by Liz Everly
As she reached the other side where Dionysus awaited, she noticed his dark, lustful gaze as she strode toward him. He was still fully clothed and a surge of longing for him to be as naked as she engulfed her like a wave. She slowed as she approached, swaying her hips to entice him. He reached for her when she neared, but she purposely stayed just beyond his outstretched hand.
"It's your turn, my king," she said softly. "Strip for me."
He drew in a sharp breath at her seductive words, but they served their desired effect. Never breaking eye contact, Dionysus began removing his robes. With one hand he reached to his shoulder and unclasped the jewel-encrusted fastening that held the garment together. Folds of draped material slid down his torso, revealing the most perfect man Faith had ever laid eyes on. She took her gaze on an erotic journey, traveling over wide, powerful shoulders and rock hard pecs before moving down along the ladder of sculpted abdominal muscles. She sucked in a breath.
"Like what you see?"
She shrugged, biting her lip. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" His eyes widened. "You don't know?"
"I need to see more. To be certain."
Her words brought a smile to his lips. "Then of course, my queen," he murmured. "Let me honor your most noble request."
He undid the belt at his waist and the rest of the garment dropped to the floor, giving Faith a clear view of everything her god and lover had to offer. It was, she decided, a bounteous feast. He was built like a stallion, rippling with steely muscle. His thighs were cut like marble, as were his calves, looking as if he could bench press a house. But in spite of the glory on display before her, Faith's gaze was riveted to his thick, aroused cock.
"For you," he murmured, noting the path of her vision. He turned toward the bed and with one hand lifted aside the gauze curtain.
"Come," he nodded to Faith. "Let us begin."
It seemed almost off-putting to be so official about the proceedings, but once Faith climbed into bed, Dionysus ensured that her world exploded in a dance of carnal lust.
They knelt on the bed facing each other. Though he towered above her even while kneeling, Dionysus brought his hands to either side of her face, softly caressing her skin as he leaned down to capture her lips. His kiss was at first gentle as rain, a tantalizing sample of the passion that he held, for the moment, in check. With the tip of his tongue he gently swept her lips, painting them with moisture. He probed at the slight gap where they parted, requesting admittance. Faith sighed, opening her mouth wider, and felt the sensual slide of Dionysus' tongue against hers.
His hands slipped down to caress her shoulders and then along her arms. Goosebumps dimpled her skin at his gentle, erotic touch. Still kneeling before each other, Dionysus slid his hands between their bodies and skated the tips of his fingers over her aching breasts. She shivered and moaned, pressing herself against his hands. With his thumb and forefinger he lightly pinched her nipples, causing her to gasp. All around her, she heard echoes of the same, a seductive reminder that they were not alone.
As Dionysus continued caressing her breasts, she turned her head to look across at the gathered crowd of followers. Every eye was upon them, gazes unwavering. Many were idly fondling others as they watched, but they kept their worshipful focus unblinkingly aimed at Faith and her lover god. At that moment, he, too, looked out at the crowd.
"Watch as I take your queen," he told them, eliciting a sultry moan from the nymphs. Then he returned his focus to Faith. He circled one hand behind her head and brought her lips toward him, his touch no longer gentle. He ground his mouth against hers, branding her with the heat of his kiss. His tongue plunged between her parted lips, roughly possessing her. He was on fire, letting his followers know whom he claimed as queen. The roar of blood whooshed in Faith's ears as her heartbeat raced. She moaned into his mouth, feeling a gush of wetness slicken her thighs. Dionysus slid his hand between them.
"Wider," he growled. Excited by his forceful command, she granted his wish and spread her knees farther apart. As soon as she did so, Dionysus slid his hand between her parted thighs and sank two fingers deep into her pussy.
"Ah!" She cried out, breaking away from his kiss. For a moment she opened her eyes, enough to see the nymphs getting more aroused with each passing second. Many of them now had their clothes at least partially off, yet despite their eagerness for one another, they were more eager still to witness the consummation of their queen.
Dionysus ground his fingers against her, thrusting deeply. As he did so he made certain that his palm slapped repeatedly at her clit. She cried out, knees trembling as her orgasm built. In the distance she heard the nymph's low moans, as if they, too, shared her pleasure. Her hips swayed against Dionysus hand's and he responded by adding a third finger and stretching her wide. He swirled his tongue around her stiff, aching nipple before sucking it slowly between his lips. Faith wove her fingers through his silky hair as he did so, bringing his mouth more firmly against her breast.
"More," she gasped, letting her head fall back as she ground against him. She no longer cared who saw her, she was about to explode. Suddenly she felt a new invasion, as Dionysus' other hand roamed across her ass and then parted her cheeks, slipping just the tip of one finger inside.
She shattered, screaming out her release as wave after torrential wave of pleasure engulfed her. Riding out the throbbing pulses, she clung to Dionysus as if he were a lifeline amidst the violent storm of her climax. When at last the shudders calmed, Dionysus shifted position on the bed, guiding her down so she lay propped, half sitting, against the mountain of pillows. He knelt beside her, spreading tender kisses everywhere as she brought her breathing under control. Yet all the while he kept her aroused, teasing and pinching her still-swollen nipples.
"You're beautiful when you come," he murmured against her lips. "I want to see that again."
"Not yet," she replied, pushing against his chest. "First your people must see their king's pleasure."
She reached between their bodies to fist his cock. With her finger she spread the warm drop of pre-cum all around the thick head, moistening him. Then she commanded him the same way he'd done to her.
"Rise." Immediately he understood what she wanted. Going up on his knees, he moved toward Faith, grasping the headboard while positioning himself right before her eager lips. She slid the palms of her hands along his thighs, caressing the bulging muscle and sinewy flesh before bending forward to take his stiff cock into her warm, willing mouth.
He cried out as she took him, thrusting both hands into her hair to guide her head. She used her tongue to stroke his thick length while with one hand she caressed and cradled his balls, pleased by his low groan. Instinctively she knew what he liked, as if they had mated many times before. Perhaps, as she'd thought earlier, it was all tied in with her destiny.
He picked up a rhythm, slowly pulling his cock almost completely out of her mouth before sensuously sliding back in. She relaxed her throat, taking his thick length deeper as her other hand skimmed along the tightly bunched muscles of his ass. His heady musky scent perfumed the air around them, growing sharper and more concentrated as his arousal grew. She breathed in deeply as she continued to pleasure him, wanting to draw in Dionysus' scent, to surround herself with his manly fragrance.
She pressed her hands against his ass, bringing him closer to her as he swelled within her mouth. His balls tightened and she knew he was close. She lifted her gaze and saw his carnal pleasure reflected back at her. His eyes had gone black with lust, his lips were parted as he groaned low in his throat. He kept one hand cradled against the back of her head, holding her steady as his thrusts grew quicker. She readied herself for the warm gush of his seed, but just as she thought he would find his release, he withdrew from her lips.
Rivulets of sweat trickled down the sides of his face and his chest rose and fell with his ragged breaths. He bent down and positioned himself alongside Faith on the bed.
"You are so amazing, my stunning queen, lik
e nothing I have ever experienced."
His attention was focused back on her breasts, murmuring soft words to her as he kissed and lathed her swollen nipples. Faith cried out, her breasts so sensitive that his caresses triggered low pulses throughout her body, especially in her groin. Her hips swayed against the bed, inviting him to join her.
"Take me," she begged. "I need you inside me."
"It is time," he agreed, lifting his head. Then, to her shock, Dionysus looked out at the spectators and snapped his fingers, as if giving some type of signal. Immediately six nymphs, three women and three men, reverentially climbed the stairs and approached the bed. As soon as they'd reached it, they removed their clothing.
Faith bolted upright. "What are they doing?" She had an odd urge — considering what had just been taking place — to hold the sheet up to her breasts and shield them.
"They are the chosen witnesses," Dionysus explained.
"There aren't enough witnesses already?"
"These six are my oldest followers, some older than I. By rights it is they who confirm to the others that the consummation has taken place and that you are my queen. Therefore, they are granted special seating at the event."
The chosen nymphs smiled upon Faith with beatific radiance. Then one of the men said, "We worship you already, our queen. Your crowning is a glorious occasion and we are honored to be a part of it."
Their obvious respect for her combined with the fact that these nymphs were as naked as she made Faith's embarrassment wane. She relaxed against the pillows. Dionysus, evidently convinced that her concerns had vanished, returned his attention to Faith.
"Now," he murmured, moving down the bed to position his head between her thighs, "where were we?" His tongue swiped at her wet folds. She moaned and arched against him, immediately desperate for more of his sensual seduction. He teased, drawing out her arousal, using the tip of his tongue to stroke her pussy and then circle around her clit, causing her hips to sway against the bed.
Dionysus placed a hand on either side of her thighs, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. "See how she flows!" he called out, and as Faith opened her eyes she saw the chosen nymphs crowd closer to the foot of the bed in order to gaze with adoration upon her wet pussy. Her cheeks burned, but she was at the same time so aroused that she no longer cared who saw. She only knew that she needed her lover god inside of her.
"Fuck me now!" she commanded, losing patience for the pomp and ceremony. The nymphs circled the bed, two of them standing on either side and the remaining two staying at the foot. Dionysus crept forward, his thick cock jutting out. She felt cool hands circle her wrists, and to her surprise Faith realized that the nymphs were holding her down. For one moment she fought against their restraint, but as she looked at Dionysus she realized this was all some weird part of the ceremony. He smiled at her, dark lust shining in his eyes, then he turned to the male nymph standing beside him.
"Ensure I am ready for my queen," he said, his gaze never leaving Faith's. As she watched, the male nymph knelt, turning his face toward Dionysus, and in one smooth motion took the entire length of the king's enormous cock into his mouth.
Dionysus cried out, consumed with obvious pleasure. With one hand he steadied the nymph's head while he thrust into his mouth. A shard of jealousy stabbed Faith at seeing someone else pleasuring her king, but at the same time she was wildly aroused. Her hips slowly gyrated upon the bed and in response the male nymph attending her slid his hand down to her clit, stroking her lightly as she watched her lover being pleasured. Dionysus' nymph expertly fondled the king's balls as he sucked his swollen cock. After only a minute, he stopped what he was doing and stood, looking out upon the crowd.
"Our mistress is an expert in the art of love," he announced. "The king is well prepared, needing nothing further to begin."
A great cheer arose from the multitude. Dionysus smiled, but his attention never waved from Faith. He fisted his cock with one hand while the other caressed her spread thighs. Once more she arched her hips, needing him inside of her, and this time he complied with her demand. Positioning himself between her legs, he teased the opening of her pussy with the head of his thick cock. Then, in a single movement, he thrust his hips forward and buried himself inside of her.
"Ah!" She cried out, the combination of deep pleasure and pain overwhelming her. Like the rest of him, Dionysus' dick was enormous and at first he did not move, giving her time to adjust to his size. As she relaxed around him, smooth hands and lips began caressing her everywhere. The nymphs had crawled atop the bed, keeping her pinned down by using their bodies to press her arms against the mattress while they kissed and stroked her face, breasts, and stomach. Her senses rocketed to overdrive, heartbeat slamming in her chest. Never before had she felt so flooded with sensation. Every nerve ending in her body crackled with desire. Helpless to do anything but succumb to the erotic journey, her jaw fell slack as she groaned in blissful agony.
Slowly Dionysus began to thrust, his stiff cock nearly sliding all the way out before he drove himself forward, deliciously pounding Faith's eager pussy. Each of her nipples was sucked by a different nymph; a man on her right side and a female on her left. Both nymphs were nearly as gorgeous as Dionysus himself, as if they'd all been pulled from elite modeling agencies. The female who sucked her nipple had full, supple lips and Faith realized she yearned for the woman's kiss. The nymph looked up, a sparkle in her arresting blue eyes, as if she'd heard Faith's thoughts. A seductive smile played about her mouth as she leaned forward to place her warm lips against Faith's.
Her kiss was moist and deeply erotic. She had lips as soft as rose petals. A woman's kiss is different, Faith thought in a rapturous haze. Her passion soared when the nymph slipped her tongue into Faith's mouth and she kissed her back in a heated frenzy. At the same time Dionysus picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder as his arousal grew. She heard his ragged panting while she continued kissing the female nymph. Lips and tongues licked and nibbled at her breasts. Suddenly she felt a slick finger beginning to stroke her clit and she broke away from the kiss, groaning in ecstasy.
The scene before her was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Dionysus held her legs apart at the ankles, keeping her spread wide as he thrust. Each of her breasts was licked and sucked by a lustful nymph. A third one, a young man who mirrored the classical beauty in Renaissance paintings, was the one who fingered her clit, his magnificent touch about to send her once more over the edge. The other chosen witnesses, the third woman and remaining two men, gave their attention to Dionysus, stroking and kissing the perfect muscled flesh of his chest, back, and ass while he made love to her. His queen.
The music she'd heard earlier had returned, flutes and ceremonial drums, and mixed in with instruments were voices, hundreds of them. As she and Dionysus coupled the crowd of nymphs began to chant, low and hypnotic but growing louder and more frenzied as the sexual passion grew.
Her king's groans increased as he drove into her, his chest heaving as he thrust. His release was near, as was hers. The male nymph stroking her clit was in perfect harmony with her needs. He increased pressure, grinding his hand against her as her orgasm loomed. She burned with sexual heat, never more aroused in her entire life. Her eyes fluttered closed and she rocked against Dionysus, her scorched body meeting his every thrust.
The warm wet mouths of the nymphs continued to suck her nipples, their teeth lightly scraping the sensitive skin to drive soaring pulses of pleasure straight to her groin. She sobbed against the overwhelming passion flooding her body, desperate for the release hovering just moments away. The frenzied drumming grew louder and faster, rhythmic, heavy beats that echoed throughout the forest in perfect synch with their coupling. Layered in with the music were hundreds of breathy sighs and groans, a telltale indication of the activity surrounding them.
Faith let her head fall to the side and looked out upon a sumptuous array of lovemaking. Couples, trios, and groups all pleasured one another.
Directly before the dais, a woman positioned on all fours took her lover's cock in her mouth while a second man thrust at her from behind. To the right a stunningly beautiful female nymph lay on her back, her head resting in a young man's lap as he fed her grapes while a second woman enthusiastically licked her pussy.
Mischievous laughter caught Faith's attention. A short distance away she spotted a group of male nymphs who had captured one of their own, blindfolded and handcuffed him to a tree, then took turns thrusting their stiff cocks into his eager ass. The nymph being pleasured groaned with erotic bliss as his partners plowed him. While she watched, Faith saw one of the nymphs who had already spilled his seed step over to the handcuffed nymph and begin sucking his cock.
Suddenly Dionysus' groans rose above all other sound. His pace turned frenetic, stretching her legs as wide as possible as he pistoned away, the swell of his thick cock filling her completely. Pinpricks of light flashed behind her closed eyes. She was so close. The male nymph rubbed harder, his knowing fingers going just where she wanted. She arched against him, giving herself one extra bit of pressure until at last she exploded with release, shuddering as fierce contractions racked her body. Second later, Dionysus' roar filled the forest.
"I make you my queen!" he cried, and as Faith gazed upon him she saw him tremble and throw his head back, his mouth falling open as he was consumed by the powerful orgasm. Without warning she herself was seized by a violent, second climax, this one ten times more forceful than the one she'd had only seconds before.
She screamed with pleasure, wildfire roaring through her body. At that same moment the forest reverberated with cries of rapture as the hundreds of mating nymphs found their release, collectively gripped in the seductive throes of climax. Faith thrashed against the pillows, her body shaking as if by an outside force. Suddenly a blinding streak of lightning lit up the forest, followed by fierce crashes of thunder, one boom more severe than the last, like the final triumphant notes at the culmination of a symphony. Faith cried out, sobbing as currents of the most sublime pleasure she'd ever known cascaded over her.