Hedone & Pothos - A pact of lust and longing

A warm breeze gently brushed through the wheat field as Hedone made her way to the olive grove by the temple of Aphrodite.

She was clad in the fashion of the mortals, robed in yards of crisp white linen artfully draped around her divine body, covering her heaving bosom, swaying hips and soft thighs. The coppery hair curled upon her head and pinned with wooden combs trailed stray curls along her neck and on her left cheekbone.

Dusk was approaching and on this balmy new moon evening in May she was on her way to an engagement that had been set a long time ago.

As Hedone lightly stepped around a bend in the path the grove opened up before her to reveal the temple’s sacred fountain. Her counterpart was already waiting.

Pothos also had donned the garb of the mortals, his form less obscured as was custom for human males, showing his muscular arms and part of his chest. An elegant wildflower crown adorning the dark hair framing his handsome face.

He sat on the half high fountain boarder, one leg drawn up, one hand behind him, the other resting on his raised knee, with his eyes closed he seemed lost in the stillness of the moment.

At the soft crunching of Hedone’s approaching steps he lazily opened his eyes and let his gaze rove over her body.

“Well met, enchanting Hedone, on this auspicious evening.” he greeted her, already feeling a familiar yearning in his loins.

“Well met, handsome Pothos, it has been too long.”

Hedone came to a halt just a few feet from him, admiring his sun-bronzed skin and gold flecked hazel eyes.

“It has taken the mortals longer than anticipated to reach the necessary level of comfort to support our sport.” he mused.

“Indeed. What a shame for the long wait – though all the more enjoyable it will be for us now.”

“Goddess, I have been pondering.”
“Pray do tell.” a mischievous glint came to her green eyes as she sensed his intentions.

“Why limit ourselves to mortals alone? Why not extend our sport to the world of the divine?”
“Lord of Longing, you remember our King’s anger at the beautiful Aphrodite and her son for meddling with the Olympians’ feelings?”

Pothos pouted.

“Why should we be denied our sport just because of other Gods’ indiscretions?”

“I would not want to anger the King – but I agree that we should not limit ourselves ... too much.” she said with an air of conspiracy.

He sat up straighter, intent on her words.

“So what do you suggest, Lady of Pleasures?”
“If we are not to embroil other Gods in our sport, we may still ensnare lesser immortals – nymphs, fauns, dryads, satyrs, ... demigods even. And why not mix them with the mortals?”

Pothos let his foot slip from the fountain wall and leaned back on both hands considering the idea with glee.

“What a delightfully delicious idea, my Lady.”
Hedone’s eyes glittered with pleasure and excitement, her body reacting to the ideas and the imagery they conjured up in her mind’s eye.

“Do you have anything particular in mind, my Lord of Yearning?”

Pothos’ eyes darkened.

“Why don’t I show you, my Lady?”

He got up from where he was perched on the edge of the fountain and stepped towards her.

His erection had been building during their conversation and was now visible even through the heavy robes.

Hedone noticed and licked her full red lips in greedy anticipation.

Pothos stepped close to her and raised his hands to undo a knot in her garment and expose her heavy breasts.

“More than worthy of a Goddess of pleasure” he said, looking her in the eye.

“You honour your reputation as the God of sexual longing...” she gave back as she raised her hands in turn to fully uncover is muscular torso and let her hands slide lightly over his chest and abdomen and towards the waist line of the robes that still covered his lower half.

He breathed out sharply.

“Goddess, I have yearned for you...”

“As I have for you.” she breathed as she grabbed his hands and laid them on her breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive.

“Hedone...” his eyes were hazy with lust and desire for her.

“I am pleasure itself, Pothos, take me and our pact will be sealed. Engage with me in the carnal pleasures and I will make your wildest pleasures come true.”
All scheming left his mind as he was faced with the ultimate destiny of the centuries long build-up of his desire.

He lunged forward into her waiting arms and dove into a passionate, hungry kiss from the cherry lips of his lover, pressed himself up against her.

She was not shy in returning his fervour, eagerly returning his kiss, her hands roaming over his body.

Just as she released the last knot in his robes he swept her up without breaking the kiss, and carried her away to the seclusion of the olive trees, where a soft bed of moss and creeping thyme awaited them.

Pothos laid her down before discarding the now lose clothing restricting him and stood under her waiting gaze for a moment.

He stood tall above her, his body exuding lust and longing, his erection twitching with anticipation.

Hedone bit her lower lip as she scrunched up the fabric still enveloping her, her round breasts pushing together, her womanhood hot and wet.