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  Reflections

  Camille Anthony

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  Copyright ©2007 Camille 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?

  ALEF

  The 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 scu
lpted 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 hip
s 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!”

  Beta

  Second 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.”