by Helena
Helena and Aphrodite
By D J Owen
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Helena & Aphrodite
A soft spring rain pattered down around Helena as she walked the lightly overgrown trail to Aphrodite’s temple. Situated high on a cliff overlooking the ocean the temple had rarely been visited by those from her village as love had little to do with day to day survival. Ares the god of war was more appropriate for these times, or Neptune the god of the sea for the fishermen who caught the food the village depended on, not the goddess of love whose soft sighs and lingering strokes were more appropriate for city folk. Still something urged her on and told her in the darkness of her misery that this was the way to go. This could be the solution to her problems.
Gulls whirled in the air, their distinctive cries disturbed Helena in a way she could not quite vocalise. It was almost as if they were mocking her decision, a decision that had taken the past two weeks to come to and one she was determined not to regret. Betrothed to a man she had no desire to be with she had begged her father to reconsider but that had come to nothing. Even as her tear streaked face looked into his, willing some sign that he understood she could see that he would never change his mind. As far as he was concerned he had made her a good match and eventually she would come to see that. Her only options then were to give in, run away and run the risk of becoming some man’s unwilling plaything or to beg to join one of the local temples as an initiate, becoming wed to the gods, not to a man.
She knew that walking the track from the village should be a walk of contemplation, of meditation but Helena’s mind would not settle. She knew that her father would probably never forgive her and it would be a long time before she saw her mother again, loath as she was to go against her husband. Her only contact with her family would be her sisters and brothers who would at least come to see her at the temple if her request was accepted. If she wasn’t successful then the chances were she would never see any of them again, for running was the only thing she had left and there was little doubt in her mind that course would lead to her death.
A gust of wind brought the smell of the sea to her nose, a smell she had always loved and she moved her long chestnut brown hair over her ear in one unconscious gesture, almost as if that would bring the sea scent closer to her. Then another smell pushed the sea out of her mind, the scent of apples, almost a whisper of freshness that tickled her nose and brought her up short. She looked around hungrily for she had left before breaking her fast but could see no trees. Disappointed she started walking again. Although it was a warm day she was determined to get to the temple before she got to wet from the rain.
At eighteen she was older than most of the girls in her village when they had got married. She knew that they gossiped about her, thinking that something must be terribly wrong with her, that she was difficult and prickly, argumentative and prone to question. That she found their talk boring and unimaginative so rarely joined in certainly didn’t help. Neither did the fact that she would much rather spend her time swimming in the sea rather than mooning over the village men. Still she knew one day her mind, heart and body would belong to someone and she looked forward to that journey of discovery eagerly. However on that evil night, one month ago when
her father had broken the news she was to be wed her only thought was of revulsion. The thought of some strange man touching her made her skin crawl and in the darkness of the night she did wonder if there was something wrong with her.
The temple came into view; a grand sight to her eyes for it was the only stone building in or around the village. It was certainly the only one she had ever seen. A simple one story affair that seemed to sprawl along the cliff top, it appeared to her eyes almost as if the building was asleep and waiting for a long lost lover to wake it up with a touch, as if some great cosmic kiss would bring it to life. As she got closer she saw that torches blazed outside the entrance to the temple, even though it was morning and light. It seemed wasteful to her, whose upbringing had been full of warnings of wasting precious resources, but she resolved to put such thoughts from her head. The temple clearly had access to wealth the village didn’t enjoy and could afford such extravagances.
The rain suddenly changed from a light spring patter to a sudden downpour and with it came a stiff sea breeze. Instantly Helena’s simple white dress plastered to her, wrapping around her lithe limbs and small slight curves. The rain along with the wind had brought chills to her bare arms and she could feel her nipples on her small round breasts straining into hardness rubbing against the material of her dress. Helena ran the last few steps to the temple entrance, a simple archway promising shelter from the coming storm.
One through the archway she was in a long entrance hallway. Around her light blossomed as torches lined the walls banishing every shadow. At the end of the entrance way a priestess awaited, clad in a simple blue skirt that allowed strong tanned legs and sea green top that barely covered more than her ample breasts. As Helena walked forward to present herself, a wall of heat from the torches hit her like a physical blow instantly beginning to warm her from the chill of the rain and a small flame of hope began to kindle within her. Helena walked forward slowly until she got within feet of the priestess and then dropped to her knees and bowed her head to the floor in supplication. “I beg to join the temple and serve the goddess of love” she uttered replaying the words that she had rehearsed for the past two days.
The priestess looked at her and then moved forward and grabbed her arm to pull her up. “We do not bow to each other here” she said. Helena had never heard a voice quite like it before, it was rich, unctuous and it held promises of delight and danger at the same time. The priestess went on, “If you wish to see the goddess we will have to make you ready for an audience. There are preparations we must do. Come” and she held out her hand. Helena looked up and saw liquid brown eyes and took her hand allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. She was feeling unsteady, somehow not ready for this place and somehow the priestess must have felt that for she squeezed Helena’s hand providing an anchor in this strange place. They moved through the door and Helena found herself in the temple proper.
Inside the temple light still blossomed everywhere she looked but joined to the light were tables laden with food and drink. Fruits of every sort were arrayed on the tables, most she knew, some she didn’t, as well as fish and meats. Water jugs were placed in the middle of this feast and Helena guessed that they didn’t just hold water. Around the walls were pictures of fish,
leaping and playing in a sunlight sea and the floor was tiled a light blue, something she had not seen before. Taking it all in the thought struck her that the food in this one room large room would feed a family for a month. She felt the priestesses h
and tighten in hers. “This is the offering room, where people come to place offerings to the goddess of love, as if she could be bribed by mere sustenance. Do not judge us by the actions of people who come here. Any that come asking for alms are always fed and sent away with a full belly”.
Then she was being led out of the offering room into a side chamber where a large stone basin was built into the floor. Around the walls were fresco’s, not of fish but of men and woman in carnal delight, some of the positions shown Helena could not believe could physically happen. The floors carried the same light blue colour. There were no torches here but instead glass lanterns glowed casing a warm pall over everything. Still looking around she saw that taking up most of the room and deep enough to stand in without your head clearing the normal floor of the room was a curved basin. The only way to the bottom was a series of graduated steps. Two furrows came out of a wall with an archway and met with the basin. A small hole in the bottom of the basin currently stopped with a cork completed the picture in front of Helena. The priestess dropped her hand and with a “wait here” she disappeared through the archway. Within seconds water flowed down the furrows and started to flow into the basin.
The priestess reappeared and made her way to Helena’s side. “For the goddess to grant you an audience she asks that you be clean. Are you willing?” she asked. Helena nodded and the priestess nodded and then clapped sharply, twice. Two young girls appeared carrying jugs, towels and a bar of soap and placed them on the floor. The priestess nodded at them and they disappeared. Making her way around the side of the rapidly filling basin the priestess came to face Helena. Her strong hands settled on Helena’s shoulders and she suddenly found herself unable to swallow. Then will one quick motion the priestess knelt down and gripped the hem of Helena’s simple dress then rising just as quickly she brought it over her head and dropped it on the floor. Helena gasped at the sudden vulnerability that had been thrust on her and she covered herself with her hands the best she could.
The priestess looked at her, her brown eyes seemed to swirl and they locked on her own grey blue ones. A simple warm smile lit her face, “there is no need to be bashful here. This is the temple of the goddess of love. I give you my word, nothing will be taken here that you do not wish to give”. Then she reached round and unclasped her skirt and top letting them fall to the floor. Standing there with no attempt to cover her nudity the priestess held out her hand to Helena. Looking at her Helena felt a strange stirring in her stomach, as if something long sleeping had just awoken. She was struck by the priestess’s full plump breasts, her tanned body, her long brown hair and full lips. Temple life must not be as hard as village life for the priestess had curves that Helena didn’t have but even these intrigued her.
Nervously Helena dropped her hands uncovering her body for the first time in front of another person. Nerves hit her and she hoped her slightly skinny frame and small breasts would not be off putting. She took the priestesses hand and was awarded with a smile but this only made her stomach flutter more. The warmth from the priestesses hand was soon joined by an
even greater heat from the now full basin of water. Slowly she was led down the graduated steps, hot water slowly gaining traction on her body, each step down bringing her closer and closer to being submerged fully. Each step allowing the water to move up her body like a lovers caress, slowly and fully reaching every aching part of her.
When she was up to her neck in the heated water the priestess smiled, “that wasn’t too bad was it?” she said. Gliding over to the side she reached out and grasped the bar of soap and brought it over to Helena. “Smell” she said holding it out to the girl’s nose. Helena looked at it and then sniffed a scent of sea and apple much like she had smelled following the track filled her nose and she looked up forgetting where she was for a moment. Her foot slipped and she found herself going backwards, her head submerging water gushing into her nose until two hands grabbed her and pulled her back. Arms went around her and held her, hard nipples pushed into her breasts and she found her own arms coming up without thinking to pull herself closer to the priestess that held her.
Brown eyes stared into hers and full lips slightly parted said “are you ok?” and when she nodded the priestess slowly pulled away leaving a longing that surprised Helena. “Turn around” the priestess said and Helena found herself on her feet, looking at the walls whilst hands that belonged to someone else rubbed her back with the scented soap. Fingers slid across her wet shoulders, moving from one side to the other and back again, slowly and surely sliding the lather across her back. Helena held her breath as those hands moved down her back, making sure nothing was missed. Fingers got closer and closer to her buttocks in long swirling motions only to be pulled away at the last moment and she felt a disappointment that surprised her. Hands reached up to her shoulders and she found herself being pulled around to face the priestess again. Holding up the soap in one hand “would you mind doing my back?” she said.
Helena swallowed and took the soap in one hand. The steam of the water was billowing around her, the scent of apples was strong in her nose and she began to feel light headed. The priestess turned round and raised her hair with one hand. Helena’s mind began to race, thoughts that should not be there flitting through in an erotic play as she moved closer. “I should really know what to call you” she said, her voice barely a whisper as she began to massage the scented soap onto the back in front of her. “You can call me Pandora” she heard and then a sigh as her fingers moved further down Pandora’s back. “Hmmm” Pandora sighed with delight, “you have no idea how nice your fingers feel right now”.
Helena heard her pulse thundering in her head and she watched as her hands moved of their own violation. Her mouth was dry as her left hand moved, creeping around the body of Pandora until it was flat on her stomach, pulling her closer, desperate to feel Pandora’s body next to hers. The other placed on Pandora’s leg under the water, stroking gently. All thoughts of washing her back were forgotten as she moved on instinct and need. Her mouth moved to the back of Pandora’s neck, caressing it and hearing a purr of pleasure she allowed her lips to follow the neck round, nibbling, tasting the skin of the woman in front of her.
Helena’s right hand came up, following the curve of her playmates body, tracing the thigh, hip, stomach. Reaching the point she wanted she cupped the ample breast in her hand. The
weight of it surprised her and she spent a moment enjoying the feel of the flesh against her fingers. Then her hand moved again and her fingers went to the nipple, finding it engorged, and she began to pull at it lightly, enjoying the slight whimper it created. Her mouth moved up from the neck and began to worry at the ear, slowly sucking the lobe in and letting her tongue swirl around it in a promise of what was to come. Pandora started to turn around but Helena stopped her, still holding her close with her arm, not wanting this to stop.
Moving backwards she pulled Pandora with her, both hands not leaving the body in front of her, desperate to keep the taste and feel of the woman for as long as possible. Carefully she moved her way back up the bathing pool until she and Pandora were halfway out and then she sat down, letting the water cover the both of them back up to the neck. Pandora sat on her legs, still facing away, and with her right hand still playing with her lovers breast, her other hand slid downwards, slowly over the stomach and down still further until it encountered a tangle of hair and then down further sliding over flesh momentarily until it encountered what it sought.
Pandora opened her legs eagerly and felt warmth that had nothing to do with the water covering the both of them begin to seep over her. The hand exploring her breast moved and Pandora felt a disappointing noise escape from her throat. However it had only moved upwards, caressing the side of her face then moving upwards again in a ceaseless quest for fulfilment it reached her hair. Fingers entwined in her long dark locks and then grasping they pulled her head to one side and Helena’s face came into view as her eager lips descended on Pandora’s. Mo
uths hungry for each other clashed and Helena’s insistence won. Her tongue pushed its way in, her hand going back to the breast she had recently held, squeezing, pulling, claiming whilst the other lost itself in warmth that had nothing to do with the water they were in.
Pandora was beginning to lose herself in the pleasure that was being given to her, when suddenly it stopped. Hands that had been pleasuring her were suddenly on her waste and she felt herself being urged to stand. She found her feet unsteadily and stood, droplets of water falling over her engorged breasts and hard nipples. Then still at the urging of her lovers hands she turned to face Helena for the first time and as she did she felt herself being pulled down again, this time to straddle her new lover. Face to face properly for the first time since entering the bath Pandora saw a mixture of desire and need, pleasure and the promise of more in that sweet face. Then arms entwined around her and pulled her close, hands grasping her head to bring it close as Helena’s mouth once again quested for hers and her own desires meant she had to comply.
Hands once again moved down Pandora’s body, one on either side and she let her legs slide open a little more to allow her lover to touch her easier and was rewarded when one hand slid down and resumed pleasuring her. A slight gasp escaped her captured mouth when she felt Helena’s second hand move over her buttocks and quest deeper, fingers working and then in one glorious instant, entering her easily. Pandora reared up slightly and her lover took that moment to release her mouth and move her lips to the ample breasts in front of her. A second gasp escaped her mouth as her nipple was sucked almost painfully into hot wetness, teeth grazing ever so slightly.
Helena felt Pandora move forward slightly, pressing her breast against her mouth, as she worked at the nipple with her tongue. She allowed her hands to speed up, one moving in and out, desperately trying to get deeper whilst the other made small circling motions. The heady scents of the soap and the woman she was making love to filled her nose, a scent that she never wanted to let go. The woman above her started to gasp and whimper almost silently and she moved her mouth to the other breast, not wanting to miss a taste. Pandora suddenly pushed down and she felt her fingers being squeezed as wetness that had nothing to do with water covered them. She let the breast go and bringing her hands back up she roughly kissed Pandora on the mouth.