by LM Brown
“Did you try that?” Medina asked. “The pleasure to be obtained from frottage is a favorite among many of my priests.”
Phoebus nodded. “I tried that my first mating season but nothing happened, save that my lover spilled over my body.”
Medina waved over a handsome man in robes that bore a different emblem to that of her priests. The trident was the same, but it seemed to have some form of snake twined around it. “Isander, would your goddess spare you for a few moments?”
Isander grinned. “I’m sure she could. How can I serve the sister of my goddess?”
Medina urged Phoebus forward. “Isander serves my sister, Mariana, Goddess of Sea Creatures. Isander, this is Phoebus, who seeks the assistance of Caspian. Would you mind escorting him to Caspian’s temple?”
“Of course. Do you wish me to provide him with a robe on the way?”
“No. Phoebus is mer, and Caspian is well acquainted with naked men. I’d take him myself, but I’m afraid I have other duties to attend to.”
Isander gave a sweeping bow. “As always, I’m delighted to be of service.”
Medina smiled and waved them on their way.
“So why do you want justice?” Isander asked as they strolled along a winding path.
“I don’t,” Phoebus replied. “I need help breaking my mating fever, and Medina thought Caspian might be able to assist.”
Isander gave a booming laugh. “I have no doubt he’ll give it his best. And if he fails, come find me and I’ll try too.”
Phoebus flushed at the blatant invitation from the handsome Atlantean. “Maybe I will,” he said. “Do I call for you in Mariana’s temple?”
“Goodness no!” Isander shook his head. “My goddess has no love for the mer at all. If you poke a fin into her temple, she’ll be furious.”
“But Medina said she was the Goddess of Sea Creatures.”
“She is.”
“The mer are creatures of the sea.”
“I know.” Isander glanced around, clearly checking they weren’t likely to be overheard. “Mariana is most tiresome in her prejudices against the mer. Just take my advice and stay away from her and the rest of her priests.”
“I will.”
“Well, here we are.” Isander pointed to the temple directly ahead. “Just go in and ask for him. There’s sure to be at least one of his priests in there.”
“Won’t he wonder how I got here?”
“I doubt it. Many Atlanteans bring their lovers here to the Isle of the Gods. We’re not really supposed to, but everyone does it. Good luck!”
Isander gave him a little nudge in the small of his back and Phoebus steeled himself to face the Atlantean God of Justice.
* * * *
Caspian looked up as a shadow fell across his face. Rafe stood in the doorway. “Yes?”
“There’s a merman asking for you in your temple audience chamber.”
Caspian frowned. “The only person in there at the moment is an Atlantean woman.” The weaver, who had no concept of the difference between petty revenge and true justice, had been there for hours, praying to Caspian for him to send plagues of boils and other delights to the rival who had stolen her man. Caspian had been tuning her out as much as he could.
“Not the temple in Atlantis, the one here,” Rafe explained.
“How did he get here?” Caspian asked. Immediately his thoughts turned to Medina and he wondered if this was her doing.
“I saw him approach with Isander, one of Mariana’s priests.”
“Ah.” Caspian smiled. “That would explain it. No doubt Isander brought the merman here and now finds his goddess lingering around, so he can’t send him home without incurring her wrath. Show them in.”
“Isander has already left, but the merman waits in the audience chamber.”
Caspian didn’t like Isander’s presumption that he would solve the problem of the wandering merman, but supposed he would have to go see him, unless he wanted to leave him hanging around in his temple, getting underfoot and making a nuisance of himself until such time as it was safe to return to Atlantis by the same method he had arrived.
The naked merman stood in the middle of the audience chamber. He stared at Caspian’s statue, though Caspian doubted it was his rendition that had triggered such arousal in the merman. The solstice of the previous night was no doubt to blame for that. He wondered why Isander hadn’t taken the trouble to give his friend the release he clearly needed before dropping him off at the temple.
Caspian strode over to his throne and sat on the cushioned seat. “I’m Caspian, God of Justice. What brings you here, merman?”
The merman, who Caspian realized was younger than he had first thought—perhaps only eighteen summers—stared at him from a pair of mismatched eyes, one dark blue and one light blue. Caspian found himself unable to look away.
“Do you seek justice?” Caspian asked when the merman continued to gaze at him silently.
He shook his head and flushed scarlet as his gaze traveled over the various priests who were working away in the room, clearing away the remnants of the feast of the previous night.
Caspian clapped his hands together and his priests jumped to attention. “I sense our guest is shy. Leave us.”
The priests hurried to obey.
“Not you, Rafe. I may need you.” Caspian pointed to the priest’s usual spot in the room. “Now, merman, what is your name?”
“Phoebus.”
“And what do you want from me, if not justice?”
“Um…” Phoebus hung his head and mumbled something too quiet for a mortal to hear, but which was no problem for a god.
“I see,” Caspian replied. “A mating fever that won’t break, and what makes you think I’m the one to help you with your problem?”
“I was told you were familiar with such matters.”
“I am indeed,” Caspian said. After the business with Medina earlier that morning, the day was looking up. He had bedded a few mermen over the years, but never one who was in the heat of a mating fever. “Well, what have you tried so far to break your fever?”
Phoebus gave a shrug and offered his pitifully short list of things. Caspian could immediately think of half a dozen things they might try.
“Rafe, what do you think our friend should attempt first?”
Phoebus gave Rafe a look of hope.
“Sucking?” Rafe suggested.
“How would you like that, Phoebus? Rafe is an expert at sucking a man to the brink of an orgasm.”
“Sucking?” Phoebus asked.
Caspian chuckled. “How refreshing to meet such an innocent. Rafe, if you don’t mind…”
Rafe walked over to Phoebus, turned his back to Caspian and dropped to his knees.
Phoebus stared down at Rafe with wide eyes as the priest took the merman’s cock into his mouth and set to work.
Watching Rafe and Phoebus was as arousing as anything Caspian had ever experienced.
Rafe continued his attentions for several minutes before pulling away and looking over his shoulder. “It doesn’t seem to be working. Maybe we should try something else?”
Phoebus nodded his agreement. “Rafe is right. This isn’t working.”
Rafe rose from his knees. “I could give him a good spanking.”
Phoebus snorted. “No! And why does everyone seem to think hitting me will help?”
Caspian smiled. “No one will raise a hand to you without your consent, that I promise. There are, however, some men and women who find pleasure from pain.”
“I’m fairly sure I’m not one of them,” Phoebus replied.
“Then we will look at other methods.”
Caspian shifted slightly in his seat, his own arousal shielded by his loose robes but no doubt obvious to both Rafe and Phoebus.
The merman licked his lips, his gaze locked on the tent of Caspian’s robes.
“Ah, now you have the look of a man who knows what he wants.” He crooked his finger to beckon Pho
ebus closer. “Is that what you need, Phoebus? To wrap your lips around another man’s cock and suck him until he spills his seed into your mouth?”
“I don’t know.”
Caspian unclasped his robe and moved the material aside, revealing his erection. He could practically see the merman’s mouth watering at the sight.
“Come kneel before me,” Caspian said. He tossed a cushion between his feet, ignoring Rafe’s brief flash of annoyance that he hadn’t given him one when he had knelt before Phoebus.
Phoebus approached him slowly and knelt between Caspian’s legs.
“You saw—felt—what Rafe did to you. Now it’s your turn.”
Phoebus leaned in and licked at the end of Caspian’s cock. Then he slowly sucked at the head, his eyes closed in deep concentration. Caspian gripped the arms of his throne to keep himself from bucking into the young mer’s mouth. He reminded himself that the man on his knees was inexperienced and may not want Caspian thrusting into his mouth with his usual wild enthusiasm.
He sensed Rafe watching them and looked up, offering him a smile. Rafe didn’t seem to notice, his attention fixed on the merman, jealousy clear in his eyes.
Caspian sighed. He really must do something about that. He had made it clear to Rafe when he had first entered his service, some twenty years ago, that he would always have to share Caspian with other men.
Phoebus continued to suck him, making sounds of contentment.
“That’s it,” Caspian encouraged. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before? Oh my…yes, harder.”
Phoebus took him at his word and sucked him in earnest.
Caspian moaned as he drew closer to the brink. He stroked Phoebus’ face, his skin still hot to the touch. Then he began to come and the merman’s fever started to recede. Phoebus stiffened and stopped working his mouth up and down Caspian’s cock. It seemed they had found his trigger.
When Phoebus pulled away, his face was still flushed, and he gestured at the foot of the throne. “I’m sorry. I seem to have made a bit of a mess.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Caspian said. He waved his hand and cleared up the evidence of Phoebus’ orgasm in an instant. “The advantages of being a god.”
Phoebus sat back on his heels. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you.” Caspian held out his hand and pulled Phoebus to his feet. “I assume you’ll want to return to Atlantis now?”
“Yes, please. Unless… Well…did you want something from me in return?”
“No, of course not.” Caspian guided Phoebus to the crystal that would open the portal to Atlantis. “I hope you’ll visit me again, maybe next mating season.”
Caspian didn’t know why he had suggested such a thing. The handsome young merman must have dozens of offers for company during the mating season, and it wasn’t as if he, Caspian, had a shortage of willing men eager to join him in his bed if he were to click his fingers. One of them was Rafe, of course, who stood a few feet away, glowering with discontent.
Once Phoebus was on his way, Caspian gave his High Priest his undivided attention. He didn’t say anything at first, but instead probed his mind for his thoughts.
Caspian didn’t often read the minds of his priests. They were loyal to him and he rewarded their devotion with allowing them their privacy—most of the time.
“Jealousy is most unbecoming,” he said. “It’s an ugly trait, especially when there is no cause for it.”
“I’m not jealous of him.”
“You know you cannot lie to a god,” Caspian told him. “I’ve lived long enough to recognize the signs, even without my powers.”
“Why did you invite him back next solstice?”
“The next mating one isn’t for another two seasons. I doubt he’ll even remember my offer.”
“Then you don’t intend to have him suck you again?”
“I don’t intend to track him down, but if he comes to me, I will not turn him away.”
“He’s a merman.”
“I am well aware of that. Do you have a problem with mermen? Or is it just the fact that I allowed him to pleasure me?”
Rafe bowed his head. “I have no problem.”
“Good.”
Caspian disappeared back to his private quarters, content to relive the moment the handsome young merman had pushed him over the brink.
Chapter Four
Phoebus floated on the surface of the sea. A prod at his fins startled him and he flipped over as Ajax popped up beside him.
“Where have you been?” Ajax asked. “Did you talk to the goddess?”
Phoebus nodded and smiled as he stretched his arms and relaxed once more. “I did.”
“And?” Ajax placed a hand on his brow. “Well, your fever’s gone. Did you need a woman after all?”
“No,” Phoebus replied, easing Ajax’s palm aside.
“Then how did you break it?”
“Medina sent me to talk to Caspian.”
“Who’s he?”
“The Atlantean God of Justice.”
“Ah, I see. That Caspian.”
Phoebus’ face heated as he recalled his wanton behavior in the temple of the god.
“Well, aren’t you going to tell me what your trigger is?” Ajax asked. “It might be nice to know for next season.”
Phoebus shrugged. “My fever broke when I sucked Caspian’s cock.”
“You what?” Ajax gaped at him.
“I sucked his cock.” Phoebus shivered a little as the memory sent a fresh wave of desire through him.
Ajax continued to stare at him. “I’ve never heard of mer doing that before.”
“Me neither, but neither of us is that old, and my partner during my first mating season was untouched as well. I guess I just needed to speak with someone who had more experience.”
Ajax scowled. “I have more experience than you. I’m not some innocent who doesn’t know what to do with his cock.”
Phoebus rolled his eyes. “There’s no need to be offended. Things will work out fine next season. You can bury yourself in my arse until you come, then later, when you’re ready again, I’ll be able to suck you until you climax again. The taste of your seed in my mouth will be as intoxicating as that of Caspian’s.”
Ajax swam in the direction of the beach. “Why wait for the mating season? Come on. You can educate me now.”
Phoebus laughed as he darted through the waves, overtaking Ajax and arriving at the beach far ahead of him. He already had his legs by the time Ajax flopped down beside him.
There wasn’t a soul on the beach, many of the mer only coming to land during the mating seasons and rarely during the hours of daylight, when there was much work to be done in the ocean.
Phoebus stroked his length as he waited for Ajax to dry his fins.
“What was he like?” Ajax asked.
“Who? Caspian?”
“Who else? He’s a god and we’ve all seen the statues the Atlanteans build in honor of their deities. Are they true to life?”
“Caspian’s is. I mean, the statue of him in the temple is bigger than he is, but it’s an accurate representation of his features.”
“From what I’ve heard, the God of Justice has many lovers, all men.”
“Does he?”
“Yes.”
Phoebus continued to play with himself, his body reacting to the thought of Caspian. Would the god have forgotten him already? Or maybe he was using his powers to watch them right now?
“Was he a good lover?” Ajax asked.
“I wouldn’t say we were lovers at all.”
“But he broke your mating fever.”
“Yes, but all he did was sit there while I knelt between his legs and sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. At that point I came as well, and that was that.”
“Did you kiss him?”
“Of course not.” Phoebus snorted at the ridiculous idea of kissing the god.
“Why not?”
“I don’t think it would hav
e been appropriate.”
“You’ve kissed me.”
“That’s different. We’re friends as well as lovers.”
Ajax made a noise of triumph as his legs and cock appeared at last. “I suppose you’re right. Now, how about you show me what you learned from the god?”
Phoebus didn’t need any further invitation. He dove on Ajax’s cock and sucked him into his mouth. Now that his fever had gone and the desperation to find release had abated, he could take his time, and he intended to do just that.
Ajax moaned as Phoebus licked at his length, using his tongue to stroke his testicles. He tasted of saltwater, as did all mer after they’d emerged from the depths of the ocean.
“Ah, yes,” Ajax moaned, “that feels so good.”
Phoebus’ hard shaft ached for attention and he rubbed himself against Ajax’s leg, dividing his attention between pleasuring Ajax and driving himself closer to the brink.
“Turn around,” Ajax ordered.
Phoebus released the tip of Ajax’s cock and frowned at him. “What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said,” Ajax replied. “I want to suck you too. If you turn around, I can do that while you’re doing me.”
Phoebus nodded with eagerness and swiftly changed his position.
Even though he hadn’t come when Rafe had sucked him, Phoebus knew that outside of the mating season, it wouldn’t be a problem. When Ajax’s lips touched his cock, Phoebus cried out and he began to shake with desire. Only Ajax’s firm grip at the base of his shaft prevented him from humiliating himself by lasting no more than a couple of seconds.
He lowered his head over Ajax’s cock once again and sucked him hard. If he was going to come so quickly, he wanted Ajax to do likewise.
Ajax copied his moves and Phoebus slowly pushed his way into his lover’s mouth, easing in and out of the wet heat as he moved his mouth up and down Ajax’s shaft at the same pace.
Phoebus could tell he wouldn’t last long. His eagerness for sucking cock made him ache for release. Ajax fondled his balls and probed his arse with his fingers, each touch bringing Phoebus closer to the pleasure he craved. He lavished the same attention on Ajax, poking at his arsehole with a finger, causing him to buck his hips and push his cock right back into Phoebus’ throat.