Aphrodite's Curse

Even several days after Demetrius had left the kingdom of the Amazons, his ass still hurt. At night, he would dream of being rammed continuously by the beautiful Hippolyta's strapon, and would wake up hard, throbbing and twitching. It took at least a week before he could walk without pain, and it would be a month before the fire up his ass finally subsided.

Demetrius was focused however, not on his own ass, but on his quest. It had now been almost a year since he last orgasmed, and the lack of release caused him to occasionally hallucinate, imagining the beautiful Helen of Troy, or even Aphrodite herself sucking and licking his cock to creamy satisfaction. Sadly, for him, they were only hallucinations.

Finally reaching the shores of the Black Sea, he wondered how on earth he would obtain a ship for the next leg of his journey. The island of Medusa was in the Aegean, and would require a vessel to take him there. Still permanently naked, and subject to erotic attack by any women he encountered, Demetrius had to travel mostly at night and was sure to avoid other humans as much as possible. Crouching in the brush, he spotted the perfect solution to his dilemma, an unguarded fishing vessel. It appeared more than capable of making the Journey, and as it was a sailboat, he realized his journey would be much faster than a rowboat. Looking up and down the beach, he saw no one around and he quickly ran to the boat. Figuring it was just barely daybreak, he knew he had to act fast before the owner woke up.

Right as he untied it from the moorings, he felt a rope cinch up on his ankle and suddenly he was flung into the air, suspended from a springy tree that had been buried in the sand. He had walked right into the booby trap and now was hanging upside down, naked, dangling by his foot. As he struggled a cowbell attached to the trap clanged continuously, notifying the owner of the boat that their trap had caught its prey. As Demetrius struggled to untie his ankle and escape, he spotted 3 beautiful Greek girls running down the beach to the sound.

All were dressed in the absolute briefest of gray tunics, and they were barefoot, obviously having been quickly aroused from sleep by the cowbell. His long denied cock immediately started to harden as the sight of fresh young female flesh once again excited him. Demetrius just groaned, knowing that once again he was in a bad situation and hoped he could use his charm, obviously boosted by the power of the curse of Aphrodite, to convince them to help him. He wished hopelessly that just for once he could sink his cock into these girls and release his burning need, for these girls were truly lovely. His brain knew it was impossible because of the curse, but his cock of course never remembered that and responded as any males would to the sight of three beautiful young half naked girls, by rising to full attention.

Once the three sisters reached Demetrius, their anger quickly turned to lust. Being three girls fending for themselves in the male dominated world of Ancient Greece had made them hard, and they were constantly subjected to attempts to either take their virtue or their property by the other men of the village. Banding together as one unit, they found they could amply protect themselves. They had rigged up this trap as several brigands had attempted to steal their boat from them over the past few months, and this was their way of protecting their property. Those who had attempted to steal from them in the past all were dead now, their throats cut by the beautiful yet strong sisters, and they fully intended that this new criminal would meet the same fate. Once his form came into view, and they feasted their eyes on his still glowing flesh, perfect hard cock and sheepish grin, they melted. This boy would have to be punished, but not with death. They had other thoughts in mind.

Lydia spoke first, her voice cracking as she was overcome with the effects of the curse, her pussy getting wetter and wetter just being in his presence. "Whatever will we do with you boy! Trying to steal a boat from three helpless sisters. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Demetrius just grinned, looking quite adorable and non-threatening as he hung there naked. He told the girls of his plight, and his quest, and closing his eyes he begged for their assistance. He did not want to steal anything from anyone, but he needed to get to the Island of Medusa, and he needed a ship, and theirs seemed perfect for the journey. To his shock, the girls not only agreed to help him but even to sail him themselves to the Island as they were quite familiar with where it was. They would not stay there with him they said, as it was cursed, but they would at least get him to his quest. Once on the Island he would have no problem finding a ship to get off of it as they explained that hundreds of abandoned vessels littered the beach, relics of failed attempts by other fools to obtain the rose of Medusa.

Demetrius almost wept with gratitude. Asking how he would ever repay them, Lydia placed her big toe to his lips and said "Oh, I am sure we will think of something."

Getting the hint, he snaked out his tongue and licked her toe, sending waves of pleasure through her body. As they cut him loose, Lydia explained that he would have to show his gratitude to each sister. Dropping to the ground, he knelt before her and lifted her toes to his mouth, lightly kissing and sucking each digit as she lightly moaned in pleasure.

Lydia was still a virgin as were her sisters, and the feelings in her crotch were overwhelming and confusing to her. Each touch by Demetrius sent electric shocks through her body and within seconds she was pulsating and gyrating as the first of many orgasms ripped through her body. Grabbing her tunic, she ripped it off and dragged his face into her crotch. The second his tongue touched her clit, she exploded in pleasure. For the next several weeks each girl was serviced continuously by the never tiring Demetrius. He throbbed pitifully in desperation, but did what was required like a good servant boy; know that only by completing his quest could he ever cum himself. The sisters, years later, would often reminisce that the pleasure they had received that month with Demetrius and the number of orgasms they all had had, were equal to the number they had for the rest of their life. Each sister thereafter would spend many a night with their hands in their delicious snatch thinking about the handsome and godlike lover of their youth Demetrius.

The girls kept their end of the bargain, and sailed him to the Island of Medusa. The journey took a solid week, and was made much more pleasant by the fact that the poor boys face was never allowed to not be either up one of their cunts or worshipping their toes. For his part, even though he was throbbing and denied, Demetrius enjoyed his journey as all of the girls were beautiful, young and fresh and their taste on his tongue was delicious and the feelings of pleasure he gave them he enjoyed as well, if only vicariously.

As the Island came into view, the three sisters begged Demetrius to reconsider. The whole land looked ravaged, evil palpable in its presence. Despite Medusa being dead, having been killed by Perseus years earlier, it was still very dangerous. The rose of Medusa, the item Demetrius was there to retrieve, was well known throughout the Greek World. It had many magical properties and had been sought for years, although none had ever returned from their own quests to retrieve it. No one exactly knew what happened to those who went in search of it as none ever returned. Kissing each sister goodbye, he said he had to complete his quest and nothing they could say could stop him. They all wept softly fearing not only his death, but realizing that they would never see sweet Demetrius again, nor would they ever have their needs served like he had from any man ever. He kissed them all back, and waved goodbye as they quickly sailed away.

Clasping his simple spear and his sack, but otherwise exposed Demetrius wondered what horrible monster obviously was stalking this island, and how on earth he in his naked and vulnerable state would ever be able to fight it off. The girls had been right about the other ships, as there were literally hundreds of abandoned vessels on the beach. If he was able to survive, and obtain the rose, sailing off the island would not be a problem.

Walking inland he saw a dark vine covered forest. As he approached, the sight both excited and horrified him. Through the vines, deep in the center of the forest, he could see the prize, glowing a bright emerald green by itself. The rose of Medusa was beautiful, and it appeared all he had to do was walk right in and take it. The sight of hundreds of skeletons and shredded clothing littering the ground gave him pause. What had killed these men? Setting foot into the forest, he was shocked when the first leaves of the vines touched his flesh. They did not feel like normal vines, but were warm and soft like velvet.

The tendrils as the stroked his flesh as he walked caused him to openly giggle as each stroke of their leaves tickled his skin and again to his frustration, his cock reacted by growing to full hardness. As he almost reached the center of the woods, the rose glowing just feet away from him, he grinned, thinking this quest was going to be much easier than he originally thought.

Right as he was about to enter the clearing, a vine wrapped around his foot and held him fast. Reaching down to untangle himself, other vines all rustled loose and attached themselves to his wrists and his other ankle. Within seconds he was lifted off of the ground and spread wide. Demetrius now gulped in concern as he realized what evil fate had befallen those who had preceded him. His struggles were useless as each movement of his body only caused more vines to awaken and attach to him. Soon he was completely immobilized and his struggles were completely ineffectual. Wondering what would come next he did not have long to wait. His cock, still hard and throbbing had a vine slowly wrapping around it and stroking. Demetrius groaned loudly as the sensations were beyond anything he had ever experienced. It was like the best handjob he had ever had in his life, and had he not been cursed he would have shot his load within seconds. Shuddering and twitching, he saw two enormous unopened flower buds approaching him.

Fear turned to panic as one opened and closed its petals around his aching cock, tendrils of the vines tickling each of his balls. Soon he experienced the full force of the monster as he began to receive a blowjob that would have drained the balls of any man instantly. He helplessly moaned and thrashed as the bottled up seed in his balls pounded impotently against the wall caused by the curse. His mind blacking out he saw the other flower open fully.

He could not believe what he was seeing. The inside of the other flower now brought up to his face opened to reveal its contents. The inner chamber of the flower resembled a pussy perfectly, with a pink throbbing clit right in the center. His face was sprayed for the first time with the aromatic juice, its musky scent, so familiar to Demetrius causing him to become even more aroused. Helpless to resist, he dove his face into the flower and began to suck and lick the flower pussy like a wild man. The vines holding him shuddered and quivered at his attentions and upped their assault on his cock. A normal human male would have cum instantly but not Demetrius. Ironically for him, the curse of Aphrodite was what saved his life.

His mind overcome with erotic imagery, he was transformed into a man possessed. He had no other goal in his life but to worship this pussy in his face. Time had no meaning anymore. His quest was long forgotten as he was completely transformed into a perfect servant for the demon flower. Had he not been granted the gift of immortality, he surely would have died, for he was to remain in this state, worshipping the plant, his cock continuously milked, his balls relentlessly teased for a solid year. Each stroke of his tongue seemed to bring the plant closer to some sort of release, all of its vines throbbing in time to his oral manipulations. His body was continuously bathed in the aromatic juices of the plant, and remained slick with its nectar.

Finally, after a year of service the whole forest began to pulse and shake, finally exploding in a giant green explosion, nectar flying everywhere. Demetrius was thrown clear, and as the green fog lifted, there in front of him was Daphne, grinning widely as her glorious body continued to spasm from her long long long awaited orgasm. His head finally clearing, Demetrius blinked as the memory of his year in the clutches of the plant came into focus. Daphne had finally been released from her own curse, and looked both longingly and lustfully at her savior laying naked and throbbing at her feet.