The name is Maldos, and I am a Satyr. In case you don't know what a Satyr is, I will be glad to enlighten you. Satyrs are Immortal beings who walk the world of man. We look like men, but with somewhat hairier bodies, and we also have goat-like horns. Oh, and I almost forgot about the cloven feet. And the unforgettable goat-like tail. It turns on the women, I...
PROLOUGE Time: 4,000 B.C. Place: Mount Olympus Did you know that Life has a twin sister? Well she does her name is Destiny, together they're the Fates, and they always demand their say. Sometimes they get a bit lazy. It may take thousands of years to get around to things, but in the end they always get their way. Even gods, and goddesses forget this som...
Flying home to her undersea palace, Amphrite paused mid-flight and stopped. Hovering in the air, she now floated over the island of Circe below her. Small and secluded, few ever visited as the famous witch was notoriously private and did not warmly welcome company. Since her affair with Odysseus years earlier, and his abandonment of her, Circe had withdrawn...
She had felt strange for a while. It wasn't physical. This wasn't like a cold or the occasional migraine. This was different, this was in her head. It was hard to put her finger on it exactly. It felt as if her world were just a little bit out of focus. She tried to read but couldn't concentrate and TV was no good. It was a slightly frustrating feeling, as s...
At the base of Mount Olympus, near to the border between the realms of mortals and gods, there was a large and glorious hot spring. The waters of the spring bubbled up from the ground, warmed by the fire of Hades, and the bathes it formed ranged in temperature from comfortably warm to scalding hot. The air was always thick with steam and pleasantly scented t...
Author's Note: Following is the first chapter of a new chain story which I hope many of you will enjoy. This idea came to me from an Avatar that a poster in Literotica's forum uses. The image is of a painting titled The Slave Market. The artist, Jean-Leon Gerome has many works of art that are quite lovely. This particular one made me wonder what kind of stor...
"Closed! What the fuck...!" Aphrodite screamed as she stood in front of the small shabby restaurant across the way from Washington Square Park. Squinting her eyes, she felt her stomach drop as this final discovery was revealed to be another enormous disappointment, the latest of many she had had that day. The sign on the building was clear, Temple of Aphrodi...
Archimedes was working late. Charon had brought the final parts needed for the completion of one of his machines that morning, and he was putting the finishing touches on the device now that it was getting late. His hands sore, his eyes straining, he stood back and flipped the switch. Slowly it sputtered and spit, creaking, wheezing, gears finally turning, s...
Tara woke up to the taste and smell of a woman's sex on her face, as that lady ground her pussy onto her lips. Clearly, the girl wanted her to eat her out, and Tara was aroused enough by the mouth on her own cunt that she began to cooperate with the woman in question. What was distinctive about this lady, however, was the obvious presence of a hymen, which m...
Ashea regained consciousness lying among pine trees. Olympus had pine trees but here, she was lost. Where was she? Hera had said Anglia. An unknown land, and she was condemned to wander here endlessly. No contacts she could talk with. No God she could ask for help. She was a terrified nymph, on this first day of her banishment from Olympus. Aimlessly, hopele...