Yes (TW: Zeus)

You follow the man through the threshold, endlessly curious and slightly intrigued by what he has to do with Zeus that has to be discussed outside the temple. Seeing you follow, the man slows his pace slightly allowing you to catch up with him. "Come, I know a place that sells little cakes not far from here, let's grab some on the way." As the two of you head towards the outskirts of town, he begins to discuss grand things about Zeus, impressing you a bit more - you never knew Zeus was such an interesting deity; the tales display him as grandiose but they don't really delve into his personal accomplishments. You never knew that before the Olympians came to this planet that Zeus personally tamed an entire continent, ridding it of a plague that had been there for millennia until he personally cured it with his own power, rending it safe for human habitation. You also learn that that's where your ultimate ancestors, the Romans, hail from.

As the two of you continue walking, you come upon the aforementioned cake shop, Debora's Little Torta Shop. The two of you both grab a small cake, the strange man paying, although as the two of you continue walking, you find yourself noticing his looks more and more, his well-toned muscles beginning to be noticeable under his shirt. Come to think of it, perhaps you're beginning to become a little infatuated with him. As you continue to talk with him, getting lost in conversation, you find yourselves being led outside of town, into the surrounding forest. You continue your walk with him, going deeper into the woods surrounding town as the wildlife of the forest begins showing signs of itself here and there. A songbird sings in the noon sun up there, and under the brush over there, a rabbit rushes out, darting to a different bush. Eventually the two of you come upon a lake nestled in the foothills, and despite it being winter, you're far enough south that paired with the ocean nearby, it really doesn't get cold here. So, the two of you decide to swim. Not having changes of clothes with you, you set your clothes aside, hanging them on a nearby tree's branches to keep the ground critters from getting curious.

The two of you spend about half an hour exploring the lake, until you find a small cave, only accessible from under the water. Feeling daring, you decide to emerge into the cave from under the water, noticing that the sun comes through from small holes above. Come to think of it, it's quite a bit warmer in this cave than it is outside; must be some sort of insulation in here. You hear a splash from behind you, seeing the man come up from out of the water, his member starting to get erect as your naked form stands there. "You know," he whispers into your ear, "you're really rather beautiful; I can't say I've ever met any whose beauty compares to yours." You blush, his words finding purchase as you let him feel your sides, tracing along your curves. He leans down for a kiss, you allowing him to take it from your lips as you embrace the feelings towards him, though the two of you have only just met recently.

He lines his penis up with your cunt, gently prodding the shaft against your lips as it rubs back and forth between them from this standing position, his tongue delving into your mouth. He pushes you against the cave wall, your back now against the smooth limestone (albeit slightly damp). Using this much more stable position to his advantage, he gently presses his weight against you, head now entering your slightly dampening pussy, his tongue now entering your mouth as he slowly eases his member into you. A moan elicits from your lips, his weight vaguely reminding you of the gentle weight pressing down on you in your earlier fantasy about Zeus. Hearing this, he is emboldened as he slides his rod the rest of the way up into your canal, hitting near the back as he now begins sliding up and down inside your clamshell. Your wetness grows stronger, him slowly accelerating as his tongue is emboldened in its quest to conquer your mouth. Your hand goes to your breast as you begin to get into it; fingers massaging your nipple, butt of your hand toying with your breast. This, of course, causes your moans to get louder, encouraging him to go even faster, now picking up to a medium speed.

Your tongue attempts to toy back with his as his tongue grows bolder still, trying to see how far back in your mouth it can go. His hands hold your hips steady, giving him greater leverage with which to fuck you, now slowly picking up to a faster speed as heat begins to build within you. Your breath starts catching as your start losing track of anything other than the motions and feelings involved in sex, as your other hand subconsciously moves to your clit, teasing your pleasure button, rosebud sending positive messages through your body in gratitude. His pace is now quick, member slick with your juices, your muscles beginning to slowly build tension. After some time of these continued motions: your hands playing with breast nipple and clit, his rod quickly pistoning back and forth in your passage, his tongue succeeding in its wrestling with yours, you finally feel your muscles release, as your abdominal and upper leg muscles repeatedly clench. About half a minute later, you relax, only now realizing that his cum leaks out from your crevice. However, you are too tired to care, as you collapse on his form for the night, sun having set an unknown amount of time ago.