Would the god be angry?Not likely , Sabiniano thought with savage pleasure.
Life and death. Creation and destruction. The god's madness was a holy thing, and no building could be expected to stand in its way.
He fingered her roughly, and she panted in need. Her clit was pulsing, and unable to control himself, he slid lower on her body and dropped his head between her legs. She bucked against him as he sucked the hot nub into his mouth. He savored the salty taste, and pictured her white, silky thighs. Soon he would be riding between them. It was all he could do not to raise his head and bite them, to mark her as his possession with his teeth.
No man would ever touch her this way but him, he vowed. Cunt, thighs, breasts…they were all his.
She twisted against him, moaning and clawing at shoulders. The time was right, now he could claim her. He moved back up her body, kneeing her legs further apart. Rising slightly, he pinned both her arms above her head and looked straight into her eyes.
"You are mine," he whispered, gazing upon her pinned, sprawled out form in satisfaction. "Mine."
She looked back at him, eyes wide, and nodded.
"Yes, I am," she whispered, smiling at him. There was an emotion in her face he’d never seen before, something so tender and beautiful it made his heart ache.
And his cock.
With a growl, he ripped his tunic over up and plunged his hard length into her soft body. She screamed and bucked against him. A chorus of answering cries rose around them, and Sabiniano realized the Maenads were watching.
Good.
Let his people know that he had claimed a woman. Let them share in the madness and joy that only Dionysus could inspire. Let them fuck and sing and drink and kill in his name. This was what life on Naxos was supposed to be; it had been far too long since he abandoned himself in worship. Again and again he thrust into her. She was wild beneath him, struggling against his powerful hold. Was she trying to escape him? No, he could see in her eyes that she was just as involved in this frantic, passionate act. She fought to free her arms and clutch him more tightly to her. She wanted their flesh to be one just as he did.
He thrust again and again, each time harder, each time more deeply into her soft flesh. He wanted to slow down, to milk her to climax so many times she wouldn't be able to breathe. But when he felt her body spasm around his, when he heard her cry of ecstasy, it was too much. With a shout of triumph, he thrust into her one last time. As he did so, she looked up into his face and whispered, "Sabiniano…"
It pushed him over the edge. With a cry, he came, hips jerking against her like an untried youth.
His hot seed shot into her in burst after burst until he was empty.
Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, barely managing to push himself to one side at the last minute so as not to crush her small form. She whimpered against him, and he cradled her body close to his.
It was done.
She belonged to him now.
And he belonged to Dionysus.
How many times had he taken her? Six, seven? It was hard to remember, he thought in satisfaction. He could still remember the sleepy little smile on her face as he left her early that morning. Even as he kissed her, he breathed a spell of sleep over her. She wouldn't awake before he returned.
Now, dressed in one of his best tunics, he strode confidently through the halls of his father's temple on Mount Olympus. It was time to inform Dionysus of his triumph, and claim his woman permanently. She would be his consort on Naxos, reigning by his side over the people…
Thinking of people, he made a mental note to check on the villagers. None had been killed during the storm, but their homes and boats would need much repair. That would please Kalliara, he thought in satisfaction. He could afford to give the humans a boon.
The priest scuttling before him paused at a door, nodding toward it.
"The god is within, Lord Sabiniano," he said in a tremulous voice. "But he is busy, and has left orders not to be disturbed. I dare not open the door and announce your presence."
"I'll let myself in," Sabiniano said, waving his hand in dismissal. "You may go."
Nodding his head fearfully, the priest disappeared down a hallway. Such a fearful little creature, Sabiniano thought.
Knocking lightly, he pushed the door open and strode into his father's bedchamber. Dionysus didn't seem to notice his presence, his attention focused solely on the women beneath him. She was bent forward over the foot of the bed, her face buried between the legs of a naked blonde who moaned and thrashed her head. Dionysus stood behind both of them, thrusting into one woman's ass roughly as he leaned over and sucked the breasts of the woman lying on the bed. His naked buttocks flexed with each thrust, and Sabiniano was struck, not for the first time, by the god's physical perfection. Every muscle, ever inch of skin, was perfect.
The woman on the bed started thrashing and moaning as her pleasure increased.
Dionysus, nearing his own pleasure, raised his body and grasped the hips of the woman beneath him. He tore her away from the other woman, standing her before him, supporting her frame with his powerful arms. Her upper body dropped limply before him, yet he held her hips tight as he pummeled her ass.
The woman left on the bed moaned, then rolled to one side and started working her cunt furiously with one hand.
Sabiniano watched, mesmerized. How many times had he joined Dionysus in displays just such as this one? And how empty they seemed, compared to his time with Kalliara.
Dionysus caught his eye, then nodded quickly toward the woman on the bed in invitation. Sabiniano shook his head, and Dionysus shrugged, turning his attention back to the woman he held, reaming her ass with powerful strokes.
She whimpered and moaned under his battering cock, her cries growing more and more shrill. The god’s magic was heavy in the room. Against his will, Sabiniano felt his own erection grow. Dionysus laughed, his voice a mixture of pleasure and dark triumph. Both women screamed aloud in response, orgasms of incredible intensity ripping through their bodies.
Then Dionysus himself came, clutching the woman to his pumping hips and groaning deeply. He held her there for several seconds, then let her slide slowly to the floor. Sabiniano watched as his father turned to look at him.
"To what do I owe this honor?" he asked mockingly, making no effort to cover his still jutting cock. Sabiniano politely ignored Dionysus’ nudity, just as he had on so many other occasions.
"I've come to discuss Kalliara," he said lightly.
"Oh, yes," Dionysus replied, leaning down to help the woman to her feet. Her face held a stunned expression, and he kissed her cheek gently. "Allow me to dismiss my toys," he added.
He turned to the bed and reached out to the other woman. She jumped up, kissing his hand, and he patted her cheek gently. Then he wrapped an arm around each of them, kissing first one then the other deeply on the mouth.
"Go," he said firmly, patting their asses in dismissal. "I have business to take care of. Wait for me in the bathing chamber."
They nodded, then scurried out of the chamber. Dionysus gestured politely toward a beautifully carved chair, inviting Sabiniano to take a seat.
Waiting for his father to join him before sitting, Sabiniano spoke.
"I took her last night," he said.
"I know," Dionysus replied, amusement twisting his handsome face. He pulled a length of silk around his waist and sat down, sprawling his legs comfortably.
Sabiniano joined him. "All of Olympus knows, my son. That was quite a storm you threw last night."
"I was angry," Sabiniano said.
"So I gathered," Dionysus replied dryly.