Back in Egypt, Demetrius slept deeper than he had ever slept in his life. Exhausted beyond human endurance, his body covered in hundreds of bite marks and scratches from the innumerable women he had serviced on this journey up the Nile, he was lost in a complete deep, dreamless and completely unconscious state. His body showed the marks of his labors as each scar, scratch and bite mark was well earned. During the two week cruise up the Nile, He had lovingly tended to all of their erotic needs, the women biting and scratching his body in appreciative animalistic reactionary passion to his extremely talented tongue. Laying prone on a large circular silken bed, even if he had been awake he would have been able to move, covered as he was by the last twelve beautiful women who had wanted one more "test" with the Princess's toy.
With almost everyone on board asleep, the barge was very quiet in the dock of Luxor, the only sound heard being the gentle slapping of low waves of the river against the side of the ship. Snoring lightly, Demetrius suddenly gasped for air as an unknown female foot planted onto his face, inadvertently closing his nostrils as its beautiful owner turned to snooze deeper herself. As the chief guard entered the bedroom, clapping her hands loudly to wake the slaves, she smirked at the sight of a large pile of satisfied, snoozing women heaped onto the handsome sleeping body of Demetrius. Feeling her own pussy throb as she viewed him, she was extremely grateful that she too had had her turn in his bed. Grinning, she reminisced about how his superhuman erotic skills on her body had more than lived up to her wildest erotic expectations and had to fight the urge to leap onto his face for one more ride.
"Girls, Girls, GIRLS!!!! Get up and get off the Princess's property RIGHT NOW!" she barked as the slaves slowly, reluctantly and very sadly, woke and began to slip off of his body one by one.
The slave girls did not go quickly, and each lingered and kissed Demetrius as she was reluctantly pulled off by the guards. Waking now, Demetrius could not help but grin as he saw a dark haired full breasted beauty struggle to keep her lips clamped on his cock as two guards struggled to pull her off of the bed. Sitting up on his elbows, he winked at the guard, who despite the grim exterior of her outward demeanor blushed as she remembered his handsome face buried in her throbbing cooch.
Trying hard to maintain her composure with such delightful images flitting through her mind, the chief guard forced a frown onto her face and ordered two other guards to place his wrists and neck into a wooden stockade. As soon as the stock closed, Demetrius looked up at his captors in shock and disbelief as he thought for certain these methods would not be deemed necessary given his loyal and enthusiastic service of them all.
Running her hands through his hair, the chief guard purred. "Sorry about the excessive precaution Demetrius, but we certainly can't have you running off NOW. You have been chosen by the beautiful Princess and divine Goddess Sethoset herself (blessed be her name), and have passed her stringent test." Turning her back to him now she looked at the mournful nude slaves that remained in the room, all watching every movement of Demetrius with a painful radiating lust that was almost physically palpable. Their sadness turned to joy when she commanded "Slaves, clean this boy up and prepare him for the Princess. She awaits him in the temple of Sekhmet and grows impatient, so do not dally!"
Sighing, and resigned to more infernal teasing, Demetrius once again felt twelve sets of hands begin to lather up his body with the scented oils and sweet aromatic milk of Europa. His cock throbbing and balls tingling, he closed his eyes as the slaves once again bathed and scrubbed his flesh, leaving NO inch of him unclean. Looking down at his crotch, his poor long denied cock trembled and twitched, always hopeful and yet always denied. As they finally finished, he saw the two guards come forth and clasp a chain around the eye-hook in his stocks. Gently pulling him forward, he was led up the stairs to the upper deck, his body continuously stroked, pinched and teased by every woman he passed. Reaching the open air, his eyes squinted in the bright Egyptian Sun just rising in the east. Also to the east, past the dock and rising up to soaring heights was his ultimate destination, the enormous temple of Sekhmet.
At the other end of the Nile, still floating out in the Mediterranean, an enormous golden ship appeared in the morning mist and began to enter the mouth of the great river. Almost as luxurious as Sethoset's pleasure barge, this vessel obviously was the property of a very successful merchant and as it sailed into the harbor of Mendes bystanders on the shore gasped at the size and beauty of it. Rowed by a hundred beautiful oarswomen, the ship was grand beyond description. Despite the current outward appearance of calm and meticulous organization of the vessel, for the week proceeding its arrival at the mouth of the Nile, pure pandemonium had ruled its decks.
Both Ares and Apollo are very strong willed Gods, and having teamed up for this mission to Egypt, they found themselves perpetually in conflict over every detail. Ares, given his natural war-like disposition could not understand Apollo's objection to having the ship armed with ballista. Apollo could not understand Ares objections to the solid gold prow and bejeweled riggings he had wanted. Arguing constantly between themselves, the ship's final creation was a compromise but it had been a difficult one. As the impressive ship prepared to cross into Egyptian territory, the crew argued amongst themselves as to who would have the unpleasant task of rousing the two Gods from their private chambers.
Below the decks of the ship, both in their own personal cabins, both Ares and Apollo lay comatose in slimy pink cocoons as they underwent their metamorphisis into human beings. Both Gods had taken on human form as a disguise in the past, but before they had always maintained their divine powers, the disguise being in form only, not in nature.
Now however, things were radically different. Greece and Egypt were on the brink of war, and the second they crossed into Egypt, their divine powers would instantly be detected by the Gods of Egypt, acting like a giant beacon. No doubt undisguised they would be captured and punished accordingly, and with their powers being greatly weakened by the distance from their base, they would certainly lose any battle with an Egyptian divinity. After discussing the situation with Esclepius, and against his sage advice not to follow through with their idiotically dangerous plan, they obtained from him the metamorphosis spell. They would still remain immortal after their transformation, but would otherwise be completely powerless like any other regular lowly human. Despite this disadvantage, this foolproof disguise would keep their true identity completely hidden from the Pantheon of Egyptian Gods, and would be the only way they could travel through these lands undetected.
The spells to complete this transformation were very long and unbelievably complicated, requiring a full seven days to complete. During that time both Gods had to remain completely focused on the rituals and remain in a trance like state. In their trance, their bodies were slowly covered in a pink cocoon where they would hibernate until they emerged, like butterflies in spring, to their new human status. The same spells would be used to change back, but it was not instantaneous and required absolute concentration to perform, any distraction invalidating the ritual. Now in human form, once they crossed into the mouth of the Nile their futures were truly in the hands of fickle fate. Now that Egyptian border loomed, and after much argument, two unlucky crew members were finally drafted to wake the Gods from their chambers.
Knocking lightly on the door, the first crew member shook as she had no idea what to expect when she entered. Hearing no answer, she gingerly opened the door and entered. Gasping as she clutched her mouth she saw that there on the bed was emerging the slimey, shimmering "human" body of Apollo, his divine glow gone, just breaking through the crusty shell of his cocoon. Now fully awake, and feeling as if he was recovering from the worst hangover of his life, the cranky God barked at his servant.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! Bring me some willow bark and an amphora of wine for my head!!!! I feel like the Hydra slept on my neck and shat into my mouth!!!" Apollo screamed, his voice cracking and horse as he tried to get used to his new "human" senses. Scurrying out of the room on her quest, the servant ran smack into another running from the other end of the ship on an identical mission from Ares. Several hours, and many amphora of wine later, both Gods emerged on the top deck and laughed at the sight of one another as they continued to recover from their ordeal.
"Well well well Apollo, you certainly do make a FINE looking human, although you look like a strong gust of wind might knock you over!" Ares joked as he saw Apollo for the first time. Outwardly, Apollo looked very similar to his normal appearance, but there were subtle differences. Most obviously, Apollo's face was uncharacteristically unshaven and dirty, still dripping the pink slimy residue from his cocoon from his ear. His glow gone, his face betrayed the fact that for the first time in his experience on earth he felt unwell just from being alive.
Looking back at Ares, Apollo also laughed as he too looked amusing in his human form. His body still resembled his regular chiseled and handsome masculine form, but the war God's legs quaked as he too felt weak as a kitten. Ares was equally shocked at how many tiny pains and aches he was now experiencing as they surged through his body. Humans have long since grown accustomed to the sensations of normal mortal life, but for the two Gods, the experience was quite new and very disorienting.
Ares, realizing that for all intensive purposes he was "mortal" now, kept repeating this fact to himself. He certainly did not want his normal God like pride (with the loud obnoxious mouth that comes with it) to cause his now human ass to get truly beaten by some idiotic taunt. Toasting each other with yet more wine, as the ship passed through Mendes and continued towards Luxor, both Gods slowly grew accustomed to their new human sensations.
Viewing the shores of Egypt through human eyes, Ares rubbed his lower back as each normal slight pain of being mortal was experienced by the God for the first time. Looking at Apollo, Ares smiled and shook his head.
"You know, I don't know how on earth these humans deal with the constant sensation of growing older. It is VERY distracting, feeling your body slowly grow weaker and more decrepit as each second ticks by, it is MADDENING!! I don't know HOW they deal with it? If nothing else comes from this little excursion of ours, I will certainly have more respect for these tiny humans in the future. Mortality, even if it is only temporary and not life threatening, is EXHAUSTING!!!"
Nodding in agreement, Apollo spoke. "You got that right! I hate most of all the feeling that I am slowly draining away, like sands spiraling out of an hour glass. Luckily though, this won't be for permanent. Once we get Europa and Demetrius, we can get the fuck out of here and transform back!"
"Well, maybe for you Apollo, but for me I think I will remain human for a while." Ares winked. "After we get that Demetrius, and you change back into your God status, you can disguise my appearance to resemble his while I stay in "human" status. That certainly will fool old Aphrodite!!!!"
Smirking back at Ares, Apollo nodded. "OK Ares, I can do that for you, but honestly, I don't think you are."
"Shut up Apollo, I know what I am doing!" Ares barked, cutting off Apollo's warning in mid-stream.
Back in Luxor, Demetrius finally could see clearly as his eyes had adjusted to the bright light. Despite the enormous and almost ridiculous grandeur of the temple, he was completely alone at this early hour. Rising up hundreds of feet in the air, a path of gold led directly from the dock to the main entrance of the holy complex. His arms still locked in the stocks around his neck, he felt very exposed as his full balls and painfully erect cock swung freely in the daylight as he walked towards the steps of the temple. Reaching the top step, he was very surprised when the huge stone doors opened for his entrance by themselves.
Stepping inside Demetrius was overwhelmed and deeply impressed by the grandeur. The main hall of the temple was gigantic, with floors of highly polished marble and hundreds of thick columns resembling palm trees reaching to the ceiling towering far above him. Despite the ostentatious surroundings, he was apparently the only one present in the huge empty space and he squinted to focus on the far end of the temple. In the dim distance he saw the great statue of Sekhmet rising from the floor. Cast in sold sterling silver, the great full figured Goddess was represented in all her divine glory. The gentle curves of her delightful feminine body teased his eyes but looking at the head he was taken aback by her ferocious lion head. His stomach churning, he paused before moving forward, as the strangeness of Egypt was new to his experience and he was suddenly filled with dread.
Below the statue was a large red stone altar. From this distance Demetrius could see that something was on the altar, but he could not make out what it was. Carefully padding his bare feet across the marble, he walked trepidatiously forward. Suddenly and startlingly the eerie silence of the temple was broken.
"Oh great Goddess Sekhmet, Divinity of war and strife. I your greatest Priestess, do honor thee with my life. To you I shall make a sacrifice, to bring you praise and joy. I give to you my chastity I shall give to this glorious TOY!"
The words were spoken by Sethoset who prepared to offer to her Goddess her greatest gift, her own virginity and chastity. Having been overjoyed to learn that Demetrius had passed her test, the Princess was convinced that he had been sent by Sekhmet to finally service her lusty womanly needs. Naked and lounging on the altar, she sat up and gazed upon the glorious male form approaching with a gnawing erotic hunger that made both her mouth and pussy salivate.
As she rose, Demetrius smiled widely as her beautiful luscious and spectacular naked body came fully into his view. She truly was one of, if not the most, beautiful woman on earth and his already hard cock grew even harder as he saw her full breasts and broad hips displayed so deliciously for him. Reaching the altar, Demetrius knew that his job was to worship this Goddess before him to the best of his ability, making sure that she had the ultimate erotic experience. Of course as he looked down and saw his poor aching purple balls he wished he could empty them into this vision before him, but his rational mind knew it could not be. Kneeling upon the hard marble floor, he grinned as the Princess lifted her foot towards his lips and he eagerly planted a loving kiss right on her big toe.
Feeling his hot tongue on her flesh, the first male ever to touch her body, an electric erotic charge surged through her torso and her pussy tingled and gushed. Growing wetter and wetter, as he slowly began kissing his way up her ankle and calf she groaned loudly, the sensations of his loving attentions overwhelming her mind. Roughly grabbing his hair, she pulled his face up towards hers and kissed him deeply. Grabbing his stock, to Demetrius's great surprise, and relief, she unlocked him.
"I want ALL of you to worship me, including your hands! Take me TOY, make my womb SING!!!" she commanded as she forced his face back down to her quivering leg. Demetrius said nothing, but grinned, his own eyes closing in bliss as he tasted her sweet flesh on his lips. She not only was gorgeous to look at, but tasted like sweet wild honey. With his now freed hands, as he resumed his teasing trail of kisses up her inner thigh while his hands cupped and teased her breasts. Running his fingertips in tiny circles over her ripening nipples, he listened carefully to her shallow breathing and breathy pants. Increasingly desperate and horny, the feel of her sharp nails digging into his neck told Demetrius that he was achieving the exact affect he wanted to achieve.
Over the centuries of his curse, and being completely unable to relieve his OWN sexual needs, while having an incredibly long series of beautiful Goddesses and other incredible supernatural beings to service, Demetrius had learned a trick or two. Women, rather Goddess, Nymph or Human, all enjoy a slow smoldering build up to sex, and with Sethoset, he was going to stoke a raging inferno in her pussy that could never be quenched. He needed to so completely sexually satisfy her that she would pass out long enough for him to find Europa and make his escape and this would require every erotic arrow in his quiver. As he kissed his way over her inner thigh, he paused right in front of her throbbing and undulating pussy, quivering mere inches in front of his face.
Drooling as he looked at it, the delicious aroma of her fully aroused femininity acting like an intoxicant on his brain, it took all of his will NOT to dive right in and bring her off instantly. Puckering his lips together, he lightly blew hot air through his mouth and through the tiny strip of her pubic hair and over her glistening pussy. This technique was TOO much for Sethoset and she shrieked at the top of her lungs as his breath teased her body. She wanted his mouth on her sex so desperately she wept tears of insane frustration.
Climbing up onto the altar, Demetrius knelt down between her legs, his iron hard cock teasing her outer vaginal lips as he leaned forward and delicately began kissing up her stomach and circling her navel with long lingering licks. Sethoset was going crazy with desire at his touch and as Demetrius felt the lust grow in her body, rising like a log catching fire in the roaring hearth, his ears detected the distinctive sounds of hooves clopping across the marble floor. Looking up as he continued to flick his tongue over her raspberry sweet and desperately ripe nipple, he could not believe his luck. There, attended to by four equally beautiful, and now incredibly horny attendants watching his labors in open mouthed astonishment, was Europa in her cow form led by a leash. Dawn was the time of her regular milking and thinking the temple empty, the servants had brought her to the altar room, completely unaware that the Princess was engaged in her delicious romp with Demetrius.
Europa, although trapped in cow form for so many years, still retained her human nature under the bovine flesh, and seeing such a gorgeous naked man after so many years, she instantly let loose a river of her milk onto the floor. The attendants too were instantly aroused by the sight. As he remained the handsomest and most desirable man on earth due to his "curse" the sight of his firm nude male flesh was overwhelming. Having gone so many years without any male company, suddenly seeing this titanic erotic scene play out before them, sent each one over the edge. Already naked, they dropped to their knees and began tweaking their own nipples, and desperately running their long fingers over their quivering snatches.
Sethoset, her mind boiling as these strange erotic sensations surged through her body, threw back her head and opened her mouth in a long guttural shriek of pleasure.
"AHHHHH!!!! Oh Great Goddess Sekhmet, I offer my pleasure and my body to THEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Hearing her screams, Demetrius knew the time had come for him to ramp up his worship. Sliding back off of the table, he knelt on the floor and opened her legs, her throbbing cunt displayed perfectly to him at eye level. Taking his tongue and barely touching her flesh, he started licking right at the bottom of her moist hot pussy and glacially began to snake a trail up her womanhood. Teasing and licking with every skill in his arsenal, he felt her whole body shake and writhe under his hands, her nails digging into his neck, her stomach undulating and fluttering as he grew closer to her clit. Once he reached it, throbbing full and ripe like a blackberry in July, he wrapped his tongue around its smooth hot surface and began tickling it with the tip. Instantly the Princess released a deluge of her hot honey in a violent spasm straight into his face, her throat uttering unintelligible growls of complete and total pleasure. She was having the first orgasm of her life and as a first, there would be none better.
At that very moment, in the palace of Amon Ra, the very pregnant Sekhmet was having breakfast along with her new husband, the Ibis headed God Thoth. Having her high priestess offer her own pleasure on the altar of her own temple, the sensations running through the body of Sethoset now mirrored themselves on the Goddess. Feeling the powerful tongue of some unseen suitor teasing her pussy, the lion headed Goddess roared and growled as she was startled by the unexpected pleasant sensations running over her divine pussy.
"What is it dear? Are you OK?" Thoth asked as Amon Ra and the rest of the court looked on curiously. Everyone in the palace eagerly awaited the birth of her child, and her sudden outburst caused every divine ear to turn in both concern but also hope that the child was finally arriving. Overwhelmed by the sensations on her body, Sekhmet could not speak, but as her growls turned into shrieks she suddenly stood up and grabbed her breasts, her mouth opening in desperation as she circled her hips. Shrieking once again, a deluge came from her womb and splashed on the floor.
Amon Ra, seeing his daughter in such a state, and then looking down at the puddle on the floor smiled. "Oh Great Gods of Chaos, the time has come!!!!! Her water has broken!!! Slaves!!!!! Prepare the birthing chamber!"
For the rest of the day and well into the night Demetrius slowly teased and licked hundreds of toe curling spasms out of the Princess. Working his charms expertly, he created a perfect loop of unending pleasure, slowing down when she grew too hot, and speeding up when her passions cooled. After a few hours he had manipulated her into a perfect state of one continuous long screaming orgasm as her rational mind melted into goo under his tongue. Her body dripping in sweat, her body shaking and shivering as he licked away, her pleasure was unending and without break all day and through the night. Only able to bark and pant, she was reduced to a complete animalistic state as she occasionally sat up and bit Demetrius on the neck or scratched desperately at his back. As she groaned and gushed she both wished he would cease his attentions so she could rest but also hoped that the Tsunami of joy erupting from her vagina would never end.
As the hours ticked by, the servants never left the room, as they were hypnotized by the display. Overwhelmed by the sights and smells of such raucous erotic joy being played out right before them, they milked the equally aroused Europa as they watched Demetrius service their Princess. Barely able to keep their hands off of their own pussies, bucket after bucket of sweet hot milk was coaxed from Europa's full ripe udders. Beyond just the delight of seeing the rippled ass of Demetrius and the flexing muscular back of this man slaving away between the thighs of Sethoset, the thick heavy perfume of lust hung like a fog in the room and broke their will to resist. Finally, unable to restrain themselves, first one and then the rest of the women approached the kneeling busy Demetrius and ran their hands and mouths lovingly over his back and ass as he licked and sucked on into the night.
As yet another orgasmic spasm roared through her body, Sethoset shot up and grabbed Demetrius's glazed face and pulled it off of her body and lifted it up, kissing him deeply as she tasted her own nectar hanging thick on his lips. "Take me!!!! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COCK!!! I can stand no more!!!! Fulfill your destiny and empty your seed into me!"
Demetrius sadly smiled and nodded wishing more than anything that he could fully comply, but knowing of course he could not. He did know however that this was now the time to prepare for his escape, and the desperate pleas of the Princess gave him an idea. Feeling his balls lovingly licked from behind by the servants he shook as he was desperate to feel her warm inviting sheathe around his hard steel sword.
Climbing back up onto the altar, he leaned down and kissed her fully again, his hands kneading and teasing her breasts as his cock smacked against her inner thigh. Feeling his hardness on her, she could not speak as she looked up at him with her large brown watery eyes and begged. When he lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and lightly kissed her ankle, she sighed. Slowly inching forward, Demetrius entered her, pacing himself as he felt his cock ravenously gobbled up by her wet sopping hot cave.
Patiently, Demetrius began to slowly rock back and forth, feeling his rod stroke and tease her pussy as he filled every millimeter of her completely. She was incredibly tight, and as he rolled his own hips, he made sure every internal inch of her box was experiencing his throbbing flesh. As she screamed in rapturous joy, he reached down with one hand and teased her left nipple while with his other he ran his thumb in a delicate circles over her clitoris which she ground hard into his pelvis. His mouth also was busy as he kissed and licked his way up the sole of her right foot and teased her fleshy toes with his hot tongue.
This was too much for Sethoset as the combination of sensations over all of her erogenous zones at once caused her to temporarily black out. Drifting back and forth in consciousness her continuous orgasm continued to rise, crest and crash before rising again. Demetrius too was suffering in erotic torment as the combination of the feel of the beautiful Princess's pussy on his locked cock and the delightful sight of her lusty body displayed before him made him pray for his own release, although he knew it would not be answered. Adding to his own torment were the tickling kisses of the servants on his swinging balls and the feel of their hands and lips licking, kissing and scratching every inch of his body as he plowed away.
His eyes closed in his own desperate bliss, Demetrius was startled when suddenly he was deluged with an enormous vessel of hot fresh milk over his head. The sudden baptism by the servants was shocking and as the milk boiled and foamed over his body, the erotic energy of his curse fused into the freshly aroused milk of Europa and began to transform the silky liquid. Running in rivulets down his body, the milk grew thicker and slower and as it finally dripped off of his chest, forming into a gelatinous milk pudding as it glopped onto the vibrating stomach of Sethoset. Being harvested so soon from the full udders of Europa, the milk pulsed with lusty power and had magical qualities her stored milk did not enjoy.
Feeling the warm pulsing pudding hit her flesh, the Princess hollered in absolute delirious bliss, the gel exponentially supercharging her senses and feeling like the lips of her lover on her body. Seeing this reaction, Demetrius giggled. This was his ticket, and once again he offered a prayer of thanks to Aphrodite as he pumped away. Her "curse" had provided the path for his freedom, and dipping his hands into the puddle in her navel, he swirled the warm mass onto her left nipple and saw the reaction it caused.
Barking and spitting, a stream of unintelligible growls and snarls erupted from Sethoset's mouth as her pleasure was exponentially magnified by the feeling of the milk teasing her own breasts. Behind him, seeing the reaction of their Priestess and Princess to the milk, the servants began violently grabbing globs of the gel off of Demetrius's body and spreading it onto their own. As each servant dipped her fingers into the puddles and smeared it all over their own desperate, naked and panting bodies, they shrieked and dropped to the floor, dry humping the air and curling their toes as their own orgasms exploded from their loins. One by one each fell to the marble and screamed before growing silent as they were teased and licked into the oblivion of Eros by the substance. Looking back over his shoulder, Demetrius smiled wide as he saw all four now passed out and yet still shuddering as the gel continued to worship their bodies. Looking down between his own legs, he shook as the gel teased him and as he plunged back into Sethoset she was filled to the brim with the teasing globular mass.
Now passed out cold on the altar; groaning, shaking and twitching, Sethoset continued to spasm as Demetrius slowly pulled his cock from her warm wet pussy. He felt dizzy and slightly drunk as his own body was teased by the substance, but now that he was the only one left awake and he knew the time to escape had come. Seeing a full bucket of milk at the base of the altar, he grimaced as he squatted over it and slowly lowered his painfully erect cock and throbbing blue balls into the pail. Instantly bubbling and boiling as his flesh broke the surface, the milk turned into an almost solid mass as it absorbed his erotic energy, made so much more potent by this recent teasing on his aching cock. Holding the bucket up now, it was heavy and full, and with an evil grin on his face Demetrius dug out a huge handful of the pudding.
Opening the long luscious legs of Sethoset wide, he liberally and totally coated her hot wet sex with the substance, adding another thick coat to both of her breasts for good measure and making sure her deep cave was stuffed to the brim with the teasing gel. As the thick viscous liquid touched her flesh she whimpered and shuddered as more and more orgasms were ripped from her body. Leaning down to her face, he kissed her deeply, and for good measure, walked to the other side of the altar and lifted up her curling shaky foot. Spying her toes perpetually flexing back and forth as evidence of the pleasure surging through her body, he gave each one a long loving lick and decided to coat them as well. Seeing all of the naked servants on the floor equally comatose in the throes of unending pleasure, he made short work of the buckets and coated and filled each one completely. The Princess and all of her servants now would have a long, pleasant and perpetual orgasmic sleep as the gel slowly dissolved over the next seven days. Smiling at his own cleverness, he strolled over and grabbed the leash of Europa and started to lead her out of the temple.
Demetrius stumbled several times as he tried to exit, his head light and intoxicated both by his erotic ordeal and by the teasing gel working over his own body. Completely exhausted, as it had been almost exactly twenty-four hours since he had set foot in the temple, his time here had been quite active. Grinning as he licked his lips and tasted the Princess on his tongue, he willed himself forward despite his horny fatigue and the teasing sensations that continued tickling his cock. Crumpling to the ground and moaning as his legs gave out, he could not help but pitifully and impotently stroke his cock, despite the knowledge that he had no chance of releasing his seed. Europa, her human nature boiling in lust, clopped up behind him and licked his back as he shuddered on the marble floor, her remaining human desires desperate to feel male flesh on her tongue once again. Feeling the long, hot, rough tongue of Europa on his back, he was spurred on, wobbling and wavering unsteadily on his noodly legs as he and Europa finally exited through the great stone front doors.
Dawn was just beginning to break outside and as they both stepped onto the broad plaza. Demetrius raked his brain to try and remember the spell of invisibility but it was no use. The knock on his head on Sethoset's ship and his overwhelming raging horniness kept him in a fog and thus he could remember nothing of the spell. Scurrying down the gold path towards the dock, in the faint purple light of daybreak Demetrius could make out two figures shrouded in the violet mist. Approaching warily, he froze as the first stranger talked.
"Well done Demetrius, WELL DONE, and Right on time too! Now, quickly, move Europa aboard and let's get the fuck out of here." Apollo joked as the shocked Demetrius said nothing but stood slack jawed in complete silence.
"Who, what, wha, who, well" Demetrius stuttered as Apollo finally took pity on him and introduced himself.
"Today is your lucky day Demetrius" Apollo began. "My good friend the Divine Ares here and I have come to rescue you. Now, quickly, get that fat cow on board so we can get out of here. The Princess won't sleep forever and I certainly do not want to attract the attention of Amon Ra or any of the other Egyptian Gods while we are here."
Demetrius again stood silent, but nodded and eagerly complied, his mind racing at this sudden and fortuitous divine intervention. Still in cow form however, Europa scowled at Apollo and Ares as she recognized them both and was quite pissed at being referred to as a fat cow.
Now on board, Apollo ordered the oarswomen to row triple time while others wiped the goo from Demetrius. Now was the most dangerous part of the journey and Apollo knew that time was their enemy. As the giant wooden oars struck the water, the drummers began their relentlessly fast beat and the ship began racing back up the Nile towards the Mediterranean. Exhausted from his labors, Demetrius collapsed onto the deck and fell fast asleep. Now safe, he smiled as he realized the end to his long quest was finally coming into sight. As he lay snoozing on the deck; Ares, Apollo and Europa (still in cow form) stood around him and watched. Holding his hands before his face, Apollo studied Demetrius's body, burning the image into his mind so that once back into his divine form, with his powers restored, he could transform Ares into this disguise.
Europa, her heart swelling with love for her savior, leaned down and licked his chest with her long cow tongue. Looking back up into Apollo's face, her large bovine brown eyes silently begged to be transformed back into human form. Petting her neck, Apollo grinned.
"Patience dear Europa, PATIENCE. During our journey up the Nile, I am going to transform back into my God body, but it will take time. I promise though that once we are out of Egypt, I will change you back to the beautiful woman you once were." Reaching around her body and stroking her full bulging udders with his hand, Ares whispered into her ear.
"Yeah Europa, maybe once you are back to your regular body, you will let us both have a go at these puppies!" . Enraged, Europa swiftly kicked Ares smack dab in the middle of his face, instantly knocking him out. Seeing this, Apollo could not help but laugh, as he ran his hand over her large muscular neck. "Same old Europa I see!"
The trip up the Nile went smoothly and took only a week to complete. Apollo was beneath the decks in his chamber, undergoing the process of transformation, but Ares remained above deck in human form. Still sporting a large black eye from Europa, he spent the days peppering Demetrius with questions about his quest and his time with Aphrodite. Demetrius, unaware of Ares motives, gladly and easily spoke and with great relish described that glorious day with Aphrodite so many years ago. Listening to this human describe how thoroughly he serviced his lover's pussy enraged Ares, but he maintained the illusion of calm and continuously plied Demetrius with more and more wine to loosen his tongue.
As they sailed up the Nile, Sethoset and her servants remained comatose and growling in the temple. The milk took all seven days to evaporate from their bodies and during that time every inch of their flesh was teased and tickled to insanity, orgasms and pleasure flowing from their bodies like a flooding river. No one entered the temple during this week as the sounds of groaning and panting indicated that the Princess was deeply involved in some sort of private ritual to Sekhmet. Finally, on the seventh day, her body covered in copious sweat, her pussy vibrating and sore, satisfied beyond anything she could have ever imagined, Sethoset and her servants awoke.
With exquisite timing, Apollo and Ares ship passed through the port of Mendes and out into the deep blue waters of the Mediterranean right as the Princess awoke. They were safe now, free from the territory of the Egyptians and back into the world of the Greeks. Apollo, emerging from the lower decks strode over to the still human Ares, Demetrius and the cow form of Europa.
Stretching his hands above his head, he sighed. His body once again bathed in a divine golden glow, Apollo was fully restored. "MAN, it is great to be a GOD once again!" Looking at Demetrius he winked. "You poor humans have it rough. I have a newfound respect for the daily bullshit you people have to put up with!" Hearing these words Demetrius smiled and opened his mouth to speak, his voice stuttering with nervousness.
"Great God Apollo, I, well, are you going to help me complete my quest? I mean, I don't want to pry, but that is why Zeus sent you isn't it?"
"Absolutely dear boy" and turning to Ares he winked. "Yes, I have much work to do! And yes, you are correct, your quest is almost over."
Meanwhile at that exact moment, things came to a head in the birthing chamber of the palace of Ammon Ra. Sekhmet, her body also dripping with sweat had suffered and enjoyed the past week. Feeling every sensation on her body that Sethoset felt on hers, the continuous orgasms and lust that surged through her flesh masked the labor pains they had initiated. Now that the sensations were gone, with a huge shrieking growl, she bore down on her womb and began to give birth. Thoth, Amon Ra and his wife Hathor stood around Sekhmet and smiled as the time of the royal birth was at hand.
Punching Thoth in the arm, Amon Ra grinned. "So, dear Thoth, my son-in-law, you are going to be a father! This child of yours has been prophesied from time immemorial. The fruit of your loins will grow to be the most powerful God on earth. To him every head shall bow and every leg shall kneel when in his presence!"
Thoth, his great Ibis head squawking, shook in both delicious excitement and glowing pride. Seeing his beautiful wife growling and straining in her stirrups, when her howls grew deafening, he knew that now the long awaited child had arrived and he and the other Gods in attendance strained to lean forward and see his first born son. The two midwives squatting at the end of the birthing table now received the child who violently and fearlessly wriggled out of his mother Sekhmet. Seeing the child clearly as they cleaned the afterbirth off of his body, the midwives' faces drained white and their blood ran cold as ice.
With almost everyone on board asleep, the barge was very quiet in the dock of Luxor, the only sound heard being the gentle slapping of low waves of the river against the side of the ship. Snoring lightly, Demetrius suddenly gasped for air as an unknown female foot planted onto his face, inadvertently closing his nostrils as its beautiful owner turned to snooze deeper herself. As the chief guard entered the bedroom, clapping her hands loudly to wake the slaves, she smirked at the sight of a large pile of satisfied, snoozing women heaped onto the handsome sleeping body of Demetrius. Feeling her own pussy throb as she viewed him, she was extremely grateful that she too had had her turn in his bed. Grinning, she reminisced about how his superhuman erotic skills on her body had more than lived up to her wildest erotic expectations and had to fight the urge to leap onto his face for one more ride.
"Girls, Girls, GIRLS!!!! Get up and get off the Princess's property RIGHT NOW!" she barked as the slaves slowly, reluctantly and very sadly, woke and began to slip off of his body one by one.
The slave girls did not go quickly, and each lingered and kissed Demetrius as she was reluctantly pulled off by the guards. Waking now, Demetrius could not help but grin as he saw a dark haired full breasted beauty struggle to keep her lips clamped on his cock as two guards struggled to pull her off of the bed. Sitting up on his elbows, he winked at the guard, who despite the grim exterior of her outward demeanor blushed as she remembered his handsome face buried in her throbbing cooch.
Trying hard to maintain her composure with such delightful images flitting through her mind, the chief guard forced a frown onto her face and ordered two other guards to place his wrists and neck into a wooden stockade. As soon as the stock closed, Demetrius looked up at his captors in shock and disbelief as he thought for certain these methods would not be deemed necessary given his loyal and enthusiastic service of them all.
Running her hands through his hair, the chief guard purred. "Sorry about the excessive precaution Demetrius, but we certainly can't have you running off NOW. You have been chosen by the beautiful Princess and divine Goddess Sethoset herself (blessed be her name), and have passed her stringent test." Turning her back to him now she looked at the mournful nude slaves that remained in the room, all watching every movement of Demetrius with a painful radiating lust that was almost physically palpable. Their sadness turned to joy when she commanded "Slaves, clean this boy up and prepare him for the Princess. She awaits him in the temple of Sekhmet and grows impatient, so do not dally!"
Sighing, and resigned to more infernal teasing, Demetrius once again felt twelve sets of hands begin to lather up his body with the scented oils and sweet aromatic milk of Europa. His cock throbbing and balls tingling, he closed his eyes as the slaves once again bathed and scrubbed his flesh, leaving NO inch of him unclean. Looking down at his crotch, his poor long denied cock trembled and twitched, always hopeful and yet always denied. As they finally finished, he saw the two guards come forth and clasp a chain around the eye-hook in his stocks. Gently pulling him forward, he was led up the stairs to the upper deck, his body continuously stroked, pinched and teased by every woman he passed. Reaching the open air, his eyes squinted in the bright Egyptian Sun just rising in the east. Also to the east, past the dock and rising up to soaring heights was his ultimate destination, the enormous temple of Sekhmet.
At the other end of the Nile, still floating out in the Mediterranean, an enormous golden ship appeared in the morning mist and began to enter the mouth of the great river. Almost as luxurious as Sethoset's pleasure barge, this vessel obviously was the property of a very successful merchant and as it sailed into the harbor of Mendes bystanders on the shore gasped at the size and beauty of it. Rowed by a hundred beautiful oarswomen, the ship was grand beyond description. Despite the current outward appearance of calm and meticulous organization of the vessel, for the week proceeding its arrival at the mouth of the Nile, pure pandemonium had ruled its decks.
Both Ares and Apollo are very strong willed Gods, and having teamed up for this mission to Egypt, they found themselves perpetually in conflict over every detail. Ares, given his natural war-like disposition could not understand Apollo's objection to having the ship armed with ballista. Apollo could not understand Ares objections to the solid gold prow and bejeweled riggings he had wanted. Arguing constantly between themselves, the ship's final creation was a compromise but it had been a difficult one. As the impressive ship prepared to cross into Egyptian territory, the crew argued amongst themselves as to who would have the unpleasant task of rousing the two Gods from their private chambers.
Below the decks of the ship, both in their own personal cabins, both Ares and Apollo lay comatose in slimy pink cocoons as they underwent their metamorphisis into human beings. Both Gods had taken on human form as a disguise in the past, but before they had always maintained their divine powers, the disguise being in form only, not in nature.
Now however, things were radically different. Greece and Egypt were on the brink of war, and the second they crossed into Egypt, their divine powers would instantly be detected by the Gods of Egypt, acting like a giant beacon. No doubt undisguised they would be captured and punished accordingly, and with their powers being greatly weakened by the distance from their base, they would certainly lose any battle with an Egyptian divinity. After discussing the situation with Esclepius, and against his sage advice not to follow through with their idiotically dangerous plan, they obtained from him the metamorphosis spell. They would still remain immortal after their transformation, but would otherwise be completely powerless like any other regular lowly human. Despite this disadvantage, this foolproof disguise would keep their true identity completely hidden from the Pantheon of Egyptian Gods, and would be the only way they could travel through these lands undetected.
The spells to complete this transformation were very long and unbelievably complicated, requiring a full seven days to complete. During that time both Gods had to remain completely focused on the rituals and remain in a trance like state. In their trance, their bodies were slowly covered in a pink cocoon where they would hibernate until they emerged, like butterflies in spring, to their new human status. The same spells would be used to change back, but it was not instantaneous and required absolute concentration to perform, any distraction invalidating the ritual. Now in human form, once they crossed into the mouth of the Nile their futures were truly in the hands of fickle fate. Now that Egyptian border loomed, and after much argument, two unlucky crew members were finally drafted to wake the Gods from their chambers.
Knocking lightly on the door, the first crew member shook as she had no idea what to expect when she entered. Hearing no answer, she gingerly opened the door and entered. Gasping as she clutched her mouth she saw that there on the bed was emerging the slimey, shimmering "human" body of Apollo, his divine glow gone, just breaking through the crusty shell of his cocoon. Now fully awake, and feeling as if he was recovering from the worst hangover of his life, the cranky God barked at his servant.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! Bring me some willow bark and an amphora of wine for my head!!!! I feel like the Hydra slept on my neck and shat into my mouth!!!" Apollo screamed, his voice cracking and horse as he tried to get used to his new "human" senses. Scurrying out of the room on her quest, the servant ran smack into another running from the other end of the ship on an identical mission from Ares. Several hours, and many amphora of wine later, both Gods emerged on the top deck and laughed at the sight of one another as they continued to recover from their ordeal.
"Well well well Apollo, you certainly do make a FINE looking human, although you look like a strong gust of wind might knock you over!" Ares joked as he saw Apollo for the first time. Outwardly, Apollo looked very similar to his normal appearance, but there were subtle differences. Most obviously, Apollo's face was uncharacteristically unshaven and dirty, still dripping the pink slimy residue from his cocoon from his ear. His glow gone, his face betrayed the fact that for the first time in his experience on earth he felt unwell just from being alive.
Looking back at Ares, Apollo also laughed as he too looked amusing in his human form. His body still resembled his regular chiseled and handsome masculine form, but the war God's legs quaked as he too felt weak as a kitten. Ares was equally shocked at how many tiny pains and aches he was now experiencing as they surged through his body. Humans have long since grown accustomed to the sensations of normal mortal life, but for the two Gods, the experience was quite new and very disorienting.
Ares, realizing that for all intensive purposes he was "mortal" now, kept repeating this fact to himself. He certainly did not want his normal God like pride (with the loud obnoxious mouth that comes with it) to cause his now human ass to get truly beaten by some idiotic taunt. Toasting each other with yet more wine, as the ship passed through Mendes and continued towards Luxor, both Gods slowly grew accustomed to their new human sensations.
Viewing the shores of Egypt through human eyes, Ares rubbed his lower back as each normal slight pain of being mortal was experienced by the God for the first time. Looking at Apollo, Ares smiled and shook his head.
"You know, I don't know how on earth these humans deal with the constant sensation of growing older. It is VERY distracting, feeling your body slowly grow weaker and more decrepit as each second ticks by, it is MADDENING!! I don't know HOW they deal with it? If nothing else comes from this little excursion of ours, I will certainly have more respect for these tiny humans in the future. Mortality, even if it is only temporary and not life threatening, is EXHAUSTING!!!"
Nodding in agreement, Apollo spoke. "You got that right! I hate most of all the feeling that I am slowly draining away, like sands spiraling out of an hour glass. Luckily though, this won't be for permanent. Once we get Europa and Demetrius, we can get the fuck out of here and transform back!"
"Well, maybe for you Apollo, but for me I think I will remain human for a while." Ares winked. "After we get that Demetrius, and you change back into your God status, you can disguise my appearance to resemble his while I stay in "human" status. That certainly will fool old Aphrodite!!!!"
Smirking back at Ares, Apollo nodded. "OK Ares, I can do that for you, but honestly, I don't think you are."
"Shut up Apollo, I know what I am doing!" Ares barked, cutting off Apollo's warning in mid-stream.
Back in Luxor, Demetrius finally could see clearly as his eyes had adjusted to the bright light. Despite the enormous and almost ridiculous grandeur of the temple, he was completely alone at this early hour. Rising up hundreds of feet in the air, a path of gold led directly from the dock to the main entrance of the holy complex. His arms still locked in the stocks around his neck, he felt very exposed as his full balls and painfully erect cock swung freely in the daylight as he walked towards the steps of the temple. Reaching the top step, he was very surprised when the huge stone doors opened for his entrance by themselves.
Stepping inside Demetrius was overwhelmed and deeply impressed by the grandeur. The main hall of the temple was gigantic, with floors of highly polished marble and hundreds of thick columns resembling palm trees reaching to the ceiling towering far above him. Despite the ostentatious surroundings, he was apparently the only one present in the huge empty space and he squinted to focus on the far end of the temple. In the dim distance he saw the great statue of Sekhmet rising from the floor. Cast in sold sterling silver, the great full figured Goddess was represented in all her divine glory. The gentle curves of her delightful feminine body teased his eyes but looking at the head he was taken aback by her ferocious lion head. His stomach churning, he paused before moving forward, as the strangeness of Egypt was new to his experience and he was suddenly filled with dread.
Below the statue was a large red stone altar. From this distance Demetrius could see that something was on the altar, but he could not make out what it was. Carefully padding his bare feet across the marble, he walked trepidatiously forward. Suddenly and startlingly the eerie silence of the temple was broken.
"Oh great Goddess Sekhmet, Divinity of war and strife. I your greatest Priestess, do honor thee with my life. To you I shall make a sacrifice, to bring you praise and joy. I give to you my chastity I shall give to this glorious TOY!"
The words were spoken by Sethoset who prepared to offer to her Goddess her greatest gift, her own virginity and chastity. Having been overjoyed to learn that Demetrius had passed her test, the Princess was convinced that he had been sent by Sekhmet to finally service her lusty womanly needs. Naked and lounging on the altar, she sat up and gazed upon the glorious male form approaching with a gnawing erotic hunger that made both her mouth and pussy salivate.
As she rose, Demetrius smiled widely as her beautiful luscious and spectacular naked body came fully into his view. She truly was one of, if not the most, beautiful woman on earth and his already hard cock grew even harder as he saw her full breasts and broad hips displayed so deliciously for him. Reaching the altar, Demetrius knew that his job was to worship this Goddess before him to the best of his ability, making sure that she had the ultimate erotic experience. Of course as he looked down and saw his poor aching purple balls he wished he could empty them into this vision before him, but his rational mind knew it could not be. Kneeling upon the hard marble floor, he grinned as the Princess lifted her foot towards his lips and he eagerly planted a loving kiss right on her big toe.
Feeling his hot tongue on her flesh, the first male ever to touch her body, an electric erotic charge surged through her torso and her pussy tingled and gushed. Growing wetter and wetter, as he slowly began kissing his way up her ankle and calf she groaned loudly, the sensations of his loving attentions overwhelming her mind. Roughly grabbing his hair, she pulled his face up towards hers and kissed him deeply. Grabbing his stock, to Demetrius's great surprise, and relief, she unlocked him.
"I want ALL of you to worship me, including your hands! Take me TOY, make my womb SING!!!" she commanded as she forced his face back down to her quivering leg. Demetrius said nothing, but grinned, his own eyes closing in bliss as he tasted her sweet flesh on his lips. She not only was gorgeous to look at, but tasted like sweet wild honey. With his now freed hands, as he resumed his teasing trail of kisses up her inner thigh while his hands cupped and teased her breasts. Running his fingertips in tiny circles over her ripening nipples, he listened carefully to her shallow breathing and breathy pants. Increasingly desperate and horny, the feel of her sharp nails digging into his neck told Demetrius that he was achieving the exact affect he wanted to achieve.
Over the centuries of his curse, and being completely unable to relieve his OWN sexual needs, while having an incredibly long series of beautiful Goddesses and other incredible supernatural beings to service, Demetrius had learned a trick or two. Women, rather Goddess, Nymph or Human, all enjoy a slow smoldering build up to sex, and with Sethoset, he was going to stoke a raging inferno in her pussy that could never be quenched. He needed to so completely sexually satisfy her that she would pass out long enough for him to find Europa and make his escape and this would require every erotic arrow in his quiver. As he kissed his way over her inner thigh, he paused right in front of her throbbing and undulating pussy, quivering mere inches in front of his face.
Drooling as he looked at it, the delicious aroma of her fully aroused femininity acting like an intoxicant on his brain, it took all of his will NOT to dive right in and bring her off instantly. Puckering his lips together, he lightly blew hot air through his mouth and through the tiny strip of her pubic hair and over her glistening pussy. This technique was TOO much for Sethoset and she shrieked at the top of her lungs as his breath teased her body. She wanted his mouth on her sex so desperately she wept tears of insane frustration.
Climbing up onto the altar, Demetrius knelt down between her legs, his iron hard cock teasing her outer vaginal lips as he leaned forward and delicately began kissing up her stomach and circling her navel with long lingering licks. Sethoset was going crazy with desire at his touch and as Demetrius felt the lust grow in her body, rising like a log catching fire in the roaring hearth, his ears detected the distinctive sounds of hooves clopping across the marble floor. Looking up as he continued to flick his tongue over her raspberry sweet and desperately ripe nipple, he could not believe his luck. There, attended to by four equally beautiful, and now incredibly horny attendants watching his labors in open mouthed astonishment, was Europa in her cow form led by a leash. Dawn was the time of her regular milking and thinking the temple empty, the servants had brought her to the altar room, completely unaware that the Princess was engaged in her delicious romp with Demetrius.
Europa, although trapped in cow form for so many years, still retained her human nature under the bovine flesh, and seeing such a gorgeous naked man after so many years, she instantly let loose a river of her milk onto the floor. The attendants too were instantly aroused by the sight. As he remained the handsomest and most desirable man on earth due to his "curse" the sight of his firm nude male flesh was overwhelming. Having gone so many years without any male company, suddenly seeing this titanic erotic scene play out before them, sent each one over the edge. Already naked, they dropped to their knees and began tweaking their own nipples, and desperately running their long fingers over their quivering snatches.
Sethoset, her mind boiling as these strange erotic sensations surged through her body, threw back her head and opened her mouth in a long guttural shriek of pleasure.
"AHHHHH!!!! Oh Great Goddess Sekhmet, I offer my pleasure and my body to THEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Hearing her screams, Demetrius knew the time had come for him to ramp up his worship. Sliding back off of the table, he knelt on the floor and opened her legs, her throbbing cunt displayed perfectly to him at eye level. Taking his tongue and barely touching her flesh, he started licking right at the bottom of her moist hot pussy and glacially began to snake a trail up her womanhood. Teasing and licking with every skill in his arsenal, he felt her whole body shake and writhe under his hands, her nails digging into his neck, her stomach undulating and fluttering as he grew closer to her clit. Once he reached it, throbbing full and ripe like a blackberry in July, he wrapped his tongue around its smooth hot surface and began tickling it with the tip. Instantly the Princess released a deluge of her hot honey in a violent spasm straight into his face, her throat uttering unintelligible growls of complete and total pleasure. She was having the first orgasm of her life and as a first, there would be none better.
At that very moment, in the palace of Amon Ra, the very pregnant Sekhmet was having breakfast along with her new husband, the Ibis headed God Thoth. Having her high priestess offer her own pleasure on the altar of her own temple, the sensations running through the body of Sethoset now mirrored themselves on the Goddess. Feeling the powerful tongue of some unseen suitor teasing her pussy, the lion headed Goddess roared and growled as she was startled by the unexpected pleasant sensations running over her divine pussy.
"What is it dear? Are you OK?" Thoth asked as Amon Ra and the rest of the court looked on curiously. Everyone in the palace eagerly awaited the birth of her child, and her sudden outburst caused every divine ear to turn in both concern but also hope that the child was finally arriving. Overwhelmed by the sensations on her body, Sekhmet could not speak, but as her growls turned into shrieks she suddenly stood up and grabbed her breasts, her mouth opening in desperation as she circled her hips. Shrieking once again, a deluge came from her womb and splashed on the floor.
Amon Ra, seeing his daughter in such a state, and then looking down at the puddle on the floor smiled. "Oh Great Gods of Chaos, the time has come!!!!! Her water has broken!!! Slaves!!!!! Prepare the birthing chamber!"
For the rest of the day and well into the night Demetrius slowly teased and licked hundreds of toe curling spasms out of the Princess. Working his charms expertly, he created a perfect loop of unending pleasure, slowing down when she grew too hot, and speeding up when her passions cooled. After a few hours he had manipulated her into a perfect state of one continuous long screaming orgasm as her rational mind melted into goo under his tongue. Her body dripping in sweat, her body shaking and shivering as he licked away, her pleasure was unending and without break all day and through the night. Only able to bark and pant, she was reduced to a complete animalistic state as she occasionally sat up and bit Demetrius on the neck or scratched desperately at his back. As she groaned and gushed she both wished he would cease his attentions so she could rest but also hoped that the Tsunami of joy erupting from her vagina would never end.
As the hours ticked by, the servants never left the room, as they were hypnotized by the display. Overwhelmed by the sights and smells of such raucous erotic joy being played out right before them, they milked the equally aroused Europa as they watched Demetrius service their Princess. Barely able to keep their hands off of their own pussies, bucket after bucket of sweet hot milk was coaxed from Europa's full ripe udders. Beyond just the delight of seeing the rippled ass of Demetrius and the flexing muscular back of this man slaving away between the thighs of Sethoset, the thick heavy perfume of lust hung like a fog in the room and broke their will to resist. Finally, unable to restrain themselves, first one and then the rest of the women approached the kneeling busy Demetrius and ran their hands and mouths lovingly over his back and ass as he licked and sucked on into the night.
As yet another orgasmic spasm roared through her body, Sethoset shot up and grabbed Demetrius's glazed face and pulled it off of her body and lifted it up, kissing him deeply as she tasted her own nectar hanging thick on his lips. "Take me!!!! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COCK!!! I can stand no more!!!! Fulfill your destiny and empty your seed into me!"
Demetrius sadly smiled and nodded wishing more than anything that he could fully comply, but knowing of course he could not. He did know however that this was now the time to prepare for his escape, and the desperate pleas of the Princess gave him an idea. Feeling his balls lovingly licked from behind by the servants he shook as he was desperate to feel her warm inviting sheathe around his hard steel sword.
Climbing back up onto the altar, he leaned down and kissed her fully again, his hands kneading and teasing her breasts as his cock smacked against her inner thigh. Feeling his hardness on her, she could not speak as she looked up at him with her large brown watery eyes and begged. When he lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and lightly kissed her ankle, she sighed. Slowly inching forward, Demetrius entered her, pacing himself as he felt his cock ravenously gobbled up by her wet sopping hot cave.
Patiently, Demetrius began to slowly rock back and forth, feeling his rod stroke and tease her pussy as he filled every millimeter of her completely. She was incredibly tight, and as he rolled his own hips, he made sure every internal inch of her box was experiencing his throbbing flesh. As she screamed in rapturous joy, he reached down with one hand and teased her left nipple while with his other he ran his thumb in a delicate circles over her clitoris which she ground hard into his pelvis. His mouth also was busy as he kissed and licked his way up the sole of her right foot and teased her fleshy toes with his hot tongue.
This was too much for Sethoset as the combination of sensations over all of her erogenous zones at once caused her to temporarily black out. Drifting back and forth in consciousness her continuous orgasm continued to rise, crest and crash before rising again. Demetrius too was suffering in erotic torment as the combination of the feel of the beautiful Princess's pussy on his locked cock and the delightful sight of her lusty body displayed before him made him pray for his own release, although he knew it would not be answered. Adding to his own torment were the tickling kisses of the servants on his swinging balls and the feel of their hands and lips licking, kissing and scratching every inch of his body as he plowed away.
His eyes closed in his own desperate bliss, Demetrius was startled when suddenly he was deluged with an enormous vessel of hot fresh milk over his head. The sudden baptism by the servants was shocking and as the milk boiled and foamed over his body, the erotic energy of his curse fused into the freshly aroused milk of Europa and began to transform the silky liquid. Running in rivulets down his body, the milk grew thicker and slower and as it finally dripped off of his chest, forming into a gelatinous milk pudding as it glopped onto the vibrating stomach of Sethoset. Being harvested so soon from the full udders of Europa, the milk pulsed with lusty power and had magical qualities her stored milk did not enjoy.
Feeling the warm pulsing pudding hit her flesh, the Princess hollered in absolute delirious bliss, the gel exponentially supercharging her senses and feeling like the lips of her lover on her body. Seeing this reaction, Demetrius giggled. This was his ticket, and once again he offered a prayer of thanks to Aphrodite as he pumped away. Her "curse" had provided the path for his freedom, and dipping his hands into the puddle in her navel, he swirled the warm mass onto her left nipple and saw the reaction it caused.
Barking and spitting, a stream of unintelligible growls and snarls erupted from Sethoset's mouth as her pleasure was exponentially magnified by the feeling of the milk teasing her own breasts. Behind him, seeing the reaction of their Priestess and Princess to the milk, the servants began violently grabbing globs of the gel off of Demetrius's body and spreading it onto their own. As each servant dipped her fingers into the puddles and smeared it all over their own desperate, naked and panting bodies, they shrieked and dropped to the floor, dry humping the air and curling their toes as their own orgasms exploded from their loins. One by one each fell to the marble and screamed before growing silent as they were teased and licked into the oblivion of Eros by the substance. Looking back over his shoulder, Demetrius smiled wide as he saw all four now passed out and yet still shuddering as the gel continued to worship their bodies. Looking down between his own legs, he shook as the gel teased him and as he plunged back into Sethoset she was filled to the brim with the teasing globular mass.
Now passed out cold on the altar; groaning, shaking and twitching, Sethoset continued to spasm as Demetrius slowly pulled his cock from her warm wet pussy. He felt dizzy and slightly drunk as his own body was teased by the substance, but now that he was the only one left awake and he knew the time to escape had come. Seeing a full bucket of milk at the base of the altar, he grimaced as he squatted over it and slowly lowered his painfully erect cock and throbbing blue balls into the pail. Instantly bubbling and boiling as his flesh broke the surface, the milk turned into an almost solid mass as it absorbed his erotic energy, made so much more potent by this recent teasing on his aching cock. Holding the bucket up now, it was heavy and full, and with an evil grin on his face Demetrius dug out a huge handful of the pudding.
Opening the long luscious legs of Sethoset wide, he liberally and totally coated her hot wet sex with the substance, adding another thick coat to both of her breasts for good measure and making sure her deep cave was stuffed to the brim with the teasing gel. As the thick viscous liquid touched her flesh she whimpered and shuddered as more and more orgasms were ripped from her body. Leaning down to her face, he kissed her deeply, and for good measure, walked to the other side of the altar and lifted up her curling shaky foot. Spying her toes perpetually flexing back and forth as evidence of the pleasure surging through her body, he gave each one a long loving lick and decided to coat them as well. Seeing all of the naked servants on the floor equally comatose in the throes of unending pleasure, he made short work of the buckets and coated and filled each one completely. The Princess and all of her servants now would have a long, pleasant and perpetual orgasmic sleep as the gel slowly dissolved over the next seven days. Smiling at his own cleverness, he strolled over and grabbed the leash of Europa and started to lead her out of the temple.
Demetrius stumbled several times as he tried to exit, his head light and intoxicated both by his erotic ordeal and by the teasing gel working over his own body. Completely exhausted, as it had been almost exactly twenty-four hours since he had set foot in the temple, his time here had been quite active. Grinning as he licked his lips and tasted the Princess on his tongue, he willed himself forward despite his horny fatigue and the teasing sensations that continued tickling his cock. Crumpling to the ground and moaning as his legs gave out, he could not help but pitifully and impotently stroke his cock, despite the knowledge that he had no chance of releasing his seed. Europa, her human nature boiling in lust, clopped up behind him and licked his back as he shuddered on the marble floor, her remaining human desires desperate to feel male flesh on her tongue once again. Feeling the long, hot, rough tongue of Europa on his back, he was spurred on, wobbling and wavering unsteadily on his noodly legs as he and Europa finally exited through the great stone front doors.
Dawn was just beginning to break outside and as they both stepped onto the broad plaza. Demetrius raked his brain to try and remember the spell of invisibility but it was no use. The knock on his head on Sethoset's ship and his overwhelming raging horniness kept him in a fog and thus he could remember nothing of the spell. Scurrying down the gold path towards the dock, in the faint purple light of daybreak Demetrius could make out two figures shrouded in the violet mist. Approaching warily, he froze as the first stranger talked.
"Well done Demetrius, WELL DONE, and Right on time too! Now, quickly, move Europa aboard and let's get the fuck out of here." Apollo joked as the shocked Demetrius said nothing but stood slack jawed in complete silence.
"Who, what, wha, who, well" Demetrius stuttered as Apollo finally took pity on him and introduced himself.
"Today is your lucky day Demetrius" Apollo began. "My good friend the Divine Ares here and I have come to rescue you. Now, quickly, get that fat cow on board so we can get out of here. The Princess won't sleep forever and I certainly do not want to attract the attention of Amon Ra or any of the other Egyptian Gods while we are here."
Demetrius again stood silent, but nodded and eagerly complied, his mind racing at this sudden and fortuitous divine intervention. Still in cow form however, Europa scowled at Apollo and Ares as she recognized them both and was quite pissed at being referred to as a fat cow.
Now on board, Apollo ordered the oarswomen to row triple time while others wiped the goo from Demetrius. Now was the most dangerous part of the journey and Apollo knew that time was their enemy. As the giant wooden oars struck the water, the drummers began their relentlessly fast beat and the ship began racing back up the Nile towards the Mediterranean. Exhausted from his labors, Demetrius collapsed onto the deck and fell fast asleep. Now safe, he smiled as he realized the end to his long quest was finally coming into sight. As he lay snoozing on the deck; Ares, Apollo and Europa (still in cow form) stood around him and watched. Holding his hands before his face, Apollo studied Demetrius's body, burning the image into his mind so that once back into his divine form, with his powers restored, he could transform Ares into this disguise.
Europa, her heart swelling with love for her savior, leaned down and licked his chest with her long cow tongue. Looking back up into Apollo's face, her large bovine brown eyes silently begged to be transformed back into human form. Petting her neck, Apollo grinned.
"Patience dear Europa, PATIENCE. During our journey up the Nile, I am going to transform back into my God body, but it will take time. I promise though that once we are out of Egypt, I will change you back to the beautiful woman you once were." Reaching around her body and stroking her full bulging udders with his hand, Ares whispered into her ear.
"Yeah Europa, maybe once you are back to your regular body, you will let us both have a go at these puppies!" . Enraged, Europa swiftly kicked Ares smack dab in the middle of his face, instantly knocking him out. Seeing this, Apollo could not help but laugh, as he ran his hand over her large muscular neck. "Same old Europa I see!"
The trip up the Nile went smoothly and took only a week to complete. Apollo was beneath the decks in his chamber, undergoing the process of transformation, but Ares remained above deck in human form. Still sporting a large black eye from Europa, he spent the days peppering Demetrius with questions about his quest and his time with Aphrodite. Demetrius, unaware of Ares motives, gladly and easily spoke and with great relish described that glorious day with Aphrodite so many years ago. Listening to this human describe how thoroughly he serviced his lover's pussy enraged Ares, but he maintained the illusion of calm and continuously plied Demetrius with more and more wine to loosen his tongue.
As they sailed up the Nile, Sethoset and her servants remained comatose and growling in the temple. The milk took all seven days to evaporate from their bodies and during that time every inch of their flesh was teased and tickled to insanity, orgasms and pleasure flowing from their bodies like a flooding river. No one entered the temple during this week as the sounds of groaning and panting indicated that the Princess was deeply involved in some sort of private ritual to Sekhmet. Finally, on the seventh day, her body covered in copious sweat, her pussy vibrating and sore, satisfied beyond anything she could have ever imagined, Sethoset and her servants awoke.
With exquisite timing, Apollo and Ares ship passed through the port of Mendes and out into the deep blue waters of the Mediterranean right as the Princess awoke. They were safe now, free from the territory of the Egyptians and back into the world of the Greeks. Apollo, emerging from the lower decks strode over to the still human Ares, Demetrius and the cow form of Europa.
Stretching his hands above his head, he sighed. His body once again bathed in a divine golden glow, Apollo was fully restored. "MAN, it is great to be a GOD once again!" Looking at Demetrius he winked. "You poor humans have it rough. I have a newfound respect for the daily bullshit you people have to put up with!" Hearing these words Demetrius smiled and opened his mouth to speak, his voice stuttering with nervousness.
"Great God Apollo, I, well, are you going to help me complete my quest? I mean, I don't want to pry, but that is why Zeus sent you isn't it?"
"Absolutely dear boy" and turning to Ares he winked. "Yes, I have much work to do! And yes, you are correct, your quest is almost over."
Meanwhile at that exact moment, things came to a head in the birthing chamber of the palace of Ammon Ra. Sekhmet, her body also dripping with sweat had suffered and enjoyed the past week. Feeling every sensation on her body that Sethoset felt on hers, the continuous orgasms and lust that surged through her flesh masked the labor pains they had initiated. Now that the sensations were gone, with a huge shrieking growl, she bore down on her womb and began to give birth. Thoth, Amon Ra and his wife Hathor stood around Sekhmet and smiled as the time of the royal birth was at hand.
Punching Thoth in the arm, Amon Ra grinned. "So, dear Thoth, my son-in-law, you are going to be a father! This child of yours has been prophesied from time immemorial. The fruit of your loins will grow to be the most powerful God on earth. To him every head shall bow and every leg shall kneel when in his presence!"
Thoth, his great Ibis head squawking, shook in both delicious excitement and glowing pride. Seeing his beautiful wife growling and straining in her stirrups, when her howls grew deafening, he knew that now the long awaited child had arrived and he and the other Gods in attendance strained to lean forward and see his first born son. The two midwives squatting at the end of the birthing table now received the child who violently and fearlessly wriggled out of his mother Sekhmet. Seeing the child clearly as they cleaned the afterbirth off of his body, the midwives' faces drained white and their blood ran cold as ice.