Food for the Gods Page 2

  She knew she could deny them no longer. Growing fearful should they turn their ire upon her, Daphne resigned herself to answering the overpowering Godlings. Lowering her body until she stretched prone before them, she touched her forehead to the rock as she mumbled, “I am a clumsy kore. My cousin, Princess Ordana ordered me flogged after the tray I carried spilled onto her favorite rug."

  Overhead, the air darkened. Lightning sparked in the clouds and thunder rolled booming along the shore, sounding like the grumblings of an angry God. The wind whipped up, snapping at the hem of Daphne's clothing, wrenching at the loose warm honey-streaked strands of her hair.

  "Forgive me wherein I have done wrong!” Daphne cried, half rising her chest from the ground to gaze pleading into the hard faces of the three angry Godlings. Scrambling to her knees, she folded both hands together, lifting her arms in supplication.

  The black-skinned God looked down at her, the stern expression on his face softening as he reached to take her hands in his. Lips tipping in a half smile; he raised her to her feet, steadying her until her knees strengthened enough to hold her upright. “Be calm, kore. You need not fear us, for you have done nothing wrong."

  "In truth, brother, she truly has not. She is kore, indeed!” The slim, pale lord placed a surprisingly strong hand under her chin and lifted her face, capturing her wary gaze. “You are virgin, are you not, Princess?"

  Daphne slowly nodded, stunned to feel no embarrassment at the God's bold questioning. She wasn't surprised he knew she had made no sacrifice to Aphrodite. After all, he was a God.

  "Good. We are well pleased.” He dropped his hand from her chin and stepped back. The blue male—the one she thought the eldest—moved to stand before her. “Look upon us, Princess Daphne Eresteou.” He gestured at the two alongside him. They all three threw back their shoulders and preened. “Look hard and long."

  Hard and long ... had he placed a special emphasis on those last words ... ?

  He had a way about him that demanded her obedience, so she braced her knees and stiffened her back. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, Daphne did as instructed and shyly examined each male anew. This time, she ignored their faces...

  The longer she looked the more an uncommon heat grew in the cauldron between her thighs. Rising, spreading fire to the two points burning at the tip of her breasts, the heat rushed up her throat to blaze wildly in her hot cheeks.

  Daphne bit back a moan, fighting to control a curious melting in the heart of her belly. Boiling hot and turbulent, the waves of her inner sea churned within the walls of her womb.

  "So, tell us, kore ... do you find us comely?"

  "M-my lords, you know I do.” She raised her bemused gaze up to meet their eyes. Uncertain of what else they wanted, Daphne stilled, sensing they desired something yet unspoken, something perhaps beyond her ability to perform. “What woman in her right mind would not find you comely? Together, you three embody all the myriad colors and textures of the sea..."

  "Especially these stiff coral stands, eh kore?” the black one grinned, palming his huge organ.

  All three laughed at that; the sound of their amusement low, yet somehow frightening even as it thrilled. Still, that throbbing pulse beat between her thighs, driving her mad, driving her to intemperance. Warm dew spilled out to coat her mons and she shifted uncomfortably, woefully ignorant of the significance of her reactions.

  "Do you know who and what we are, kore?"

  Daphne nodded again. “You must be Plador, Polyphemus and Porimus, the sons of Poseidon, Lord of the oceans. You are Gods."

  They laughed again, exchanging significant glances with each other before the blue lord spoke. “You are half-correct, little kore. Our mother is Clerys, the sea witch. She is only a demigod, though our father is full deity. I am Plador, the eldest. I claim the first kiss."

  Not waiting for an answer he probably knew would not be forthcoming; the blue-skinned one took her in his arms, lowered his mouth, and captured her lips. He proceeded to tease the tight-closed seam with his tongue.

  Daphne moaned under him with excited fear. No man had ever set lips to hers. Even her father had only rarely bussed her cheek or forehead, never her lips.

  Now, her lips tingled, swelled, her mouth gave way under the skillful prodding of the God's facile tongue, surrendering to the insistent urge to open herself to him.

  Great heavens, was he licking in her mouth? Yes, he was ... and flicking his tongue against her teeth and along the roof of her mouth, drawing her own tongue out to tangle with his...

  A weighted heaviness grew in her belly, warmth and fire mingling at her core. Her nether lips swelled and ... itched in the most awful way. Something liquid slid down her unsteady thighs.

  "I want my turn!"

  Daphne opened her eyes—when had she closed them?—to see the pale-skinned male attempting to shoulder his brother out of the way. “Tis enough, elder brother ... give way to the better kisser."

  "You wish, Polyphemus,” Plador retorted, turning his body to foil his brother's ploy. Bringing his hands up once more, he gently cupped Daphne's cheeks, smiling down into her flushed face. “One last kiss and then I shall defer to you, my brother.” His mouth covered hers, tongue surging in to renew the rapture he'd begun in her.

  She was half-way to swooning when she felt Polyphemus sweep her against him, his rampant penis pressed hot and hard between their bodies. Dampness from the blunt tip seeped through her thin thola and the flesh of her stomach burned where his flesh touched her.

  Where Plador had coaxed her interaction, Polyphemus demanded it. Hollowing his cheeks to suck her tongue into his mouth, he proceeded to perform decadent actions on it.

  By the Gods, he is the better kisser! What dark pleasure is this he arouses in me? Daphne clung to the corded muscular arms banded about her, holding on for dear life, fearful she would faint under the determined assault threatening to blast her innocence into a thousand glittering pieces.

  A broad palm eased under her threadbare thola, applying firm strokes to her buttocks. Long thick fingers came very close to the secret entry nestled deep between her plump ass cheeks.

  Daphne surfaced from her lust-filled haze enough to recognize Porimus grinning over her shoulder at her like a naughty boy. Her pulse raced and she gasped, shuddering at the wicked pleasure his hand brought, but guilt at enjoying something so depraved had her moving away from his tempting fingers, inadvertently snuggling into Polyphemus’ hard erection.

  It jerked against her, seeming to have a life of its own. A masculine groan sounded above her head and a strong hand grabbed hers, pushed it down, down between their bodies.

  "Touch me kore,” he begged, molding her fingers around the hot thick bar of flesh digging into the soft pit of her belly.

  It was so soft. Iron hardness covered in the softest of skin pulsed in her hand. Daphne held it, unsure what to do until Plador laid his hand over hers and showed her how to stroke his brother's organ. Dropping a kiss into her palm, he took her other hand and pressed it to his own rearing staff.

  "Thank the Gods there's plenty of meat to share, back here,” Porimus growled, giving the full round curve of her bottom a sharp, painful tap. She yelped, terribly embarrassed when he jerked her shift up to run a finger through the wetness between her thighs, dragging it toward the entrance she'd never touched except to clean.

  Firm hands, smooth and black, caught her chin and turned her head sharply toward his. “My turn, I think,” Porimus whispered, pushing his brother's head aside to take over her lips.

  With a muffled groan, Polyphemus forsook her mouth, curving to drop nipping kisses down the side of her face, touching on ear, chin, and neck before heading downward. Without warning, he sucked her left nipple into the cavern of his mouth and drew...

  Daphne screamed into Porimus’ marauding mouth, overcome by the barrage of sensations rolling over her like turbulent ocean waves. His mouth was hard, his kisses urgent, demanding with a dark edge that Polyphemus—
for all his ardor—could not match. He took her as his right, reshaped her mouth to accept his tongue and teeth. Biting, nipping, he ate at her, harsh ... then softly, varying his attack until she reeled in confusion.

  Daphne shattered under all the stimulation—her two hands filled with large cocks, mouth raped by a relentless tongue, breasts suckled and nibbled with ferocious need.

  Working her mouth, Porimus cupped her ass, spreading her cheeks to allow his insistent fingers access to her small puckered hole.

  It was too much. Daphne cried out repeatedly as fingers thick as poles speared into her weeping core, drawing forth a mysterious wetness.

  Swirling her own juices about a hard little bit of flesh she'd never before noticed, Porimus trailed his fingers through the moisture and spread it around the tight mouth of her ass. He partially inserted one finger.

  Going up on her tiptoes, Daphne screamed into his mouth and he swallowed it, as was his due. Heat bathed her nipples while lightning flashed between her thighs, sparked in her blood and surged along her nerves—a tsunami of enormous proportions. The wave broke over her, drowning her in sensations and emotions rarely available to humble mortals. Her fingers convulsed, rhythmically tightening on the cocks enclosed in her spasming hands as she broke free from Porimus’ kiss to throw her neck back, body bowed, nipples diamond hard and aching, to scream her completion to the sky.

  Barely aware of three lusty roars ringing out in chorus along with hers, of three organs spewing out a hot rain of life—two over her hands and the other against her belly, Daphne swooned like the weak mortal she was.

  The Gods bore her up when she slumped to the ground, legs gone limp and useless in the aftermath of the tumultuous carnal surf she'd ridden to a place of indescribable beauty and peace.

  "She is ours for the taking. Are we agreed in this course of action, my brothers?"

  Though she drifted in a soft haze of bliss, she recognized Plador's voice. Never would she forget the three and the pleasure they'd showered upon her. Daphne thought she would always know their beautiful voices, always recognize the brothers, whatever guise they might wear. Too sleepy to put two thoughts together, she wondered blearily, who is theirs? Take whom where ... ?

  "We must speak to Clerys. If she accepts her, all will be well."

  Ah, that is Porimus ... the one who cannot keep his naughty hands from my bottom...

  "Why ask Clerys, first, Porimus? We should go directly to Poseidon. If he agrees, Clerys will have to give way."

  "Yes, Polyphemus, but presently, our father is angry at the people of Croapolis. He is not likely to agree to this..."

  "Then Clerys, it must be, my brothers, for I am determined to taste this luscious morsel to the fullest. For if we have her, it must be with all honor. She is a faithful acolyte of the God, our father and we will not despoil her."

  Plador again, Daphne thought drowsily, yawning and curling onto her side. She hummed, lips curling up a sleepy smile when Polyphemus said, “Look at her. I don't want to leave her like this."

  "I don't wish to leave her at all.” Porimus pouted. “I can't wait to fuck that full beautiful ass."

  Polyphemus spoke up, his voice sharp, “You'll wait till after she's changed or you'll rip her apart, idiot."

  "Take heart, younger brothers. We are eternal. It will not be long before we make her our own in all ways. For now, we leave her, but first..."

  "Daphne, hear us! Lift your head, open your eyes and behold your lords."

  "So sleepy...” With a groan, she ignored the voice and rolled to her other side.

  Her murmur must have amused them, for their attractive laughter landed on her ear, bathed her in rich sensation. Her body trembled. Inside, her womb clenched and she stirred, reawakening to the hunger that had consumed her so completely just moments before. A restless shifting of her thighs did nothing to ease her rising needs. She very much feared only the three brothers could do that for her now.

  "Daphne, heed me!” Plador sounded implacable.

  "Oh, very well!” Daphne sat up and glared sleepily at the three brothers, not even trying to hide her disgruntlement. “What do you want now? Its enough you've tired me out and I still must return to the palace,” she complained.

  "Yes, we have tired you out, little kore.” Three identical smiles tugged up the lips of her Godlings.

  Her heart froze. My Godlings...? When did they become yours, you fool? Oh, Daphne, you haven't gone and fallen in love with these three Gods, have you? How stupid is that?

  "Nevertheless,” Plador was saying when she stopped screaming at herself in her head, “look deep into my eyes and heed my commands."

  Plador and his brothers bowed to her. “We have claimed you as our own, little morsel. Congratulations on making your first partial offering to the Goddess, Aphrodite."

  That startled her. “I am kore, no longer? I did not think..."

  "I said, ‘partial'. You remain kore with all honor. We but tasted the honey. Soon you will understand all. Until then, you must not speak of this afternoon to any one. You are to reveal to no human how the three of us have marked you. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, of course, my Lords.” Daphne slowly nodded, all her joy draining away at his words. Of course, they wouldn't want anyone to know they had stooped to pleasure a lowly mortal girl. So much for thinking such males could be hers ... she was pathetic. Just because three bored demigods favored her with their attentions, she needn't think she was worthy of anything more.

  Daphne cursed her unruly heart. Hadn't she just this morning realized she needed to come to terms with her life as it was now, not yearn for something out of her reach? Plador, Polyphemus and Porimus had given her a gift beyond imagining. She would not pay them back by demanding more than they meant to give her.

  "My lords, your wills shall be done."

  "Trust us, Princess Daphne, all shall be well. And now ... sleep, and for a little while, forget...."

  Determined to be obedient to their command in all things, Daphne lowered her body to the warm rock and sank into a dream-filled sleep.

  She never felt the touches—soft as sea mist—as the three cleansed her body and clothes or the gentle kisses they gave as they made their silent farewells.

  Dear Journal:

  Today, oh, today was wondrous. I cannot even tell you what occurred. I do not exactly recall ... but I had a glorious dream! Even now, there are sparkles in my blood and warm cream coats my private place. I shall never forget the feelings of this afternoon...

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Dear Journal:

  Three days ago, while returning from the umpteenth errand for my cousin Ordana—her last in a long line of failed attempts to appease the angered God, Poseidon—I took the opportunity to pay a visit to Poseidon's temple and chanced to overhear a private meeting between Uncle Menaeos and the royal messenger newly returned from the Oracle at Delphi.

  Their conversation, hushed and secretive, caught my attention because of its strangeness. What need did the King have of secrecy? All his wishes were law.

  Not sure why, I slipped behind the great pillar that supported the temple, hiding myself from their view. A cautious glance around the bulk of the pillar showed me their backs. They were in the small audience chamber that housed the smaller statue of the God, where the high priest met and served the noble class of Poseidon's followers.

  "Well, what did she reveal? Will the God accept our tribute and forgive our trespass?” The King's voice shook with fear. Right then, I knew he would have this man killed, for he would allow no one to see his true cowardice and live.

  The soldier kept his head lowered as he answered, voice filled with compassion. “Lord Menaeos, the Oracle would not accept the tribute. Her words were thus: “Your crimes, O King, are too many. The punishment stands. By edict of the Gods, the daughter of the King is to be food for the Gods. At sunrise on the seventh day, she is to be bound to The Sea Rock—a sacrificial meal for the krakens to devour. If this does not take p
lace, Poseidon will loose the krakens against Croapolis."

  "No! This cannot be! I will not give up my daughter to be eaten for my sins!” Turning to face the shaken soldier, the King snarled, “A smart man can circumvent the Gods.” Eyes narrowed with cunning, his thin lips curling in a smile that chilled my body, he roughly motioned the man out of his way. “I will find a way to slip Ordana through their fingers."

  My uncle turned back toward the doorway and I barely jerked out of sight in time. My heart pounded and I held my breath in terror he would discover my unsanctioned presence, but he stomped angrily past my trembling body hidden by the column's bulk.

  The messenger—a dead man, unknowing—followed close behind him. If the man were wise, he'd recall an urgent need to be elsewhere ... before the King recalled there'd been a witness when he'd defied the Gods. Hubris was a crime the Gods punished with alacrity, and the very fact I'd been present was enough to make me start at shadows, certain I'd soon feel the brush of the Erinyes’ wings. The three sisters—Alecto, Tisiphone, and Magaera—were quick to deal with an insult to their fellow Gods.

  I sank to the pillar's broad base and wrapped my arms tight around my torso, rubbed off the frost of fear, wondering how I could have been so stupid. I thanked the Gods for watching over me and made a silent pledge to lay a token on Hermes'—God of eavesdroppers—alter.

  Daphne sighed as she finished writing. Thoughts racing, she rolled her journal up, hiding it beneath her thin pillow. Her heart ached for her cousin.

  Poor Ordana ... what dread news the messenger had brought!

  Though she was mean-spirited and hateful, not even for her cousin's meanest behavior could Daphne wish Ordana to undergo such a death as the one decreed by the Gods.

  Gods above, just thinking about her chained to The Sea Rock, waiting for the Krakens...

  Daphne shuddered, pushed her knuckles into her mouth to keep back a moan. She rocked back and forth, thinking about her uncle.

  Poor Menaeos ... how his guilt must eat at him, she mused. Wiping away a compassionate tear, she pondered how she would feel, knowing she was the author of her child's death, forced to carry out a gruesome punishment in amends for the sacrilege she had committed.