Aphrodite's Curse

Shala was already bored. As the least senior concubine at the temple of Ishtar, she was always the very first "conquest" by the males on their erotic Odyssey to save Princess Carya. Still young at the tender age of 19, she was already quite world weary. A constant parade of tired old men or hopeless sissy boys had made her question her decision to become an initiate to Ishtar on many a sleepless night and she grimaced at the prospect of facing a new shriveled up shrimp cock today. It had been years since any of the men she had serviced been anything that got her juices flowing and she assumed today would be no different. The growing desperation of High Priestess Zakita and the increasing consternation of the King's court kept her focused on her duties, but for once she wished that she would not have to plaster a fake "aroused" look on her face and she could generate her own juices for the sacrifice naturally.

Prepared for the next group of male sacrifices, she already was naked and lounging on her bed in her cell. Beautiful in the extreme but still young and not as experienced as the other concubines, it was her job to take the male initiates first before passing them on up the line to her 99 other compatriots. If they could last the entire erotic gauntlet they would be allowed into the Labyrinth to hopefully service, satisfy and then release Princess Carya. Lately, few made it past one or two, and as each batch grew homelier and less endowed, she did not relish the task ahead.

Arranging her long black hair around her bed, she tweaked her nipples and tried to think sexy thoughts as she heard the tell-tale sounds of bare male feet padding down the marble hallway. Closing her eyes, she offered a quick prayer to Ishtar to give her guidance on her erotic duties and to help her create a proper offering. As her door opened, her mouth dropped and she gasped. There before her was the most beautiful man she had ever seen and he was already achingly hard. Silently she whispered thanks to the Goddess as she already felt her own nectar beginning to flow and fill her womb. Grinning, as she looked Demetrius up and down, she licked her lips and purred, knowing that for once she would have a proper offering for Ishtar.

"Woof!" she exclaimed as Demetrius entered her room, the coy and boyish smirk on his face only inflaming her passions more. For his part, knowing that relief for his century long denial was possibly coming to an end caused his penis to twitch in desperate anticipation. Looking down at Shala, he smiled as this task was going to be one he would enjoy immensely. Knowing that the more she was aroused the better the sacrifice to Ishtar, he committed himself to making sure the Goddess was throughly satisfied as all of her concubines would be.

Shala was stunning with her long flowing black hair cascading over sheets of red silk, her body cried out for worship. Curvy and top heavy, he saw her unconsciously rubbing her feet together and he knew she was growing wet. Her private cell screamed sensuality as it was covered in large overstuffed red pillows and dark marble walls which glistened in the dim light of twelve tiny lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Thick incense of sandalwood and rosewood hung heavy in the air, but through even this ponderous aroma Demetrius could smell her arousal, and his mouth already was salivating.

Grinning but saying nothing, he knelt down on the marble floor at her feet and bent down to gently kiss her ankle. Shala was shocked as she was unused to being seduced in this way as most of her "clients" were quite clumsy in their handling of women. Feeling his hot lips touch her foot, she already was gushing and she wiggled all of her toes in delight. Amazed she watched him gently take her foot in his strong hands and begin to slowly lick and kiss his way up from the heel, over her ticklish sole and then begin to suck each quivering toe in his mouth. Throwing her head back in ecstasy she was amazed as she experienced the first orgasm from Demetrius and this only from his kissing her toes. Twisting her face tight, she forced her nectar into her womb, saving it for the sacrifice at the altar later. As she moaned, Demetrius began slowly kissing and licking up her leg, his mind clearly focused on worshipping her properly.

For the next five hours, Shala was thrown into a world of sensual pleasure she did not know existed. Never before had a man taken such time to see to her pleasure, and Demetrius obviously knew what he was doing. Looking into his deep brown eyes as he stared back up into her face while teasing her nipple with his tongue, she stroked his youthful face and stared back deeply into his eyes. Despite looking no older than herself, his eyes had a worldliness and age that were much older than his outward appearance would indicate. Now shuddering and shaking in boiling desire, she could not take much more. Rather than just shove his cock into her as she expected, Demetrius spent hours slowly kissing and licking every inch of her body, bringing her desire to a slow rolling boil from so much teasing but purposefully avoiding contact with her aching pussy. So far he had only lightly kissed her outer lips and Demetrius laughed as he saw her desperately undulate, enticing him to lick her. Finally, she could stand no more and with both hands she grabbed the back of his head and thrust his face into her dripping snatch.

As he felt her nails digging into his neck, Demetrius knew it was time and he pulled out all the stops. Slowly opening her legs with his hands, he cheerfully nibbled on her pubic bone, inching his way to her honeycave which was blisteringly hot to the touch. Licking his lips, his hot strong tongue took the first of thousands of long lingering licks up her labia and over her clit, in one long continuous quivering loop. His hands stroking her beautiful stomach as he worshipped, her screams of desire caused his cock to painfully throb. He would make sure that Ishtar would receive the full measure of worship and sacrifice.

Hours went by with Demetrius slaving away between Shala's silky thighs relentlessly. Her throat sore from near constant screams of orgasmic bliss, she could stand no more and pushed him away and aggressively threw him down on her bed of silk. Literally growling in lust, she was like a wild animal and thrust her pussy hard down on his amazingly hard cock, shrieking as he filled her completely. This was a big upgrade from the poor specimens of the last few years and she was completely unhinged. Grabbing his throat she commanded that he empty his seed into her, wanting his sperm to mingle with her nectar for the ultimate offering to the Goddess. Demetrius moaned back as he felt her skilled pussy grip his shaft and attempt to milk him, a skill he had not yet encountered in all his years and travels through thousands of women. It was incredible and his balls screamed in desperation as they grew even bluer. Sadly he could not cum of course, but never before had he been "milked" like this and he strained and groaned as she writhed uncontrollably on his dick.

Shala grew irritated as he just smiled up at her but failed to shoot, but her irritation was greatly reduced by the waves of pleasure racking her body. Finally collapsing in complete exhaustion, her belly was completely distended as her womb was literally bursting from the nectar that had been flooding into it for hours. Right as she collapsed the doors to her cell flew open as several of the other concubines burst in to investigate what was taking the "client" so long to move on. Seeing Shala moaning on the bed asleep, her whole body covered in sweat and the smell of arousal so thick in the air the concubines were shocked and yet instantly aroused as they surveyed the scene. Demetrius laughed as he was manhandled by the five women to the next cell, all of them stroking and caressing his body as he was pushed down the hall into the adjacent room.

For the next three weeks Demetrius was incredibly busy, as he licked, sucked and fucked his way up the Ziggurat through the servicing of all one hundred concubines. To his great delight, each woman was more beautiful and sensual than the last, and each was desperate to have him empty his seed into their hungry caves. Had he not been "cursed" as well as being immortal he could never have survived this test nor lasted unemptied past Shala. By the end of the three weeks though, his balls were as blue as the walls of Babylon itself as the taste of so much pussy on his lips, and the feel of so many beautiful bodies pressed against his had made his sufferings and desperation far worse. As the last beautiful concubine collapsed in bliss under his worshipful tongue, the ache in his balls made it hard to walk.

Demetrius did not care however as he knew that now he was reaching the end of this quest, and as Dionysus promised, Carya would provide him the relief he so desperately wanted. The High Priestess Zakita herself enjoyed his oral ministrations as the sight of every one of her acolytes literally bulging like over-ripe pumpkins with their hot nectar made her desperate to have a go at this God-like young man herself. Laying back on her enormous bed and purring like a kitten as Demetrius worked between her legs, she prayed continuously to Ishtar to accept this tremendous offering. As her fiftieth orgasm shot through her body and curled her toes, she shrieked and gently pulled Demetrius out of her crotch.

Looking down at this handsome lad, she kissed his forehead. She was sad that their time together was over and she also had a twinge of guilt as the dangers he faced in the Labryinth were severe. His face shining in the dim light of her room, as her own juices dripped down his face, his boyish grin made her gush once more and she had to work hard to keep the nectar in place as her womb already ached as it was painfully full. Stroking his face, she leaned down and spoke.

"Demetrius you have served the disciples of Ishtar wonderfully these past few weeks, beyond anything I could have ever hoped for. I have no doubt the Goddess will be most pleased with the offering and will protect you on your journey. Once we are finished with the ceremony, I will lead you to the Labryinth and you can use those magic lips and supernatural cock to release our dear Princess! Now, you have been UP for weeks, so get some sleep."

Demetrius nodded and grinned, kneeling on the ground he buried his face in the stomach of Zakita and lovingly licked and kissed her naval. She shuddered once more as this gesture made her even hornier, but despite her desire to throw him down and ride his face into the night, she knew the time for the ceremony had come. All of the concubines were bursting and the pain of holding so much love juice in their womb for weeks was excruciating. Pulling him up onto the bed, Demetrius instantly passed out as soon as his head hit the giant soft silken pillows. Sleeping on his stomach, Zakita could not help her self she dug her nails into his flesh and ran over her hand over his marble hard ass leaving long red marks.

Out in the plaza in front of the temple, the crowd instantly quieted as the beautiful and naked concubine stepped forward onto the balcony and blew her giant horn. As the days before had turned into weeks with no sacrifice, the population of Babylon had grown increasingly agitated. The sound of the rams horn however brought relief to the crowd but also dread, as expectations for the sacrifice were low. For years each offering was smaller than the last and murmurs of worry filtered through the throng as they waited.

The murmurs grew louder as the hundred concubines filed out as their appearance caused a great stir. All naked and bejeweled, each struggled to walk as their faces twisted red with pain underneath their masks of Ishtar, their bellies distended and swollen, bulging excruciatingly full with their own nectar. Several cried out that the concubines all looked pregnant and the worried murmurs grew even louder. Circling the great bronze brazier, the women all struggled to sit on their stone chairs, the pain of holding in their juices causing them great distress as their bodies screamed to release their heavy load. As the horn blew again, in a change from normal protocol, they all suddenly released their nectar all at once in a great flood, not being able to hold in the fluid for another second. Spewing like a hundred broken dams breaking simultaneously, the amount of the thick honey that shot out from each beauty was simply astonishing.

Gasps of delight shot through the crowd as they were amazed by the sight. Each woman literally gushed out gallons of hot aroused wine from their quivering pussies as they moaned and screamed loudly in relief. As the sweet nectar hit the flames, the tiny fire within grew into an enormous conflagration with flames shooting up hundreds of feet into the air as the sweet honey of their bodies fed the flames. The fire now changed from a warm orangey red into a bright purple glow, the heat intense and radiating outward into the crowd. Billowing clouds of purple smoke wafted up out of the flames and began ascending into the clouds overhead as each woman made her offering.

Gasps turned into cheers as no better omen could have occured. Obviously Ishtar would be pleased as it took two hours for the concubines to release their wet sticky offerings into the flames, each literally collapsing in exhaustion as their wombs emptied. Far away in her heavenly palace, Ishtar sensed a change in the cosmic order as the purple smoke entered her nostrils and woke her from her afternoon nap. Her eyes snapping open as the scent of so much sexual energy released at once, she grinned.

"The time has come at last! The savior of Carya has finally arrived!!!" she smiled as she rose from her bed of swan feathers.

Blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Demetrius woke from his long overdue nap. The past three weeks had been like a dream and although he was anxious to continue on in his quest, part of him was sad that he was finished with Ishtar's servants. Despite having had Goddesses and Nymphs, Princesses and Sirens, and even fierce Maenads as lovers over the past hundred years, few experiences could have prepared him for what he had just enjoyed. The Priestesses of Ishtar were beyond stunning, their beauty and sensuality matched only by their skills in the arts of love. Rolling over onto his back, he smiled as he looked up at the carved marble ceiling of Zakita's bedroom as he reminisced over the joys and pleasures he had just partaken in, the sweet taste of feminine arousal clinging thickly to his lips. Looking down at his cock however, the familiar pain and ache of desperation returned and he twitched uncontrollably as he mentally prepared himself for Carya.

Hearing many voices in the hall, he sat up and stretched, rubbing his jaw which was sore from so much overwork. As the doors swung open, he grinned as Zakita and several beautiful and more senior concubines entered and stared at him sitting on the edge of the bed. Zakita spoke first.

"Demetrius, the offerings to Ishtar went perfectly, and I am now sure that the favor of the Goddess will smile on you!" Clapping her hands she continued "Now, Girls, prepare him well for Princess Carya!" As Demetrius stood up, the room rapidly filled with girls all carrying sponges and small ivory jars and all giggling as they entered. Leading him over to a small sunken tub in the middle of the room by his erect cock, he sighed as warm scented waters were poured over his body and he was slowly lathered up by countless talented female hands. As scented oils and aromatic ointments were rubbed into his skin, all aches and pains in his overworked muscles rapidly released. When suddenly his tormented and desperate blue balls were coated in the warm substance, and his penis was gently massaged by slick sweet hands, he twitched but sighed as the healing powers of the ointments were now apparent. Emerging from the tub,he was now completely refreshed and very aroused as he was patted dry by the naked servants.

Zakita took Demetrius by his testicles and lead him alone into the hall. Again, the sights before him were amazing as nothing in Greece could match the sheer grandeur of the grand Ziggurat to Ishtar. He had been inside for a week and still had only seen a mere fraction of the temple. Now that he stood outside the bedroom of the high priestess, he was at the very top of the temple. Relentlessly fucking and sucking his way through the concubines, he had gradually been moved up the great edifice as each floor above held more experienced and even more gorgeous acolytes than the one beneath it. Richly decorated in pink and purple marble, gold bas-reliefs to the Goddess were carved onto the walls, and as he traveled further up the temple, the scenes grew more elaborate and explicit with the sexual exploits of the Goddess of Love being delicately and lovingly reproduced. Now at the apex of the Ziggurat, the sights were beyond description.

Reaching the end of the great hall, Zakita paused and closed her eyes while she held his cock and balls in her hands. "Oh Great Ishtar, queen of heaven, hear my prayer. Protect this servant on his quest and imbue him with your blessings to release and heal your devoted servant Carya!" As she spoke, Demetrius felt an electric charge release from her hands into his crotch, and it now felt warm and tingly as she released his swinging meat from her hands. Opening two enormous bronze doors, Zakita was silent as she pointed down the dark hall that beckoned before them. Stepping inside, he turned to ask her a question but was met by the doors rapidly closing behind him and locking. Knowing this must be the entrance to the labyrinth, there was no exit, and only by moving forward could he find a way out.

The hall was dim but not completely dark as tiny shafts of light fed through holes in the ceiling towering above him, giving the impression that he was outside on a moonless night. Moving forward, the marble was cool under his bare feet and the hall in front of him seemed to go on forever. Walking cautiously down the galllery, when he reached the end it was obvious that here was the beginning of the labyrinth.

Demetrius openly gasped at the sheer magnificence of the engineering that went into this structure. Looking up at the ceiling fifty feet above his head, it was similarly carved as the hall to appear as eternal night as thousands of tiny shafts of light opened up above him. Below this curved ceiling spread the labryinth for thousands of feet in all directions. Giant walls of dark purple marble twisted and turned in a dizzying array of possibilities that would be difficult to navigate in full light but was now near impossible in this perpetual twilight world. The walls themselves were at least twenty feet high and completely smooth, thus preventing anyone from being able to climb up and find the way out. Despite the gloom, the room was beautiful and surprisingly cool in this desert kingdom.

Walking just a few feet into the maze, Demetrius hit his foot on something and looking down he saw the vacant stare of a human skull staring up at him from the floor. Gulping hard he kicked it out of the way, as he shivered. It was obvious that the pleasant part of his journey was now over and the grim reality of Carya's curse was illustrated perfectly by the lifeless eye sockets glaring back up at him. As he crept forward, he was unsettled as at each new turn in the maze, he thought he saw something moving just out of his peripheral vision.

Every neuron in his body firing, goose pimples rose all over his flesh as he slowly moved through the dim passages. Creeping through the gloom, his nostrils picked up the unmistakeable scent of female arousal, and despite his fear, his cock instantly reacted and grew extremely hard.