Horny Gree Gods

Each story in this series is a retelling of an erotic Greek story, or an erotic interpretation of some aspect of Greek mythology. Stories can be read in any order, as a series or as stand-alones. Kinks include BDSM, non-con/dub-con, mind control, masturbation, group sex and taboo (bestiality), and each story is in the appropriate category. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: this story is non-consensual. If you're not a fan of that, try some of my other works, in this series or otherwise, instead!

It was my first time on the overnight shift at Athena's temple, and as the only priestess there, I was on high alert. Not that we ever got any trouble; human men are too terrified of the goddess to try anything.

As it turns out, it wasn't human men I should have been fearing.

A sea breeze drifted through the temple, raising the hairs on my neck. I drew my robe tighter around me to guard against the cold, when a hand on my mouth caused me to freeze in terror.

"Hey there, sweetheart," a male voice, rough and weathered, whispered into my ear. My heart pounded painfully in my chest as I realised with a shock who my assailant was -- Poseidon, god of the seas, rival of Athena, taker of women.

He chuckled as I whimpered in fear, sliding a second hand along my thigh. The fabric shifted with his touch, slowly exposing my skin to the pale moonlight. "You shout for help, and I'll punish you in ways that will make you scream for death. You pray for your goddess to rescue you, and I'll personally visit Hades to ensure your afterlife is as miserable as anything you can imagine. Understand?" I nodded.

Withdrawing his hand from my mouth and instead cupping it around the back of my neck, he came around to face me -- a tall, thin man with silver stubble, curly black hair, and eyes filled with storms and danger.

Not to mention that deadly smirk.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" His fingers kept moving, slowly dragging the fabric of my robe to the side to expose my thigh.

"P-please, my lord Poseidon, have mercy on me. I beg y--"

SLAP!

"I asked you a question, bitch. Now answer me. What. Is. Your. Name."

I rubbed my stinging cheek cautiously, holding back the tears burning in my eyes. "Medusa, my lord."

The glower on his face melted back into a smile, and he brought the hand he'd used to slap me into my hair, gently playing with the curls. The other still toyed with my clothes; tugging on them, testing them.

"Medusa," that gravelly voice contemplated, "now that's a nice name. You're very beautiful, you know." I shuddered, but he just looked at me expectantly.

"Th-th-thank you, my- my lord."

"There's a good girl."

In one sudden movement, he grabbed a fistful of my robe and yanked down and outwards, trying to rip it. I gasped and looked down reflexively at his actions, but the hand in my hair tightened, keeping my head looking up at him even while he tried to tear my clothes off.

"M-my lord, please, I am a virg--mmnnpphh! Mmph mmmmmnph!"

The god laughed at the gag he'd made for me, a ring of seawater surrounding the lower portion of my face and filling my mouth. Bubbles rose, but hardly any sound could escape other than whimpering -- and even I thought I sounded pathetic.

"Much better, sweetheart. Now, remind me -- what percentage of humans is water? 70, 71%?" I didn't understand, but I was about to.

Seemingly of their own volition, my arms raised above my head and entwined my fingers into my hair. No matter what I tried to do to stop it, the god seemed to be manipulating the water in my body to move it around. Like a puppet, a sex doll for him to do with as he pleases.

Now that I was holding my own head up, he had both hands free to fully rip one side of my robe, exposing half of my body to him. My shoulder stung where he pulled the fabric against it, the white cloth now hanging off of the other, barely concealing my modesty.

He traced a finger over my exposed breast, and I could feel goosebumps rise in response to his cold touch.

"Now for the other one," he grunted, yanking my robe down hard and ripping the other side, discarding the tattered fabric.

Both of his hands looped around my waist to cup my exposed ass, pressing me into him. Oh, gods -- I could feel his erection through his robe, between my legs, pressing upwards into me. More tears flooded down but they only served to gag me more as they joined the ring of water. His thumbs drew slow, lazy circles on my skin as I sobbed in helpless desperation, all the time with my hands on my head like a naughty schoolchild and my legs spread apart for him by that damned control of my body.

As his hands continued to massage my ass, something other than the friction began to make me feel... aroused. Confused as I was at it, I couldn't even look down to see what he was doing to me, and it took a minute for me to realise what it was.

He'd manipulated my body again, magically bringing more and more blood into my pussy. My now-swollen clit was being dry-humped by a god moving my hips back and forth against his throbbing boner, and... and I couldn't get enough of it. Bubbles rose in my gag as I moaned, my cheeks growing hot as he laughed at my degraded state.

"Oh, Medusa, you ARE a little slut, aren't you? I haven't even started to play with you yet and you're begging for more. Well, your prayers have been answered, sweetheart. I'm only just getting started."

I whimpered, almost against my will, as he withdrew and tossed his robe to the ground. Suddenly the seawater gag was removed -- only for the water to duck down between my legs, a miniature vortex swirling slowly around my clit. Enough to keep me turned on, but only barely. Why was he torturing me like this? What did a rapist god have to gain from my pleasure?

"Kneel."

I no longer had the strength to protest. Shakily, I got to my knees, cold stone floor pressing painfully into them, hands still obediently kept in my hair.

He smiled and patted my head condescendingly, like I was a bitch he had trained to sit, lie down and play dead. "Now pleasure me."

I must have misheard. "Wh-what?" Not that I was complaining, but I thought he was going to take my virginity. This was a far better alternative. Without waiting for a reply, I opened my mouth wide for him.

The taste wasn't as bad as I was expecting; a little salty and a little musky. I tentatively licked the top of the head and noticed that the ball of water swirling between my legs just got a little faster. I continued licking, a little faster and a little harder now, and sure enough, it began to spin faster, eliciting a moan from me.

Was Poseidon... rewarding me for pleasuring him?

Unable to bear the teasing any longer, I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could, aggressively bobbing my head forwards and backwards, sucking on my way in, dragging my tongue across the underside on my way out. It was difficult when I couldn't hold it or even put my hands down for balance, just pleasuring him as best as I could with just my mouth. Because that's all I was to him -- a hole to be used.

The thought turned me on as much as it scared me, and the vibrations against my core became more and more intense the more I sucked and licked.

It was a cruel cycle -- the more pleasure I received, the more difficult it was to pleasure him as enthusiastically, and so the water slowed down and I was frustrated.

Apparently Poseidon was getting annoyed about this too, and he took charge. Gripping the back of my head, he began to use me, face fucking me until the sensations between my legs became unbearable.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as my eyes rolled back into my head and my mouth opened wide -- that is, wider than it already was to swallow his cock. "Ohhhh, ohhmmooph, mmmph, oh!"

I didn't understand why he pulled out of my mouth with a quick 'pop,' but my confusion was quickly resolved when I suddenly felt my breasts grow very warm and very wet. Now I was just as dirty on the outside as I felt on the inside.

But I only had a brief respite.

Again, he took control of my body and I stood slowly, backing up into the cold, stone wall of the temple, the temperature even more shocking compared to the heat on my breasts and on my clit.

"S-sir, you're not seriously still going to fuck me after th-- Mmph!"

The gag having returned, he laughed at my powerlessness and walked towards me, clearly still very aroused.

"You be a good girl and hold still for me now, ok sweetheart?" He grinned at his own joke -- it wasn't like I could do anything else. He pressed my body into the wall with his own, my chest against his own, and I felt my legs raise against their will -- each one going over one of his shoulders to hook my ankles around his neck.

"So ready for me..." he murmured.

Slowly, he began to press himself into me. At first it wasn't too bad, especially with how wet I was, but then I felt a pinching pain and tried in vain to cry out. Out, then back in to the same point, and a little bit further, oh it felt like being pinched and poked relentlessly. "Fuck, it's tight in here," he grunted, slowly thrusting in and out as my muffled cries of pain slowly died down.

He seemed to feel my hymen give way even as the pain abated for me, and began to pick up speed, ruthlessly fucking me into the temple wall, my legs spread wide for him and my hands still in my hair, helpless.

"God, Medusa, you feel so fucking good sweetheart, I'll have to come back for you tomorrow," he panted, digging his nails into the flesh of my ass.

I saw through to the subtext. 'I'll keep fucking you every day until Athena finds out and kills you.'

Being raped like this every day, unable to say or do anything about it, or even tell anyone. The thought turned me on as much as it frightened me, but apparently Poseidon wasn't going to give me any more pleasure today -- with a shudder, he held still as I felt him spill his cum inside me, leaking out and dripping onto the floor.

He summoned the water away from my mouth as he pulled out, using it to rinse himself off before he pulled his robe back on.

"W-wait! You're just going to leave me here? What if Athena comes back and finds me like this!" I started crying, huddled on the floor and desperately trying to pull my ripped robe around me.

"Then you'd better learn how to beg for your life, and pray she's more merciful than I just was."

He left me like that, semen on my chest and dripping out of my pussy, as I cried on the stone floor, hoping against all hope that I would survive the night.