A gift from a lover

Pheise’s sandaled feet carefully avoided the leaves and sticks as she slithered through the bushy forest. An arrow rested against the string of her bow, ready to be pulled at first hint of danger. The sinking sun sent rays of light through the cracks between the trees, and she made sure to avoid them while guiding her party further into the depths of Aphrodite’s wooden realm. She heard Nikias’ steady breath as he trailed her, watching her blindspots. A bit further behind, Sylvi, the muscled, norse shieldmaiden, did what she could to keep her round shield clear of the surroundings. And then, the rest of Nikias’ band of mercenaries. Half a dozen in total, all men, all with decades or centuries of experience. Yet, she could hear their every step. Hear their armors rustle, their sandals break the ground. The fidgeting as they tried to keep track of every whistling bird or gust of wind hitting leaves.

As a wandering amazon warrior-for-hire, Pheise had fought side by side with countless males, yet these were the only ones she’d ever let into her heart. Even Sylvi, who belonged to a completely different pantheon, had become part of their little family. The yellow-haired, foul-mouthed viking of a woman had quickly proven herself to be a gift both on and off the battlefield, holding the line no matter what came at them, and drinking the men under the table as soon as her spear had been cleaned.

Had Pheise been asked to do this with any other band of warriors, she'd have declined the quest. Even if the employer was a God, as in this case.

But frankly, she’d rather risk the ire of Ares than walk into Aphrodite’s turf with warriors she didn’t trust. And even then, it was only the lake of gold that had been promised them, that had made her even consider it.

The men of the band hadn’t been as **** though. They seemed predictably excited about the prospect of facing a bunch of nymphs. Of course they were.

Men.

Pheise however, couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong. The forest was quiet. Too quiet. Knowing they were about to cross one of the most powerful gods in all the realms, Pheise had stacked up on every protective and offensive piece of equipment she could find. And yet, when they started to pick up the girlish giggles they’d been told to follow, they hadn’t faced anything more threatening than thorns from some rose bushes.

She scratched the tiny wound on her hand when she was reminded of the thorns. There had been a lot of sharp bushes.

Following the bright, musical laughter, they climbed a hill and…

She heard the gasps of seven men behind her when their eyes found what she’d already seen.

A glittering pond spread out itself in front of them. Green trees and pink roses covered the edges, creating a frame of lush beauty around the unnaturally clear water.But as gorgeous the pond was, it wasn’t the reason for the band’s loss of words. The naked women bathing in its middle claimed that honor.

There were three of them, each one as breathtaking as the other. Different in shape, size and tone, yet all as equally perfect as the one at their side. One was using her wet, wine-red hair to splatter water at the others, laughing with glee as she swung her mane all around her. The others were shielding themselves from the drops with their hands and arms, all while retaliating by throwing handfuls of water back, equally joyous in their expressions and giggles. One of them, whose round, full breasts jiggled with every excited motion, dived beneath the surface. Her pale curves were outlined through the transparent water as she swam gracefully around her friend, ambushing her from behind by grabbing her in a mock-firm embrace. The giggles reached a new pitch as the two wrestled while the third, olive toned nymph swept her auburn brown hair from her eyes and ran at them, the water splashing around her slim waist, her dark nipples stiff on the perky, firm tits.

Pheise had heard many a cautious tale of nymphs. How men and women found themselves trapped by their erotic allure, losing the control of their wills as desire became everything they knew. Pheise imagined not even she would be able to resist the view presented to her if it wasn’t for the protective trinket Ares had supplied them with. But now, immune to their aura of lust, they didn’t look like the dangerous, divine predators the tales spoke about. They were nothing but girls playing in the water.

She turned to grin at Nikia and found her friend staring down at the pond with mouth half-open. The rest of the men shared his dumbfounded condition, eyes wide as their weapons and shields hit the grass and their legs slowly started to move them down the slope.

“Nikia, what are you doing? Afros? Dimion?”

None of the men gave any sign of even hearing her hushed calls. They only had eyes and ears for the bathing nymphs.

“What’s the matter with you, are you not wearing your protection?” Sylvi frantically whispered at them but Pheise’s heart had turned to ice. She’d reached for her own amulet, and as her fingers touched the stone she immediately felt the crack running through its middle. She brought it out of her tunic, and saw the dark, dead color of the gem.

Their protection was broken.

But… why was she not then affected by the nymphs?

“Oh, sisters look! We have company!” Called the auburn haired nymph, pointing at them with one hand still around the breasts of her friend. “Are you mayhaps new friends?

“How joyous, I love new friends!” The olive toned one exclaimed.

“Don’t be shy, come on down! The water is cool and clean, and there’s more than enough for all of us.” The third one smiled at them, her pink lips warm against her porcelain skin.

Not knowing what else to do, Pheise and Sylvi rushed after the men, bow and spear in hand. If they managed to take the nymphs out, the spell would crumble and their friends would be freed. They ran past the lunking row of Greek warriors, stopping just a few feet in front of the pond, and raised their weapons.

Pheise moved to draw the string of her bow, and found herself unable to even budge the tense, twisted hemp. She tried again, but no matter how hard she pulled, her muscles weren't enough to defeat the wooden stave of her bow.

Beside her, she saw Sylvi throw her spear, and watched as it pathetically hit the water just in front of them.

How? She’d seen Sylvi send her spear hundreds of feet. Seen it shatter shields and even rocks with a yell and a throw. And Pheise had drawn that bow thousands upon thousands of times, her strength not failing even when exhausted after hours of battle.

But now, her arms felt like they were… mortal. As if the decades of physical advancement had been nullified.

“I would put those sticks down if I were you.” A voice spoke from behind them Pheise spun around, reaching for the sword at her waist. Her arm froze as she gazed upon the woman who had spoken.

In front of them, dressed in a knee-length, white chiton held in place by a golden belt, hair golden like the sun and a face more beautiful than the three nymphs combined, stood Aphrodite.

Pheise had been about to draw her sword against a god.

“H-how?” She croaked. “D-did you know we were coming?”

Aphrodite smiled and turned to a girl beside her, who Pheise had barely even noted while caught in the splendor of the Goddess of Lust.

“You see, Milia, what this is?”

The girl, who looked to be just old enough to be called a young woman, rolled her eyes. “No, mother, please tell me what this is.”

“It’s a gift. My dear former lover has sent us a gift. While also testing our defenses, granted, but what would you expect from the God of War?”

“If you say so, mother.” The girl looked like she’d rather be somewhere else, a sentiment Pheise shared as Aphrodite strode closer, the ivory skin of her bare feet completely spotless even though she was walking through grass and dirt.

“To answer your unspoken question, sweetie, Ares knew you wouldn’t succeed.” The voice of the goddess was both rich and quiet, authoritative yet sensual. “The protection he granted you was never going to hold against my will. And there’s no path through this forest where I don’t have eyes or ears.”

Behind her, Pheise saw trees suddenly move, ripping their roots out of the ground like the tentacles of an octopus. The bushes came to life, forming a wall of thorns around the pond. Yellow, predatory eyes stared at them from the dark shadows.

Pheise shivered, realizing they’d been surrounded this whole time.

“What… will you do to us, great Goddess?” Pheise asked, barely more than whispering.

“What will I do to you? I will free you, honey. Rip of the shackles that hold you back and return you to your natural state.” The goddess was close enough for Pheise to feel the aroma of her perfume. Roses… lust… desire… the scents clouded her mind, and she felt Aphrodites delicate fingers stroke her cheek. “I’m shielding you from my little sisters’ aura. Because I want you to give in willingly. Both of you. The pleasure is always more complete when it comes from a free mind. Well… free-ish.” The goddess stepped back and nodded to the men behind her. “You are free from your shackles. I command you, as your Goddess, to take what you’ve always desired. To do what you’ve always longed for.”

Pheise jumped when she suddenly felt hands gripping her arms. She was spun around by a strong hand and suddenly, Nikia was hovering above her, his rough, bearded face looking at her with almost blank eyes, his breath hard.

“Nikia…? What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer, the intensity of his eyes scaring Pheise through her bones. She tried to break free from his hold, but the natural strength of her body couldn’t match the bulging muscles of the veteran warrior’s arms. That didn’t keep her from trying, kicking and flailing as the older man’s mouth moved against her.

This couldn’t be happening! It was Nikia… her mentor… her perfect mixture of older brother and father figure. He wouldn’t lay his hands on her, not like this, not with that pressing against her.

His shabby beard scratched against her chin when his lips met hers with a fervent hunger she’d never glimpsed in him before. She squeaked, still trying to break free, but it was futile. His hands were locked around her arms with all the strength of a man fighting giants for coin.

She felt him against her, felt his… spear press against her belly as he moved her hands behind her back, ignoring her pleading cries and kicking feet. Stripped of the strength and endurance she’d cultivated over decades of battle across the divine realms, she was like a child trying to move a mountain. Effortlessly locking her wrists behind her back with one hand, Nikia broke the straps of her leather cuirass and ripped it off the helpless Amazon, soon followed by the hardened strip-skirt covering her thighs, leaving her wearing only an armless, thin tunic, just barely reaching past her waist.

“Nikia, I beg you, resist!” Pheise had never felt this helpless, this small. She’d fought creatures of myth and legend, bloodied her blade against monsters many times her size. Yet, the hand that now grabbed and squeezed her buttock through the tunic’s thin fabric brought more terror than any fangs, claws or growls ever had in those past battles.

Pheise imagined this was what a rabbit must feel when cornered by a salivating wolf.

Nikia’s hand slipped under her tunic, and suddenly he was all over the naked, soft skin of her ass. Fondling, touching, groping. A finger traced the valley between the cheeks, forcing its way toward the wrinkled opening a few inches away.

The female mercenary shrieked, trying to headbutt the man, accomplishing nothing but trying nonetheless. Her mouth was once again caught by his lips, and her tongue fought to escape Nikia’s as he kissed her with feral, unrestrained passion.

“This is the true nature of humans, Milia. This is what hides behind illusions they surround themselves with. They are creatures of passion, of desire and of lust.” Aphrodite’s voice reached Pheise even through her battle against Nikia’s tongue and hands.

“I know. They are animals.”

“No. Animals are instinct, living for the moment and nothing else. Humans though… they are instinct, but so much more. They are creators. They are artists. They take what they have, and they make something new with it. Something better or more exciting. Wolves will mate, will reproduce and mate again, but each act will be the same as the last one. Humans, however…”

Pheise screamed when the tunic was torn apart by one strong pull of Nikia’s hand. Her perky breasts, slim waist and trimmed sex were suddenly completely exposed, her fragile last line of cover broken. Nikia breathed hard, releasing her hands only to wrap his fingers around her neck, not even noticing Pheise’s punching fists, his eyes busy devouring her naked body, flicking from her firm, tanned tits, down the smooth belly and swinging hips, to the thin patch of dark hair over her small slit.

His hand followed his eyes, beginning at the tits, and Pheise breathed through clenched teeth as her nipples got pinched and slapped, one after the other, before he returned to grope and fondle every inch of the defenseless breasts.

“They’ve turned desire into an art. Watch how he looks at her, this thing he’s desired for so long and finally is able to put his hands on. Look how they use every part of the shieldmaiden’s body to extract pleasure for themselves.”

Pheise’s eyes flickered to the side, where she’d last seen Sylvi. While Pheise had been claimed by the captain of the band of sellswords, the rest of the mercenaries seemed to have steered for the blonde shieldmaiden. Much like Pheise, her armor and clothes had been ripped off, revealing a magnificent body, its porcelain skin squirming between the honey-toned arms and hands that surrounded her. Her tits were larger than Pheise’s, her nipples bright and pink, and the area between her legs matched the color of her hair.

The Amazon saw all this through the hurdle of warriors flinging her between themselves, groping and touching as their aroused minds saw fit. The woman fought back but, just like Pheise, it was a futile struggle and the men didn’t even seem to notice her strikes and kicks. One man put his lips around a nipple while another **** her thighs apart and pushed a finger deep into Sylvi’s blonde pussy, fucking her with his knuckle going back and forth. The Norse warrior screamed, eyes wide, body trembling, but that created an opening for one to straddle her arms and shove his stiff, veiny rod between her lips. Her arms locked under his knees, the woman could only gag for breath as the man grabbed hold of her sunny hair and started to brutally **** her face with long, aggressive thrusts down mouth. Pheise felt Nikia’s hand move down her body, feeling the smooth belly and outside of her thigh. Then he reached between her legs and she gasped, watching Sylvi’s throat start to bulge as the cock **** its way down, spearing her inch by inch until his hairy balls were touching the pale, wet chin. The shieldmaiden’s red eyes were large as plates, her arms fighting the weight of his knees, bare feet kicking into the air. And, just as her throat had been filled to the root of the man’s cock, the sellsword between her thighs crawled over her belly and rammed his own, thick phallus through her defenseless, weeping slit.

Nikia explored Pheise’s crease, traced the parting rift through the bush, wetting his finger against the sensitive surface. The hand around her throat held her in place, and she gasped when he found her pearl. Though lost in the nymphs’ aura of lust, his fingers were still delicate as they slowly massaged Pheise’s rosebud, tricking her body into reacting against its better judgment. She couldn’t stop a moan from escaping, her hip involuntarily moving with his hand.

“You see, Milia?”

“They still don't seem to enjoy themselves too much.”

“The only thing keeping these two wonderful ladies from truly enjoying themselves are the illusionary shields they’ve raised in order to feel in control. Shields of dignity. Shields of rights. Even as their bodies scream at them to let go, they hide behind their shields only because the choice of participating has been taken away from them. You want to see what happens when I remove this misplaced dignity from the web of their minds?”

The younger girl whom Aphrodite called “daughter” was silent for a few moments. “Yes.”

“Then watch as I break the shackles of the young shieldmaiden’s mind.”

Sylvi let out a muffled, **** sound through the cock hammering into her mouth, the sky-blue eyes losing focus while her arms and legs stopped struggling. The two men kept thrusting, one with his shaft glistening of spit while he jammed it back and forth down her throat, and one between her thighs, penetrating her inner sanctum hard and fast, growling in desire every time his hip met hers. The other raunchy mercenaries were enjoying the rest of her body, licking the tits, her bare feet, or just stroking their hard rods while kneeling by her side, waiting for their turn.

Sylvi’s legs suddenly wrapped themselves around the warrior thrusting between her thighs, her hips starting to move in rhythm with the cock moving inside her. Her hands reached for the cocks waiting inches away. Sensing her changing alignment, the knees released her wrists and soon, Sylvi had one cock in each hand, milking them smoothly, while both her mouth and sacred vale were abused by the men she used to call brothers.

“You see? I haven’t done anything more than removing the girl’s walls of dignity. I haven’t exposed her to my or my little sisters’ auras. The arousal flowing through the shieldmaiden’s body is purely her own. Deep down, this is what she’s always wanted. Well, always needed.”

Pheise didn’t hear the girl’s answer as Nikia abruptly moved his hand from her clit and dragged her down to her knees, unbuckling his loincloth with one quick movement. The phallus that suddenly dangled in front of her was already wet at the tip, covered in bulging veins and almost as thick as her wrist.

“Open up,” Nikia growled, his voice almost feverish. “You will take me in your mouth, you teasing whore.”

“Nik, please…” Pheise pleaded with a hoarse voice, eyes transfixed by the leaking, veiny pole in front of her face. “T-this isn’t you!”

“Oh, but it is, cutie,” answered a voice behind her. One of the nymphs, the one with hair red as wine and skin like milk, had appeared and started delicately caressing Pheise’s hair, dragging it behind her shoulders and gathering it in one of her hands. The other, she planted on the back of the amazon’s head. “This is the true Nikia, the one behind all the pretense. Now, be a good friend and open yourself for him. Let him be who he truly is, and find your own true self as you do.”

Pheise sobbed and tried to move her mouth from the glans closing in, but the nymph’s grip was strong and soon she felt the wet tip poke her shut lips.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll help her open herself for you,” the nymph said, bending down over Pheise’s shoulder and softly kissing her neck.

“Ahh!” An explosion of euphoria spread from her neck and down her body. It was as if her skin were ****, every inch begging for air, for release. But it wasn’t oxygen it was longing for… it was pleasure… pleasure in any form or capacity. The pulsating member pressing against her lips no longer seemed like the intruder it was. For Pheise’s starving body, it might as well have contained the nectar of the Gods themselves. Despite Pheise’s best mental efforts, her mind had nothing to face the **** **** of her body’s desire with, and caved in mere moments.

Her lips parted, giving the shining glans its opportunity to slip between them. Her mouth was filled by her sword-brother’s cock, and Nikia let out a victorious growl, using her hair to pull her further down his shaft. The red haired nymph kept her lips against her collarbone while she supported the mercenary by pushing the back of Pheise’s head, ignoring the tears streaming down her cheeks as she started to gag and struggle for air.

“Keep going, love. This is your purpose. It’s the only thing that will ever fulfill you. And you know it. Make him happy, and he’ll return the favor.”

The explosion of desire slowly waned after the nymph’s lips left her skin, but not completely. Pheise’s resistance was hollow, her muscles sore and her thighs glistened from the juices escaping her loin. And the cock invading her throat wasn’t about to surrender anyhow. So, with the shield of her mind broken, Pheise had nothing but the nymph’s hypnotic words to hold on to.

The flowing tears turned the world into a blur as Pheise struggled to swallow the thick cock, inch by inch. Nikia’s strong hand slapped her hard, again and again, all while he barked at her to take it. To open up her throat and embrace her purpose as a whore and cocksleeve. The nymph helped him, thrusting her face against his shaft back and forth, smearing the dripping spit over her ruined face and laughing in delight as she watched Pheise’s thighs getting drenched by her own, treacherous juices.

After an unknown amount of time - it could be minutes, it could be hours - the cock finally conquered Pheise’s inexperienced throat and she felt how the hard pole rammed down her neck while her nose pressed against the bush of Nikia’s groin.

“Good girl. This is where you belong,” the nymph purred, forcing her to stay in place with a firm hand. “This is your place. Feel his strong hands around your head, fingers gripping through your soft hair, leading you, dominating you. This moment, you’re his. He owns you, like a piece of property. Filling a purpose, the same way his shield protects him and his spear allows him to bring down those who threaten him. But you’re a tool for pleasure, a set of holes for the spear every man carries from birth. Doesn’t it feel wonderful to have a purpose? To be able to give this strong man what he so deeply desires - the warmth of your body.”

A cloud had swept over Pheise’s mind, growing thicker and thicker with the nymph’s hypnotic words. Her body was trembling, but not out of fear or pain. No, the fire between her legs, amplified by Nikia’s unbending grip around her head, was what made her thighs shake. She knew it wasn’t real, that she must be under the thrall of a nymph, but that didn’t change how her slit was glistening, her moist lips spreading wide from Nikia’s hammering against her mouth. Through the fog, she felt her mind getting reconditioned, turning her from the powerful warrior she had been, into a tool for pleasure. Forcing her to crave to be used, making her squirm through her attempts to take Nikia’s cock deeper and deeper.

And when the nymph’s delicate fingers touched the pulsating pink pearl between her thighs, the world exploded into a pink, wonderful fog.