In the days when the world was young, there was a simple nobleman, a devotee of the pleasure goddess, Hedone, named Hephaestus the Younger. At his side stood a boy from the shores of North Africa, tall and fair of skin, with a name lost to history. These two the goddess sent to the sparse and arcane Realms Beyond, there to find an ancient and storied treasure: the Star of Morning. In the hands of a goddess, it could shape reality itself. Two years later, the questers managed to return victorious.
Hedone richly rewarded her servants with an island hidden from the prying eyes of the world. There they could summon, for a fortnight, any of the world's most beautiful and famous women from any period in time. There they could enjoy them in any manner they liked. Hephaestus lived a long and lust-filled life before he was taken to a place of eternal bliss. But his servant? He the goddess gave eternal life, kissing his forehead and naming him Sovereign. He had dwelt on Pleasure Island ever since, enjoying the world's women and doing Hedone's will.
It is now Christmas Eve in the year 2020. Pleasant breezes blow over the sun-kissed island. A rich, springy, carpet of emerald grass stretches from the beautiful, brown, earth of the landing strip to the ornate, white bungalows, trimmed with gold. There are guests on Pleasure Island, as there often are, gaily sipping champagne in the arms of incredibly beautiful women. There are elegant strings of icicle lights everywhere and baubles of crimson, emerald, and gold. A fine pine tree grows in the center of the isle, six stories tall and clothed in opulent glory. After the year these people have had, the peace of Hedone's gift is truly a blessing.
In the largest bungalow of all, on a bed fit for a king, sat the Sovereign, who appeared to be nineteen, though he was far older. He wore a long, cream, robe, trimmed in gold, supple, leather sandals, and a crown of golden laurels. Beside him, in a stunning, long, black, dress, her blonde hair shining beautifully in the light, sat Elizabeth Montgomery, flashing a small, coy, smile.
"Come a little closer, and I'll make sure you have yourself a merry little Christmas." she opened, snickering.
"I see you're trying to get on the naughty list this year," the Sovereign replied with a sly smirk, and slid closer.
"You got a problem with that?"Elizabeth returned, gently slipping off his robe.
She ran a seductive finger down his toned, muscular, chest. The Sovereign shivered at the static sensation as her finger lightly brushed his flesh. When she reached his ten inch cock, already rock hard and leaking precum, she caressed it and eagerly kissed the tip.
"Delicious," she sighed, smacking her lips and squeezing his ass.
"Naughty little slut," the Sovereign moaned lustily. "Stroke that cock for me, Elizabeth. Get it nice and hard. Shit, that feels good! Now rub the underside of my cockhead. Fuck! Just like that!"
"You're really sensitive right there, aren't you?" Elizabeth giggled softly. "What if I jerk the tip just like this?" She spat on her hand and pumped the skin of his cock over the bellend, sending waves of deep carnal pleasure racing through his loins. "I feel you swelling in my hand. And all that warm, thick, precum, too. Moan for me," she ordered gently, kissing one of his nipples. "Tell me how much you love what I'm doing to you."
"Oh, God," the ancient guardian gasped, as every pore in his body began to radiate passionate heat. "You're being a little tease, that's what you're doing to me. But fuck if you aren't making me happy. Rub the head with your thumb," he panted. "This shit feels so good!"
"Ask and you shall receive," Elizabeth said as she complied. It is Christmas after all."
She gripped his cock and swirled her thumb around the precum-slick head, relishing the Sovereign's blissful spasms. Bending her head, she sucked each of his nipples as her glorious hair cascaded over his shoulders. Her free hand slipped down and seized a handful of ass. A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips as it moved toward the Sovereign's asscrack. The second her fingertips touched the crack, however, he stiffened noticeably.
"Ah, ah, ah," she chided sweetly, kissing his cheek. "You have to trust me if you want to feel good. I promise you'll love every second of it, and God, the thought's making me so damn wet. Give me your asshole," she whispered huskily, nibbling on his ear, sending shocks of bliss surging through the Sovereign's body.
