Pantheon

Bacchus

I'm watching that prick while he's fucking his new boy-toy. Motherfucker! I've always hated Apollo, well, almost always. He's my complete opposite in so many ways, what can you expect? He's all about bringing things into the light, making things orderly and clean. I like to get down and dirty, let chaos rule. My powers come from a more primal, dark place.

I'd really enjoyed the time he'd been gone. It had been five years since he'd left Olympus and I hadn't missed him for a second in that too brief time. We'd all known when he came back with Michael that he'd found his soul-mate. Fuck, it pisses me off. How could a tight ass fuckwad like him have a soul-mate?

They're in the gardens, so wrapped up in the each other that Apollo doesn't even sense me, fucking his human bent over a bench. Michael is moaning and begging for it and I can't believe this kid. I found them `cause I was looking for my son, Vynus, who's a satyr. I'll never forget that day I was in corporeal form as a goat and there was his mom looking all sexy to my goat-self. Back when we were attracted to females and could do whatever we wanted. Damn, I miss those days.

So I find Vynus with his buddy Hector, who's one of the half-breed humans, and they're bragging about this incredible fuck they just had. "That's the best pussy I've had in about two- hundred years," Hector says.

"No shit! He worked my cock like it was the last piece he'd ever get inside him again." My curiosity's peeked as I approached my son and his friend. I wonder who they're talking about. I've been on the end of a satyr's cock and it's no easy feat. And I'm a little pissed `cause Hector's had my ass more than a few times in the last couple hundred years.

"Hey," I get their attention. "Who're you guys talking about?" I ask as they turn around.

"Oh, hey, Pops. It's no one."

I give Vynus a look, like he better get a fuckin' clue, and wait for him to tell me. He finally does and looks at the ground since he knows how I feel about Apollo. Hector has the good sense to be embarrassed and backs away, blushing. I ask where they are and go find them.

The rule is: if you bring a human you care about to this place then you have to share him or her with any resident who wants to. Apollo was the one who thought the rule up, to keep our population down, and I wonder how he feels about it now. The other part of the rule is that all of us are gay, more population control. All of us had to agree and some days I still can't believe I fell in line like that.

So, I'm watching Apollo fuck his Michael and I'm stunned. Knowing that this human just took on a satyr and a demigod, one I know is a hell of a fucker, and is begging Apollo to fuck him harder; is just fucking amazing to me. We `gods' have a really high sex drive when we have bodies and it looks like the kid's is just as high. Apollo must have done something to him. I'm tempted to demand my turn when they finish but I can't stand that bastard so much that I know I won't. I do feel some vindictive pride that my boy just used him good and filled his ass with goat come.

Apollo pulls his absurdly big cock out and flips the human onto his back in the grass. I see a jet of come fly out with Apollo's dick, it kind of turns me on. Apollo rams right back in and this time I can see them gazing all love struck at one another. The connection between them crackles like lightning to my senses and it makes me want to puke. I know I'm jealous and that just disgusts me more. I've had so many lovers that I can't even count them, some I even married for a time. But I've never had a soul-mate and each time one of my kind finds one, which hardly ever happens, I get more certain that I'll never find my own.

I turn around and walk away, disgusted at the universe and myself. I'm horny and spoiling for a fight so I head down the mountain where most of the half-breeds live. I know none of my brothers will fight with me. I don't even get half way out of the gardens when I hear someone calling my name and I stop and turn to find my sister, Hecate. She's waving and pops up just in front of me.

Back in the day Hecate was the one of our kind that I felt closest to. Our powers come from very similar places and we have a lot in common. We even had a few kids together. In the last thousand years she had spent more time concentrating on the future and less time worrying about supernaturals and human witches, her provenance. She'd always been concerned with fate and had trained her powers so that every little random circumstance informed her of what might be coming. None of us can know the future but she comes closest to actually getting there.

"I felt the turmoil of your emotions and it worries me." She looked sincere and I had to stop from saying the first thing that popped into my head. Taking a breath I tried to calm down.

"I'm fine. Nothing a little fucking and fighting won't take care of." I start to turn away but she puts her hand on my shoulder and stops me.

"You are not fine. I know your feelings and I wish I could help. You will never find true love here. When was the last time you even visited the real universe?"

I shake my head, angrier than before, and spit my answer at her, "It's been a long time. The `real universe' isn't as fun as it used to be."

"You should go there." With a look of almost motherly concern she takes my hand as she speaks, "I've sensed something. There is a man down there you could have an incredible bond with. I don't know that he is your soul-mate but I have seen that you could be very happy with him."

"Yeah right. And who is this human, or is it a human?"

"He is human, but that is all I can see. If you make the journey you will find him, I know that. All I ask is that you seek a little happiness, brother." She looks at me with love and I can't help but remember some of our history and the genuine affection we've shared. The bitch is right, what can I do?

"Maybe, okay? I'll think about it anyway." Feeling like I've placated her I hug her and she's gone in an instant.

Full of thoughts, I don't feel so angry anymore. I decide to ignore what Hecate said for a moment and think of my son's friend Hector. I go incorporeal for a second and pop up behind him. He's ditched my kid somewhere and is alone in his villa. I'm suddenly determined to show him who's the best fuck of the century as I slip up behind him.

Hector is a lame fuck. I'm lying in his bed and he's snoring beside me. Chalk another one up to my stupid ego. But I have to say he fills my ass nicely, and filled my ass with come for sure. I stick my hand between my legs and rub at the wetness oozing out of my hole, impressed that his second and third loads of the day should be so copious. Not bad for a half-breed, but he only made me come once. I roll over and get to my feet, feeling dissatisfied.

Maybe I'm just being a spaz but Hecate's words keep running around in my head along with images of Apollo and Michael looking at each other with so much love. It's driving me crazy so I decide, what the fuck? Can't hurt to check out the world and see what's changed; maybe have a little fun too.

I send a quick message to some of my brothers and sisters to let them know I'm going stateside. Just from listening into the world I know I'll be heading for Las Vegas. Sin and decadence? Count me in. It's been awhile since I've been to that part of the world. There were a few native tribes that used to worship me around there, called me the Trickster in a few languages, but it pretty much sucked a couple thousand years ago. I'm starting to get a little excited.

It takes some pretty intense concentration on my part to cross over and claim my human body from the elements. I pick one of my favorites and I appear on a dark street as a young Greek god. I've got longish curly hair, an awe-inspiring body and no clothes. I love the idea of tattoos and long black grapevines with intricate leaves run up and down my arms, over my chest and back. A large symbol, my name in Mayan, takes shape in bright colors over my abs. I take the time to concentrate again and soak in as much general information about this culture as I can. Taking a cue from what I learn I pull a tight, blood-red button-up shirt over my chest, do it up, and roll up the sleeves to my elbows. Next I pull on some jeans and I'm smitten. These pants have to be the best invention of the modern age. I get a wide, brown leather belt and I make some cool sandals, flip-flops, that match the belt to finish the outfit.

I pop from the deserted street to the Strip. The desert air at night is cool and refreshing. I take in my surroundings and for the first time I'm glad I came. It's magical and reminds me of when I first came into self-awareness eons ago. `What has mankind done?' I think. I turn in circles and take in the buildings, lights, feel of the air and moods of those around me.

I'm literally in my element, holy fuck. I can feel that old magic flowing through my body and it's almost making me feel stoned. I used to do a bunch of things with and for my followers when I thought I was a god. Of all those things I did my favorite activity was the bacchanalia. Massive orgies I arranged, I'd get those humans stoned and drunk and touch them with my power to set them off. It always turned into madness with feasting, wild orgies, dancing, music and sometimes a little cannibalism.

See, when the humans and animals went mad it made me drunk, well for a god anyway, and I was addicted to that feeling. There is no greater pleasure than letting go of all inhibitions: fucking and getting fucked by everything and everyone around you, feeling the soul deep connection that every being shares with one another, not caring if you live or die. I long for and fear those days equally. I can tell that this area in this city is only a spark away from that. It takes all my willpower not to let loose and start that conflagration, despite our stupid rules about interfering with the humans.

First thing I want to attend to business and take my mind off the temptation of this place. I make myself an identity. I have to live as a human (stupid rules) and find a place to live in a suite of rooms at the top of one of the towers. I pop up there and furnish my new home. I'm momentarily sucked into the tv. `I fuckin' love humans! What will they think of next?' runs through my head.

I find a job as an events-organizer and make it mine. Suddenly I'm a little tired and really horny from all the work. I scan through my options of places to go and pop inside the biggest one. There are a lot of pretty boys and some hot men but a quick walk through leaves me cold. I pop back to my place as the attention of the crowd grows too great. I expand my search to include anyplace I can have a good time. One place draws my attention quickly, it's called The Lucky Satyr. I know from gleaning knowledge that it's a hole in the wall dive where locals hang out. It's outside the city limits and sounds lousy but I feel drawn to it.

Never the type to over-think shit, I pop off to the bar. I walk in and I can feel all eyes turn to me. Okay... What I failed to learn is that this bar is also the local hang-out for a bunch of law enforcement types. Fuck! There are some prison guards, local police and even some state police officers scattered among the locals. I understand why law and order are necessary to human civilization but I don't like it. It's my experience that humans are happiest when they live like the animals they are. I feel obliged to hate any man or woman who dedicates their lives to that bullshit.

I think about leaving for a second but this is a bar and that makes it home. On reconsideration this might not be so bad. I walk straight up to the bar and order a glass of their specialty. It's some strange concoction of fruit juice and whiskey that I chug straight down. Not bad. I turn and study the bar patrons, trying to decide where to start. These fuckers are in for a good time and I'm just the being to make sure of it.

Less than an hour goes by and I'm loving life, loving this bar. There are two women and one guy dancing on the bar. One of the women is a police officer and the other is a school nurse, they only have on their panties as they gyrate to the music from the jukebox. The guy is this hot firefighter and he's completely naked, he moves to the music with the kind of rhythm that only comes from complete abandon. I have these two other police officers making out on the pool table. One of them is a state highway patrolman and the other is an undercover detective with the metro PD. They're supposedly straight but right now they're practically fucking on the felt covered table while we watch.

Sure, I've been compelling them. The rule is that I can't make them do anything they don't want to do and I've been exploiting their most hidden desires. I turn my head back to the girl I'm letting rub her ass all over my hard dick. I'm having more fun than I've had in centuries. One of the prison guards is a werewolf and he keeps looking at me like he wants me for dinner, he senses something about my otherness and isn't sure what I am. I've already decided I'm going to go home with him and fuck his brains out. He leers at me while he licks the face of the redneck dude he's grinding on. It's been awhile since I got with one of his kind. These modern werewolves have no fuckin' clue that me and Hecate made them in a stupid attempt to bring humans closer to their animal nature.

I push the bitch off me and jump onto the bar. I rip my clothes off to dance with the others and soon enough I'm in the middle of a firefighter/nurse sandwich. I'm trying to decide if I should ignite the little spark it will take to start the actual fucking as the firefighter rubs his hard cock against my ass and the nurse rubs her tits against my chest. I can't fuck her, literally, but I'm wondering if the rules will let me eat her pussy while the guy takes my ass or if I'll end up being completely turned off. I'm dancing and examining all my options, keeping tabs on the action in the room, when a voice thunders through the little bar.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" He bellows and I turn to the front door where he's just come in with another police officer. They're both in uniform and everyone turns to them and freezes. I can feel my compulsions collapsing around me as my dance partners climb off the bar. `Fuck this guy,' I think. This is my welcome party.

He's a big guy as I jump off the bar and walk up to him. He tries not to be obvious as he checks me out. In this body I'm just over six feet tall and I used to tower over the little Greeks that used to worship me, but this guy's got four or five inches on me. He's big and burly in his fitted uniform, hot as fuck. There is an air of violence that surrounds him and he reminds me of an ancient gladiator but they were never in the kind of shape this guy's in. His black hair is cut military short and he has the greenest eyes I've seen in awhile. There is a dark outline on his jaw from stubble and I bet he's got a perpetual five-o'clock shadow.

"I'm what's going on, motherfucker." I ignore the little guy standing next to him as I speak and get right up in his space.

"And who the fuck are you?" His voice is deep and I can almost feel the rumble of his words in my skin.

"Dion." I give him my name and stick out my hand after running it over the length of my big, hard cock. I've got a little over a foot of dick on this body and I can feel the head rub over the coarse fabric of his uniform pants as I step closer. He's glaring at my hand between us then the spot where I've leaked lube on his dark pants. He doesn't seem that impressed with me or my big cock and that pisses me off.

"How about I buy you a drink, Officer?" I'm going to get him drunk and see what I can make him do, teach him a little lesson in manners.

"I don't drink, Dion." He says my name like it makes him want to spit. "What have you done to these people?"

While I've got his attention I've started the party up again. The mostly-naked nurse brings a drink to this guy's partner and leads him away. I need some time with him to figure him out. The fucked up part is that I can feel some kind of a connection between us and it can't be possible. The shithead doesn't drink and he's a pig, maybe something is off with my powers.

"I'm just making sure they have a good time. Is there a problem with that, Officer?"

"The problem is that my friends are acting crazy and you're the only one in here I don't know. So stop playing games and tell me what the fuck is going on!" It's obvious this guy is used to getting his way from the commanding tone he tries to lay on me.

"Listen, Officer... What's your name?"

"Jensen."

"Okay, Officer Jensen. I'm letting your friends loosen up and have a good time. That's all that's going on." I give him my most innocent and sexy smile as I move closer to rub more of my dick along his trousers.

"Fuckin' listen, Dion." Again with the name-spitting-thing. "If you've spiked the drinks you better tell me. Is it roofies or something?"

"No, you listen. Their drinks aren't spiked. They're just having a good time." I purr out my words as I move even closer and put one hand on his chest, it's thick and strong. "We can have a good time, too."

"Okay, dickhead. I gave you a chance now I'm going to make you tell me." He puts a hand on my shoulder and tries to turn me around but he's too weak to handle me.

"You're not going to make me tell you anything, Officer Fuckhead." I'm sick of his shit even though he smells like walking sex. Jeesh, if I could still smote someone this guy would so be toast. He grins like a wolf, showing all his perfect, white teeth. Wow, dental hygiene sure has improved.

"Turn around." He applies more pressure to my shoulder as he reaches around his belt to grab his handcuffs.

"You going to pat me down? Maybe give me a cavity search, Officer Jensen?" I still don't turn around, mostly because I feel locked into his eyes. There is some serious heat passing between us and my hard dick can feel his boning up. I'm actually starting to get pissed that this fuckin' po-po might be the guy Hecate was talking about.

"Bet you'd like that, huh? Want me to shove my fist in your tight little hole?" Damn, if my dick gets any harder I'm going to die. I can feel myself responding to his rough authority. And his defenses are starting to crumble if he's talking to me like that. I wonder what I can compel him to do.

Without thinking I grab his uniform shirt and pull him into a bruising kiss. At first I don't think he's going to respond but after a second he's raping my mouth with his tongue. I can't believe the amount of sexual heat pouring out of this human and I'm consumed with the need to fuck. I want him so bad my body aches all over and the primal part of my brain, the only part that's still functioning reaches out to him with my power.

As I push my tongue into his mouth the power slides into him. I want him to be strong, strong as any god; and virile, potent as the magnetism flowing out of him promises. I want to revel in his arms forever. Suddenly he's grasping my hands behind me with one of his big hands on both my wrists and he has me bent back as he plunders my mouth. He chews on my bottom lip before running his tongue over it. Little whimpering sounds escape my throat and spur him on to press me even closer against him. He's supporting both our weight and I feel the hard length of his cock pushing against me under the uniform.

He groans in pain and pulls back as he pushes me away from him. Quickly he reaches down and undoes the fastening of his pants to push them down along with his underwear. His cock rears out of the opening and I'm in awe of his endowment. It's thick as fuck and longer than mine. It was obviously the source of his discomfort and I'm not surprised as it stops bouncing at a forty-five degree angle from his belly. It's not the kind of cock to be trapped in any clothes.

I slide back up to him and grasp it greedily. Holy shit, it's hot in my palm. He groans and pushes me away again, frustration evident in every line of his face and body.

"What are you doing to me? Christ!" He advances on me, angry, and takes my chin in his hand. "Tell me, man." He angles my face and holds me to watch my eyes.

"I'm not doing anything. You want me and I want you." I've sort of lost touch with what's going on around me but I can tell that they're all watching us.

"You want me?" He handles his cock and waves it at me. I bite my lip and nod, never wanting anything so bad in my existence. "Then you're gonna get it." I grab his dick again and he grimaces as a moan wells out of this chest. "You're not afraid of that?" He indicates his cock.

I wanna say `Have you ever seen a centaur's cock?" but I go with, "I want it." He smiles at me like I'm the next course in his dinner and spins me around to push me over a table.

"We'll see how you feel when I'm buried in your cunt." I resist a little and he shouldn't be able to do it but my chest is pressed to the sticky table top and he's right behind me. I feel his cock pressed against my ass as he breathes right into my ear.

"You still want it?" I feel him disconnect a little and the big head is pressed right up against my hole. I nod my head as he holds me down with one hand in the middle of my back. He shoves in and my little hole puts up a brief struggle as he buries himself to the hilt inside me. Fuck it hurts and he shouldn't be able to take my ass like this. I will my body to accept the invasion and provide some juice to lube what's coming.

I moan in pain and pleasure while I feel his cock throb inside me. He starts fucking me and it's like an explosion. I look up to see all the other humans fucking in various combinations. I concentrate and a gush of liquid flows out of my ass to ease his way as he begins to withdraw. He pulls out fully and plunges back in, leaning all his weight into the one hand keeping me pinned. I cry out at the intense sensations pummeling me as he begins fucking me, my mouth hanging open.

I've never felt anything so good as he pistons in and out of my ass in long strokes that stimulate every part of my body. Each time he bottoms out I grunt at the deep feeling of his cock lodging inside me. He fucks like a master and I start coming all over the table, it feels like gallons spill out of me.

"Fuck!" He yells as the clenching muscles from my orgasm send him into his own. And he's pouring gallons of his own seed into my tight channel. It starts to back up and overflows my hole, dripping down my balls.

Minutes later we're both coming down as he pants over my back. His dick is still super hard and he groans into the hair at the nape of my neck. He rips his dick out of me and flips me over onto my back like it's nothing. I lay in the puddle of my own come as he pulls my legs up and rams back into me. I scream and grab onto the edge of the table to keep from flying off.

"Your shirt." I somehow manage to pant out between thrusts. He puts my legs over his shoulders and he reaches for the buttoned edges of his uniform shirt. He savagely yanks the shirt open and the buttons fly off, everywhere. He rips off the padded vest and undershirt beneath it before grabbing my legs at the ankles and spreading them wide to let him sink his cock even deeper into me.

Finally I see his body and he's fucking beautiful. He's got muscles everywhere and he's covered in dark curling hair. His arms holding me open are thickly muscled and I can see the muscles in his stomach flex with each thrust into my body. More of his come is leaking out of me to puddle with my own beneath me.

He pushes my legs together and back against my chest as he leans over me. He lets both of my legs come to rest over one of his broad shoulders before he claims my mouth in another devouring kiss. By putting my feet together he's made me tighter and we both moan while he pounds my ass.

I vaguely hear the others shouting and I know they're finding their own climaxes. We aren't far behind as he pumps another big load into my stretched ass, setting me off. He fucks me right through it and his cock doesn't lose and ounce of its rigidity. Fuck, how can a human be fucking me so good?

He wraps my legs around his waist and lifts me off the table, still impaled on his cock. I'm still hard as well and each step he takes feels fan-fucking-tastic. He walks around and over the dazed and sated bodies around us to the pool table. He pulls me off his cock and sets me down on the edge. A pool of come leaks out of me to soak into the already come-drenched felt covering.

He lifts the bodies of several men and one woman off the table before he climbs on and pulls me to the center. Somehow we both know this will be the last fuck for tonight as I wrap my legs around his waist and he slams his cock into me. A high keening starts coming out of my throat as he sets an immediate hard-driving rhythm. He gets up onto his knees and turns me so I'm lying on my side. He holds one of my come-smeared cheeks open to watch his cock move in and out of me. Then he starts pulling his cock out and punching it back into me over and over while I wail in pure pleasure.

He rolls me the rest of the way over until I'm on my stomach as he nails me to the top of the table. It goes on and on as he varies his pace and depth while I beg him to fuck me. The other humans are coming around and gather to watch our performance under the lights focused on the table. I spread my legs wider and angle my ass up to take more of him, rolling my hips up for maximum depth. His cock feels so fucking good, better than any I've ever taken.

Spreading out fully on top of me he grinds his dick into me and growls before sinking his teeth into the tender meat of my shoulder. Just like that I start to come again and he's right with me as he slam-dunks his cock into my ass. He lays over me, both of us shuddering, as I feel his cock begin to soften inside me. The others are standing around sighing as he pulls out of me. More of his come gurgles out of my ass when he finally withdraws fully.

I turn my head and watch him as he stares down at me. "Fucking incredible," he whispers before glancing up at the clock over the bar. I see the shock on his face as he realizes that he's been fucking me for the last three hours. He jumps off the table. He still has one boot on and his pants are wrapped around that ankle. He quickly pulls them up and races to where we started. He grabs his shit up in both arms and gives me a quick glance before running to the door.

"It's my kid," he says. "I've got to go get him. I'm so late... I'll see you around?" I nod and he still looks uncertain. "Thanks, I... I don't know. Incredible." He shakes his head as he leaves looking disheveled and half-naked.

I'm lying there feeling kind of sexually sated for the first time in my life. His juices are still running out of me as I roll over and stretch out. I know I'm royally fucked; and not just because I can still feel his massive cock in my hole, or the swollen and bruised state of the ring at my entrance or all inside my guts. The man that just ran out of the bar is my soul-mate. Now that we've fucked and he's bred my ass with his seed, making it a part of me, I know for a fact that he's the one. Like, The One, and it scares the shit out of me. I groan as I lay back and try to think of what I should do next. He's got a kid? What the fuck?

I don't really need to sleep, it feels good to rest the body I'm wearing but I can easily go without. So I stay up the rest of the night to figure out what's going on. I disperse the crowd at the Lucky Satyr, they look confused as I herd them out into the early morning. I pop off to my penthouse and lie on the bed to let my mind drift. I pretty much just go around in circles without making any definite choices. Around eleven I wonder if he's up yet and realize I don't even know his first name.

Fuck this, I'm not waiting around like a modern loser. Men and women used to kneel before me, you know? I could pull information about him out of the air but I kind of want to get to know him first hand, that more than anything freaks me out, so I'm not gonna wait for him to get his beauty sleep. He's already too fuckin' beautiful, anyway.

This second meeting has to be perfect so I run to the shower and clean my body thoroughly. I check my options for clothing and come up with some soft, baggy shorts that barely hang onto my body. I add a tight, white tank top with sort-of-thin straps over my shoulders. Add some sneakers and I was good to go face my man. Since when did I turn into such a girl?

I search through the minds of hundreds of people and quickly come up with his address. I pop over there and stand at the door for several moments. There are loud explosive noises coming from the tv inside, and the regular beating of two different hearts. I knock on the door and step back to see who answers. It's a kid, probably about twelve years old. He's got on a t-shirt with skulls on it and baggy cargo shorts. Except for his long hair he could be a tiny clone of Officer Jensen.

"Hey, is your dad home?" He looks me over and I can tell he's deciding what he should do.

"Yeah, but he's sleeping. Who are you? You're not a police officer." He's a cute kid but I don't have time for this shit and I know it shows on my face.

"Go wake him up, kid. I need to talk to him." He seems indecisive for a moment but then he steps away from the door and heads back into the house. I open the screen door and step into the hallway. I hear them talking but I can't pay attention because I'm thinking of how I should've thought this out beforehand. Should've made a plan.

The dude is grumbling as they make their way towards the front of the house, his voice is scratchy and rough with sleep. He sounds pissed. When he comes around the corner and sees me, he smiles and the light in his eyes is stunning. It only lasts a second and he looks pissed again. He's only wearing some worn-out boxers and I can't help but check him out. How can any human be so perfectly formed? The dark hair on his chest and belly, the heavy musculature, his rough features, his big hands and feet, the undulating motion of his big cock flopping around under the worn material; it all calls to me in a way I've never known.

The kid goes back into the other room and the explosions start again from the video game he's playing. His dad eyes me up and down, I can't help but notice that his package is plumping up, with a ferocious look. My own cock is reacting to his nakedness. I take a step toward him, immune to the glare he's giving me.

"Just what the fuck are you doing here? How'd you find my place?" He advances on me as he speaks and grips my upper arm in a strong hold. He pulls me away from the hallway and into his bedroom. I don't even try to stop him, not sure if I could. I changed him last night and I'll figure what I did after we've talked. He closes the door.

"Dion, right?" I nod and before I can speak he's holding my shoulders and pushing me back into the door. "What are you doing here, Dion?"

"Let go of me, Officer Jensen. I came `cause we need to talk. I'll explain everything when you get your hands off me, motherfucker." He's breathing on me, he's so close, and my dick gets harder. He smiles tightly at me as his eyes search mine.

"Fuck! Let's talk then, but first let's fuck. I can't believe this." He forces me to the rumpled bed and pushes me back onto it. "I just can't fucking believe how hot I am for you."

The bed smells like him and he climbs onto it after shoving his boxers down and kicking them away. He pulls my shorts off and slides his hands up under my shirt as he slides up my body, forcing the shirt to bunch up at my shoulders. He lines up our hard cocks and moves against me while his mouth descends on mine. It's fucking unbelievable but he tastes even better than I remember and a soft moan escapes into his mouth as I open my lips to him.

I roll us over and sit up so I'm straddling his thighs. I take his hard dick in my hand and stroke it slowly while I smile down at him. I'm hungry for him. His dick is a little bigger than I remember, a couple inches longer and a couple inches thicker. What the fuck did I do to him?

"I'm hungry, Officer. How about you?" He smiles before pulling me down for another scorching kiss. His tongue and lips master my mouth before he releases me. I climb off him and turn so I can offer my dick while I take his. I've barely wrapped my lips around the head of his cock before I feel him take mine. The warm, wet suction feels great and makes me more eager to bury his dick in my throat.

I get his cock nice and wet. I run my tongue all over the head and crown, teasing the sensitive points as I inch slowly down. When I feel him shudder I force the head past the back of mouth and into my throat. It's too big but I'm a fucking god and force my throat open to accept it, ignoring the searing pain. He moans loudly around my own cock and his dick throbs as I take more.

He's slowly taking my own big cock, not the size of his own but a monster nonetheless. When my head slips into his throat I'm so fucking hot I gobble down the rest of his until my nose is buried in his thick pubic hair around his balls. I must have fucked up his concentration `cause it makes him choke and my cock tingles in the cool air of the room when he spits it out. I pull up most of the way to lick and suck at the head again.

He takes my cock again when he's done coughing and I slide his back into me. I nurse at it, swallowing around the swollen shaft until he deep throats me again. We settle into a sweet rhythm as he gets used to my big dick until we're shifting, thrusting into one another's mouth. The tension builds quickly, a circuit of energy building between us, until I come first. I spray into his throat and he moans as he swallows convulsively. I'm doing my own moaning and he comes deep in my throat before I pull up to take his load in my mouth. He tastes sublime, perfect and delicious. I drink the copious offering down.

As the last shudders rack our bodies I let his dick pop out of my mouth, pulling my own sensitive dick from him. I turn around and press my body to his as I devour his mouth, sharing the tastes of both our come. We're both still hard and rut against each other while our kiss deepens. He rolls me under him and raises up onto his elbows, looking down at me.

"Damn you taste good. I'm still so fucking horny. Are you sore from last night? Can I fuck you?" I smile and in answer I spread my legs wider and wrap them around his waist. He returns my smile with a sexy leer and pulls my right leg up to hook over his broad shoulder. His cock is wet with my spit and his come and he easily eases it into my ass. Just the head penetrates me and I breathe through the stretch and pain. He stops and looks down at me with concern.

"I didn't use a condom last night..."

"It's okay. I'm clean and I trust you." I know we don't need any protection and I'm fucking hungry for his cock.

"Guess it's too late for that anyway, huh?" I grin back at him and he sinks the rest of the way into me. I groan and wiggle beneath him, trying to get used to his bigger cock. He doesn't give me much time to adjust before he starts withdrawing. I can feel the lips of my hole stretching and pulling out as he slowly backs out. I moan and wrap my arms around him in my need.

He slides his arms under my shoulders and holds them, pinning me in place, and thrusts the huge length back into me. I cry out, struggling to accept him. He long-dicks me, slow and easy, his pace gradually picking up until he's plunging in and out.

My body opens up to him and the pain melts away, when he feels the change he really starts fucking me. His cock pounds into me, taking my breath. It's amazing, better than last night even. His dick is like the shuttle in a loom, passing energy between us and weaving our essences together. I suddenly understand why Michael can beg Apollo to fuck him after he's been fucked by half the demigods in existence. Why Apollo is so eager to do it. This is beyond any ecstasy I've know in my long existence. We merge under his merciless fucking, our souls fitting together in the complicated manner of a jigsaw puzzle.

At the exact moment I feel completed by him, whole and one, my cock explodes. He's coming too and gallons of come pour into my ass as I pump gallons between our bodies. Our orgasms last for long minutes as we shudder and gasp for air against one another. Finally his long, limp cock slides out of me. My hole is relaxed and loose, come pours out of me. He holds me in his arms and we're covered in sweat and come.

"Holy fuck! What was that?" He presses his lips to my ear, jaw then mouth. He gives me a sweet kiss and looks deeply into my eyes. "Who are you, Dion?" He whispers.

"It's time we had that talk... I don't even know your name."

"It's Murray, Murray Jensen. Tell me your full name."

"I have a lot of names." He gives me a quizzical look and I don't know where to begin. "Bacchus, Dionysus, the Stag King, the Trickster, Loki... Too many to count but they're all the same. Fuck, this is complicated." I can't read his expression but I can feel his confusion, like some part of him is still fused to me. "I came into awareness in the soft loam under the trees of a primordial forest. No, wait. Fuck all that `in the beginning' shit." I give him the most condensed version of my life that I can provide. "...and then I found you at that bar last night. You're my soul-mate and that's pretty much it."

"Holy Jesus-motherfucking-Christ, this can't be happening." He pulls away from me and sits at the edge of the bed. He rubs his hands over his face. "I have to go check on my son." He gets up and pulls on a t-shirt and his boxers. He still reeks of our sex as he leaves the room and I look up at the ceiling. I wonder what will happen next.

I get up and pull my shirt down from around my chest. I find my shorts and pull them on as I make my way out of the room to find Murray. He's in the kitchen with the kid and they both stare at me as I walk in. I'm not sure what to say or do, I can't afford to fuck anything up with my normal cavalier attitude. They're seated at an old table.

"Who's the guy, Dad?" The kid finally looks away from me and stares at his father. `This should be good,' I think.

"Well, Jax, that's a good question. I guess he's you're new... step-dad. Meet Dion. D, this is my son, Jax." Definitely not what I expected. The kid, Jax, looks back and forth between us. I'm pretty stumped myself and step closer, holding my hand out. He shakes my hand with a firm grip. I was betting on complete disbelief and maybe a gun at the ready. Maybe this Murray isn't as dumb as most humans.

"You guys want some breakfast?" It's the first thing that pops into my head that sounds human and I go with it. I barely waste any concentration and the table is laden with every breakfast food I can imagine. They both gasp and the kid's eyes almost pop out of his head.

"This is going to take awhile to explain. We may as well eat," I offer with my hands raised. There's no way we can keep secrets from the kid, I realize, as we're going to be together for a long time.

Murray looks stunned but he turns to Jax, "Dig in, dude." Jax follows his dad's example and they both pile plates with food. I do it too, but I don't eat very much as I give Jax an even more condensed and sanitized version of what I just told his father.

When I'm done we've all finished eating and I clear the table with a wave of my hand. I ask them if they have any questions and I'm bombarded. Mostly it's Jax: How old am I? Can I do this or that? He asks me dozens of questions and I do my best to answer each one before Murray holds up a hand.

"Jax is off school today, teacher conferences. I have the day off from work, too. Maybe we can go somewhere? Talk some more?" He gives me a look and I understand he wants Jax to be distracted while he and I talk. I nod to show that I understand and agree.

"Go get ready, Jax. Me and Dion are going to shower. We'll be right out." He gets up and rounds the table to take my hand. "Come on, D." He pulls me behind him and I follow.

He guides me to the bathroom where he strips and turns on the shower. He helps me get naked and pulls me into the warm water. He looks so goddamn good, I immediately start running my hands all over his body.

"Jesus, D, I wanna fuck you. But we don't have time. Come on, get washed up." He slaps my ass and turns me around in the water. I let out a little whine, but smile to myself at his self-control. He helps me wash, doing my hair, and it feels so good, so sensual. As I help him, running my soapy hands all over him, I use my extra senses to figure what exactly I've changed in him.

He's incredibly strong now, able to match any god. He's immune to disease and his body itself is stronger: he'll heal faster, age much slower. He's nearly impervious to damage. His libido is increased. And, amazingly, his dick is bigger than it was. I'm stunned at the changes I inadvertently made in our first kiss and wonder how to tell him.

"You did something to me last night. Didn't you? Is my dick bigger?" He handles his cock and nods at me.

I explain the rules to him as we get out and dry off. I tell him about the gift we can give someone we care for and how I changed him. He doesn't seem quite so surprised as he towels me off.

"Now I understand how I could fuck you three times over the course of three hours last night. Fuck, D, I can't believe this shit." I pull clothes out of the air for us, wanting to dress him for myself. "It all makes more sense now. Last night? When I fucked you that first time? It was... it was like my cock found its home. Like, I found my home. You know how they say you can't go home again? It was like I could and did." He'd gotten dressed while he spoke, as had I, and I stepped back to admire him.

First, I'd given him tiny, white briefs that made his dick and balls bulge. Now he had on baggy, tan cargo shorts that reached to just the top of his hairy, thick calves. They hung low on his hips, showing the top of the briefs. He had on leather sandals that matched my own and a tight, white tank-top with the hair from his chest curling over the top. His big arms tanned dark against the white fabric. I'm wearing almost the same but my shirt's black and my shorts are plaid in dark-grey and yellow.

"I love your tattoos." He says as he runs one hand over my arm, up to my shoulder. As he watches his initials appeared on each shoulder as part of the vine pattern. He smiles and leans in to lick his tongue over my lips. "Does that make you mine?" He smiles wider at me as I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm already yours. Always. And..." I concentrate a second and a tattoo to match my symbol on my stomach appears on his shoulder, under my hand. I pull my hand away so he can see it. "... you're mine." Still smiling he takes my hand while he admires the new tattoo. I feel relief that he isn't mad or upset. He gives me a quick, sweet kiss and pulls me from the bathroom.

Jax was back in front of the tv, playing his game. He gets up when he realizes we're there. "Wanna go to the water park, buddy?" Jax's dad asks him.

"I have an idea," I venture. "Let's go someplace else. What's the point of having powers if I can't use them to make my love, and his son, happy?" Murray and I are still holding hands and I put my other hand on Jax's shoulder. I concentrate and pop all three of us to a giant amusement park in Florida. I hope Jax likes roller-coasters.

"This is awesome!" Jax yells and whoops as he jumps up in the air. Murray gives me a soft smile and my heart feels like it's melting. Shit, I'm turning into the biggest pussy of all time.

Murray and I never make it onto any of the rides. We trailed Jax around the park as we talked. Our conversation floated naturally from the most mundane to the most spiritual topics and everywhere in between. I learned that Murray had fathered Jax while in his teens, in an attempt to refute his sexuality. Jax's mother didn't want anything to do with them and left after she graduated from high-school. Murray joined the police force upon his own graduation and had raised Jax with the help of his parents and sisters. He'd been openly out of the closet since Jax was born and his family accepted and loved him.

Normally I'd just be hearing blah, blah, blah and get impatient to move on from the history lesson. This man, this fucking human cop, keeps all the focus of my attention.

We talk about my nature and Murray laughed at me when I told him how I hated the idea of police. We talked about my own children and I explained more about the rules of the gods and how I'd lived since we began following the rules. There was so much to talk about I think we both started to tire of it.

In the afternoon I leaned against a fence, watching the ride that Jax was waiting in line for, while Murray went to get a drink from a nearby vendor. I rest my forearms on the metal of the waist high fence while I watch the ride. I feel Murray approach and his hand lands on my upturned ass. I glance back and the lust in his eyes makes my whole body hot, my legs go a little weak. Without a word I pop us to a nearby deserted island. We appear naked on the beach.

"We don't have long, but I fucking need you bad." I pull his body to mine as I speak. Our dicks hardening quickly between us, I crush my lips to his. Pulling back, I continue, "Take me hard. I need you to fucking rape me. Make me yours again, Murray."

He doesn't even speak as he pushes me down to the ground. He flips me over onto my belly and pulls me up onto my knees. I groan at the same time he does as he's watching my ass, exposed and vulnerable. I hear him spit a few times before his cock enters me. Nothing slow and easy this time he takes me like he already has last night and this morning and rams his huge cock into me. I scream and he slaps my ass hard. Just like that my body opens for him. Ten minutes of brutal pounding and he comes deep inside me as I spill my seed into the sand.

When he disengages I take his hand and pull him into the warm water as I kiss his face and neck. We rinse off and I push as much of his come out of me as I can. I pop us back to the park just in time to meet Jax as he exits the ride.

We follow him to the next ride as he tells us how much fun the last one was. Our conversation continues and eventually returns to sex:

"So, I feel like I could fuck you again and again. It will always be like that? I'll never feel sated?" I can't interpret his expression as he speaks. He looks concerned, maybe.

"Of course you'll feel sated. We both will. But it will take more than one coupling, hours more. Don't worry, lover. We have all night to make you feel sated." I run my finger over his nipple as I speak.

"Christ, I'm going to pound your ass tonight. I hope you can take it, D."

"I can take it. And when am I going to get a chance at your fine ass, Officer Jensen?" He looks shocked for a second, obviously never considering bottoming for me.

"Well, we'll have to discuss that. Not that I won't. In fact, I want to. I just don't have much experience with it."

"Your ass is cherry?" Fuck, if my cock isn't getting hard at the thought.

"For now, D. You'll have to change that."

"Think we can sneak away again?" He laughs and pulls me along to catch up with Jax.

"We don't have time for you to break my ass in, but if you're looking for another hard fuck..." It's my turn to laugh as we catch up with the kid.

We go to dinner at Jax's favorite restaurant and stare at each other while Jax rambles on about school, video games, his friends and stuff. Apparently he doesn't need our attention to keep up the monologue. We go home after dinner and it's late, Jax has to go to school tomorrow, and Murray sends him to bed.

"Thanks, D. You made my kid really happy today. You don't know how much I appreciate that." He takes me in his arms and lifts me, carrying me down the hall to his bedroom.

"It makes me happy, too, Officer. I haven't said it, but you must know I love you. How could I not love your son? You're mine, like I belong to you, and that makes Jax mine, also. Fuck, Murray. Who would have guessed I'd be saying this forty-eight hours ago?"

"Ah, D, I love you so much." He sets me down on the bed and kneels in front of me. "I never believed in love at first sight and all that. I never thought I'd find a man to love, actually. You're everything I've ever wanted, more than that. Wanna get married?" He's smiling and looking right at me. I nod, smiling back. Un-fucking-real is the only way to describe how I feel.

"Is that a yes?" His eyes are glittering, he's so happy

"Yes, Murray Jensen. That is definitely a yes."

"That's all I need to hear, Dion Jensen." My heart is bursting and I realize I have never been happier, ever. He crushes me to his chest and I wrap my legs around him.

"Guess that means I'm getting some tonight, huh?" His voice is thick and growly with lust.

"Guess that means your ass isn't getting busted tonight." He pulls back and laughs.

"Tomorrow, D. Tonight I wanna be inside you. Inside my husband, my soul-mate." I think about how I could literally puke at us, we're so mushy. He pushes me back and crawls between my legs. But I put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Wait, lover. I have a surprise." He stops and looks at me. I'd sensed his darker desires while we talked during the day. Now I want to make him happy, please him. Part of me wants to stop all the gross love-y shit. I look over to the empty corner of his bedroom and a leather sling grows out of the ceiling. He watches it appear and looks back to me questioningly.

"Where are your handcuffs, Officer Jensen?" His dick becomes impossibly harder where it's pressed against me and he groans from deep in his chest. I pull him over to the sling and sit in it. He helps me get adjusted before he straps my legs into the restraints, then my hands. Of course I could easily escape this but I know he wants me bound and at his mercy. My own dick gets harder.

He is rubbing his hands all over my chest and abs, pinching my hard little nipples. He slaps my chest playfully before leaning down to raise a mark on the flesh of my pecs. I draw in a gasp of air when his teeth connect with my skin and bite just hard enough to bruise. I've never felt so submissive and I decide that I'm going to give myself fully to him. No holding back this time, I'll keep my power contained and let him give me whatever this body can take. The thrill is frightening but beyond intense and my cock rears and throbs madly over my stomach to beat against his.

"Fuck, Murray, I love you. I want this night to be perfect." It's hard to talk as I gasp for air. "I'm fully human tonight. Ugh, fuck, touch my cock, please... Just two men who love each other. Touch it, fucker." He's laughing as he's slid down and is licking and sucking at the skin over my abs and ignoring my raging dick.

"You'll get yours, fucker. But not until I'm ready to give it to you."

"Maybe I'll just take it. Come on, I'm dying here."

"You can take it tomorrow. Tonight you're mine. Isn't that what you promised?" I nod as he's focused intently on me. "And tonight, Dion, I'm gonna make you beg for it. I wanna hear you beg for me. I wanna watch you slut yourself for my cock. Wanna make you come on my cock alone. You want that?"

"Fuck, I want that, want you." The word play and the very real power this mortal holds over me raise my need to heights I never knew existed. This is the first time I can't just take what I want. Even the rules that have hemmed me in for the last couple thousand years never left me so helpless.

"You've got me," he says as he slowly slides a dry finger into me. It hurts and I want to use my power to lube my ass. But I can't, won't do that. I grunt instead. He drops to his knees before me and his tongue is suddenly there to ease the way, licking around his finger. This time I moan as his wet tongue glides along the sensitive flesh of my hole. He presses inside until he finds my kill-spot and rubs it hard. It makes me grunt and moan.

Using more spit he slides another finger in and spreads them. I'm trying to breathe deep and concentrate on relaxing the muscles without using any power to make it happen. The sudden stretching makes my hole clench and burn. He stands to regard me.

"You're so tight, Dion. Is something wrong?" A frown starts to form on his rugged face.

"I told you, I'm just a man now. I'm not using my power to open up for you. Is that okay? Have you forgotten how to fuck a regular guy?"

"Oh shit! That's so fuckin hot, D. I'll make your pussy nice and soft. Make you open right up for me." He growls and dives right back down to my ass, rimming me like a fiend. The pleasure grows and multiplies as his tongue drives further inside me and my clenched ass slowly gives up the struggle. When he pushes in the first finger I barely feel it. The second goes in just as easily and my cock is leaking pre-come all over my belly. There's a string of it connecting the head to my skin.

He pulls away to grab the lube from beside the bed and he's back in an instant. He pulls me lower in the sling, making my legs widen and press back. My ass is on display to him and he's grinning as he rubs his fingers all over the outside of my entrance. He uncaps the lube and pours a stream of it just behind my balls. He's using his fingers to push it into my ass as it drips down. It feels like he's stuffed a quart of the stuff into me when he caps the bottle and puts it on the dresser nearby.

He stands over me and slides his fingers in deep and easy, making sure to press against my prostate randomly while the fucks me with them. He's using his other hand to caress his own chest and tweak his nipples, avoiding his own cock. It's unbearably hot to see him like that, entranced by my ass and running his hand through the fur on his chest. I start begging him to fuck me.

"Not yet, D, you're not ready for me." He adds another finger. The foreplay is killing me. He starts moving them inside me, twisting and spreading while he plunges them in and out. It's almost enough to make me come and I'm wiggling in the restraints because I want more. So much more it feels like my hole is going to grab his fingers and pull his whole hand in. Four fingers and I'm keening. Fucking keening! I can't believe I've never had the patience for this slow buildup.

He stands up and his cock is halfway up my chute before I know what's happening. Once my mind and body catch up to the sudden intrusion it's like a ball of fire has been ignited in my ass. He presses in and breaches my inner hole so slowly I want to die, it's just too much. I have to let go, I've reached some breaking point. My entire body relaxes and my ass feels like it blossoms around his huge cock. He gives me the last couple inches and it's pure heaven.

"Holy fuck, I felt that, D. You're all mine, now." He moves his hips in a circle and I cry out as it rubs his big meat all over my insides.

"Fuck me, lover. Oh Christ, I need you to fuck me." I'm whimpering and moving my ass against him as much as I can. "I can feel your dick in my gut, Officer Jensen."

That starts the real fucking. He's giving it to me so hard and so good I scream. My body feels so far out of my control I have to fight my natural instinct to take control and let the power I'm holding at bay pour into me. But the magic of our souls connecting starts and alleviates the intense pressure I feel to be more than human. In this state the connection is even more intense, the energy flowing between us more freely. I feel like my ass is going to turn inside out as he's pounding into me.

My soft hole is becoming a hot sheath for him to slide his cock into. He pulls me up, using the pouch of the sling, until I'm vertical and my legs split wide. I'm completely at his mercy and his cock plunges in harder and deeper from beneath me. I'm so full of him, the pleasure so extraordinary, I come all over his sweaty chest. In minutes he's drenched in my juices and he's coming like a fountain inside me. Holy fuck, it's so intense I start coming again as I feel his seed escaping me with each trembling thrust.

He lets me down again, prone in the sling, and lays on top me. He's still hard inside me and kisses me like he's starving for it. His chest pressed to mine, smearing my come between us. He looks into my eyes as he slowly starts working my ass again. We're still connected, physically and spiritually. For the first time all doubts and concerns leave me. I've found the one I've been seeking for an eternity. Fuck, who would have thought?