D J Owen - [Erotic Greeks 08]

by Ouran

  then it was too late. Swearing he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on before running out of the side room into the sanctuary of the main temple.

  “What are you” he shouted in confusion. There was a moment’s pause and then from the darkness she replied, “Please go. You are no longer welcome in this temple”. Ouran could not figure out where her voice came from and looking around he couldn’t spot where she could possibly be. Turning his back he walked out of the temple and into the sunlight. Ouran however had no intention of leaving. Instead he returned to his caravan and told them to make haste for the nearest settlement.

  Once there he spent a day and a night freely spreading coin around the taverns and flesh houses of the town trying to find information about the temple until finally he found himself in the company of an elderly woman, sick from a wasting disease and on her last legs. “Old woman” he said “can you tell me about the temple to Aphrodite outside this town? No priest is there to make sacrifice and no supplicant appears to ask for aid but one priestess stays and she is unusual. Surely someone must know her story or the story of the temple?”

  “My lord” the old woman started “that is a cursed place. A long time ago a baby was born with both male and female bits. The people of this town gave it up to the temple of Aphrodite believing it to be a divine child and it was raised and taught in that temple. Over the years people went there and sacrificed but the child grew up to become an adult and then grew no longer. An adult that doesn’t grow old is cursed my lord and people began to mutter and talk. Finally no one went there anymore”.

  “But that is terrible“Ouran said “to live your life without company, to not know the stroke of a hand or the tales spread around the fire at night”. He got up and as he left the old woman coughed “my lord, treat her kindly”. Spinning round he saw the pallet where the old woman had been sleeping was empty. Tinkling laughter spread on the wind and he knew what he had to do for surely this was Aphrodite herself. Resolving to bring the temple back into use he made plans and spent a restless night giving orders to his men.

  The next day he walked back to the temple with horses laden with goods. Once there he told his men to unload the goods from his horses and to lay them on the ground in front of the temple. Once done he gave them coin and bid them go and enjoy themselves and to only come back on the morrow. When that was done he entered the temple and called out “Hermia. I have brought goods for you and for this temple. It has been desolate for too long and it deserves to be part of civilisation again”. So said he turned and started to bring the goods into the temple.

  For the better part of the day he laboured bringing boxes and barrels, bales of silks and packages of food into the temple. He felt like he was being watched and occasionally he called out “Hermia, please come out. I am not angry, I only wish to be your companion” before continuing with his work. The darkness was chased away by light for he had brought candles and lamps with oil. The doorways were covered with silks and gaudy coloured material to act as doors as he had seen in some other temples and on the main alter Ouran placed a golden seashell, a product of a gifted artificer he had found in town.

  On the plinths he placed small statues of Aphrodite in her many guises, the best he could find at short notice and when he had finished it was night time and he finally allowed himself something to eat. Pulling food from a pack along with a bottle of wine he sat in the middle of

  the now brightly lit temple and called out once more “Hermia. I wish to share my food with you. Please, I have done what I could for the temple. Now let me do what I can for you”.

  Silence greeted this outburst and sighing Ouran sat down on a quilt and started unpacking food. He started to eat slowly letting the aroma of the food items spread around the temple. He heard rustling and not looking up he saw two sandaled feet appear in front of him. Then Hermia sat down, cross legged and with a confused and vulnerable look on her face. Without a word Ouran simply poured some wine and passed the goblet to her, then with a swing of his arm he indicated she should eat.

  It was obviously some time since Hermia had eaten proper food. In fact Ouran was not sure what she had been surviving on. Hermia eat eagerly and noisily as foodstuff after foodstuff passed her lips. After a while Ouran finished eating and simply watched and when Hermia caught him staring he smiled and made sure she knew he didn’t mind. Sometime later she had finished eating and Ouran was down by some considerable amount of food when she looked at him and asked the question “Why?”

  “I was searching for my perfect lover. I asked Aphrodite and she sent me here and I admit I was surprised at what happened the last time we met. So I went away and searched and came to know how you came here and I came to learn how lonely you must be. My heart when I heard of this hurt for you and I realised after our last encounter I was sent here to find you. So I came back determined to show you what perfection you really are”.

  “You know nothing” Hermia cried, “I am cursed. I cannot die or grow old. I cannot be with one sex or the other without feeling frustrated. Go and find someone you can really love and be with”. Ouran shook his head. “No. My heart is yours. Allow me to show you tonight and tomorrow I will leave and spend a month searching for the perfect woman to share our bed and together we will show you, you are perfect”.

  Hermia’s eyes were downcast and Ouran moved over to her side, placing an arm around her gently. She stiffened and then as if something was breaking inside of her she melted into his arm. He hugged her to him and placing one finger on her chin he raised her mouth up and kissed her. It was gentle and chaste and yet it awoke in her something, something that had been held dormant for too long. She turned her head into the kiss and pushed herself into him, her tongue invaded his mouth wildly and Ouran surprised gave a surprised yelp and fell over backwards.

  Hermia followed him eagerly and she ended up lying on top of him by the placed out food. Her long blond hair fell over him and all he could see was her face as she pulled away and stared at him. She began to pant and he felt something nudge at his stomach. She stiffened and went to turn away but hey sent his arms around her and held her close. “It’s ok” he whispered before he raised his head and sought out her lips once more. Hermia went still, her emotions warring with her before her need to be pleasured won and she surrendered herself to the man holding her close as his mouth placed small kisses around the corners of her lips.

  They lay there kissing as Ouran ran his hands up and down her back before settling on her buttocks squeezing them gently through the priests robe she wore. “May I touch you now” he whispered into her ear and once more she went still as if struggling with some sort of internal war before nodding and moving to her knees, pulling the robe over her head in one easy movement. Ouran looked at the glorious naked creature straddling him, taking in her

  full breasts, her slim waist and there at the junction of her thighs rising from a tangle of blond downy hair, her cock straining in the air. He placed a hand on her waist and sliding it round slowly he placed it on her member and started to massage it, all the while looking into her eyes. “I accept you fully” he whispered.

  “There’s more” she whispered and lifting herself slightly she ran her own hand down and Ouran saw one finger slip into the wet slit with a slick sound. “This is what I am” she continued. “How can anyone truly accept that?” Ouran’s hand squeezed her cock hard and she gave an uncomfortable groan. “I accept you fully and if I have to show you that then I will”. Pulling he tugged her cock towards his head as he lay there and she had no choice but to move with it. She shuffled up his body and as she got towards his head Ouran placed a hand on her back and pulled her towards him roughly. Hermia fell forward ending up on all fours, her face staring at the floor.

  Then a feeling of wetness as something wet slicked over her cock. She gave a gasp of surprise before feeling a ring of heat cover the tip of her member before it moved to swallow more of her. She kept on all fours for a moment as pleasure ran through he
r in time with the mouth movements of Ouran as he sucked her hard warm member in to his mouth. She felt a hand placed around the base of her and his other move around to her bare fleshy ass that was sticking up in the air. Stroking her ass he pulled her firmly deeper into his mouth so that his hand met his lips then he let her go again. He did this a couple of times before letting go and Hermia continued the action, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her member as she fucked his mouth.

  Ouran ran his hand over her ass feeling the dimpled flesh that lay there. Sliding his hand down her flank he felt heat and then moistness and as his fingers explored her he heard her breath quicken and her hips began to move faster. Gently he slid one finger into her moist cunt and he felt her push back on to his hand before moving her hips forward again to fuck his mouth. Smiling to himself he added a second finger to the first and feeling the walls of her cunt clamp down on him he held his hand steady, allowing her to either impale herself on him or impale him on her.

  Her hips moved faster and saliva leaked from the corner of his mouth. His hand felt her push harder against it, almost as if she was desperately trying to swallow his hand whole before she moved away again. Her cock hammered into his mouth again and again and he heard her breath quicken into urgent sobs. Her cock quivered desperately inside his mouth and he quickly pulled away until just her head was covered by his lips before feeling spurt after spurt of salty liquid enter his mouth. He swallowed quickly trying to keep up with the flow.

  After a few seconds it was over and he pulled her away from his mouth. She collapsed to his side, sweat marking her forehead as much as his. He leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips before whispering “see I accept you. Now accept my love”. The kiss was returned with need and desire as her hands tore at his clothes trying desperately to pull them off. There was a ripping sound and his tunic came off, ripped in her urgency. Hands scrabbled at his trousers and they too were pulled off without thought for gentleness, just the need for him to be naked and pressed against her.

  Now naked he took control and pushed Hermia onto her back. Rolling between her thighs he took his rapidly hardening cock in hand and without warning sought out her moist opening. She scrabbled at his buttocks trying to pull him into her and then with one thrust he was inside. He slid into her easily and deeply until their hair meshed. She just held him closer and whimpered as he thrust over and over again, his balls slapping against her fleshy ass as her wetness enveloped him in a damp silken embrace.

  Hermia’s legs surrounded him gripping him tight as he fucked her, her cock slowly becoming stiffer but trapped between them. She grunted with each thrust, each slap of flesh and Ouran felt himself begin to approach his point. As if she knew what was about to happen she let go of him and placing a hand to his chest she said, “Stop”. Disbelief flashed through his mind and he wondered what he could have done to anger her. The confusion showed on his face and she laughed, his cock suddenly squeezed by muscles caused him to groan. “I simply want to change positions” her voice had somehow become huskier and it sent bolts of promise though him.

  He pulled out, his cock wet with her moisture glistened as it pointed and she got up. Turning she got on all fours and presented her buttocks to him. The crevasse between them promised much but for now he wanted the moist place that was lower still. Leaping to join her he took hold of his cock and slowly moistened the tip by rubbing it up and down her cunt teasing her and sending her wild. She wriggled her ass wantonly and he could wait no longer. Placing his cock against her he pushed once again finding himself enveloped in hot wet muscle and flesh.

  On her knees and no longer passive she pushed back as hard as he thrust into her. Their flesh met with a meaty slap. Ouran placed his hands on her buttocks and pulled them slowly apart revelling in the sight of her asshole as it flexed in time with his thrusts and rubbed it with a thumb. Hermia’s breath caught in her throat but she did not pull away. Moistening his thumb with his mouth he played with her asshole as he thrust, his excitement raising with each passing moment. His thrusts became harder and she breathed out “yes”. Lightning shot through his spine and he arched his back desperately trying to get even deeper inside her as his orgasm overtook him and he his seed poured into her like a flood.

  They stayed locked whilst his cock flexed and trembled as it jetted arc after arc of his semen into her. Eventually he was still and she moved forward letting his softening cock fall out of her with a possessive murmur before turning around and taking it in her mouth sucking the last of him out of it. His seed dripped down onto the floor from between her wet thighs and as she sucked he gasped at the pleasure of it. Finally he pulled her up and kissed her before they both fell to the floor eager for rest.

  Hermia turned into him, nestling in the crook of his arm, one hand thrown over his chest. She could still taste him on her lips but she knew she needed more. There was a part of her that still cried out for release and she knew now if pressed Ouran would give her that release. But he was masculine, all muscle and hard flesh and she needed something softer something wetter. She propped herself up on one arm and kissing him she softly said, “You are more than man enough for me, but there is a part of my soul that needs something more, something female. Can you understand that?”

  Ouran stared at the roof of the temple, now visible in the light of the many lamps and torches he had brought. “I know. Aphrodite warned me when she first sent me here and in

  my pride I ignored her”. Turning he faced Hermia and stared at her before grabbing her hand and kissing her wrist. “If however you are content to wait, I will leave this place and find someone that can give you the release your other side needs”.

  Resting once more on her back, her proud breasts jutting towards the ceiling and her slumbering cock resting lightly in her thatch of blond hair she murmured “I can wait. I can wait as long as needed” before her eyelids dropped and she fell into the sought of slumber only sex can bring. Ouran however stayed awake. He was willing to share Hermia with another. He loved her enough to want her to be happy and he knew he could never do that totally but where he asked could he find someone else to join them? If she was not accepted by the village that bore her who else could? The question troubled him for a long while until he finally fell into a fitful sleep.

  With the morning came Ourans men looking for their master as per his instructions. When they came he said goodbye to Hermia and mounting his horse turned towards the nearest city. Once there he gave his most trusted advisor the reigns of his trading business, trusting him to keep it afloat and making money for him with the proviso that supplies were to be dropped off at the temple every month. Then he waved good bye to his men and went on his way, to find the one woman who could join him and Hermia and bring them both perfect pleasurable happiness and more importantly for Ouran, some piece from his quest.

  In the first month of his travels he went to the shore line and travelled the sea ports and coastal towns, the villages and small hamlets. There he found welcome, for who does not welcome a rich man? And many offers of sex with willing farm girls and fisher woman. Whenever he thought of himself sleeping with them though all he saw was Hermias face and so he declined. This brought resentment amongst many and more than once he was accused of liking men by those he spurned at which he laughed and said “who cares who you love as long as you love”

  The second month he travelled inland and went to the cities that boasted of their cultural and knowledgeable exploits. There he listened to many wise men and came to no conclusion. He listened to poetry and plays prepared by the greatest orators of the day and at night visited brothel after brothel. Woman after woman lined up for his inspection but still all he could see was Hermias face and he spurned them all for which he earned shrugs for those who are paid for love rarely care about their partners.

  On his third month he travelled to the islands surrounding his homeland and visited the many and strange places thereon. He saw bull dancers, nubile woman who jumped charging bulls for the a
udience. He saw fire eaters and jugglers, stilt walkers and entertainers of all sorts. Exotic woman plied him with drink and offered to dance for him but still all he saw was her face. Disappointment followed Ouran on his travels and every woman he saw only compounded that misery.

  And so on his forth month, love sick and desperate he once again visited Aphrodite’s temple in Athens. Entering the main chamber he walked up to the main altar and there he fell upon her mercy and refused to move until she appeared. The priests tried to throw him out but he fought back and near chased them out of their own temple. The temple priestesses offered to sooth his mind with their own charms but he refused. Food and drink were brought to him but these too he refused. “I will not eat or drink until I know how I can fulfil my love” he exclaimed and said not one word more.

  There he sat for three days and three nights his life departing him with each passing hour. Then on the dawn of the forth day he knew he was near to death. Still his only thought was for Hermia and how he had failed her. His strength left him then and he lay as if in a feint. His eyelids flickered and there in front of him was the most beautiful goddess. “Aphrodite” he croaked, “There is no one who is good enough for your child. I cannot be everything she needs and I cannot find a woman to join us for every time I see a woman I see only her. Tell me how can I make your child whole?”

  I told you trader, to find a woman before you went and met her and you ignored me. Now Trader, tell me true. Would you make my child whole? Would you spend your life with her? What would you give to do that?” Ouran answered instantly in a croaking whisper. “I would give my life for her” he whispered. Aphrodite stared down at him and then smiled, “So be it” she said and bent, placing a finger upon his chest and then running it down to his genitals.