First Day (01)

I moan low when he finally slides into me, my whole body feeling like it's finally unlocking after holding this tension for so long. The sensations of his cock moving in and out send shivers across my skin, and I'm already seeing fireworks. I catch Eudora in my periphery as she moves up to watch, but now, in the moment, it only makes it more exciting having her keen eyes drinking this in.

I close my eyes and tip my head back, arching my back a bit and shuddering at the change in how it makes me feel and it takes only moments before those feelings start to build. "Oh, gods. Iao." My heart is racing, peak nearing, and I have no resistance left against it. "Oh, frell me. Yes. Finally."

I hear Eudora's question only distantly as my body quakes at Iao's attention, sweat quickly spreading across my back and chest. "Gods, no," I gasp. "It feels...so...frelling...good," I drive my hips back against him harder with each word, ending with a grunt as a fresh wave of euphoria washes over me and my arms go numb with pleasure.

My body bucks a little under Iao's touch, pleasure spiking already. A strangled sound of pleasure catches in my throat, but I keep from tumbling over the precipice for long enough to hear Eudora's question and nod twice.

"If-If Iao says so," I manage to get out between gasps of pleasure as my mind swirls.

Eudora's pinch and pull sends a sharp stab of pain across your chest that suffuses with all of the pleasure to send you higher, and higher until finally you hit your peak. You hear ragged breaths and a mewling whine before realizing it's coming from you.

Your vision flashes and your whole body vibrates with an unearthly otherness. When you blink back some of your senses, you have a vision of a perfect beach - the Blessed Isles. You see him there, lying on the beach. Ares. Beside him pleading softly, is the girl with no name, who you once knew as Donna Carmillan.

What do you do?

The climax is out of this world. My whole body rejoices at finally, finally getting what it's been craving for hours now.

And then there he is. My King. My beautiful Ares again. And Donna, the pathetic one I gave the impossible task of bringing him back to in exchange for my forgiveness. I never thought she would do it, that I might have to make good on my end of the deal, but seeing Ares for the second time today makes me doubt. Doubt, and rejoice. What if she can succeed? What if she finds a way?

But I care less about her in this moment than him. I ache to go to him and in the delirium of this space, I try to go to him, to reach for him, to touch him again.

You move towards him but don't feel the sand in your toes. You've been in a few dreams and visions and it feels like one of them. Ares doesn't react as you move closer. Donna continues to beg and plead, but he ignores her. You can tell he's aware of her, though. He's just ignoring her as he stares at the sky. It reminds you of how he once worshipped his grandparents - the earth and the sky.

As you try to speak Ares' name, you're suddenly pulled back to Zeke's bedroom. You find yourself lying on the bed beside Eudora and Iao - they're making out. He's getting her ready.

What do you do?

Ares feels at once so close and so far away. I close my eyes, trying to conjure him back, but this feels almost like how I found Kace after I thought he was dead. I only reached him after nearly dying myself at Zeus’s electric pleasures. Will it take only pleasure to reach Ares or will it take a little pain too, a little more death to bring us closer.

I open my eyes again to see Iao and Eudora beside me, his lips on hers, bodies on bodies, hands on skin.

"Thank you," I whisper, rolling over to slide a hand across Iao’s back. "Thank you."

I would be comfortable slipping away and letting them have their time. Iao seems to be ensuring she's ready, even if I'm sure he's secretly lusting after her in part because he wants to be her first. I worry a bit about what the other Oceanids may think, but Eudora can make her own decisions and it's not my problem, even if she might be high or drunk. Except that Eudora is holding my hand and asking me to stay, which makes it suddenly more my problem.

I hesitate a second, thinking about my mother's imminent arrival, and how I should go clean myself up before returning to the party, and how I don't really need to be involved. But she seems so nervous and I want her to be comfortable.

"S-sure," I finally answer softly, squeezing her hand back. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

I blink at Eudora when she admits she wants to be like me. It's not at all what I expected to hear, and when Iao informs her in no uncertain terms that she'll never be like me, I almost call him out for it. But then he goes on to tell her she's great and that she's all she needs to be, and I feel myself relax. I still don't know if it's genuine, or if he's just saying what he thinks he needs to in order to get some, but it's at least kind enough on the surface for me to let it remain unchallenged.

When he pushes into her and her hand tightens on mine, I squeeze back for a bit, then loosen my hold and rub my thumb soothingly over the back of her hand. "Try to relax," I tell her softly, scooting a little closer and reaching my other hand over to swipe some of the sweaty hair away from her forehead. "It will feel better."