had fallen back laughing helplessly.
So the next night she was determined to be the giver, and as she played with his hard penis over her breasts, he had gasped, “Do you think we can do this every night of the holiday?”
She had paused and with a cheeky grin said, “If you’re man enough.”
For her needs, she was sure he was man enough. Her comment comparing him with the statues had been no false compliment. The two other penises she had handled might have been six inches erect, she guessed, but Jake’s, now firmly gripped just where she wanted it for the moment, as he groaned beneath her, was at least two inches longer, and she adored it.
Hesta, with his erection firmly fixed between her breasts, bent her head down to run her tongue over the wide purple head. “Witch!” She gave a half smile, before moving her body to bend lower and lick along the full length of his rod, lifting it to do a return lick along the underside vein.
She was very aware that his hand had been stroking on her inner thigh from the back, and his fingers were beginning to tease along her very moist channel..
Accordingly, she took his penis and held it so that her open mouth hovered just above it. Glancing sideways to see his face, she then lowered her head, so that her open mouth enveloped his whole erection, and she pressed her head down to feel that large purple head strike at the entrance to her throat. Then with her tongue working feverishly around it, she started the purposeful back and forth movement that she knew would eventually drive him to fulfilment.
Hesta knew that she was good at this, even though she had never performed this act, until just before they were married. Jake had joked, “You know, I wouldn’t have married you if you couldn’t do that.”
To which she had replied, “Listen, fella, your thing is three inches longer because of me.”
So she gave his adored member all her oral attention. She was aware that Jake was trying to turn her so he could get to a sixty nine position, but she was determined to out-battle him tonight. Hesta wanted most of the pleasure to be his. Mouthing him had, surprisingly, become quite a pleasing experience for her, but most of the joy came from knowing what it did to Jake.
Her mouth was working faster now, her teeth made gentle contact with his heaving rod, as she listened for his tell-tale moan and grunt and waited for the spurt. Faster and faster, she pumped at him now, every full stroke striking down her throat toward her tonsils. “You cruel witch!” he growled, and there was so much desperation in the sound that she was sure he was on the verge.
She was right. Within seconds, came his moan, as he heaved his hips upwards to press further into her throat, and she held it there as it spurted wave after wave of his white stuff, and she swallowed willingly, as his hand stroked the back of her head. One of the things he loved about her was her refusal to use any of the vulgarism connected with sexual activity.
As they lay together after the passion had passed, he asked, “Don’t you want to get something out of tonight’s activity?”
“I just got a bellyful of your white stuff. I think that’ll do me for tonight.” They lay laughing together until they both fell asleep.
The next morning they were packed, signed out of the hotel, and in the car, heading north by eleven o’clock..
“Its quite a distance to Mount Olympus,” Jake said , negotiating a tricky bend. “We won’t get there in just one day.”.
Hesta touched his hand, “We’ve got so much time. No knowing what attractions are waiting for us before we get there.”
Hesta thought it was wonderful just seeing the country open up around them. Olive trees, cultivated grape vines, row on row, and masses of shrubbery. Beyond that, on both sides, there were distant mountains, and nearer hills. She lay back to enjoy it all.
Jake was enjoying it too, but his mind was playing around the way their sex life was developing. There was no doubting that this break had lifted them to new heights. His comment last night about doing it every night of the holiday, had not been a casual one. They seemed to be on fire every night. And last night, they way she had sucked at him, refusing to have her own satisfaction, only eager to give to him.
She was a wonder. There were times though, when he was inside her, and they were heaving together, that he felt, in spite of the kind things she had been saying about his size, she had so much moist openness he would have liked to have been able to drive even deeper. Just being greedy, wasn’t he?
They had been driving for a while, when she suddenly sat up, and pointed out to the left. “Oh, look, Jake, over there. Those two peaks, so much greener than others we’ve passed.”
Jake glanced, and had to admit, the peaks with the foothills below them did look very attractive. “Can I see houses in the distance?”
Heat haze obscured some of the view, but Hesta too thought there was a splash of distant white that could have been houses. “Could we go and explore?” she asked. “That was going to be part of this holiday, anyway.”
Jake agreed, and soon a pale signpost pointing to the left appeared, and sure enough, there was a left turn onto a narrower road. As Jake turned the car onto this diversion, he said, “Did you catch a village name on that sign?”
“It was very old and faint, but it was Priax, I think.”
“I’ll bet that’s not on any map. Hope there’s a tavern. Maybe get a room for the night.”
The narrow road was full of pot-holes, but after about three miles they reached the village. Small white cottages bordered the road, and one or two were set back on the hillside. A small white chapel stood further down the road but, thankfully, before that, there was a tavern.
Three old men sat at a table outside, playing some obscure card game, looking, as Hesta commented, “Like something out of an old painting.”
Inside looked reasonably clean and rather bare, A few tables with wooden chairs around them, and a bar which ran along the rear wall, which also contained two closed doors.
Jake used his Greek language on the owner, a short man in his mid fifties, called Sakis, and in no time they were shown into a fairly small room, far removed from the five star hotels they’d been using. But at least it was tidy and cared for. A double bed, a sideboard and a wardrobe made up the plain furnishing. On the floor was what looked like a brand new rug, rather out of place. A bathroom, with toilet, was just across the corridor.
Downstairs again, they had a sandwich made by the owner’s wife, a stern faced plump lady, when Jake asked about an evening meal, she told him she would make them a kleftiko, a popular Greek dish.
They strolled around the village, before taking a path among trees where they could keep cooler. In the evening they changed from shorts into something as Jake put it, “More suitable for dining.” So for him it was casual shirt and pants, while Hesta wore a plain, simple summer dress.
The kleftiko was surprisingly delicious in the rather basic setting. Jake told Sakis, to compliment his wife on the meal, and he asked if there were any particular landmarks they might look for on the following day. Hesta watched as there followed a rather long conversation between the two men, in which she noticed a smile crease Jake’s face as they spoke.
When Sakis returned to his chores, Hesta asked, “What was all that about?”
The smile had not left Jake’s face, “Big surprise. He told me that up among the pines of the first peak there is a ruined temple. People rarely go up there, which isn’t surprising since it was dedicated to a very special minor God, Priapus”
Hesta saw little reason for his smile, “What was he God of?”
“Priapus was said to be a fertility God, protecting livestock, fruit, plants, crops, gardens and-wait for it-”
“What?”
“Male genitalia.”
“What? You better get up there fast to pay homage.”
“I agree. Especially since he was said to have a certain endowment.”
“Which was?”
“A huge penis-which was permanently erect.”
“Mmm, interesting. Maybe I should pay homage. Make you jealous, would it?”
“I’d already read about him somewhere, but what Sakis said about this temple was interesting. There is an old wives tale, or should I say old man’s tale that every twenty five years, at this time of year, when the moon is full, two virgins are sacrificed to Priapus. Rumour has it that two girls, well, young women, one eighteen, one nineteen did disappear fifty years ago.”
Hesta gave him an up and under look, “Damn, virgins. I don’t qualify. That’s your fault.”
They were still laughing when a stooped figure came to the table, and asked if he might sit down. The old man sat, and Jake bought him a drink, which went down before he even spoke. Hesta watched Jake trying to keep a straight face as they talked. A final glance at Hesta’s cleavage and the old man limped away out of the tavern. Now Jake’s smile broke out, and Hesta asked what the old man had said.
Jake chuckled, “More old wives stuff. Said we shouldn’t disbelieve. A May full moon is essential. He’s been alive long enough to know how folk hid eligible females when the moon was due.” He shook his head, “How about this? Priapus actually takes human form on the day of full moon, as he searches for virgins.”
“Has nobody been to the temple when the moon’s high?” Hesta asked.
“Too far up at night,” Jake told her, and burst out laughing again, “Local young men have offered to rescue young women from being virgins.”
Hesta loved seeing him so happy, “Situation normal. It’s like that at home.” she said, and they laughed together.
“He finished up by warning us not to be near the ruins after dark tomorrow night-the full moon.”
“Well, we’re not likely to be up there then are we? And actually he finished up by looking down my dress.
” He has good taste. Oh, I just love this kind of ancient folklore,” Jake declared. “If I collect enough I may write a book about them.”
After a further couple of glasses of wine, they went up to their bedroom, and as they got into the old metal bed the clanking of the springs, and the bumping of the bed head against the wall, advised them that this bed was not devised for lovemaking. Without hesitation, Jake slid over the edge onto the rug, and dragged a giggling Hesta with him.
Their embracing that night was very conventional—missionary position and all of that, and as she felt Jake grunting and spilling his seed deep inside her, she, in the throes of her own passion, was wondering when she should admit to him that she had stopped taking the pill when this holiday started. She knew he wouldn’t mind, and she longed to be pregnant so she could surprise him.
They took things easily the next morning, had a simple breakfast, and Jake chatted with Sakis about the location of the temple ruin. “He told me of things to look out for that would guide us, and if we went directly there it would take about two hours. He did warn that the last stretch is pretty steep. His wife has made us sandwiches for lunch.”
It was nearly eleven o’clock before they started. They were both in shorts, and baseball caps. Hesta wore a thin blue blouse, while Jake had a checked shirt. Both wore heavy duty trainers. Jake had to admit that Hesta’s tight little shorts were a whole lot more attractive than his, and he admired the buttocks inside them as she walked ahead of him up the early trail.
As far as possible they kept under the trees for cover from the scorching sun.
“Sakis said it was exceptionally hot for May.”
Hesta wiped her brow, “He wasn’t wrong.”
At last they reached the spot where the foothills gave way to the steeper rise up the mountain. Jake looked at his watch, “He was wrong about the time it would take to reach the temple. We’ve been walking for over two hours now, and we must have some way to go.”
Hesta looked around her, “Looks like a good spot to eat and take on some water.”
Jake agreed, and they were quickly nestled on a little hillock, under the shade of the pines. Eating was good, but the water was better, even though it wasn’t as cool as they would have liked.
“Lovely view,” Hesta remarked, looking through a gap in the pines which revealed the sweep of the valley below them. Now she gave Jake one of her naughty smiles, “Remember what we said about doing it in the open air?”
He leaned over to kiss her gently, “Nice thought, but don’t you think we should save some energy for this next stage?”
Hesta couldn’t argue with that, and soon she was leading the way up a much narrower and steeper track.”We’re looking for a clearing.” Jake told her.
“Can you imagine,” she panted, “how hot we’d be if we didn’t have the shade of the pines? God, this is a tough climb. I hope Priapus appreciates our efforts to reach his temple.”
“Did I tell you, he’s depicted in some of the porno pics in Pompeii.”
“With his reputation for constant erection, I’m not surprised.” Hesta laughed.
At last they came to a space where the trees thinned out into a fairly grassy clearing. They each had a good drink of water, and Jake noticed how the perspiration on Hesta’s blouse was emphasizing her bosom. “Good job you’re wearing a bra,” he told her. “I mightn’t have been able to resist you.”
“Big talker,” she laughed. “Where now?”
Jake pointed to the right hand corner of the clearing where the pines looked to be thickest. “Right hand corner he said.”
It only took a brief search to find the pathway overlaid with undergrowth. The bad news was it appeared to be even steeper than the route they had just negotiated.
“Once more unto the breach, my dear.”
Hesta laughed, “I hope I can still walk tomorrow.”
The climb was difficult, with little outcrops of rock having to be negotiated. Jake had lost track of time. All he knew was he was hot and sweaty, and just a mite tired. He admired the way his plucky wife kept going.
At last they came to another break in the trees. Hesta had wondered what the sound had been as they came up that last stretch, and now she found that, to her joy, it was a mini water fall, from a stream that appeared to come out of the mountain itself.
She had begun unbuttoning her blouse. “Oh, boy, is that tempting?”
“Hang on, dear. The temple can’t be far from here. Let’s find it and then we’ve got this to look forward to.”
In fact the first crumbling walls, overgrown with ivy and vines, were just a couple of hundred yards further along. There was a gap, which clearly had been the entrance, but the arch had long ago collapsed.
Moving inside, they passed low walls looking as though they had been rooms of some kind. Then it opened out into what Jake thought would have been the main hall. At one end, to their right, was a straight length of high wall with rings set in it, and to the left was a narrow dais, also with rings low on both visible corners. Jake estimated that it was six feet, by three feet, by something like three feet high.
“What do you think that’s for?” he asked Hesta.
“Looks like one of those sacrifice tables you see in horror movies.”
“Is this all you’ve got to show us, Mr Priapus?”
Hesta laughed, and said, “Who would build a place like this all the way up here? And why?”
“Privacy,” he suggested.
Laughing, they walked to the other side of the main hall, and were surprised to find two complete rooms, .separated by a short corridor No roof on the left hand room, but the right hand room had half a ceiling. These were really the most substantial remains of the whole temple..”Did Sakis say how old this was?” Hesta asked.
“He said a thousand years. It’s held up pretty well if that’s true.”
In the main hall they had been exposed to the direct sun, and were now hotter than ever. “Can we go and get a cooler now?” Hesta pleaded.
Without too much delay they were naked and splashing each other in the wonderfully cold water. The falls weren’t quite high enough to make a complete shower, but by crouching it was possible to get a similar effect. Soon their cooled hands were moving over each others bodies, and their laughs and giggles became grunts of pleasure.
Hesta leaned right down to kiss the purple head of his rising erection, while his fingers trailed over her breasts, before sliding into the fuzz between her legs.
Without any discussion or agreement they came out of the water onto a shaded grassy bank, and Jake’s erection slid smoothly into her. “We’re doing it in the open air,” he whispered.
“About time,” Hesta gasped .That moment, she could never explain how sensuous that moment of entry always was, that easy, cosy, thrilling glide of his shaft as it drove into her, large and lovely.
Soon they found their mutual rhythm, which had seemed to come naturally to them from their first encounter. As his shaft thrust up into her, she was heaving her hips to take it, and on the release she flexed her vaginal muscles to encourage the next thrust.
For Jake, these were the best of times, that sheer delight of serving her, of thinking only of her desires. He got so much out of that. This was going to be a special one, he could tell. Whether it was the open air, their freedom, he couldn’t say, but they were going for a long time. He, feeling particularly strong now, might, like Mr Priapus, have a permanent erection. He mumbled this into her ear, before dropping his head to kiss her breasts frantically.
Hesta might have laughed at his comparison but her lower body was so alive, so open, so welcoming of his lusty strokes, that she was unable to respond. More than that, she knew that her body was preparing for a massive orgasm. All her nerve ends from groin to breast were aflame, telling her, she was about to lose all control. As ever, her head began to toss from side to side, uncontrollable.
It was on one of these movements to the right that her eyes were briefly open, and for a second, she saw a figure at the edge of the clearing, watching their cavorting. But her rising passion could not be disturbed, on a second turn in that direction, there was nothing but trees and shadows.
All in her mind, a mind that was almost gone out of her. Jake had drawn his penis back, and now with a mighty thrust he was reaching into her deepest parts, and her whole being burst as she cried out, body gone from her. Her orgasm was like none she could remember, She wanted everything at once, wanted him up inside her, wanted his strength in her mouth, between her breasts, in her anus, where it had never been. Wanted all of it, but was sure that was what she was getting.
Jake was well aware of what was happening to his wife beneath him, and he was able to keep going inside her, a massive piston, which he now admitted could not be erect for much longer, not when it discharged what it was building to discharge. Feeling, and hearing Hesta beneath him, he gave two more rapid long thrusts, and shot everything he had into her.. .
They lay very still, silent for a while, breathing slowly coming back to normal. Hesta felt his penis slip out of her and flop wetly against her thigh, “Big talker,” she sighed.
“Nobody’s perfect.”
“You are,” she said fervently, squeezing his hand, just as she recalled the figure she saw. She told Jake.
He gave her a kindly smile, and looked all around them. “I don’t think so. Any description.”
Hesta had to think. It seemed so silly now, in the silence of this place. “I thought he wore a check shirt.”
“Like mine”
“No, large checks, like—like cowboys wear.” She laughed at how ridiculous that sounded.
.Jake kissed her, “I’ll check the clothes. See if they’ve dried.” He went the short distance to where they’d been laid in the sun, and brought them back. “Not bad,” he said, slipping into his shirt, and passing Hesta her’s.
Pulling on his pants, he came to where Hesta lay, and flopped down beside her, “Wow, I feel just a little knocked out now.”
“Me too,” she replied pulling on her shorts, letting him put his arm around her and snuggling against his chest.
“A little rest and well make our way back.”
“Mm, yes. It’s been a lovely busy day.”
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Hesta woke up startled, not sure what had awakened her. The sun was gone from the sky and the trees around them had darkened. She turned to Jake.
Jake wasn’t there. Worriedly she looked around her, at the trees, at the tumbling water behind her. Where was he?
Tentatively she called, “Jake. Jake. Are you there?”
On her feet now, she walked around the area, calling out again. Jake wouldn’t just leave her. She was positive on that score. Gone to relieve himself? He wouldn’t have needed to move far away for that. Gone back to the ruin? Why would he? She walked that way and glanced towards the stones, and called his name once more. Nothing.
A chill ran through her. Something had happened to him. It had to be that. Had he fallen, knocked himself unconscious maybe? But she couldn’t just search blindly. From the look of the sky the light would be failing shortly. Should she try to find her way back? Get help. Her hands were trembling with the responsibility of doing the right thing.
At that moment she turned to her left, and there standing on the fringe of the pines was a figure. Jake? But she knew automatically that it wasn’t him.
This figure was wearing a checked shirt!
Hesta stood frozen there. Her brain was telling her to run, but her legs wouldn’t obey. Was this the figure she had seen at the height of her orgasm? Had he actually watched that? .If he had, what could be on his mind now?
As that troubling thought hit her, the man took a step away from the trees. He was quite tall, dark skinned, with thick, wild black hair, not unhandsome. In spite of her fear, Hesta couldn’t help noticing the way he was dressed. Nothing wrong with the check shirt, but the baggy pants he was wearing looked totally out of place with his masculine figure. Then he spoke, one single word, in Greek, and Hesta searched her brain to tie it in with the useful vocabulary Jake had tried to teach her before they left.
Got it. He was asking if she was lost. She nodded her head, and tried to indicate that her husband was missing. For just a moment she was aware of his dark eyes moving down over her body and lingering at where her tanned thighs jutted from her shorts. Then he uttered another word, and Hesta recognised that he was asking for the name of the village. “P- Priax.” she stammered.
For just a moment his eyebrows raised, then he turned away and waved for her to follow, pointing a long finger down the mountain. He was leading her back. She could get help for Jake wherever he was. But her big worry now was that night was closing in. The sky was darkening.
After a few yards down a steep slope, her guide called over his shoulder, another questioning word, which Hesta recognised much more quickly. He was asking her name.
“Hesta,” she told him.
At that, his back stiffened, and he stopped walking. Slowly he turned his head and those eyes, seeming brighter now even in the dim light, moved from her face down over the rest of her body. Under his gaze, Hesta felt most uncomfortable. It was as though he was removing first her shirt and then her shorts with his eyes.
But, she was relieved when he turned away, and started walking again. After just a few yards they came to a fork in the path, and to her surprise, he took the left turn which appeared to rise. It did rise, but he must know the way.
It was quite dark now among the trees, and as she staggered behind this man, she was wondering whether she’d have the strength to complete the downward journey, and couldn’t understand how it felt as though they were on an up road that twisted and turned.
Without warning, they were in a clearing, and she felt momentary relief. There had been a clearing that had led onto the mountain. Then, to her horror she saw the entrance to the temple.
They were back at the temple. And night was falling.
Suddenly, she was pushed hard to stagger into the entrance. Half turning, she saw that the black haired man was somehow behind her. And as she stared in fear at his blazing eyes his hand came up to her throat, gripped, and blackness took over.
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There were voices. Giggling voices. Sterner voices. Sweeter voices. Slowly Hesta’s senses returned. There was a sweet odour. There were hands, gentle hands on her skin. Her eyes opened, and at first things were blurred. What had happened? Where was she? Suddenly it all came pouring in on her. The man, the shock of being back at the temple.
Who was touching her? Through the dim light she saw figures clad in white. Female figures. A relief. Was it a hospital? No, this was no bed she lay on. There was a sheet under her but beyond that was hard and bumpy.
As things became clearer she tried to sit up, and realised she was totally naked. She saw her clothes, neatly folded, in the corner of the room. A short figure stood near her feet. . A boy. Not a boy, the stubs of horns in the forehead, an erect little penis, goat legs with cloven hooves, and as he turned away, a tail. She had seen pictures and statues in the museum. A satyr, a young satyr. That’s what he was. The three female figures in white robes had sat back as she moved. These must be nymphs, she told herself. Their faces were mature, not young not old. Please God, make this a dream.
But as she climbed slowly to her feet, she began to realise that there was too much detail, too much sound, too much feeling for it to be a dream. This was the room she’d explored with Jake earlier. The room with no roof, and an empty window space
Iin the open doorway two tall figures stood with their backs to her, as though on guard. Their naked muscular buttocks, were partly covered by a horse tail that grew from the coccyx, and as one turned to view her with lustful eyes, she saw a large semi erect penis that looked human, but which jutted from the lower belly, not the groin. Fully grown satyrs. Part horse, mostly man. Terror began to creep into Hesta’s body. What was set to happen to her?
To avoid the eyes of the two large satyrs, Hesta turned her back and walked to the window. From there she found she was looking out in to the main hall area where she had been with Jake that afternoon. Smaller half goat satyrs were scampering about in the light shed by torches held in the hands of six fully grown satyrs. The dais they had seen earlier was now covered with a red fabric. Overhead the sky was dark and there was a liberal scattering of stars. But there was no moon. And she was thinking of what the old man had told Jake on the previous night. Don’t be caught here after dark. Oh, God save me.
But I’m not a virgin. That was some compensation.
Her eyes turned towards the opposite wall of the hall, and her heart leapt into her throat. Jake was there, also naked. “Jake!” she screamed, but she could see that he was tethered with ropes that stretched his arms above his head, and his ankles were also tied. He struggled wildly when he heard her cry, but there was some kind of gagging across his mouth. On either side of him stood two strapping naked satyrs, penises retracted to show only a large lump. They were holding torches, and at his feet, crouched two white clad nymphs, gazing up at his naked body.
In despair, she turned away, seeking some way to escape. Could she push past the two guards and run to Jake?It looked like a hopeless chance. Yet, she had to do something. So she moved to the doorway, and tried to edge past the naked spear holding satyrs. One immediately moved to block her way, and with a leering grin reached out a hand towards her breast, before the other growled some kind of warning, and the hand dropped. Only the eyes continued the rape of her body.
At that moment a group of five or six small satyrs appeared and were allowed to pass by the guards.. They stood giggling pointing fingers at Hesta’s breasts, as they moved around her, all with penises that, like their legs were, goatlike, and jutted from their lower bodies. One of the nymphs said something to them but they ignored her. A satyr pushed Hesta, and she stumbled backwards, tripping over a second one who had been deliberately crouching behind her. She reached back with her hands to take the shock of her fall, totally exposing her body.
The small satyrs were on her in a flash, laughing and giggling as their small hands stroked at her breasts, small erections pushed against her.One buried his face between her legs and she felt his rough tongue on her thigh. As she screamed, a massive cry came from the two senior satyr, and they were throwing her small attackers to one side, yelling, “Priapus. Priapus.”
There was another word attached to their warning which Hesta did not understand, but her tormentors quickly dispersed and ran giggling into the night, That left the two senior satyrs standing over her, hungrily eyeing every inch of her naked body, their large penises rising oddly from their bellies, so threatening. One spoke gutturally to the other, and they both shook their heads before going back to their position.
. Jake was desperate to know what was happening to his wife. He had been tied up in this position for such a long time. The trouble was he had no idea how he had ended up here. After that glorious session with Hesta, he had lain with her in his arms, until the sound of her breathing told him she was asleep. That relaxed him, because, he guessed, he must have fallen asleep too.
The next thing he was aware of was a sensation of being lifted and floating through the air. As he came to his senses he found that he was being carried, and there was a pair of hands at each of his legs, and a pair under each armpit. The moment he started to struggle, something struck at the back of his neck and he blacked out.
He woke up in this position. The fading light worried him. What had happened to Hesta? Had they just left her? That didn’t seem probable. He knew exactly where he was, and the only difference to this afternoon was the red covering on the dais. He knew something was destined to happen. But it couldn’t involve Hesta, could it? The old man had said it was two virgins. Maybe that is why she had been left, she wasn’t a virgin.
When he had first woken up here, he had struggled against his bonds but to know avail. He had been horrified to see the satyrs, because he recognized what they were immediately. He realized then that there had been no old wives tale told by the old man.
There were only four big satyrs in view at that time, but gradually as the light faded others appeared. And there were the small satyrs, acting like tiny boys. Two actually came across giggling and slapped at his flaccid penis, their cloven hooves rattling on the stone. It would have been a fascinating experience for him if it wasn’t so threatening, and frightening
Having read about satyrs over the years, to have them near him now was a wonder he could do without. Then the nymphs had appeared, charming in white, ageless, but, rather like the smaller satyrs, two of them seemed fascinated by his cock, and had sat at his feet staring at it. He was in some kind of trouble, he knew that. But he thanked God that Hesta had been spared this kind of humiliation.
The shock came as the light started to fade fast. There was a commotion over by the entrance, and when Jake looked his heart sank. Hesta was being dragged, unconscious, into the main hall by two big satyrs, and Jake could not fail to see that it was her, nor could he miss the semi hard erections of both of her captors. “She’s not a virgin. She’s married.” He cried out. Almost immediately, a satyr came and tied some evil smelling material over his mouth.
They had reached the centre of the hall when three nymphs came forward and, as the two satyrs held Hesta up, the nymphs quickly stripped her naked. This was an action which appeared to delight the two satyrs, but a booming voice from somewhere called out an indecipherable warning, but when the voice added, “Hestia! Hestia!” Jake’s chest tightened with fear, as Hesta was carried towards the area where they had found the little room in their innocent afternoon visit.
This was all too cruel. A nightmare that couldn’t be shaken off. How could he convince this deity that he was making a mistake? Jake knew the mythology behind that mispronounced name. The story went that Priapus had a raging desire for the goddess Hestia, and when he found her sleeping he prepared to rape her. But the braying of a donkey awakened Hestia and she was able to escape, leaving Priapus hating donkeys, and unfulfilled in his pursuit of Hestia
. Could it be that Hesta had given him her name, which he had misheard, or which he preferred to mishear? Either way it seemed clear that she would be standing in for the required virgins. He watched that doorway and wished he had x-ray eyes. A small satyr came out, giggling and ran to others. Then there was nothing for a while and Jake became desperate with worry for his wife.
When he heard her yell his name from the window he could have wept with his frustration in being unable to do anything. He struggled so much that the satyr holding a torch, held the flame under Jake’s scrotum, so that he winced at the extreme heat. Then he saw a group of the small satyrs run into the section where Hesta was. Within seconds he heard, much giggling, and she screamed, followed by loud deep warning shouts of “Priapus.” The young satyrs reappeared still giggling and making crude gestures. What had they done to Hesta?
And then, to his greater distress he saw the moon appearing above the trees, flooding the hall with more light than he had ever seen from moonlight.
Hesta lay for a moment after the assault by the small satyrs. Why was she being held? Why was nothing happening? The answer came almost immediately as she saw the light through the window. The moon was rising. This acted like a signal.
First there was a rough call from the other room across the corridor.. Immediately, the three nymphs stood and hurried out and across the corridor. Curious, Hesta stood and looked between the bodies of the two guarding satyrs. What she saw had her drawing a quick intake of breath.
Standing there, upright and powerful looking, was the dark man in the checked shirt, but looking so imperious as the nymphs fawned around him. First they unbuttoned his shirt, and drew it off, with great gentility. This revealed a magnificently muscled chest, far broader and mighty than any of the satyrs possessed. After kissing at his chest in an act of devotion, the nymphs unfastened the waistband on those strange trousers and as he stepped out of them, Hesta could see the strange arrangement there.
There was strapping around his waist holding in a long length of-something that she didn’t want to believe. But as soon as the nymphs released the strapping it sprung into full view. A hugely erect penis, more than a foot in length and with a monstrous girth, so big, so heavy that it pointed out almost straight, instead of upwards. God, what woman could take that? It would tear her apart. This then was the mighty Priapus. And was that frightening erection really permanent?
As she watched, the nymphs continued to place bands of vine and flowers around his head, and across his chest. Occasionally, one or another would lean down and bestow kisses on that massive penis, and the so called minor God stood there proudly accepting the adoration. One last flourishing garland around his member, and he issued some quiet words to the nymphs, indicating towards where Hesta stood. She definitely heard him utter the word ‘Hestia’. Why mispronounce her name?
Talking together the three nymphs came to where Hesta was, and one of them indicated that they wanted her to lie down on the sheet. The nymph made some comment that Hesta did not understand. Well, she wasn’t going to make this easy for them. Already fearful of what was finally intended for her, she shook her head in refusal saying, “I’m no virgin.”
Glances were exchanged between the three and the first one indicated again. For a second time, Hesta shook her head, and the nymph called out. Immediately the two big satyrs came into the room, grabbed Hesta roughly and flung her to the hard ground, where she lay sore and breathless, fearing that the two were going to assault her. But one took her two arms and held them above her head. The other grabbed her feet, and stretched his arms so that her legs were spread wide apart in an obscene posture.
From somewhere, one of the nymphs produced a medium size pot and they kneeled on either side of Hesta. Desperately she tried to ignore the fact that the satyr holding her feet, was able to leer directly into her spread vagina. She saw his large penis rising again, and turned her head to one side. As the nymphs began working on her, Hesta’s terror increased.
She was being prepared for something that involved Priapus, and as far as she could see that could only mean one thing-introduction to that gross penis. It was going to kill her. There could be no other outcome. It was just too long and too wide. Having learned to adore Jake’s penis, she was going to die in terrifying and agonizing circumstances on a monstrous penis.
Tears welled in her eyes. The nymphs’ hands were smearing something sweet smelling on her skin. Those hands were so small, so soft and gentle, and as they moved away from one area it seemed to glow, a not unpleasant sensation. Yes, her skin was beginning to tingle as though connected to a hundred electrodes..
Then she looked up to see the large erection of the satyr who was holding her arms, looming right over her face, and she heard his cruel chuckle, as he exchanged words with his colleague, who also laughed. But those hands , and whatever they were applying, were, almost making her forget her grim situation. Her skin was aflame, as though under .a thousand caresses. The hands had worked over her whole body, neck, shoulders, breasts, oh yes, marvelous on her breasts, hips, belly, thighs and legs. All bathed in an excitement that was preparing her -for what? As the nymphs moved around she assumed that it was all finished. But she was wrong.
The nymph who appeared to be the leader, leaned over her thighs, while another crouched directly opposite. Hesta had observed during this massaging that both satyrs had maintained their erections. And as she raised her head, she was stunned to see the unoccupied nymph reach out and grasp, in both small habds, the erection of the satyr who was staring up into her open vagina. Her hands still coated in whatever juices they had applied to her body were now working furiously at the big penis, and the satyr closed his eyes in ecstasy.
Behind her head she heard a little moan, and, turning her head she saw the other satyr being serviced in the hands of the third nymph. All three nymphs were smiling at each other.
Hesta had pondered on how old they looked. In spite of the white gowns their bodies looked youthful, yet the faces held a maturity which could have been of centuries, which they no doubt were..
Now the nymph holding the jar of unguent, dipped her fingers into it, and those fingers went directly onto her vaginal area, causing Hesta to gasp with the shock of it. Back and forwards the fingers moved, right along her groove, touching on her clitoris and then back. The nymph held her smile as she worked, and the satyr’s eyes widened as he gazed into her open abyss, although they did blink rapidly under the effect of the hands on his appendage..
A gentle finger moved into the opening of Hesta’s vagina, and that made her jerk, before the finger was removed and the nymph dipped her hand into the jar once more. This time she moved directly to Hesta’s vaginal opening, one finger entered her, moved around, coating her inner walls, before being joined by a second finger, and a third. Hesta could not stop her body from squirming as her vaginal walls were bathed in a delicious heat. Both satyrs tightened their grip as she flinched. Was that a fourth finger, inside her. Oh, oh, no. She tried to look down and could only see the nymph’s wrist moving in and out.
The nymph’s whole slender hand was inside her, smearing her very depths.
Hesta experienced the movement of all the fingers. She knew her own natural juices had been set flowing, despite her reluctance to have that happen. She didn’t want to enjoy it. But , God help her, her insides were aglow. Then, slowly, very slowly, the hand was withdrawn. And for a moment she felt empty.
The satyr holding her legs grunted something, and, to Hesta’s utter humiliation, the nymph held her hand out under his nose. He sniffed at it eagerly, and then, to her total shame and disgust, the satyr began licking and sucking at the hand, his eyes gloating in Hesta’s direction. He was tasting her, lapping at her personal juices, sucking avidly at each finger. It was like some kind of rape.
Even as she watched she saw his head thrown back, as the nymph handling him began to pump furiously with both hands, and Hesta knew he was about to ejaculate. Fearfully, she tried to move, not wanting his white stuff all over her belly.
But the nymph holding him was clearly under instructions, and she pointed his pulsing erection towards the side as it began to spurt. Not white stuff. It was green! How disgusting was that? Behind her, she heard the other satyr beginning to succumb, and from the corner of her eye, she saw more green stuff spurting out over the ground.
She would have been sickened in normal circumstances, but inside her, the applications by the nymph were beginning to have an effect. Her vagina was on fire, such flaring heat. She felt her vaginal walls seeking something to pull on. Oh, how she longed for Jake to be here and plunging his darling penis into her. But fearfully she knew that this preparation was aiming her towards a very different fate. Where are you, Jake?
At that moment Jake had just undergone not dissimilar treatment. For a long time the two nymphs had sat at his feet, gazing up at his limp cock. Their old/young faces showed no emotion. They had just stared, as Jake worried about the silence from the room where he didn’t want to imagine what indignities were being heaped on Hesta.
Bu then, the moon had loomed from beyond the trees, and the moment the hall became bathed in its light, the two nymphs had moved towards him. Each reached out a hand to stroke at his flaccid cock. They got no reaction. Jake was relieved that his present state of worry about Hesta moved him a long way from getting an erection.
His scrotum was stroked gently, pulled roughly, without any result. Both hands stroked his cock with infinite gentility. One moved in, took his limp member, placed it in her mouth and began sucking on it, almost frantically. Jake was proud of himself, and maybe, just a little surprised, that his cock did not respond. But his mind was just too full of fear for his wife. Who could respond in such circumstances?
One of the satyrs called out and although their language was distorted from the Greek he knew, Jake could tell he was inviting the nymphs to service him instead. Ignoring the satyr, the two nymphs drew back from Jake, and whispered together. Then one of them darted away towards where Hesta was being imprisoned.
Watching her go, Jake had looked across the hall area, and, despite his distracted situation, he saw that the rising of the moon must have triggered some kind of general orgy. To his right two large satyrs standing upright were ramming into a nymph, one front, one rear. On her face was a beatific smile.
Jake worried about what the nymph might be doing in there, but within seconds she was hurrying back, clutching a small jar. There was a big grin on her face. Her partner wriggled closer to Jake, until she was looking up at his scrotum.
As the other settled beside her, and they each dipped their fingers into the jar, Jake could see, over in a far corner, a nymph had her gown thrown over her face, as she was held down and three or four goat satyrs were being encouraged to poke their mini erections into any orifice they could find. Howls and giggles rose from that corner. But worriedly he saw a yellow substance on the fingers of his nymphs, as they sat level with his cock. Their fingers began smearing the strange paste all over his cock and scrotum. They rubbed until none of the paste could be detected on him.
Both of them leaned back and watched him, or rather watched his cock. What the hell was the game here? Almost concurrent with that thought, he was aware of his scrotum heating up, the way a muscle ointment will heat up the skin. But then, within seconds he could almost feel the blood pounding into his cock, and without any lapse of time, it moved through semi erect to full, hefty erection, the kind that Hesta had been so proud to produce in him. Maybe more so, for it felt to be pointing to the skies for attention.
Without further hesitation, both nymphs were clutching at it eagerly, laughing with delight, as they ran their lips and tongues up and down his whole length. To his disgrace he felt grateful for their attention.
In no time one of them closed her mouth totally around his cock and sucked him right to the back of her throat. God, so deep, even Hesta hadn’t managed that kind of acceptance of his length. The other one pushed her companion aside and took him slowly back into her throat, while her tongue lavished his length. Impossible but, he actually longed to have his hands free to pull their heads onto him further. .
All around the hall, couples, satyr and nymph, were actively servicing each other. Nymphs straddled rampant satyrs, sucked at their large erections, or lay under a satyr, being moved backwards by his thrusts, while another satyr waited his turn. By the entrance area,one nymph was waking three large satyrs, all at the same time..
His two nymphs played and sucked him for a long time, taking his cock from their mouths to lick the head, and poke their tongue into the little slit. At one point, one of them had him way down her throat, while the other was mouthing his balls.
Jake wondered if he would ever ejaculate. He was shamed by the utter pleasure he was having. Suddenly, he became aware of the very familiar pounding in his scrotum, feeding into his throbbing cock, and with a cry, muffled by his gag, he was pouring out down the throat of one of them, who instantly removed his spurting member to pass to her partner who took it deep, sucking and sucking.
Jake couldn’t imagine how he could have so much to give, as his cock was passed like a baton between the two, and they each took ready shares of what his dear wife would have called his ‘white stuff’ . They took it in the mouth, in the throat, where it was swallowed into the belly, and in exchanging, it trailed across their faces
At last his cock slowly sagged, and dropped from the mouth of the current recipient. The two old/young faces exchanged looks disappointed, wiped their faces on their gowns and turned as the two guards on either side called to them. Without delay, one went to the left and took the large penis in her mouth, while the other moved to the satyr on the right. He doused his torch and lifted her onto his erection, where she bobbed contentedly. Jake took in a shuddering breath. All around him was a scene of utter debauchery, and he had been part of it
From somewhere there came a weird horn sound. Something was about to happen. All around him there was rapid movement, mostly attempts to complete the intercourse that had been taking place. On his left the nymph drew her mouth back form the satyrs cock. What the hell was that green dribbling from her chin, and still spurting from the satyr’s end? Green cum? Jake felt sick. But knew deep inside that what was about to happen would be much harder to take. Was he going to be able to watch this?
Two small satyrs appeared and looped rope through rings on each corner of the dais. Then they went and stood at the opposite corners at the back. They turned their heads towards the rooms. Waiting.
Inside, the three nymphs stood up, and Hesta saw them hesitate, until a rough call came from across the corridor. They nodded at the two satyrs, and Hesta felt herself being lifted , under the shoulders and behind her legs, before being hoisted above the heads of the two creatures. She was carried from the room, and out into the bright moonlight. Her head turned to where she knew Jake was tied. She wanted to cry out to him, but she knew that would upset him. This terror had to be met on her own. Yet her whole body simmered with an unwilling urgency. Her vagina pulsing beyond her control.
Jake watched as the procession came through the door. Two nymphs in front, one at the rear, and between them, her naked body held to the sky by two satyrs, his darling wife. He saw her look, her face distraught, but she didn’t call out. She must know what awaited her. Such a brave lady. Tears rolled on his cheeks.
As the procession reached the dais, the two satyrs lowered Hesta into a sitting position on the edge. As one of them parted her legs, and the other laid her back holding her hands over her head, the two small satyrs came forward and bound her ankles to the rings. The satyr standing between her legs stepped to one side, without ever taking his eyes off what he had exposed. Jake was sickened to see her sex totally open to all eyes.
Both small satyrs took a quick peek before scuttling on goat’s legs to the rear where each took an arm from the satyr holding them. In the end, Hesta was completely spread-eagled, her ankles tied and each arm held wide by a small satyr. The stage was set.. Seeing his wife completely bare and available to whatever indignity might fall to her, had Jake struggling desperately with his bonds. All to no avail.
From somewhere there must have been a signal, for in a second all the remaining torches were extinguished and the scene was lit only by the power of the full moon. Had that light source ever been so revealing?
Hesta’s emotions were in turmoil. Foremost, was the terror of what she had faced and would be facing. There was the despair that Jake would be suffer just by seeing this, and the shame of having her body so exposed, epitomised by the expression on that satyr’s face as he parted her legs for a second time, and looked as though he’d like to bury his face in her. It was a look that cried, “I’ve tasted your juices.” Even the small satyrs had stared at her opening.
Yet in spite of all these hateful sensations, her body, her skin, her vaginal passage were screaming for fulfillment. This was wrong, but she had been treated to have this feeling. There was nothing she could do about it.
When the torches were extinguished, she knew that her time had come. There was a a deathly silence. Clearly, all satyrs and nymphs present knew the significance of this moment.
A single torch, held by a tall satyr suddenly appeared from the direction of the rooms. Turning her head, she saw the tall dreaded figure emerge through the doorway. Wide of chest, decorated in floral and vine drapes, he stood there, that enormous member, pointing, Hesta was convinced, directly at her.
Priapus turned to face the moon, held out his arms and roared loudly and triumphantly. Then he strode strongly and purposefully towards where Hesta was spread for him, and as he walked he was chanting, “Hestia. Hestia.”
With his first view of Priapus, Jake had choked on his gag. He had read tales, had heard talk, seen pictures, but this massive cock was beyond anything within his imagination. In absolute anguish he watched, knowing, for certain, that he was about to see his darling wife die, skewered on this impossible erection. Through the gag he tried to cry out, “She is not your Hestia. She is my Hesta.”
Hesta had wanted to close her eyes as Priapus came nearer. But this could not be shut out, and the nearer it got the more threatening that gross phallus became. It was like a huge gnarled tree trunk. He stood close to her head, allowing his member to fall across her throat, as one hand stroked over each breast, and he kept up his murmuring , “Hestia.Hestia.”
With the state of her skin, the touch of his coarse hand on her breast was devastating, as his fingers played with her nipple. This was wrong, she shouldn’t be having these spasms of joy. These sensations were for Jake alone.
Now his hand held his member in front of her face. Terrified,. Hesta could see the huge girth of it, a monstrosity of malformed proportions, and the purple/maroon of the head, pointed, almost like an arrow, was the broadest part of the whole thing, and filled her with dread, yet an unwanted curiosity.
He leaned over her now, and his thick lips set in an almost handsome face, sought hers. Hesta knew she should be turning away, but there was something, was it just the lotion that covered her, drew her on, and her tongue was mingling with the incredible roughness of his. Her head spinning she managed to pull away, but there was a smile on his lips.
“S’agapao, Hestia.” he said, as he reached out and took her right hand from the satyr.
Hesta’s heart turned over. This is what Jake often said to her, during there time together, “I love you.” And wasn’t he now holding her hand like some lover.
For Jake, watching in a mix of fear and confusion, it was just unbelievable.. This monster was actually making love to his wife. He had kissed her, and worse, she had appeared to enjoy it. He had held her breast, which she didn’t appear to resent, and had uttered those magic words that he had translated and used in their most intimate moments. Now he was holding her hand, or was he? For even as Jake watched Priapus had placed her hand on his gigantic member, and was encouraging her to move it along the whole length. Stop this!
Hesta had froze at the moment he had placed her hand on his erection. Under his guidance, she was feeling the whole rough power in it, was aware of the blood pounding through it.. Now she was really uncertain of what to do. Keep him happy, was that a good idea? Go along with this whole charade? Already she had found that her hand could not give a total grip around this thick rod, and as she was pondering her next move, Priapus bent and started kissing and licking at her breasts.
Now this was dangerous territory for her. Already her skin was aflame. His tongue was rough in the way a cats tongue is rough, and the sensations it was giving , as he licked at her nipples were frankly frightening, because she knew deep in her heart that she should not be feeling this euphoria..
Jake was in purgatory. Seeing Hesta stroking that thing, he could at least tell she was uncertain. But when Priapus kissed her breast, even in the moonlight he could recognise that look on her face, that look of rising passion when he was stimulating her.
Hesta felt Priapus take her hand off his member, and pass it back to the satyr. He raised himself so that his penis once more lay at Hesta’s throat. He half turned and spoke to one of the nymphs, and she moved beside him, took hold of the erect penis and kissed it firmly around its arrow shaped, yet bulbous head. The nymph’s tongue licked with a wide tongue all around that huge head.
After performing that act, the nymph’s next action horrified Hesta. The head of the erect giant penis was held to Hesta’s lips. No, she couldn’t perform this act. This was the act that only Jake had rights to. But the nymph was looking at her with pleading eyes, and she could almost read her mind. If Hesta did not repeat what she had just done, then the nymph was going to suffer in some way.
Don’t do this, please, Hesta. Jake knew that his fears could not reach her, and he saw her hesitation, but then there seemed to be looks exchanged between Hesta and the nymph. In utter disbelief he saw Hesta place her lips on the head of this torpedo of a cock. Something close to fury hit him, when her tongue quickly followed, and repeated what the nymph had done. Don’t take it in, it will kill you. But that wasn’t going to happen, for he heard Priapus say out loud, “S’agapao akomi.” She would recognize that, wouldn’t she?
Having his penis head under her tongue had not been the best of experiences for Hesta. There had been a strange indefinable taste. Anyway, she had done it, proved by what he had said next. That was something Jake would say jokingly to her when she had made some minor mistake, like burning the toast, or forgetting to buy his favourite sweet, he would say it, and she knew it meant, “I love you still.”
Priapus was really into making love. This, so far, had been no rape, and inside her lower body were unfulfilled longings, that she would normally only have for Jake. She kept telling herself, this was because of the unguent that she had been treated with, rather than any fancy for Priapus. But at that very moment he was allowing his rampant penis to trail over her breasts, and it was electrifying. Twice he did it, clearly knowing the effect it was having on her. Then his penis continued a journey down over her belly, until it was lying across her bush like some great steam train waiting to enter a station.
She couldn’t believe that his actions had made her want her hands free to reach for him, or maybe for anything. For,, he had stepped around where her left knee was tied, to stand between her gaping thighs. Raising her head, she saw him looking down into her, and licking his lips. He knelt down and placed his lips and tongue where her clitoris must have been clearly standing out, for he hit it immediately, making her whole body jerk upwards, and just for a moment one of the satyrs lost his grip on her hand. A grip which he quickly regained.
Hesta was almost delirious with need. She felt like she could take the whole world up into her vaginal canal. Yet, in thinking that, part of her brain was telling her that this might be her very last sensation..
Priapus had licked along her whole crevice, and his tongue had poked, tantalizingly into her vaginal opening. God, Hesta knew that her inner walls were so heated, so desperate that they had tried to suck his tongue deeper. Now, he stood up tall looked up at the bright moon, and back down to Hesta, before muttering, once more, “S’agapao, Hestia.”
Jake was watching fearfully. This was the moment. This was the point he had dreaded. It had been hateful watching Priapus run his cock over her delicate body, seeing him crouch to lick out her precious area. Her willing reactions had angered him at first, but then he had realized that, whatever had been used on his cock, something similar may have been done to her, and that made it irresistible for her.
. .But now they were at the point of no return. Priapus was preparing to enter his darling Hesta. There could be no escape. She could never survive that kind of onslaught. Jake estimated that the size of that cock would drive it through cervix, through womb, certainly into mid belly. There was no survival against those odds. Jakes tears started again, and he didn’t want to see, but felt he had little choice.
Hesta didn’t know what she should be feeling. Fear, most certainly, that thing of Priapus was probably going to tear her insides apart. Yet, desperate pulling sensations inside her had not gone away. Her whole body trembled as they went into this final act.
Priapus stroked his own colossal organ proudly, before signaling to the three nymphs who had stood aside the whole time. They came forward apparently well aware of their duties. One took over the holding of Priapus’s swollen appendage, while the other two, one on either side, reached out to pull apart Hesta’s already gaping entry, to reveal more clearly her vagina, wet, heated and ready.
The nymph holding Priapus, pointed the arrow head and moved him forward to Hesta’s vagina. Hesta closed her eyes. Wanting desperately, yet dreading it. Here it came. She felt the first hot touch at her entry, then the pressure as Priapus produced the first thrust. Agony, instant and appalling, as the vast head broke through the tightness of her opening.
Hesta was aware that she had cried out at the pain of it. But he had been reasonably careful, hadn’t he? Much worse than that moment she had lost her virginity to Jake, but more importantly he was inside her, and she could feel her vaginal muscles already working at what they had been longing for. His second thrust brought only delight.
With the third stroke, he was well inside, filling her, immense, but gorgeously hot and her own juices ran once more, as she felt him push on further, and her eager vagina sent out its own welcome messages. With one more stroke she felt him strike against her cervix, and although that sensation was terrific for her, she was wondering what would he do now?
What he did was pull back, hold it, which tantalised her vaginal walls into contorting and heaving at this monster. Then Hesta gasped as he pushed once more to her cervix. Suddenly, Hesta was gone from this world and was whirling in a space that floated her above all care on a wild tide of pleasure. His movements were so measured now. Thrusting in, drawing back, while Hesta’s insides heaved at this massive intruder, this massive, so welcome, intruder..
Thrust after thrust, her pleasure heightened. She had never known such ecstasy. Not even with Jake. And thoughts of Jake brought on a brief moment of guilt, which was instantly swept away by the next thrust. Having this monster inside her had her moaning for more. Through her euphoria she heard Priapus issue an instruction, and the next moment she was aware of fingers unfastening the bonds on her ankles.
This was ideal for her. With her legs free she could lift her pelvis to meet every stroke he made, and she was able to clench herself tightly around the heaving pole that filled her.
Sensation after sensation ran through her whole lower body, her vagina was only a starting point for wave after wave of delight. She heard a female voice screaming out a demanding cry, but in ecstasy, and realised it was her own voice.
She looked up into his face, and it looked bloated, full, both wild and puzzled. Something was going to happen. Something had to happen. Trembles were racking her body. She was going over an edge, that would plummet her into a wonderful oblivion, but as her vagina walls gave another upward heave on his throbbing member, he thrust hard against her cervix, too hard really. She pulled her hips back, before she heard his grunting, and felt him pulsing, pulsing inside her. Hesta heard his triumphant roar, and knew, with total surety, that his white stuff was pouring through her cervix, and that alone was enough to drive her over that edge into rapturous elation. She was floating, squealing, lost in total orgasm.
Her tortuous, frantic twisting tore her hands free from both satyrs, but she was too far gone to take any advantage from it. She could only lie, vaguely aware that Priapus’s large erection was still moving inside her. Rapturous.
More threatening, suddenly, out of her salacious state, she realised that her legs were being lifted up onto Priapus’s shoulders. Although still misty from what she had just experienced, she knew something about this position. Jake and she had tried it a few times, and it was, she was certain, for maximum penetration.
Suddenly alarmed and aware, she pushed herself up on her elbows, and looked into the face of Priapus. His erection, that permanent erection, was active inside her, and he was drawing it back, and back, readying for his full length push into her insides. Was that really going to happen to her?
That one look into his face told her it was. His head nodded as though in agreement with her assessment, but it was the dark eyes that really told her. They were regretful, sad, strangely red in the moonlight, and bore the look of someone who doesn’t want to do what his reputation demanded..
He had placed his rough hands on her hips, all set to pull her forcefully into a special agony. Struggling was pointless. Satyrs were nearby eager to put their hands on her. In despair at the utter futility, she closed her eyes.
Jake could not come to terms with the action he had been watching. Hesta, his beloved wife, had been violated, or so it had seemed at first. He had cringed at that first cry of pain as the monstrous cock must have ploughed into her. After that, all he could see were her spread legs, and the muscular buttocks of Priapus. But Jake could tell by the movement of those buttocks, that the thrusts into his wife were controlled thrusts.
Then two nymphs stepped forward on either side, and began loosening the ropes that tied Hesta’s ankles. Instantly freed her knees raised and appeared to grip at either side of Priapus.
There were two sounds, that Jake could make out, one was the grunts from Priapus. But that other sound deadened his spirit, the noises that he knew so well. The whimpering gasps from Hesta as she neared orgasm. She was being pleasured he could tell.. But even that did not hit him as hard as what he heard next.
That loud screeching, pleading cry from his wife, “Fuck me! Oh, yes!”
Jake just could not take that in. Hesta had never used any of the sexual vulgarisms, it had always been one of the loveable traits about her. Was she really aware of that word leaving her lips? Priapus had raised his head to the sky and given an animal roar, as his buttocks flexed rapidly. Had he come inside her? The sheer frustration seeped into Jake’s soul.
On either side of Priapus’ buttocks Jake could just detect the wild movement of Hesta’s hips, and saw the two satyrs stagger back as her passionate spasms tore her hands free. Now she was still, but Priapus’s buttocks still twitched. But what he saw next had him yelling behind his gag.
The two nymphs had each taken hold of Hesta’s ankles, and had placed them on Priapus’s shoulders. Jake knew exactly what this was for. Deeper penetration.
As if confirming his great fear, one of the nearby satyr’s told the other one, “He has given her love. Now he must pay her to Zeus. She will take all of it.”
Anxiety crushing him, he, at last, had a glimpse of Hesta’s face as she sat up to look at Priapus, and what she saw there had made her close her eyes in despair. Jake saw Priapus’s buttocks draw back, ready for that killer thrust. Oh, God, no!
Could it have been fate? Chance? Luck? Yes, definitely some of that. Who could say? But it was at that precise moment, as Priapus was poised to skewer Hesta on his monster prong, that a dark cloud moved over the moon. There was only total blackness.
Hesta’s whole body had been clenched awaiting that final agony. But, suddenly, her legs dropped down, unsupported. The penis that had been filling her, was no longer in her vagina, which now felt strangely empty, deserted. Opening her eyes she could tell the moon had disappeared and at first she could see nothing in the total darkness. She sat up, blinked her eyes in an attempt to adjust to the dark.
Nothing within her sight. No satyrs, no nymphs, no Priapus. Getting to her feet she was asking herself, had she dreamt it all? As she moved her legs, the sheer discomfort in her lower body told her it was no dream. Something fluid ran down her leg. Blood? She scooped with one finger, and brought it up close to her eyes. Not blood, it was white. His stuff? Her body trembled, as she felt the first drops of rain touch her skin.
Then, her senses becoming more alert, she peered through the darkness to the opposite wall, and saw the vague white figure spread there. Jake! She moved to run to him and called his name. Running was not easy, it only emphasized the soreness between her legs. Jake hadn’t answered. Was he-?
Hesta quickened her pace. Damn you, Priapus. Damn you, for everything. For filling me with fear, for filling me, full stop. For making me enjoy it, damn you.
As she fearfully approached Jake, she saw his head move. Thank God. Closer and she saw the gag. Then she was against him, naked body to naked body. “Oh, Jake, is it over? Is it really over?”
His muffled response reminded her that he was still gagged. Her mind still wasn’t functioning rationally.. She removed the gag, and Jake smacked his lips together, before asking, “How are you? Wait. Just untie me.”
With fumbling intensity she unfastened his bonds, all the time wondering, what he had seen. Had he observed all of her shame? How was it going to effect their relationship? The moment his last bond fell free, Jake bent, pulled her up, and held her. She was sure that it was affection in his eyes, and standing close together, in normal circumstances, both naked, skin on skin, it would have been the precursor to lovemaking. Now, they just stood together, savouring the ssecurity of the. moment.
“What happened?” she asked, at last. “Where did everything go?”
She felt Jake shrug, “I can only think it had to be the moon. They needed the light of the moon, and when that disappeared so did they.”
“But they were mythical creatures. How did they-”
She heard a bitter chuckle from Jake, “Oh, don’t ask me. Did they feel mythical to you? I’ve always thought that myths might have some basis in reality.”
Hesta wondered if there was anger in his voice, but then he said, “Let’s get dressed.”
Rain was still just an occasional drop, but flashes of lightening and distant thunder, indicated there would be more. Without to much bother, they found their clothes inside the twin rooms, and put them on. By the time they’d done that the rain was falling seriously.
“Across the corridor,” Jake told her. “Remember there’s a portion of roof, remaining.”
Thunder sounded closer, as they sat huddled close together under the shelter of the meager roof remnant.
“Jake, I need to talk about it. Talk it out of my system,” Hesta had thought about this, wanted to know that everything was going to be all right between them.
“Wouldn’t you rather rest?” When she shook her head, he hugged her, and went on, “Then tell me about what happened in here. The other-” He paused, “—we’ll leave for later.” He wanted to add ‘much later’, not sure he wanted to hear her version of that part at all.
Head on Jake’s chest, Hesta began talking. At times Jake came in with worried questions, especially when she mentioned the satyr guards. She reassured him that apart from their eyes they had not bothered her. He didn’t like her description of the five young satyr attack, or the reaching into her vagina by the hand of the nymph. And he was furious at the image of the satyr licking at that hand.
Eventually, with the rain pouring down and lightening flashing followed by clashes of thunder, Jake suggested they get some sleep. “First thing tomorrow we’ll start back.”
Hesta was sure she would not be able to sleep, fearing that if the storm passed the moon might return. Jake reassured her that it was after midnight.
Relaxed by that, Hesta closed her eyes. Jake snuggled her into him, still bothered by what he had seen her going through, but soon, they were both asleep.
Next morning they descended much quicker than they had climbed, and they reached the village before noon.. .In the tavern, Sakis was keen to know what had happened to them. Jake got away by saying they got lost, and had found shelter.
All Hesta wanted was a shower. She stood under the water, and soaped herself thoroughly, concentrating between her legs. It was still uncomfortable down there, and she was just a little concerned about the unusual churning low down in her belly. Had some damage been done? But that giant penis had not been as deep as it might have been.
Back in the room, she dropped the towel tht covered her, “Were you terribly disappointed in my reactions, Jake. That ointment, or whatever it was, had such a strange effect. I-”
Jake was naked too, having been preparing for his shower. He went to her now, and put his arms around, and placed a finger over her lips. “Shh—I know all about their lotions.” And he told her about the nymphs and what they had done to him.
Jake had debated with himself whether he should tell her what she had yelled when she was on the verge of orgasm. Maybe some day. That kind of information might make her feel more guilty.
Mid afternoon they were driving away from their desperate experience in Priax. Hesta had been grateful, in one sense, to hear that Jake knew what that ointment could do, but at the same time, she hated the idea of others tasting him. But these others weren’t actual women, were they? Then Jake said something really sensible, “Someday, well into the future, we will talk about all the things that happened last night.”
Only two things remained on Hesta’s mind. Why did she have this strange quirkiness deep in her insides? And what would things be like when she and Jake next made love?