Horny Greek Gods Pt. 04

Each story in this series is a retelling of an erotic Greek story, or an erotic interpretation of some aspect of Greek mythology. Stories can be read in any order, as a series or as stand-alones. Kinks include BDSM, non-con/dub-con, mind control, masturbation, group sex and taboo (bestiality), and each story is in the appropriate category. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: this story has dubious consent. If you're not a fan of that, try some of my other works, in this series or otherwise, instead!

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As usual, this is all the gods' fault.

Not that I can ever say that, of course. Such a phrase is blasphemous. Although, it isn't like anything worse can happen to me.

This time, it's Apollo who has interfered with the lives of us mere mortals. My father, King Minos, requested a prophecy from the Oracle of Delphi.

"Danaë," he would always say to me, "I wish you were a boy." Hardly encouraged father-daughter love, as you may well imagine. He wants a son more than anything.

But the Oracle didn't exactly tell him what he wanted to hear. My father would not have a son, but a grandson of my own womb -- who would kill him.

Loving me too much to kill me, but too afraid to let the prophecy come true, my father locked me inside a tall, brass tower to live the rest of my days. Which is a little boring, but not ALL that bad. At least I'll never have to work a day in my life, or worry about being taken advantage of.

(What was that I said at the beginning, again? Something about everything always being the gods' fault? Well. I suppose it wasn't Apollo this time).

It's a day like any other. As the daylight wanes, golden sunlight streaming through the skylight, my only portal to the outside world, I sacrifice a portion of my meal to the gods, praying to be set free.

If Athena hears me, or Artemis, surely I will be saved. Or even Hades -- death might be a relief after so much time in this prison.

I continue to kneel and pray when suddenly, something about the golden shower of light entering through the skylight seems more... tangible? It's difficult to describe, but all of a sudden I don't feel so alone anymore.

And not in a good way.

I feel a warmth, a presence, between my legs, and as if of their own accord, my legs spread slightly further apart -- but it FEELS like they're being pushed. I can't see anything, though I'm desperately checking between my legs for some visual sign of an intruder.

"H-hello?" I want to kick myself at the quiver in my voice; especially when I swear I hear a low chuckle. What with being trapped in a tower for weeks on end with no company but my own echoes, I've come to doubt my own senses. Am I going insane?

"Wh-who's there?" I try again, too terrified to try to stand. Whatever it is that's here seems to be pleased with me staying on my knees, and I'm all too happy to oblige if it means I won't incur its wrath.

"Why, my dear Danaë," a honeyed male voice whispers in my ear. No exhaled breath, no physical form with which I can touch him.

I feel something twitch in between my legs. It's all too clear that HE can touch ME. "You called for someone to save you. Who better than the King of Olympus?"

I gulp as phantom hands roam my bare thighs, edging higher and higher with each loop. Zeus himself? I'm in big trouble.

"Th-thank you, my lord, for rescuing me."

The hands pause just below my hips.

"You never did specify, my dear, how exactly you desired rescue." The god's erection presses harder into my core and I whimper. "Aphrodite's been teasing me with that girdle of hers all week. So I think the rescue you most need is from your loneliness." A weight on my shoulders knocks me forward onto my hands and knees, and any trace of doubt left in my mind vanishes. I suppose this is one way for the Oracle's prophecy to come true.

His hands trace closer and closer to his target, and in spite of my fear, it... feels good. REALLY good.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. P-Please rescue me." I lean forwards so I'm on my elbows now, ass arched back into the air.

I feel fingers run gently through my hair, another hand cupping my breast. "There's a good girl."

I feel the presence between my legs slowly shift back and forth, rubbing against me. So, so delicious.

"Oh!"

I squeal in surprise at the sudden pain on my chest, both nipples cruelly pinched.

He stops moving back and forth, and I whine at the sudden loss of pleasure. It only takes me a few seconds to realise what he wants.

"I... I'm sorry, my lord. I am yours to use as you please. I will not cry out again."

"Good slut."

The movement begins again, and I whimper, grinding my hips back up against what still looks like thin air. What a sight this must be, the Princess Danaë, moaning and writhing and bucking her hips when nothing appears to be there!

Phantom fingers glance more softly against my breasts, and I shiver with anticipation.

Then more solidly cup them. Massaging, back and forth and back and --

"Oh, you're so wet for me, aren't you?"

I clamp my mouth shut to avoid from crying out as my robe is moved aside. I feel vulnerable like this, on my hands and knees, pussy exposed to the air... and to the invisible god about to use me.

"What do you say?" He grips my hair; more for the power trip than to hold me in place, I think. I have nowhere to go, anyway.

"Please rescue me, my lord!"

I gasp as I am broken in with one swift movement, my juices and blood dripping onto the tower floor.

He gives me no time to recover, fucking his captive princess mercilessly, but I am so lonely and aroused that I do not care. I arch back into my invisible saviour, moaning, praying that Hera does not see this.

He pulls my hair back and my arms give out, chest on the floor and ass pulled high up in the air in a vulgar display of whorishness which makes the heat in me grow only stronger, hotter, faster.

"There's a good bitch," he murmurs in my ear, and I lose it, cumming on his cock as he uses me like the powerless mortal that I am. He is a god. I am nothing. The pleasure that fills me is indescribable. I gasp and moan and writhe and there is nothing there, as I orgasm on the floor of my room with no one to save me from my invisible assailant.

"I'll have to thank Apollo for this one," he grunts, slapping my ass, and I squeal, body hanging limply from his grip. "Such a poor, undefended little brat."

With one final thrust, he stills and I feel myself fill with warmth. Abruptly the presence disappears, as fast as it had arrived.

I lie helplessly on the floor, golden ichor spilling from my pussy and mixing with my blood on the floor.

Fuck you, Aphrodite, for getting him so horny. Fuck you.

I rub my legs together and sigh in pleasure.