Page 10 of Orpheus
Apollo let my hands go. I could hear him taking several steps back. As much as I wanted to peek to see what he was doing, I maintained control and kept my word to him.
“Now, lift up your arms and open your hands wide, palms face up,” he commanded.
I did as he wished and suddenly felt an object in my hands. “You can open your eyes now, Orpheus.”
Once I did, I was stunned by what I was holding. It was a lyre, but unlike any other I had held before. The arms and the crossbar were made of the purest gold. The strings were of the finest animal hair. It must have come from some rare beast or creature because I had never seen such miraculous coarse hair in all my life.
“It’s a lyre…” I uttered, stating the obvious.
“It’s not just any lyre. This one is beyond unique. It’s magical and fully blessed by me. When you play it, you will even attract the attention of the animals, plants, and all of nature that listens to your sultry melodies,” Apollo explained.
I was rendered speechless at first, taking the time to spin the instrument around to admire it from all angles. “I… I don’t know what to say. I am not worthy of such a gift, Apollo. This is far too lavish for someone like me.”
He shook his head. “I think it’s actually theperfectinstrument for you. You truly deserve it.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much,” I softly whispered. I was so caught up in the gloriousness of the golden lyre, finely plucking its strings and eliciting the loveliest of sounds, that I paid no attention to Apollo, who now moved around me and came up from behind me. His arms then wrapped around my body, startling me at first.
But all worry I had was alleviated as he reached his hands and placed them over top of mine. “Play like this,” he intimately breathed into my ear, stroking my fingers across the delicate strings with his own hands.
Although he may have been trying to teach me a new technique, I was paying no attention to it. All I could do was focus on his chest, which was pressed into my back along with, what I could tell, was his erect cock, planted firmly into the crease of my rear. I inhaled his manly scent. It smelled as if he were just recently in a forest. The woodsy musk seeped into me. I wanted that scent of his permanently lingering on me.
My heart had a mind of its own. It was as if I was having an out-of-body experience, watching myself from afar. I had no control over my actions. All I could see was my own head tilting back, glancing at Apollo in my periphery. His face leaned down to greet my lips with his.
This was the moment. My first kiss, my first time touching a man in such a way, my firsteverything. It was even better than I had imagined. His mouth was warm and lips so silky smooth. I could feel his tongue now entering me to meet my own. It was slippery, yet tasted so good. Our mouths devoured one another.
I separated from him, just so I could place the lyre on a nearby side pedestal and spin around to face him. Our arms latched onto each other once more. The embrace was so tight, so wistful. My mouth returned to his, except I allowed my tongue to be more of the aggressor against his this time.
I was madly wild for this God and hoped he felt the same about me. Apollo’s hands grazed under my tunic, feeling the tenderness of my back arching into him.
He lifted my tunic from over my head, so that I was now bare naked before he dropped the cloth that lingered around him, which fell to the ground swiftly, so effortlessly.
I had to stop and stare over his full, bare body, exposed to me. His cock was stiff, pointing high in the air. Seeing the massive thickness of it sent a rush of blood through me, further erecting my cock.
Apollo reached to grab it. The touch of his warm palm wrapped around my girth made me shutter with pleasure. I let out a barely heard whimper at how amazing it felt as he began stroking it, his arm motioning up and down on it.
Only ever had I pleasured myself with my own hands. But having someone else’s skin rubbing against it was a feeling so much greater. So much more. I closed my eyes innately, wanting to soak in all the euphoria as I possibly could from this. I lifted my neck so my head was facing the ceiling, only further heightening all my senses as he stroked me.
It wasn’t until I heard movements from below me that prompted my eyes to open and glance down at the source of the sudden noise. Apollo was now brought to his knees. His face was at eye-level with my cock, which he continued to squeeze and rub in his clenched fist.
I had no time to think about what he was doing. It was unheard of. Here my God was, bowing down on his knees before me.Me, but a mere mortal. How could the roles reverse in such a way? How could he possibly allow it?
But I let him. A surge of power overtook me. Apollo’s submission brought out a feral side of me that I never knew was buried deep within me all this time. I felt confident, nearly invincible. It was I who now felt more in control of this God, wanting him to do all that it would take to make me hit my point of ecstasy. My point where I wanted to erupt my juices all over him. And so, I reached out my hand, firmly gripping the back of his head, pulling him into me so that his mouth wrapped around my cock.
His wet tongue rolled over my shaft. Those soft lips of his curled around my manhood and he bobbed his head up and down on it. “You are miraculous,” he barely got out of his mouth, in between catching his breath, before he continued to suck on me.
“My Gods, you feel phenomenal on me,” I stated, wanting to give him further approval to do whatever it took to get me to hit my breaking point.
“Youtastephenomenal,” Apollo added, picking up the pace with his rhythm on me. I closed my eyes, and further let my wild, aggressive urges take over. I forcefully gripped his head, tugging on it mercilessly so that my full length struck the back of his throat. The God’s eyes widened, likely shocked by my assertive behavior.
It didn’t take long for me to reach that moment I’d been waiting for. The moment that had built up within me since Apollo first laid his hands on me. The pressure was completely concentrated, gathering on the end of my cock until it finally released out of me, escaping my body. Apollo further used his mouth to drain me, to let every drop I had to offer trickle down his throat.
I stepped back from him in wonder. He rose to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm to get the leftover residue off of his lips. I could not believe what we just did. My senses were now returning to me and I nearly felt ashamed for all that we had just did, especially in his sanctuary at Delphi.
“I’ve never done this with anyone, ever before,” I admitted to him.
A smirk crept up on his face. “Well, there will be more of that to come,” he stated. “And next time, I want you to be the one to service me, to do just as I did to you.”
And I wished that moment was now, but I knew better than to continue what could be deemed as anymore sacrilegious actions that desecrated the very sanctity of this temple.
