Chapter 2
@ch.1. You’re in the Wrong Place
It was Eutostea’s first time becoming intimate with a man. She never kissed a man either. Also, the first time showing her naked body. She saw the hierophany of god in her bed. If the priestess gets to know this, she will break her teeth in jealousy.
Eutostea’s body trembled. The man existed on top of her, almost squeezing her body. He wasn’t a human, but a god. His exceptional confidence pressed down on Eutostea, a normal human, as if to crush her to death.
He began to eat up her greedily who became a helplessly silent and obedient sheep. The start of it was her lips. The man’s chapped lips came and collided against her dry and soft skin. When their kiss turned wet and sloppy with each other’s saliva, their lips were rubbed together with a smacking sound.
Chewing her lips, he grasped her breast. Her soft skin was squashed in his palm. It was a stinging, numbing, and knee-wobbling sensation. The unhesitating feelings were very unfamiliar.
‘They say the first experience is painful.’
Eutostea didn’t experience it but heard a lot about it. However, that seemed to be a lie.
After the short foreplay, Apollo pushed his penis into Eutostea’s body. It felt as if something was dividing inside her. The penetration in the lower part of her body made her dizzy.
It wasn’t a splitting pain. The part that should definitely stay closed was forcibly split open, which was a little weird and awkward. However, before she felt the lack of something, a hot lump of flesh was firmly filling the inside of her. Eutostea tried to force herself to feel pain, but her entire, loosened-up body just experienced an intense feeling of pleasure.
Besides, Apollo’s endless smooch melted her body like cotton candy. Eutostea could even trust that the saliva she sucked while kissing his was nectar.
Apollo skillfully led her who was ignorant about relationships with men. Instead of insanely moving his waist like a dog in heat, he put his lips and teased her here and there so that her body could be awake. Being in his arms, she shook her legs and her bottom. She was moving up and down by someone else’s will.
“Haahh… Aahhh…”
But she breathed out and moaned by her own will. When she controlled herself from making noises but then moaned from time to time around the rim of his ear, Apollo put his lips to her chin as if to praise her. Then it was followed by a deep kiss, which resembled the action of a mother bird putting food into the baby bird’s beak, being fed for the first time in its life, and teaching it, ‘This is how you take food.’
The night was short. No, time was relative. Because of this man, who called himself a god, Eutostea couldn’t even remember how time went by.
She imagined that petals soaked in pleasure would be scattered in the space where the time she let had passed by. Like flower petals fluttering by force and not naturally falling, Eutostea’s body shook wildly from Apollo clutching her pelvis and moving it violently.
Their sexual intercourse was about to continue until her physical strength reached its limit. As a sign of surrender, Eutostea put her arm around Apollo’s shoulder. Her fingertips touched his laurel wreath crown woven in gold. Without time to grope and figure out its shape, her body swayed. She seemed like she would get a cut on her fingers from the leaves. Eutostea tightly held him in her arms and tried hard to endure and not sink.
At last, she heaved a long sigh and lay down on the bed with her face down. Both her cheeks turned red and hot. It was wet between her spread-apart legs. The part stained with her body fluids foamed up with white discharge. The man didn’t ejaculate. Having his still erected penis at her, Apollo lay down his body on the back of her exhausted body.
When he put his forearm on top of hers and covered the back of her hand with his palm, their fingers were interlocked. He brought her fingers close to his mouth and put them on and off his lips as if they were covered with honey. His behavior made her widely awake from drowsiness.
“I can’t smell anything from your body. Weird,” he said, sniffing her thoroughly.
‘Because I didn’t apply any scented oil.’
Eutostea pretended to respond, pouting her lips. Her voice still didn’t come out like she had become mute. But the man’s threatening force slowly reduced.
First of all, it became easy to breathe. Her voice seemed to come out soon. Now, it was anxiety that brought her headache.
‘What should I do with this situation?’
Things happened, and the god still mistook her existence. Apollo was rolling Eutostea’s finger in his mouth as if he didn’t care about what she was thinking. Licking and playing with her finger in his mouth was childish behavior, but it didn’t feel dirty to her. She just thought that this was what he liked.
“It doesn’t matter that you don’t have any smell. Don’t try to apply scented oil.”
Eutostea deeply sighed at Apollo answering his own question. He talked like he would come and check the next day whether she applied scented oil or not.
“I’ve allowed you to call my name, but you keep silent.”
Even if she wanted to talk, what could she do when she was unable to do anything because of his threatening force? Eutostea vibrated the vocal cords to test herself, but only feeble air came out from her throat.
Due to the pathetic, lack of communication, she just pulled Apollo’s hand she was holding onto in her arms. The purpose of it was to save her finger from being messed up with god’s saliva.
“Kiss me.”
He suddenly requested. It was a preposterous remark, but things already happened and she thought it was pointless to resist it when things came this far. If he was god, the more important thing was to not rub his fur the wrong way. Eutostea pressed her lips against the back of his hand as if to say, ‘Here, take this.’ She felt electricity from his skin. It made her skin crawl. Just by a touch, the texture of his skin felt like electricity flowing through it.
‘Is this what god’s body like?’
While she was amazed at it, his hand to which she had her lips attached flipped. Apollo grabbed her chin and turned it to kiss her on the lips. Again, a chill ran down her chin and flew throughout her body.
“Strange. It’s strangely sweet.”
‘My saliva? No way.’
How could a stranger’s saliva taste this sweet? Could she drink someone’s saliva like it tasted sugary? No, she thought. Instead, it was her who should say what he just said. Just as she expressed earlier, the man’s saliva suited her taste without aversion as if it was nectar, the gods’ wine.
‘Did I lose my moral compass this much?’ Eutostea had skeptical thoughts.
Apollo, on the other hand, was thinking of something else. He gently pressed Eutostea’s lips with his two fingers and said, “Will I be able to hear your voice before this night ends? Are you afraid of me that you can’t talk? Ah, I wasn’t thinking straight. I should have not come here with my real appearance. It might be an overwhelming existence to a human not used to the energy of god. Do you feel uncomfortable because of me? But didn’t it get better than earlier? Hmm. I haven’t been considerate. But still, I’ll stay by your side faithfully tonight, as promised. I won’t leave you before dawn, so don’t worry.”
Eutostea also had a second thought.
When the day breaks.
I’ll get caught.
Oh, goodness.’
Chattering her teeth, Eutostea turned her back on god and rolled onto the other side. Apollo considered her action as Eutostea tossing and turning in bed, being deeply asleep. Having those thoughts, he swept back her hair delightedly.
“I’ll sing for you to have a good dream.”
It was a great honor to listen to Apollo’s song. The lyrics he hummed in a mellifluous voice alongside the perfect melody got in at one ear and out at the other.
‘I’m screwed. I’m screwed.’
That was all Eutostea thought about. She tossed and turned for quite a while, being afraid of what would come afterward.
The prison-like structure the king designed was too impenetrable for the feeble light of dawn to permeate the bedroom. The gleam of light barely managed to illuminate the window. Apollo thought she was asleep, so he kissed her on the forehead in the dark and then got close to the window.
Eutostea glanced at the view of his back. The silver dawn light shed light on the form of god. Her foggy eyes could only distinguish the purple fabric on his robust physique. Eutostea trembled and tried to sleep. The last words from god she heard were an ominous prophecy of him saying, “I’ll be back.”
She had a broken sleep until the morning. However, her body felt refreshed after a good night’s sleep. Eutostea wished that the night she remembered was just a weird dream.
She looked around swiftly with blank eyes and got surprised to find the widely open window, which seemed like it was welcoming a guest, and then she was surprised again by the fact that she was sleeping naked. The attire she enjoyed wearing was coiled up at a somewhat distant place. When she stretched out her hand aside, the sunken part of the mattress caught her eyes. It was apparently a trace of someone lying down on it.
‘Argh,’ she exclaimed and stomped her feet on the bed. If she got caught by the maid cleaning her room, the rumor would widely spread. Thus, she stepped on the bed a couple of times to flatten the mattress. After then, she came down to the floor and adjusted her clothes.
“Good morning.”
The door opened and the maids rushed into the room as if they set a timer. No one was interested in the open window. The ladies checked the bed thoroughly as if they planned to do so. Eutostea narrowed her eyes and watched them nervously.
“Did you lose something?”
“No, princess. Did you toss and turn a lot last night? The bed is in a mess.”
“Then have it shipshape. That’s your job, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Three or four maids pulled the sheets up and made the bed industriously. Eutostea left the room to wash her face in the morning. ‘Oh, I forgot something.’ She returned to her room and told the maids, “The window latch is missing. Fix it.”
After her order, the maid exchanged suspicious eye contact with each other. Eutostea squinted her eyes and waited for their response. ‘Yes, we will.’
When they returned a lukewarm answer, Eutostea walked toward the bathhouse. The three princesses shared it together. The round tub was filled with clean water pumped up from a pipe. Like a fountain that never ran dry, it was continuously replaced with clean water.
She was the first one to arrive today as well. Thinking about her sisters dawdling on their beds, Eutostea took off her clothes. Her body was in good condition. She looked around herself in front of a bronze mirror to find a suspicious mark or traces left on her body, but not even a scratch was on her skin. She didn’t feel heavy in the stomach, and it didn’t hurt between her groin area either.
‘Something’s strange.’
She lost her virginity last night. But her body went through less change than when she was on her period. Was it a dream? But it was too vivid to call it a dream. She wasn’t a pervert to have a wet dream about Apollo. Eutostea hurried to take a bath so that she could also get rid of miscellaneous thoughts. When she eased into the hot bath, she was overcome by delicious languor.
Then her sisters entered the bathhouse one after another.
“Didn’t someone knock on the window last night?”
It was Askitea, the first princess’s voice.
“No. I didn’t hear anything because I went to bed early, feeling tired,” Hersia, the second princess replied.
“How can you fall asleep like that? Who knows if someone can come to see you? Anyway, I heard it clearly. The window was rattling. I would have immediately opened the window and checked it if the maids didn’t surround my bed like a human chain to watch me.”
“Come on, you think god will knock on the window while moving in and out of a woman’s bedroom?”
“Well, that makes sense…” Askitea sighed and continued, “If it were the almighty Zeus, he would have smashed the window that our father had built as a barrier and would come in with a smile. The person who knocked on my door yesterday might be small-minded or a petty thief.”
Eutostea, who was quietly listening to their conversation, flinched her shoulders.
‘Askitea, he might probably be Apollo.’
They said walls have ears. Eutostea prayed inwardly to Artemis for the forgiveness of her eldest sister’s impertinent remark, but then she got frustrated again as she realized that she wasn’t a virgin anymore to entrust her prayer to the goddess.
The three princesses all came into the tub. The two sisters, who diligently applied olive oil to smoothen their hair, made their five senses stand up upside-down when they smelled an unfamiliar scent coming from somewhere.
“What is this smell?” wondered Hersia.
“I haven’t smelled this scented oil before. Did you change to another oil?” Askitea asked.
They made the maid who touched their hair leave the bathhouse and then began to find the source of the scent while flaring their nostrils. Their glances were then directed to the opposite side. It was toward Eutostea, who fell into a sound sleep with half of her body in the tub and her head tilted back. She was emitting a rich and suspicious scent.
“It’s her, right?”
“It is.”
The two sisters looked at each other and nodded.
The youngest said she had no interest in dressing up and didn’t even cast a look at distilled water or scented oils. But how could that girl get this good smell?
Askitea and Hersia shoved their noses respectively onto Eutostea’s hair and neck to analyze the smell. This delicate scent effusing from her entire body was heavy like honey but soft like evening primrose. They had gone through so many fragrances, but this was a scent they had never experienced before, so it raised their curiosities.
“Is it poison? You know she isn’t the type who finds and wears scented oil spontaneously.”
But she wouldn’t be mentally ill to apply poison to herself. Hersia strangely related to her older sister’s words, so she looked for a wine with a determined look in her eyes––carrying out a sisterhood mission to neutralize poison on her youngest sister.
“Pouring a wine will neutralize it.”
When Hersia brought a wine pot from the bottles aligned on a row next to the massage table, Askitea gave a helping hand from beside her.
“Poor little thing. You spread it on yourself all over without knowing it was poison. We’ll quickly neutralize it and apply autumn olive extract for you to get better skin,” Askitea murmured.
The two sisters worked together to pour the wine over Eutostea’s head. Eutostea was wide awake from the bolt out of the blue. As the aroma of wine rose, Eutostea grasped the situation, and then her anger also welled up like lava.
“You’re insane!!”
She left the tub naked with a splash and then ran after her sisters who poured wine over her. Askitea threw the pot and quickly escaped. Hersia pulled the bathrobe over her head and sneaked into the maids to hide.
After five minutes, both got caught by Eutostea’s hands. While the maid was cleaning up the tub, the two sisters explained why they poured wine over a sleeping person. Their excuse of ‘trying to neutralize poison,’ of course, didn’t work at all and just bewildered Eutostea even more.
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