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The satyr sack went flying through the air. With a chorus of happy barks, Cerberus bounded after it, leaving the door to the Temple of Styx unguarded. Zagreus fondly watched his beloved dog run down the corridor past Charon’s shop, eventually turning a corner and out of sight. Rolling his shoulders back, he pressed against the doors, fully prepared to face his father once more.
His feet sizzled on the freshly fallen snow as he stepped out of the temple. Zagreus was temporarily blinded by the sun yet he continued forward into the arena he had come to know so well over his many escape attempts. When his eyes finally adjusted, however, the expected red cape-clad figure was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a leopard skin wrap was wafting in the cold breeze and the scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air.
“Lord...Dionysus? What are you doing here?”
Dionysus dramatically spun around, the contents of a large flask of wine in his hand sloshing loudly. “Hey there, Zag man, thought I’d mix things up a little and got dear old Uncle Hades to agree. He said something about how he would rather spend his time doing parchment work which is a real drag but hey whatever works for him, you know what I mean?”
“Er, not really, no. I’m a bit stuck on the you ‘convinced my father to not battle me to the death’ part.” Zagreus casually stuck Stygius into a snowbank and walked over to Dionysus unarmed, the snow melting into puddles and quickly transitioning to steam with each step. “Can’t believe you actually managed to do that.”
“I have my ways, Zag, I have my ways! Now, seeing as I’m not here to fight you, I thought we could get to know one another a little better,” Dionysus said as he snapped his fingers, goblets appearing out of the ether. He poured a healthy amount into each goblet, relaxing back against one of the nearby boulders and gesturing for Zagreus to come closer. “Don’t be shy there, Zag, I’m just here for the company, I swear.”
Zagreus shrugged and accepted the proffered goblet, the Olympian size of it dwarfing Zagreus’ frame. Crossing his legs, he sat across from Dionysus, unsure how best to drink the wine without spilling it all over himself. The very air was dense, the alcohol entering Zagreus’ lungs with every breath and leaving him dizzy. He tilted the goblet back a bit, the sloshing liquid dripping over the edges as he tried to take a gulp.
Dionysus wasn’t the god of grapes and wine for nothing. The wine instantly rushed to Zagreus’ head, his mind swirling in a purple fog. He felt his gaze drifting down from Dionysus’ laughing eyes to his dark sculpted chest. Vaguely he registered that Dionysus was talking to him, but the words sounded too far away to clearly register. His thoughts were too loud and were distracting him, and it was only a matter of time before-
“What exactly happens at one of your feasts?” Zagreus blurted out, rudely interrupting whatever story Dionysus had been telling him. He could feel his face burn with both embarrassment and booze. This stuff was far different than anything else he had tried, hitting almost like ambrosia but with a less personalized taste twist. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught Dionysus eying him curiously, a smirk twitching on his lips.
“Well, that depends on what kinds of things you are expecting to have happen,” Dionysus replied, voice unnaturally slow. He sounded a bit like a large cat on the prowl. “We have our food, something from every corner of Greece.”
Zagreus felt the goblet lift, and he eagerly allowed his mouth to fill with more wine, eyes slipping closed. He could feel the liquid splash on his cheeks and chiton. A large hand roughly wiped the wine from his cheek, the touch enticing and full of promise.
"We have unlimited wine, much like the stuff you're drinking right now. Go on then, Zag, bottoms up." Dionysus forced the goblet up higher, the wine crashing like waves on Zagreus' face, drenching his clothes.
He did his best to drink as much as he could, but he inhaled some of the liquid and sputtered, pulling back to cough. The snow was stained wine-red under Zagreus, his hands falling into pools of it when he doubled over to get the offending matter out of his lungs. His head was foggy and his body felt indescribably heavy, too exhausted to protest when Dionysus carefully lifted him up.
"Now, now, Zag, spilling the wine is a party foul, really brings the whole mood down." Dionysus set Zagreus down on the boulder he was resting on. "Do you know what happens when you party foul?"
Zagreus shook his head. It felt like it was full of marbles, turning too slowly then rushing to catch up with the movement.
"Host's choice, man. That means I get to decide how to deal with the offender." Dionysus leaned over, his long purple tresses tickling Zagreus' arms. "I bet you were asking about the most fun part of the feast, am I right, or am I right?"
"I can't say I'm disinterested in that part of things, no," Zagreus murmured, painfully aware of how close Dionysus was. The air was impossibly dense around the god. "It's not something that usually happens around here."
"So, Zag man, how about I make your punishment for spilling the wine a little sample of the feasts on Olympus that I'm so renowned for?"
Zagreus' defenses were down. Under normal circumstances, he might have protested a bit more before agreeing to Dionysus' terms. But as it stood, he was on the surface, he didn't have to fight, and the offer was right in front of him. Knowing he would be a fool to refuse, Zagreus nodded his agreement. The simple act was enough to send heat surging through his body and he could feel his cock getting hard in anticipation.
Dionysus beamed. "There's the spirit, proper sportsmanlike, man."
His wine-soaked chiton was already drooping off his shoulder, and Dionysus' pull merely finished the task. Zagreus could barely feel the winter air on his chest, he was so warm all over. Dionysus tilted his head and flicked out his tongue, sweeping a smooth, tingling line over Zagreus' nipples. He moaned at the contact, popping his chest forward for more.
"Now there, Zag, I don't know if you know this but I can change my form at will. Makes for a fantastic party trick, yeah?" With a pop, Dionysus made himself a little bit smaller, but his form remained towering over Zagreus. "This will make things a little more manageable and entertaining for the two of us, am I right? Nevermind, I can tell you're into this, so let's lose those leggings, man."
Zagreus only then registered the prominent tent at the front of his leggings, his arousal straining against the fabric. Dionysus easily ripped the leggings off Zagreus' body, leaving him utterly exposed on the boulder. His tongue darted out again, licking Zagreus from stomach to shoulder, cleaning the sticky wine residue. He smacked his lips, eyes darkening.
"This stuff tastes amazing on you, Zag man," Dionysus said, voice husky. He reached for the flask and poured more over Zagreus, the red liquid cascading over Zagreus' muscles and dripping down the boulder in rivulets. Another lick, this time lower, and then without warning Dionysus took Zagreus' cock in his mouth.
"L-Lord...Dionysus," Zagreus stuttered in surprise. Dionysus' mouth was hot, and he ran his tongue from base to tip with each bob of his head. Whenever he would flick his tongue over Zagreus' glans, the smaller god would keen, biting his hand in an attempt to ground himself. He could feel himself getting harder and harder, a volcano of fire gathered low in his belly. And then Dionysus hollowed his cheeks and sucked, the stimulation too much for Zagreus. A loud cry was the only sign he was coming, the volcano erupting and shooting his spend down the larger god's throat. Dionysus kept sucking and sucking until Zagreus was dry but still aching for more.
"Wine and seed, an intoxicating combination, wouldn't you agree, man?" Dionysus had removed his mouth after a final, languid lick, swiping a thumb over the corner of his mouth for a bit that had spilled out. "Give it a try, won't you?"
He held out his thumb and Zagreus lapped at his own spend, happily savoring the musky mixed with fermented grapes. It was indeed an ethereal taste. Zagreus kept lapping at the thumb long past when he had cleaned it of cum, moaning and rutting against the air for more, his cock once again hard and throbbing.
"That's the spirit, that's the spirit! All ready and raring to go again, man? I got just the thing." Dionysus removed his own chiton, his dark skin a stark contrast to the snow billowing around them. Zagreus raked his eyes hungrily down Dionysus' form, taking in his sculpted chest and toned abs before settling even lower.
"Oh," Zagreus breathed, understanding now why Dionysus had mentioned his shape-shifting abilities.
Dionysus had altered his genitalia to a vagina and clit, and he was so wet it was dripping down his legs. The larger god snapped his fingers and a large marble phallus appeared, floating lazily over his palm. “One of my inventions. It’ll help really give you that feast experience, Zag man.”
Zagreus could only stare mutely as Dionysus flipped him over, the boulder scraping his chest. The sounds of the flask uncapping barely registered in Zagreus’ mind, but the cool sensation of wine being poured over his back and ass soon jolted him back to reality. Dionysus grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks, ensuring that Zagreus felt every drop cascade over his entrance.
There was a painful squeeze and then Dionysus dove in, licking Zagreus’ entrance and getting every bit of wine possible. Zagreus whined and arched his back, bucking back as Dionysus slipped his tongue in, the firm muscle working him open. There was nothing to hold on to for grounding as Dionysus tongue-fucked Zagreus, occasionally pausing to pour more wine. His grip on Zagreus’ hips was tight enough to bruise, the boulder scratching his legs as he was roughly and repeatedly pulled back on Dionysus’ tongue.
After a particularly long swipe of his tongue, Dionysus stepped back to survey his work. Zagreus whined at the sudden emptiness, the mess of a prince pliant and needy against the boulder. A large hand lifted him up from the stomach, and he felt yet more wine poured over his entrance followed quickly by the cool sensation of marble pushing against his rim. The burning stretch as the phallus was inserted was exactly what he had been looking for as it filled him. He moaned wantonly, the slick sounds of the dildo pumping in and out music to his ears.
Dionysus turned Zagreus over in his hand and examined him closely with dark eyes that betrayed a certain clarity and planning in his ministrations. He sat down on the snow-covered grass and spread his legs, placing Zagreus between them. Zagreus needed no additional instruction as he immediately pounced on Dionysus, his throbbing cock sliding between Dionysus’ folds easily.
The muscles clenched Zagreus’ length as he furiously pulsed his hips into the large god, all the while Dionysus worked the dildo in Zagreus. The sounds of skin on skin and skin on marble echoed throughout the glen, Zagreus’ moans increasing in pitch as he rutted against the god like a dog in heat. Zagreus pounded relentlessly into Dionysus until he abruptly came, unsure of when the tension had even started to coil before it rapidly let loose. He collapsed on the torso of the god, legs quaking from his latest orgasm and the dildo still moving in his entrance.
“A bit too quick there, Zag man, a bit too quick. Looks like I should be the one taking charge.”
Dionysus pulled Zagreus out of him, unleashing a small wave of cum down his leg. He unceremoniously flung the smaller god face-first onto the boulder. There was another pop, and Zagreus knew without looking that Dionysus had changed something else about his physique. A wet squelching sound rang in his ears as the dildo was removed, but before Zagreus could even register the emptiness, something even larger pressed against his hole, making him push back instinctively to meet it.
With steady pressure, Dionysus pushed past Zagreus' rim. Zagreus moaned, the stretch burning as it tried to accommodate Dionysus' girth. Every inch drove Zagreus insane, his cock hard again and leaking precum out the tip. He moaned and cried as more and more was pushed in, the god’s cock brushing frequently against his prostate. When the bigger god finally bottomed out, Zagreus was drooling in ecstasy.
Dionysus wrapped an arm around Zagreus' torso and lifted him off the boulder, sinking him deeper on the massive cock. Looking down, he could see the bulge in his stomach from his insides being pushed aside to accommodate. The god of wine pulled as far out as he could in this position before snapping his hips back, making Zagreus come instantly from the large cock slamming against that sensitive bundle of nerves. The smaller god blacked out momentarily from the force of his orgasm, his whole body relaxing as it exerted all its remaining energy to painting the boulder with stripes of his spend.
"You really need to work on your stamina there, Zag," Dionysus chided. He continued to slam into Zagreus, who, limp and exhausted, could only moan with each thrust.
The pace was brutal, even by Zagreus' standards. Dionysus used his hole to chase his own pleasure, the overstimulation making Zagreus whine as a mix of cum and precum pitifully dribbled from his cock as it started to grow hard again. The thrusts made his legs jump like a doll's, his cock slapping against his stomach as he was mercilessly fucked. Somewhere far away from all this, he heard something pop.
"So tight, Zag, you feel absolutely amazing, absolutely amazing, I must say. We should do this again sometime."
There were black dots smattering Zagreus' vision and he was starting to get cold. Really cold. He wanted to will the Styx away but it was already there, lapping at his dangling toes.
Another snap of the hips, and Zagreus felt an orgasm crash through him again, his vision gone completely black as he felt Dionysus’ hips stutter and pump him full of his seed. The smell of sex and wine filled his nostrils as the hands of the Styx wrapped around his legs and pulled him down.
"Well, good seeing you there, Zag man, and do give my regards to dear Lord Hades."
***
Zagreus emerged from the pool, sputtering as he tried to regain his bearings and fill his lungs with air. He splashed about until his feet found the stairs, making him fall forward, one elbow painfully hitting the edge of the stair when his hand slipped.
His chiton hadn't come back with him, he realized as he tried to walk out of the pool. He was otherwise unscathed, just completely bare. The table of towels he commissioned was just out of reach, if he could only just…
A voice rang out, making Zagreus slip on the stairs again, knocking over the table of towels. "Says here you died by Dionysus-"
"Hypnos!"