Page 25 of Arrogance
And so, I became accustomed to my daily routines with King Admetus. This would arguably be one of the easiest punishments Zeus had ever given to another god. However, I was in no position to question it. I relished my time spent with King Admetus. The more I spoke with him, the more charming he became in my eyes. Across the dining table in his grand hall, our gazes upon one another grew into a longingness. I sensed the king was becoming more enraptured with me as well, as time went on.
Three months into my stay in Pherae, I wanted to reward King Admetus for his generosity and hospitality. King Admetus met me in the field adjacent to his castle. He stood beside me as we both watched a female cow in front of us. “What is the meaning of this?” Admetus asked.
“Watch,” I informed him.
The cow soon gave birth to two calves at the same time. They were twins, just as Artemis and I were. “You did this!?” the king verified with astonishment.
“Yes. All of your cattle here will produce two calves during each birth. You will double your livestock in due time. It is my gift to you, King,” I relayed to him.
“You are so unselfish, God. I am blessed to have you in my presence.” It was the king who now bowed down to me, despite that I was the one who was supposed to be his servant.
“Rise, Admetus. There is no need for formalities.”
The king stood up once again, still in disbelief. “I have never felt the way I feel about you with anyone else, Apollo. I must admit, I am utterly disappointed now that I will only have you stay with me for the remainder of the year.”
I chuckled at his brave admission. “I cannot lie to you either, Admetus. Those feelings are reciprocated. Since I first laid eyes on you months ago, I had this build-up of passion flow within my body. If you’ll have me, I’ll share that passion with you.”
King Admetus stepped forward, taking my hands into his, stroking the back of them with his thumbs. “I would desire no other, Apollo.”
With that, he pressed his head against mine. Our mouths locked, and I finally was able to taste those sensuous lips of his that I’ve wondered about for the past three months. My hands traced through his wavy auburn hair. He reached for my lower back, flatly pressing his palms into it, so that he pulled me to him.
We kissed for what seemed like hours, not wanting to ever part ways. Eventually, we knew others would come searching for us soon, so we would have to reconvene at a later time. “Will you come into my private chamber later tonight?” Admetus practically begged in a whisper.
“Of course, I will. I am your loyal servant,” I replied with a clever smirk.
After dinner, we both retired for the night. We waited until everyone else in the castle was asleep. Once the coast was clear in the halls, I bolted into his chamber, softly shutting his bedchamber door behind me.
I had the perfect view of Admetus’ room in the pitch black of the night, for there were so many wax burning candles alit, scattered across all surfaces of the room. And there laid the king, sprawled out in his bed, with his scarlet satin sheets draped just over the top of his privates. My cock erected at the sight of his muscular torso. His chest was flawlessly round. His biceps were practically the size of melons. The flickering of the candles made the slight traces of sweat on his body glisten like fine gems.
I stripped my tunic from my body, and it fell right to the floor at my feet. Upon the sight of my bare body, Admetus moved further to the far side of his bed, making room for me. He softly patted the space next to him, beckoning me. It was odd for a mortal to be the one to make such a motion to a god. But these weren’t normal circumstances. I was technically the king’s servant, after all. Therefore, I would be obedient. Loyal as ever.
The second I climbed into the bed, his arms reached for me, pulling my body into him. We were side by side, our chests against each other, legs tangled, kissing one another again. This time, Admetus pressed his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it, allowing my tongue to massage his. My lips lightly tugged around it. I loved every second of this. His mouth was extraordinary.
Below us, our hips continued grinding together. Admetus moaned with pleasure, his body rocking harder into mine. My cock massaged the skin of his stomach, sliding up and down it. The friction sent a burst of thrill through me.
As I rubbed more and more into him, I reached my hand beneath my body and managed to get a grip on Admetus’ cock, tugging on it. The king’s body curled into an arch. “That feels so good, Apollo,” he huskily moaned.
Admetus repeated my motion, gripping my cock with his hand and stroking it. Our mouths returned, finding each other once again. My tongue dove into his mouth, eager and hungry as ever to greet his. We both were dripping, leaking out of our cocks, making our strokes all the more pleasurable.
The king placed his palms against my chest, now applying pressure to push me away. “I want to be inside you, God. Let me make love to you.”
I nodded at his request. It was the approval he needed to grip me by the hips and roll me over so that I was on my back and he was on his knees, hovering above me. He grabbed the back of my ankles and lifted my legs in the air. Using the slippery drops from our cocks, he wiped his fingers on it and applied it to the crease of my ass.
I whimpered with delight at the slide of his fingers against me. Admetus reached for his cock and held it, aiming right for me. He entered slowly, but I felt no pain whatsoever.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” he checked with me.
I smirked, shaking my head. “No. I’m a god, after all. The God of healing,” I added. Perhaps mortals experienced pain at such an intrusion inside them. But for us gods and goddesses, we had the pain tolerance of over a thousand humans combined. All I could feel right now was ecstasy.
A rush traveled up my spine once Admetus was fully immersed in me. I loudly moaned, letting the king know I was satisfied by his thrusts into me. “I cannot believe I am inside a god,” he exclaimed.
I reached for his neck to pull him down to me, to kiss him once more as he continued to make love to me. “Believe it, King. You can have me anytime you want. We have another nine months together, after all. Let us use that time wisely.”
Admetus grinned. After nearly an hour of him passionately making love to me, we reversed positions, and I was the one pressing my cock into him for several more hours.
We made love nearly every night for the remainder of my time here in Pherae. Both Admetus and I knew this was only a short-term relationship between us. I was a god, after all, and had other duties to attend to once my time of servitude had expired. As a mortal, he would grow old and wither away. I knew it was imperative for him to find another partner that he could age with. But we would make the most of the time we did have together.
Still, throughout my wildest moments of passion with Admetus, my mind would often drift to Adonis. What I would give to experience the touch of his body against mine. I knew I was destined for the gorgeous Adonis. But as a god, I still had sexual desires and urges that needed to be fulfilled. Therefore, I had no intention of abstaining myself from any attractive man who desired me. Why save myself for Adonis, when I knew he too was not saving himself for me? And right now, I was already impure from committing murder against Python. So why not continue to be impure for the time being?
