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“What the hell?” says Thanatos, Death Incarnate.
In fairness, to someone like him, it must look like a truly sordid scene--a distant corner of the Temple of Styx, overgrown with slick, squirming vines and overrun with satyrs. A mob of them, all centered on... “Zagreus--what are they doing to him? Why are you here? What is this?”
This is a few too many questions for Lord Dionysus, God of Revelry, who came out here to have a good time and is just feeling so attacked right now. He sits up a little on the cushions of his makeshift altar-cum-throne-cum-bed, raising his voice a little to be heard over the noisy, sloppy gangbang happening feet away.
“Easy, there! Look, it’s like I told Zag...I may be...a little more involved with this lot than I let on, and I may be intruding a bit on old Hades’ territory, but it’s all in good fun! They just get rowdy sometimes and think everything’s a wife, you know how it is! Biological imperatives, am I right?”
“Biological--” Thanatos’ head whips back to look at Zag and the living vines that have him all spread and splayed for ease of use (and on Dionysus’ own name, are those satyrs using him). “You mean--they’re--”
“Oh, mostly they’re just looking for some warm holes,” says Dionysus easily. “Or a hand, in a pinch. But...yeah, also they’re trying to breed him real good, also that, sure. I usually offer ‘em some maenads and myself, but then Zag got caught in these horny old vines and I thought, you know, he could be a nice change of pace for them.”
“You mean you’ve trapped him,” says Thanatos, who has not relaxed even a little since he got here. Perhaps if he weren’t so busy staring at Zag, he’d have notice the vines stretching curiously towards his own ankles.
Dionysus scoffs in disbelief. “What? Trapped? Come on, what? I mean, look at him! He’s having the time of his life! Aren’t you, man?”
Zag manages to pop his wet mouth off the nearest cock long enough to slur, “Ssso much fun, mate--c'mon Than it'll be--” before the satyr shoves him back down with a garbled grunt and it’s back to the grind, so to speak.
“See?” says Dionysus. “I mean, yeah, he was a little nervous at first, I will give you that, but I gave him a little drink of my own special reserve if you know what I mean, and that always seems to calm people down…”
(“Hey, man, sure I’ll let you out of there,” he’d said, as if that was what Zag really wanted now the vines had got him all worked up. “Just do me a favor real quick?”
“Er--sure, if it’s-- mph--mm?!”
And in a minute, he’d gone from groaning in protest to whining and sucking like his life depended on it. Dionysus just tastes that good.)
Thanatos glares. “I am aware of the effect your...bodily fluids...have on others. All the more reason for me to get him home. He’s confused. Drunk.”
“Now, okay, wait,” says Dionysus coaxingly, watching the vines twine unnoticed around Thanatos’ calves. “What happened was, I mentioned we could use an extra body around here, and then he mentioned he had a direct line to one other good-looking cthonic chap! And here you are! In. The. Flesh! And some real nice flesh it is too, if you want my opinion.”
“I don’t,” says Thanatos. Real mood-killer, this one. Dionysus opens his mouth to say so, but then Thanatos frowns and looks down at himself, and ah. This is going to be interesting.
“...What is this?” he says coldly. The vines creep faster, snaking up his thighs, his hips.
“Hey, now, don’t blame them,” says Dionysus. “They’re just here to help everyone have a good time! Any minute now one’s gonna--oh, yeah, there it is!”
Still suspended in the air, Thanatos nearly jumps out of his skin as one glistening creeper presses between his legs and starts rubbing at his dick. The rest have reached his chest, which has a lot to offer if Dionysus is any judge (and he is).
“They’re wet,” says Thanatos, his lip curling. One touches his collarbone and slithers tenderly up his throat, pushing back his hood on its way. The rest are crawling under his belt, his leggings, his chiton. There’s no way they’ll get it all off--too much fancy jewelry--but they’ll give it a damn good try. “Lord Dionysus, really--”
For a moment he flashes with white-gold light, trying to shift away, but no dice--the bonds of another god aren’t so easy to escape.
Dionysus can’t deny it: flustered is a good look on him.
He beckons to the vines, and obediently they carry Than over (complaining all the way), and spread his legs wide to straddle Dionysus’ lap. The ones holding his hips and thighs start to sway, puppeting his body into a sensual roll, rubbing him against Dionysus’ groin as the belt and chiton slip away. Ah, man, these little guys always know just what he needs.
“This is--” Thanatos starts indignantly, but what it is will have to stay a mystery, because just then a couple vines slip into his mouth, twining together to fill him up completely. Thanatos tries to twist away, making outraged noises, but they’re in there good now and after a bit he just gives up, panting through his nose and glaring balefully at Dionysus as his body continues to move outside his control. His throat works in wet little gulps, swallowing convulsively. He still doesn't seem to be feeling it, exactly, but it’s a start.
It occurs to Dionysus that an even better start would be getting in there himself.
Thanatos’ skin is so cool that Dionysus’ hands must feel like they’re on fire; he jerks when they touch his sides, huffs angrily when they reach his chest. Dionysus is too busy appreciating the cushy handfuls of flesh he’s gotten ahold of to really care.
“Zag! Oh--man, you didn’t mention Death had such nice tits!” He gives them a good grope, and Thanatos stiffens up, panting through his nose. “Damn! You are gonna make a real pretty wife, aren’t you, Than? Can I call you Than?”
A wordless growl. Dionysus turns it handily into a yelp by catching hold of his nipples and tugging hard.
“Haha, easy there, Than! Hey, you think something’ll come out if I squeeze hard enough? Would it be milk, or nectar?” (He puts a little power behind the words, a hint of suggestion. Some charms are like that--you plant a seed and wait to see if it grows.)
Loud growl this time. Oh, he is mad! Dionysus laughs, leaning forward to look over Than’s shoulder, down to where the vines have started working him open. He shakes a little every time they push deeper, ass cheeks flexing, back arching.
Well. If Than can’t take a little teasing, he’s not going to be any good at all with the boys.
...Someone really ought to loosen him up first.
He pulls Death Incarnate towards him, ignoring the little yelps of protest, and lifts Than’s hips to get them all lined up. The vines pumping into him have got him stretched out a good ways--maybe not quite Dionysus’ width, but close enough as makes no difference. “Alright,” he says, motioning for them to pull out, “ready for the big one, man? Yeah, you are.”
Panting. Glaring, eyes watering with resentment and humiliation. And then, as Dionysus eases into him, nice and smooth, a groan. Dionysus answers with a deep hum of contentment, his eyes falling shut. He digs his fingers into Than’s ass, squeezing appreciatively. What is it they say down here? Blood and darkness.
“Oh, yeah,” he says, with feeling. “Wow. Who knew you could fit so much, huh? You been practicing with that big old stick you keep up here?”
Thanatos groans, squirming, and Dionysus stops feeling him up for a moment to pat his cheek. “Hey, no worries, just joking there. But seriously--oh--feels so good, you would not believe it…thanks, man, such a treat!”
“Mnh--! Mh--” Than struggles again, but it’s starting to seem a little halfhearted. Dionysus gives it a proper thrust, now, fascinated by the sounds he makes, even as he tries so hard to hold it all in. Speaking of which...
“Hey, unh, question, Than my man… Zag over there’s just started doing this, but he seems like an old pro already, y’know? Which is great, but I’ve got it on good authority you’re no virgin, and look at you!”
He rolls his hips up again, and sure enough Than twitches, jerks his head down so Dionysus can’t get a look at his blush. Joke’s on him, though: his ears and neck have gone purple too.
“Anyway what I’m saying is...” He picks up the pace, smooth as oil--no quick, frenzied jerks, not from Dionysus. “...if you wanna keep up with your little prince here, you gotta learn how to have fun!”
He glances over at Zag and grimaces--he’s flagging a little, body gone loose. Probably wouldn’t even be up if it weren’t for the vines. Better get Than in there soon...or, well. Just as soon as Dionysus is finished with him, anyway.
He bucks up, and up, and up, telling Than all the while how good he feels, what a perfect little body he’s got. How if they had time, he’d keep the guy on his cock for hours, feed him treats and play with him until he really relaxed. At some point a few more vines push back up inside him to keep Dionysus company, stretch Than out even further, and he moans so pretty Dionysus almost comes on the spot.
But he does hold it, if only just long enough to pull out and catch himself in hand, spurting hot and sticky over his own fingers. “This is the good part,” he tells Than, who glares dazedly back, flushed deep violet and twitching all over. He doesn’t believe it. He will, though.
Raising his seed-slicked left hand, Dionysus slips two fingers past the vines filling Than’s drooling mouth--there’s barely room--and finds his tongue. It recoils for a moment, then the taste registers and Than gasps a little, going still. Hesitantly, like he’s trying not to want it, he laps at Dionysus’ fingertips...then moans and tries to open his mouth wider.
“There you go,” says Dionysus, grinning. He ushers the vines out, trailing spit, and watches with satisfaction as Than’s mouth closes on his fingers instead. Can’t say good old Death seems happy about it, exactly, but he can’t stop himself either. He sucks two fingers clean then withdraws, panting, lips pursed. Maybe a little mortified. That’s fine, it won’t last.
“Go for it,” says Dionysus. “You can have all of it, I’m not gonna stop you!”
“You…” Than starts, weakly. Dionysus waves his hand slowly back and forth, chuckling as those narrowed golden eyes follow it like a hawk’s. “Don’t...condescend to…”
Then Dionysus’ thumb passes an inch from his lips, and they part, like he just can’t help himself. He chases the dripping hand from side to side, then lunges for it, licking eagerly, like a dog going after its favorite treat. Dionysus lets him have it, because he’s not a cruel god after all. That said...he does take a little pleasure in thinking how embarrassed Than’s gonna be later.
He’s so amused by the thought that he at first doesn’t notice something dripping on his chiton. Some amber liquid, just the tiniest droplets of it. Dionysus squints down at it as Than’s tongue laves his palm. Another droplet, which he follows up to its source...
Oh, yes. Looks like that little seed of a wish grew into something beautiful. “Nectar after all, huh?” says Dionysus, dragging a knuckle down past Than’s collarbone. “Makes sense, I guess, drink of the gods, right?”
Than blinks, panting, tongue still half-out, the lower half of his face glistening with spit and spend. Looks down, and with the last of his self-awareness recoils at the sight of his own swollen chest. “I--’s this--your doing…? What--”
Experimentally, Dionysus flicks one of his nipples. Than makes a strangled little noise, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. Dionysus watches with mild amusement as his dick twitches under his leggings. Wow! He really likes this.
“Ngh--! Lord Dionysus, if--if this is your fault, do--something, already, it’s--”
“By all means, man!” says Dionysus cheerfully, and squeezes. The flow of nectar is impressive. The flavor, when he lowers his mouth to the source, even moreso--he’s really outdone himself. Than’s reaction, however, wins the day. It’s perhaps the most pathetic noise he’s made yet, a breathy, high-pitched string of unintelligible words.
“Huh?” says Dionysus mildly, pausing. "Say what, there?"
“A-again,” pants Than. “Do--do that again, I need you to-- a-ah--!”
“Hey, that’s what I like to hear!” says Dionysus, kneading his chest with increasingly wet hands. “Now you’re all loosened up, yeah? Should we give the boys a taste?”
Before Than can answer, he’s off of Dionysus’ lap, puppeted through the air, planted on his back near the mass of satyrs. The vines draw his hands up above his head, ruck his knees up to his chest and spread them wide. For a moment, it seems like no one will notice, which would’ve been disappointing. But then one of them--currently waiting his turn, Dionysus would guess--sniffs the air and looks around with a grumble.
“That’s right,” says Dionysus, nodding to Than. “Got you another, my guy! Go ahead, alright? My treat. New flavor on this one, too.”
Than must be clinging gamely to his sense of propriety, because even under Dionysus’ influence he still wriggles apprehensively as the satyr approaches. A couple of its friends follow, curious. Maybe drawn by the smell of nectar, which this lot probably doesn’t see a lot of. One lowers its head to Than’s chest, drags its tongue over one flushed, leaking nipple.
“Ah--hh-oh--” He arches up, breathing quick and hard. “I don’t--appreciate--nh--!”
But from that noise and the way his eyes roll back in his head, he absolutely does appreciate having his tits sucked. Which is good, because the satyrs don’t show any signs of stopping.
Dionysus sits back with a happy sigh, taking it all in. The sight of prim, stuffy Thanatos being swarmed by filthy, amorous creatures who clutch at his body, bite roughly at his tender nipples, shove inside him like they could make a baby in any hole they pick--that’s all good, obviously. Probably the best part, though, is the way he starts to forget to keep quiet, the way his enjoyment gets louder and louder as he goes under, even with one of them thrusting into his mouth.
Dionysus watches Zag and Than together a little longer, since they look so pretty side by side, the vines tangling them together like the lovers they are--even as a never-ending parade of goatmen use them mercilessly for pleasure, but, well, couples have to bond somehow. On which topic, wouldn’t it be fun to have them both try and suck him off at once later, since they both like the taste of him so much? Now that’s what he calls a fun party game.
But eventually, it becomes pretty clear Zag really can’t go any longer. Vines haul him out of the crowd, and after a moment the satyrs stop trying to pull him back and turn all their attention to Than instead.
For a long moment Zag lies still, panting. Then his watery eyes find Dionysus and he makes a little noise, pushes onto his hands and knees and starts to crawl closer--wobbling, fucked out of his mind, dripping with sweat and who knows what else. Absolutely covered in bitemarks and little bruises, but still with that hazy little smile on his face. Well, thinks Dionysus, look who’s had a good time!
“Hey, Zag,” he says. “You’re looking a little thirsty there, you know that?”
“Yeah,” says Zag breathlessly. “I...yeah, I’m so...I need…mate, can I…?”
“Hey, no worries, no worries at all!” Dionysus spreads his legs and beckons magnanimously. “Here...come and have a drink.”