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⊹ ࣪ ˖ KINKTOBER '25: DIVINE PLEASURES. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
Day 15: Sex Pollen & Object Insertion
Eurydice wasn’t entirely sure how this had happened. At least, not at first.
When she thinks about it, the picture becomes clearer. A bottle of nectar here, a bottle of nectar there. She hadn’t realized just how screwed she was until she’d been left staring at a basket full of the small, round bottles, growing weak with the disorienting realization that she hadn’t used any in what felt like weeks because… well, what if she didn’t see the great prince of the underworld again and these were all she had left of him?
The thing is, it was hard living in the middle of Asphodel all alone.
When the prince first showed up, she’d damn near thought he was some kind of apparition meant to torture or tempt her -- and though she hadn’t said as much, tempt her he had. Though parts of her heart still belonged to a certain green-eyed musician, there was still so much… anger and bitterness inside her. Eurydice cloaked it in an easy-going sweetness, like the pomegranates she so liked to work with, but Gods, she was still so mad at Orpheus. Still so hurt by his lack of faith in her. They could have been together all these years, but not only had he doomed her, but he’d doomed himself, too, and that she couldn’t forgive.
It had left her lonely, though she didn’t like to admit it to herself. It was enough to be self-sufficient; enough to meddle around her small island with her shining poms, left to her own devices, singing her own songs without anyone to take credit for them. She told herself for many ages that it was enough. But when a strikingly handsome man shows up, all muscles and miss-matched eyes, could anyone blame her for… having thoughts?
Really, they were more like fantasies, than anything else. The prince rarely lingered at her island for more than a quick chat and a snack for the road, and that was fine by her.
But, when Eurydice was all alone, it was different. She tried not to think about Orpheus if she didn’t have to. So when her body cried out for touch, she was left with only Zagreus.
Her hands would coast along her curves, teasing at her nipples and cupping her sex, all while imagining it was the prince himself above her, touching her. She wondered, some nights, what kind of lover he was. Would he be selfish in bed, like so many men were? Or would he put her desires first? Would he go hard and fast, or slow and steady? Did he prefer his partners on top, or did he instead like to take them from behind?
Eurydice herself had only ever been with a handful of others -- Orpheus had been her last, and he had been devoted in bed. He often had allowed her to lead, and she’d enjoyed their time together greatly despite all the hardship that followed. Still, resentful and desperate to be touched and held, she found herself hoping the prince was more than Orpheus. In her mind’s eye, she’d imagined him dedicated and powerful, a force to be reckoned with. Someone who could make her thoughts disappear; who could fuck her the way she wanted and needed.
She’d never imagined (or expected) to find the answer to any of her questions. Her fantasies were but figments of an unruly imagination and aeons-worth of built-up frustration and desire.
She never thought she’d end up here, but now that she was… Well, she couldn't complain.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ EARLIER ⊹ ࣪ ˖
Zagreus paused at the edge of Eurydice’s island with a frown. He wiped the sweat from his brow and listened for a moment. “No singing,” he remarked to himself, before taking a few steps forward.
His fight with the megagorgon had left him winded, and he was pleased to have a chance to recuperate. Selfishly, he was happy to see Eurydice too and to have some of her incredible Ambrosia Delight, the taste of which often reminded him of a complex medley of flavors he could never quite put his finger on.
But as he took another step forward, Zagreus froze. He could see the top of Eurydice’s leafy hair. For a moment, he thought she was crying. But as he opened his mouth, the sound of a heady groan filled the air as he realized her head and shoulders trembled not out of sadness, but out of desire.
Silently, Zagreus moved closer, his throat suddenly dry.
The pots and cauldrons nearby bubbled cheerily, stewing with the scent of something delicious, but it was the nymph sitting back on the edge of her table that held all of Zagreus’s attention. For once, she’d shed all the accouterments she typically wore gathered at the waist -- oversized multicolored acorns and a tough-skinned tambourine that he now saw were tossed onto the bed nearby.
Had he ever noticed before that her dress was slitted to the waist? It was hard to miss now, with the way acres of soft, pale green skin were on display. He’d never really realized before just how gorgeous Eurydice was. His usual type was often a lot more dark and gloomy, but it was difficult to deny in this instance the dryad’s beauty. And that was before his eyes landed between her thighs.
Zagreus went still, his eyes going wide.
Eurydice’s legs were spread, one knee bent up as her hand did… something under the patchwork fabric of her skirt. It wasn’t difficult to guess what.
Silent as a shade, Zagreus stalked forward. He had no notion of ever moving, but suddenly he stood beside her. Her soft moans persisted as she leaned back against the wall. Pomegranates had rolled off the table at some point, and her face was flushed -- whether that was the heat at work or the effect of her own ministrations, he wasn’t sure.
Wetting his lip, Zagreus reached out to shift her skirt out of the way, and all at once, Eurydice’s eyes flashed open. They widened infinitesimally, before the sexiest whine Zagreus had ever heard escaped her.
“H-hey, Your Royal Majesty.”
Eurydice’s voice was low and reedy, strained by desire. Her pale eyes were blown wide and dark, and the scent of something herbaceous and green radiated from her. “Sorry, for the-- uh, the mess. ‘Fraid I don’t have anything for you today. Went and, mm-- got myself in a… heh, sticky situation.”
Finally, Zagreus permitted himself to look down, and he had to grip the edge of the table at what he saw. Eurydice’s fingers were curled around a leafy vegetable of some sort. He recognized it belatedly as a head of celery, the thick body crammed inside of Eurydice’s cunt as she worked it in and out of herself slowly. With how thick the vegetable was, she could only really manage less than an inch inside before it became too much. Zagreus glanced up at her, noting her dilated pupils and flushed face.
“You, uh… you look more than alright to me, Eurydice.” He just about managed to reply. Valiantly, he fought to ignore the way his cock ached beneath his chiton. “Did, er- did something happen, by any chance? You’re not normally so… er-- open.”
The nymph nodded, though her hand never faltered. “The-- nectar you gave me, hon.. I was… experimenting with it. Trying a new recipe. And it-- mmm… it exploded and next thing I knew I… I couldn’t stop myself.” Another whine, this one lower, needier, hotter, slipped out. Zagreus stared, watching as her lips pouted, her brows tugging together. “I just needed something inside me and I couldn’t stop myself, I can’t stop, I need, I want-”
His cock jumped and flexed, but Zagreus’ mind was on something else. “Wait- Eurydice…” His fingers, absently, had traveled along the table, curling around the nymph’s ankle. She glanced up at him through her lashes expectantly. He didn’t miss the way her eyes fell to his lips before flickering upwards. “...Did you say the mixture exploded?”
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It served her right for trying to experiment with recipes she’d spent decades honing to perfection. And for a man, no less. A god, sure, but still! She thought she’d left those habits behind, but at her core, Eurydice was a pleaser.
When the mixture had poofed up in her face, the effect had been instantaneous., Her shoulders stiffened, her nipples tightening as warmth built between her legs. She’d just barely managed to stumble against the table in time to catch herself. She’d tried to resist it. Tried to fight back what was clearly the side-effect of mixing too much nectar into an already volatile stew, but Gods, it felt too good. In the beginning, at least.
But after what felt like hours, what once had been pleasure, was now only torture. Eurydice didn’t have anything other than her fingers to get herself off with, and the celery she’d managed to scrounge up could only go so far. For the first time in a long time, she prayed to the Gods for some relief.
When Zagreus showed up, for a split-second, she’d wondered if she was imagining him. If somehow, she’d conjured him up through the force of her own animal need. But the prince standing before her was too solid to be anything other than real. When his fingers met her skin, hooking around her ankle, the sensation was too delicious to be a figment of her own delirious imaginings.
She struggled to answer his question -- something about the mixture exploding? But as her mouth opened to respond, Zagreus leaned down to interrupt her with a forceful kiss that left Eurydice whining against his lips.
Her mind spun, wondering how and what and why, but the lust, the desire, the need won out. Her body exhaled in relief, thinking finally, finally, finally. Their mouths moved against each other like they’d been kissing for years, for ages, like they’d known each other’s lips and tongues in previous lives and were more than ready to become reacquainted.
Eurydice moaned into Zagreus’ mouth and was pleased to hear him moan back for her.
His hands slid down her back, curving around her ribs to cup her tits, squeezing at them, rolling his thumbs over the covered nipples. She arched up into him, the celery stalk all but forgotten as Eurydice reached up to shrug her bandeau off. The prince pulled back then, and she watched as he eyed her chest with open hunger, his fingers tweaking the nipples until her breath was ragged.
Grinning, Zagreus leaned down to twirl his tongue across the puffy brown skin, his thumbs continuing to trail the bark-like whorls that circled her nipples. Her tits were smaller than most, but they fit in his hands perfectly, his mouth easily able to take most of her into his mouth, despite their height difference.
Eurydice fought to collect herself, but it was challenging. Her cunt tightened around the celery that still somehow sat inside her, ignored even as it bobbed with the force of her clenching. Zagreus glanced down belatedly when it ground against his hip.
“Need some help with that?” He smirked, biting at Eurydice’s nipple until she arched once more.
“Yes. Gods, yes.”
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The prince didn’t waste a moment. Despite his grinning facade, his blood beat hot in his veins, his cock practically weeping with need. How he wanted to take the nymph right there and then. She was practically begging for it, after all, her legs spread rather wantonly, as though inviting him to make a home between her thighs. He imagined tossing the remaining baskets of fruit beside her out of the way and mounting her atop the table. Soon, his mind insisted.
For now, Zagreus contented himself with taking hold of the stalks she’d worked into herself and using the vegetable to fuck Eurydice open. His gaze remained locked on her cunt, that earthy scent he’d smelled earlier that of her juices. When he could take it no longer, he pulled the celery out of her and dragged his tongue across the base.
He brought it to her mouth next, pleased when Eurydice needed no instruction to indulge herself, her tongue gliding eagerly across the stalks as though she might die of thirst. His mind blanked as he watched her, imagining how she might take his cock like that, her tongue winding all up and down his length, her mouth pressing to his balls, sucking and kissing and whining that way she did as her voice broke and his cock dripped hot beads of precum onto her forehead and--
Zagreus wrenched himself out of the fantasy with a gasp, his hands closing around Eurydice’s knees to hoist both legs up and onto his shoulders. He was more than easily able to pull the dryad onto her back, tugging her hips up to bring her cunt briefly to his mouth. He mouthed at her folds like a man possessed, watching her through heavy lids as she tossed the celery stalk to the side and began to play with her own breasts. Her eyes remained on Zagreus, the two never daring to look away as he used his fingers to spread her open, drinking up all the juices she had to offer, the flavor both sweet and musky, like wet earth and rain.
“Please, hon-- save the teasing for later,” Eurydice groaned, the stalk at the corner of her mouth tumbling out as her legs trembled.
Breathing out a laugh, Zagreus lowered her hips back down. He reached under his chiton to fist his cock, nudging the head against Eurydice’s hole with palpable restraint. He glanced up to make sure she was alright with this, but before he could ask, the nymph rocked her hips up and he was inside her.
They moaned in harmony, Zagreus having to catch himself as his knees went a little weak. He glanced down to watch his cock sink deeper into her, closing his eyes to savor the sensation. She was tighter than he expected, considering the vegetable she’d been using before, her walls warm and loamy, both swollen skin and wet earth wrapped around him in a vise. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and as he gave her a curious thrust, stars burst behind both their eyes.
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Eurydice almost came from that first thrust alone, her cunt weeping as it took its first cock in over a hundred years. And what a cock it was. Zagreus was thicker than Orpheus she noted at the back of her mind, his cock slightly curved up, the head thick and shiny as it speared her open.
She’d always been a loud-mouth in bed, and as Zagreus glanced up at her, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning out, “Feels so good, your highness. So damned good. Don’t stop, keep going, please, keep going.”
Gods, but he was excellent.
His brow folded in concentration as he pressed his face against her calf, kissing up her skin as his cock continued to plow into her. Eurydice’s nails dug into the grooves of her table, the wet schlap! of his cock driving into her cunt rising above the sound of boiling water. She couldn’t contain her gasps then, words dissolving into pure babble as each heavy thrust forced her higher and higher up the table, until all of a sudden, Zagreus was lifting her up and dropping her down on the bed nearby.
He helped her onto her knees, a hand at the back of her spine forcing Eurydice low as he slotted himself back up against her hole, and she cried out as he filled her. Eurydice gasped and gasped into her bedspread, her legs spread wide to allow Zagreus all the space he needed to fuck her until she was completely falling apart.
“I almost think you wanted me to find you like this,” the prince groaned against her ear as he pulled out slowly… and snapped his hips back up against her. “Is that what you wanted, Eurydice?”
She could barely answer with anything more than a, “No--” but it was a lie. She knew it was a lie. Even as her head had spun with need, she’d hoped. Of course she had hoped he would find her like that. She’d dreamed of this for ages, and now that she was here, it was everything she’d wanted and more.
“You feel so damned good, Eurydice,” Zagreus huffed, each desperate rocking of his hips bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His hand reached between her legs to tease at her clit, insistent that when they came it would be together. He ground his teeth tight, needing to feel her come for him first.
“You feel so good, so thick, so big, so good, Zagreus!”
And for her part, Eurydice could feel him swelling inside her, getting closer. With the nectar in her bloodstream, thoughts of safety were far from her mind as her knees widened even further, and her back arched. The angle was mind-numbingly good, delicious in a way that could not be described, could only be felt and Gods, could she feel it from the tips of her toes all the way up to the nape of her neck.
“Come inside me, Your Highness.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, catching his eyes as he bit his lip until it bled. “Give it to me, please, I need it.” Eurydice was almost sobbing now, her beautiful voice ragged with ecstasy. “I need it, I need--”
Eurydice gasped as she suddenly came, juices squirting out of her and onto the bedspread. With a groan loud enough to be heard all across Asphodel, Zagreus soon followed, his head tipping back as pleasure burst behind his eyes. He shook as he spilled into her, ropes of his godly seed filling the nymph to the brim as he buried himself as deep as he could go, and held himself there.
In the aftermath, both the prince and the nymph were quiet, their mismatched breathing the only sound apart from Asphodel’s ever present blistering ambiance and the roiling of the stovetop. The haze that had fallen over them both lifted, though only barely.
“Blood and Darkness,” Zagreus whispered when his cock refused to soften. It throbbed weakly, flexing inside the nymph.
Eurydice, exhausted, bleary-eyed and shaking, gave him a smile. “Guess we’ll just have to go again.”