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The added mess between us could be washed away soon enough. For now, I held Apollo’s hips, held him atop me, and enjoyed still being sheathed in his warmth.
“Thank you,” he said again, “for being patient with me through our courtship.”
“This is not the end of our courtship,” I countered, gazing at how Helios was somehow perfectly framed behind Apollo’s head, “but simply one part of many. I want to continue discovering everything about you. To spend days and nights in your company. To learn, truly learn, the tenet of my patron goddess that I hold most dearly.
“Do you wish the same with me?”
Never in my life up to this point could I have imagined that a god, my god, the one I had longed for in frivolous fantasies, would look at me as if I was the one guiding part of the cosmos across the sky. “Yes,” Apollo said and kissed me fiercely.
Even in that perfect embrace, this perfect moment with the only partner I ever wanted to know again, a third party entered my mind, just long enough for me to send a silent prayer of thanks to my other patron god.
Thank you, Aikos.
My cock, which had begun to dwindle, sprang to life again inside Apollo, and his upon my stomach gave a telling twitch too. It seemed the god of multiple orgasms was feeling generous.
I bucked up inside Apollo, and he gasped from our kiss. We were a mess, and I was fucking into a squelch of release I had already given him. But to spill inside Apollo again while my first—well, second—spillage was still cooling within him, was a gift worthy of offering another prayer.
Showoff, I thought.
I would swear I heard Aikos laugh in response.
Epilogue
APOLLO
As more days passed with Dax on Olympus, and our courtship having ascended to an intimacy that demanded encores daily, Dax became like a different man in the company of my fellows. No longer did he stare in awe at any of the twelve true Olympians or my other powerful contemporaries. He’d smile and briefly bow his head before continuing on his way like he belonged, for belong he did—even in the salon of the gods with our many revelers making merry around us.
I had gone to fetch us some wine, leaving Dax and Aikos to lounge upon my platform. My mortal worshipers were absent, having gone too long neglected. However much they were my favorites for their talents in my domains, none held my heart like Dax, and so they had sought revelry elsewhere or returned to the earth.
My mother, Leto, was chatting with Dax now. Just in passing, but she liked him very much. He had won her over easier than Artemis. Once seeing Mother’s approval had been given, Artemis began to show more liking of Dax too. She had even taken to trying to teach Dax to be better with a bow.
She had her work cut out for her there, but he was improving.
Dax was still quite terrified any time my father approached him, which I tended to help him avoid. Zeus did have a reputation for defiling anything beautiful he happened upon, but he would have to content himself with Aikos.
And Ganymede.
And my mother.
And Hera.
And all his other lovers he had once again regained the virility to bed.
But Dax was mine. Mine, and I wanted our bliss to last forever. Gods can indeed feel dread and nervousness when the stakes are high and the outcome uncertain. I was still working up the courage to ask if Dax wanted forever too, for it was a commitment far greater than courtship.
I did not know how Aikos contended with all of us and won, but Olympus was a better place now because of him, with the surliest or more mournful of my kin in better spirits than perhaps ever before. I couldn’t help but pause my steps in my return to my dais to look around at the others.
Hephaestus and Poseidon, both happier with their wives. Hades and Persephone, as happy as ever with each other and occasionally adding a third to their bed. Zeus more or less behaving himself. Ares no longer hiding that he very much enjoyed having his young warrior bedmate to dominate him. Even Dionysus allowing himself to revel as much as providing revelry to others.
Eros was the one who made me pause in my perusal, for he was not alone with fawning mortals, but sat upon his dais with Zephyrus.
A vision struck me of the pair in Eros’s chambers, on his bed, slowly disrobing each other with Zephyrus touching the rarely seen burn scar on Eros’s side where Psyche had spilled oil after seeing his face. Then Eros just as tenderly touched the scar I had left near Zephyrus’s temple.
I returned to the present, unsure if what I had seen had already happened or would happen tonight. Either way, I was… happy for them. Some of us bore scars from what others had done to us, some from what we did to ourselves. Scars fade even if not gone forever, even if not gifted away by a capable god, and wounds heal. Hearts mend too. They do. They do, for mine finally had as well.
Just like Aikos had mended us all.
But one was missing, I realized. Where was he? Where was—
