by Ouran
Ouran and Hermaphroditius
By D J Owen
Pirate Edition Copyright September 2014 D J Owen
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So another month another smut filled novellete! This time I've gone and used the myth of hermaphroditius to create a story that incorporates normal sex, oral sex and eventually two hermaphrodites fucking like crazy! Usual rules
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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of
age or older.
I have used male and female pronouns throughout this book. This was for ease of use and is not meant to disciminate angainst any intersex gender
decisions.
Table of Contents
Ouran and Hermaphroditous Excerpt from Calli and Circe Excerpt from Pentheus and the Maenads Connecting with D J Owen
Ouran and Hermaphroditous
“Mother of holies” Ouran groaned as he erupted into the mouth of the woman pleasuring him “Where did you learn that”. As his chest heaved and sweat cooled on his flesh he thanked sacred Aphrodite once more for his luck at finding this woman. She wiped her mouth and smiled up at him from between his legs as his rapidly deflating cock leant ever slower against his thigh. “Was my price not worth it o greatest of merchants?” she said her voice a whisper in the darkness of the room “Did I not say I was the greatest treasure of Athens?”
Ouran nodded, “Oh you are definitely worth the price my sweet. I wonder who taught you such skills though. Surely they would be the greatest of lovers?” The woman raised an eyebrow but remained silent. Not used to not having his way Ouran’s temper rose as her silence extended. “What would it cost to loosen your tongue woman?” His voice rose from the soft tones of love play to a more demanding level. “I have paid for you for the night, now tell me what I want to know before my anger becomes too great to stop”. The woman bowed, her forehead to the mat in the room “forgive me master but I have taken vows never to disclose who taught me these skills”.
Ouran found his lust for the exotic woman on her knees in front of him shattered and he threw on his clothes in disgust. “I will find this person” he said “and I will have them”. At twenty five Ouran was said to be blessed by the gods as lucky as he was with trade. His success had made him rich beyond his dreams and there was nothing he liked more than a willing man or woman in his bed. However as he travelled and tasted such delights that each city had to offer he became more and more used to the best until only the very greatest of lovers would be allowed into his bed.
He was good looking enough to get attention and charming enough when needed to get nearly anyone he wanted. years of riding in the saddle with his trade caravans had toughened him until his muscles stood out proudly, but not yet so proudly as to cause trouble to come upon him and at a shade under six feet he knew how to take care of himself and so he wandered the brothels of cities looking for the best. He had been told his dark eyes and shaved head made him look dangerous and he knew the ladies loved that brand of fake danger he could bring. Man or woman, wife, mistress or whore it mattered not. All that mattered was how much pleasure he could sample.
Striding out of the chamber of the brothel he made his way downstairs and out. It was a dark and moonless night and yet he felt no fear. The greatest quest of his life was about to start and the gods had been kind so far. There was no reason to suspect that they would change their minds now. Confidently he walked the streets, his mind only on one thing. If anyone could help with my quest of lust he thought, it will be Aphrodite. Stopping a late traveller who was somewhat inebriated he eventually got directions to Aphrodite’s temple and Ouran made his way there.
Staring up at Aphrodite’s temple Ouran was speechless. He had seen temples in other cities and had even made sacrifices at small shrines out in the villages but he had never seen a temple as magnificent at this one. Grand marble statues stood proudly in relief to granite pillars that held up an archway that only the goddess herself could have put up. Ladies
dressed in the robes of priesthood but with the breasts bare to the world lounged on the temple steps, even at this late hour and seeing him staring they beckoned him over with alluring words and crooked fingers.
“What do you need with the goddess of love” said one, her voice a sultry whisper whilst another older priestess with breasts sagging screeched “Do you want a tumble my dear”. This set off the priestesses who all offered themselves to him in various ways, some of which even Ouran hadn’t heard of. However he was about his quest and holding up one hand for silence he spoke. “Good priestesses, lovers of men and woman all, I am about a quest and would have the help of the mother of lust herself. If it wasn’t for this fact and this fact alone I would be only too happy to service you all, one after another, for the rest of my life until I died in pleasure and met the goddess herself where you can be sure I would tell her of the bounty of her priestesses”.
The priestess’s arm’s raised as one, all pointing at him with fingers extended. “Then come” they said in unison, their voices echoing with something more than normality, “come into my temple and pledge yourself”. Parting like a tidal wave they created a channel for him to walk through and enter the temple. His heart beating for this was unlike any other invitation he had received he nonetheless took his courage in his hands and walked into the temple.
Inside was dark and there was a peculiar smell of something fresh and salty. As he looked round his eyes attempting to get used to the dark a light grew in the night. Ouran felt small, smaller than he had ever been in his life and falling to his knees she saw the light grow into the shape of a woman, the most desirable woman he had ever seen. He fell forward, his face on the floor as he cowered in front of the goddess of love. “You have come for my help merchant” she said, her voice reverberating around the temple and causing an instant friction as his member became hard once more and rubbed against his trousers. “You please me with your sacrifices and your pursuit of lust merchant. What would you ask of me?”
“Goddess” he started to speak but his voice wavered and heat radiated of his body as images of lustful congress with the goddess in front of him swamped his thoughts. Swallowing he took a deep breath and continued, “I seek the teacher of the woman of the brothel house I was with tonight. She was the best lover I have ever had but even she was taught be someone and that person must be truly magnificent.” The goddess laughed and it reminded Ouran of a woman who would laugh whilst her mouth was full of him, a deep throated and muffled laugh that made Ouran’s head ache.
There is an abandoned temple on a hill in Cyprus. Find a woman who pleases you and take you both to that temple. There you will find what you seek, but I warn you merchant. It will not be what you expect”. With that the goddess disappeared and Ouran found he could get up. Calling out “thank you goddess” he near ran from the temple and back into the streets of Athens.
Many moons passed as Ouran first sacrificed to the mother of lust in thanks and then paid for a huge statuette of her to be erected in gratitude. Then he travelled around the brothels of many a city searching for the one who he would take with him on his journey. From the flesh houses of Alexandria to the brothels of Egypt, from Halicarnassus to Troy he travelled everywhere and yet nowhere did he find a lady that pleased him. Finally a year after he started his great quest he sat down and said “surely I am enough to please whoever
waits for me. Wit
h what is waiting for me in Cyprus I can find nothing that slakes my thirst, no one that pleases me. Therefore I shall go to Aphrodite’s temple in Cyprus and see what is what. Maybe then I can find someone who can please me!”
And once said out loud he found it made perfect sense. Once more he travelled with his caravan of silks and spices that had made him so rich. Once more he crossed the land with but one thought on his mind and eventually he found himself standing outside the temple of Aphrodite in Cyprus. It was exactly as she had said, run down and abandoned on a hill. There was no settlement nearby; neither was there priestesses waiting outside to show him their charms or people cued up to offer sacrifice to the goddess of lust. All was silent on that hill, no bird crowed nor wind whispered and Ouran felt apprehensive. Still he had spent this year on this quest and he would not be denied and so bringing all his considerable charms to the fore he walked up the steps to the temple and entered.
It was dark inside. Although there were windows which allowed the sun to shine through to the sanctuary in places dark shadows ruled the place. No candles or lanterns stood in the shadows where sunlight failed to pierce. No priests scurried to greet him on the off chance that he would require a sacrifice and no offerings stood on the many stone plinths that ran down the sides of the temple room. Dust whirled on the floor as he trod carefully into the darkness his senses heightened and aware of everything around him. “Greetings” he called into the darkness.
He heard a small noise coming from one of the rooms off to one side. Striding through the room purposefully Ouran went through an archway and met, to his surprise, a priestess hurriedly putting on a robe. A flash of calf and bare arms were all he managed before she was facing him. There was a cot in the corner with a small lamp to produce light but very little else. The priestess had obviously been asleep for as Ouran studied her he saw small flecks of sleep in the corners of her eyes.
“Your pardon” she said with a voice like silk whispering at night “I thought I was alone. No one comes to this temple anymore”. Ouran was entranced, here was the beauty surely that he was supposed to meet. Her hair was like burnished gold and her breasts full and bouncy. Slender hips promised a ride he would never forget and her voice promised everything. Bowing low Ouran replied “I am sorry for startling you priestess. I was sent here by Aphrodite herself and expected to find the temple abandoned. In fact it seemed as if everyone had abandoned it”.
The priestess raised an eyebrow and it gave the rest of her face a devilish look that set his blood racing. “So you are here on Aphrodite’s bidding? What then are you supposed to do here?” her question startled him as his head swam with thoughts of what he would like to do to this delicious creature and he swallowed aware that he was perspiring. “It is a long story priestess but I am here to find the perfect lover for myself”. The priestess laughed and it sent shivers down his spine, “Well then you are in the right place. The person you seek is Aphrodite’s child. Tell me are you good enough for her?” Ouran surprised by the question nodded and she continued, “Mayhap I had better make sure you are telling the truth” .
The priestess walked towards him slowly and Ouran had the fleeting thought he was being hunted before she was on him. Her arms slipped around him and stroked his back whilst her lips played with his neck and jaw line. He just managed to stammer “I don’t even know what to call you” before she hungrily moved her lips to his. They met and fought for
dominance, a game which Ouran usually won but this time he lost and her tongue snuck into his mouth to stroke his. She broke and said in a sweet voice “I am called Hermaphroditous but you may call me hermia” before she struck again.
He gave in to her and brought his own hands up to cradle her head as they kissed. Her hair flowed through his fingers like a river of sunlight and as he played with it he felt his cock get large and full.
He felt her hands move as they travelled over his body. From his back she stroked his sides and brought her hands up to play with his muscled chest. Then without warning or invitation her hand dove into his trousers and grasping his hot flesh started to move her hand up and down. He groaned into her mouth and started to slip her robe down her body. Gasping she stopped and moved away “No. You cannot disrobe me. I am under oath to the goddess but I will pleasure you if you will”.
Understanding but not quite believing Ouran nodded and Hermia flew into his arms before once again delving into his trousers and stroking his throbbing manhood. With one hand on his chest she pushed him back towards the cot in the corner and he went willingly. He got to the edge and she released his cock before pushing him backwards to sit down on the edge. Then licking her fingers hungrily she hooked her fingers into his trousers and pulled. For a moment they struggled and then his hard manhood was standing tall and proud in the air, head bobbing around in time with his pulse.
Hermia looked hungrily at it and pushed him down more so that he was lying down fully. Throwing herself on top of him she pressed her lips once more to his, her tongue snaking out and broking no interference exploring his mouth. Ouran felt her hand once more on his member and he felt his cock ache as she stroked it gently, her hand moving up and down the shaft easily. Then she changed her technique, grasping the head of his cock with her fingertips she moved them slowly stimulating the nerves just enough to make him groan. Pulling away from her mouth he pulled at his shirt pulling it off and throwing it away until he was naked, a willing plaything of this strange priestess.
She let go of him then and instead applied her mouth to his chest. Slipping her tongue out as she kissed him she ran it down between his muscles and then up his rib cage producing sighs at the feelings it produced in him. Her nails scratched his thighs lightly as she worked and with each passing second Ouran felt like he was going to explode if his cock wasn’t touched again. He moved his hand to touch it himself but she gently but firmly took his hand and placed it on the cot away from his member. With each stroke of her tongue she moved slowly lower and lower and the anticipation was killing him.
Finally, when she had tasted him fully, her chin bumped against his member as her mouth placed small kisses down into his pubic hair. Reaching for his manhood he nearly fainted when she took hold of him again. Holding his shaft firmly she placed his cock against her cheek and rubbed him over face. inhaling his scent as he passed she marked herself with him before placing a chaste kiss on the tip of his member and then pushing it forward so she could move her head down to tongue his swollen testicles.
Her hand on his still firm cock massaged his shaft to make sure he stayed hard while her tongue swirled around his swollen globes. He could only see the top of her head and reaching out he placed a hand on top, fingers playing in her hair. He had no idea what would be next but with the sensation she was producing he didn’t care. Surely she was the one he
was sent to find? Then his mind was on other things as her tongue went lower still and Ouran felt her wetly probing his asshole. His cock jumped as she slowly tongued him and he heard a giggle that sent shivers down his spine. She moistened his hole before quickly coming up for air and not letting him have any warning placed the tip of his cock in her mouth. The unexpected warmth and the feeling of her tongue on his glands made him gasp and his hand on her head tightened.
Ouran watched in fascination as the head of his hard cock was devoured by Hermia. She looked him in the eye and didn’t waiver that gaze as her head bobbed slowly up and down. Her lips stroked the head of his manhood before swallowing the rest of him. He felt his shaft disappear into that warm cavern and it made him shudder. Her lips met his pubic hair and nestled there for a moment before withdrawing and letting him see his saliva covered shaft. She stopped at his head, never letting that part of him leave her mouth before repeating the action, slowly and surely, driving him wild.
On her knees between his legs her mouth continued to plague and torment him. All he could do is stare at her as worked at him, her vow not allowing him to either caress her bare skin or tongue her
body in the way he wished. The frustration at not being allowed to touch her kept him from exploding at the pleasure she was giving and she knew it. He could tell from the way her eyes bored into his that his pleasure was going to take as long as she wanted.
Hermia felt his frustration and his pleasure as she bobbed. His hand on her head tightened occasionally as if he was going to push her further and yet stopped at the last moment, some inner good sense telling him to stop. However it had been too long since she had felt human companionship and now she wanted to taste him properly. Ouran watched as her mouth became more urgent, her tongue caressing his shaft and head while it was still in her mouth. He groaned and knew he wouldn’t last too much longer.
As if sensing his nearness Hermia took him all the way into her mouth. Her lips met the skin at the base of his cock and she smelled his musk from his wiry hair. She kept him there not letting him go and used her tongue to play with him. Ouran watched in disbelief as she kept him there, her tongue moving up and down his shaft. Her hand disappeared and then he felt something probing at his ass before it slid in slowly. He was no stranger to this having had some male lovers on his quest for pleasure but from this strange creature whilst she had him in his entirety in her mouth it was too much. He shook and then exploded with such force he thought he might faint.
As he started to explode the priestess withdrew his cock letting it jet its stream all over her face. She rubbed him over her face while he spurted his thick white cream over her like a benediction. When she had covered her face with him she took him back into her mouth sucking at the last drops of him and swallowing them eagerly. He gasped as he felt her lips form a ring around him and then gasped in disappointment when she let him go, his cock rapidly deflating.
She got up from her knees still licking her lips at the taste of his thick cream when Ouran noticed something. She had a bulge where there shouldn’t be one. Staring at her he pointed “what is that?” he asked stammering. Hermia looked down and gasped “I’m sorry” turned and dashed out of the room before Ouran could understand. “Wait” he finally gasped but by