For #PrideMonth, I'm writing a little bit of story every day and you get to determine what happens next. All posts will be tagged #PrideMonthSpecial. Popular vote decided it's gonna be #Bisexual ✨ erotica ❤️ 💜 💙
Hermes yawned and swung out of bed to put on his winged sandals. Helios had only just left the gates of heaven to bring light to the world. Hermes rubbed the sleep from his eyes, took his bag and herald's staff and left his chamber in his father's house to take to the air.
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Who is Hermes on his way to visit?
He ran through the air, over dark earth and barren sea, until he reached the small island where he was meeting with his fellow messengers Iris and Triton. Iris had been delivering the messages of Zeus before he was born. Now she stood in the service of Hera. Triton, Poseidon's son, was the messenger of the sea and controlled the waves with his conch shell. Probably the reason why the sea was so calm today. As Hermes descended, he spotted Iris in her rainbow cloak.
2/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
What should the relationship between Iris and Hermes be like?
It looked breath-taking as always, changing colour with every movement she made. He had always admired her, the eloquence of her words and the large, shimmering wings that took her from the peak of Olympos to the far ends of the earth and even to the running waters of Styx. He needed his sandals to fly but she had wings, like Eros and his brothers. As he landed beside her, she greeted him with a smile. Hermes longed to trace his fingers over her lips, to make her blush.
3/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
Who makes the first move?
"Greetings, Iris!" Hermes returned her smile. "Triton is fashionably late as always, huh?"
Iris shrugged. "I was here before you arrived as well."
Hermes sat down beside her, his fingers playing with her gorgeous rainbow cloak.
"Surely because your wings carry you much faster than I can run. I didn't sleep in, I left with Eos."
It was bending of the truth rather than an actual lie. Helios left shortly after Eos and he had left shortly after Helios.
"Slow poke," she said.
4/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
Should Triton arrive before, after, or during a passionate moment between Hermes and Iris?
"Who are you calling slow?" Hermes replied with mock outrage. "Just because I don't have wings on my back." He reached out to pick up an iridescent feather that had floated to the ground. "They are truly stunning, you know?"
"A thief like you would be drawn to shiny things," she teased.
"Don't worry. They're attached too tightly for me to steal," he jokes back. Iris laughs.
"Lucky me. They'd look good on you."
"Thanks. But they're much too flashy for a thief." He winked.
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"Stealth would indeed be a thing of the past," Iris grinned, spreading her wings in full. Hermes was speechless for a moment, watching in awe as the crisp morning light made her feathers shimmer and dazzle.
"May... may I touch them?" he asked. "Your wings. May I touch them?"
Iris' breath caught in her throat. She nodded.
"Yes. Go ahead."
Hermes jumped up into the air and hovered behind her, his nimble fingers exploring the soft feathers and strong muscles of her wings.
6/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
What does Iris enjoy the most?
The strength he had in his legs, she must have in her wings. As he caressed her, a sudden boldness overcame him and he lowered his head to kiss her neck. Iris startled but she didn't pull away. Hermes let his hands wander to her shoulders and then down her front to slip under her peplos dress, the soft skin a joy to his fingertips.
"What is this, Hermes? Triton might arrive any moment."
"Nonsense," Hermes replied, his breath warm against her neck, "He's never on time."
7/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
What shoould Hermes do next?
"Still. Keep it tame, will you?"
Hermes sighed.
"As you wish. But there is so much I could do for you..." His hands slid back up, massaging her wings and the strong muscles that supported them. He carefully stroked and smoothed her shimmering feathers and kneaded the flesh beneath from the base all the way to the tips. He didn't have wings himself but he was no stranger to the task of tending to them, his own sandals needing care ever so often for their swift wings.
8/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
Should Iris get active as well?
"Oh yes, like that!" Iris moaned.
Hermes continued his caress of her wings, drawing noises of pleasure from her that spurred him on like nothing else. He longed for her to touch him too but even if she didn't, giving joy was its own reward and he could masturbate to it later. As he massaged her shoulders, his gaze fell on her bum, the fabric of her peplos dress falling enticingly over its curve. He felt a sudden fit of mischief and glided his hands down her back.
9/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
Does Hermes...
Not to be too obvious, he gave her a proper back rub, one that slowly travelled downward until his hands sat right above her arse. And then, he kept going. The touch of her full, delicious buttocks through the fine, almost see-through fabric, gave him a hard-on like a shoot of asparagus rising towards the sky. She did not protest, so Hermes continued his massage of her ample buttocks without missing a beat. He loved grabbing the soft flesh and really dig his fingers in.
10/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
Is this the moment Triton shows up?
If this was tame enough for her, he would certainly not challenge that perception. As he kneaded her arse, he pressed a soft kiss to her neck, awkwardly tilting his loins away not to poke her with his hardness.
"Sneaky god. Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Trying? I thought I WAS seducing you," Hermes teased, nuzzling her neck.
"You always were a cocky one," Iris commented, but she didn't push him away or asked him to stop. Hermes nibbled on the delicate skin of her neck.
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How do we up the passion?
His kisses grew more urgent, his caress bolder, until suddenly, Iris turned around and caught his lips, drawing him into a passionate kiss. Hermes slid one hand beneath the skirt of her dress to touch her naked bum. His voice was breathless from their kiss when he said: "Your lips are as soft as your tongue is sharp, my dear Iris." She gave him a smirk. "And your tongue is certainly not made of silver, my dear colleague. Much too warm and flexible."
12/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
What else do they do with their tongues?
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"The silver," Hermes replied, "is in the words I speak, my dear radiant goddess."
"So it seems," Iris agreed, "Sometimes silver and sometimes hot air."
"I will show you what hot air is good for," Hermes said with a glint in his eye, his kisses moving down her neck to her cleavage, kissing each breast through the fine fabric before lifting her skirt and blowing his warm breath against her womanhood. Iris couldn't help but giggle.
"You are such a jester, Hermes!"
13/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
Does Hermes give good oral?
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"But I do not jest, Lady of the Rainbow, when I say what a marvellous treasure of femininity you hide beneath those skirts."
"Does it please you, you cheeky god?" Iris laughed.
"Please me? So much more than that, my beautiful Iris. I want to worship at the altar of your womanhood, taste the divine dew that springs from between these shimmering legs."
Iris opened her thighs slightly.
"Then use your tongue and give me silver and gold."
Hermes didn't have to be told twice.
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Is THIS the moment Triton shows up?
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Hermes' mouth closed around Iris' smooth folds, his tongue travelling though the slit, drawing a gasp from her. He tasted her juices, the tip of his tongue diving deeply into her passage to savour her ambrosial aroma.
Triton broke through the surface, looking for his colleagues on the beach. The rays of Helios were not as bright in the ocean as they were for the gods on Olympos and he was rarely woken by them. However, the sight before him jolted him awake immediately.
15/30 #PrideMonthSpecial
Since Triton is a deity with a fishtail, what kind of equipment does he have?
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Hermes was on his knees, looking as if he was devouring a sea urchin. Iris leaned back, a blissful expression on her face as she made the most delightful bird-like sounds. Triton swam closer, eager to see more and hear more. He let the waves wash him up in the surf behind Hermes but neither of them took note of him. Hermes had his back towards him and Iris had her eyes closed in pleasure. Watching so close, Triton could feel his phallus uncoil from his growing arousal.
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What should Triton do next?
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@AimeeMaroux I am sure tucks away tidily.
He might also expect a female you to lay eggs he could fertilise, which might be a bit offputting.
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