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Piper
After years of privately wondering how so many mortals had failed to accurately assess the cost/benefit analysis of getting into bed with a god, Piper now completely understood how humanity kept falling for it.
Dating Apollo was like none of her previous relationships. Not only did he have all the things she wanted out of a regular partner (empathetic, funny, good-looking), he could also spoil her in ways none of her previous dates could, and had millennia of practice in doing so. He gave her bouquets with flowers that had been extinct everywhere except Olympus for fourteen centuries. He could get her into any movie premier she wanted. And every song he added to their shared playlist was an eleven out of ten. It’d made coming up with presents to give him in return a nightmare - until Meg had started covertly sending her ideas.
Apollo was also capable of indulging her sillier whims. He could take her to every Space Mountain on the planet to see which was best, or shapeshift to show her what various historical figures had looked like (Cleopatra had been hawt). And today-
“I sometimes wish I could just see what having a dick is like,” Piper said. She and Apollo were curled up on her couch, eating pizza while idly watching Taskmaster. It wasn’t at all commentary on the show, she’d just had the thought.
“Well…” Apollo said, and Piper lifted her head from his chest to look up at him. He had a look on his face that had become very familiar to her, a look that said you wanna see something cool?
“You can do that?”
“I could turn you into an eight-legged capybara with butterfly wings that spits acid. You think a temporary cosmetic change is beyond me?”
“Okay, when you say it like that I feel dumb,” Piper pouted, prompting Apollo to press a conciliatory kiss to her forehead, “So… you’d be okay with giving me a dick? For like, a day?”
“Sure, why not? It’d only be temporary, so the Fates can’t get on my ass about it. They don’t like when we do minor stuff like that permanently. For it to be permanent we have to go all-out, usually by ruining your life.”
“And you’d understand that the first thing I’d want to do before anything else is jack off?”
“I’d even show you how.”
“If you’d show me how, would you also help me with the second thing I’d wanna do?”
“It depends on what that is, I’m not a mind reader,” Apollo teased. Blushing slightly, Piper realised what he wanted from her. Closing her eyes, she did her best to shut out the (very entertaining) sounds coming from the TV.
Lord Apollo, please would you suck my dick that you give me? Pretty please? Piper prayed. Apollo’s chest rumbled beneath her with a small chuckle.
“Of course. Now?”
Piper lifted her head up, giving him an expression that conveyed the fact that he was the one who’d just asked a dumb question. “Taskmaster’s not finished yet, dummy.”
“Good point,” Apollo conceded. Reaching his hand out, he willed one of the slices of pizza (which he’d delivered from Naples, Italy) into his hand. Not quite a god, Piper reached forwards to grab her own, before returning to using Apollo as a pillow.
One Taskmaster episode later
“Cut or uncut?” Apollo asked her.
Sat on top of her covers in the nude, back pressed against her headboard, Piper’s equally-naked boyfriend was next to her, one thick arm wrapped around her shoulders.
“I dunno. Whatever you prefer.”
“Size?”
“Hmm… how big’s yours again?”
“At the moment, six inches.”
“Six-point-one inches, please.”
“Brat,” Apollo mumbled, “Okay, I’ll be honest, the transformation isn’t all that pretty. You’ll probably want to close your eyes.”
Taking a deep breath, Piper did just that, giving Apollo a nod. With his free hand, Apollo snapped his fingers, the sound reverberating through Piper’s bones.
Thankfully, whatever was happening downstairs didn’t make a noise (or it did, and Apollo was doing some of his god of music trickery to keep it from reaching her ears), but it did tingle very unusually. To begin with, the tingling was internal, but she gasped when it became distinctly external.
“Is it safe to look?” Piper asked. Apollo hummed assent. Piper’s eyes cracked open.
It… was a penis. Uncut, as was apparently Apollo’s preference, it was currently soft, sitting cutely on top of a smooth pair of balls which, in turn, were sitting cutely on top of her thighs. Smaller than she’s expected, though she supposed Apollo had made her a grower rather than a shower.
Tentatively, Piper reached a hand down to give it a touch, spreading her legs to get at it easier. She threaded her fingers around her package, grabbing the base of her shaft with her thumb and index finger while her remaining fingers stretched out across her balls.
“It’s lighter than I thought.”
‘That’s because the blood’s not pumping yet,” Apollo told her, leaning in to press a kiss to the sweet spot on her neck, “Keep going.”
Spurred on by his encouragement, Piper kept massaging her new equipment, slowly raising the intensity with which she did so. Apollo did his part in turn, bringing the arm that had been wrapped around her shoulders to cup her breast while he continued to pepper her neck with kisses.
Piper let out a single delighted laugh as she felt her dick begin to harden between her digits. She could feel the blood pumping through with every heartbeat, could feel it getting firmer in her hand. More importantly, she could see it growing before her eyes. She’d always loved watching her previous partners get hard, and Piper was quickly realising there was a narcissistic sort of delight in this. While it probably wasn’t for the same reason as most of them, Piper suddenly related to the man’s impulse to see if he could suck his own dick.
Within moments, it was hard enough for her to wrap her palm around. While she’d undoubtedly felt good up until this point, the first full stroke had Piper fully understanding why guys liked jacking off so much. Sure, Piper could and did masturbate plenty, but there was a certain beauty to just sliding her fist along the length of her shaft and feeling the electricity race up her spine. When she pulled back down, she saw her foreskin expand around her glans, revealing her dark tip and darker slit. That was probably why Apollo had gone for uncut - no lube needed.
“This feels nice,” Piper breathed, beginning to pick up the pace.
“Don’t I know it,” Apollo replied, “Feel like you expected?”
“B-better,” Piper moaned, as Apollo sucked a hickey into Piper’s neck while she picked up the pace. Though it’d wounded her pride at the time, Piper understood completely why her previous partners had been so fussy with her handjobs, because she didn’t have to grip it nearly as tightly as she’d thought.
“‘Scuse me, I wanna get in on the action,” Apollo said, before pulling away from her. Piper whined softly, hand going still around her base. Apollo didn’t leave her disappointed, though. He swung his body around, straddling Piper’s thighs and pressing his left hand against the headboard, right next to Piper’s face. His entire body, from his gorgeous blond locks to his beautiful face to his thick arms to his chiselled chest and abs, all the way down to his own hard, leaking and point-one-of-an-inch-shorter dick, which he wrapped his own hand around, “You wanna set the pace, or should I?”
Fuck, Apollo was so fucking beautiful. And hot.
Before she’d even registered it, Piper began stroking again, going half again as fast as she had been before. While Apollo may not have been touching her anymore, the new position was twice as erotic, and gave her some serious eye candy to help her out. She wasn’t the only one doing some shameless ogling either, his pupils were so blown out his golden irises were practically invisible, hungrily roaming over Piper’s body from hair to thigh, and always returning to the motion of her hand pumping away. Likewise, she too found herself inevitably drawn back to his dick, mouth watering at the sight of it throbbing in his rapidly-jerking fist.
Soon, with their chests heaving and arms blurring, their eyes locked, and no words needed to be exchanged through speaking or through prayer. Lips collided, the lovers furiously making out with one another. It only took a few seconds of this for the inevitable to happen.
“Oh my gods, I think I’m gonna cum!” Piper gasped into Apollo’s mouth. She couldn’t imagine what else this feeling could be. That mounting pressure, a feeling like when you knew you’d lost your balance and were just about to fall.
A bridge of spit connecting their lips as Apollo pulled away. Face hardened with lust, the look he gave her was an unmistakable command: Do it.
Piper’s free hand, which had previously been clenched tightly in a fight, wrapped around Apollo’s back, her forehead pressing against his own. Her hand kept jerking, and jerking, until it happened.
Perhaps after enough of them, it’d prove true that a penile orgasm wasn’t as strong as a vaginal one. On her first time, though, Piper felt like a supernova had just gone off in her crotch. Her entire body shook with pleasure, her breath hitching as her nails raked across Apollo’s perfectly-sculpted back. Though she wanted to scrunch her eyes shut, she wanted to look more, so she watched utterly enraptured as ropes of cum spewed from her tip, firing at intense velocity. Clearly, Apollo had given her plenty of cum to work with, as she glazed his entire torso with her load. White fluid splattered across his broad, brown chest, painted his abs and splashed onto his cock, which he was no longer pumping. Instead, he was cupping Piper’s face, his thumb stroking the corner of her eye as she rode it out.
Much faster than she was used to, Piper regained her senses, staring with wide eyes at the mess she’d made all over her boyfriend. She’d seen some big loads in her time, but that took the absolute cake. And it’d felt amazing. Not only the physical release, but coating her partner with her essence, marking him as hers, it was intoxicating.
“Holy fuck,” Piper said, not sure what else there was to say.
“I know, right?” Apollo grinned at her, “Gimme a sec,”
Sliding off the bed, Apollo strode over to Piper’s closet, where he knew to look for a towel. As he did so, Piper was able to lazily take in the sight of his bubble butt walking away.
Gotta tap that at some point.
“Any chance I could use that?” Piper asked, gesturing at the towel as Apollo began patting himself down. While most of her seed had been glazed across Apollo, there was a little bit coating her hand and junk.
“You won’t be needing it,” Apollo promised her, before tossing it behind him. Even though she’d just come, Piper could’ve sworn she felt her dick twitch as he said that, and she definitely felt it twitch as he crawled onto the bed, headed right for the jackpot between her legs.
“Are you sure I can go aga- fucking shit!” Piper began to ask, but Apollo reached her first. He practically dove between her legs, planting a deep, reverent kiss on her cum-soaked balls. All at once, it was like Piper had just chugged a gallon of nectar, her hips bucking sharply as Apollo filled her with vigour. She threw her head back and gasped, shaking uncontrollably. When Apollo pulled his lips away, Piper glanced back down. She was hard and throbbing. “That’s… a neat trick.”
Pleased with himself, Apollo reached out for Piper’s cum-stained hand, gently sucking it clean. His eyes were filled with such reverence for her, as if he were still that gangly mortal who needed her help.
“Do I taste nice?” Piper asked.
“Wanna find out?” Apollo offered. When Piper nodded softly, he licked up the line her final rope had laid out across her balls and undershaft, making Piper shiver at her first tongue-to-cock contact. When he’d scooped it all up, he raised himself on his arms, meeting Piper in a kiss as he pushed the wad of cum past her lips. Immediately, Piper had her answer.
Pulling sharply away, Piper’s face was fixed in a cringe, swallowing as quickly as she could. “You could’ve just said no.”
“You’ve tasted plenty of cum, why’d you think it’d be any different?” Apollo asked. Now that she thought of it, even his cum was only tolerable to taste. Everyone else had been fairly unpleasant.
“Maybe my boyfriend would make my taste reflect my delightful personality,” Piper said.
“Your boyfriend thought you should get the full, authentic experience. Now then,” Apollo said, resuming his place with his face between her legs. Once more, he leaned in, this time nuzzling into the underside of her dick with his cheek while staring straight at her. “May I?”
“P-please,” Piper stuttered, breath hitching all of a sudden. The contrasting shades of brown between his tan and her native complexion had always been pleasant, but they were doubly so when the contrast was between face and cock.
Obliging her, Apollo wrapped his fingers around the base of her dick, holding it steady as he began to pepper kisses up the length of it. When he reached the top, he pulled lightly, ensuring her foreskin was retracted right before he closed his lips around her tip.
Fuck, no wonder guys love this. Piper’s back arched, her fingers instinctively threading through Apollo’s golden locks and gripping tightly. Maybe getting her first blowjob from someone who’d been sucking dicks since the Bronze Age wasn’t exactly representative of what the average blowjob was like, but Piper would be damned if this wasn’t one of the best things she’d ever felt in the bedroom. All of Apollo’s ample skill he frequently and enthusiastically displayed when going down on her was still here, but Piper was also feeling sensations she’d never had in her life. Every circling stroke of Apollo’s tongue, every hollowing of his cheeks, it was all utterly rapturous.
“You’re so g-good!” Piper moaned, alternating between throwing her head back with pleasure and looking back to ensure she had the visual of Apollo’s pretty mouth wrapped around her dick seared permanently into Piper’s brain. And Apollo knew exactly the effect he was having on her, at one point locking eyes with her and throwing her a wink as he bobbed his head particularly low, almost kissing her base. He certainly could, but he was clearly working at his own pace, enjoying making Piper squirm beneath him.
The feeling of suction, and on particularly deep plunges of his throat muscles massaging her crown, enticing her to attempt to impregnate his throat (a possibility she couldn’t rule out, knowing the gods), was drastically different to the feeling of being eaten out. For now, Piper wasn’t sure which of the two she preferred, but she’d already resolved to work it out through extensive comparative study.
At last, Apollo reached the base of her cock, his full, kissable lips practically making out with her crotch, all the while refusing to break eye contact with her. For the second time in her life, Piper felt her dick preparing to orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum,” Piper told him, moaning in delight, and then dismay.
Apollo had pulled back almost completely, his lips still touching her tip but his tongue completely gone. Without a doubt, Apollo was experienced enough to know he’d withdrawn too early, and the mischievous glint in his eye confirmed it.
You know what I want.
“You bitch,” Piper groaned, eyes squeezing shut as Apollo began lazily stroking her off, fast enough to ensure she stayed near the precipice but not fast enough to push her over. Closing her eyes, Piper vowed to herself that she’d get her revenge. Lord Apollo, please. Make me cum. I’ll do anything, I promise, just finish me off!
When she opened her eyes, Piper could’ve sworn she saw Apollo smiling around her dick. His stroking turned to rapidly beating her off, while his mouth lavished her tip with all its attention. Within ten seconds, that climax she’d sensed was back with a vengeance, her toes curling and her body wracked with shudders. Clearly, Apollo had realised just how much Piper had liked covering him before, because a fraction of a second before she began to spray, he pulled his mouth off her cock and extended his tongue.
No less powerful than the first, Piper’s orgasm erupted from her shaft. It was only thanks to Apollo’s deliberate aiming that most of it didn’t miss his face entirely, instead ensuring that his hair and brow were positively soaked with her spunk. Plenty more found its way across his nose, his cheekbones, and of course, onto his outstretched tongue. Put simply, it was the most erotic thing Piper had ever seen in her life.
Once she’d stopped, Apollo wrapped his lips around Piper’s very sensitive tip and gave it a gentle suck, which still had her back arching as she realised just how sensitive a post-orgasm dick was. Finally satisfied, he crawled forwards, arms wrapping around Piper and bringing her in for a hug.
“How was that?”
“Amazing,” Piper told him, melting into his embrace, “You didn’t cum.”
“It’ll just make the next one sweeter.”
“Mmm,” Piper hummed, “We need to do that again.”
“Of course we do,” Apollo agreed, “You haven’t even fucked my ass yet.”
Piper moaned into his chest, before grinning cheesily. Gods, she loved her boyfriend.