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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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."

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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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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."

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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!"

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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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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.

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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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But as much as the scene before him stirred his desire, the desire for mischief was stronger. The tip of his phallus peeking out from his genital slit, Triton picked up his conch shell that controlled the waves, and blew so hard that the resulting tone was deafening as it travelled over land and sea. Hermes and Iris both jumped out of their skin at the loud noise, making Triton laugh at the successful prank.
"Good morning," he said, "You don't waste any time."

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Hermes was the first to recover from the startle.
"Triton! How nice of you to show up after all!"
"It's not that late," Triton protested.
"Late enough for our colleague to have a second breakfast." Iris smirked.
"And it was delicious!" Hermes exclaimed. He exchanged a glance with Iris. He was so horny, ending it now in favour of pleasant conversation seemed nigh impossible. And by the look of it, she felt the same way.
"Why don't you come join us?" She purred at Triton.

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"I have a different conch for you to blow."
Triton's green face darkened. How cute. As if he and his fishtailed offspring weren't known as the satyrs of the sea.
"No false modesty, dear colleague," she added, becking him closer. He approached her and Hermes, wriggling his tail over the pebbly shore instead of turning it into legs like she knew he could. The wet skin glistened in the morning light and she opened her legs to let him see the delicacy Hermes had feasted on.

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She felt his silvery eyes resting on her and she wondered how his webbed hands would feel on her skin when Hermes wrapped an arm around the merman. "Looks like you have awakened the kraken, Iris. I see a tentacle coming for you." Triton blushed a dark shade of green. "Shut up, Hermes," he said, covering his genital slit with his hand. Iris had never seen the phallus of a sea god before. Was it really a tentacle, as Hermes had joked?
"Don't be shy, Triton," Hermes said.

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"I'll take off my chiton if you take off your hand."
"All right." Triton nodded. "You go first."
Hermes opened the pins that held his clothes in place, exposing his toned body and his erection. Hermes lived up to his rustic roots, a generous length adorning him instead of the modest sizes of most Olympians. "Now it's your turn," Hermes reminded him. Triton removed his hand from his genital slit, revealing the tip of his phallus peeking out. When Hermes reached for it

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the flexible tip curled around his finger. Iris watched with wide eyes. What a fascinating skill. Hermes stroked the little tip and it grew longer and longer until it seemed to have fully emerged. But as curious as Iris was, she wanted to give in to the attraction that had been smouldering between her and Hermes for far too long.
"You seem familiar with it already," she said tentatively.
"Oh yes," Hermes replied cheerfully. "We masturbate each other all the time."

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