Erotica Fantastica

"Yes, he is desirous of us...a god has come to pleasure you, Aglaia, are you ready to receive such an honor?"

Aglaia looked at the creature and her cheeks flushed.

"Let us see you," Melete said to him, eager to pursue this new adventure.

The god-man creature undid his belt, dropping the thin material aside to reveal the stout, long bough of his shaft. The two women moved as one, both turning towards him in anticipation. The creature's phallus twitched with eagerness when the full beauty of their feminine bodies was displayed to him.

"You wish to share yourself with us?" Melete asked.

He nodded, rapidly.

Somewhere at the back of her mind she wondered why he seemed so shy and why he was waiting for them to direct him. Then it occurred to her that his wings restricted him somewhat, so she beckoned with her hand, pointing to a large flattish rock. As he followed her lead, he drew his wings in around him. He sat down on the rock and she noticed how very hampered he was, in fact—by both wings and the engorged member that now looked positively stretched beyond its own capacity, it was so very large.

"Sire, we are made breathless and desperate by the sight of your proud phallus. It is so beautiful and hard a thing that we both wish to be closer to it."

The man-god creature moaned loudly as if in frustration and collapsed back onto the rock, his winged arms spread out on either side of him, his eyes closed in submission.

Melete glanced at Aglaia, whose eyebrows lifted in question.

"What now?" Aglaia whispered.

"He is ours." Melete responded. She snatched at Aglaia's hand, drawing her in. "You go first, are you ready?"

Aglaia trembled then nodded.

"Mount him, as you would a stallion," Melete instructed.

The creature moaned loudly again. The sound was fretful and anguished. Beneath his mask his eyes closed then opened again rapidly, focusing on the two women as they decided what to do with him. Aglaia kneeled astride his hips, then moved his erect phallus and pointed it to her centre.

Melete observed, and grew increasingly aroused. It made her want to rub herself until she too could have a ride. The crown was so large that Aglaia had to ease it in slowly, and her juices ran down the shaft, easing its passage. Once she had it fully inside her, Aglaia cried aloud, her hips moving more vigorously as she gained the measure of the beast she had mounted. There was much thrusting and grinding and Aglaia looked almost ready to collapse with pleasure.

Then the man-god grunted and his hips jerked. Aglaia let out a yowl, her body shuddering with release. Melete was entranced at the sight of her friend being pleasured by this strange creature.

"He truly was sent to us from the heavens," Aglaia whispered in awe as she rose to her feet, her hand cupping her mound. "I have been touched by a god."

Melete looked down at him, curious as to whether he would be up to the task of pleasuring her too. He was a man-god, if anyone could he could. But his breath was ragged, his eyes barely open. Melete smiled. A god in human form he may be, but apparently he was as susceptible to their womanly charms as any mortal man. Perhaps she could help him along, though.

He moaned with approval when she dropped to her knees and stroked his broad chest. Curious and e

ager, her fingers roved over his hard belly and then down to his groin. Her fingers settled on him and stirred. The power of his phallus growing beneath her fingers made her evermore aware of her own need. She wanted to feel that inside her and she was a willing slave to her lust. She bent down and kissed the swollen head of his rod and then tasted him. The tang of his essence was mixed with a more familiar flavor—that of her female lover.

The man-god was quickly rigid and ready once more. When he moaned with pleasure she reached for the sap-filled orbs that rested against his thigh, heavy and potent still. She felt the movement of them as they tightened against her hand and she sucked gently at the end of his shaft. The sense of urgency she felt drove her on. He was more than ready to be mounted again, so she climbed onto him and groaned as his sturdy erection stretched and filled her.

It felt so good that she rode up and down it vigorously, thrusting her hips at an angle in order to have it stroke her most responsive places. Each time the head of his mighty shaft pressed against her deep inside, intense pleasure bloomed in the pit of her belly.

Meanwhile Aglaia stood by, lips parted and eyes wide as she watched. Melete pulled on her own nipples to increase her pleasure, reveling in the gaze of both the man-god and the female audience. It made her wild. She moaned loudly and squeezed his shaft with her inner flesh.

Behind his mask the man-god's eyes begged her for his second release. The swell and throb of his pulsating rod was so intense that her tender flesh began to palpate and clench. Her release was upon her. At her centre, her flesh rippled around his shaft, her juices flooding as she hit her peak.

"By the gods, yes!" she cried, when she felt him tighten and reach beneath her, her tender places awash with the magnitude of his release.

* * *

It took Icarus some moments to level after his second spending. When he did he realized the nymphs were on their feet and whispering to each other. They had grown curious and their discussion revealed they were about to lift off his mask. His father had warned him not to be discovered, and he realized he must make haste back to the task from which he had been lured by the sight of the two nymphs cavorting on the rocks below—his departure from this land. As much as he hated to leave them he rose to his feet awkwardly. Bowing to each of them in turn, he lifted his hand in farewell.

"Farewell, man–god," the darker haired nymph called out.

Icarus smiled and preened as he hastened away from the place. They thought him a man-god. That gave power to his stride.