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Lovers & Other Strangers
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Moon Mistress
a/k/a
Lisa Beth Darling

Chapter Seven

But a deltoid and a bicep.
A hot groin and a tricep.
Makes me, oooh, shake,
Makes me want to take Charles Atlas by the ...ha-ha-hand.
In just seven days, ... oh, baby ... I can make you a man.
I don't want no dissention, just dynamic tension.
I Can Make You A Man—From The Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack
Performed (beautifully!) by Tim Curry
Word & Music by Richard O’Brien

Darkness rapidly descended on Ares’ island the sound of a ringing bell and rising aromas called all to come and gather in the Throne Room around the huge hearth. Tonight as every night as they sat at the heavy rustic table it was laden with enough food to feed a small country. Pulling a plush velvet robe around his young hard body and with a woman under each arm Nicholas walked out of the room he’d been sharing with several of his Grandfather’s women and sat at the table for the evening meal. He hadn’t to seen her Royal Bitchiness Lady Megan since leaving her on the beach hours before. No, Nicholas was very busy with Tula—Ares’ oldest woman-- and Sherry and Rikki—certainly one of the youngest in Ares’ stable of beauties. The women were very generous and did all that they could to wash away his tensions and irritability. Nick had never thought that putting it to a forty year-old woman would be any fun but now he saw what Ares did in Tula. The woman could really give as well as she got and only want more.

Ah, being an Olympian did have its perks. Nick was just starting to explore them. The women, even Rikki, certainly weren’t as fresh and unused as Annie but being skilled and experienced, as Tammy had been in New York, wasn’t a bad thing, in fact it was a very satisfying thing and he couldn’t wait to try out the rest of the women Ares kept on the island. Especially the youngest one, Ares was keeping her to himself but Nicholas intended to get a piece of that sweet young ass before Eos rose. Yes, he was going to fuel up and grab Alesia along with Rheanna—a blonde cutie who’d been looking at him like he was an ice cream sundae since he got here—maybe he’d like a taste of that Talia as well, a sweet little buxom brown beauty with shining blue eyes. Ares acquired her only a month ago and she’d been a virgin then. Having all the time in the world and all the women he could want or need to keep him satisfied, Ares did not indulge her Talia often, he was saving her…savoring her was more like it…and was in no hurry to break her in.

Yes, he could find many ways in which Talia would fill his night nicely.

The women under his arms giggled and kissed him as he took his seat at the table. They were off to help serve more food and then to wash and perfume themselves for the night ahead. Achilles came in accompanied by his latest conquest a rather handsome young man with deep brown eyes, dark olive skin and short black hair. His name was Demetrious and Achilles picked him up in Athens not three nights ago. Demetrious had not been told a thing about Olympians and Gods and special powers, instead he thought these nice people he was currently spending time with must be eccentric—which usually implied rich as well—that they simply preferred the old ways over the modern conveniences and hassles of the new world of course he’d been drunk off his ass most of the time he was here. “Evening Nicholas,” Achilles crooned putting an arm around the young man at his side, “have fun?”

“Much. You?” Nicholas kicked back in the heavy chair propping his long legs up on the one next to him.

“Much.” Achilles purred and poured the wine from the heavily ornate gold decanter filling each glass in turn. “Where’s Ares?”

Robe open and him shirt and sans pants beneath Nick reached out for a hefty chunk of roast lamb. “Haven’t seen him.” There were plates and utensils on the table but in Ares’ abode such things were meaningless decoration and etiquette not always held to. Sharp incisors tore into the warmly roasted flesh in his hand and tore off a large hunk.

Sheepishly putting the slab of meat in his hand on the plate in front of him and taking his big dogs off the chair next to him to sit up right at the table he looked around to see if his Fath—if Daniel Jackson—actually was in the room somewhere. Certainly he was after all his voice was so loud and crystal clear. No Daniel in sight. However, a starry-eyed Demetrious was staring at Nick’s broad chest with unshielded desire. “Back it up dude, I don’t play on your team.” Nicholas warned and cinched the warm robe shut.

Achilles, his beautiful blonde hair running over his shoulder and his deep blue eyes sparkling leaned over the table. “You do have the most delicious thighs. That chest, those arms, and that firm round buttocks. If you ever want to try it, you know where to come.” He invited. “I’ll be gentle.” Achilles promised with a warm smile. “We,” he looked over at Demetrious and then put an arm around him, “would love to show you pleasures you’ve not yet dreamed of.”

That look in his eyes Achilles might as well put on a leather bustier, pearls, start prancing around and….Oh Rocky!

“And I never will.” Nicholas returned. “But you go ahead.” He thought he’d walked into the Rocky Horror Picture Show by mistake and Frank was inviting Brad to give it a whirl. Maybe Brad gave it a shot but not Nick. Hell, with that smile and gleam in his eyes, that lilt in his voice, Achilles might as well be channeling good old Franknfurter….a character the warrior knew nothing about whatsoever. Nick never wanted to watch Rocky Horror (one of his favorite movies) ever again. Looking around Nick leaned across the table and kept his voice low. “You seen the bitch?”

Achilles threw his head back and laughed heartily. “No, I’m afraid not. She must be giving Ares a hard time somewhere.”

A hard time? Yes. A good time? Eh, probably not. Nick was beginning to think that wasn’t any less than Ares deserved. Serve him right if the Grand High Bitch Lady Megan…

…Outside a conch shell blew beckoning the God of War to his dinner table.

That was highly unusual. The women almost never had to blow the conch because Ares almost never missed a meal. In fact after warring, fucking and hunting, eating was his favorite thing. Again the shell sounded and again there was no Ares in sight. Three or four of the Lord’s women came forward with more trays of food and laid them down on the table only to look questioningly at the men around them. Ares was of the most independent sort he was not apt to leave the women without telling them he was leaving and when he expected to return, often times he locked them in the cave—for safety reasons, you understand—while he was away.

“I’ll go look for him.” Nick said as he rose from the table.

“I’ll go with you.” Achilles replied appearing genuinely concerned. “We won’t be long.” The warrior told his young lover and then sealed his promise with a deep kiss. “Stay here, Dimi.”

Feeling more than just a tad uncomfortable Nicholas shook his head while allowing Achilles to take the lead. No sense in having the man in the rear where he might enjoy the view a little too much. “Any ideas on where he went?” Nick asked as they exited through the wide mouth of the cave.

“Not a one but you can bet they’re together.”

The sun had set and night was upon them as they walked down to the shore with the chilly breeze blowing around them. It blew Nicholas’ robe open several times and each time it did he caught Achilles looking at the large appendage between his legs with what looked like longing. “Do you look at my Grandfather like that?” Nicholas huffed.

“Yes but only when he isn’t looking.” Achilles returned with a sly smile. “Don’t be shy, Nicholas, you have a beautiful body and there’s nothing wrong with that or with my admiring it.”

“So long as you do it from a distance.”

No one on the shore and now both Achilles and Nicholas started to wonder what had happened to Ares. “Can’t you feel him anywhere?” Achilles asked as they stood on the shore looking out onto the night. “He must be here.”

Nicholas, though he really didn’t want to in this man’s company, closed his eyes and searched his mind. Achilles was very tempted to reach out and caress the insanely handsome young man but only stood there drinking him in with his eyes. “He’s not here, he’s over there.” Nicholas pointed toward the neighboring island where Zeus kept his palace. “With Zeus.”

“Megan with them?”

“How the hell would I know?” Nicholas asked in a surly voice but then tried to find Her Royal Bitchiness as well. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Shall we go and see what they’re up to or shall we go back to enjoying a warm meal and warm….companions?”

Achilles no more than asked his questions when several quarreling voices rose and echoed on the night wind. Ares, Megan---Gods she sounded like Mom!—and Zeus. There was another voice, a deep male voice that Nicholas did not recognize.

**

“Now!” Megan bellowed, “You will do this now! I am tired of waiting! I’m sick of being incomplete!”

“Calles—Megan, my dear, you must be patient.” That was Zeus’ voice even though he’d only heard a few times Nicholas would recognize it anywhere. It had a very commanding and regal tone. “These things take a little time….”

“A little time? I’ve waited almost fifty years! I’m done waiting! I won’t have that little tart hold me back any longer.”

“Megan, please,” Ares now, “it’s not that simple.”

“If you want children from me you will do this immediately!” Megan screamed. “Or you will get nothing!”

“Children?” Ares laughed. “You won’t even come to my bed.”

“Yes, well, you’ve yet to put a chain of jewels around this neck.”

“A chain of jewels?” Ares roared insulted by her request. “I’ve never been married and I do not intend to start now. You are my Consort, you are my Queen. You are not my Wife. I have no Wife!”

“Then you will have no children from me.”

“You are my Daughter and you will do what I say!”

This was followed by a wildly insane cackle and then the deadpan voice of Lady Bitch Megan. “You’re not my Father, I have no Father, and I have no Mother. Until you give me what I want I will never do what you say.”

“WHERE DID SHE GO?”

“You know where she went, Ares. You’ve really screwed us all this time.” Zeus chided. “Well, go and get her before she kills Callestah just to gain what she wants. I won’t have my real Granddaughter suffer because of your pride.”

“You agreed to this!” Morpheus, the owner of the deep and unrecognized voice reminded his Uncle.

“I didn’t know she was going to be such a bitch.” Zeus complained. “I only wanted to save our race and this was the only way I could see to do it. That woman is a harpy from hell!” He turned to last remaining Son. “For once in your miserable life do what a Father is supposed to…..go and protect your Daughter!”

**

Mom. Her Royal High Bitch is after Mom. Everything in Nicholas’ body went to Red Alert and each nerve stood up on its tender end. I gotta go. I gotta go. He just stood there staring out at the darkening sky and Zeus’ realm.

“Aren’t you going to do something, boy? The woman is after your Mother.” Achilles reminded him.

Nicholas had been on the Island almost five mortal days and hadn’t once tried to get in touch with Annie. Never mind that, sweet little Annie mad as she probably was might still welcome him home but not Mom. If he tried to go home, if he tried to help, hell just the sight of him might be enough to, to, to, make her scream. They would think he wasn’t trying to help, they would think he was trying to hurt her and then Dad and the other one (he didn’t know which was which or who was who anymore and really he didn’t give a shit about it) would come to her defense and then it would all just disintegrate from there. Yes, if he tried to help he could end up hindering the cause and actually aiding the Royal High Bitch Lady Mega, after all, he would provide a great distraction. Other than all of that high-flying grandeur, what was it Thomas Wolfe said? You can never go home again. In one absolutely unforgivable moment of utter hurt and rage, Nicholas Jackson traded in everything he knew and everyone he loved for Power, Control and Dominance so that he didn’t have to feel the Fear and the Disgust in the situation.

In was in the Ichor and in the Blood, there wasn’t anything he could do to change that. Standing on the shore of the tropical Olympian Island Nick wanted to cry. No, he couldn’t go back to Colorado anymore. Things had gone too far and there was nothing for him there anymore. This Island and the cave, wherever they were bound to, that was Home now. The sooner he realized that and came to grips with it the better off he’d be. “Nothing I can do.” Nick muttered. The solace he had was the idea that she would never remember any of it, Umpa swore she wouldn’t remember. “Let’s go back inside our companions are waiting.” Besides, if Lady Megan had her way—and she probably would—then Mom would be here soon enough.

Upon re-entering the cave Nicholas and Achilles were met with a most intriguing site. The young one, Talia, was on her knees between Demetrius’ legs, her head bobbing up and down on his hard shaft. “What do we have here?” Achilles asked in a dark chiding voice.

“She just, well, she just,” Demetrious moaned and threw his head back.

“Stop that girl!” Achilles demanded and Talia withdrew from the man’s lover before Demetrius could climax. “What do you say?” He asked Nicholas who was watching the brown skinned young woman wipe the liquid away from her mouth.

“Come here,” Nicholas said to her and opened his robe. “Suck on this.” Talia, blue eyes gleaming and round firm breasts bouncing came to his side, slid down his masculine frame and began taking his growing cock down her throat.

“That’s very nice,” Achilles said warmly as he stroked her back. “Very nice indeed. Don’t stop now, my dear, don’t stop until you make him scream with ecstasy. Not until his hot seed spills down your throat.”

Oh my but Nicholas was one incredibly handsome young man. Achilles openly admired his naked body now that Nicholas’ deep brown eyes were closed as he enjoyed the coming of the rapture. Reaching down he wrapped one of Talia’s hands around Nicholas’ hard throbbing shaft it was so wide her grip could not get around it; Achilles bristled with wonder of how it would feel inside him. With his own hand around hers he pumped the shaft of Nicholas’ cock and brought her free hand up to caress that knotted six pack. Nicholas moaned with delight but surely, if he opened his eyes, he would not be so pleased to find Achilles caressing him this way. Since Achilles did not want the moment to end he withdrew his hand and beckoned Demetrious over to them. The young man sunk to his knees to take his lover into his mouth the same way the woman was doing.

If Achilles could not have Nicholas in his bed then they could enjoy these two together without guilt on Nicholas’ part. When they were gone from here, one day perhaps, Nicholas would change his mind and at least give Achilles the chance to show him the art of man to man love making. The thought made Achilles so hard he almost came right then and there but not yet. He wanted this to last.

Nicholas reached down to put his hands on the sides of Talia’s head and bring her closer to him, his hard cock sliding further down into her mouth and down her throat. The experienced young woman began to choke. “Swallow,” he said coldly, “every time you want to choke swallow.” Talia heeded his advice and took him further into her mouth. His eyes open now Nicholas took in the sight of Demetrious on his knees in front of a very bronze, hard, and naked Achilles. His long golden hair and bronze body shone god-like in the firelight, much to his dismay Nicholas found the sight pleasing but would never admit to such. “Suck it,” he demanded in a soft voice, “come on, baby, suck it.” Across from him Achilles smiled slyly and pulled Demetrious’ head further into his crotch. The girl between his legs gagged as the very large warm and tender shaft in between her lips pulsed and throbbed. Nicholas turned his stare from Achilles to the large table still laden with food and then back again, telegraphing the man a message that he did not miss. Achilles nodded. “Get up,” Nicholas told Talia and pulled her to her feet as Achilles did the same with his lover.

Talia and Demetrious were walked over to the table, one couple on each side facing the other. Then they were bent over the table. One of the condiments available during the evening meal, as always, was a good size decanter of olive oil. Nicholas poured a generous helping into his left hand and then handed it to Achilles without a word. Ares was saving this one, enjoying her slowly, if he’d only partaken in the soft box between her legs three or four times, had he been here yet? Nicholas was about to find out. Greasing up his magnum cock and the crack of her fine firm ass, he reached up to grab her ample brown breasts with two slick hands and then push his way into her.

Achilles watched Nicholas’ eyes light up and the girl below him grimace and then shrink with pain. “Slowly,” he advised as he now slid just the tip of his cock into Demetrious. “Very slowly. You don’t want to hurt her, do you? What has she done but please you?”

Nicholas eased off though he wanted to push further faster and harder. The man across from him smiled and the woman below him relaxed, Nicholas saw her reflection in the mirror over the hearth, she too was smiling. Now she was opening, the more she relaxed and the more she liked it the wider and easier she opened to him until he was all the way inside her tight ass. Annie didn’t let him do this but the other women had and this one who had more tread on her than most Michelins did, she was letting him. Achilles was getting off on watching and Nick found that he liked being watched.

“Have you ever done this before, my dear?” Demetrious asked her as they lay bent over the table almost close enough to kiss. He was filled with the pleasure of Achilles’ hard cock slowly pumping in and out of his ass tickling his prostate and bringing him closer to climax.

“No,” she quivered. Ares’ cock was huge and the first time he put it fully inside of her Talia thought she was being split apart by a jackhammer. She couldn’t walk right for days. While Nicholas wasn’t quite as large as his Grandfather he wasn’t far off the mark either having him push the virginal walls of her ass was at first excruciating but as his cock and the oil sunk deeper the agony became a curiosity and then deep needing ache which she began to wonder whether it would be filled.

“Bring her over here.” Achilles invited as he laid nestled deep in the hard walls of Demetrious ass. “Come on my dear, we’ve got something for you.”

Interesting to see what they had in mind, Nick pulled out of her and walked her around the table. Achilles stood Demetrious up to reveal the man’s own aching tool. “Put her on my hips.”

Nick smiled as he picked her up by the waist settling over her Demetrious’ hard shaft and guiding her down on to it. He hadn’t oiled this part of her, she was tight and a bit dry which made entering her all the better for him. Holding her up there with one butt cheek in each of his hands Nicholas slid back into the hot tight hole he’d been fucking and was met by the bulge of Demetrius’ cock on the other side. The girl between them let out a cry of pain. “Relax my dear.” He whispered in her ear feeling the heat of Achilles behind him and the welcome thrust of his won pulsing cock deep in Demetrious’ ass. There the four of them stood fucking in the fire light of Ares’ hearth. In Ares’ Throne Room. Nicholas and Achilles, the two archetypal warriors, bookends holding together the joined Demetrious and young Talia, both with their cocks buried in their respective partner’s ass and holding each other’s gaze.

Such was the life of an Olympian.

Nicholas, lost in the heat and the sheer animal desire of it all, didn’t know whether to welcome it or be disgusted by it. Still, it got the job done in more ways than he’d ever hoped possible. This was one of the way’s they took Mom. Yes, it was, standing up with David behind her and her legs wrapped around Daniel’s waist as she faced him. She loved it.

Pushing the last bit of himself into Talia feeling Demetrious pulse and pump on the other side of her egged on by Achilles’ thrusts, Nicholas’ hands clamped down on her butt cheeks, holding her firmly in place he surged in and out of her and the other men picked up the pace. She began to cry but that was of no consequence. No, none at all. For all on as one now and all on the verge nothing now would stop it.

Achilles’ went first; he rocked back on his heels while his own fingers sank deep into the flesh of Demetrius’ thighs. Nicholas next dumping a hot load into the virgin ass. Demetrious fired off into her hot box and finally Talia came. She didn’t know if it hurt or not only that it felt really good. Good enough to make her cry and beg more.

The young woman was given no more that night. Instead Nicholas retired his room with several other women and without a word or any discussion; Achilles and Demetrious went back to the room they were sharing. For the moment no one seemed to remember the danger at hand.

End Of Chapter Seven
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