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“You know what it is you’ve done, Eros,” the man said. His voice was like the rolling of thunder, approaching a fishing village from an already raging sea. His eyes were alive electricity, a piercing blue that sought only truth, justice, and power. He sat atop a golden throne in the parthenon, all others waiting on his words. “Have you nothing to say in your defence?”

“Zeus,” Eros said, “what is there to say that would be believed?”

Eros stood before Zeus, his hands wrapped in chains of lightning. He had been forced to his knees by the man standing behind him, a goliath figure, a body made only of muscle and rage, and a helmet that hid his face from view. Eros, in comparison, was much more lithe. Still muscular, as all gods could boast, but nowhere near as bulk. He was dressed in soft white, with trims of pink and purple around his robes. His hair was a dark and luscious curl, his eyes a playful chocolate. He had a beautiful smile, a curious and enticing gaze, but none of that was present now. The youthful god only felt boredom as he looked towards the King of Olympus. “Am I supposed to beg for your forgiveness?”

“You are,” Zeus said simply, gesturing to the other gods in wait. Two were absent. The King of the Seas, and the Wife of the Clouds. “My wife and my brother, missing today. Your magic has seen to their absence. Their domains falter from your… distractions. Hecate works now to unbind them from their… entanglement.” Zeus glared at the young god. “And it is all your fault.”

“I will not,” Eros said simply. The god of soldiers looked down towards him, and a woman, more beautiful than any in attendance, shook her head as she buried her gaze. The young god continued. “I am the god of love and sex. I am simply doing as I should.”

“On mortals,” Zeus continued. “Not on gods.”

“I was asked,” Eros said simply, a casual shrug accompanying his accusation.

Thunder rolled across the parthenon, the sky outside began to darken, and the man on the throne stood from his seat. He opened his palm, and a lightning bolt jumped from the outdoor clouds and into his hand. The God of the Skies pointed at Eros then, and the beautiful woman held her breath. “You will learn respect. But you will not do it here.”

A flash rang through the parthenon, and the young god was free of his chains. However, the floor beneath him had disappeared, and a searing pain stung across his chest as he felt himself hurling through the sky. Wind and rain pattered at his skin, and suddenly his back was scraped by the breaking of branches. Eros fell, and crumpled hard against the rooted ground of a mysterious forest.

A distant sound of thunder roared in the gentle rain. A storm that had left as quickly as it had arrived, and all around Eros, the trees had flattened and fallen to the ground. He groaned, and could not find the energy to stand.

He looked towards the sky, and suddenly he realised his loss. As he reached, towards the clouds, he noticed a cut across his forearm. From it, the ichor of the gods was not what greeted the young god, but instead the crimson of mortal men. He felt fear, and he sat up suddenly as if to get a better view of his body. Nothing gold came from him. The wounds were not so severe as to lead to his death, perhaps having only lost his godly nature a moment before the fall, but there was no denying it now.

Eros was no longer a god. He was a mortal man.

He felt anger rising in his chest. How could they have done this to him? He had been doing as he’d been instructed, by the God of the Seas. He shook his hand, his hands falling in his lap as he looked out beyond the broken forest. A glimmer of light beneath the night sky came to his vision. A campfire, perhaps, or a torchlit town. He groaned, bringing himself to his feet. His robes were ragged, his body ached, but at least he had a destination.

And more than that. He had a plan. If the gods wanted to banish him from Olympus, wanted to bring him to the mortal realm to learn a lesson, perhaps it was time for them to learn a lesson of their own. Perhaps it was time to show the gods just how fragile their mortal world was, with the right hint of seduction.

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Today, I’d like to play as Eros, the Greek god of love and sex. Rome is currently at the height of their power, and the people of Earth now call Eros Cupid. Of course, they aren’t aware that the god has been sent to Earth as a mortal man, roaming the roads all leading to Rome in the hopes of causing a little mischief during his stay. With his trusty bow and arrow by his side, and his skills as an archer, perhaps he can make a living as a hunter. Or, perhaps, he can simply find the nearest woman and sweep her off her feet, not caring for any man she may already be engaged with. No mortal woman would be able to resist his charm anyway, so why not show the gods what a mistake they’ve made? Love and sex is to be celebrated. Eros knows as much, and he’s eager to see just how much mischief he can cause through seduction.

What should you expect? Excellent question. I don't do this for a quick romp in the inbox. My efforts here, and in all my posts, are to forge a consistent, erotic relationship between me and my partners, while also just having a bit of fun. This would be pretty boring if we couldn't relate to each other at all, and I prefer to get to know my partner a bit out of character while we do our delicious writing. Expect a friendly, dedicated partner interested in writing something that will last, not a poorly crafted lean-to for the pair of us to fuck a single time. What a waste, right? My responses are detailed, chalk full of story and smut alike, depending on the current situation of our characters of course. All in all, I’m a partner willing to go the distance with you, and I promise you won’t regret coming along.

What do I expect? Another excellent question. I don't intend to throw you out with the trash for menial things. Spelling mistakes happen, they do. Even the best of us fall prone to it from time to time, so excited to get a reply out that it goes unchecked by our lavish and frantic fingers. I'll make them. You'll make them. It's fine, really, but I don't enjoy grammatical errors. Sentence structure and formatting, periods, commas, all of that good stuff? You've gotta have it if you want to be my partner. I won't be spending time on minimal effort responses. I also expect a bit of meat where description is concerned. I would hope if you’re responding to this that you’re interested and up to the challenge, and I very much look forward to those partners that are, and intend to reward them immensely with something the pair of us can look back on with pride.

Where can we go with this? Anywhere, really. The way I’ve laid it out in the above prompt is not at all set in stone, more just to give you an idea of the vibe I hope to accomplish with you in the piece. Something fun, something light hearted, but mostly drenched in sex between the pair of us as we fuck in all sorts of incredible locations. I’ve started us in the middle of our story, but perhaps you’d prefer the beginning? Perhaps you’re a mortal woman of simple status. A farmer’s wife, finding Eros as he walks down the road of your husband’s property. Or maybe you’re a statesman’s wife, a noble woman, craving the virility of a young and handsome mystery man plucked right from the streets. Perhaps you’re a goddess. Maybe Hera, sick of Zeus’ antics and infidelity, or Aphrodite, regretting her decision in banishing her son to the world of mortals. Perhaps you see an opportunity to return Eros to godhood, and have a faithful companion at your side. These are only situations we could traverse, but if you have anything else that comes to mind, I want to hear it. I want to know what it is about this prompt that excites you, and what possibilities you see for us together.

What are my kinks and limits? You’re full of incredible questions today, bravo. I won’t bother listing every a single kink I have, as I imagine, same as anyone, that sort of thing gets a bit tedious and boring. However, I will list those I have that stand above the rest, and ones I would absolutely love to incorporate. Are these necessary to play out this prompt with yours truly? No, not at all. But, of course, if you’re a willing participant, you’ll definitely be higher on my list where partners are concerned.

Tongue. This one’s at the top. Making out that involves some sloppy and careless behaviour? Yes. Cunnilingus so charged with sexual want that I’m lapping up every droplet of moisture from your lips? Double yes. A tongue bath, covering every inch of your skin and mine, dragging the flat of our curious mouth muscles across the tasteful flesh of each other? Yes, yes, and yes. Give me tongue. Give me anything creative you can possibly fathom with it, and I almost guarantee I’ll enjoy myself.

Groping. There’s just something about it. What am I supposed to do when a breast looks so ripe I could drink from it? Paw at it with my hand, of course, squeeze it and palm it like some kind of stress toy. What about when your rear is so perfectly positioned as you’re leaning over a desk, practically radiating the image of a peach from a mile away? Well, a good smack and grope does the trick, doesn’t it? A nice healthy helping of thick asscheek in my hand. God, so fucking delicious. And why should I have all the fun? Is my cock looking like some kind of anaconda waiting to pounce from the hem of my pants? Put your fucking hand on my bulge. Get a grip of that meat package! What if my shirt’s just hugging all the right places and you’d rather see it anywhere else than on my person? Run your hands underneath it, I don’t mind at all. Seriously, let’s touch each other like we’re toys.

Loud Sex. Is there anything more boring than a silent partner? Do we really want to just listen to the slapping of flesh against flesh as we get our rocks off? No, we absolutely don’t. You want to hear me moaning, grunting and struggling against the pleasure you’re providing my cock, writhing around in an orgasmic, blissful distress when you finally church that cum from my loins. I want to see you squirming too, panting, choking down a scream that fills your lungs as a cock plunges your depths, or fingers rub you to the extremes of your senses, or kisses shower your body in praise. I want to play you like a goddamn instrument, and I want to hear the music we make together.

Of course, there are plenty of things I do not abide by. Chief among them, and topics I will under no circumstances allow in any of my posts, are underaged characters, excessive violence, animals, and death. I don’t enjoy any of these topics, and will not be playing with them at all.

So, whaddya say? I’m looking for a diligent partner, a creative one, willing to take on the challenge of consistency while also fucking the shit out of each other. Is that you? Let me know in my inbox. Let’s begin the story of a lifetime.