Approaching the island of the dead, Demetrius really wished he could wear clothes again as he shivered in the cold wind which matched the chill running down his spine from the sight before him. The Island was completely devoid of life, thick with dead trees and bone white cliffs surrounding the shore. He had to circle the island three times before he could find a place to dock, which was a tiny beach with a staircase of human femurs leading up the sheer cliffs to the main island above. Stepping his bare foot onto the beach he again shivered as the grains felt more like ice than sand. The entire land was choked in a thick Grey fog cloaking everything in perpetual gloom. Climbing the stairs, he prayed over and over to Aphrodite for protection, so scared that he even forgot to ask her for an orgasm.
Reaching the top of the cliff he saw that the interior was much larger than it appeared from the sea. In the center of the Island was a dead volcano, jagged rocks of midnight black stones covering its surface. Surrounding it in a circle was the infamous river Styx. The river, also black, churned and swirled so rapidly it was created dangerous back flows and eddies preventing any attempt to swim across. As he stood on its shore studying its currents a glowing white boat made entirely of human bone emerged from the mist. Piloting the boat was the fearsome Charon, the hollow eyes of his skull-like face boring into Demetrius as he shivered at his approach.
Pulling the boat to the shore Charon said nothing as he held out his boney hand waiting to receive his fee. Demetrius placed the coin from Io into his cold dead hand and again shivered in cold and fear as he stepped in the boat. Charon appeared to smirk as he looked Demetrius up and down as if to mock his nudity, but saying nothing he turned and began to pilot the boat to the other side of the river. The trip was short and once landed Charon silently pointed to the volcano indicating that the entrance to the underworld was there.
The climb up the volcano was painful as the surface was covered with jagged black rocks that were not being kind to his bare feet. Obviously living flesh was not welcome here as nothing on the Island of the Dead felt warm or pleasant only cold and dank as if the proximity to the underworld drained everything of vitality or color replacing it with gloom and pain. After a difficult climb of twenty minutes or so, Demetrius reached the top and peered into the crater, his poor feet covered in cuts and gashes. Never had he ever seen blackness darker than the one he now peered into and he wondered how he would be able to see his way around. Knowing he still had to get past Cereus, the three headed hell hound guarding the entrance, Demetrius nervously felt for his ring of invisibility. He only hoped that the smell of his fear would not be noticed by the dog as it was trained to prevent any living creature entrance and had three sets not one of sensitive noses with which to sniff out the living. Seeing a small crowd of the recently deceased heading to the main gate, he figured hiding amongst this shroud covered lot would make his task easier. Twisting the ring he dematerialized.
The dead said nothing as they marched single file into the cave entrance at the bottom of the crater. Cerberus sat still, his fearsome body standing at least 30 feet tall and all three heads showing jaws of impressive fangs seemed to be enjoying an enormous bone that the three heads were fighting over. Demetrius would have been shredded to pieces by his powerful mouths if caught, so his anxiety grew as the line approached him, but to his relief Cerberus was very preoccupied. The hound, focused on his bone barely noticed the crowd of the dead walking under his feet, looking down passively with his glowing red eyes occasionally to make sure no one was sneaking in, but mainly wanting to continue his snack. Demetrius quite easily got past him and breathed a huge sigh of relief once he entered the underworld.
He was amazed at the sight as surprisingly he was able to see despite the inky blackness. Walking forward into the cave on his quest for the pomegranate he was startled when at his feet he saw faces frozen into the stone and appearing to sleep. Studying the ground, he realized he was surrounded, for as far as the eye could see, with perhaps millions of souls trapped for eternity in the eternal slumber of the dead. He shuddered in an even higher level of fear as the whole scene was unbelievably eerie. As he gingerly snuck forward, careful to not step on anyone's face, he felt the unmistakable sensation that he was being watched, the hair in the back of his neck standing straight up. For once, his cock remained quite soft as if he too was too scared to show himself.
Behind him a grey mist began to form out of the ground. Swirling about it began to form into two shapes. Helen of Troy and Andromeda, whose beauty rivaled Aphrodite herself, had both materialized, drawn to the life force (and obvious erotic appeal) of Demetrius. As Helen grabbed his left hand and Andromeda his right, he screamed in terror, obviously terrified by their sudden ghostly appearance. Despite their spirit form, they were quite powerful and he was unable to resist as they chained his wrists to the ceiling of the cave and his ankles to two opposite columns. He was now completely helpless, and his cock, despite the fear coursing through his blood, grew hard at their icy touch.
Despite being spirits and long dead, they were still incredibly beautiful. Helen ran her gorgeous foot up his restrained leg teasing it with her icy but still beautiful toes. Andromeda was on her knees licking his straining balls, which despite her freezing tongue still ached and throbbed at her touch. Once again he found himself captive and under erotic assault, but despite their status as spirits neither had lost any of the beauty or charm they had when they were alive. Demetrius again moaned and shuddered as once again his cum slammed into the block of the curse. Not even a blowjob from two of the most beautiful women who had ever lived could loosen it.
"Give your seed to us!" Helen demanded as she whispered into his ear and licked and kissed his neck, driving him absolutely wild with desire. "Fill me with your essence!" Andromeda added as she briefly removed his penis from her incredibly talented mouth it throbbing pitifully as it popped out from her lips.
"By the almighty Zeus himself, I wish I could, on the sacred beauty of Aphrodite I WISH I COULD!" He screamed as they continued teasing him and stroking him, desperate to have him spray his life force into them. He told them his sad tale and how he was suffering under the curse as well as his seemingly endless quests explaining why he could not favor them with his sperm. They looked down at the ground, incredibly disappointed that they could not taste him and thus, if only briefly, fully experience the feeling of being alive. He did however say that he wished more than anything to take care of their needs if only they would let him. Helen and Andromeda looked each other and gleefully grinned.
Both of the ghostly women, their naked beauty undiminished by being reduced to mere spirit form, sat on the ground in front him, exposing their still luscious forms to his eager eyes. Each taking their feet and grasping his cock with their icy but still enticing toes, they began to stroke his shaft, each of his moans of pleasure appearing to add substance to their form. Running their toes under the head of his twitching shaft, each shudder of his body added more and more substance to their form, their bodies becoming more solid, their skin growing slightly warmer, the color of life returning, growing as his desperation for their bodies grows.
