Greek Myths Eros Novels & Stories

He slides his massive cock, still slick with my spit, deep between my legs. It rips into me. Pleasure and pain war in my mind. My back arches, but he's there, big and strong Eros, kissing my neck and talking in Greek, and I have no freaking clue what he's saying but I don't care. I'm a puddle of drooling bliss and I keep cursing and saying his name as he fucks me, nice and slow at first. But a man like Eros, he won't be gentle forever.

The horses are Aithon (Red Fire), Konabos (Chaos), Phgios (Fire) and Fobos (Fear). 3. Ares and Aphrodite. The next fact of Ares is his love story with Aphrodite. Yet at that time, Aphrodite already had a husband, Hephaistos. Once upon a time, the sun god Helios saw Ares and Aphrodite making love in Hephaistos' room. Knowing this, Hefaistos also made a trap in the form of an invisible net that was installed on his bed. The next time Ares made love to Aphrodite, they were instantly trapped and unable to move. Hephaistos then invited all the gods to see what his wife and Ares had done. Ares and Aphrodite became the laughing stock of the gods.

Matt bluntly asked Nisha. “It’s quite the tragic story.” Nisha glanced over at the fur ball with a sad look on her face. “Long, long ago, there was a man called Icarius. He was traveling when he met some shepherds and gave them wine. He did it out of the kindness of his heart. However, the shepherds became drunk and thought Icarius had poisoned them, so they killed him. Icarius had a daughter named Erigone, and she was worried when her father didn’t return and set off with their dog Maera to find him. Maera led Erigone to Icarius’ grave. Erigone became so overwhelmed with grief that she hung herself, and Maera leaped off a cliff. Icarius, Erigone, and Maera are in the sky as the constellatio

“Let them hear it. Let them know who you belong to.” Aria’s hips rocked into her palm, breath shattering against Selene’s mouth, and Selene kissed her again — slow, deep, a promise carved in heat and frost. Selene pulled her closer. “Sleep again. Dream again. I’ll be here when you wake.” And Aria did. Still unsure. Still burning. But deeper into the dream, the goddess’s voice echoed again. “Call me Eris, my love.”

“What do you mean that his name would have been a huge giveaway?” Ryker let go of my hand as he opened the door and held it for me. I got inside and looked up at him, waiting for his answer to my question. “In Greek mythology, Erebus or Erebos is the personification of darkness and one of the primordial deities. The pack was led by a dickhead who wants every member of his pack named after Greek gods or goddesses or at least have their name mean something in Greek.” Ryker rolled his eyes, clearly finding this to be ridiculous. “Other than that he also has every member of his pack whose surname does not start with the letter A change their surnames. And just now you told me that your friend’s

Claire also looked at him with a seductive gaze, full of passion. "Shit!" cursed Leon. He finally remembered something in the legend of Greek mythology. "Why?" asked Claire. "I forgot something important," said Leon. "What?" asked Claire as she walked over gracefully. Showing her long and smooth legs. “Ares and Aphrodite are the most legendary couple. Aphrodite had affairs with many men, including her adopted son Adonis. But Ares, is her favorite," said Leon. By the time he finished his sentence, Claire was right in front of him, they were only a few centimeters away. Her soft hand gently touched Leon's cheek.

I settle in with Katie while Diane takes Maya. “Interesting stuff.” She raises her eyebrows. “I’ll send you the full report to your email, but the important parts are that while we all think of her as the Goddess of Love, she is, more specifically, the Goddess of Physical Love. So, that makes her important to the physical part of our relationships, which we all know is important, but it is just a piece of the equation. Aside from Aphrodite, there are seven deities responsible for what we think of as love. They are called Erotes. We know them as cherubs. Think about images of cute little fat baby angels.”

Holding a flagon of wine in his hand, the dragon king, Eros, absentmindedly sauntered into Thorn’s palace. He rarely visited, and didn’t dare come without an invitation. From the bottom of his heart, he knew that he owed Thorn a lot, and his birth mother, Tora, the love of his life. Eros never forgave himself for what he did to her.

:Fuck you,: I teased with a smile. He finally stopped in front of a shelf. The label on the side read, “The Gods and Goddesses of The Shrouded Realm.” He looked carefully at the end of each scroll, examining the gold tags that were hanging off of each, until he found what he was looking for. He removed the scroll and unrolled it gently, holding it out so I could read over his shoulder. ‘Eris is the goddess of discord and strife. Eris’ powers lie within her ability to cause rivalry among groups of individuals and induce all forms of chaos and hatred. She thrives on these, as each feeds her power as the discord grows.

Maura’s jaw dropped and the boys’ eyes widened with shock. "What?!" exclaimed Noah in disbelief. "You’re lying. You’re just saying that to protect that pretentious Cass," he added. "How dare you?" scowled Cass lunging at Noah. Maura embraced the enraged Cass trying to hold her back and pacify her. "Her words hold no lie. She is Eris: the goddess of discord, bringer of strife, and queen of Asphodel," convinced Lethe. "And who the hell are you?" Noah asked in hostility.