by L. E Joyce
In the courtyard of his father’s palace, Eric found Miss Pennywinkle. She greeted him like the son returned; yet kissed him like a long lost lover. She looked exactly the same, crystal blue eyes, jet-black hair, and curves that didn’t stop. As good as it was to see her again, something felt different. When he broke their kiss first, she looked at him quizzically.
“What is it, my love?” she asked. Her hands found their usual spot, between his legs, and stroked him with determination.
He merely smiled and planted a loving kiss to her forehead. “Another time, perhaps?” he said to her, but he knew it was a lie. As long as Emma walked the earth, there would be no other woman in his bed.
Inside the palace, moans and screams of passion filled the halls–just as he had expected. He found his father sitting on his throne of marble and bones, suckling on a servant girl’s breast as she poured him more wine.
“Father,” he said, as he bent to one knee and bowed his head. “I have come as instructed.”
“Ah, my boy!” Eros’ said joyfully. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Eric rose and met his father’s embrace. Eros was the same, as Eric had expected, for Gods never change.
“Come, my son,” Eros said. “We have much to discuss.”
Eric had never seen his father this jovial. He was so unlike the stern, worried man who had lived on earth.
Eros guided Eric into the sanctuary beyond the throne room, a place he had never ventured before. It was empty, which meant it was the only rooms of Eros’ palace not inhabited by gyrating bodies in the throes of pleasure. It pleased Eric to not be delivered to the orgy upon his arrival. There was much he needed to tell his father about Emma.
Eros sat in a golden high back chair and motioned for Eric to sit down next to him. “Does the girl please you, my son?”
The question rattled him. Of course, his father knew about her, he was a God, but asking how his son felt about a mortal was a first for Eros.
“She pleases me greatly, father.”
Eros’ face lit up. He clapped his hands together with great excitement. “This is very good news indeed. She was chosen carefully, of course, and I think she’ll make a fine wife and mother to your children, my son.”
Eric’s head buzzed. Chosen? What did his father mean– Ms. Emma Jones chosen for him?
Sensing a change in the mood, Eros prodded. “Oh, come now, could you not feel me tinkering with you? Making her immune to your Gods-power was not easy, my boy. She’s a tough little ninny that one.”
“You stunted my powers, father? Is that why I couldn’t control her?”
“Yes, of course. It had to be pure, no lust-desire, or whatever name Miss P gave your half-God powers. No son of mine shall take a marionette for a wife.”
There were those words again–no son of mine. After such a long time without them, hearing them again sickened him.
“She doesn’t love me,” Eric murmured.
“Of course she loves you, my son. She’ll never love another as long as she lives.”
Confusion bubbled inside of him. Eric rose from his seat. “You played me. Why?”
“Because it is your birthright. When a God becomes a certain age, he must find a mortal wife to bear him children. It is what keeps the faith of the Gods alive on earth. I did it, and so did my father before me, so did your Uncles. It is the way things are done, son.”
Eric began to pace the stone floor of the sanctuary, his confusion now boiling into rage. “You left me on earth to fend for myself over a hundred years ago, Father. Why could you not you leave me alone to find my own wife as well?”
Eros’ face grew dim. “Because my son, you were wasting your powers.” With firm conviction, Eros rose to look at Eric in the eyes. “You needed to marry. The way you were living – you’d never find a suitable bride in time.”
“In time? I’m a half-God, nearly immortal.”
“Nearly, my son,” Eros said.
The grave look on his face told Eric there was more at play here, more that Eros was saying, but wasn’t that always so?
“I will not marry her, father. She’s another one of your interventions, like Miss Pennywinkle, and nothing more.”
Fury washed over Eros’ face. “You will marry this girl,” he said, his face reddening with anger. “She has been chosen for you. It is your duty. As it was my duty to marry your mother.”
Eric stared at Eros, his pulse racing. “Do not speak to me of duty, Father. For a hundred and fifty years, I have made the sexual desires and fantasies of all who pray to you come true. I have kept the belief in you alive. I have done my duty.”
Eros’ face twisted, his patience with his son waning. He sighed as if expelling a heavy burden from his soul. “My son, as a half-God, if you do not procreate by the mortal age of twenty–eight, you shall perish from the Earth forever.”
“What?” Eric felt his stomach sink.
“I’m sorry, my son,” Eros said grimly. “It is the way it has always been.”
Eric was once again a pawn in the games of the Gods. His father spoke of deadlines but the effect was a deceptive breach in everything he knew to be true. He wanted no part in this ruse of betraying time and fate. “I beg you Father, may I take my leave?”
Eros hesitated. “Of course, my son. We have talked plenty for today. Stay. Enjoy the feasts and the orgies in your honor. Rest now for tonight we fornicate like the Erotes lustful animals that we are.”
Eric did not speak another word. With a short bow of respect to his father, he slipped from the sanctuary and made haste to the Pleasure Festival. How stupid he was. How utterly naïve to think he could ever escape the family business. Meeting Emma and feeling that pure connection with her was a scheme orchestrated by his father. Yet again, Eric was playing the dupe, but not for much longer.
As he entered the festival, he had one thing on his mind–to fuck every Wood Nymph, Sprite, Fairy, Goddess, and half-God who crossed his path and never think of Ms. Emma Jones and her gorgeous little body again.
Because he could.
End of Part I
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About the Author
L.E. Joyce is the real deal. At age six, she became the youngest student to get kicked out of her prestigious private school in New England for writing dirty stories in her little blue spelling book. Not only did she use each of the words assigned that week and spell them correctly, she also managed to give three of her teachers starring roles in several of her tales. As a result, she kept her stories a dirty secret until after graduate school where she earned an MFA in Creative Writing, and the right to write about whatever the hell she wants. Today, she divides her time (although somewhat unequally depending on the day) between her family, her writing, and her secret life as a dominatrix.
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Eric Carlisle, Sex God
About the Author
Other Works by L.E. Joyce
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