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You were starting to think Captain was personally cursed from birth at this point, because this journey has had too many bumps in the road for something occurring on sea.
The rest of the crew barely made it out of the encounter with Poseidon alive, and that may just end up not mattering at all because not only has this island’s sorceress turned them into pigs but Captain has gone in after them.
While you can admit leaving them behind would’ve been a tad cruel, it’s been a decade since you’ve ended up in a too-long war and been impossibly far from home, and you were starting to get frustrated by all the detours.
While Eurylochus may’ve decided to contemplate him and Captain’s dilemma over this, you’ve decided that this crew ought to start taking matters into their own hands, and were determined to be the first. The gods were… unpredictable creatures, and a part of you was hoping you’d be annoyed lest one does show up and make things worse, but no matter what, you doubted Odysseus could wit his way around Circe.
You’ve heard of this island and the nymphs that populate it, and were thus glad to have found a route to a fairly secluded area to call out to anyone, anyone, that’d help your situation.
You made your sacrifice, said your plea, and waited. At first, you worried that your call had been ignored.
But then you heard the laugh.
“Gods,” you mutter, preemptively exasperated.
“Just one at the moment, my darling.” When you turned around, albeit reluctantly, to face him you were greeted with a characteristic toothy grin. That is—when you looked up. The god wasn’t fond of the feeling of his feet on the ground, it seemed. “Now, what exactly does a pretty little thing like you require of me?”
You tried your best to brush off the compliment. Sure, it’s been a decade of war and then seafaring, and while the men in the crew may’ve been willing, they weren’t particularly inticing partners. The man—the god—that stood before you now, however…
You hoped the gods couldn’t read minds, and shakes that thought away. Mortal affairs didn’t always end well for the mortal, and there are much more pressing matters to attend to—the whole reason you tried to catch a god’s attention in the first place.
“Lord Hermes, I simply ask you extend a hand to my captain, Odysseus. You see-“
“Ahh, Odysseus,” he cut in and tutted, shaking his head with a flair of drama, “my lineage just can’t keep themselves out of trouble, can they?”
You held back a retort, you didn’t need to be sassing the god of mischief about his own domain any day of the week, especially not now.
“Well, I suppose not.” You cleared your throat, restarted your request, “we’ve have such trouble getting home, you see. And an encounter ended with us at this island, but our crew has just been so out of luck, and were transformed into pigs!”
You noted the quirk in his smile threatening a laugh, and tried not to take offense.
“Hm, sounds awfully familiar,” he laid back in the air as he scratched his chin thoughtfully, and you wondered both how often of an occurrence this was, and if Hermes did anything non-dramatically, “this, and just a guess, you understand, wouldn’t be Circe’s island, would it?”
“I’m afraid it is, my Lord. Even worse, Odysseus has taken it upon himself to go in after them and try to reason with her.” If you could see much of his face, you would’ve sworn you’d find an expression of sincerity. But also… knowing? “I humbly request you help him on his mission, in any way you can.”
“A tough situation Athena’s boy has found himself in, isn’t it?” You nodded, unsure if it was a rhetorical question with how he stared at you. “Last I checked, they ‘parted ways’,” he emphasized with air-quotes, “but it would still be quite a bit of trouble for her if her favorite little soldier ended up in the jaws of a beast like Circe, I presume.” He said with a drawl.
You found yourself getting suspicious at just how lazily he was taking this—what exactly did he know? Hermes uprighted himself from his reclined position, and the tension you felt within yourself from awaiting his decision was shaken out of balance when he suddenly reached out and grasped your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. His helmet obscured his eyes, but if you looked closely—which you were trying and failing not to—you swore you saw the faintest glow of blue.
“Take a moment to satisfy… my curiosity first, darling. What do you know of the gods?”
What was this, a trap? “They’re… I mean- you are… divine entities that rule over us humans?”
Hermes seemed to appreciate the answer. “Pretty thing with a pretty mind, eh? ‘Rule’ is definitely a nice word. Some may say dominate is more accurate…”
You were… thoroughly confused.
“I won’t punish you for being honest, you know,” he removed his hand from your chin, for which you were grateful considering this downright strange atmosphere and the effects it was having on you, before grazing the hand against your hair and landing it on your shoulder, “while some other gods may be reluctant to admit how we… thrust ourselves into mortals’ lives, as someone who’s role has me working quite closely with your sort, I’ll acknowledge how we tend to butt in.”
Hermes’ grin had transformed into something much more… sinister? Suggestive? Whatever it was, it got your heart pumping from either nervous confusion or anticipation. “You’re confused,” he noted, and you couldn’t do much else in response but nod, which only seemed to spur him on further.
Suddenly, you were starting to feel like prey.
“What I’m saying is: minor goddess or not, and resentful of us or not, Circe isn’t unique in her tricks. She seduced your crew mates, didn’t she?”
You sigh, your own exasperation at your crewmates at that fact evident, “yes.”
“But you made it out, clearly. How interesting…” Hermes took note of, tone evidently wondering—about what, you were scared to guess.
“No doubt, she’ll pull the same tricks on Odysseus when given the opportunity. Some mortals have the willpower to resist a proposition from the gods, but not all…” He explained, and you truly had no idea why he stared at you so hard for that.
“I’m feeling, how-you-say, benevolent. I’ll help your Captain. But,” the hand on your shoulder turned into a single finger to boop at your nose (you haven’t had many encounters with the gods, but this was certainly a strange one), “I’d like to have a little fun with you first. What do you say, hm?”
Your eyes widened, and you couldn’t help but feel conflicted.
Yes, your crew mates’ lives were currently at stake. And yes, your captain may be in the same boat soon enough. But if Hermes was truly going to fulfill your request, surely the god of trickery could figure out to time manage a little, ahem, “fun” before helping a man with a rescue mission. A god known for his speed could be fast, surely, and gods wasn’t that a thought-
You needed to focus. “On what condition?”
“No condition, my darling.” He grinned, and you had to admit, it sure was something for a god, let alone Hermes, to proposition you completely out of his own free will.
“And if I have my own conditions..?”
Hermes giggled, “I was wondering if you’d have the foresight to consider such a request. Brilliant mind you have, my dear ; I’ll allow it, what would you require?”
“No children, for one. And assurance that any other gods won’t hunt me down for this.“
“Won’t, not wouldn’t.” He noted, and you can’t help but fluster. Gods, you’re too eager for this. “I agree with all terms, if this means you’re following through?” You nod, “right then, how about we shake on it?”
You raised an eyebrow, but agreed. As soon as you outstretched your hand, you felt your whole body pulled forward and up into the air—you should’ve expected he’d be strong, he’s a god. The **two of you, chest-to-chest, hand-in-hand, and arm around your waist as if about to dance. You looked up into his eyes and felt rather than saw his gaze like a predator’s boring into yours.
“I can’t wait to pick apart that mind of yours. I can only imagine the thoughts going through your head…”
So he’s going to toy you with you? Great, no aforementioned “thoughts” about that. Not at all.
Hermes’ fingers tapped rhythmically at your waist as he spun the two of you around, swaying in some sort of strange dance.
“I’m going to push every.. little.. button of yours until you’re practically screaming…” He spun a little faster and then suddenly stopped, leaving you dizzy and disoriented, dipping you before settling you, and, surprisingly, himself, back on the ground.
“But first…” He started, stepping small steps backwards, “on your knees.”
So this is how he’s starting. Okay then.
You obliged obediently, sinking onto both knees before him. When you looked back up at him, you were immediately flustered by the sight of him completely bare.
He was gorgeous—unsurprising for a god. Lean muscle padded by a subtle softness, decorated with hair on his chest, and a trail leading down to…
Out of pure instinct, you looked away. Clearly, however, Hermes was in no mood for shyness as his hand immediately grabbed at the back of your hair, forcing—though not unhappily, on your part—you to get an eyeful.
And, gods, wasn’t there a lot to see.
“Open up~”
His cock was heavy on your tongue, and your mind blurred as he thrust himself further and further into your mouth—and you appreciated the slowness with which he did it—until he was fully inside.
“Well,” his hand released its grip and caressed your hair again, before settling possessively on the back of your neck. “Get to it.”
You breathed, his musky scent clouding your senses as you let your eyes fall shut and focus on the task at hand. You weren’t entirely experienced, by any means, but reading can get one pretty far. You poked through the mental fog and remembered enough to know to relax your throat and breathe through your nose.
He was deep into your throat, but such a position didn’t allow much. You relished in the feeling of his cock dragging against your tongue—releasing a throaty sigh from the god, and you could already tell you’ll enjoy this—as you pulled back just enough to wrap a hand around the base and begin a rhythm you’ll have to match with your mouth.
Hermes clearly appreciated your efforts so far, cock twitching impatiently in your mouth, hand tense on the back of your neck. He hummed, a gravely sound that implored, or ordered, you to do more.
The rhythm was slow at first. Small bobbing of your head in tandem with the slide of your hand that was just enough to pull soft groans of “Good, very good…” from his lips.
It encouraged whatever eager little spirit had possessed you, and you grew bolder in your actions. Your tempo rose quicker and quicker. When your desire to taste took over you pulled back a swirled your tongue around the tip, pleasantly surprising him enough to earn yourself a sharp tug at your hair and a guttural groan that sent a shiver down your spine and a sudden awareness of the need between your legs.
“My… it’s like you were made for this…” The bobbing of your head looked almost like nodding, and your eyes squinted open at the sound of him chuckling, “isn’t that a thought, hm? You’d be a lovely thing to keep around, so perfect for me.”
It was your turn to moan at that, your work turning sloppy to relish in the reward of his fingers scratching the back of your hair, too dazed to notice his amusement. “Absolutely adorable.”
“Messy, though…” he muttered, wiping a bit of drool escaping your open mouth. You couldn’t help but lean into the touch, his hand on your cheek, thumb against the edge of your lips. Too far gone, one would say.
“You’re enjoying this much more than I’d expected… It’s been so long hasn’t it?” A pause for no response. “Tragic, really. Don’t worry, darling, I’ll be sure to indulge the both of us. You’ve got just a little more…”
Your heart jumped a bit in excitement at that, the thought of his cum painting the inside of your throat… perhaps even your other insides—you made him promise no children, but gods if you were desperate enough-
You needed to calm down.
Hermes was almost guiding your head at this point, fucking into your warm mouth with soft grunts as the hand with a grip on your hair directed you towards him in perfect timing. Your jaw was starting to ache and you could barely notice it with your thoughts suddenly one-track-minded. You were spurred on by each of the many little noises he made, alternating torturously between sucking and lapping at his length, getting faster with every sing-songy warning of “Close” until he was spilling down your throat. Your face laid still against him, nose squished by his skin, as you dutifully tasted and swallowed every drop you could.
He pulled out gently, wiping away any remnants that didn’t make it past your lips. Though, he still held your chin to keep your mouth closed, instructing you to “swallow, good.”
You were… so, so needy. If he didn’t touch you properly you were going to disintegrate.
Thankfully, that’s not in the cards, as Hermes decides the next order of business is to lift you up from your knees and sneak a hand under your clothes.
“My, you’re drenched—how terrible of me to deprive you for so long, poor thing.”
His finger slid across your slit then circled around your clit and you shook, burying your face in his shoulder, his shaggy hair tickling your forehead as you did.
But Hermes tutted. “Let me see you, darling, c’mon.” He began rubbing strong circles around your clit and you couldn’t stop squirming and whimpering for a second, somehow overstimulated despite not having been touched properly oncethus far. “You look so pretty falling apart for me. You’re probably so high-strung you’d cum in an instant if I pushed hard enough, wouldn’t you?”
“Hermes… please…”
“Can barely even speak, are you that fucked out?” He pushed 2 fingers into your hole, met with no resistance, and you screamed, arching against him. “What a sight…”
“Entertain me, if you will. Do you want me to make you cum like this,” you almost yelled out an affirmative, but he must’ve anticipated that and let you cut yourself off by curling his fingers inside of you, “or would you prefer my cock?”
You blinked, trying hard to form enough coherent thoughts to make that choice.
“I- I need…”
“Mhm?”
“Your cock, please…”
He smiled before removing his hands and picking you up, dizzying you as he held you in a princess carry.
“How high have you been?”
He didn’t let you answer that question, and you felt yourself soaring upwards until the two of you were above the tops of the trees, somehow without hitting any branches along the way. Huh.
“I think we’ve hit a record for you!” He beamed, though it was hard to tell considering he was already smiling. “Hold on, now, wrap yourself around me.”
You obeyed; he slowly let go of his hold on your legs and you wrapped them around his hips. Combined with your arms wrapped around his neck, you were eye-to-eye, noses practically colliding.
“Why, hello there.” Fingers sneaked back under your clothes and spread you apart. “I wonder something, just how loud can you get?”
With no other warning, he thrusted himself inside.
You yelped, suddenly overwhelmed with your nerves, already alight, frayed by the feeling of him slowly but surely filling you.
You both moaned in unison when he bottomed out. Only really getting started, and you already felt ruined. He stroked your jaw, “oh, if you could see yourself now…”
You felt drunk, and it felt like taking another joyous swig when he started moving inside of you. Over sensitive, every increasingly rhythmic plunge had you chirping in tandem with each one. He seemed to be chasing your sounds.
“Just like that…” Hermes praised, as if he wasn’t the one with all the control in the situation.
There was no way you’d last, at this rate. If the way his cock twitched inside of you, each jolt not helping your whimpering, was anything to by, neither would he.
You tried to meet his thrusts as best as you could given the position, a mix of desperation for the afterglow and a need for more dictating your actions.
“Come on…” Hermes urged, breathing tickling your ear and setting your nerves alight even further. “Be a good little thing for me and cum.”
You didn’t need any more pushing, your vision going blank as your pleasure overtook you.
Moments later—at least, it felt like mere moments—you were dressed, clean, and standing, albeit weakly, in Hermes’ arms.
“Don’t worry if you feel a tad frazzled, darling.” He assured, patting you down in what seemed like an attempt at comfort, but with your state just felt confusing, “This whole affair was quite a bit faster than it may’ve felt.”
“Really?” You said hoarsely, not particularly caring for an answer as you tried to get your bearings. You took a step and Hermes stopped you with a hand.
“Rest, darling,” he gestured out to the woods you’ve been in. “I’d hate for you to exert yourself after all this, so relax. And, worry not about your crewmen, I’ll make sure your captain gets a fighting chance.”
You took the advice to heart, reclined against a tree among the soft grass. “Thank you, my Lord.”
He giggled, you were only a little concerned that it didn’t feel as ear-piercing for you as before, “Don’t thank me, love, this was quite selfish on my part. Now, bye-bye!”
He flew off, and you closed your eyes.
Bonus:
“Captain, if I may ask, how did you manage to convince Circe?” One of the crewmates asked.
Odysseus gave a small smile, “divine intervention.”
You think you did a fine job at ignoring the comment.
Bonus bonus:
“Hermes, what’s got such a spring in your step?”
“Oh nothing, just some mortal affairs.”