Eom Bk 2: Favored and Forgotten
Copyright© 2026 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 1: The Line of Elysía
Mythology Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Line of Elysía - With humanity rising and Prometheus bound in endless torment, Zeus entrusts Apollo, Hermes, and Athena to guide mortals while he indulges himself. Over centuries, the gods grow more fascinated with humanity. Ixion is welcomed on Olympus while Demeter fears for Persephone. Meanwhile, Zeus and Hera’s quiet personal struggles threatens to reshape Olympus, the Underworld, and the fate of gods and mortals alike.
Caution: This Mythology Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Science Fiction Paranormal Cheating BTB Cream Pie First Pregnancy Big Breasts Small Breasts Geeks Politics Royalty Transformation Violence
“The men don’t matter.”
— Giacomo Casanova (as portrayed by David Tennant), Casanova, Episode 1 (originally broadcast March 13, 2005, on BBC Three). Written by Russell T Davies; directed by Sheree Folkson. Produced by BBC Wales for the BBC. © 2005 British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC). All rights reserved.
The waters were still when she entered them.
It was almost as if a supernatural peace had been bestowed upon the lake that the Oathfolk used when purifying those who would take the rites of their order.
The Oathfolk were a people that had taken vows in honor to serve the gods of Olympus. At first, they were simply a small village that was led by their matriarch, Elysía. Her son had supposedly been the product of a relationship with Zeus, the king of the gods.
While most other mortals balked at this claim, there were reportedly times of great need in his life, whether spurred on by rage or sorrow, that lightning flashed in his eyes or a storm formed over his head during what was once a clear sky.
If other humans had been in need of providence, the shift in weather was proof enough.
At first, Elysía’s son abused this privilege by having my offspring, but when they found the children did not inherit any power from Olympus as Prôtos had. Rather than making the village fall apart, Elysía refocused this growing populace to focus their loyalty and service to the gods of Olympus.
After thousands of years, and many generations, Semele was a woman who was proud to say that she was a descendent of Prôtos and Elysía.
She observed the shallow basin of carved stone, which was fed by a narrow stream that slipped down from the hills above. The clear and cold waters were scarcely touched by the hands of men.
She moved slowly, with intention.
This was an honor bestowed upon her for her loyal service to the order and by extension to Olympus. She was a woman who told the neighboring villages and settlements of the gods of the mighty mountain. It had been her honor to let them know of the Sky Father and his many children.
Some men had learned of some of the gods’ names, like Apollo, Prometheus, Athena, but above all, there was Zeus. He was the mighty Sky Father who ruled over the heavens and all that was below it according to her priestly teachers.
What she did in those moments was not for comfort but rather preparation.
The thin fabric of her gown, pale and sheer, clung to her form as the water embraced her.
Holding back a breath, she did not react as she walked herself into this pool, for this was a privilege so few were allowed. She was cleaning away the stench of failing humanity. Never might she be worthy of being a god, but the little bit of Zeus that ran through her veins would shine all the more through because she had the control to hold back her human weakness and deny the coldness.
The garment did not conceal her so much as soften her. What was potentially pretty would be seen as beautiful. What might be seen as enticing would be altered into alluring.
Her dark hair fell over her shoulders and down her back, catching droplets that traced quiet paths along her skin and fabric.
She dipped her hands into the basin and lifted the water, letting it fall over her arms, her face, and her throat.
This was a ritual of purification.
Simple in its motion but slow and deliberation in its action.
No one would see her perform this ancient rite of passage other than the gods, who could observe her even from the moment.
One could only understand the necessity of this act when they understood that someone was their most true self when they made choices that no other mortal could see or appreciate.
This was for herself and the rulers of the mountain.
The oils had already been worked into her skin. She could not be sure what made up the tinctures, but she knew that olive and resin were involved. Helping prepare the oils for other initiates was an honor she had participated in when she was a child, but in those intimate moments, she could smell the aromatic, faint traces of some rarer component that carried in the blend.
Passing this act down through generations had been something Elysía had ordered. Was this how she captured the eye of Zeus? Perhaps, this was a reminder that water came from the rain, and rain only came from the very same clouds that the thunder and lightning hailed from. The power of a tempest was summoned only by one. He was the ruler of the summit that looked down upon all of Greece.
While no living mortal could recall exactly why such care had once been required in the oils and the clothed bathing, the gods understood why this must be done, and what was more, Semele was proud to do this act for them.
Few in her line had ever questioned the process; after all, so few had ever been honored to see these waters. Only one in two or three generations was afforded this rite.
Above her, the sky stretched wide and unbroken.
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