Page 11 of Orpheus
“I look forward to it,” I simply said.
“And this is only the beginning, Orpheus. I still have so much more to show you. So much more toteachyou in the art of love-making.”
When I first arrived at Apollo’s temple, I did not know that he would wind up becoming my own personal mentor. And even as I would leave his place of worship soon, not only did I get to have the God of the sun serve as my musical mentor, but I also acquired his expertise as a mentor in the art of love.
Back home, I stood on the edge of the shores of Pieria, my toes dipping into the water as the waves crashed against them. I held my golden lyre against me, closing my eyes, deep in thought over all that had transpired in Delphi and everything since then.
Apollo proved to be a magnificent teacher. My musical skills were growing at an extraordinary rate with his assistance. We often made love after our lessons, in the meadows, on the beaches, or wherever it was he had me visit with him.
Apollo’s cock inside me and mine in his… it was the most pleasurable experience in my entire life. His sex was an addiction of mine. When it came down to it, I mostly looked forward to the idea of making love to him, rather than making music with him.
What Apollo and I had was unconventional, to say the least. Yes, our sex was other-worldly, and yes, he was a splendid teacher to me. But that was the extent of our relationship. We never discussed personal matters or affairs with each other. He never visited my family with me, nor did he ever stay at our castle. I still spent my dinners with my mother, father, and aunts, while also alone in my bed every single night.
Our relationship was strictly physical and meant as a way to further evoke our creativity and our pleasures. Yet, I could not understand why, after the many months we had been seeing each other, I was feeling a little underwhelmed. The beginning stages of being unfulfilled were creeping up on me, digging their sharp nails into me, begging for something more.
The only relationships I had to go off of as inspirational models were those of my family and the ones I’ve heard about in famous tales and from the stories the scholars told me in the castle. In those relationships, lovers stayed with each other all the time. They slept in the same bed, had conversations over dinner, gave each other kisses goodnight, and woke up to each other the following morning. The art of love-making was the one thing Apollo and I had in common with those types of relationships, but that was all.
And I had to keep asking myself if what Apollo was giving me was enough. I wasn’t quite sure, but I could not deny all that the God had to offer me. I would never ask him about our affairs and what it meant and if it was even normal. No. Because what if Apollo viewed my skepticism as a lack of trust… a betrayal? He would withdraw his services as my musical mentor. He may even consider taking away the lyre that I had grown so fond of. Plus, the God of music was my key to success in this world. I could not risk losing him. So, anything he needed to be pleased with, until I could stand on my own two-feet as a world-renowned musician, I would do, without reluctance.
As I thought this, I glanced at the shallow depths of the sea. A unique heart-shaped object caught my eye.
Of all the…
I stepped further into the cerulean waters of the Thermaikos Bay, attempting to get a closer view of what exactly the heart was.
I burst into laughter, as I recognized it wasn’t just a single object. It wastwoof them. And they weren’t exactly objects. They were living things. Two seahorses,hippocampus, that were mating. Their snouts connected and tails intertwined, forming the shape of a heart that deceived me.
It was a rare sight in these shallow waters of the gulf, and my face glimmered with hope and excitement. I could not ignore the irony of this situation. Thehippocampiwere one of the few sea creatures I knew of that mated for life. They took on no other lovers. Once they found their destined soulmate, they were bonded forever. It dawned on me that such a relationship is what I desired. It was what I truly yearned for and needed.
I raised my lyre in the air and began to play a soothing melody for the two critters that were in love, using my soothing voice to sing a short verse to them.
Once you meet the one you love, you will always want to stay.
They will come back to you no matter what, even if gone astray.
Hear my hymn and dance along you glorious horses of the sea.
Grab your friends and have them join in your celebrated glee.
As I repeated the verse once more, I noticed a crowd had joined the two sea lovers. Other fish swam around them in a heart-shaped pattern as well. These glowing fish lit up the sea with their bright and vibrant colors. Even dolphins that were further out into the sea made their way closer to the shore to listen to my music.
I smiled, continuing to put on a grandiose performance for all of these sea creatures, celebrating the love of thehippocampi, the ones that truly deserved all of the praise and the recognition of everyone else around them.
The seahorses continued to stick together, not once parting ways with each other. They too bounced along to the music I rendered from my golden lyre. This moment was everything, and I loved every second of it.
Once Apollo taught me how to play this lyre he gifted me, I was able to charm every animal, flower, and even rocks and trees that I came across. They all were calmed and relaxed by my slow, sensuous tunes. As for when I played my jubilant and festive melodies, they all moved to the beat of my music and lyrics, dancing along with each syllable I sang and every chord I struck.
I watched the seahorses with elation, dancing around them and the other fish as I continued to pluck the fine strings of my lyre.
It became apparent that the joy I expressed for them and their love was what I wanted for myself as well. I wanted to be with someone, just one person for the rest of my life. I knew it was a relationship I needed to have and longed for. But I held my doubts that such a relationship could exist for me and Apollo. It made me wonder how long I could go on like this. How long could I allow lust to dominate my life over love?
Chapter 5
And so our lust continued. I drew my tunic over my body, tying the drawstring to tighten it. Apollo stood behind me, naked, his massive hands placed on my shoulders, squeezing them. He leaned forward to kiss on my neck passionately. He would no doubt leave a red tint from how hard he nibbled on it. I tilted my neck to the side to give him more exposure to continue to ravage it. His slippery tongue felt so exhilarating against my sensitive skin.
We had just finished making love in the field, gathering ourselves together before returning to the real world. Apparently, Apollo was not quite through with me yet, for he continued to rub his hands all over my body, now reaching beneath my tunic. I should be used to Apollo’s constant sexual aggressions. He was a god, after all. His hunger, thirst, and needs were far insatiable compared to that of a mortal. Naturally, he could go on for long hours of rough sex, even after I was beyond exhausted and fatigued.
But luckily for me, Apollo must have sensed my tiredness, for he removed his hands from my waist, allowing me to gather my wits. “I really should get going,” I informed him. “The sun’s going down. I don’t want to be late for dinner. My father will have my hide.”
