
ReflectionsCamille Anthony
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Reflections
Camille Anthony
Half god, half mortal and all man, selfish Narcissus is wanted dead -- not alive -- by a jealous Hera. Sent to kill Narcissus, Eleiades finds himself captivated, intrigued, and enamored for the first time in eons. Now he must decide: quench the flame of love before it ignites or change the game and court the enmity of a goddess?
ALEFThe Paradox: God and Man
"How pretty you are." Awe rang in the tones of the invisible speaker.
"Yes, I am."
The young man took the statement for granted, his eyes on the wavering, watery reflection of his perfectly molded body. As usual, he could not deny his physique was the ultimate in manly beauty.
"Please... Come closer so I may see you better."
The youth smiled, his full lips stretched in a condescending curve that drew laugh lines at the corner of his wide purple eyes. Standing and moving over to where the lake twisted around to form a deep inlet, he again sank to his knees in the damp soil, careful to lift his tunic above the loamy dirt. He bent over the water, completely missing the creature gazing up at him from under the water. Leaning far over, he caught the rippling reflection of his eyes and couldn't help noticing their clear dark lilac color... so lovely, really... inhumanly beautiful.
"Yes!" The voice now sounded pained. "Indeed, you are beyond beautiful for a mortal. Of a certainty, you can only be Narcissus, son of the mighty Zeus, king of the gods."
"Yes, I am he."
The young man barely paid attention to the being beneath the water, his distraction owing to a horrible discovery. His reflected gaze had found a smudge on his clothing. The filthy stain was an affront to the pristine state his mother insisted on for him.
A frown marred the perfection of his even features as young Narcissus scrubbed at the spot on his white tunic. "Oh my, Mother will be so upset about this. And I was so careful too..."
The lake faithfully mirrored his face, displaying his puckered brow. Immediately, Narcissus ordered his facial muscles back to their customary smoothness. Concerned over his uncustomary lapse, he closed his eyes and sought for calm within himself.
How many times had mother drilled into him the necessity of allowing nothing to disturb the even tenor of his thoughts? He was never to risk lessening the power of his male beauty by cultivating frown lines. His comeliness was the one proof they had of his half-god status; the only thing he'd inherited from his philandering father, Zeus -- other than the eternal enmity of Hera the hard-hearted, his jealous stepmother.
Calm once more, Narcissus opened his eyes and gave one more brush at the small bit of dirt clinging to his tunic, seeking his reflected image to judge the results of his impromptu attempt at cleaning.
The edge of his sleeve, banded with shimmering gold embroidery, trailed into the waters, causing a small disruptive eddy. His reflection disappeared, the image of his face shattered into a million sparkling shards of water.
He finally noticed the creature who had called to him.
The being -- massive and sleek, silver of eyes and hair -- swam just beneath the surface of the still water. Like clear glass, the river revealed a large muscular humanoid body moving with a nakedly fluid elegance that called to Narcissus. He'd been taught to revere the strong and perfect forms of physical beauty in all its divergent incarnations.
Never had he seen such grace, such sheer overwhelming masculine magnificence. His breath caught on a wave of intense feeling that seemed to center in his chest, squeezing his heart. His flat nipples tightened into stiff buttons that ached and throbbed, hungry for tactile stimulation. Below the hollow pit in his belly, his cock twitched, balls rolled up snug beneath his lengthening rod.
"By the light in my mother's eyes, you are very beautiful!"
"As are you, young prince."
His cock jumped, and he stared down at his arousal, shocked to see the level of interest his body proclaimed. Never had this happened before. Raising his head, he gazed in awe at the river-male's face and body, the firm long legs, the thick cock between those legs cutting through the water like a fleshy rudder.
Dragging his eyes away from the male's lower body, Narcissus trained his curious gaze on the wide shoulders and muscle-corded arms that flexed easily as the being cut with smooth strength through the watery channel. Flat nipples, a pale, pale wash of color on an almost colorless chest, had him licking his lips. Mouth salivating, he imagined sucking them into stiff little hillocks. Altogether, the creature's attributes were so terribly lovely, tears came to his eyes. He rejoiced he'd been blessed to behold such a wonder... until an ugly thought crossed his mind.
Is it possible this creature is more beautiful than I?
Almost at once, he shook his head. Yes, the creature had a wide brow and rippling silvery hair streaming about his lean powerful face, a face etched with the craggy lines of true male beauty. Narcissus would not deny the being held a certain attraction, yet he had it on the best authority that no one surpassed his god-given perfection of form and visage.
Besides, large, silvery blue eyes gazed out of the water with a very appreciative look of admiration in them. The being knew his looks to be inferior.
Narcissus preened. Feeling quite magnanimous, he offered the male a compliment. "You are quite the handsome water sprite, aren't you?" He didn't mind acknowledging beauty when he saw it, complacent in the fact his looks remained without equal.
"My comeliness or lack thereof matters not at all, compared with your loveliness. If only I could come to you, touch you. My fingers would coast over the luscious curves of your chest and abdomen. My lips would smooth over your pink cheeks, my breath moisten your beardless jaw. My raspy tongue would bathe those small beaded nipples until they tightened and ached. Only then would I bite them. Hard. Once they were red and hot with blood, I'd move down to lick the pooled sweat from your pretty indented navel --" silver eyes glinted with mischief, "-- for you would certainly be sweating by then."
The words ran like lightning through his veins and Narcissus squirmed, a flush of heat flaring at his chest and face. Blood rushed to swell his stirring cock to stiff readiness. The uncut organ rose in pretty majesty, standing like a dark reddened marble column between his pale sculpted thighs.
He grew warmer than the golden fire rays sparking from the wheels of Apollo's chariot. Mouth watering, he leaned closer, eager to hear more. "What else? What else would you do?"
"My cool chest would rub your broad hot back as I pressed our bodies close. My cock would caress the tight valley of your sculpted ass. My teeth would nibble on the curve of your shoulder, test your neck's strong cording, while my hands gently fondled your balls and stroked that long thick rod poking from under your short tunic."
Narcissus pulled back, a bit self-conscious that the sprite could see his cock. He'd never really liked it much. When roused, it darkened and thickened, grew gnarly with unsightly, ropey veins, looking nothing like the rest of his roses and cream complexioned skin -- the gift of a true redhead.
He twitched the hem of his tunic, covering his uncontrollable rampancy. "It's not my best feature."
"Oh, but it is to me!" The sprite's avid gaze clung to Narcissus' lap. "Unveil that perfect column again and dip it into the water. Let me worship it."
Narcissus leaned back on his heels. "One should only worship the gods."
"We both know your cock is godlike -- strong and bursting with life. I want to taste you, drink you -- feel all that vibrant life flowing down my throat."
Being narcissistic, Narcissus couldn't help liking what he heard. "True, though not my best feature, it is still more comely than any other human's."
"Take it out. Dip it in the water. Come to me, lover, and I'll have you coming in no time." The naughty glint in his eyes and the waggle of his brows made him seem more approachable, more trustworthy.
Narcissus loved to come and when another induced the orgasm, it was the ultimate in self-love. Lay back and enjoy!
He stood and hastily began disrobing, feeling no shame at stripping naked in the open field. He was Greek, and all Greeks loved the human form. His was lauded whenever he condescended to bare himself for their visual enjoyment. Besides, no one else occupied the glade except the bodyguards his mother insisted on having near him at all times and he'd ordered them to patrol the perimeter and approach only when summoned.
His mother's men were hardened warriors who allowed nothing to distract them, but their job was to watch for Hera's henchmen, making sure none approached while Narcissus went about his daily life, not dog his every step and irritate the Hades out of him.
Eager, impatient, Narcissus tossed away his tunic, unveiling wide shoulders -- pale cream under the sun's bright beams -- and a torso rippling with stomach muscles that could make men and women weep. His chest and underarms were unmarred by hair, but a thin line of flame-red, sleek fine strands ran from his belly button, thickening into soft silky pubic curls framing his cock and softening the outline of his heavy ball sac.
Grinning with anticipation, Narcissus ran the palms of his hands down his chest and stomach, then along his lean flanks, finally gliding slowly over the high curves of his tight buttocks. Teasing the waiting male, he gave the firm flesh a sharp little slap, causing his buttock to bounce and jiggle. The low groan that stroked his ears told him he'd accomplished his intent.
At the riverbank, Narcissus breathed deeply, trying to loosen the muscles clenching in his groin as a wild pulse began beating low in his gut. "How are we going to do this?"
The Nereid came closer, its silver eyes wide with lust and something else. Narcissus didn't bother to puzzle out the strange expression, never having seen the like on his own face. "I cannot leave the water. You'll have to get into the river a bit so I can reach you. Go to your knees. Spread your thighs and jut your hips down toward me. Hurry! I cannot wait to have my mouth on you."
Shivering, almost mindless with lust, Narcissus still retained enough sense to recall he could not commit his body totally to the water, rivers being Hera's domain -- their denizens under her command. Keeping one hand anchored on the land, fingers twined in the roots of the gnarled Cyprus overhanging the bank, he gingerly eased into position on spread knees.
His cock speared upward, so stiff he had to press down to aim it toward the water. He swallowed hard, swayed his hips to entice the water being's attention to the cock at hand, fiercely eager to feel a mouth engulfing his enflamed flesh. "Come then and suck me now. Put out this infernal fire lest I burn to ash and be gone."
Quick as a darting fish, a pointed tongue lapped at the liquid trembling on the very tip of Narcissus' cock then retreated. He shuddered as cool rivers of sensation spread over the empurpled head.
The sprite swam backward, licking his lips. "Mmmmm! That was sweet, fragrant and tart... just the way I like cock juice."
"You dare to tease me? Take me in your mouth and cease this play." His free hand shot out, tangled in the male's hair. Narcissus dragged the sprite back to his groin.
A firm hand untangled Narcissus' fingers from the long strands of hair. "In my own time, youngling," the water being growled, wrenching himself from the half-god's grasp.
Taken aback, Narcissus sank to his heels, legs still splayed apart, forlorn cock yearning toward the source of its temptation. "Please..."
In answer, the other male surged half out the water, both hands going to the tops of Narcissus' thighs, holding him in place, bracing him open. Bending down to the thick bar of flesh before him he swallowed the half-god's cock to the root in one gulp. Hollowing his cheeks, the sprite applied tight suction, forcing the organ all the way down his throat until his chin nudged the softly furred sac below the jutting penis.
Shocked and instantly overwhelmed, Narcissus bowed his back, screaming, coming so hard his jetting sperm pounded against the walls of the Nereid's throat. His balls, burning as if they were on fire, drew up tight, hugging the underside of his shooting penis.
One hand holding roots and land, the other once more buried in the streaming hair of the merman, he pushed his hips into the male's face, forcing his cock deeper. "Again!"
His order came in a voice so gruff, the growl rumbled in his chest. Unable to stop groaning, Narcissus fucked the sprite's talented mouth, forcibly moving the other's head up and down his length by his stranglehold on the bunched hair at the male's nape. "Suck me, bring me again."
The Nereid's mouth was cool fire along his tunneling rod. One couldn't expect heat from a water sprite, but the very contrast of the almost icy interior of its mouth against the heated flesh of his cock caused Narcissus to rise swiftly to another savage ledge. "Fuck! Your mouth feels good on me!"
Say my name, Narcissus. Free me from the water and I promise to make the sensations even better.
Narcissus slowed his unheeding rush toward orgasm as the Nereid's thoughts entered his mind. Of course, he'd had to mindspeak. He couldn't very well talk around a mouthful of cock and Narcissus had no intention of removing said cock anytime soon.
"What is it -- your name?"
Eleiades.
Hips surging back and forth, Narcissus nodded. "Bring me and I'll call your name when I come."
In answer, water-cooled hands played over his swaying sac, tickling the balls within. Circling the base of his springing penis, long thick fingers wrapped around and squeezed, pumping and twisting Narcissus' erection until the blood-swelled bulbous head threatened to explode.
Just when he thought he could withstand no more, the Nereid wrenched his mouth away and pressed Narcissus' cock to his belly.
Narcissus bucked.
He heard the sprite chuckle low in his throat while licking a cool tongue along the crease of his scrotum. When he took both balls in his mouth, rolling them around and prodding them with his tongue, Narcissus writhed in his hold, breath stalled. "By almighty Zeus," he cried, "no one, no one has ever sucked my balls before, nor cherished them with such fervent, determined devotion."
So focused was he on the feelings ripping through his sac, he ignored the bold finger swirling around the puckered entry of his anus, dipping in and hooking, searching for...
The finger found gold, tumbling him into another pelvis grinding orgasm. "Ugh! Ugh, yes! By the gods... finger-fuck my ass and ream me good! Jam your fingers all the way up, Eleiades!" Narcissus howled.
Strong arms looped under his knees, grabbed his hips and yanked so his legs dangled over the bigger male's forearms, bringing his groin flush with a wet mouth. Animalistic growls and grunts snarled from the male's throat as flattened tongue, sharp teeth and tugging lips worked the rigid flesh of his cock, lashing and sucking, biting hard enough to leave indentions, without quite breaking the skin.
Narcissus' passion faltered and he strained away at the pain. "Wh-what are you doing to me? Why have you stopped?" Narcissus quaked as a warm breeze wafted over his penis, bringing it back to full erection.
The sprite lifted his head with a menacing leer. His broad chest pressed against Narcissus' warm body, pushing him backward onto the bank. Knees still bent, he lost his balance and fell, the sprite's heavier body following his down, pinning him securely.
"What are you worried about, beautiful baby boy? I'm only going to do to you what you planned to do to me... use you for my pleasure!"
BetaSecond in order of importance; Exploratory
The sprite rubbed his body over Narcissus, pinching one flat nipple between a masterful forefinger and thumb.
The frightened youth flinched away. "Ouch! That hurts."
Ice ran through his veins, chilling any remaining ardor as a thick cock, harder and seeming yards longer than his own, drilled into his abdomen. Never subjected to such treatment before, Narcissus felt confused. The pain hurt, but the tingling aftermath made his cock jerk where it throbbed, trapped between their two bodies. His belly quivered and he mewled in helpless dread, knowing the sprite felt and recognized his carnal submission. What would he do with such power?
"Don't worry so, little half-mortal. I'm about to show you true beauty -- the beauty of sexual pain."
"Oh my gods..."
"I'm not a god, I'm a Nereid... and we hate humans. Any fool should know never to call a Nereid by name in lust. It frees us and traps the human in our thrall."
Narcissus strained against the Nereid's embrace, desperate to escape, yet just as desperate for the other male to dominate him. What the fuck has he done to me? What am I doing? No one rules me! "I'm the son of Zeus, thereby a half-god."
Getting to his feet, the Nereid laughed. He lifted Narcissus, cradling him in his arms as he would a babe. "Oh, Hera made sure I knew all the sordid details of your conception. She bargained with me to kill you."
"K-k-kill me? But why?"
"Come now, Narcissus. You're an affront to the queen of the gods. How do you think she feels having to face her husband's many by-blows at every turn?"
Narcissus began to cry. People loved him. No one had ever disliked him enough to want to hurt him. Was it his fault Zeus couldn't keep his godly cock in his robes? "It's not my fault... or my mother's. How could a human woman say no to a god?"
Eleiades shrugged, idly plucking and thumbing Narcissus' nipples as he answered. "Boy, haven't you learned the gods don't have to be reasonable?"
Narcissus shook his head. "I'm only thirty-one."
"Well, I'm thirty-one thousand, and until today I've never seen someone come so daintily, yet lustily as you." His frosted silver eyes grew warm as he locked gazes with Narcissus. "For someone as long-lived as I, novelty is rare and very hard to come by. Since you're only half-human and I only half hate you, I've decided I'm not going to kill you."
Relief had Narcissus sagging in the bigger male's lap. "Thank the gods for that. I'll go home now..."
Eleiades threw back his head, roaring with laughter.
Narcissus took offense. "What's so funny?"
"You are! You're not going home, little tidbit. Do you know how hard it is to trap a human? How long between fucks it's been for me? I have need for these pretty nipples of yours."
Narcissus' eyes grew huge. The massive organ pressed along his body from groin to chest scared the hell out of him. His heart stuttered. The thought of having that monster trying to invade his ass... "No."
"Centuries. Eons. Too damned fucking long." The Nereid smiled down on Narcissus, his silver eyes fond and cruel at the same time.
"I wasn't talking about how long you've been celibate. I mean, no, you can't possibly think you'll fit inside me."
A long cool finger slid down his body from nipple to the down-like cloud of red swirls surrounding his cock. Narcissus stilled in the Nereid's relentless hold. Nerves fluttered in his belly like a bevy of butterflies as the Nereid's gruff voice rumbled against his ear.
"I'm about to break a couple thousand years' fast in your sweet little ass so you'd better hope I fit. Either way, you'll accommodate me."
Narcissus gulped. Fear added an erotic spice he'd never anticipated as his cock rose anew at Eleiades' threat. His nipples beaded with the sharpest desire he'd ever experienced. Terror was definitely part of what he felt, but there was also a dark, unfathomable urge to lay back and spread his thighs -- present his vulnerable ass to the behemoth male. He wavered between begging for Eleiades' inhuman cock and begging for mercy.
Fear won out. "Please don't do that. You're too big. You'll rip me apart."
"True, but you're half god. You'll heal. Over and over again... my perfect little fuck toy." Eleiades bent and brushed his mouth against Narcissus' trembling lips, the kiss confusing in its gentleness. He pulled back and the younger man saw his pointed tongue swipe over his full lips as if savoring the taste of terror he'd gathered from Narcissus' hapless mouth. "Trust me, baby... you're gonna love what I do to you. First, I'll make you scream. Then I'll make you scream with pleasure." He swung his head left and right.
Confused at this, Narcissus asked, "What are you looking for?"
"A sturdy limb so I can whip your ass before I fuck it."
Trembling, frightened and not knowing what else to do, Narcissus curled deeper into the Nereid's embrace. "Why would you hurt me?"
The Nereid paused in his search for a good switch. "My beloved boy, you brought this upon yourself. Your actions in the towns and cities drew the gods' attention. That is never wise."
Narcissus shifted for a better position. Tucked high against his captor's side, his right arm had grown numb. He pulled it from beneath Eleiades' elbow and raised both arms, wrapping them around the bull neck of the giant sprite. "What did I do that was so bad?"
When it seemed Eleiades wouldn't answer, he nudged the brawny sprite under the chin with the top of his head, much as a cat butts his head against an ankle seeking attention. "Please. I really do want to know."
"Oh, you are so sweetly innocent. I must kiss you! I have to taste that sugary naiveté." Suiting actions to words, Eleiades' hand captured Narcissus' chin, holding him still as he took his lips, his tongue aggressively demanding entrance. He ate at his mouth as though starving.
Narcissus tightened his arms and clung to Eleiades' neck, his fingers finding their way to the long silver hair at the Nereid's nape while he surrendered to the lusty plundering. He groaned into the larger man's mouth, body melting like wet sugar while his unruly cock jerked into another full-blown erection.
He trembled. Oh god, the sprite tasted of power and sex, domination and sweet, dark temptation. Never one to deny himself, Narcissus shivered in Eleiades' grip, admitting he wanted what the Nereid offered. He craved the attention the sprite poured on him. No one had ever taken the initiative with him before.
When the sprite released his mouth, Narcissus' head rolled limply on a meaty forearm. Dizzy with arousal, he swept his bottom lip with a lazy tongue, tasting the residue of the salty brine of the river sprite's saliva. Hungry in more ways than one, he wondered what the Nereid's spunk tasted like. "I'll suck your cock if you like."
The sprite kept turning his head, glancing about. When he answered, he didn't bother to look at Narcissus. "Well, of course. That's a given. We'll get to it as soon as I find that switch."
His heart doing a somersault of dread, Narcissus had to ask, already fearing the answer. "Why do you still need a switch when I'm not fighting you? I won't fight you."
Eleiades hugged the slighter man to his chest. "I know you won't. Not now, anyway. Fighting wouldn't do you a bit of good, if you tried. In fact, some day I might order you to fight me just to add to my fun."
He sighed and stopped his circular wandering. Placing Narcissus on his feet, he clasped the youth's shoulders in his beefy hands. "Heed me well, boy. Before today, you never gave a thought to anyone other than yourself. Your love was hoarded, selfishly kept for the reflection in still water -- the image in the polished steel. From now on and for the rest of your long life, this is all about me, not about you.
"You've done nothing wrong... and nothing right. The whipping is for my pleasure. I plan to redden your ass as you suck my cock. Your tears falling in my pubic hair will bring a special joy to me. When you have pleased me enough, I might allow you to come."
Sad tears flowed from Narcissus' eyes as he listened to the Nereid upbraid him. He'd never thought of himself as greedy for love. Had he indeed been so selfish? "I never meant to be so... so introverted. No one had time for me. I had no playmates since Mother was too frightened Hera would sneak someone into the household to kill us. She spends all her time primping and waiting on Zeus to visit, and none of her time with me."
Eleiades rubbed his back in soothing circular motions. "It's not your fault, boy. No one taught you better. But self-absorption is hubris and punishable by the gods. I'm your punishment. Lucky for you, I have enough clout to change the scenario Hera planned." He winked. "Also lucky for you, I happen to love fragile redheads with big cocks, firm thighs, pouty little nipples and tight asses. Now stop whining and help me find your switch."
Not long later, Narcissus held up a slender willow branch with leaves still attached. "Will this do?"
Eleiades took the offering from him, weighing it on his palm, slapping the broad surface with it once, and then again. He cocked his eyebrow at the eager young sapling standing before him, his body straining toward him, visibly begging for the punishment to begin.
"It's a good length, sap still running through it so it won't easily break." He eyed the young man again. "These leaves are going to sting." His mouth turned up in a cruel approving grin and he crooned. "Perfect."
The smile fell off his face, replaced by a stern frown. Looking down on Narcissus, he snarled. "Uppity slave, you must always clasp hands behind your back when you stand before me."
Cock aching, balls so tight they burned in their sac, he watched the young man hurriedly bring his hands into position while toeing off his hemp sandals. There, in the bright sunlit glade, Narcissus stood proud and erect, his body straight with shoulders back.
Well, we'll just have to fix that...
Ō megaThe ending of a sequence
Whack!
"You don't stand before me like an equal, young slut!"
Narcissus jumped, probably more at the sound than at the pain of the switch landing on his left shoulder. His puzzled gaze flew to the face of the Nereid looming over him.
Lovely fear shone up at Eleiades from those lilac eyes and he bit back a grin. He was going to enjoy this...
Whack! Whack!
"Get your eyes down, forward thing!"
The next blows landed against those tender nipples, the sharp-edged leaves having to sting and burn the sensitive tips and the soft surrounding flesh. When Narcissus moaned under the lashing, the Nereid felt a strumming jolt all the way to the tip of his uncut cock. This boy's pained pleasure, his total submission, had his root so hard he feared he'd spill before ever getting up that tight most assuredly virgin ass. That would be a pity.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Get your hands higher, your feet farther apart. Let me see those balls hanging free!"
Eleiades sent the branch slashing across his pale abdomen, leaving pink streaks. Narcissus quickly obeyed, pulse visibly pounding like a metronome at the base of his throat.
Grunting, the water nymph laid on a flurry of strikes, watching his new sub's less than subtle reactions. The young man was a natural... rising to the lash like a slave well trained to a master's need. His expression was priceless -- seesawing between pain and pleasure -- cheeks gone white with hot agony, cock standing firm, the flesh glowing a reddened haze of bliss.
Just as he raised his hand to bring the branch down on the smooth skin of his back, a quickly suppressed thought passed the young man's mind.
What will it feel like when he applies the switch to my balls? Can I bear the pain without screaming? Can I withstand the following pleasure without climaxing?
"Why you little whore! I heard those nasty thoughts." Eleiades grinned. Leaning closer to Narcissus, the Nereid held his gaze as he trailed the stick between his captive's legs, brushing the leaves over his balls in a soft, deliberate pass made threatening by all that had gone before. "I was going to bypass whipping your cock and testicles this first time, but since you've begged so sweetly..."
He backed up, expression gone hard. "Hands to the small of your back. Spread your legs and tilt your pelvis. Present that greedy cock to me."
Tears leaking from his closed eyes, Narcissus held his breath as he obeyed his new master. Knees quaking, nerves jumping in his belly, he positioned his body for the coming punishment, too aroused to control the leakage of his cock. Ashamed, he kept his head bowed, refusing to gaze at his cock, knowing it strained heavenward, seed spilling from the head in a slippery white flow.
"You're crying, boy. Why?"
He had to try twice before answering. "I don't know, sir."
Eleiades swung the branch, targeting both cock and balls.
"Arrghh!" Panting from the explosion of pain, Narcissus fought not to unclasp his hands, bend from the waist and cradle his burning balls. He hissed through his teeth, trying to ride out the sensation of a horde of fire ants eating at his flesh, stinging and... and... oh my gods! The pleasure!
"I know why you're crying. Would you like me to tell you?"
"Y-y-yes, pu-please." The tears were flowing now, raining down Narcissus' face as his entire body spasmed, every inch of him responding to the relentless ecstasy chasing after the pain.
"I've broken your self-absorption. For the first time in your life, you wish to please someone other than yourself. You wish to please me."
Whack!
"By the gods!" Narcissus convulsed, sobs erupting from his chest. He couldn't hold them in... couldn't contain the searing sensations tearing him apart and recreating him into another being entirely. He fell to his knees, legs giving way as he rode the pleasure piggybacked on the pain, a new vista of emotions sweeping his thoughts into blurred, white-hot disarray.
He knew Eleiades spoke the truth. Though he burned, he ached and he shook, nothing -- no sexual act or expression of love -- had ever before impacted on his lonely, longing soul. With the Nereid, he'd discovered what was missing, learned he needed this extreme brand of stimulation, craved the being whose actions had led him to this dark watershed of change.
Gasping, Narcissus crawled to Eleiades, crowded against his legs. Bending low, exposing his bowed back to the lashes of the willow limb, he sobbed, unashamed of the tears of thankfulness falling as he clumsily pressed kisses to the water sprite's feet, hands still held rigid in the small of his back.
The Nereid placed one strong hand beneath Narcissus' chin, lifted his face and stroked his hair back from his brow. "Loved one, you fear your desire to yield yourself totally into my hands, yet you truly want nothing more."
Narcissus moaned as Eleiades bent, his open mouth brushing kiss after kiss on his sweat-sheened face. Strong right hand cupping Narcissus' trembling jaw, the sprite tugged the other man's head toward the towering cock rising from his massive thighs. Like a babe desperate to suckle, Narcissus latched onto the thick organ, pulling the cool length into the hot cave of his mouth.
"Yes, baby," Eleiades crooned, rocking his hips slightly back and forth, "yes, honey-lamb. Suck me, but remember... remain on your knees -- hands behind you. Only your lips and tongue may touch my cock."
Narcissus gave a broken sob, chest rising on the deep sigh he drew in as the tension drained from his body, leaving him a small measure of peace. He felt so calm, so anchored, his mouth stretched wide around the massive organ that smoothly shuttled back and forth. The salty taste of the Nereid's penis flooded his mouth with the briny flavor of the sea and he prodded with his tongue around the loose foreskin, prying the tip under the sensitive flange.
"Ahh! Yes... yes... push the tip of your tongue into my slit. Gently, slut! Slowly... feel me fucking your mouth." Eleiades' hands came up and cradled the young man's head in his palms, fingers digging into the hair at his nape as he masterfully guided the depth of each inward thrust, determining just how much cock Narcissus was allowed to have.
Oysters dipped in the spicy sauce of a sea nymph's sperm. That's what Eleiades tasted of, Narcissus decided, rubbing the bulging vein running along the underside of the inhuman cock with his flattened tongue, contentedly milking the fat pole.
"Narcissus, have you forgotten that I plan to whip you as you suckle my cock?"
He hadn't forgotten, but he shivered in dread that his body had reached overload. He feared he'd come with the first strike, shaming himself and angering his new master.
"Please..." And then he could find nothing else to say, just that. Just please... Please don't be angry with me. Don't punish me anymore... punish me more...
"Place your hands on your ass and pull your cheeks apart. Hold them open as if you wanted me to see your tight little pucker. Yes, like that. Now, do not stop fucking me with your mouth. I shall be very angry if you stop or if you come before I give you permission."
Squirming on his knees, Narcissus reached back and stretched his ass as far apart as he could manage, until the skin threatened to rend between his stiff fingers. Feeling owned, utterly possessed, he knelt at his master's feet, willingly exposing his most intimate flesh.
"How you glow, youngling. Your passion lights this noonday brighter than Apollo's chariot of fire."
The feel of the sprite's hand on his nape broke him and Narcissus wept, face becoming wet with tears as he continued to bob his head up and down the long length of Eleiades' cock. As the sprite had prophesied, his tears dripped into the taller male's coarse pubic hair.
When it came, Narcissus welcomed the smart of the leafy switch. The stinging gave a reason for his crying. His lips tightened on the proud flesh, cheeks hollowed as he applied his strongest suction, all the while offering up his pain, his tears as a gift to the Nereid.
"Enough!" A rough hand tangled in his fiery curls, yanking his head away from the bobbing cock riding between the Nereid's thighs. "I don't want to come in your mouth this first time. I plan to be buried in that tight, virgin ass of yours."
Narcissus shivered in fear... in excitement... in submission. There was a certain peace in knowing his wishes didn't matter. No matter what he wanted, his master would take him any way he wished; fuck his mouth or his ass on a whim.
Narcissus -- the muscles surrounding his anus cringing at the thought of accepting that colossal cock up his back entry -- feared he might not survive Eleiades' carnal conquest. The sprite was a demigod; his physique and sexual organ far surpassing a mortal's in size and power.
Narcissus swallowed his trepidation. He wanted this, wanted to belong to the only person ever to see him as a person in his own right, not as Zeus' son or Hera's shame. Yes, it was going to hurt... but not, say... as much as having your liver plucked daily and eaten by eagles. His cock reared high and tense between his wide-spread thighs -- a stone column of lust that even Medusa's stare couldn't have hardened more as he leaned his head into the Nereid's thigh and begged, "Please! Please, Eleiades... master! Fuck me and make me yours."
ThetaThanatos aka Death
Eleiades tossed the bloodied switch away, his eyes burning down on the clinging Narcissus. Fisting his hands in the young man's shining hair, he dragged him to his feet by the long locks, snatching the half-god into his embrace.
Lips opening over the soft, yielding mouth of the youth, the Nereid thrust his tongue in and out of Narcissus' mouth, languidly brushing against the other's tongue, the roof of his mouth and the cool rim of his teeth in a series of deep forays that searched out the heart and soul of the young man.
Drawing back, he swiped his own lips with a long cool pass of his tongue, determined to slow the action down. Chest rising and falling as he struggled to control his uneven breathing, Eleiades rubbed his thumb back and forth along the full bottom lip of Hera's hated stepson, wondering at the feelings the young man raised in him. When Narcissus pressed the side of his cheek into that thumb, silently begging for more, the water deity knew he'd been royally had...
This boy was dangerous, a hazard on two feet. Thirty-one thousand years old and he'd finally been snagged by a pair of innocent, purple eyes. Damn that Zeus, and fuck his ugly aunts, the Fates. They'd planned this, for sure. Zeus, being all-knowing, had realized Eleiades wouldn't be able to resist fucking this boy, knew his cock would probably kill the baby godling, burning out the human-ness in him, thereby releasing his full deified nature.
"Damn and blast, but I hate being your pappy's flunky!"
"Huh? Master, please...!" Panic sounded in the breathless plea. Narcissus threw his arms around the Nereid's waist, clinging in fear of being torn away.
Eleiades' thumb pressed down on Narcissus' lush mouth before letting his hands drop to his wide shoulders. Holding him off, he stared at the man, knowing he was going to fuck him regardless, knew he couldn't turn away from the pure love burning in the youngling's eyes. The look in those purple eyes was damned addictive.
His big hands slipped down the lad's back, curving around to palm his full ass cheeks. Fingers digging into the deep crease between the firm globes, he drew Narcissus up on his toes and took his mouth in a torrid kiss. Gasping for breath, he finally pulled back and rasped, "Have no fear. Though something tells me I'll regret this, Rhea and Cronus -- mother and father of the gods, themselves -- couldn't stop me from taking your virgin ass, lovely one."
Narcissus sagged into the demigod's embrace, thankful to the heavens the male who'd stolen his will only to command his love had every intention of claiming him in the most primal, brutal of ways.
He shivered at the bold grasp of his lover's hands on his ass, a forceful statement of how he would be taken. There'd be no mercy, no gentle fucking. Narcissus knew this would be a deep, hard claiming. This intense ritual would leave a mark of possession not only in his flesh but also on his soul. Frightened to death, yet aroused beyond measure, the man-child whispered into the Nereid's mouth, his lips brushing the other's with every quiet word. "I'm ready, master. How do you want me?"
Eleiades stirred. His silver pale eyes gazed down into Narcissus' eager stare. "We'll go down to the riverside, sit on the bank. There's sloping ground there, where I can prop my back while you sit in my lap."
Narcissus nodded and wordlessly, acting the part of the leader, took the sprite's hand and led him back to the quiet water. When they reached the edge, he asked again, "Where and how would you like me, master?"
"First, go gather a shoot from that glimmer bush, yonder." Eleiades pointed to a shimmering bush of tall reeds. Pan often gathered such to play his frenzied tunes, causing all within the sound of his piping to fall upon a partner and sexually ravish them until all vitality had fled and they lay insensate wherever their bodies fell.
Narcissus' shoulders fell. "Another spanking?" He shuddered when his master's lips tightened.
"For that unseemly reaction, I'll lay a few across that swollen ass of yours before lubing you up for my cock. The glimmer bush is not made of hollow reeds. The reeds are filled with a viscous slippery fluid that aids in sexual congress. Once emptied, they may be used for a variety of things."
"I'm s-sorry," Narcissus stammered the apology. "When you mentioned the bush, I just assumed..."
The Nereid sighed. "We've not had time enough this nooning to cure you of that nasty habit." His eyes narrowed as his lips widened in that wicked curve Narcissus was coming to recognize usually preceded some act of sexual cruelty. "But I promise you I will cure you of the desire to assume, my honey-sweet baklava. In the meantime... retrieve those stalks as ordered."
Hurrying to obey his master, Narcissus broke off several glimmer rods and rushed back to the masterful male who had captured his attention, his lust and his love all in one sultry afternoon. To the demigod who would soon own his body as well as his soul.
Eleiades took the reeds from his hand and turned him until he faced away -- his back to the water deity's chest. "Kneel on all fours. Once down, I want you to straighten your knees, keeping your chest low, until your ass is held high before me."
Trembling, Narcissus did as ordered. In this position, his hair fell forward, the thick rippling mass of red strands effectively obscuring his vision. He longed to see the expression on the Nereid's face, needed to judge if his lover found him acceptable. "Like this?"
Whap!
"Did I give you leave to speak, naughty one?"
Narcissus caught back the yelp he wanted to let loose, sure he couldn't stand another lash from the bundle of glimmer reeds Eleiades held. The sting was different from the one given by the willow limb; more intense, lasting longer and burning hotter. Closing his eyes, he thought he could almost see the welts raised in hot splendor amid the pink crisscrossing of the earlier marks.
He stiffened as he felt two fingers press against his cheeks, prying them apart.
"Open those legs... give me space!"
The master's voice snapped behind him, full of impatience and... anger? Not sure, not daring to chance another strike, Narcissus widened his stance, balancing his upper body on his crossed arms, keeping his head and chest down.
He felt so exposed, so vulnerable... open and waiting for whatever the sprite chose to do to him. Thinking of the size of his master's organ, he breathed an inward sigh of thanks that Eleiades planned to use a lube. He knew he'd have accepted the male even without the easing ointment, though the pain would have been horrendous.
Still, he jumped when the stalks were shoved without warning past the tightly puckered opening between his cheeks. A grunt escaped his lips as the burning reeds were roughly rotated back and forth, their slippery juice allowed to seep into his hole, readying him for his master's cock.
To his surprise, even this felt... good. His balls churned in their sacs, tingles of heat and miniature bolts of Zeus' lightning zinged up his back and chest to explode in the tips of his nipples. Lying still was impossible. He had to move. Flexing his ass, tightening his muscles, he shifted under the demigod's hands, pumping his bottom backward into the deepening strokes.
"Hold still, slut!"
The angry order, accompanied by a flurry of hand spanks, froze Narcissus in place. His legs trembled, shook from the desire to move, to dance under the maddening stimulation. A helpless moan trickled from his mouth.
"Impatient child, I see I'll have to fuck you before you make me beat you in all earnestness."
The reeds were whipped out of his ass and tossed aside. The cool heat of the Nereid's body warmed Narcissus' back. He felt the heavy presence of the male's blunt, mushroomed head pressing against his quivering rectum. Nothing could stop the cry winging from his mouth as Eleiades began pushing his way into the tiny, virgin opening of his ass.
"Zeus! Mighty god, it hurts!"
The Nereid leaned over Narcissus' back until his face was visible at his right shoulder. "Yessss, it hurts, but don't think your father will come to your rescue. This was all his idea. Now shut up, push out and take more of my cock. Take all of me..."
Narcissus bit down on his lip as the massive cock of his master sank further into his stretched channel. The huge organ forced him open, spread his flesh so far apart the pain of it burned like Greek fire -- a flame that would never go out, flaring higher and hotter with each endless second.
Tears poured down his cheeks, fell in to his gaping mouth as his ass seemed to split from the size of the cock tunneling up his no longer private parts. His legs gave way and he would have dropped, but the sprite held him at hip and belly. Huge hands cradled him, steely fingers dug into his skin as he was tugged backward and backward onto the never-ending cock. Until at last, all stilled.
"You can rest easy for a moment, honeycake. I'm in."
Impaled and obscenely stretched, Narcissus hung from Eleiades' cock, eyes blinded with tears, chest barely moving as he breathed through his open mouth, fearful of jarring and rousing the ravening beast of pain coiled slumbering now in his nether end.
"By Cronus' severed testicles, I never thought you could take every inch of my cock, but you've surprised me. It's been eons since I've gone balls-deep in such a tight ass, darling. You've made me feel wonderful and so now I'll return the favor."
Narcissus felt pride swell his chest, warm his insides as he listened to the Nereid praise him. His joy turned to ashes as the sprite began to withdraw. Tensed for more pain, he gasped when the opposite flooded him. His breath whooshed out as pleasure poured in a boiling wake down the dark path abandoned by Eleiades' cock.
His ass felt bereft. Unconscious of doing so, he tightened his sphincter, desperate to hold on to the lush, sensational muscle-melting feelings inundating his body and mind. Again, he deliberately clenched his ass around the massive blunt instrument, mewling as he lost the fight to hold onto it.
"Relax, love, I'm not leaving you for long."
The heavy glide of cock back up his passage bore out the sprite's words and Narcissus groaned, ass burning as Eleiades began to fuck him firmly yet lovingly.
After years of loneliness and isolation, Narcissus felt starved for the warmth of the other male's affections. It branded his soul as it melted his heart, soothing away past hurts. "Lord, I love you, Eleiades!"
The cry slipped out against his will and Narcissus quaked inside, frightened his untimely declaration had angered his master and lover. Grateful tears flooded his eyes when the Nereid's lips brushed his shoulders in a tender kiss.
A broad hand encircled his stiff cock, strong fingers wrapped tight around it, hurting so good as Eleiades set up a pumping action that had Narcissus' hips jerking out of control. "Then come for me, baby. Spew your seed and howl your devotion so Apollo, himself, can hear and bear witness to the heavens you belong to me!"
Hephaestus' forge couldn't generate the heat sizzling in Narcissus' veins. Groaning, he flung back his head in ecstasy, thrusting his pelvis forward, into the hand working his cock, and then back, offering his ass to the heavy, jarring thuds of his lover's pistoning hips. "By all the gods on Olympus, I'm almost there! Fuck me, sir! Fuck me and make me come!"
Eleiades laughed. "This once, your wish is my command!"
∞ Infinity
"You were right, Eleiades. I was self-absorbed and selfish. Look how silly I appear, staring into the water at my own reflection..." Narcissus frowned at the simulacrum of himself. "I look like a pansy-boy, mooning after the stars beyond my reach."
"You look like the man I fell in love with." Eleiades hugged the younger man close and leaned in for a kiss. "Though I must admit, if you hadn't surprised me with your passion and hedonistic enjoyment, I would have killed you for Hera, never realizing what a treasure you are."
Narcissus turned in his arms and kissed him back, his teeth nipping at the sprite's bottom lip in a playful bid for dominance. A swat on the butt broke his insolence and he laughed, laying his head on the heavy-muscled shoulder of his master. "It was a good idea to fashion a doll of me so the guards think me still here, by the water. But I don't think the changeling will fool Mother."
The Nereid shrugged. "It should... at least, long enough for us to present ourselves to your father as a matched pair. She will rail over it, but you had to grow up sometime."
The younger man sighed. "I shall miss her, though I think she shall not miss me. Perhaps Zeus will give her another son to take my place."
"I think not. Hera had Hephaestus forge an iron ring that holds his penis limp for all but her. He liked the ingeniousness of the idea and rewarded her with a promise to cease wandering for a few centuries."
"Poor Mother..."
The sprite stiffened beside him. "Do you wish to go back, to undo what I've done?"
Recognizing the hurt in the question, Narcissus tugged Eleiades' head down, cupping it between his hands to meet the other's eyes. "Never."
He dropped a kiss on the sprite's cool lips before sinking to his knees. Taking hold of the Nereid's rising cock, he squeezed gently, bringing it to his lips.
Eleiades sighed and buried his fingers in Narcissus' hair as the young god swallowed his cock, not stopping until his chin nudged the heavy balls hanging below. "Ah, beloved one, the heat of your mouth feels lovely against the coolness of my body. Do you honestly not regret giving up your humanity?"
Narcissus pulled back and released the sprite's thick organ. Licking his lips, he shook his head. "I must have hemorrhaged when you entered me, but was so busy enjoying being fucked I never noticed my mortal death. I'm all Olympian now, and cannot reside in a mortal's home. I choose you. I belong to you. For all eternity..."
"You precious boy, I love you more than when I first fucked you. I can't wait to live the next several eons with you..."
The Beginning
Camille Anthony
A fertile imagination and a love of both Romance and Science Fiction fuels her writing. Her favorite stories are those of strong, honorable people -- whatever the race or planet of origin -- who are driven by love and lust to find and do that one special someone. Camille likes her heroines feisty, her heroes dominant and her passion red hot! She loves to hear from her readers. You can e-mail her at CamilleAnthony@CamilleAnthony.com or visit her website at http://www.camilleanthony.com. Your comments and suggestions are appreciated.

