by LM Brown
Caspian tugged at his hair as he thrust erratically into Phoebus’ mouth. “That’s it, Phoebus. Take it all.”
Phoebus had no intention of letting anything go to waste. Only when he was sure Caspian was completely spent did he pull away with one final lick of his cock.
He popped up out of the water and pulled Caspian into a messy kiss.
Around him he heard the sound of clapping and calls of encouragement, but he ignored them all. The only one he had eyes for was Caspian.
Eventually, Caspian eased them apart and climbed out of the pool. He held out his hand to Phoebus and pulled him up beside him.
Phoebus couldn’t take his eyes off Caspian. The god had called him beautiful, but Phoebus knew he was just one of many men who he had given such compliments to.
“What now?” Phoebus asked.
“Now I take you home,” Caspian replied.
“And then?”
Caspian shrugged. “My offer for you to come and suck me on the solstice still stands.”
“Oh.”
Phoebus tried not to be disappointed in Caspian’s words. He reminded himself that the god had plenty of men to keep him satisfied. It would be selfish of Phoebus to want to monopolize his time.
Caspian gave Phoebus a quick kiss on the cheek. “Of course, it doesn’t have to be the solstice for you to visit. As long as you don’t interrupt any of the ceremonies, you can come and see me whenever you wish. And if I’m busy, I’m sure many of my priests would be happy to entertain you in my absence.”
Phoebus nodded as he forced himself to keep smiling as Caspian casually told him he didn’t care if he fucked one or more of his priests.
“What if you’re, er, with your priests when I arrive? I mean, doing something like we just did?”
Caspian laughed. “It’ll happen sooner or later. You can either join us or come back another time.”
Phoebus hid his disappointment behind a bright smile. “Well, I have a shift in the fields soon, so you should probably take me home.”
“Of course,” Caspian replied, and a moment later Phoebus found himself back in the sunken city.
He tried not to be too upset at the abrupt ending to their fun. The thought of walking in on Caspian with another man—or men—made his stomach churn. Maybe he should just keep his distance from now on.
He told himself that his time with Caspian was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and he should just leave it at that. How many mermen could say they had visited the Roman baths and been fucked by a god? He should consider himself lucky that he had captured Caspian’s attention for as long as he had.
He would be thankful for the experience Caspian had given him and set his mind to finding a nice young merman to spend the solstice and the rest of his life with.
Chapter Six
Phoebus could see Caspian on the beach as he swam to the shore onto the night of the next solstice. He wondered what the god was doing there. He had never seen him on the mating island before. Surely he isn’t here to see me?
When he reached land, Caspian handed him a length of fabric to dry his tail and fins with. Phoebus told himself not to read anything into his actions. It was probably just a coincidence.
Ajax arrived just as Phoebus regained his legs. “You have to be the fastest swimmer in all the oceans.”
“You’re just slow,” Phoebus teased. “Have you met Caspian?”
“No, I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”
Phoebus let Caspian help him to his feet. “Then let me introduce you to the Atlantean God of Justice. Caspian, this is Ajax.”
Caspian gave a small nod toward Ajax. “Any friend of Phoebus is most welcome. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I would like to spend some time alone with Phoebus.”
Ajax shrugged. “Far be it from me to stand in the way of true love. I think I see a likely prospect to break my fever just down the beach.”
Phoebus shot Ajax a dirty look, which he returned with a wink.
“He didn’t mean anything by that comment,” Phoebus said. “When he talked about love, I mean. He was just trying to be amusing.”
“I understand,” Caspian replied. “After all, if you were in love with me, you wouldn’t have stayed away for so long.”
“I’m sure you’ve had plenty of company.”
Caspian took his hand and transported them to a bedchamber Phoebus had never been in before.
“Where are we?”
“My private chambers on the Isle of the Gods.”
Phoebus ran a hand over the silken fabrics of the bedspread. “Why did you come to the beach?”
“To see you, of course.”
“But why?”
“Because I wanted to. Do I need any reason other than that?”
“I suppose not.”
“Aren’t you glad to see me?” Caspian asked. “I thought you enjoyed our time in Italia.”
“I did, but I didn’t expect to see you again after we… You know…”
Caspian guided Phoebus to the center of the bed and they stretched out, side by side. “There are many ways we can pleasure each other that we didn’t do at the baths. I said I would wish to see you again. Didn’t you believe me?”
“I suppose not.”
Caspian leaned close to kiss him. “I never say anything I don’t mean.”
Phoebus sighed into the kiss as he sank into the pillows, Caspian pressing him down into the mattress. His cock ached and he could feel Caspian’s hardness nudging his thigh. He opened his legs in blatant invitation.
Caspian chuckled against his lips. “I do love a man who makes it clear what he wants.”
“Good, because I have no hesitation in making my demands known. And while I do want you to fuck me sometime tonight, you know I need something else first.”
“Ah yes.” Caspian sat back on his heels and stroked his length. “How remiss of me to have forgotten.”
Phoebus crooked his finger and Caspian moved up the bed.
As soon as he was in reach, Phoebus took him into his mouth and sucked eagerly. His own erection had been paining him all day, but the work in the fields had prevented him from swimming to land any earlier.
Caspian moaned above him, thrusting into his mouth and giving Phoebus exactly what he needed to break his fever.
Phoebus drank down the god’s seed, swallowing it all, while at the same time conscious of his own pulsing erection spilling over his belly and, quite possibly, Caspian’s arse.
His fever broken, he released Caspian’s cock and scrambled up into a sitting position so he could kiss him.
Phoebus moaned in pleasure. The kiss was frantic and messy and Caspian continued to spill between them. Phoebus joined him, rubbing his cock against Caspian’s, searching for friction.
When Caspian reached between them to take them both in hand, Phoebus groaned and bucked into Caspian’s fist.
“That’s it,” Caspian encouraged. “Make as much noise as you want. Let me hear you scream in pleasure.”
Phoebus shouted encouragement as he thrust erratically while clinging to Caspian like a limpet.
Then he was on his back and Caspian was pushing his way inside him, stretching him and filling him with heat.
“Oh god,” Phoebus yelled, barely conscious of the fact that in the heat of pleasure he was crying out a word he had never used before. He had never called to the gods, yet here, while one of those beings was buried in his arse, he couldn’t seem to help himself. “Oh god, oh god, ooooh god!”
“Call my name,” Caspian ordered. “Let me hear my name on your lips when you climax.”
“Caspian,” Phoebus moaned. “Oh my god, Caspian. More, oh god, more. Caspian, more. I need…more… Oh god…yes…Caspian… Caspian… Cas-”
Phoebus lost the power of speech as the heat of Caspian’s release filled him, and he came again, spraying them both with his seed.
“Phoebus!” Caspian screamed as he shook violently and collapsed on top of him.
The
merman couldn’t move, not even to push the larger man aside. Caspian was still inside him, soft now, but nevertheless there.
Caspian moved to the side, easing out of Phoebus and flopping onto his back with a sigh of contentment.
Slowly, Phoebus reached down to his own groin and carefully touched his wilted cock. The sensitive flesh twitched in response.
“Phoebus, thank you,” Caspian said.
“There’s no need to thank me for that,” Phoebus replied with a chuckle. “It was my pleasure.”
Caspian propped himself up on his arm. “I want to see you again—regularly, I mean.”
“You have the power to summon me whenever you wish,” Phoebus reminded him.
“I know, but it might be nice if you would come to me of your own volition.”
“Oh.”
Caspian smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. “A god might be able to summon a man to his bed, but sometimes I would prefer the one I desire to come to me without being called.”
Phoebus kissed Caspian back. “I shouldn’t have stayed away so long. I guess I thought that after you’d fucked me at the baths, you’d have lost interest in me. You made it clear to me that there were numerous other volunteers to warm your bed.”
“Foolish merman,” Caspian teased. “Come here and let me introduce you to the fine art of frottage.”
“Hmm, I like the sound of that.”
“You’ll like the feel of it even more.”
Phoebus pressed himself against Caspian. He mirrored the god’s moves, letting the more experienced immortal set the pace, as he gave himself over willingly.
“I can’t believe you kept away from me for so long,” Caspian complained.
“Me neither,” Phoebus replied between moans of pleasure. “Maybe you should keep me here until you’re bored with me.”
“I’ll never tire of you,” Caspian said. “But I do like the idea of you staying here on a more permanent basis. My palace has many rooms. I’m sure we can find you one that is suitable.”
Phoebus stilled. “I wasn’t hinting. I’m quite content with my home in the sunken city.”
Caspian kissed his neck and sucked on the skin, hard enough to mark him. “I have many homes. You could keep your place in Atlantis as well as a room here in my palace.”
“Maybe,” Phoebus replied, though he suspected it wouldn’t take much for Caspian to talk him into the idea. A few more kisses and the god could probably convince him to do just about anything.
* * * *
Phoebus managed to hold out for half a season before Caspian talked him into taking rooms on the isle. He followed Caspian into the chamber. The room was small and neatly furnished.
“This will be your room,” Caspian said. “You can come and go from Atlantis as you please by using the crystal portal. As one of my favorites there’s no need for you to make an offering in my temple. The door will always be open.”
Phoebus walked over to the window and looked out at the garden. The neat flowerbeds surrounded a large fountain.
“That’s my private garden,” Caspian explained. “Even my priests stay out of there unless I invite them in with me.”
“I’ll be sure to stay away from it as long as you show me the entrance I need to avoid.”
Caspian wound his arms around Phoebus’ waist. “That wasn’t what I meant. I just wanted you to know that if you need some time alone, you can go there. No other rooms, save my own, look out over the gardens.”
“Thank you,” Phoebus replied as he twisted in Caspian’s embrace and wrapped his arms around the god’s neck. “I’m not sure how much I’ll be here, though. After all, you have perfectly adequate rooms of your own, don’t you?”
“Yes, but sometimes they do become rather crowded.”
Phoebus frowned at the reminder that he wasn’t the only one to share Caspian’s bed. “Is that often the case?”
Caspian’s amused expression told Phoebus the god knew what he was really asking. “Haven’t you heard the stories about the nightly orgies my priests and I engage in?”
“You’re teasing me.”
Caspian chuckled. “Just a little. You shouldn’t believe everything you hear in the taverns.”
Phoebus rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who just said your rooms get crowded.”
“Have you walked in on me with anyone yet?”
“No.”
“And what does that tell you?”
Phoebus shrugged. “That your priests are nimble on their feet?”
“Or perhaps bedding a merman at his sexual peak is enough for me at the moment.”
At the moment. Phoebus tried not to think about what that might mean for their future. “Well, if I should interrupt you when you have other men in your bed, I’ll simply go to the sunken city and sleep on my own sponge.”
Caspian shook his head. “You are remarkably stubborn.”
“So I’ve been told,” Phoebus replied with a smile. “But you know as well as I do that I don’t really need these rooms. You should keep them for someone else.”
“You need them. By providing you with rooms here in my palace, it shows everyone that I hold you in the same high esteem as my priests.”
Phoebus didn’t need reminding about the priests.
“I’ll leave you to settle in,” Caspian said. “I have duties to attend to, but I’ll be back tonight.”
Caspian disappeared out of the door, leaving Phoebus to watch him go.
The god had only been gone a moment or two when Phoebus heard the sound of footsteps approaching. When Rafe walked through the door, Phoebus could barely contain his sigh of frustration. Of all the priests in Caspian’s service, Rafe was his least favorite. The high priest made no effort to hide his contempt for Phoebus or the mer in general.
Without invitation, Rafe stretched out on the circular bed. “It won’t last, you know.”
Phoebus ignored him, though it appeared Rafe didn’t need a reply.
“He’ll tire of you, just as he does everyone else. You’re just a novelty—a merman to warm his bed and suck his cock.”
Phoebus sighed. “I’m well aware of Caspian’s habit of bedding any willing man who crosses his path. I know he’ll become bored with me and move on. I don’t need you to tell me this.”
“If you know this, why are you still here?”
“Because I enjoy spending time with him. Don’t you?”
Rafe snorted. “Not particularly. He’s selfish in bed and ignores me—his high priest—most of the time.”
“Then why act so jealous, if you don’t care for him?”
“I’m not jealous.”
“You act like you are.”
“Well, I’m not. I’m just trying to warn you what he’s like. As his high priest, I have served him in all things for many years. I have seen him bed more men than any other immortal, even the Goddess of Love.”
Phoebus folded his arms across his chest. “Again, you tell me these things as if I don’t already know. I have heard of Caspian’s reputation for myself. I’ll enjoy his attentions while I can, and when he’s grown bored with me, I’ll return to the sunken city permanently and find another lover. I assure you, I won’t linger around here, watching him with other men, while all the time wishing he still wanted me.”
Rafe’s face turned red then white. “You are very outspoken for an uneducated merman.”
“The mer don’t need educating,” Phoebus replied. “We are creatures of the sea and we learn only what we need to survive.”
“Yes, I know, which is why Caspian will grow tired of you even more quickly than he does other men. Uncultured, ignorant, barely more than animals, the mer are unworthy of the attentions of a god. He wouldn’t even be interested in you now if it weren’t for Medina’s love potion.”
“What did you say?” Phoebus hated that he was rising to the bait, but this was the first he had heard of any love potion.
“Ah, Caspian hasn’t told you about it. Everyone on
the isle is aware of it.”
“What are you talking about?”
Rafe gave him a nasty smile. “Medina, Goddess of Love, dosed Caspian with a love potion the day you met him. It had to be strong enough to work on a god, but even the most powerful spell doesn’t last forever. When the potion wears off, Caspian will forget you. That’s how love potions work.”
Phoebus shook his head. “Love potion or not, sooner or later Caspian will lose interest in me and when he is done with me, I’ll leave. Why don’t you try doing the same?”
Rafe stood and sneered down at him. “Just remember… I did warn you.”
Phoebus didn’t need warnings from Rafe. He might be young, but he wasn’t a fool. He knew his time with Caspian was limited. He would just enjoy it while he could.
* * * *
Phoebus ran his fingers down Caspian’s hip, teasing him with the light touches.
Caspian sighed and stretched. “Again?”
Phoebus chuckled. “This close to the mating season, I’m always ready.”
Caspian laughed and rolled Phoebus onto his back. “Lucky for you, we gods have remarkably fast recovery time.”
Normally, at this point Phoebus would spread his legs for Caspian to take him, but tonight he didn’t. “Caspian, have you ever been fucked?”
“What? Where did this come from?”
“Have you?”
“No, of course not.” Caspian kissed his chest and flicked his tongue over a nipple. “I know where my talents lie.”
“You might like it,” Phoebus suggested in between moans at Caspian’s attentions.
“I doubt it. I don’t like giving up control. No god does.”
“Then you don’t like the idea of me being inside you? Filling you with my seed?”
“Not really,” Caspian said. “Why do you ask?”
“I thought you might want me to.”
Caspian gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You give me everything I want, so don’t worry yourself.”
Phoebus knew he should let things go, but he couldn’t. “What if I want to fuck you?”
Caspian drew back. “Do you?”