Korinthia Koire

1. The Bound Witch

I died.

It was the only explanation I could fathom back then as to what I became. We had all heard the stories, if one died a violent death or perished with the burden of some unspeakable sin thent he gods would see fit to curse us and have us rise anew as something inhuman until a hero puts us out of our misery. Of course, there would be no salvation in the form of a hero for the likes of me.

I would say it began as I approached our local prophet, back when I was still something of a human. Long ago, at a crossroads just outside our village, someone had seen fit to erect a hekataion, the triple maidens facing out to each road. As a youth I would frequently see offerings left there by travellers, hoping to appease the most mysterious of goddeses. But over time the hekataion grew weathered, less tended and the offerings more sparse. After one particularly bad storm, it slumped to one side, too stubborn to completely topple.

Then the one we called the Bound Witch came.

None knew where she came from, she seemingly appeared overnight. Word reached the village of a crazed woman, tied naked to the hekataion with the most complex and mind-warping knots. Her arms were tied behind her and her legs kept open so to as constantly display her sex to those passing by. She wore a strange, leather blindfold covered in runes and spurned all attempts to release her until people grew accustomed to the strange creature. She never seemed to eat or drink and could be found there in perfect health no matter the weather.

In time, people saw her as an avatar of Hekate herself and thought to leave offerings once more, the witch would laugh at their efforts and promise them nothing. That was, until it was learned she accepted offerings of semen. Men began to partake of her open loins and in turn she would whisper advice or visions to them that would change their lives, though not always for the better. Women would come and tip vials of seed into her open mouth, in trade for her wisdom.

I was such a woman. Clutching a hard earned vial I approached our depraved version of the Delphinic Oracle. The sun was setting and people were retiring to their homes after their day’s labour, the perfect time not to be seen. I walked up the worn path and advanced to the crossroads. The witch had been there for a handful of years at this point, but this was the first time I approached her alone. She still looked every bit the same as when she was first discovered. Her grey hair fell around her ample breasts, and her loins glistened with the dampness of arousal.

Her face snapped to me, as though she could see me through her blindfold, “Ah, Pithos, you are here unattended at last.”

I halted, thinking she had mistaken me, “My name is not Pithos.”

She cackled, “Oh but it is, Apollo has Pythia, we have you, it is what you shall be and what you shall embrace. You are the reason I was placed here, after tonight I can finally return home.” Her body shuddered with longing.

I swallowed dryly, unsure of myself, “I, I have what you like. I need your advice.”

“You fear your husband is cheating on you and wish him back?”

Feeling that ache in y chest grow I mumbled, “Yes.”

“Mortal problems for mortal people. A pithos like you should concern herself only with being full.” She sneered, “Yet you are to be different from the others, that is why I am here, for the goddess has taken note of you.”

I stepped back, this was not how I had imagined it going, though I was not sure exactly what I expected, “I don’t understand.” I held up the vial, “Do you want this?”

“I shall partake of nothing from you. It is you who must partake of me.” She pushed her waist forwards slightly, indicating her dripping labia. “To become of us, drink from the chalice.”

Wincing, I stepped back again, “You want me to-”

“Partake of us, and be as us. Or do you wish to return to mundanity? The choice is still yours. But know this, your husband is indeed weary of you and you shall be crushed like the ants you are soon enough. Unless you drink of us.”

Looking around me to ensure no one was watching, I edged closer to the witch. I lowered myself between her thighs and inched myself closer to her vulva. I brushed my lips against her and started back. The witch hissed, “Be not coy child, drink!”

Taking a deep breath, I kissed her there, flicked out my tongue. The moment her fluids touched my taste buds my body convulsed with delight, there is no sufficient way to describe the hot flavour of her. All restraint left me and I pressed my lips to her greedily, my tongue lapping at her nectar as my own loins grew wet with excitement. A subtle heat crept along inside me, my breasts felt as though they were swelling. My mind and sight melted into a haze. As though from a distance, I heard the witch, “Pithos, you shall be more as you are less, let none have you see yourself as merely lowly, for you are and you are not.”

Then I was struck with vision. I saw the Bound Witch’s home, just as I knew that it was to eventually be my home, a place of infinite wondrous torment that I would dedicate my earthly existence towards for the thrill of the doom it offered. Screaming as I felt my sanity falter, all became black.

I awoke to see a beautiful face over me, a face I had helped create, “Mother?”

Groggily, I rose with my daughter’s aid. I reached out and placed a hand against the hekataion for support. When my hand touched upon cold stone I realised the prophetic witch was missing, “The Bound Witch? Where did she go?” Not for years had she left that spot, it was jarring now to see the crossroads so vacant.

“She probably ran away.” My daughter said, breathless and tear streaked, “Our village is being attacked. My husband and father sent me to find you. We are to hide in the woods.”

Only then did I hear the distant clamour of battle. A strange ache remained in my loins, one that would only grow in time until it drove me mad and drove all my actions. I made towards the village. My daughter gripped my arm, “Where are you going? We must flee.” I pulled myself from her grip and silently returned to the village, uncertainly, she followed after.

By the time we returned it was already over. The locals had been no match for the experienced slavers. Our homes burned as the raiders emptied them of what little valuables we had. People I had known all my life were led away in chains. Some of the raiders celebrated with the pilfered wine we had stored. Terror should have filled me, but in my vision I had seen worse things, wonderful things, that made this a mere trifle in comparison. Instead I felt only the aching insistence of my loins that suffused my body in warmth.

“Mother?” My daughter asked fretfully.

I smiled at her, feeling my maternal passion twist into something deeper, grander and more taboo. I stepped towards the drunken raiders and with a strength I did not know I tore open my dress to reveal my breasts, grown larger since partaking of the witch. I gave the invaders a lascivious smile, “Well, whose cock am I sucking first?”

2. Anthesteria

3 years later…

Those who knew me said I could usually be found sucking cock in the back alleys of Piraeus. This was not an entirely true statement, as I often did more gagging and choking than any sucking. Men had a tendency to ram their dicks down my throat the moment I put my lips to them, my touch ever bringing the beast out of even the most docile of clients. I welcomed such acts, for it was only during the most lurid and hardest of tricks that I would sometimes be gifted with visions. It was during the days of Choës, the pouring, the second day of a three day festival to Dionysus, and the peak of the celebration, when another fleeting vision struck me.

I was gagging on a client’s phallus with some urgency. For the ritual was to begin soon and I had to make my way to the Agora swiftly if I wanted to break my way through the crowds to witness it. However, I was pornai first and foremost, and I could no more reject a customer than you could food or water. My pornoboskós had allowed me out of the brothel to work the streets that I may watch the event, and I intended to return with plenty of obols to prove that the streets was where I am best suited.

I grabbed his thighs and pushed my face forward, taking the full length of his phallus down my throat, my body shuddering in delight as it always did went put to such use, inhuman as it is. I choked and gagged as he gripped my hair and slid in and out of my face, but these uncomfortable convulsions was my body reacting to tease the semen out of him, I learned long ago I had no real need to breathe. I felt the warmth of my saliva dripping onto my tits as I slobbered over his member. My eyes rolled back as he grew rougher in his thrusting, my mind going blank from the ecstasy it brought.

And after many months I was struck with vision once more. It was a familiar one, a city aflame, me dancing and laughing as monsters gathered to drag me to their unearthly den in Hades, their talons fondled me and I welcomed their advances. But I danced not alone this time, someone else was there dancing with me. Who?

Slamming back into reality, I gave a choking whimper as he ejaculated down my throat. Swallowing, my body grew hot and only more aroused. I gasped as he removed himself, flipping a coin down to me before making his way back to the crowds to partake in the abundance of wine and music. I carefully put the obol into the pouch at my waist, the belt holding this and my sandals being the only things I could stand to wear.

I smiled as I made my way to the Agora, seeing the footsteps I had left earlier. My sandals were common amongst the pornai, leaving the words ‘Follow Me’ in the mud. As though my nakedness were not clear invitation enough. I hurried on, pressing through the crowds of merry makers, the throng becoming thicker as I got closer to the Agora.

I thought I would not be able to find a decent viewing position, that I had left it too late and would not be able to press closer. However, I boldly pushed my way amidst of group of drunken young men, who began to make lurid comments at me. I ignored them and, seeing I had just made it in time, watched keenly.

I thought, perhaps, that I might be a cursed creature of Dionysus, or his frenzied mother Thyone, if not Hekate, if not Aphrodite Pandemos. I had little understanding of what I was exactly back then, and would not learn much more until I met the child-killer later.

The Agora proper had been kept clear, a bed set up as an altar at the centre. Lying there naked save for the expensive cosmetics, was the basilinna, husband to the archon. Around her were the fourteen gererai, priestesses dedicated to the drunken god, chanting hymns and holding torches as incense perfumed the air. One gererai was blood-stained from the animal sacrifices made earlier. A sole man came forwards, dressed in fine robes, the basilinna opened her legs to him, enticing him to remove his robes. He descended upon her and the rutting began.

Everyone watched in silence, the musical voices of the gererai lending weight to the beauty of it. I watched jealousy, wishing I were the one everyone was watching, wishing they could admire my skill in the bedchamber publicly and praise me for it. Instead I was but a cheap pornai in the docks of Athens.

As the ritual went on the drunk men I had intruded upon began to fondle me, brushing my arms, squeezing my breasts, touching my thighs and deeper still. I kept my focus on the ritual, but my body instinctively leaned into them, inviting further exploration. I fought to concentrate as I grew wet with the knowledge that I would be gangbanged shortly, my vulva impatient for more. But with a great strength of will I delayed it, even as I felt fingers creep into my rectum, and continued to admire the spectacle with the others.

Applause, as the two climax during the crescendo of the hymn, completing the ancient rite. “This Korinthian Koire wants it bad.” One of the men groping me jokes with his friends. Korinth was a city I had heard of a lot about of late, being famed not only for its prosperity but apparently for its loose women and large number of prostitutes also. There were also darker rumours surrounding that place, but nothing I took as serious back then. I allowed the group to take me to a more solitary area and have their way with me.

On the way back to the docks of Piraeus I passed a scuffle between sailors. One group had been jeering at those who had come from the res publica and had graffitied their vessel, many saw Rome as the source of many of the current financial woes the people of Archaea faced and supported Carthage in the war the republic faced. Such politics and intrigues meant little to me, but it was something my pornoboskós fretted and spoke of frequently, blaming it on his decreasing income.

I entered the brothel and went up stairs to his office, nodding to the guards there and winking as I allowed myself in. Skartosa was every bit the administrator and was busy looking over his parchments when I entered. He only looked up when I tossed the pouch on the desk, “Twenty three obols, the most I’ve earned in a day for months. I think this proves my point?”

Tutting, Skartosa opened the pouch and let the coins fall out, “It’s the Anthesteria Pithos, here or out there you would have had a hard time not earning more than usual with all the wine being shared around.”

Trying not to let my ire show, I leaned over his desk, letting my breasts swing in the vain hope of alluring him. Skartosa’s lust was very much for his wealth however, and I was little more than a lucrative asset to him, “I belong out there, sucking dick in the urine soaked alleys under the open sky, not closeted in a room spreading my legs on a mouldering straw mattress.”

“And as I said before,” Skartosa sighed, “It would not make a difference. It is different today with the celebration, but once over you will find business slow again. “Merchants are growing fretful and are avoiding this area, word is Cathage is losing and, once defeated, the res publica will be casting its eye for a new opponent. They will no doubt look this way. Tension is growing, here you are sheltered, under the protection of my hired men.”

“Where you can also keep an eye on me.” I added bitterly.

“Enough.” Skartosa waved dismissively, “My decision is final. Now, your daughter has a message for you. Sailors from a recently docked vessel have chipped in to hire you both tonight, so make it quick.”

I considered the argument far from over, but knew better than to press further at that time. I headed back downstairs. On the way to Cyane I passed my quarters, the room I had spent most of the past three years within, ever since being sold to Skartosa by the raiders. Within was the mattress that had seen me perform many depravities. In each room above the mattress was a picture depicting that pornai’s speciality. Mine had been the same as my daughter Cyane’s, now it showed only a smear where I had wiped it, for I considered myself skilled and willing in all acts.

As I reached outside Cyane’s room I heard the sound of striking flesh, grunts and whimpers. I drew aside the curtain and watched as a well built man leaned over the beauty, thrusting into her anus fast and hard. My daughter whimpered under the assault and took it expertly, I watched with pride as she clutched at the sheets moved her hips to better accept him.

As always my heart fluttered as I took Cyane in, her bright blue eyes stark against the kohl. The picture on the wall crudely marked her speciality, depicting two women together, mother and daughter. We were popular with the clients in being able to offer that fantasy as reality, together we had spent the past few years working our bodies, my feelings twisting only further and making our bond deeper than simple parental compassion. With a loud growl the man came. He finished up and glowered at me as he left, his coin left on the dresser next to the dish of rosewater. “Well,” I said as I entered, picking up the dish and seating myself beside her, “He was enthusiastic, I’m envious, I could do with a pummelling like that.” I cupped my hand in the water and began purifying my daughter’s seeded hole, relishing the feel of her.

“He’s from Sparta.” Cyane panted, “Exiled for some reason, likes to take it out on my ass.” She beamed at me and raised an eyebrow, “You realise you have semen all over your tits?”

Looking down I saw it was true and laughed, making no effort to clean myself, knowing it would mysteriously absorb in a short time, “I’ve been busy today.” I slapped one of her cheeks playfully, “And from what I hear our asses are going to be busy again shortly.”

Cyane winced and rose up, “Yes, but there something you must know..”

“Skartosa said as such.” I wrapped an arm around her, “What is it?”

She bit her lip, “One of my clients, a wealthy man, proposed to me. I accepted.”

I looked at her blankly for a time, “Oh.”

“He paid Skartosa handsomely for my freedom. I leave for his villa at the end of chytroi.” She leaned closer, pressing her breasts against me, as she often did when hoping to placate me, “Are you not happy for me?”

“I…suppose.” I said, then felt a desperation grip me. I took her hand, “Run away with me Cyane.”

She leaned back, “Mother…”

“We can whore ourselves to get by, travelling naked city to city. Would that not be wonderful? If you want a wedding we can be wed, I’m sure some priest will do it for the right favours. We are pornai, we belong together. We are more than mother and daughter.”

“Stop it!” Cyane stood, hands clenched, “Mother, I’m sorry, but I can do this no longer. I’m not broken like you. Face it, that night the raiders came, you snapped and have been hiding behind perversity ever since. Well, I am not like you. I do not want to spend the rest of my life taking filthy men in me in this squalid dockside brothel. With or without your blessing I am leaving.”

Perhaps she would have been right under normal circumstances. I was going to reveal my secret that discredited that however, the secret I kept being that I had neither eaten nor drank anything but semen that fateful night and have been unable to consume anything else since. I would have done anything to keep her with me, to have her become like me so we could delight in the path of whoredom together. Before I could speak, however, the curtain was drawn aside and a group of grinning sailors smelling of the sea entered.

Quickly, Cyane straddled me, pushing me back on the bed. She kissed my lips briefly in apology before putting on her coy smile as she looked back to the sailors, “Oh hello, mother and I were just getting ready for you.”

With a creeping sadness I realised this could be the last time we worked together. Entwining my fingers with hers, I mirrored her smile and greeted the advancing men.

As the sun set at the end of the day of Chytroi, the offerings to Hermes and the dead coming to a close, my daughter was sent a litter to be collected. Some of the pornai gathered to wish her well. I met her in her room and kissed her passionately one last time, my tongue dancing with hers. She held me tightly and kissed back, as torn as I but unable to share in my passion for harlotry. “I would have asked him to bargain for you too.” she whispered, “But you are happier here.”

She was right of course. We all waved as she was taken away. Cyane had been popular with the other pornai, but not so I. Once she was gone they glanced at me and whispered. They rightly saw me as a cursed creature, and thought it was due to my incestuous feelings. I took no heed and retreated to my quarters to lose myself in my work.

As Skartosa warned, business grew slow once more. Heartbroken, I spent the next couple of weeks either seeing to the few clients who came or lying on my mattress, waiting for one to appear. I made no further attempts to bargain with Skartosa to work the streets, glad to hide away for a time.

Eventually, the pornoboskós called me up, and my world would change forever.

“You’ve sold me?” I echoed, “Why?”

Skartosa sighed, “With your daughter gone you have not been as profitable. Times are tough right now and I need to liquidate a few assets. You belong to the Temple of Aphrodite now, in Korinthia.”

“If you let me walk the streets and display myself more I’d be getting more customers! You can’t just ship me off to that city of sluts.”

Skartosa shrugged, “I’m not giving you a choice. Besides, with your daughter gone what is really tying you here? By all accounts you would fit in well at Korinth, the streets there are teeming with ‘priestesses’ of the temple.”

I blinked and considered, he made an excellent point. What was really tying me to this place? The term Korinthia Koire had been used on me so often that I might as well make it truth. “I heard there are strange…things in Korinthia, things that make that city not for every man.” I wondered if those strange things the rumours related to were like me.

“You should know better than to be taken in by gossip. You depart tomorrow at sunrise. Here,” He passed me a small pouch, “A little coin to get you by. I would recommend you get some clothing but I know that’s pointless with you.. Go spend it on wine, or cosmetics, whatever you wish.”

Something inside me unfurled. “The only thing I wish for,” I dropped the pouch on the floor and drew closer to him than I ever dared before, feeling my core nature taking hold. I spoke before he could think to summon his guards,”Is unending phallus and the oblivion it brings. I want every hole of me stuffed, broken and bred. I want not a single moment where I am empty of a man, to be threshed eternally and roughly until this maddening and insatiable womb is either satiated or ruined. The only deity I revere is phallus, and everyday I pray the same prayer: that He murders my holes until there is nothing left of me.”

Skartosa’s eyes were wide. For the first time since I first met him I sensed his arousal and his fear. Satisfied that something of me had finally broken through into his mundane mind, I turned and left, intending to spend my last night in Piraeus of Athens the same way as I had always done.

3. Akrokorinthos

The silhouette of a woman, surrounded by miles of dead insects.

That was the vision granted me, before sailors I pleasured released their seed. As always the meaning of it proved elusive. The sailors had been experimental, double penetrating my ass as another unleashed havoc on my face. My efforts were rewarded with the unusual scene of the mystery woman. I spent the journey dallying with the crew until we docked at Cenchreae. The sailors set their ship upon logs and began the arduous work of rolling it along the Isthmus to the port on the opposite side of the landmass, where they intended to continue on their journey to Rome. Apparently it was far safer than navigating around the coast.

The journey would lead them through the city of Korinth, but I did not journey with them. We were dropped off at the local temple, where we were lined up for inspection. I waited with growing impatience as an ageing priestess and her lackeys walked to us one by one and made note of their new property. She stopped and raised an eyebrow when she reached me, “No clothing, was your master so poor lass?”

One of her attendants giggled and pointed at my face, “Nay, she is clothed, look.”

I reached up and touched my cheek, my fingers came away sticky. The loads the crew had released onto me before parting were still being taken in by my flesh. I shrugged at them and licked my fingers. Scandalised whispers arose, the elder’s hand shot out with surprising speed and gripped my right breast. I gasped, “Interesting,” she grinned, revealing blackening teeth, “Rather than flinch away you instinctively lean in, inviting me to clasp harder.” She did just that, nails pressing in, I moaned in pain and pleasure. “I think a depraved creature like you will be noticed personally by the Hiereirai, you will fit well in Korinthia harlot.”

“Just put me to work already, hag.” I replied, contemptuous of all these procedures. “Let me don more such garments and I will give you your metal trinkets.”

Chuckling, she released me, “Oh yes, you will fit nicely. Your name?”

“Pithos. And in need of filling.” Pithos in my land is the term for jar or vessel, it was the name I took after the Bound Witch had addressed me so.

“Very good, no training required for the likes of you. You shall be taken to Korinthia on the morrow. Since you’re so keen you can work the streets there and report to one of the minor temples in the city proper. May the goddess smile on your efforts.”

Before I could snap back that cock is my only god, wanting to irk the self-assured hag, she moved on to the more docile slave beside me. I was shown to one of the shared sleeping chambers, where I rested but slept little, reflecting on the image of the woman amidst the insect corpses and musing as to its meaning.

I would find out in Korinth, and thus learn that there are worse nightmares than me walking the world.

I along with a small group of other pilgrims and priestesses were escorted to the main city of the Isthmus the next morning. In the city of Korinth there were three temples, I was sent to the smallest of the three where my existence was noted. They bathed me, offered me refreshments then sent me out to work in the goddess’ name. I did so gladly whilst also gaining my bearings.

Truly I had thought Athens second only to the Imperial City in terms of wealth and culture, but I would argue even now that Korinth outstripped Athens easily. It was a miasma of different cultures, commodities and catering. Although Aphrodite was the patron deity of the city, there were numerous other temples decorating the place with the Temple to Apollo being one of the most impressive. The shops at the Agora offered a variety of items, the most prominent being the blacksmiths who worked the famed Korinth bronze, said to have been used on the Temple of Solomon itself and prized for having the appearance of gold. Looming over it all was the magnificent akrokorinthos, the huge outcrop on the peak of which stood the main temple of Aphrodite. Like ants up a hill the pilgrims climbed, as did the priestesses at sunrise, only to come down and offer their bodies in the streets at sundown.

What they said about Korinthian women was no hyperbole either, truly the city was filled with prostitutes of all kinds, all competing to earn the custom of the pilgrims and travellers there, and those who were not were so scandalous in their attire it was hard to tell otherwise. My nakedness and perverse nature was taken as the norm by the residents.

What I loved most of Korinth was, of course, the cocks. Not only were they numerous, I spent more time with men in me than out, but they were also wonderfully varied. I sucked dicks from Indus, drank the semen of Seleucidians, had my rectum stuffed by that of Aegyptos and my womb ravished by Illyrians. My hands worked the shafts of Thracians and my tits glided the poles of the fading Scythians. To my ecstatic torment, my body was never satiated, but neither did it want for seed. The next few months were a blurry haven for me, I threw myself into my work, pausing only to deposit the coins I earned at the temple. I received no further vision nor felt the need for one, I was content to embrace my cursed nature and go on as such forever.

But nothing, no matter how unnatural, can last forever. My sanctuary of lust would cave in with the sound of a piercing scream.

I had walked the streets enough by then to know that I should mind my own business. I fully intended to, unless I was the one screaming they rarely meant anything good and I did well to keep away. However, with so many whores we had wordlessly formed our own little territories, the fiercest and most successful taking hotspots such as the temples, the Agora or the hippodrome. I had earned a reputation as being a lady of the back alleys, where men could find me lurking ready to service them out of sight. As such, it was in the alley where I was intending to continue my feeding frenzy that I saw her.

It had not been her screaming, that sound was masculine and continued on a little ways off. But she was injured, she lay there in her expensive turquoise dress, stained dark from her blood. She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling fast. Her hair was purest white, and dishevelled from some exertion, giving her a wild and ethereal look. With spectacular azure eyes she alighted me and her jaw dropped in recognition, “You, priestess, help me?” She reached out with a pale, blood smeared hand.

Taken by her strange beauty, I took her hand and effortlessly hauled her up, she wrap a hand around my shoulders for support. “I’ll get you to the Asclepieia.”

“No need empusa, just get me away from here before I am found again. I’ll say when to stop.”

“Empusa?” I echoed as I helped her limp from the scene.

“Yes.” she croaked, holding her side, moaning, “Ergh, that mortal got me soundly. Yes? Oh, yes, you. Empusa. Don’t you know?” Seeing my blank look she tutted, “Don’t you know what you are?”

“I am pornai.” I muttered, not knowing where else to lead her I made for the Ascepieia despite her wishes.

“Yes, and you are empusa as we term it here. You drink semen and in turn are immortal no?” She managed a chuckle followed by a groan, “Goodness, you must be new here. Tell you what, help me and I’ll tell you everything you wish to know, if you are capable of thinking beyond the next phallus of course. Your kind rarely do.”

I eyed the copious amount of blood flowing down her, “You are going to die soon, how about you tell me now and I’ll stay with you?”

“By the goddess, can’t you tell? How ignorant are you?” she brought me to a halt, something catching her attention. Her white face looked up to an open window, her pretty nose wrinkled briefly as though sniffing the air, “Ah, perfect. Thank you, I will continue alone for this part. Wait here for me.”

Gingerly, I released my hold. She staggered to the wall beneath the window,. I then watched in terror as she scampered up it and slid through the window like a ghoul. I stood there, uncertain what to do, I felt I should flee but was held by my desire for answers. I listened for more screaming, but the bustling city had become unusually quiet, as if holding its breath in the hope of not being involved in whatever foul deed was occurring above me.

In a blink, she appeared beside me again. She stood upright and tall, all grace and elegance, no sign of any injury save her ruined dress. She spoke to me musically, “That’s better, no bothersome witnesses that time. I live to drink another night thanks to you.” Smiling she took my hand and pulled me after her, “Come, I gave you my word, if you can stand to not be a latrine for a while I shall give you your answers.”

Too shocked to argue at her supernatural skill, I followed wordlessly at first. Only when we began to make for the outskirts of the city did I speak up, “Where are we going?”

She beamed back at me, still holding my hand, her touch cool against my ever hot skin. She pointed a long finger to the akrokorinthos, “Why to the Temple of Aphrodite of course. Ah but how rude of me, I made no introduction. My name is Mormolyce, I am the Hiereirai of those who follow Aphrodite in Korinthia.”

My heart pounded with the knowledge that I was with the highest ranking priestess of the temple, “You are Hiereirai? And you are cursed with unending lust like me?”

“Oh no.” her smile turned joyless, “My curse is far worse.”

4. Myths and Theories

‘Once upon a time, in the earliest days of man, there was a woman.

For crimes forgotten to time, she fled the tribes of men to the Red Sea, which was the province of daemons before man chased them to the wilds and otherworlds. These daemons were none other than the remnants of the Golden Men of Cronus. There she made her abode in the dark alleys of their nightmare cities and took to prostituting herself to them.

She soon learned however, that to whore oneself to daemons was very different than to do so with the men of iron today. Created to know no ailments, no infirmity, hunger or the indignity that death brings to us. They were debased and without restraint. They are insatiable, cruel, unrelenting. Every time she open her legs to them she was as likely to be consumed as threshed, her body taken to breaking point and nigh beyond in her constant exertions. However she embraced this new form of harlotry, and grew to relish the tinge of fear mixed with her lust, and accepted she would likely end as debased as she lived. She forsook all clothing and walked amongst them always naked and willing.

But consume her they did not, and her womb drank their seed hungrily to bring forth many new strange creatures into the world that were never meant to be, some mere fodder and others strong and powerful, sons and daughters that she would fornicate with in turn to spawn yet more. All there marvelled at the wonders her vulva brought.

She grew accepted and respected for her skills and was rewarded with secrets that gave her great power. Death no longer had its due on her as it did before, her body could withstand the most passionate of embraces, she perfected her mind and body to her art, learned how to inspire and draw forth the repressed cravings of others, she walked the dark streets as the epitome of brutal lust, and its denizens flocked to taste of her.

As the cities grew numerous with her brood, allies of the enslavers of man who cloaked themselves in radiance saw the danger and acted against her. With poisons labelled as miracles they made her barren. No more could she bring forth her grotesque and beautiful creatures. She despaired, for she hoped to gift the world to her children through their number and drive out the race of man as they had driven her out. But it was not to be.

She spent the centuries sheltering in her lust, walking the infernal cities and fornicating unendingly, until man grew and drove her and the monsters to the aether. There she continued on, her body so enflamed she was mindless in her hunger. She enamoured many of the kings of these daemons with her promiscuity and they gifted her with further secrets, which she would experiment with.

In time, she would find new means of bringing forth more children, by robbing man of his seed and mingling it with the wombs of her daughters. She attained followers loyal to her amongst them, to whom she bequeaths her lust that they may become mindless with it, to others her hatred, that they may reduce mans’ number. In time, she seeks to make a new race, a more perfect race, a race that would not fail like Cronus’ golden people, or Zeus’ silver or copper race, greater still than we of iron. In time this new race will inherit this world and hail her as goddess-queen…’

******

“That is what I have pieced together from a variety of myths and legends sourced from around the world, all fragments and corruptions of the truth.” Mormo carefully set aside the Phoenician papyrus filled with her notes.

We had trekked the acropolis and were in Mormo’s private chambers within the temple of Aphrodite. But its splendour was lost on me as I took this in, “So, this woman you speak of…”

“I dare not utter her name. All I can say is it is not Hekate as you thought nor Aphrodite.” Mormo warned, reclining in her embossed chair, “Going by the writings of Solomon to say any spirit’s name is to risk garnering their attention. One appropriate title she is given is Mother of Abominations, so I refer to her simply as the Mother.”

“We garnered attention before we even knew her name, or at least I did if your theory is true.” I spread my arms, emphasised my nakedness, and sighed, “The truth is Mormo, the gods have cursed me. I prostituted myself with my daughter, had carnal relations with her, and have grown amorous of her. It’s fitting they turn me into a deranged pornai for I clearly have no boundaries.”

Smiling wickedly, Mormo leaned forwards, “Oh? Is that it? I think there is more you’re not telling me, there must be a male involved for you to gain her eye. Has your vulva felt the attentions of a father, brother, or son perhaps?”

I froze, a drunken memory from long ago surfacing. Knowingly, Mormo rose and hooked her arm in mine, “Come, there are some people I wish you to meet, people like you.”

“Like me?” I gasped, a spark of hope reignited that I might find others who understand me and end the loneliness of my being, “There are others like me, here?”

“Oh yes.” Mormo said as she we walked down to the main chamber, “Currently there are two other empusa here. Lets start with Oiran.”

I was struck once again by the beauty of the temple as we entered the main place of worship. Its marble walls and painted ceiling was outshone by the statue of Aphrodite standing naked save for a helm at the centre, she held before her a shield polished so that pilgrims could see their reflection in it. This late at night it was not as busy, many of the ‘priestesses’ had descended to the city to offer their wares and the few remaining were set about performing rites and prayer to their deity.

We round a corner to an alcove, where the familiar sounds of striking flesh and mewling whines reached us. Mormo put a finger to her lips and bid me peer round. I did so and beheld what I saw to be a woman of oriental descent. She was against the wall naked as a pilgrim held her legs up to thrust into her. My mouth dropped as I watched her colossal tits bounce in time to every thrust. Upon being cursed my own breasts had swelled to considerable size to better lure men, but compared to her it was like grapes to melons. Her face, twisted in the act of ecstasy, was utterly radiant. Although held up her hips moved to spur the pilgrim on, watching the desperate and hungry way she whored herself, I knew at once that she was indeed like me. An empusa, as we were coined then.

“When she was mortal she was, unsurprisingly with those udders, a wet nurse to royalty as well as secret concubine” Mormo whispered, “She fathered a bastard child who grew into a handsome young man, so handsome, in fact, that she married him.” Seeing my shocked look she grinned, “When discovered she fled here, on that journey she too noticed the change come upon her, the constant thirst for semen, the urge to prostitute herself, the visions of a dark and terrifying place.” She watched me pointedly at that, when I said nothing she went on, “Anyway she now works her holes for me, all day everyday as your kind are wont to do.”

“You said there are two here?”

She took my arm and led me away, “Yes, now this one is interesting. Nedjet hails from the lands of Aegyptos in Mendes and still stubbornly considers herself a priestess of Banebdjedet despite serving me.” She leaned close and spoke into my ear, “She insists of fornicating with a goat every equinox, after it is filled with the spirit of Banebdjedet, it makes for quite a show. Unsurprisingly, anyone who is willing to offer their vulva to such beasts is going to catch the eye of the Mother, it no doubt helped that she was very intimate with her numerous brothers.”

She led me to another alcove, there an olive skinned woman was working her mouth on a pilgrim’s member furiously. The sounds like the sweetest symphony to my ears. Seeing my sisters work so was making me delirious with need, my own body began to complain at this delay, I needed to be back on the streets soon, “Marvellous, they really are as I am. But,” I looked around the temple, wondrous as it was I knew I was a creature of the streets, “I feel the thirst calling, I best return to the city, I will visit again and discuss our origins further if you do not mind?”

“Ah, Pithos, it was not entirely out of charity I brought you up here. You see I would have you working in one of these cosy little alcoves for me, I would have you stay.”

I rounded on the Hiereirai, hands on hips, suspicious, “I spent years stuck inside a brothel, I assure you I serve your treasury better out there. You may have bought me but think not of chaining me, I have no need of food, water, not even clothing. I can suck cocks on the roadside as easily as in Korinth.”

Mormo made a rude noise, “Obols means nothing to me, and this is no common brothel. I need your kind, you see,” We stood admiring Nedjet moving back and forth a while, the way she glided over the member with an abandon only we enflamed empusa could endure. Finally Mormo turned away, “Let’s return to my quarters, I’ll explain better there without distraction.”

“It may have occurred to you,” Mormo began as we made our way to the private quarters of the lavish temple, “That Korinth is less chaste in its carnality than most other cities. Even those not in servitude to the temple walk around like whores. This is no accident, for centuries empusa have found their way here, drawn here, even. We have a symbiotic relationship, your kind have a place where you can act as debased as you wish without fear of reprisal under our protection, and we have your presence.”

“My presence?” I echoed as we entered her chamber again. I took a seat she indicated at the table whilst she went to her bejewelled drinks cabinet.

Mormo put a finger to her chin and eyed the various bottles within. “Yes, your presence has an effect on the mortals. On men you inspire them to act out their basest lusts upon you, with women you draw out their darkest and most primal emotions and cause them to be consumed by them. In an uncontrolled setting you empusa can be incredibly destructive, why I heard tell that the fourth dynasty of Uruk actually collapsed due to Akkad being run by…”

My nails scratched at the mahogany, my vulva twitched with impatience, I was too long from the street already, “I’m not here for a history lesson. I need no shelter, my body calls to be threshed under the stars in the back alleys. So it is there I go.”

Seating herself opposite me, Mormo tipped a dark red fluid into her crystal goblet, “Korinth is not home to just your kind, there are other creatures here who thrive amidst this depraved city, it is our haven, made possible only because of the effect of your kind’s presence. I need you here where we can protect you, and you in turn protect us. Alas, I sense Nedjet won’t be with us much longer, and having only Oiran is too risky. It is hard to predict when the Mother will be done with you.”

I blinked, my growing arousal abated by curiosity, “You mean Nedjet will die soon?”

Mormo sipped her fluid, her eyes rolled in pleasure at the taste, reminding me of what I should be tasting, “The closest thing to death you empusae are capable of yes. Strange, do you not know? Most empusae see their eventual demise in their short dreams and are aware early on, the realm where the Mother now resides. After a time you are taken to that realm to work monsters as she once done when she was of man. In my time as Hiereirai I’ve seen five of you seemingly vanish after displaying the symptoms.” She leaned forwards, “Intriguing, you are the most ignorant empusa I’ve met yet. Do you not dream?”

“I’m beginning to think ignorance is bliss.” I said, I recalled then how the Bound Witch had granted me a glimpse of that strange world. I had always thought it a fever dream cast by some poison she had coated her loins with. A simple curse from the gods was one thing, but this was horror on a whole different scale. “I had best leave.”

“Oh?” Mormo slouched back, I heard something click.

I gasped as several instruments sprouted mechanically from the chair and entered me. Agony spread through me in a delicious manner, erotic thoughts I had not contemplated before shot through my mind, driving me to new inspiration. My vulva exploded in orgasm, my nectar squirting and drenching my thighs as well as the expensive rugs.

There was another click, as fast as they came the implements disappeared. To my surprise my wounds were bloodless, the damage disappearing instantly. “Okay then,” Mormo said, rising and sipping again from her glass, “You no doubt have some rather disturbing fantasies going through your head after that, and try as you might you will not be able to stop yourself from seeking to enact them.” She smiled down at me, lips ruby from her drink, “Ignorant little pornai, you are a prisoner of your body, if there is any trace of your old mortal self I’d wager you are fighting the urges like crazy. So here’s the deal, leave and lose yourself completely, or remain and I’ll tell you how to hold back those…more niche yearnings.”

I fell from the chair, one hand clasping my breast as my heart thundered, I continued to orgasm as the vile urges flitted through me, driving me to go out and seek to make them reality. What manner of poison had coated those limbs to make me so? I could not believe that the act itself was enough to drive me into this frenzy. I fought to regain control, “Please…tell me.”

Laughing, Mormo acted as though considering, “On your honour as a pornai, as an empusa, do you pledge your vulva to my whims, within the will of the Mother of course.”

“Yes, yes, just tell me. I will serve.”

Mormo fluidly crouched down, her face close to mine, “No.”

Shuddering, I masturbated furiously, but even before I was poisoned such an act never brought me release, only made me more wild in my desire. I heard myself chuckle and knew my sanity would not last much longer, soon I would be out there getting threshed in ways this world had tried to forget for eons. “Please.”

“Mormo downed the remains of her drink and allowed the glass to rolled away as she seated herself beside me, “Do you know what happened when I tried to explain the empusan nature to Oiran, Nedjet and the others before? I barely managed to give them the first few sentences of my origin theory before they tried to leave to get done for a few discs of metal, your kind simply cannot focus on a subject beyond your own harlotry. Except you, you made it further than the others, more you have no knowledge of the fate that is to befall you…making me wonder if it even will. You, my dear, are an aberration and I can tell there is something you are not telling me. Out with it.”

“Before I turned,” I gasped, still masturbating furiously even though it made me worse, “I met a witch, I think she was sent to curse me to be empusa. She showed me that world, and since then I have visions.”

Mormo rolled her eyes, “You empusa always have brief visions of that world, I suspect it fuels your lust, nothing new there.”

“No, I don’t. Not since the witch.” I groaned as I was wracked with another orgasm, “I glimpse the future. I saw you before I met you, surrounded by dead insects.”

Mormo perked up, suddenly alert, “Indeed? What else?”

“They’re rare and hard to understand. Please.” I reached for her, then a memory filtered through the fantasies, “I envisioned a city aflame, me dancing in joy as monsters drag me away to satiate their whims.”

She looked at me intently now, “What city? Speak!”

“I don’t nooooo.” I wailed.

She lifted my head and whispered in my ear, “I want you to embrace those fantasies in your head right now, and replace yourself with your daughter.”

The moment I did so my arousal left me as terror and revulsion swept in to take its place. I wretched dryly as my body shivered in its recovery. “Wonderful what motherly love can do, just ask Oiran.” Mormo clapped her hands and stood, “Welcome to the Temple of Aphrodite Pithos, I expect to hear the moment the goddess blesses you with any more visions.”

She looked at the dark, wet stains around me and wrinkled her nose, the priceless Persian rugs ruined by my uncontrollable fluids, “You can start by earning me replacement rugs.”

5. Symposium

‘You, my dear, are an aberration…’

Those words amongst all of Mormo’s explanations stayed with me. Through her, I had discovered more of my own kind, yet according to her even amongst them I was unusual. She seemed to find it rather amusing, that a prophet should arise amidst the most debased of the Mother’s brood, she saw it as a mockery of the virginal Pythia that so many flocked to for her conveniently vague answers in Delphi, I did not appreciate being made the object of such a jest.

That I was unique amongst empusa became more evident in my attempt to gather us together. So long as I remained upon the akrokorinth I was permitted outside the temple. I was outside beside the eroding tomb of a famous heterai, depicting her amidst lioness’, who once held the entire city in fascination of her. Now she mouldered beneath a half-forgotten and sunken stone decoration, from which the roots of an ancient olive tree had begun to bore into. I felt no sadness at this, for she at least had many powerful people who sought to keep her memory alive for a time, how many more of us are forgotten in the blink of an eye? Certainly I expected no grandiose tombs for me when I passed on, whatever the nature of that might be for me.

I waited there for a time, in the shade of the gnarled tree, until Oiran finally appeared, heavy breasts swinging. She gave me an unamused look, “Why have you dragged us out here? Our mouths are for sucking, not chatting.” She looked around, “Guess the goat priestess hasn’t even bothered coming, too busy cummin elsewhere. I give it another season before she is dragged to the Mother’s realm.”

“It is to Banebdjedet’s kingdom I am destined, where he shall grace me with his mighty phallus.” The Mendesian swayed in, fresh seed running down her thighs, “But I must agree sister, why are we here?”

“We are all empusa.” I started, “We should become acquainted with one another. If nothing else it will be nice to enjoy the warm Summer evening beholding this incredible view.” I indicated the fields and the city of Korinth sprawled below us, and the glittering ocean beyond.

Oiran’s eyebrows raised, “We are indeed empusa, beauty to us is an erect cock impatient to penetrate, dripping with precum and promising much more seed to follow if we work our holes hard.” She pulled up one of her breasts and let it flop, “I was blessed with these and intend to get them covered as much as possible before I’m taken.”

Nedjet piped up, her accented voice perfect for promising exotic delights, “Is that view pretty to you? How very mortal, I have never known one of us to see beauty beyond harlotry before.” She gave me a look more of sympathy than curiosity.

I began to see that I was indeed different, these empusa were so thoroughly lost to lust they could not see beyond it, unless…

“Oiran, do you really wish to be here? Would you not rather be with your son? And you Nedjet, would you not rather be in a temple to your god rather than Aphrodite?”

“Are you trying to unite us against the hiereiai?” Oiran waved her arms impatiently, “An empusa playing at intrigue? Are you even one of us? We have a cosy setup here, my son lives comfortably in the city proper, the hiereiai even married us, and in return I simply do what is in our nature. You shall have no ally in me.”

“Nor I.” Nedjet added, “My body is the temple, the hiereiai permits me my rituals, even encourages it for the spectacle and obols it brings her.” She placed a warm hand on my shoulder, “You are new here, sister, stay awhile first and you will see how wonderful Korinthia is for us.” She turned and wrapped an arm around Oiran’s waist, “Shall we sister.”

Returning the gesture, Oiran smiled, “Yes, I feel the Mother growing impatient. I shall be threshed hard this night I can feel it.”

As the sun disappeared behind the horizon and the first stars peeked out they strode away, leaving me alone by the tomb. At least that was what I thought.

“Make for dull companions don’t they?” I looked up to see Mormo seated on one of the branches, pale legs swinging. She was dressed in an exquisite blue peplos, her snow-white hair held back by a silver circlet crusted in moonstone, “That’s how it is with you empusa, unable to think beyond male genitalia.”

“I share their obsession, am I not one of them?” I said flatly, my own body growing hot and impatient, “I thought if we could work together we could achieve something more wondrous.”

A faint breeze signalled Mormo landing gracefully beside me, “An empusa with visions and vision. No, you are not fully one of them, you are something more wondrous already. Have you had any further visions?”

“None.” I said honestly. I had only been whoring myself in the temple for a week and had done and seen little beyond that. I eyed her peplos, tight against her body, songbirds embroidered into the cloth, “Quite the luxurious dress, going somewhere?”

“Key figures of the Archaean League gathered together to discuss relations with the Res Publica. As usual this will conclude with a symposium.” A symposium was the term used in those days for, put simply, drunken revelry. “Many of my best heterai have been hired, I decided I would make an appearance to advertise my latest addition.” She looked at me pointedly.

“Are you serious?” I laughed, “I am a pornai, not a heterai. I can’t sing, debate, or dance. I can’t do anything beyond wrapping myself around a cock.”

Mormo smiled, “If that were so you would not have tried to unite the other empusa against me just now. No, Pithos, there is more to you than even you realise. Besides, I even got you some special attire for the occasion.” I was about to argue that she knows empusa can’t wear clothing without feeling as though they are covered in millipedes, then she held up the thin gold chain, within which were two rubies that would cover my nipples. Like a child with a doll, Mormo eagerly helped me put it on before standing back to admire me with her preternatural eyes, “There, with just two stones I have made you look less like a cheap whore from the gutter and more like a concubine from one of the eastern sultans. I have another chain to cover you nether regions…” She held up another chain with a single ruby, but saw my look and put it away again, “But you have done well to endure that much on you. Honestly, hard to imagine how you empusa see things at times.” She gave a pirouette, sending her skirt twirling, “I love my fancy clothes.”

“You are no empusa, that is for certain.” I said, feeling my nipples and areola tingle in revulsion at being so covered, “But you are no mortal either, what are you Mormo?” The memory of dead insects came to me.

She hooked her arm in mine, “Oh that need not concern you, my sweet little sperm drinker. Tonight just enjoy the festivities!”

******

As we approached the temple I saw a litter awaiting the hiereiai, surrounded by guards and several scantily clad women and nubile men, “My beautiful army of heterai, all expertly trained in art, philosophy, dance, and, thanks to your presence, all with hungry wombs yearning to be filled. My hetairos too are the best in the world, sturdy men with the souls of women.”

As Mormo was helped into the litter to settle amidst soft pillows I went to join the retinue for the steep trek down to the city. I stopped when I heard her calling, “No, my sweet, slutty prophet, you shall join me, give me company as we descend.”

Hesitating, I clambered into the litter and settled beside her. She casually placed an arm around my shoulders as the curtain was drawn to grant us privacy. I felt the litter being lifted with a heave and shake with every footfall as the descent began. “I want you to see,” she muttered to me, “what your thirsting wombs have created here. In making these swarming mortals revere lust as something holy, we of the brood have made a place for ourselves.”

We reached the city, the curtains drew back to reveal an opulent home with a large courtyard set with a large statue of Silanus holding grapes in one hand and parchment in another. From there I could hear the ruckus within, someone was singing a bawdy skolion with less than flattering details regarding the Roman Consul Marius. “Judging from that skolion I’m guessing retaliation with the res publica is likely.”

Mormo sighed and put an arm round me, squeezing my buttock, “An empusa with political aptitude, truly the world is doomed.”

We entered the home and main area of the symposium, the air reeked with sweat and wine, sending my body to throbbing. The skolion ceased and they all cheered as they saw us enter, many men clasping the heterai and hetairos and leading them away. I remained beside Mormo and took in the room. All were men, the women having been sent to their own quarters as was the custom, only heterai being allowed at such events. One of Mormo’s women settled in a corner and set to strumming her lyre, another playing her barbiton. Wine stained the wall around a small statue where they had been throwing the dregs as part of some kind of game, they all lounged and chatted happily to one another, occasionally breaking into raucous laughter.

“Mormolyce!” Two men came over, one with a long and greying beard, the other shorter and brown, “By the goddess I thought you would never come!” The younger exclaimed, exchanging kisses.

“As if I would miss one of your famous parties Diaeaus.” Mormo laughed.

The elder of the two rubbed his chin, eyeing me, “And what is this enticing morsel you bring for us heireiai?”

“My latest prize strategos Critolos.” Mormo said, grinning at Diaeaus, “Meet Pithos, an empusa. Be kind, she is rather new to our world.”

Diaeaus gave a booming laugh, “You managed to bring one of them here? I applaud you. Clambering up that hill to thresh one of them is a mighty pain.” He turned to Critolaos, “A sign from the goddess surely? You are favoured brother.”

“She’s all yours.” Critolaos waved, I crave words tonight, and for that I would desire your company Mormo.

Giving a cold expression, Mormo nodded, “I understand.” She kissed me then gave me a gentle push, “Be a dear and entertain Diaeaus for me. I’m sure you know how.”

Parted from Mormo, I stood with the noble uncertainly for a moment, before giving my seductive smile, “How would you have me sir? I fear my ways may be rather crass for one of your rich upbringing.”

He chuckled, face flushed from the wine, “Crass is what I want tonight lass, I’m a soldier, I don’t do finery. Here, let’s get this off you.”

With one hand he pulled the chain, the links popping, the rubies falling to the floor. I breathed in relief as the crawling sensation around my nipples faded, “Thank you, now how about we cloth these tits in something more appropriate?”

Diaeaus laughed again and slapped my buttocks, “Oh how I adore you empusa. Come on, we have a private section where me and the lads can decorate those glorious breasts of yours.”

I was led through the revelry, many a drunken noble greeting Diaeaus as we went by. I was surprised when he took me outside and led me out into the gardens, to a wild looking area closed off by several trees. I kept my silence as we walked amidst the flora in the darkness, trusting Diaeaus’ guiding hand, until we entered a clearing where a bonfire roared. There several figures danced around it and made merry with skins of wine, all unclothed. I watched, jaw dropping as I made out their curling horns, shaggy beards and hairy legs ending in hooves. “Are they…satyrs?”

I looked up to see Diaeaus now sporting a pair of fantastic horns, whatever illusion hiding them now dispersed, “We prefer the term Silenos dear, after our greatest leader Silanus.” He raised his voice at the gathering, “Alright lads, the entertainment is here.”

One of the men trotted over, brow furrowed, swaying in his drunkenness, “Just one? That’s rather poor Diaeaus.”

Diaeaus’ grin only widened, “She’s an empusa, there could be a legion of us and it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy this wench.”

That seemed to spark their interest. They all eagerly rushed over to admire me, exclaiming my beauty with slurred poetry or crude jests, their hands pawing at my body. My shock faded as my body took over, responding to their desires. I pushed out my breasts, revelling in the multitude of hands clasping. My legs spread slightly as callused palms rubbed along. My labia and anus twitched excitedly at the fingers probing.

I had begun to mount one of them when I felt warm wine being tipped over my backside to further lubricate my holes, not that they needed it. The Silenos, I would quickly learn, were all well-endowed and rarely sober, their way of lovemaking often hard, fast and brief. This was made up for, however, in that they would require several bouts of lovemaking before they were satiated, besides, in my experience they often fornicated in groups. Certainly I spent much of that night with a Silenos cock thrusting down every hole, my hands working up and down the shafts awaiting their turn.

I was in my element, I shared my sisters’ meagre ambitions in such moments, content to spend my days ruining my holes on the end of a phallus. I allowed my mind to go blank, allowed my vulva to do the thinking, my body moving instinctively to pleasure as many of them at a time as possible. In me and on me they ejaculated, only to be replaced by another, not granting me a moment’s respite, for I needed none.

Then I was not there! I was in the abyss, in Kaos, where there was nothing. No, not nothing, there was a sound, a scream. I follow that scream, sought its source. It was a scream musical in its timbre. I followed, curious and intending to give aid, only to be halted by an enormous door sporting the engraving of a nude woman enchained by laughing imps. There is a lock, something compels me to feel inside my cervix, where my fingers pull out a key. I hold up the dripping implement, intending to place it in the lock, when the sound of buzzing insects arises. I fell cool hands wrap around me and pull me away. The scream continues on.

When I return to myself I am lying by the bonfire, covered in wine, sweat and semen. Nedjet would have been jealous for I positively reeked of goat. The Silenos were all around the campfire, reclining and sleeping soundly. Diaeaus snored loudly to one side, a wineskin clutched tightly to his hairy chest.

I rose and, seeing there would be no more work for me there, I quietly made my way back through the trees to the manner, pondering on the vision I had received. Unfortunately I soon became lost, the clearing had been made hard to find to hide the Silenos’ true nature from the mortals. It seemed finding one’s way back out was just as difficult. After a time, growling in frustration, I decided I would just have to wait and try again in daylight. Or I would have, if I did not see a pinprick of light amidst the foliage.

I followed after the light, calling out. Hearing me, the light changed direction and made for me. As it grew closer I saw a hooded figure, when it reached me the hood was pulled back to reveal Mormo. “There you are.” She gave a grimace, “By the Mother you stink, I won’t ask what that is dripping from your face and tits but you’ll forgive me if I don’t touch you.”

Shaking my head, I gave a laughed and fell back against the tree. My body felt warm and delightful, slowly drinking in the semen and sending it to wherever the Mother dwelled so she can work towards her goal. “Satyrs are real.”

“They are, and so are many others.” Mormo nodded, she set the lamp down between us and settled against the opposite tree, “And so, I believe, are your visions. Carthage burns, they have fallen to the res publica.”

It took a moment for her words to sink in, my thoughts were predominantly on Silenos cock at the time. But as I began to gain some measure of clarity I understood, “Then, free of that distraction, Korinthia will be their next focus.”

Mormo bit her lip, “We have no choice but to fight. Rome has been influencing and infiltrating us more and more, soon they will unveil and crush us, scattering us to the wilds once more. I suspect someone or some organization within the senate know of us and are using Rome to rid the world of our kind. That’s why,” she spread her arms, “We need you, Pithos. I think you have been sent by the Mother to guide us with your visions. You foresaw Carthage’s end, you foresaw me…”

“And I foresaw a door.” I said, I know not why but I decided to share it. I described the vision to her and grew puzzled as her expression grew more and more stony.

“Yes, well, I shall need time to try and decipher that. Most intriguing.” Her words did not fool me, she knew the meaning already and was keeping it from me. She picked up the lantern and held out a hand, “Well, shall we head back, you must be starting to thirst again by now.”

I tutted, “I thought you didn’t want to touch me?”

She rolled her eyes, “Well, what’s a few semen stains between friends huh?”

Arm in arm we walked back to the waiting litter, the house now silent as the symposium reached its end. Just before we began to head back, however, Diaeaus called after us. He staggered out, still naked, but now he appeared to have human legs, his horns nowhere to be seen, “Mormo!” He cried, wineskin still in one hand, “Mormo! Leaving already? I have a newborn here for you. Got donated by one of your own whores? What not thirsty?”

I felt horror begin to bloom in me as I took in these words, recalled the dark stains Mormo had when we first met. I looked at her, eyes wide. She winced at my expression and snapped at her servants, “Take us back!” She drew the curtains.

6. Pandora’s Box

We both remained silent on the journey back, and upon arrival to the temple Mormo retreated to her quarters without so much as a goodnight.

Unsure if I should speak to her, I instead went to a vacant alcove and set about prostituting myself once more. I continued to do this for the next few days with no sight of the heireiai. Eventually I decided to learn of the priestess in an indirect manner, approaching instead Oiran in one of the brief moments she was not with a pilgrim serving the goddess. “Well met sister.”

She had finished her last client with a handjob and was greedily sucking the cum from her fingers, “Well met, I hear you entertained the Silenos the other night, lucky whore.”

“Tell me,” I began, thinking how best to broach the subject, “The heireiai, what’s her story?”

Her eyes narrowed, “Still thinking of overthrowing her sister?”

I raised my hands, “No, no. It’s simply that I don’t know what manner of creature she is, we are empusai, I met the silenos, what is she?”

“She is exactly as she is named, a mormo, the first of the mormolykeia in fact.” Oiran shrugged, seeing my puzzled look she tutted, “Geez, did your mother not scare you with such tales to make you behave? A mormo is a spectre that feeds from the vitality of infants. Rumour has it our hetereiai here is the first of them, hence their kind bear her name. As to her origins, rumours abound, one says she ate her own offspring in a ritual to the Mother and became what she is. Another says she was once a queen of the Laestrygonians to the north, before the Mother made her into what she is, forcing her to flee into exile. Basically, we feed from semen, she on blood. We take semen so the Mother can make her new race, the mormolykeia and other similar races take life to reduce those who would compete against her.”

“I see.” I said slowly, taking it in, “And, do you know anything about a door with a chained woman on it?”

“Oh she showed you that? I’m surprised, from what I hear the heireiai rarely lets anyone see it. Do you know what is in there?” Before I could give an answer a group of drunk ‘devotees’ stumbled in, waving their pouches and calling for the priestesses, “Ah, enough chatter, time to spread our legs again sister. I am meeting my husband tonight, why not join me? I fear he despairs of my lack of conversational topics, he could regale you with all sorts whilst I suck his-”

“Ye gods, look at the udders on that one!” One of the rowdy pilgrims pointed at Oiran, mouth agape. She winked at me and we went over to introduce ourselves.

******

Since we were not permitted to leave the Akrokorinthos, Oiran’s spouse made the climb to visit her. He proved to be a dashing and intelligent man, I could see how even his own blood would be appealed. Oiran quickly introduced me before she was removing his strange garments of oriental tradition. It quickly turned into three way, and I soon found his tongue expertly pleasuring my labia. After a time I got off and sat beside him on the marble floor. “I was asking your mother earlier,” I indicated Oiran, busy working his shaft with wet sounds, “Of a door with a woman in chains depicted upon it.”

“Mormo’s door.” He nodded sagely, “Much rumour surrounds the heireiai, many tales.”

I sucked at his nipple, making him reel in pleasure, “Where is it?”

“The bowels of this temple, they say. Many secrets within. Some say Aphrodite herself is there.” He smiled as he pushed my head down, my tongue joining Oiran’s around his member, “Others say Mormo is a mormo, and it is her feeding chamber. Others say it is full of jewels. Who can say truly?”

‘Mormo can say truly’, I thought. I decided then that it would be down to me to find out. I would find this door from my vision and for good or ill I would unlock it.

These thoughts were briefly washed away in the shower of cum that splattered on our upturned faces. “This, Pithos,” Oiran said happily, face also covered, “This is truth. Forget intrigue and secrets, they shall only leave you empty. All those grandiose ideals, at the core of it all there is only lust.”

******

I did not see Mormo for the next month, I did not seek her, instead granting her space. If she chose to broach the subject of her nature with me, she would see no disgust nor judgement in my eyes. She is what she is, just as I am what I am. It is our nature, we could no more change it than a mortal could cease to eat or drink. So I quietly worked the temple, attempting, rather unsuccessfully, to attain scraps of information on the mysterious door from my vision.

Then, abruptly, Mormo appeared at the alcove where I had been working and giddily pulled me to her room. Before I could ask what she desired she excitedly placed a bejewelled choker against my neck, filled with all manner of precious stones, “Yes, this will do. Quick, let’s get it on, we are already late.” Before I could object, the skin on my neck crawling at the concealment, despite how exquisite it was, Mormo was behind me fastening it then taking my hand to lead me to the litter outside. She briefly eyed my coated abdomen “We can bathe once we arrive.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, using my free hand to adjust the choker.

She gave me a wide smile, “To Isthmia of course, the games begin tomorrow!”

******

Although I had spent several years in Athens, I had never attended the Olympian Games, too busy working the crowds for the wealth they brought. Its smaller cousin, the Isthmian Games, was no less spectacular. So many attended that the perimeter of Isthmia was filled with tents to accommodate the various delegates and athletes. The Hiereiai from the nearby and wealthy Korinth was given accommodation within the city, of course, as well as exclusive seating near Critolos and Diaeaus, the elected populists of Korinth. Mormo treated me as a personal attendant to get me entry, giving me brief orders now and again but ensuring I stayed close to her. Seeing me, Diaeaus offered me a brief wink before continuing to greet the various officials.

I watched the various games, entranced and aroused, for the athletes competed naked save for the olive oil coating their well-toned skin, giving them a pleasing sheen under the bright sun. I watched the shotput, the wrestling, boxing and other events, my body yearning for theirs, eyes taking in their dangling members. My thirst grew only more as the day wore on. Then came the Pankration, perhaps the most brutal sport of the games. It was basically wrestling without the rules, contenders kicked, choked, punched, pinned until one submitted. Not one contender emerged without some form of injury. The victor, one Kleito from Thebes, set my heart particularly racing. His bulging muscles, his long member, combined with the way he grappled the other men made my loins flare even more.

Mormo looked back at me from her seat and, seeing my dripping thighs, grinned, “Don’t get your hopes up, your empusa presence won’t affect him.” She pointed further down the cheering crowd to a solitary figure seated amidst the Theban nobility.

I took her in, she was close enough that I could see her serpentine eyes, under her long mane of hair I fancied I could see scales where there should have been skin. She was so still one could have mistaken her as dead, only when she languidly shifted back in her chair did I accept she was living, “That,” Mormo explained, “Is Lady Tanis, a lamia. They take strong, virule young mortals with their poisonous kiss, it utterly entrances the victim. When the time is right, she will consume him and move on to another. Her previous two husbands all had ‘unfortunate accidents’.”

I swallowed dryly, “I’m beginning to think my nature is the lesser of the evils the Mother could have bestowed upon me.”

Mormo laughed, “Perhaps, though we can at least think beyond our loins. I once saw a lamia feasting, like a snake she dislocated her jaw and stretched it far too wide, now that was a sight I wish I could forget!”

“Heireiai Mormolyce, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Mormo turned to see who had addressed her. It was a woman, arm linked with that of a self-assured looking man in Roman garb. She was a beautiful, elegant thing, much like Mormo in her demeanour. She had long, flowing golden hair, eyes of sky blue and pale skin. She wore a dress so sheer as to hide little. Such features were common amongst the harlots of northern origin, but this woman was clearly of high stature.

I did not think Mormo could become paler, but when she saw the woman, I could see the blood draining from her face. She rose and gave a curtsey to the couple, she spoke to the man first, “Marshal Lucius Aurelius Orestes, I had no idea you would be attending.”

“Would not miss it for the world, heireiai.” He said smugly, then laughed, “Though if I knew our Res Publican athletes would perform so poorly I might have reconsidered. Allow me to introduce my lovely wife, Domitia.”

“A pleasure.” Mormo said coldly.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Domitia replied with a voice like honey. Her blue eyes turned upon me with hawk-like intensity, “But oh my, where do you find servants with such large…appendages?” She reached out, her fingers brushed against one of my breasts. As soon as she made contact the unending inferno between my legs suddenly dulled to a smoulder, my body cooled and a creeping sense of shame of my nakedness began to unfurl in me. I started back as though I had touched a hot coal. With the contact broken, the demands of my empusa body raged once more. Domitia laughed, “Oh, did not take her for a shy one with so much on display. But I suppose we best depart, my husband has an important announcement to make to your Archaean League tomorrow.”

Orestes nodded, “Indeed, I shall be interested to see how the strategos responds.”

When they left, Mormo stared after then for a moment, before collapsing into her chair. “Who was she?” I asked, “Her touch…”

“That,” Mormo said, head bowed, “was an Ishim. Remember when I told you that the Mother was made barren by enemies concealed in radiance? That was one of them. If she is here it means they are steering the Res Publica to wipe us out. Critolos and Diaeaus are being played.”

“Are you…in danger?” I was surprised by the concern I felt towards her. Was she not my gaoler?

Forcing a smile, Mormo waved a hand, “Do not concern yourself with such things, little pornai. In fact, you are dismissed, I am sure there are many athletes that could do with some of Aphrodite’s tenderness.”

I wanted to stay, to scream at her to stop hiding things. But I had gone nearly a full day without semen and my body threatened to override my sanity. I left, casting an eye back to the Roman couple, who were deep in discussion with Diaeaus, his expression not as jolly as I had been accustomed to.

7. A Beautiful Evil

Another vision of the door, but it was not the abyss this time, it was surrounded by flames. Again I reach inside myself and pull forth the key, but nothing stopped me from putting key to lock this time. I turn it, the chains on the engraving fall away, the door opens and flames of the purest black rush forth.

Then I am back in the tent, underneath the chariot racer from Sparta as he finishes inside my womb. My body shudders in brief reprieve as it drinks in his essence. He had been my fifth one that night, and I had intended to slake my whims on many more, except armed men were waiting for me when I exited his tent. I gave a coy smile, “I am open to taking more than one man at once sirs.”

A man with a pale scar running from chin to ear looked me up and down, seemingly considering the offer, before holding a robe out to me, “Lady Domitia requests an audience with you, quadrantariae.”

The insulting Roman term for harlot hurt me not, I ignored the proffered robe, “I guess my attendance is non-negotiable.” Seeing their grim looks I shrugged, “Fine, if your cocks aren’t going in me first, lead away.”

I was taken out of the camp into Isthmia proper, I was led to a building that had been set up to hold the richest and most influential attendants to the games. It seemed the roman marshal was deemed of enough import to warrant his own entire building. I was taken to the courtyard where Domitia was reading beside a pond, she looked up and gave me a warm smile, offering me a seat beside her. “You are, Pithos no? So glad you could come.”

“Cummin is exactly what I’m not doing right now.” I said, eyeing her suspiciously as I took the seat.

“Ah, the crude humour of your kind never changes.” She dismissed the guards, then offered me a vial, “Here, semen from hunk you were admiring earlier, Kleito. Not as good as getting it yourself I know but, well, here.”

I took the freezing vial, watched her as I downed it. I shuddered at the wonderful taste only an empusa could detect. His seed was high quality indeed, “I thought the lamia-”

“We have our ways, that should settle you enough for our little chat.”

“What do you want?” I asked, flicking the vial away.

“Tomorrow, my husband will make regulatory announcements that will force your strategos to declare war, to which the res publica shall crush you and your cosy little nest. But, if my sources are correct, you can prevent this dear Pithos. Unlike many empusa, you see beyond things.” She sighed and gazed up at the bright moon, “You see, Pithos, we are aware of Korinth, aware of the den of nasties that it is. But we are willing to cast a blind eye, you empusae, mormolykeia, lamiae, maenads, etc can have your little hovel to live as you please, it is not enough to affect our plans.”

“I assume there is a price?”

She placed a hand on my shoulder, my arousal died down and self-revulsion began to flow through me. I winced and she let her hand drop, “Did you know Korinth was once a pure city? The temple was a beacon of love in the name of Aphrodite. It was not the depraved brothel it is now. It became as such about two centuries ago, a heireiai there dabbled in practices she really had no business in and brought forth something that should not be here. She became empusa like you, and made Korinth what it is today. Her priestesses turned into sex obsessed sluts, creatures were drawn to her and adhered to her. That which she brought forth taught her many secrets and, we believe, it still resides there to this day, sealed behind a door. It is another box, waiting for another Pandora, another beautiful evil, to release new ills upon the world.”

I listened, fascinated, “The door from my vision. What is behind there?”

“Hard to be certain.” Domitia tutted, “But we believe that could be the hidey hole of none of than your Mother herself, returned to this world, tinkering away at her experiments and preparing her new race. You can have your city, Pithos, we’ll make you the heireiai if you like.” She then gave me her eagle glare, “But we want her. Aid us with your visions, help us locate this door, and we shall grant you anything you desire in turn.”

I considered, uncertain, “My curse. And Mormo…”

“Mormo shall only ever treat you as a toy, mormolykeia are like children with dolls. Once bored she will toss you aside for another. As for your curse,” she moved close to me, the breasts behind her thin gown pressing against mine. Despair and shame began to flood me as she took my hand and put it between her legs. I was surprised when I felt the phallus there, “One taste of my seed and I can make you mortal again, if that is your wish.” She leaned away, freeing me from the sickening emotions, “Or, perhaps you would rather see your daughter safe?”

My head snapped up. I was about to issue a threat when a servant wandered in, bowing stiffly, “Heireiai Mormolyce is here my lady, apparently she has come to collect her servant and is grateful you found and ensured her safety.”

Domitia gave a lilting laugh, “Inform her it was no trouble at all.” she swivelled her head like a bird to me, “Think carefully on my words empusa. For now, farewell.”

When I was in the shelter of Mormo’s litter I related everything to her. She snarled, “She is trying to cause upheaval amongst us, do not let her words poison you.”

“She is a he.” I corrected.

Mormo nodded, “Drink of that seed Pithos, and that self-loathing you feel from her touch will never go away.”

I agreed, there was something off with Domitia, not that I could pin point what exactly. Preventing the Mother from ending the race of men sounded noble, yet my instincts told me there was more to it than that. I took a deep breath, “Mormo, do you trust me?”

She eyed me for some time, “Yes.”

“Then help me trust you. Show me the door.”

Her lips went into a tight line, “Alright.”

8. Confession

Varying hues of flesh, upon which are various intricate splatters of white. That is about as far as it comes for an empusa with regards to an appreciation of art. This much I learned when watching Nedjet and Oiran at their work, they could discuss the beauty of the phallus or compare the loads upon their breasts endlessly, try to discuss the latest erected statue, or the most popular ballad, and their eyes will grow dull with boredom, they will slink away to their hidey holes to continue their futile efforts at satiating their loins.

Aberration that I am, I had somehow retained enough of my mortal mind to admire beauty through both the mindset of an empusa and a woman. So I walked through the streets of Korinth now, taking in the beauty and wonders of this city through eyes made wise by Mormo’s guidance. In the dark alleys I saw not just fellow pornai, sometimes I glimpsed the Kobaloi, squat little creatures with enormous phalluses, running between shadows and playing mischief. In the gardens I sometimes espied ancient trees shift to consider me, dryads who had made their home here for centuries. In the city stables I once tasted a centaur, he grinned at me as he quaffed ale and offered me coin to pleasure his inhuman member.

When the nobles deigned to be seen amidst the rabble, I would glimpse the silenos, or the lamiae or mormolykeia amongst them, their existence dependent on that lofty gaggle of peacocks. To the mortals many of these creatures would be seen as evil, to be eliminated without mercy, but I knew them to be no more evil than the lion is to the antelope. Korinth was a magical wonder, and if something was not done, it would be wiped from the earth, its like never to be seen again.

The door had been similar but not exactly alike that of my vision. Through a secret portal in her chamber, Mormo had led me down the stairs, past the springs in the bowels of the akrokorinth, until I beheld an huge door depicting a woman. She was bound not by chains but by serpents, her legs spread to reveal not a vulva but a keyhole, through which one could see only blackness. Mormo confessed she had no idea what lay beyond, it had been sealed for centuries, all attempts to pry open or dig round it thwarted in some unusual way. When I placed my hand against it, however, I felt my womb tremble, felt it begin to grow pregnant with something foreign. The vile yet oddly pleasant sensation stopped only when Mormo gently led me away.

A few days later, war was declared upon Rome. As Mormo had predicted, Orestes announced new regulation from the senate that further weakened the Arcahean Leagues independence, causing further outrage amongst the populace and increasing anti-Roman sentiments. A month later I stood with the increasingly fretful Mormo, watching Critolaos lead the army out to meet the incoming Roman force. Rose petals rained down amidst the cheering throng as they applauded the brave men. Mormo could only tut, “They are outnumbered two to one, more than that on cavalry, they march to their deaths. But what choice do we have?” She gave me a resigned look, “You are free to work the city tonight Pithos, I shan’t tie you to the temple any longer.” She took my hand, “The end is coming, I can feel it, I ask only that when does, you be there with me.”

Unnerved by her increasingly fatalistic mood, I made a bold suggestion, “There is a way out of this, give the Ishim what they want. What do we care what is behind that door? If it’s the Mother herself so be it, I care not for her, only for you and this city.”

“Ah, still so naïve,” she sighed, “They would never be content to let us be. Sooner or later they will come, they will wipe us out so they can ensure the health of their flock, their own foodsource. Deals with them never work out, trust me.”

Perhaps not, I thought, but as I wandered through the city that night, watching with child-like wonder at all the unusual beings that call Korinth their home, I decided that such a deal would at least afford us all a better chance than none at all. Resolved, I went behind Mormo’s back in search of Domitia to offer my services along with the door’s location.

But she was nowhere to be found. With the declaration of the war and a complete collapse in negotiations, all the Roman ambassadors had left. With them gone I had no means of contacting the Ishim. I could only wait and pray to the Mother that somehow Critolaos would be victorious.

******

Late one night I returned to the temple, thirsting. With the city drained of fighting men business was quieter than normal, leaving us empusa struggling for decent seed. That night had been particularly unsuccessful, giving up I had made the ascent back, hoping to at least hook a few insomniac pilgrims at the temple proper.

It was there Nedjet accosted me, “Sister, may I speak with you privately?” She looked feverish, her eyes darted about.

“Of course.” I led her outside into the cool night air, to the crumbling tomb where I had first had us all meet, “What ails you?”

“I must confess to you,” she began, her head jerked as though she saw something in the darkness, then she faced me once more, “I have been spying for the Ishim, they know about you because I relayed it to them.”

I was shocked more than stunned by the revelation of her betrayal, shocked that a typical empusa would be able to perform such espionage, “Why sister?”

“You are unlike us sister.” She said, her eyes still darting, “You do not dream. When Oiran and I sleep, we glimpse our fate, we see the world where our predecessors now languor.”

It was true, we empusa slept only for a few minutes every few months. However where my slumber was dreamless Oiran and Nedjet spoke with trembling voices mixed in fear and excitement of a realm beyond this one. A realm of horror and wonder, paradise and pandemonium as one, “Such is the nature of our being, or so you both say. What of it?”

“That is the Mother’s world. In it I glimpsed creatures reaching for me, amongst them are goat headed creatures, all vying for my body. Do you understand?” When it was clear I did not she growled, “We are failures! Those beings are creatures made from the semen I have been collecting, the goat headed ones are the result of that collected from my…rituals. They are, in a way, our children. When it becomes clear we are not going to bring forth the perfect race our Mother desires, we are cast to them, to be threshed by our sons or for eternity.”

My vulva twitched, reacting in delight to such a fate even as my mind recoiled. I indicated her own glistening thighs, “Looks to me like that is what you want, what any typical empusa would want. Is that not what you have been doing anyway these past several years?”

“Several decades. Being threshed in this world is not the same as being threshed in that one, if you dreamed you would understand.” Nedjet then nodded, “My body craves it more and more, but my spirit longed for the realm of Banebdjedet, longed to be pierced eternally by his mighty phallus, I know now that it is not to be. Everyday I see them now sister, my children, even now I can see them peering at me from the recesses. They reach for me, sometimes they touch me. At first I passed right through them but now I can vaguely feel them, their intangible hands are caressing me even now. They whisper such things to me. Eventually, they shall be solid enough to drag me to their realm.”

I looked over her and around her, trying to see these eidolons she spoke of, but I saw only her. I could only shake my head as I took all this in, “Why are you telling me this? Why not Oiran, or the heireiai?”

“The deal I made with the Ishim.” Nedjet gasped, I had to wait a moment as she composed herself, “They said if I helped them they could ensure I would be taken by Banebdjedet, that I would not share the fate of the other empusa. I know they have spoken to you, I’m telling you all this now so you are aware, they lie. They lie with truth. Banebdjedet’s realm is the Mother’s realm.”

I considered this, Mormo had suggested pretty much the same. But what did we have to lose? Korinth would be doomed either way, “Nedjet, before you get taken I need you to relay a message to the Ishim. Tell them I wish to speak with them.”

She gave me an angry look, “Have you not been listening sister?”

I gripped her shoulders, “Trust me, I have. Will you do this for me?”

She looked at me a long time, then nodded.

9. Battle of Korinth

“Critolaos is dead, slain in battle, his army massacred.” Mormo said, kneeling beside me. I could not answer because my mouth was stuffed balls deep with a devotee’s phallus. The devotee was so consumed with lust by my aura that he did not even notice and continued on. Never had Mormo disturbed me in the middle of work, she found our acts distasteful, it spoke volumes about her increasingly dour state. I could only offer a wet, choked sound as a greeting.

Hands gripped my head, the member slid in and out of my face, my body flushed with pleasing warmth at performing its duty as empusa. Still, I managed to divide my attention enough to drink in Mormo’s words.

“I remember when I was first brought here as a ditsy young mortal. I was disgusted by all you harlots rutting like animals in the open, I was eager to pay my respects to Aphrodite and be away. But as my parents took me to see various delegates I saw the heterae, oh how they mesmerised me! There I was, waiting to be married off to some benefactor and I saw those free birds. They were not just whores, they were artists, singers, performers, scholars, whatever they wish to be. They entranced men with their wit and intellect, not just their lust. My parents were horrified when I announced my intentions and scolded me endlessly, so I ran away and came here.

“I was accepted with open arms, learned their ways eagerly and became noticed by the heireiai of that time herself. When she revealed herself as lamia to me I did not flinch, and accepted the task of being her successor. She had expected me to become one of the lamiae, I had the traits for such apparently, she was so shocked when I became what they would call the mormolykeia…”

I gagged as the devotee began thrusting faster, he was close to finishing. Mormo went on heedless, “The mortals speak of bad omens, they sense defeat is coming. There is talk of trees moving away from the city, of impish creatures flitting through the gates, of young men waking to find their wives gone. They are all fleeing Pithos. But I cannot, I am heireiai, and I must see it through.”

My body shuddered in unsatisfying orgasm as the devotee ejaculated down my throat. His own lust satiated for a time, his glazed eyes regained their focus. He realised who was beside me and went pale, he retreated, stuttering apologies. I frowned at the exaggerated reaction as I wiped the spit and cum from my face, then looked over to Mormo.

She was covered in blood.

I leapt up, fearing she was injured as first, then realised what had really happened. “You imbecile!” I hissed, “Are you not even feeding discretely anymore?” She just laughed and shook her head.

She limply accepted my weight as I helped her up and led her to her private quarters. The other priestesses who saw us gave exclamations and offered to send for the priests from the Asclepieia. I calmed them as best I could and had them fetch hot water for a bath. When alone with her I undressed Mormo, setting the ruined garments aside to be burned and had her dip into the steaming water. I proceeded to clean her as best I could as she continued to babble mindlessly about how Diaeaus would be elected, how the League would fall, and other political issues I had no mind for just then.

Eventually, she grew quiet as I scrubbed her, her copper eyes meeting my own. She blushed and suddenly blurted, “Empusae are capable of love you know, only extremes of love though, that is what it takes to break through their lust, that is why their relationships are usually incestuous…”

“I’m an aberration, remember?” I broke in, then kissed her.

******

Quietly, slowly, I broke from Mormo’s sleepy embrace and patted quietly into the main chamber. I walked around the gleaming statue of Aphrodite, looking for Nedjet, checking her usual favoured areas. Not finding her, I began checking every crevasse, every nook, for a good hour I searched, but to no avail. I needed to meet with the Ishim and it needed to be soon.

I came across Oiran, she was against a pillar, legs spread, playing with herself as she waited impatiently for the next worshipper, “Sister, where is Nedjet?”

She looked up at me, smiling, “Gone, to that realm…getting rammed by rams probably. If things don’t pick up here soon I might as well join her.”

A sinking feeling came at the pit of my stomach as I realised my only line of communication with the Ishim was now gone.

10. Being Shadow

I need not have feared, for I would soon meet them.

The festive mood in the city was snuffed out, growing despair rose and people began fleeing eastwards, aware the Roman legions would be upon us soon. Rather hastily, the Archaean League elected Diaeaus as the new strategos. Again Mormo took me with her to watch the swiftly assembled replacement army march to fend off the invaders. Although cheers and applause were given to the brave men, there was no hiding the sombre mood that tainted the air, it was not helped by talk of visions of a blood covered heireiiai walking the streets.

I stood, hand in hand with Mormo on the balcony, as yet more men filed out of Korinth, more seed denied to my womb. I considered arguing with Mormo again, pleading with her to leave with me, but she would not have it. Korinth was in a panic enough without the heireiai fleeing and leaving her people. For good or ill we were staying.

I was in the now quiet streets later that same day, I had just been sodomised behind the temple of Apollo after a long time failing to gain a client. I rounded the corner, somewhat refreshed for having drank, albeit rectally, where I encountered a group of armed men. A familiar scarred man addressed me, “The Lady Domitia would speak with you.”

Surprised that she was even in Korinth, I had them lead the way. It was as I approached her quarters that something remarkable happened.

We approached a villa which had belonged to one of the lamiae of Korinth before they fled. As I got near I could sense the fornication occurring on the top floor, wafting from the window left open in the heat of the day. As if on instinct my vulva shivered, my heart leapt, and I became shadow.

For a delicious instant I became incorporeal, the world was twilight around me, and then I was back in the material once more, only I was on the balcony of that window. I heard exclamations behind me, the men confused by my sudden vanishing act. I heeded them not, I allowed myself to marvel at this ability I had not been aware of for only a moment before I entered the room.

On the bed, amidst tangled sheets, was Domitia. She was on top of someone who matched her in blonde hair and blue eyes, only he was clearly of masculine form. Domitia was taking his cock inside herself, working her hips back and forth as she gleefully spoke to him, “When we present her before the Thrones, they will have no choice to but grant us ascension to the higher ranks.”

I leaned a hip against the nearby dresser and made the sound of clearing my throat, not that I have needed to do so in years. With a start, the two Ishim leapt up, the masculine one quickly clothing himself whilst Domitia glared at me, “How?”

“I wish to make a deal.” I said before they could call the guards, “Let us be honest here, you will not spare Korinth. Once you have whatever’s behind that door you will find some way to renege on the deal and wipe us out.”

The masculine one frowned, looked to Domitia, who made no attempt to clothe herself, indeed she seemed to flaunt her hermaphroditic body defiantly, “Then you know nothing of us Ishim. We are incapable of lying.”

That took me back only for an instant, before I understood, “Indeed, that may be the case, but you are like the Roman senate. You do not lie, you tailor and reveal truths as it suits you. As I said, you would find some way to renege. But it doesn’t matter, you can have what’s behind the door, and you can have Korinth.”

“Oh?” She said, intrigued.

I held up two fingers, “When it is over, I ask only that you spare two people. My daughter is left alone, naturally, and Mormolyce. You let her go when Korinth falls.” I smiled, “You have no doubt pieced it together as I have, somehow I am the key to opening that portal. I will work with you to see it done, but you must grant me this in turn. Do so and I am yours.”

Domitia laughed, “A mortal and a mormo for the Mother of Abominations and a city? You have yourself a deal pornai. You give us this and you can take your heireiai and go back to sucking dicks for a pastime.” She ran a hand down the masculine Ishim’s chest, “Now if you don’t mind, I was in the middle of an important affair. Exactly how did you get past-”

I saw her eyes widen for a moment as I became as shadow once again and flicked away from them.

******

I sat beside Mormo on the hill overlooking the city, placed a hand in hers as the sun began to set, “You’ve had news?”

She nodded, “The legions crushed them, they say Diaeaus has fled north somewhere. The legions will be upon us come the morn. They are being led by Consul Lucius Mummus, whose wife is the Lady Domitia.” Seeing my look she smiled sadly, “Ishim can twist the memories of their flock, as far as they and even Orestes are concerned they have always been married. She is no doubt advising them to make an example of us even now.”

I sighed and kissed her, “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”

*****

I was in an alcove, pleasuring one of the few pilgrims still coming when Oiran came, face covered as usual, “This is farewell sister, my son and I are leaving for new pastures this night.”

With an effort, I swivelled on the pilgrim’s phallus to better see Oiran, “I understand, take care of yourselves.”

She giggled and kissed me, “Thanks, I would face what’s to come with you, but I will risk no harm to befall my husband. So I go with him. May the Mother watch over you both.” As the pilgrim thrust into me from behind, I watched Oiran walk out of the temple for good, arm in arm with her son. I briefly wondered what escapades the two of them would go through on their journey, then the pilgrim orgasmed and I was lost to my own pleasures.

11. The Golden One

We both stood upon the akrokorinthos, watching as the legions poured into the city. The sound of screams reached us even at that height. Sparks of flame and plumes of smoke began to rise, the crashing sound of buildings toppling echoed through the Isthmus.

“They are plundering us.” I breathed.

“Rome is making an example to the rest of the league.” Mormo said flatly, “They will destroy this place utterly.” We watched a while longer before she turned away, “Come, I would admire the temple one final time. I should be with the priestesses when they are being sold into slavery anyway.”

We walked across the green plateau, entered the marble temple, and paused when we saw a gathering of golden haired people dressed in the purest white. I watched them calmly whilst Mormo’s hand tightened in mine, “The Ishim.”

Domitia stepped forward from the group, “Time to honour our bargain pornai.”

I felt Mormo’s eyes on me, “Pithos, what have you done?”

“What any sensible pornai would.” Domitia said as two Ishim seized the heireiai, “She has surrendered herself that you might be spared. We always keep our word.” She indicated the Ishim holding her, “Toss the bitch out of the city, see to it she does not get back in.”

I had to steel my resolve as Mormo was dragged away kicking and screaming after me.

I had to steel myself further when Domitia placed her hand on my shoulder, “Shall we get this over with, I’d rather we concluded things before the flock get here.”

I nodded and led the white clad group into Mormo’s chambers. I went to her shelf stuffed with scrolls and parchment and reached for the switch behind. With a mechanical click it slid away, revealing the winding stairway downwards. We went down, Domitia and I leading, deep into the earth until we stood before the lewd door. Domitia looked it over with disgust, “Alright, your visions must have shown something, get it open.”

Taking a deep breath, I placed my hands upon it and let my body respond. I felt something crystallise in my womb, felt my loins contract, with several gasps I pushed and felt something fall from my bowels to clink upon the floor. Several murmurs of revulsion sounded behind me, Domitia’s included, “Well, I’m certainly not touching that. Pick it up pornai and unlock it. Ready your weapons brethren.” Shimmering and unearthly instruments began to materialise into their hands as I retrieved the key that had fallen from me, it seemed to be made of urea crystals and was phallic in design.

Hesitantly, put the key into the lock and turned. The snakes in the depiction became alive and slithered away, with a rumble the door opened to reveal inky blackness beyond. Icy cold emanated from it.

“Are you there daemon whore?” Domitia called, hefting her own weapon, “Come forwards and surrender at once in the name of the godhead!”

There was no answer, I felt my own body respond, felt my mouth shift and vocal cords shudder to voice a blasphemous language I had never heard yet somehow understood, “I am here. Who are you?”

The response came in the same language, a language so blasphemous and depraved it caused the earth to shudder and the Ishim to clutch at their ears, in a voice so beautifully perverse I wept, “So many names are attributed to me, the last one I was given was Ornoskelis, dweller of caves and tempter of men.”

I blinked, felt my heart pound, “Are you the Mother?”

“Nay.” It laughed, “I am but a voice that was given a body, and one that freely granted my service to your Mother, for it was she that gave me purpose.”

“What are you two saying, stop at once!” Domitia cried.

I ignored her, “Why were you imprisoned here?”

“Imprisoned? I was feeding. Every orgasm, every shudder of pleasure this city experienced was as food to me. Once I had my fill I set in motion my release, had my servant grant you visions to free me.”

“The Bound Witch.” I said, piecing it together, “She was the heireiai that brought you here. So what now?”

“Now I am rejuvenated.” The darkness spoke, “I go to your Mother and ask her what she wills. She seeks to make what she calls, the ‘Pearlescent Race’, but we learned that cannot be done until the fabric of the mortals have reached their evolutionary peak. Their seed is useless until they achieve this. So we wait, and prepare with the fodder she creates in the meantime.”

“Enough of this.” Domitia cried out, “Attack!”

Laughter in the darkness, “Ishim? Lowly Ishim? Did you actually think you could take me on and impress your superiors alone? Fools! Sons of Python, attend me!” Serpents lunged forth, they struck at the Ishim, tightening around them and burying their phallic heads into their orifices. I watched, amazed, as their eyes rolled back in pleasure and their human appearance fell away, revealing their true bird-like forms.

Sensing danger, I fled up the stairs as they fought the things. I made it as far as Mormo’s chamber when a searing instrument struck my legs and caused me to topple. I looked up to see Domitia staggering forth, half of her still human, the other half like a humanoid eagle. “It is not over, I will ascend the ranks, drag this sorry creature before the Thrones. Just need… reinforcements.” She glared at me, one eye blue the other beady and black, “We can start with taking you!” She lunged.

I dodged, causing her to fall into the chair beside the table. I rushed to where Mormo normally seated herself and pressed the hidden switch, causing the pinning instruments to sprout forth and trap her. “What?” Domitia gasped, her robe bulged with an erection as the poisons took hold of her mind as they once had mine, “What?” Was all she could manage again as she struggled against the lurid sensation filling her, drool fell from her mouth.

The echoes died from the stairs, it grew cold as Ornoskelis approached. I realised that it would likely do my vaguely mortal mind no good to behold her and that I had best flee. “Been a pleasure doing business with you, Domitia.” As I left the chamber I heard orgiastic and inhuman screams trail after me.

I entered the main temple to find the Romans had reached us. I was in time to see the statue of Aphrodite topple, her head cracking from her body, the mirror shield shattering into countless fragments. They rounded up the priestesses, some availed themselves of them. I ran through a lesser known exit to the outside, looking for an escape.

The akrokorinth was crawling with them, the hill was encircled to ensure no one escaped. The city below burned all over now as its treasures were hauled away. I fretted, I may be immortal but I could not fight through a trained army. They would pin me and bind me in chains in no time. I would be a slave and would likely never see Mormo again.

“Quite the predicament, no?” A woman stood beside me, causing me to jump. She was naked, save for a leather blindfold. Despite this she surveyed the area as though she had perfect clarity. I recognised the Bound Witch, the empusa and herieiai who had placed the key inside me and set me on this path, “Sister, what are you doing here?”

“Come to conclude things with Ornoskelis of course. She promised to take me to her world if I aided her and so it shall be.”

I thought quickly, “Then take me with you, better there than some slave pit for these Ishim-owned sheep.”

“I saw a rather pathetic looking creature just yonder as I came.” The Bound Witch went on, “One of those that prefer blood to semen, for some reason. She was weeping and weeping, I don’t think she’ll ever stop if you come with me.”

I winced, “Mormo is waiting for me. But, I can’t get to her…”

I felt the Bound Witch’s index finger slip into my rectum, I gasped and leaned in to take more of her. She laughed, “See how your body responds? You are an empusa, try thinking with you vulva rather than your head, you’ll be surprised how effective it can be. Besides,” she leaned close, “You have another purpose dear. The one who will bring about the ‘Pearlescent Race’, the one called ‘The End of All Flesh’, you must find her.”

Too impatient to enquire further, I closed my eyes, felt my loins shiver. When I opened my eyes, I was in the city itself, flames rose high and whooping soldiers ran about me. I had become shadow again, I realised. I looked back to the akrokorinth, fancied I saw a waving figure up there. One soldier gave a shout and pointed my way. I focused and shadow-leapt again.

I was by the Temple of Apollo, even that deity was not spared the Res Publica’s wrath as its columns fell. I leapt again, the grove where the silenos group threshed me burned. More soldiers, all running my way upon seeing me. I leapt again, was in the Agora where people were being either put to the sword or kept to be sold on. There a richly clad military man I assumed was the consul cursed as his horse startled at my appearance. He shouted for me to be seized immediately.

I was growing more and more weary with each leap, clearly this ability came at a price. As they advanced I focused and fled again. I breathed heavily, too heavily for a creature that does not need air. I had appeared right in the midst of a marching legion this time. Swearing, I leapt again.

I know not where I appeared, only recall the earth rushing up to meet me as I blacked out.

Prologue: The Metic

When I woke, Mormo was at my side. “Where are we?” I croaked.

Mormo looked up from a scroll she was reading, quickly placed it aside to take my hand, “On a vessel, bound for Athens.”

I found I was in a hammock, swinging gently as the ship moved with the tides. My body grew aroused at once, more viciously than I had ever known it, I grimaced and tried to hold it in check, “By the Mother, I need cock bad. Tell me there are some randy sailors up there.”

Mormo nodded, “And more than a few refugees who need comforting. But first, what happened? I found you passed out nearly a mile away from the city, it was blind chance that I stumbled across you at all.” When I relayed everything to her she became grim, “I had no idea, at least the Ishim got what was coming to them. It seems you are no aberration Pithos, you are an evolved form of your kind. Who knows what else you are capable of?” She managed a weak smile, “We’ll go to the temple in Athens, the heireiai there will at least give us shelter. We can start again there, together.”

I smiled back, “Together.” I deftly tumbled out of the hammock, “But first I’m going to get a man inside me before I go feral.”

******

From the cover of a tapestry, I glimpsed my daughter, smiling with her husband as she cradled her newborn. I knew better than to reveal myself, knew my aura could have an effect on her. Instead I contented myself with her contentment, watched as she breastfed her child and lulled it to slumber as I once did to her. She looked up my way, “Mother?”

And I was gone, an apparition, an eidolon giving my blessing to her, or whatever else her mind may conjure. Either way it would be the last time we saw one another.

I walked the docks of Piraeus once again, offering my services. No pornoboskos to answer to this time, I was no longer pornai but metic, a harlot with no owner but herself. Mormo herself had arranged it with the temple here and granted me my freedom.

Korinth was naught but ruins now, utterly razed to the ground. Although I sometimes found myself missing the beautiful views the akrokorithos afforded, it felt good to be back in the familiar alleys of Piraeus in Athens, the scent of the sea reminding me of my main form of sustenance. When my lust granted me reprieve from whoredom I would go to the temple of Aphrodite Urania and lounge with my lover Mormo there, as she schemed away, thinking she can somehow reform the now disbanded League. On occasion we would attend the various events together, enjoying one another’s company over the ages.

Mormo researched into the term ‘End of All Flesh’, the one the Bound Witch said I was to find, but she heard it only as a reference to our Mother. She concluded that she is likely an empusa or such whose body will provide the seed to bring about the Mother’s designs. Eventually, as the centuries wore on and we grew weary of Athens, we moved on and travelled the world together, exploring and waiting, waiting for the time when this mysterious figure emerges.

Until then, I intend to relish every moment of my immortality. I intend to relish every phallus stuffed into my holes, relish every drop of semen upon my body, or inside my body, but most of all I intend to relish every moment in Mormo’s arms, and the press of her body against mine.

THE END