Back in Egypt, Demetrius slept deeper than he had ever slept in his life. Exhausted beyond human endurance, his body covered in hundreds of bite marks and scratches from the innumerable women he had serviced on this journey up the Nile, he was lost in a complete deep, dreamless and completely unconscious state. His body showed the marks of his labors as each scar, scratch and bite mark was well earned. During the two week cruise up the Nile, He had lovingly tended to all of their erotic needs, the women biting and scratching his body in appreciative animalistic reactionary passion to his extremely talented tongue. Laying prone on a large circular silken bed, even if he had been awake he would have been able to move, covered as he was by the last twelve beautiful women who had wanted one more "test" with the Princess's toy.
With almost everyone on board asleep, the barge was very quiet in the dock of Luxor, the only sound heard being the gentle slapping of low waves of the river against the side of the ship. Snoring lightly, Demetrius suddenly gasped for air as an unknown female foot planted onto his face, inadvertently closing his nostrils as its beautiful owner turned to snooze deeper herself. As the chief guard entered the bedroom, clapping her hands loudly to wake the slaves, she smirked at the sight of a large pile of satisfied, snoozing women heaped onto the handsome sleeping body of Demetrius. Feeling her own pussy throb as she viewed him, she was extremely grateful that she too had had her turn in his bed. Grinning, she reminisced about how his superhuman erotic skills on her body had more than lived up to her wildest erotic expectations and had to fight the urge to leap onto his face for one more ride.
"Girls, Girls, GIRLS!!!! Get up and get off the Princess's property RIGHT NOW!" she barked as the slaves slowly, reluctantly and very sadly, woke and began to slip off of his body one by one.
The slave girls did not go quickly, and each lingered and kissed Demetrius as she was reluctantly pulled off by the guards. Waking now, Demetrius could not help but grin as he saw a dark haired full breasted beauty struggle to keep her lips clamped on his cock as two guards struggled to pull her off of the bed. Sitting up on his elbows, he winked at the guard, who despite the grim exterior of her outward demeanor blushed as she remembered his handsome face buried in her throbbing cooch.
Trying hard to maintain her composure with such delightful images flitting through her mind, the chief guard forced a frown onto her face and ordered two other guards to place his wrists and neck into a wooden stockade. As soon as the stock closed, Demetrius looked up at his captors in shock and disbelief as he thought for certain these methods would not be deemed necessary given his loyal and enthusiastic service of them all.
Running her hands through his hair, the chief guard purred. "Sorry about the excessive precaution Demetrius, but we certainly can't have you running off NOW. You have been chosen by the beautiful Princess and divine Goddess Sethoset herself (blessed be her name), and have passed her stringent test." Turning her back to him now she looked at the mournful nude slaves that remained in the room, all watching every movement of Demetrius with a painful radiating lust that was almost physically palpable. Their sadness turned to joy when she commanded "Slaves, clean this boy up and prepare him for the Princess. She awaits him in the temple of Sekhmet and grows impatient, so do not dally!"
Sighing, and resigned to more infernal teasing, Demetrius once again felt twelve sets of hands begin to lather up his body with the scented oils and sweet aromatic milk of Europa. His cock throbbing and balls tingling, he closed his eyes as the slaves once again bathed and scrubbed his flesh, leaving NO inch of him unclean. Looking down at his crotch, his poor long denied cock trembled and twitched, always hopeful and yet always denied. As they finally finished, he saw the two guards come forth and clasp a chain around the eye-hook in his stocks. Gently pulling him forward, he was led up the stairs to the upper deck, his body continuously stroked, pinched and teased by every woman he passed. Reaching the open air, his eyes squinted in the bright Egyptian Sun just rising in the east. Also to the east, past the dock and rising up to soaring heights was his ultimate destination, the enormous temple of Sekhmet.
At the other end of the Nile, still floating out in the Mediterranean, an enormous golden ship appeared in the morning mist and began to enter the mouth of the great river. Almost as luxurious as Sethoset's pleasure barge, this vessel obviously was the property of a very successful merchant and as it sailed into the harbor of Mendes bystanders on the shore gasped at the size and beauty of it. Rowed by a hundred beautiful oarswomen, the ship was grand beyond description. Despite the current outward appearance of calm and meticulous organization of the vessel, for the week proceeding its arrival at the mouth of the Nile, pure pandemonium had ruled its decks.
Both Ares and Apollo are very strong willed Gods, and having teamed up for this mission to Egypt, they found themselves perpetually in conflict over every detail. Ares, given his natural war-like disposition could not understand Apollo's objection to having the ship armed with ballista. Apollo could not understand Ares objections to the solid gold prow and bejeweled riggings he had wanted. Arguing constantly between themselves, the ship's final creation was a compromise but it had been a difficult one. As the impressive ship prepared to cross into Egyptian territory, the crew argued amongst themselves as to who would have the unpleasant task of rousing the two Gods from their private chambers.
Below the decks of the ship, both in their own personal cabins, both Ares and Apollo lay comatose in slimy pink cocoons as they underwent their metamorphisis into human beings. Both Gods had taken on human form as a disguise in the past, but before they had always maintained their divine powers, the disguise being in form only, not in nature.
Now however, things were radically different. Greece and Egypt were on the brink of war, and the second they crossed into Egypt, their divine powers would instantly be detected by the Gods of Egypt, acting like a giant beacon. No doubt undisguised they would be captured and punished accordingly, and with their powers being greatly weakened by the distance from their base, they would certainly lose any battle with an Egyptian divinity. After discussing the situation with Esclepius, and against his sage advice not to follow through with their idiotically dangerous plan, they obtained from him the metamorphosis spell. They would still remain immortal after their transformation, but would otherwise be completely powerless like any other regular lowly human. Despite this disadvantage, this foolproof disguise would keep their true identity completely hidden from the Pantheon of Egyptian Gods, and would be the only way they could travel through these lands undetected.
The spells to complete this transformation were very long and unbelievably complicated, requiring a full seven days to complete. During that time both Gods had to remain completely focused on the rituals and remain in a trance like state. In their trance, their bodies were slowly covered in a pink cocoon where they would hibernate until they emerged, like butterflies in spring, to their new human status. The same spells would be used to change back, but it was not instantaneous and required absolute concentration to perform, any distraction invalidating the ritual. Now in human form, once they crossed into the mouth of the Nile their futures were truly in the hands of fickle fate. Now that Egyptian border loomed, and after much argument, two unlucky crew members were finally drafted to wake the Gods from their chambers.
Knocking lightly on the door, the first crew member shook as she had no idea what to expect when she entered. Hearing no answer, she gingerly opened the door and entered. Gasping as she clutched her mouth she saw that there on the bed was emerging the slimey, shimmering "human" body of Apollo, his divine glow gone, just breaking through the crusty shell of his cocoon. Now fully awake, and feeling as if he was recovering from the worst hangover of his life, the cranky God barked at his servant.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! Bring me some willow bark and an amphora of wine for my head!!!! I feel like the Hydra slept on my neck and shat into my mouth!!!" Apollo screamed, his voice cracking and horse as he tried to get used to his new "human" senses. Scurrying out of the room on her quest, the servant ran smack into another running from the other end of the ship on an identical mission from Ares. Several hours, and many amphora of wine later, both Gods emerged on the top deck and laughed at the sight of one another as they continued to recover from their ordeal.
"Well well well Apollo, you certainly do make a FINE looking human, although you look like a strong gust of wind might knock you over!" Ares joked as he saw Apollo for the first time. Outwardly, Apollo looked very similar to his normal appearance, but there were subtle differences. Most obviously, Apollo's face was uncharacteristically unshaven and dirty, still dripping the pink slimy residue from his cocoon from his ear. His glow gone, his face betrayed the fact that for the first time in his experience on earth he felt unwell just from being alive.
Looking back at Ares, Apollo also laughed as he too looked amusing in his human form. His body still resembled his regular chiseled and handsome masculine form, but the war God's legs quaked as he too felt weak as a kitten. Ares was equally shocked at how many tiny pains and aches he was now experiencing as they surged through his body. Humans have long since grown accustomed to the sensations of normal mortal life, but for the two Gods, the experience was quite new and very disorienting.
Ares, realizing that for all intensive purposes he was "mortal" now, kept repeating this fact to himself. He certainly did not want his normal God like pride (with the loud obnoxious mouth that comes with it) to cause his now human ass to get truly beaten by some idiotic taunt. Toasting each other with yet more wine, as the ship passed through Mendes and continued towards Luxor, both Gods slowly grew accustomed to their new human sensations.
Viewing the shores of Egypt through human eyes, Ares rubbed his lower back as each normal slight pain of being mortal was experienced by the God for the first time. Looking at Apollo, Ares smiled and shook his head.
