It had been a week since the Grace's party and Apollo still had not come out of his bedroom. Concerned over his continued absence, the servants in his palace stood nervously outside his closed door and goaded each other into deciding who among them would be brave enough to knock.
"Pindar, I think as chief steward, it should be YOUR job to rouse Lord Apollo!" the frightened servants begged, each shivering at terror at the prospect of doing it themselves. Pindar was not moved by this argument and his mind raced as he tried to figure another way of waking Apollo without irritating him. All of the God's servants had heard of his naked exposure and milking at the hands of Euphrosyne, and all knew that there would be absolute hell to pay now, so in general they wanted to avoid him. Apollo was a very vain and proud God and his anger at his total and utter humiliation in the gardens of the Graces would consume his every waking moment now.
Furious beyond words, after his release from the shackles of Hercules, Apollo stormed naked and still dripping chocolate through the palace and immediately locked himself in his room alone. Now three days later, Ganymede had been sent by Zeus himself to inquire upon Apollo's continued absence from the war council with an order that he MUST attend that morning no matter what. Now with a direct command from Zeus the servants agreed that they would have to intervene and get Apollo to come out of his self-imposed exile. None relished being the one tasked with waking the God as he had a notorious short fuse and each feared being blasted into ashes by his magical rage. Finally, the beautiful nymph Marta pushed the flummoxed men aside and volunteered for the task herself muttering "COWARDS!" under her breath as she pushed open Apollo's bedroom doors.
The room was pitch black as it was still well before dawn and Marta held her breath as she stepped into the dark room. Tip toeing across the cool marble floor, she silently padded down the few steps to his sunken bed chamber in total stealthy silence. Shocked, she gasped as the vision before her focused in her eyes. There, glowing in his divinity, was the gloriously naked body of Apollo, stretched wide on his bed and with his cock painfully erect. He was still deeply asleep, but from the look on his face and the rigidity of his erection it was quite obvious he was having a very pleasant dream. Moaning softly, his left hand cupped his testicles while his right slowly stroked his shaft. To the naive and beautiful servant Marta, who had never seen her lord so deliciously displayed this was truly the most erotic vision she had ever witnessed. Instantly frozen in a lusty haze she gushed her nectar onto the floor and stood silent, mute and frozen in place as she watched Apollo slowly jack himself off.
In Apollo's dream his conflicting emotions about Euphrosyne were working themselves out in his subconscious. She was gasoline to his burning fire, and his lust for her body commingled uncomfortably with his overwhelming desire for revenge for his humiliations. He both hated and loved her at the same time and as he slept visions of his cock slamming into the glorious and truly divine ass of the Grace danced through his dreams. He could not have known, but at that very moment on the other end of Olympus, Euphrosyne herself was having very similar erotic dreams about him and also was frigging herself wildly as she slept, visions of Apollo's golden tongue worshipping her body cavorting through her cortex. Marta, breathlessly watching Apollo stroking himself for five minutes finally succumbed to her own unbearable lust, and ripped off her thin silken gown and crawled into his bed in between his legs.
Lovingly removing Apollo's hand from his cock, she replaced his fingers with her warm wet tongue. Instantly the God responded with even louder groans, and as she worshipped his rod, slowly tickling his testicles with her left hand while her right explored every dimple and crevice of his incredible six pack he softly whimpered. Sweating and moaning, he arched his back and exploded into her hot moist ravenous mouth. Opening his eyes and smiling as he saw the top of her head gobbling away at his manhood, he reached out and stroked her long golden hair. "MARTA!" he exclaimed. "You among all of my servants truly know how to wake me up properly."
The incredibly aroused nymph raised her face up from his crotch, his seed dripping from her full luscious lips. "Lord, I hate to disturb you, but Zeus is asking for you to attend the war council in his palace this morning."
Apollo frowned, but nodded. He dreaded facing the other Gods as he knew he would be the source of great amusement, but a direct order from the King of the Gods was not something that he could ignore. Cupping her face with his hand, some of his own seed ran down her chin and dripped onto his fingers. Marta instantly grabbed his hand and sucked them dry in a moment of automatic passion. Now fully awake, Apollo stood in his room and passed his hand over his body, robing himself completely in a dazzling golden toga. Looking down at Marta still kneeling on his bed, deliciously naked with her warm round female form aching for his touch, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Why don't you come back and visit me tonight Marta, we have some unfinished business don't you think?"
The delighted Nymph's face instantly lit up and she giggled uncontrollably at his words. For the rest of the day she would lounge in the bath preparing for her evening with an Olympian God, a just reward for being brave enough to disturb a sleeping divinity. Apollo said nothing else, but exited his room and walked out into his garden launching himself into the air on his flight towards the palace of Zeus.
In the Palace, Pan and Dionysus were laughing as they each recounted the fun they had at the party of the Graces. Dionysus, turning to Pan asked, "So Pan, your party is coming up in just a few weeks. I think the Graces have raised the bar pretty high now, so what are you going to do to top them?"
Smirking, Pan replied, "Di-Di, let me tell you, my Harvest Ball is going to be EPIC!!!! You will NEVER be able to top it when you have YOUR Winter Solstice feast, you might as well concede defeat now!"
Dionysus laughed, and agreed that he was going to have to up his game too. The Gods, like mortal men, are very competitive and each want to show the other up in whatever way they can. Each God is very jealous if another divine being has a larger altar fire burning in their palace, but even more each wants THEIR party to outshine any other God's. It was largely good natured, and Pan truly had made spectacular plans for his annual late autumn harvest festival. As they joked, Apollo slunk quietly into the corner and every eye turned to see him enter.
Zeus grinned as he saw Apollo shyly try and sneak into the back of his war room. He more than any other loved a good joke, and Euphrosyne and the Graces had set up the arrogant and vain Sun God so perfectly, he glowed with admiration for their cleverness. Laughing under his breath as he watched Apollo try and melt into the council unnoticed, Zeus finally bellowed "Well guys, look who finally decided to join us in our war council, it is our old buddy Coco Cock!" Instantly the room erupted into howls of laughter at the joke and Apollo burned in shame and rage but held his tongue. He knew that he would just have to bare these insults silently, but quietly hoped it would be short lived. Thinking to himself that once his revenge on Euphrosyne and the other Graces was complete, it would be THEY who were the butt of all jokes rather than him, but because of his oath his plans would have to be modified. He would still have his naked revenge on them, but it would have to be through his brain power and not through magic.
Eventually the laughter died down and the grim business of war planning resumed. Zeus continued to grow annoyed that he alone seemed to be concerned about the coming inevitable conflict with Egypt. Ares continued to be AWOL, and most of the other Gods seemed to not take the threat very seriously, none but he knowing that within the year devastation and disaster would rule the earth. Now approaching afternoon, Zeus turned to Poseidon. "Brother, I want you to go to Vesuvius and check on the progress of Hephaestus. We are going to need a lot of siege engines and artillery, and I need you to go gently remind our smithy that he needs to produce faster than his current rate." Poseidon nodded and headed out to begin his flight towards Italy.
Zeus, unable to resist a joke at his brother's expense called out as he left "Oh, and while you are there, you two can commiserate about both being cuckolded by Demetrius. I am sure Hephaestus and you can figure out why your divine wives prefer human cock to God cock." Grinding his teeth hard into his jaw, Poseidon stormed out into the garden and launched into the air on his journey to Vesuvius. He, like Apollo, dreamt of revenge but also lwas constrained by a divine oath not to use magic. Flying towards Vesuvius however, he realized that while HE was under sacred oath to leave Demetrius alone, Hephaestus was not, and thus the beginnings of a plot formed in his mind as he rocketed over the Adriatic towards the sunny shores of Italy.
Apollo joined in the mockery of Poseidon, happy that someone else was finally the object of group ridicule. His respite was short though as Zeus now looked in his direction. "Now, for you Coco Cock, I have a mission as well. Perhaps if you took your brain out of your balls for a second, you can do this small task without fucking it up completely?" Zeus's biting words cut, but Apollo said nothing. His shame had been complete for all to see and he knew Zeus, although enjoying the joke, was disappointed that he had allowed himself to be entrapped so easily. "Go and find Ares! He is supposed to be a fighter not a lover, and although I am usually pretty forgiving of Gods engaging in amorous pursuits, his fuckfest with Aphrodite has gone on way too long. We need him back here, and we need him NOW!" Nodding, Apollo walked out the side door into the gardens, his brain seething in rage.
As he walked through the lush landscape of Zeus's palace, he heard a loud whistle coming from his left. There, sitting on the full green lawn and surrounded by a small crowd of lovely Nymphs attending them was the beautiful and obviously quite drunk Goddesses Amphrite and Pethio. Seeing Apollo, the lovely ladies could not resist taunting him. "HEY, Sweet Cheeks!" Amphrite yelled out, barely able to keep from degenerating into complete hysterics. "How about you come over here and give us girls a repeat performance! We all were just discussing your fantastic cum show from the other night and would like to see if those delicious balls are filled up again for an encore?" His face reddening in absolute fury, Apollo leapt into flight and sped off into the distance on the beginning of his journey to find Ares and Aphrodite.
Laughing as he flew off, Pethio added. "Man what I wouldn't give to sink my teeth into those rock hard buns!" Her comment inspired much giggling from the Nymphs in attendance, as they all had also been at the party and Apollo's phenomenal naked body and incredible seed display had been the topic of every conversation for days.
