by LM Brown
Ajax’s mouth vanished from his cock as he screamed out his pleasure, spilling into Phoebus’ mouth with such force Phoebus couldn’t keep up with all his seed. It spilled from Phoebus’ lips as he frantically swallowed what he could.
The taste of his lover sent a final wave of lust through his body and he came over Ajax’s chest and neck. Ajax, too sated to do anything other than lie there, panted and moaned.
Phoebus collapsed onto the sand beside Ajax and rolled onto his back.
“I can see the attraction of such play,” Ajax finally commented.
Phoebus chuckled. “Me too.”
“Was I better than the god?” Ajax teased.
Phoebus laughed. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“You didn’t kiss him at all,” Ajax reminded him. “Is he bigger than me?”
The temptation to say yes, just to see his friend’s reaction, was almost too much to resist. Ajax was big and he knew it. He prided himself on having more below the waist than most other mermen and, at times like this, enjoyed having his ego stroked nearly as much as his cock.
“No, he’s not,” Phoebus admitted. His jaw still ached a little from their earlier activities, though thankfully the soreness in his arse from the night of the solstice had subsided.
“I didn’t think so,” Ajax replied, gloating openly.
Phoebus poked Ajax in the ribs. “Bigger isn’t always better, you know.”
“Better than being so small you can’t even feel it when he shoves it up your arse.”
Phoebus glanced fleetingly at his own cock, measuring it against those of other mermen.
Ajax laughed. “I wasn’t talking about you. You’re fine.”
“Fine?”
“Adequate.”
Phoebus glared. “That’s not an improvement.”
Ajax rolled onto his side and leaned on his elbow. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Now, how about you give me all the details of your dalliance with the god?”
Phoebus’ annoyance vanished and he told Ajax everything he could recall, which would never be enough to satisfy his friend’s appetite for the dirty details. As he spoke, he considered that it might not be enough for him either.
Caspian had invited him back again next mating season, but that didn’t mean the god would remember his suggestion when the time came. Still, the idea of seeing the handsome god again was deliciously tempting.
* * * *
“Caspian, there you are.” Cari breezed into the room and settled herself onto the chaise. “I’ve been searching everywhere for you.”
Caspian sipped his wine before answering his sister. “Well, now you’ve found me.”
Cari helped herself to a glass of her own. “Since when do you travel to this part of the world?”
“I needed some time alone,” Caspian replied. Rafe’s jealousies had pushed him to his limit today, so he had escaped to a small province in Italia for a little peace and quiet. Hiding from his priest wasn’t difficult, but avoiding his sister was another matter entirely.
“Rafe?” Cari asked.
“You know I don’t like it when you poke into my head.” He managed to block most of the immortals from his mind, but his sister appeared to have the ability to bypass all his defenses. He supposed it came from being the Goddess of Prophecy.
“I didn’t,” Cari replied. “But when I checked your palace, he was ranting about some merman you’d fucked. I simply drew my own conclusions.”
“I didn’t fuck him.”
“Rafe seems to think otherwise.”
Caspian rolled his eyes. “Rafe was present in the room the entire time. He is well aware of what we did.”
Cari huffed. “Did you ever think that your priest might not get quite so jealous if you didn’t make him watch you with other men?”
“The merman was having trouble breaking his mating fever. He came to me for help, we broke his fever and he returned to the ocean. That was it.”
“What was his name?”
“Who? The merman?”
“Yes, him.”
“Phoebus. Why do you want to know?”
“Just curious. I spoke to Mother this morning.”
“And what did she have to say for herself?”
“She told me Medina had slipped you a love potion.”
“Apparently. She added something to my wine, but I don’t know what. She was probably bluffing.”
Cari laughed briefly. “Don’t you know by now that Medina never bluffs?”
“Well, it doesn’t seem to have had much of an impact on me. Probably she isn’t as good at brewing up mischief as she likes to think.”
Cari sipped her wine. “You never did figure out the difference between a love potion and one that simply inspires lust.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that if she’d given you the latter, which is what she hands out to most who seek her services, you’d be fucking that young merman right now. A true love potion, on the other hand, takes time to work, just like real love takes time to grow.”
“What are you saying? You think I’m going to fall in love with someone? The merman?”
“Like it or not, you are about to discover what falling in love is like.”
“I think I’ll let that particular experience pass me by, thank you all the same.”
“You seem to be laboring under the mistaken belief you have a choice in the matter.”
“I do.”
Cari finished her glass of wine and poured herself another. “I took a peek into your future after I spoke to Mother.”
“I suppose telling you I don’t want to know about my future would be pointless?”
“It would.”
“Very well. Tell me what you saw, and if I don’t like it, I’ll do what I need to so I can change it.”
“You can’t alter course mid-stream.”
“Says who?”
“Fate.”
“I don’t believe in fate.”
“It doesn’t matter what you believe in. You’ve met Phoebus, and been intimate with him, just hours after drinking Medina’s concoction.”
“He only sucked me.”
“That’s more than enough to trigger the potion. Chances are, if it’s one of Medina’s brews, the touch of your hand to his would have been enough.”
“I’m probably never going to see him again,” Caspian said, even though the thought of a second encounter with the merman made his heart race.
“I assure you, you’ll be seeing him very soon. He’s a nice man and I think he’ll be very good for you.”
“Why are you and Mother so eager to see me settled down with just one man? I’m perfectly happy as I am.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
Cari shook her head. “When you’ve fallen for him, when you’re head over heels, desperately in love with him, you’ll know what perfect happiness is.”
“Oh, please.” Caspian rolled his eyes.
“You’ll see.”
Caspian sighed and finished his wine. “I don’t know why you’re so eager for me to find someone to settle down with. You know that if I do, you’ll be next in line for Mother’s meddling in your love life.”
Cari smirked. “I told Mother years ago that I’ve seen my soul mate and will embrace him when the time comes. That has kept her from interfering for centuries and will continue to keep her out of my business for many years to come.”
“Have you really seen your soul mate?”
“Of course not. I haven’t looked.”
Caspian had to admire her guts at lying to their mother. He wasn’t sure he would have dared.
Cari stood and straightened her gown. “Don’t let your stubbornness keep you from Phoebus. Just do what you would normally do if Medina hadn’t told you about the potion. Let nature take its course.”
Caspian nodded, but the gesture was more automatic than agreement. When he looked up, his sister had vanished. He finished his wine and poure
d himself another, wishing, not for the first time, that it was possible for immortals to actually become intoxicated. Goodness knew that if anything called for it, his present circumstances surely did.
* * * *
Phoebus sat in the tavern listening to the Atlanteans talking about their days. The lives of the humans under the sea weren’t so very different from those of the mer, yet they rarely socialized together. This evening, however, Phoebus wanted to listen to the bard who told stories of the gods for the entertainment of the patrons.
He had heard that stories about Medina, the Goddess of Love, were the most popular, with those of Caspian a close second. He was curious to know what the stories said about the god who had helped him discover his mating trigger.
Settling into a corner of the room, he nibbled on a piece of fruit as he waited for the bard to start.
It seemed his luck was in, and the storyteller had tales of Caspian to relay tonight.
“Caspian acquires lovers like no other immortal,” he told his captive audience. “Men flock to him like bees to a honey pot. He can satisfy a dozen men in a single night, and his bed is big enough to hold even more.”
Phoebus wondered how much he heard was true and how much was embellishment to satisfy the audience.
“Tell us of the night he bedded the muses!” someone called from the front of the room.
“Ah, the muses,” the bard replied. “Female in form, they were determined to discover the truth of Caspian’s prowess, so they changed their forms to those of men in order to seduce him. But such spells cannot fool a god like Caspian. He saw through their disguises immediately and transformed his two highest ranking priests so that they took his form. Then he challenged the muses to figure out which of the three of them was him. If they correctly guessed, he would fuck them in their male forms, but if they mistook one of his priests for him, they would gift all of his priests with unique talents. Needless to say, the muses failed to identify Caspian, and from that day to this, Caspian has priests who are accomplished not only in bed, but also in music and the arts. It is said that one of his former high priests crafted the statues of Caspian that reside in his temples, so you can see for yourselves the talent they possess.”
Several patrons nodded to each other, clearly having seen the evidence for themselves. Phoebus had seen the statues as well, but he had no idea as to the truth of the story.
The bard took a short break and when he returned he started a new tale, this one focusing on a great battle between the Atlanteans and the Greeks, long before the city had sunk below the ocean. There was no mention of Caspian in the story and Phoebus soon found his mind wandering. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Ajax swimming over to him.
“What are you doing here?” Ajax asked. “I thought you’d be up on the island tonight.”
“It’s not the solstice.”
“No, but there’s a party of guards celebrating the killing of those two sharks the other day. The gatherers are invited, so long as we bring some food for the feast. I thought you’d be there, but instead you’re hanging around here.”
“I was just listening to the bard,” Phoebus explained.
“Ah.” Ajax gave him a knowing glance. “Let me guess… He’s been telling stories of Caspian?”
“Just one,” Phoebus replied. “I think he’s done now, if you want to go to the island.”
Ajax made no move to swim toward the door. “Why are you so interested in hearing stories about him?”
“I don’t know. I guess I want to know more about the god whose cock I sucked.”
“If that’s the case, why not go and visit him again? You’ll find out far more from the man himself than you would listening to a hundred bards.”
“I’m sure he’s far too busy.”
“Not too busy to fuck every man who offers up his arse,” Ajax countered.
Phoebus toyed with his fins. “Do you really think he’s that bad?”
“Everyone says so. Not that there are any complaints about his, er, performance. But the fact of the matter is, Caspian is the most promiscuous of the gods and only his priests hold his attention for longer than a few fucks.”
“I wonder what makes his priests so special?”
“They probably aren’t. Getting fucked by their god is considered a perk of the job.”
“I wonder if he’s ever had any mer priests?” Phoebus commented.
“You aren’t thinking of offering to serve him, are you?”
“No!” Phoebus shook his head. “I was just wondering. I don’t worship the gods any more than you do.”
Ajax gave him a doubtful frown. “You need to get him out of your mind—and fast. I suggest you go to his temple, spread your legs and let him fuck you now. Don’t drag things out by waiting for the next solstice. Once he’s bored with you, you can move on and find a merman to spend your life with.”
“You think he’ll tire of me that quickly?”
Ajax nodded to the bard. “You’ve been listening to his stories. You know Caspian’s reputation. Just be prepared for him to cast you aside once he’s done with you. Do not give this god your heart. He won’t know what to do with it.”
Phoebus didn’t want to be just another man Caspian fucked. Even though he knew it was foolish to hope for more, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
Chapter Five
Caspian lasted four days. Three and a half, if he had to be precise. Then the temptation to seek out Phoebus became too much.
Summoning the merman to his palace would be easy, though Caspian was reluctant to do so with Rafe glowering at him from every shadowy corner.
The island of the mer was more appealing, but Caspian preferred the comfort of a bed to the sandy beach.
Eventually, Caspian decided he would take Phoebus elsewhere, to show him something of the world. The mer had seen so little of the world of men, and he would enjoy showing Phoebus the delights to be found on land.
Caspian found a quiet glade on the outskirts of Rome and, after deciding it was suitable, searched with his mind to locate Phoebus and bring him there.
“Phoebus?” Caspian called to the merman telepathically.
“Who’s that?” The reply sounded sleepy and Caspian belatedly realized he might have intruded on Phoebus at an inconvenient time.
“This is Caspian.”
“Caspian?” Phoebus sounded slightly more alert, if a little confused.
“Yes. The Atlantean God of Justice. You came to my temple a few days ago.”
“I hadn’t forgotten.” Laughter echoed through Caspian’s mind. “I just didn’t expect to hear from you.”
“I invited you to seek me out at the next solstice.”
“That’s still two seasons away.”
“I know.”
Phoebus didn’t say anything in response and Caspian contemplated how he might break the silence without sounding like a fool.
“Have you ever been to the Roman baths?” he finally asked.
“Of course not. I’ve never been to any land populated by humans.”
“Would you like to?”
“I don’t know. Humans can be dangerous. We mer try to avoid them.”
“I would protect you from any who would do you harm.”
“Perhaps somewhere else?” Phoebus suggested. “Somewhere with less water.”
“I have the power to erase the memory of anyone who sees your fins. You need not worry on that account.”
“You have that much power?”
“Yes. But if you’d rather go somewhere else instead, we can do that.”
“Very well.”
The moment Phoebus gave his consent, Caspian summoned him to his side.
The merman blinked up at him from the grass and Caspian crouched down beside him. He handed him a towel and waited for the merman to dry his fins.
Phoebus regained his legs and clambered to his feet.
Caspian took a moment to admire the form of the merman, before
reluctantly providing him with suitable attire.
Phoebus plucked at the material with distaste. “Humans have such strange customs.”
“They do indeed,” Caspian agreed. “I much prefer you naked, but the locals might object. Well, some of them might. Others would no doubt appreciate the view as much as I do.”
Phoebus blushed but didn’t lower his eyes. Caspian liked his boldness.
“You can really make sure no one remembers seeing my fins?”
“Yes, though would it make any real difference if I didn’t? Mer are often spotted by ships and more than one sailor has netted himself a mermaid for a wife. We aren’t staying long, and I can whisk you back to Atlantis in the blink of an eye. They would never find you. They would just have a story to tell their friends of the merman they saw right here in the city.”
Phoebus held out his hand for Caspian to take. “You promise to get me out of there if any danger arises?”
“I give you my word as a god.”
“Then let us visit the baths.”
Caspian hooked Phoebus’ arm through his and they walked through the trees toward the city. “How have you heard about the Roman baths?”
“The Atlanteans. They often tell stories of other cultures in the taverns in Atlantis. I like to go and listen to them. Tales of what takes place in the baths are most popular among men like me.”
“Ah, I see. Well, time may have moved on since we sank Atlantis beneath the waves, but the Roman baths have changed very little. I think we shall visit one that is frequented by men such as us.”
“There are places especially for gods and mermen?” Phoebus asked.
Caspian gaped at him, before he glimpsed the twitch of Phoebus’ lips and realized he was teasing him. He found he liked that.
“There are baths for men who seek the touch of other men. What happens inside those walls is a poorly kept secret.”
The nearer they drew to the baths, the more aroused Caspian became. He asked Phoebus questions about him and his family in an attempt to distract himself from his increasingly painful erection. He was surprised to find that he enjoyed discovering more about Phoebus and his life.