When Suns Collide

One day the god Apollo set out from Mount Olympus and began a journey farther than he had ever been before. He followed the River of Stars far into the heavens, where the gods' gods dwelled long ago. Why did he do this? He wasn't sure. Maybe because he wanted an adventure, and what better adventure than to go to a place none of the Olympians had ever been before? Maybe because he knew something was out there and he was drawn to it? Maybe it was both, those two are not mutually exclusive.

He didn't know what he was going to find out so far, so before he left, he packed the things he thought he might need, his bow and quiver, of course, and his lyre.

He walked along the bank of the River of Stars, the darkness of the heavens lit only by the faint shimmering of the stars themselves. He followed the arc of the river across the sky for some time, not sure how long (days according to him, years according to the mortal peoples) when he came to a vast desert.

Ahead of him there rose a mountain from the burning sands, its peak shrouded in clouds, its slopes covered in green trees, reminding him of his own home so very far away.

This was something interesting. Perhaps others lived here, someone who might provide a respite from the heat. So he crossed the sands and entered the slopes and found a narrow path through the trees and began to climb.

The terrain here was a relief after the barren landscape below, with ample shade and streams along the slope.

It wasn't long before he came to a small mountain tarn bracketed by dense trees. There was a trickle of water running into the lake and he stopped to fill his canteen.

Muffled words came to him from the other side of the dense grove. He pushed through the branches and saw them.

Three women. Two were swimming in the water, gliding back and forth across its still surface. The third, the youngest, was sitting on a shelf of rock over the water, she was reading.

The women were unlike any he had ever seen before. They had rust colored skin, freckled with yellows. They had narrow eyes as black as the heavens and their noses were slits in their faces. They had thin lips and tall ears with points to them. Their hair was long and black, pulled back in braids, each one elaborate and unique.

The two in the water were naked. They had narrow waists and narrow hips and long slender limbs. Their breasts were small and round like teacups, but they had four of them, with tiny dark nipples. Between their legs they had hollow stalks that appeared to be a sheath for the male member.

The one on the bank was short and quite petite and was the most heavily freckled. She wore a silk gown of turquoise and her braid was the simplest of them.

Past the lake with the exotic women were three golden horses that had scales and a single horn from the center of their heads and they had manes and tails that were made of fire. They stood and stamped their feet and ate the grass and leaves around them.

Apollo stepped out and made his presence known. Then one of the women in the lake noticed him and gave a yelp. He said, "Don't be alarmed. I don't mean to intrude."

"Well you are," one of the women in the lake said.

"Be nice," the other said.

"I'll step away and give you time to dry and dress, then I'd like to return and talk. Is that okay?"

There was a pause while the two in the water talked, then the second speaker said, "We'd like that."

Apollo kept his word and went away while they prepared themselves for his company. After some time he heard one of them call out to him and he returned.

Now they were all dressed in silken gowns. The two from the lake wore golden circlets around their heads and around their necks and arms.

"Who are you?" the tallest of the three alien goddesses asked.

"Apollo."

She smiled. "Strange name. Where are you from?"

"Mount Olympus."

She shook her head. "Never heard of it."

Then the other woman asked, "Why did you come here?"

Apollo put on his winning smile. "I came because I heard the women here were the loveliest in the whole universe."

Both of them smiled at that.

"But I'm also here to explore, learn more about the universe. And I would love to get to know you and your people better."

Their smiles widened. The tallest said, "Come sit with us and share a meal." The other woman said, "We have wine."

Over the course of many hours they ate and drank and told their stories in the comfort of that small oasis. They were very curious about him and where he came from. He told them that he was the god of the sun and archery and of music and that he rode a flaming chariot across the sky pulled by swans. He showed them his bow and arrows and shot some targets to demonstrate his ability. Then he showed them his lyre and played some songs for them. First a ballad, then some romantic songs to set the mood.

And they too told him about themselves. They told him they were three sisters and that they too were goddesses of the suns. The world below needed three suns. And so they rode across the sky each day on their horses of fire to bring light to the desert world below.

The oldest two were twins, their names were T'jem and Emril. They were born from a union of the god of the sky and the goddess of the earth. In addition to being sun goddesses, T'jem was the goddess of kings and queens and jewelry and parlor games. Emril was the goddess of the hunt and of wine.

The youngest was the goddess of the smallest of the suns, Muirenn, and she was also the goddess of poetry and calligraphy and of female protagonists in stories. Her personality was cold compared to the other two. She kept her distance from them and spoke only when pressed to do so.

The food they ate Apollo found strange to his Mediterranean diet. There were small slices of meat he learned was lizard and it tasted of cumin. There were apricots and dates and figs. The wine was sweet and strong and the women shared it liberally.

When the meal had ended, and everyone was a little tipsy from the wine, the twins asked Apollo if he wanted to swim with them. He grinned and said he would love to. So they undressed, laughing while they did, and slipped into the water and swam some laps across the length of the lake.

Apollo stopped swimming and put his feet on the rocky floor and leaned against the shelf and watched them swim. Then T'jem swam over and put a hand on his muscular chest. "A god of music," she said coyly. "You must know how to have fun."

Apollo grinned. But before he could answer, she pulled herself close. Their faces almost touched. He felt the brush of her nipples on his skin. "Do you find us beautiful?" She whispered.

"Yes." Also a whisper.

"Good." Then she suddenly reached over and grabbed Emril's hand. She pulled her sister close. She spread Emril's legs, put a hand on the small of her back and pushed her into Apollo.

The younger twin tensed at the suddenness of it, then relaxed and into his embrace. He kissed her and their bodies entwined, limbs entangled under the water. His arms wrapped around her waist, hers encircled his neck. One of her legs slipped between his, her thigh ran up the length of his.

It was T'jem that initiated the coupling. She reached a hand under the water and guided his manhood to her sister's stalk. He was as hard as he'd ever been. And her gentle touch brought him to her. The stalk widened. His manhood slipped inside. Emril gasped. He grunted. T'jem smiled.

He could feel her clenching the muscles all along the length of it, massaging his member. He began thrusting in and out. Emril giggled. Then she tightened her stalk around him and the clenching of her muscles kept him locked inside her.

It went like this for some time. She was in control. He acquiesced.

There were some light touches between Emril and her sister T'jem, her breasts, her shoulders. There was some kissing. First T'jem and Emril, then the taller twin moved to Apollo. Their lips were delicate and soft.

Emril climaxed first. Her body tensed, her head rolled back, she bucked her hips a couple times and clenched his manhood in her stalk like a vice. Then it was over and she relaxed. When she melted in his arms, only then did he begin thrusting again. In and out. Steady and powerful. And in a short time, he too climaxed and burst inside her. He held her tight, buried his face between her four breasts.

Then he let her go and in the water they drifted apart.

Aroused by watching her sister get fucked, T'jem was ready. As soon as they parted, T'jem moved in. She slammed her mouth against his, kissing him, biting him, devouring him. Her legs wrapped around his. His hands gripped her waist. He kissed her chest and shoulders. She nibbled on his ears. Furious expressions. Both hungered for the other.

Their bodies pressed tightly together. Wet skin pressed against wet skin, as they clung to one another. Hands explored each other. Apollo ran her hands down her gentle curves, savoring her soft smooth delicious skin. He fondled T'jem's breasts, pert and supple, the nipples hard. He flicked one with his tongue, while he fondled the lower two with his fingers.

Then they could wait no longer. He grabbed her stalk and pulled it over his manhood.

She cried out, bit her lower lip, head rolled back.

He came out fully between thrusts. She flexed her hips, adding to the ferocity of it. She ordered him to massage her breasts, then she ordered her sister to reach around from behind and fondle two of them as well.

They fucked with the force of two suns colliding.

T'jem climaxed first. She tensed as it neared, then she went faster, harder, telling him what to do to please her. He obliged. When it hit, it washed over her. It was a whole body experience. She shuddered. He held her tight. Then it passed over her like a stone in a body of water, starting at her crotch and rippling out to her limbs, then to her fingers and toes, and then it left her and in its wake she was satiated.

He spun her around and pressed her against the stone wall of the lake. He slammed into her. Eventually he too climaxed and burst inside her. He made a few more thrusts, each one hard, each one slowly extracted, the sensation along his manhood was incredible. After a few more littler bursts, he pulled out and they kissed long and hard and full of passion as they were natural lovers.

She climbed out and lay on the sand beside the lake. He lay beside her. Pressed against the side of his body, head in the crook of his shoulder, her hand idly rubbed his chest. Her leg tossed over his. They rested some. After a meal and copious amount of wine and a couple of fucks, he was completely satiated.

Some time passed, he wasn't aware of it, then she spoke breaking the stillness. "Can I ask a personal question?"

"Yes."

"How many lovers have you had?"

"That's very personal."

"It is."

A moment before he answered, "I've had many women, too many to count," then he added. "And there have been a few men too."

"Did you love any of them?" She asked despite herself.

"My sister Artemis, I never laid with her, but I love her more than any other" he said, paused, then said, "And there was the one who got away. Daphne. I loved her, maybe the only woman I've ever truly loved, but she didn't return my feelings."

"What happened?"

"She was a nymph. I chased her for a long time and when I was about to catch her, she called upon her father, a river god, to change her into a tree. That was preferable to being with me it seems."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault." Then a smirk. "How about you? I bet you're a real heart breaker."

Her smile seemed somehow coy. "I am."

"Who was the best? Besides me, that is."

She laughed, playfully slapped his chest. And she told her story. "A long time ago there was a competition between three of the mortals living on the world below. They were representatives of the three most powerful city states and their competition was to stand in place of a war. So, they prayed to me and asked me to judge their competition. I told them I would."

"What was the competition?"

"Discus throwing," she said. "It's a traditional weapon among them, sharpened bronze plates. Anyway, I had my favorite. What god doesn't? And I wanted him to win. So I offered each of them a gift. To the first I gave him a strong arm. To the second I gave him a strong shoulder. And to the third, my favorite, I gave him a strong chest."

"You devil."

"You guessed it," she said. "The first athlete threw his disk and it went far. He had a strong arm, after all. Then the second drew back and threw from the shoulder and it went even farther. Then finally the third held his arm outstretched and he spun in a circle and hurled it using his upper body. His went the farthest. And he won."

"Why was he your favorite?"

"I don't know, to be honest, a woman has to have her mystery."

"True."

"That night I appeared before him in his tent and seduced him." She smiled. "His wife was jealous, so some time later I appeared to her too and seduced her." Then she said, "Love is a rare thing, especially among our kind."

He had nothing to say to that. They just lay in each other's embrace, enjoying that moment together, knowing that it would soon end.

He slept some and later when he opened his eyes he found that he was alone, the twins had left. Then he noticed that he was not alone. Across the lake he saw Muirenn sitting on the rock overhang. Her face still buried in her book.

He smiled to himself, then slipped into the water and swam to her and climbed out and lay on the stone beside her.

He nodded to the book. "What're you reading?"

"Poetry."

"Is it any good?"

"I think so." She looked away from him. "I suppose now you think it's my turn to pleasure you?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"I don't."

"Then we'll just talk."

"About what?"

"I don't know." He gestured to her book. "Tell me about the poetry your reading."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Well, it's by a great poet, Li'Benn, a true genius. And I don't mean just for a mortal. I mean an actual genius among all the beings of the universe. He writes in the tsi style. It uses very strict structure in meter and tones that actually come from song tunes. The words are deeper than just the definition, the sounds of the words themselves and the connotations of the words are used to create an emotion."

"What's it about?"

"The natural world and how mortals perceive the world around them, and there is a sense of loneliness, as if each of them perceives the world differently and that builds a distance that cannot be fully bridged."

"Sounds deep."

"Yes, it is."

Apollo gave a small smile. "I bet you won't believe that I like poetry too."

She blushed, a darkening of her cheeks. "I don't doubt it."

His smile widened. "It's a big part of mortal culture where I come from."

"Really?"

"Yes really."

"Tell me about your favorite."

"That would be the Iliad by Homer, an epic written about the Trojan War, one of the greatest wars of all time. It tells the story of the heroes on both sides and their duels and their motivations and their tragedies."

"Who started the war?"

"A prince named Paris. He judged a beauty competition between three goddesses and he named Aphrodite the most beautiful. So as a reward she gave him the love of the most beautiful woman of the time, Helen. But she was already married to a Greek king."

"Kind of like you."

"What?"

"Judging the beauty of three goddesses."

He was becoming very impressed with Muirenn, she had a deep mind. "Yes, I suppose that's true."

"And who do you judge to be the most attractive of us three?" she asked, despite herself, trying to convince herself she didn't really care about his answer.

He paused only long enough for her to know he was taking the questions seriously, then he said, "You."

Her blush got even darker. "Seriously. Don't be a tease. I want to hear your real answer."

"I am being serious. You said most attractive, not most beautiful. I happen to find a sharp mind attractive."

She looked away. Her voice lowered. "I guess you can tell, I'm not really good with people. Too shy."

"Still, I bet a lot of guys pursue you."

"Some." Another evasion. "But I haven't been comfortable with any of them."

"So, that means you've never..."

"No. Once a man kissed me, but he didn't pursue me after that."

There was a lull in the conversation. He didn't know what to say and she didn't feel the need to say anything. At last she said, "I suppose now that we talked a bit, you think I'll lay with you."

"Only if you want to."

She still didn't look at him. "I want, and I don't want, you know what I mean?"

He nodded. "How about this, I'll use my hands and my mouth, but not what's below the waist. You can save that experience for someone special."

She was quiet a long time. He started to think she was going to say no. And that would be the end of that. But instead she bit her lower lip and nodded.

He promised to take things slow and to respond to anything she asked him to do or not to do. He could tell she was nervous. Her hands shook slightly.

He shifted closer to her. He put a finger on her chin and tilted her head back. His mouth found hers. Lips locked. His tongue slipped into her mouth. The kiss was soft, carefully calibrated to arouse but not to threaten.

Muirenn closed her eyes and savored the kiss. She knew Apollo wanted to go faster, and she appreciated him taking things slow on her account. In fact, she knew that she wouldn't do this with any other guy.

She pressed herself against him. She took his hands and brought them to her breasts. They were small, but he seemed to enjoy them all the same. Muirenn's head rolled back. A moan at his touch. She became erect.

Apollo's fingers brushed her stalk. She gasped from the sudden stimulation, however slight it might have been.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be," her voice a whisper. She was more comfortable now. Not nearly as nervous. And she wanted this. She surrendered to him.

Apollo kissed her neck, her shoulder, her chest. He worked his way down, between both sets of breasts, across her midriff, to her crotch. His tongue licked her stalk in a fat, wet stroke. Once, twice, a third time. Then he pulled her member into his mouth and sucked it. His tongue rubbed the rim of her opening.

She gasped. Her back arched. She grabbed the base of his skull, fingers tangled in his hair, and held him tight. Then she pulled his head back. He followed her directions. She was breathing hard, needed a break. He obliged. Then she pulled him back to her. He resumed.

This went on for some time. She took a few breaks.

And then, at last, she didn't ask for a break, she let him suck her until she climaxed. A shudder wracked her body as an orgasm washed over her. It was a full body experience, tingling the tips of her toes and the padding of her finger tips. She moaned long and loud and let out a long breath.

Apollo moved up beside her and they lay side by side. Her body slick with sweat. Post coital bliss. She was pooled against him. He said, "I hope you don't regret this."

"I don't," Muirenn's voice was husky with emotion. She could tell he wanted more, she was sympathetic, but there were still lines she wasn't ready to cross. So she compromised. She grabbed his cock. It was hot and hard in her hands. He trembled under her touch.

She jerked it. He gasped. She lay back, keeping her legs together, and let him situate himself on her. His member hot against the inside of her thigh.

He thrust against the smooth flesh of her thighs. She grabbed his butt and pulled him with each thrust he made. It had been all about her up to that point, so she didn't mind giving him his pleasure now. Apollo worked it with a practiced efficiency that spoke of comfort and experience. She tried not to think about where he got that experience.