When the Gods Come Out to Play
Copyright© 2024 by Ravenna Di Grigori
Ophitus and Deidara
Erotica Sex Story: Ophitus and Deidara - A collection of stories inspired by Greek legend and mythology. The Goddess of pleasure and the God of sexual longing have decided that manipulating the feelings of lust between mortals and immortals would make for excellent entertainment, and so all sorts of wondrous encounters ensue. Some will be more graphic than others, some will be romantic, some will be rather rapey, some will be closer related to mythology, and some purely fiction.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Rape Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Wimp Husband Humiliation Light Bond Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Oral Sex
Pothos’ brow was furrowed as he considered Hedone’s proposal.
“Offspring of one of Zeus’ mortal sons, you say?”
“Yes, one who’s ambition is to make a name for himself and his lineage.”
“And he has thus far been ... unsuccessful?”
“Quite ... he relishes dominance. It might be ... interesting.”
Pothos’ brows drew upwards as he turned to his lover.
Hedone’s naked breasts shimmered in the golden morning light filtering through the curtains of their pergola.
“You intrigue me!”
A mischievous and indulgent smile crept across the goddess’s lips.
“That is why you want me, is it not?”
Overcome with passion Pothos dove for her and they plunged into yet another passionate love making.
~ Ophitus and Deidara ~
Ophitus looked out over the valley as it was plunged into early morning light, his naked skin prickling goosebumps against the lingering night chill.
He had camped out in the forest after fulfilling his latest assignment.
A malicious and enormous old bore had been wreaking havoc on the nearby village, destroying crops and attacking woodsmen.
He resented these petty chores that, in his eyes, weren’t worthy of a forgotten son of the mighty Hercules. Townsfolk and villagers alike paused in awe and then almost fell to their knees, bowing to the presence of the divine in their midst.
Ophitus harboured mostly contempt for these sycophants.
His Olympian ancestry did, however, have its merits.
Beautiful maidens would almost throw themselves at him, and he had been propositioned by more than one noble to take their daughter’s hand in marriage.
They were mostly simpering fools in Ophitius’ eyes.
He desired neither riches nor a beautiful wife.
His appetites lay elsewhere.
After a hearty breakfast of slightly burnt bore meat and bread Ophitus tied the severed head of the creature on a long rope to his saddle to drag behind him to the village. He did not wish to soil his garb or his horse with blood.
By the time he reached the village it was close to noon, and the boar’s head was the worse for ware.
As he passed the outskirts of the first fields some of the village’s young boys caught sight of him and by the time he reached the village square there was a throng of people clapping and praising the hero who had rid them of the menace to their lives and livelihoods.
“Praise be to Zeus that he directed your way to our village, mighty Ophitus!” the village speaker Boreas, a stout man in his late 50s, called as he hurried towards him.
“My noble lord, please, if you will follow me to the administration chambers.”
Boreas advised as he bowed before Ophitus’ horse.
The hero followed the elder amidst much applause and admiration from the crowd.
Boreas tossed a coin pouch onto the table between them. It gave a satisfying thud as the leather hit the wood.
“There you are, 30 silver pieces as agreed - the remainder of your ... fee ... is waiting in the gardens of my estate.” Boreas said with a touch of bitterness.
Ophitus scooped up the pouch and weighed it in his hand before tying it to his belt.
“Excellent, my good Boreas. I shall make my way to your home before I take my leave. I will be gone before nightfall.”
“You have mine and the village’s thanks.” the older man gave a sour parting.
Ophitus lips curled into a vicious smile as he turned his back on the stony faced elder and left the room.
Boreas’ home was easily the most lavish in the village.
Ophitus was greeted by servants at the gate, who took his horse and directed him to the small but well kept garden of the estate.
There, by an artificial pond, Ophitus found Deidara, Boreas’ young second wife.
She was wearing a light wrap, pinned with a simple needle at one shoulder, in preparation for the encounter.
Ophitus stealthily made his way over to her, while she gazed absent-mindedly into the water.
As he stepped up behind her and made his presence known she startled and attempted to turn to face him.
“Ssshhh...” he purred, quickly placing his hands on her shoulders to stop her movement.
Ophitus stepped closer still and let his hands glide down her arms and back up again before pulling the needle out of the fabric with a quick movement, causing the wrap to fall to the floor.
Deidara gasped with shock and wasn’t quick enough to catch the falling fabric.
“Never mind that, you won’t be needing it for a while.” Ophitus rumbled in her ear.
The young woman turned to him trembling, dark eyes wide, and awkwardly attempting to cover herself with her hands.
She had a full figure with wide hips and ample breasts.
Ophitus tutted.
“You are wasted on that old man, girl. Today I will show you what a true man is...”
Deidara swallowed.
“Yes, lord.” she said, averting her gaze.
“Why so shy, girl?”
He reached for her chin and gently forced her eyes up to meet his.
“Are you afraid to gaze upon the man who will fill you with a child?” he said, reaching for her breast and teasing a nipple.
“No, lord,” she squirmed “it is just ... My husband. I am a married woman and...”
“And your husband agreed to let me take you as part of my reward for ridding the village of the boar.” he purred.
She swallowed again.
“Yes, lord.”
“Now, let us begin.” he said and leaned in to kiss her, laying both hands on her breasts.
Again she squirmed.
Ophitus pulled away.
“Ah, soft but firm” he said with a crooked smile before he leaned in to suck on one of the large nipples “and sweet. Boreas is a lucky man, he gets to fuck you whenever he wants. I only get you today, so I will have to make the most of it.”
Her eyes were swimming in tears.
“Whatever you wish, lord.”
“That’s right. Now kneel for me...”
Deidara got to her knees and Ophitus uncovered his already erect manhood.
As she saw his large penis Deidara’s eyes widened with fear.
“Not a sight you’ve ever seen, a large cock like this.”
She shook her head.
“Good. I will take you in every way imaginable today, so you should hope your husband has no need for you for the next few days. I will fuck each of your holes, my pretty little nymph, and in nine months you will give birth to my bastard.”
He caressed her lips with a thumb as he spoke, enjoying the fear in her eyes.
“Now open your mouth.” he commanded.
Deidara obeyed and Ophitus stepped forward, guiding the tip of his penis into her mouth with one hand while holding on to her dark hair with the other.
He pushed himself forward, deep into her mouth, till she began to struggle and tried to pull back.
“No use fighting it, you are mine to do with as I please for today.” he purred, and gave a sharp thrust that made her gag.
“It’s not even all the way in ... Your husband really seems to be inadequate.” he mocked and started to thrust in and out of her mouth in long, slow strokes.
Tears were running down Deidara’s face.
Ophitus relished playing with her and her expectations.
He continued his thrusting for a while, not wishing to let her catch her breath just yet.
When he finally decided it was time for a first release, he increased his pace, smacking the tip of his penis against the back of her throat with every thrust.
He timed it perfectly.
Ophitus stepped back just as he started to ejaculate, spattering the woman’s face and breasts with thick strings of sticky semen.
Deidara looked up at him in stunned confusion.
“We’re off to a good start, my pretty nymph.” he taunted while the woman still looked up at him. “Now be a good girl and fetch me some fruit and wine to refresh myself before we continue our revels.”
“Yes, Lord.” she said shakily as she struggled to her feet and reached for the wrap lying in the dust to cover herself on her way to the kitchen.
Quick as a flash Ophitus snatched the wrap away from her.
“Oh no. You go as you are. I want your servants to see what their master has agreed to ... what he allows to happen to his wife.”
“Yes, Lord.” she sobbed, clutching and unclutching her hands as she made her way to the house.
“That took you long enough.” Ophitus said as Deidara set down a tray with fruit, a pitcher with wine, and a cup by the bench he was lounging on.
He had undressed and his bronzed skin glistened with sweat in the midday heat.
“Sorry my lord.”
“Whatever. Now stand over there with your back to me, legs apart and bend over. I want something to look at while I rest.”
“Yes, lord.”
The spot he had indicated was at the opposite end of the bench, half a pace away from the stone arm rest.
Deidara took up position and leaned her torso forward.
“I said bend over. I want you spread open with your holes on show.”
Her reluctance aroused him.
She slowly bent forward at the hip, the movement spreading apart her full butt cheeks and putting everything on display.
“You look tight, little nymph. I think you will make a pleasing fuck.”
She failed to stifle a sob.
“Have you no manners? What do you say when someone pays you a compliment?”
“Th-thank you, l-lord.”
“There we are. Was that so hard?”
Ophitus was enjoying himself.
“Now entertain me, massage your anus.” he commanded through a mouthful of grapes.
Again she obeyed, reaching back with her left hand, stroking and massaging her anus.
It did not take long for Ophitus’ penis to react to the spectacle, plumping up again and soon swelling into another intimidatingly large erection.
“Touch yourself with your other hand. I want you to be aroused.”
“Yes, Lord.”
With her right hand she reached between her legs, starting to massage her clitoris and labia.
A malicious grin spread over Ophitus’ face as he heard a tiny sigh of pleasure.
He hoisted himself up and, half sitting down onto the arm rest of the bench, positioned himself behind Deidara pushing her forward.
“Starting to enjoy yourself, are you?” he asked in a low murmur as he placed his hands on her firm buttocks and started kneading.
“Lord?”
“I want you to climax while I fuck you, you hear?”
“But, lord, I...”
“Don’t talk back!” he snapped with a sharp slap to her ass cheek.
“AH!” she yelped.
“I want you to climax on my cock while I fuck you. And I won’t stop fucking you till you do...” he threatened as he ran a finger over her anus.
“But first, I will fuck this hole.” he declared and plunged a finger into her ass.
Deidara cried out again, more in surprise, and reflexively tried to step away.
Ophitus quickly grabbed her hair and yanked back her head, pushing a second finger into her ass.
“Foolish girl, you can’t escape me.” he said sweetly.
“Please, lord...” she sobbed.
“Hush, you will do as I say, as your husband agreed you would.”
He let go of her hair and leaned back against the arm rest again, twisting his fingers inside her and making her squirm.
“Don’t try to run again, prizes don’t run from the one who won them.”
“Yes, lord!” she whimpered.
“Good.”
He continued with his handy work, feeling his cock become harder.
Then he removed his fingers.
“Bend over again.”
She did.
“Oh, you harlot, so wet from my fingers in your ass...”
“Yes, lord.” she whispered.
“You like being touched rough, don’t you.”
She swallowed.
“Answer me.” he slapped her right buttock again.
“AH - YES LORD.” she yelped.
“Good. Then you’ll enjoy what comes next.”
With his left hand he pushed her backwards and downwards, with his right hand he directed his hard shaft so he could make her sit down on it, sinking it into her anus.
She gave a guttural moan.
“What a whore you are!” Ophitus pressed out, Deidara’s anus tight around him.
“Now dance on my cock.”
She obeyed, moving up and down in his lap, grunting softly with every move.
Ophitus reached to her front and grabbed hold of her tits, lightly pinching the nipples between his fingers.
She moaned with pain and lust.
Deidara was turning out to be a better fuck than he had expected.
He snaked his right hand down between her thick thighs and started rubbing her clitoris.
“I want you to practice that climax I’ll want from you later.” he rumbled in her ear.
“Yes, lord.” she moaned and repositioned herself a little, angling her legs differently and arching her back.
Ophitus started thrusting upwards.
The combined actions made her orgasm after only a few moments.
“Well done. Now it’s my turn.”
Holding her in place, her buttocks pressed against his loins, he got up and turned them around so that he could fuck her bent over the back of the bench.
He rode her brutally but briefly while her grunts quickly turned into yelps and screams before, all too soon, his semen bust from his glans again, groin twitching, stomach muscles spasming.
Ophitus stood, catching his breath for a moment before pulling out of her and she stood up and turned to him, eyes downcast.
“That was surprisingly good. I would not have imagined that a pious wife like yourself would so willingly let herself be fucked by a stranger and find enjoyment in it.”
His hand was on her breast again, working a nipple.
Deidara blushed violently.
“My ... my ... husband didn’t marry me to ... fulfil all marital duties, lord. He just needed someone to run the household. He has not come to my bed since our wedding night...” she spoke in hushed tones.
A sly smile twisted Ophitus’ features.
“I knew the old cock wasn’t up to it – otherwise he would not have agreed to my terms so easily.”
Deidara looked up at his triumphant face and smiled sadly.
“Even this is better than nothing at all.” she whispered and cast her gaze down again.
Ophitus cocked his head and briefly thought about the situation and what he had just learned.