Hot Potato

Eros sat on the hillside, as is the wont of gods, playing with himself and watching the shepherd Probataphilos obtain a little "job satisfaction" with one of his charges. He felt a touch on his shoulder and the one who touched him got a face full of god-cum. Then he glanced up and saw Eris's dripping mien.

"You're watching that, boy? Disgusting pervert. Aren't there enough women in the world?"

"What care I who - or what - a man satisfies himself with?"

"You should. This sort of thing produces monsters; remember Pasiphae and the bull? Minos had to keep the lad locked in the basement until that hero came along."

"You speak of monsters, Daughter of Chaos? You've birthed enough of your own."

"I do not appreciate this spectacle, and I intend to do something about it." She scooped the liquid off her face and gathered it into a ball, then lightly kissed it. The liquid turned to golden dust, which she blew from her palm onto the face of Probataphilos. The man immediately stopped what he was doing and looked around.

"What did you? I was hoping to see more of the show!"

"Ha. He has fantasized over Chrusodae, the female goldsmith. Now he will lust after her, and he will act upon it."

"That is cruel, Lady of Discord. I will ensure his lust is satisfied." He gathered a single drop of his seed and flicked it onto the tip of the man's orchid.

Eris smiled. She had not told the young god that her blessing was transmissible, so that the power would flow from person to person...