Lagneia and Lornus

Potho’s lips traced a gentle trail up Hedone’s spine as they lay in the shade of a cypress grove after their love making.

The Goddess stretched, relishing her lover’s attention.

“I like your idea.” she said “Satyrs do always make for willing targets – as do some nymphs.”

“Is it decided then?” Pothos asked as he reached the nape of her neck.

“It is. We should not delay too long, though...” she sighed as Pothos ran his tongue lightly over her ear and his fingers over her scalp through the thick strands of copper hair.

“Not too long.” he rumbled, pressing his erection between her buttocks.

Lagneia, one of the beautiful nymphs of Aphrodite, lay by a pond shielded from view away in the trees. Her breasts and stomach pressed to the warm flat rocks she was letting her body dry in the sun after indulging in the water’s cool embrace.

She had made use of the little time she had to herself, with only Helios in his golden chariot to watch.

The water had been welcoming, soothing on her naked skin.

The chill of the element had sent shivers over her skin, causing her nipples to harden and her breasts to perk up more than usual. As the rippling surface embraced her she had felt the coolness touch her everywhere, like a lover ravishing her body.

The thought caused her body to create its own wetness.

What she would give to be able to admit she wanted this. Wanted to enjoy it.

Her hands had begun wandering all over her, caressing, teasing her, tickling her nipples, sliding down between her thighs, slipping in between her softness and up inside her.

Floating on her back in the secluded pool only the sun’s longing gaze watched her from overhead. Helios would keep her secret.

Her hands moved cunningly, teasing her more, as she made herself gasp and sigh, one hand gently pinching, then twisting a nipple as her fingers moved quicker inside her.

She brought her hand up to her lips, tasting her own, sweet nectar and thought how lovely it might feel for someone to taste it directly from those soft lips down there.

Her hand moved to her breast and now both were stroking, twisting, kneading and caressing her large, firm bosom.

She made the most delicate sounds.

As her hand wandered back between her thighs it halted at her clitoris, that was in want of attention. She rubbed over the small protrusion, gently at first, enjoying the delicious tingling it caused her, then more vigorous.

Her other hand joined then, slipping one finger up inside her again, massaging her from the inside.

The strangest sensation started to build inside her pelvis. A pressure and a pull she had only experienced once before.

Her hands continued their frantic movements and a moment later she started to convulse and yelled out as the pleasure in her own body overtook and nearly drowned her.

She had spent some more time in the pool after that touching and caressing herself indulgently. What would the others think if they knew?

Now, as the glittering water droplets on her body were starting to mix with beading sweat, part of her started to feel guilty and embarrassed.

Helios, yearning for her, sent gentle sun beams to kiss her delicate skin and bather her in otherworldly radiance.

Lagneia stretched languidly, knowing of the sun God’s attention.

Slowly she pushed herself up, raising her perfectly round buttocks skywards, exposing herself, before rolling over onto her back and relaxing down onto the rocks again, her legs slightly parted, absent-mindedly gliding a hand over her breasts before settling down.

The sun’s rays felt a little warmer.

In the shadow of the treeline was another watcher.

And he did not intend to be content with longing gazes.

He coveted the nymph’s perfect breasts and firm round butt-cheeks, he longed to bury his manhood up to the hilt inside her.

It had been so long since he had coupled with a female, let along one this wondrous, even now he was aching for release.

He grabbed hold of his hard shaft, big even in his own hands, and began stroking himself.

From his position he could see the pale bloom between her outstretched legs, as well as the tight pink pucker between her cheeks as she raised herself in a stretch.

His strokes became faster and harder, and as she settled onto her back, her legs slightly spread, his seed burst from his tip and spilled onto the ground.

He bent over breathlessly, furry legs shaking.

What a vixen to taunt him so.

Today, he decided, would be the day. He would wait for Helios to pass from view before acting on his desires.

He eyed the red and white flowers blooming where his seed had hit the ground hungrily – already his manhood was stirring again.

Helios’ heavenly arch began to take him to the far edge of the small clearing, his rays only just creeping over the very tips of the trees as Lagneia once again stretched lasciviously, her hands running over her naked body, enjoying the feeling of her own skin under her soft palms.

She got to her feet and began to dress herself. The crisp white linen of her loose garment contrasting sweetly with her sun-bronzed appearance. Her long dark hair had dried and she artfully pinned it up into a loose knot with wooden combs set with small gems.

She looked around one last time for anything she might have forgotten, hands still wandering, before she set off towards the western edge of the clearing. As she approached the trees she raised her face and smiled once more at Helios before she stepped out of his sight.

She had not gone another two paces when she felt something snag on her robes.

She stopped, cautious not to rip the precious fabric, and found the hem inexplicably caught on some ivy. Lagneia bent down to untangle herself from this predicament.

A moment later she felt how another vine was daintily snaring its way around her ankle.

Hastily she stepped away only to find more of her gown had been ensnared.

With mounting terror she fumbled in an attempt to release herself from her dress, but the cunning vines quickly wrapped themselves all around her until she was completely bound, like a fly in a spider’s web.

She wailed futilely – she had chosen this little pool precisely for its secludedness, there was nobody in haling distance who could have helped her. She struggled feebly.

“Well, well, well, here we are, my beautiful nymph.”

“Lornus!” she gasped as she locked eyes with the satyr strolling leisurely towards her on his bandy goat legs, his erect manhood huge and intimidating.

Her eyes widened and against her better judgement she felt a hot flush of arousal spread over her from between her legs.

“Lornus, I beg you ... It has been five days since the wedding, please, I...” he lay a finger to her lips.

“Hush, my siren, you have only yourself to blame ... and this wonderful body of yours.”

The vines holding her slithered around and twisted her arms gently behind her back, thrusting out her chest.

“Ah, there now...” Lornus let his hands glide over the fabric covering her full, round breasts and then expertly moved the folds of her loose bodice to expose them and proceeded to harass her nipples, causing her all sorts of unwanted sensations.

“Huhhng...” she could not suppress the sigh of pleasure the satyr’s touch coaxed out of her and turned her face away from him.

“Why do you despise me so, my precious?” he asked, as he stepped closer to her, his erection now rubbing against her legs, and leaned in to close his lips around one perky nipple.

She gasped.

“A-hhh I ... I don’t despise you ... husband...” Lagneia squirmed, fighting for mastery over her body.

“What is it then you despise? You made me so drunken on our wedding night that we had no opportunity to consummate our marriage, and then you’ve been hiding from me for days.”

His tongue and clever fingers were overwhelming her with pleasure.

“Ooohhh ... oh husband ... should not a wife be chaste and pure and ... gnnhhh ... a model of virtue and not ... ah ... a wanton harlot, slave to the pleasures of the flesh?”

Lornus straightened up and took half a step back before beginning to unravel the folds of her robe from her body.

“My luscious wife, it seems to me you have spent too many years in the company of humans. Humans always concern themselves with virtue, purity, and morale, when they themselves – especially their males - are of the very basest nature.” he finished undressing her and she stood naked before him.

His erection twitched eagerly as his eyes hungrily took in every inch of her.

Again she squirmed under his gaze, glowing with embarrassment and shame as much as lust.

“You are by your very nature as nymph a creature of pleasure in all it’s beguiling forms, and no greater virtue is there than the worship of what the Gods meant for you.”

He stepped up to her again, his pulsing shaft pressing up against her belly, and raised his hand to her face to turn her lips toward his before kissing her greedily. Lagneia was overcome by want and she pressed herself back into Lornus’ touch, returning his kiss just as greedily.

Lornus’ hands slipped around her slim waist to her back and around her firm buttocks, grabbed onto them and pulled her towards him. He rubbed his manhood up and down between them, causing her sigh and push her breasts forward.

Breathlessly he broke the kiss.

“No greater worship than tasting the nectar from your sweet lips.” he said before going slowly to his knees.

“Lornus, no-oohhhh...” Lagneia’s protest was drowned in a moan of pleasure as Lornus gently skimmed a finger over her vulva. Her knees buckled, but the vines holding her came to her rescue, twisting themselves around her to support her weight, and gently lowering her to the ground, while spreading her legs.

“Do not fret, my beautiful wife, you were made for this and will soon be begging me for more, not less.” Lornus’ flashed her a cheeky smile before dipping his horned head back down between her legs.

Lagneia felt his hands on her thighs, gliding up towards her feminine wetness. Tears of embarrassment brimmed in her eyes.

Mere hours earlier she had imagined this while touching herself in the secrecy of the water, but now that her body welcomed her new husband’s advances so readily she felt as if she was wrong for wanting to enjoy the pleasures he was offering.

She did not have much more time to agonize over anything as Lornus’ fingers reached her vulva.