Page 23 of Hermes
Smilaxwasnomore.At least she was no more in the sense of being able to speak to anyone or be noticed by them as the miserable plant that she now was. I had gone against Aphrodite’s warning to cause great harm to her, yet I had no regrets about it whatsoever. The two of them plotted against me. They tried to tear Crocus and me apart by making him fall in love with that abominable Smilax who he would never have loved of his own free-will were it not for Aphrodite’s awful influence.
Smilax had earned her just reward. She had it coming to her for not only being deceitful towards Crocus, but for also being beyond disrespectful to me. Such things cannot be forgiven. Actions have consequences, and Smilax’s actions warranted this consequence I bestowed upon her.
Now that Smilax was no longer a human, I wondered if the spell that was cast over Crocus had dissipated. Would he come to his senses? Was the love that he elicited towards Smilax no more? I was determined to know if I had succeeded. And so, I briskly made my way through the path and back toward Crocus’s home. I didn’t care about keeping myself furtive any longer. I wanted him to see me. Needed him to see me.
As I approached his house, I peered in the front door, but the second I did, all eyes were on me. His siblings seemed so small, so fragile, with their bulged eyes darted at me. Guilt instantly swarmed me for disturbing them all. Maybe now was not the right time to confront him.
“Hermes!” Crocus called out before I could turn around and make a clean getaway. “Please, don’t leave,” he practically begged, causing me to shudder in my steps.
“I won’t…” I simply stated.
He kneeled down to his brothers and sisters, whispering something to them that I was unable to overhear, before he stood up and came to the entrance to greet me.
“Shall we talk outside?” he suggested, leading me back toward the dirt trail that led to the village.
“Are you feeling okay?” I inquired, wondering if the spell Aphrodite and Smilax held over him had fully diffused, possibly causing him to have a headache of sorts.
“Yes. If anything, I feel like my mind is more clear than ever,” he informed me.
“Oh? Well, I’m glad to hear that,” I replied.
We strode along the trail side by side. I could not find the words I wanted to say to him. Should I tell him about all that I did to Smilax? I wasn’t sure. What if he resented me for doing such a thing? I had no clue where his mind was at, yet I was determined to know, so I refrained from mentioning anything about her, hoping he would reveal whether he noticed her disappearance or if he was indifferent to it.
“I…” he paused, scratching the back of his head as he walked with me, seeming confused as ever. “I disregarded you, did I not? I chose a woman over you, Hermes…” His voice trailed off, as if he seemed regretful of everything he had just said.
“But it wasn’t your fault, Crocus,” I revealed to him, ready to put it all out there and let him know the reasoning behind the fogginess now in his mind. “Aphrodite put a curse on you. She wanted you to fall in love with someone else, to punish me for the quarrels that linger between her and me. But even her curses and spells cannot come between the strong bond that exists between the two of us.”
“Did she really!?” he asked with astonishment.
I nodded. “Yes. And it was all my fault. I should have arrived here sooner so I could have put a stop to it. I’m sorry it took me until now to do so.”
His hand grabbed the back of my upper arm muscle, that contracted the instant I felt his soft grip on it. “No. It is I who should be sorry, Hermes. I love you. And I will love no other but you. I cannot believe I was so weak as to be put under…”
But I pressed my index finger to his lips to hush him. “You have done nothing to apologize for. No mortal is above the curse of any god or goddess. You would have fallen victim to Aphrodite no matter what. I am just glad I was able to put a stop to it once and for all.”
Crocus lunged froward, wrapping his arms around me like his life depended on it. I accepted his warm embrace and clutched onto him, tighter than ever.
“I love you, Hermes. I truly do.” He cried into my shoulder, to the point where I could feel a slight wetness leak onto my skin from his soaking tears.
“And I love you too, Crocus. I love you so much, you have no idea.”
But he would have an idea soon of how much I did love him. I would grab his hand and lead him to our private beach to show him just how much.
We could barely contain ourselves, sprinting through the thick forest and towards the beach where we first met. I held his hand, practically dragging him as we navigated through the trees and dirt trails until we arrived. I released him, but only for a moment as our feet hit the soft, tepid sand so that we could pull our tunics off.
Once his fully bare body was visible, a savage instinct overcame me. I lunged forward at Crocus, the two of us colliding and falling onto the ground from the impact. My lips met his as we rolled around in the sand. Those soft, luscious lips of his were just as warm and smooth as I remembered them. It wasn’t until this very moment that I realized just how much I needed Crocus. How deeply he fulfilled me—physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Our eyes closed, allowing us both to get so lost in this passion that existed between us. Our tongues collided, entangling themselves in one another. But this wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more of Crocus. Needed more.
My hand reached to stroke his now hardened cock. It garnered a whimper from Crocus the second he felt my touch against it, giving him the ultimate pleasurable sensitivity. My grip on it tightened, and slowly I started moving it up and down at a steady, rhythmic pace, stroking him.
Our mouths separated from each other just for him to be able to utter, “Mmmm. That feels so good,” before our lips locked together again. I wanted Crocus to feel beyond satisfied. He needed to feel exceptional. So, I quickened my speed on him.
His moans became louder, letting me know he was enjoying this faster rhythm. But suddenly, I could feel him try to push off of me, which left me startled.
“Wait…” he practically begged. “I don’t want to finish just yet. Let me please you,” Crocus offered.
I nodded, which was all the signal he needed to roll me to my back so that he was atop me. Crocus lowered himself so that his knees were at my feet, his mouth so close to my own erection. What happened next was inevitable. I stretched my neck, tilting my head back to face the brilliant blue sky. All I could do was close my eyes and brace myself for that feeling of ecstasy I knew that would come over me when I felt the gratifying warmth of Crocus’ mouth consuming my cock.
