Pantheon (scifi)
by J_Alexander
Continued from Ulysses
“How does one conquer the world, exactly?” Ares wondered aloud. The half-man, half-nanite god of war, once known as Derek, stood facing out the windows of the observation deck. The other four new gods were with him, all of them in their preferred state of nudity.
“Do we really have to conquer it?” Apollo asked. The youngest of them all, he often appeared the most innocent. But he had a kinky streak…
“I don’t know, I just have this urge, you know, to dominate…men.” Ares replied sheepishly.
“It’s the nanites.” Poseidon spoke up. “They’re still changing us in ways we don’t yet fully know. Our wants and needs are different now.”
“I want some cum.” Hades announced, his dark hair matched with an attractive dusting of stubble on his chin. “Fresh man jizz, straight from the cock, salty and warm…”
“Let’s decide.” Zeus said. “Do we want to continue the nanites’ plans to dominate men, or will we go our separate ways and find what peace we can with what has happened?”
Apollo smiled, and Ares’ cock hardened at the sight. The younger god’s charm was powerful.
“Why not…both? I figure we’d be kind and fair rulers of men, well better than the Overlord anyway. But even enhanced as we are, we’re not strong enough to take on the entire planet. So we do like the nanites did: separate and build our forces, until we’re ready to seize power.”
Ares smirked, “I like that plan.” And bent to give Apollo a long kiss.
“Then it’s settled.” Zeus agreed. “We’d better go get ready.”
As they were departing, Poseidon took Apollo’s hand and pulled him aside.
“Hey. If we’re going off in separate directions, I want a proper goodbye.” He said. Apollo made no reply but lifted his chin so that their lips met. Poseidon wrapped his arms around him and Apollo lifted his legs, settling them tightly around Poseidon’s waist. Soon Apollo’s back was pressed against the wall as they kissed, heat flaring between them. Then, no longer bound by physics, Apollo slid up the wall, the nanites in his skin magnetically holding him aloft so that his veiny cock was at the perfect height for Poseidon.
“This is so crazy.” Poseidon said, grasping Apollo’s throbbing shaft gently. Then, lovingly, he kissed the base on each side, nibbling and sucking all along the length of the young god’s organ before accepting the head into his mouth. His throat, enhanced with nanite technology, began vibrating and pulsing along the skin, while his tongue danced languid circles around the heated shaft, playing with the slit. He was so entranced by the beautiful cock, he didn’t notice that he’d begun to float in the air, magnetically repulsed from the walls and the floor.
Apollo moaned and leaned his head back against the wall as Poseidon dove deeper, encircling more of his cock with his perfect lips. When Poseidon looked up and made eye contact, while sucking powerfully on his cock, he almost came then and there, staring at his own reflection in Poseidon’s silvered eyes.
Popping off the shaft for a breath, Poseidon floated up to the same level and kissed him again while their bodies pressed against each other, all sinuous muscle and sensuous skin. Their powerful cocks rubbed against each other like iron, leaking slick precum onto their bellies and thighs.
Poseidon broke off the kiss, moving down to Apollo’s neck, while sinking his body lower as well. Responding to his gentle nudges, Apollo spread his legs wider, and Poseidon’s cock slipped between them, underneath his balls and pressed firmly against his butt.
Poseidon’s tongue slipped down to one of Apollo’s nipples, while his hands gently took each leg for support. Then, his nanite body in tune with his thoughts, his cock drove upward and pushed into Apollo. Apollo gasped at the intrusion, and the levitating gods held their position for a long moment, clinging to each other. Then Apollo ran his hands through Poseidon’s beautiful brown hair and rested them on his muscular shoulders.
“I love you.”
Poseidon’s eyes and body said everything as he thrust upward into Apollo, moving deeper into him, and then pulling back. Their tempo was a slow drumbeat, a rhythm as deep and primal as nature itself, one man giving and another receiving. Poseidon leaned up and kissed him again, continuing to move within him. Time passed, and they lost themselves in the warm sensations of love.
Later, when they were back on the floor (flooded with cream), they laughed and joked as they walked, sticky, to the showers to clean up. Then they made love again under the pounding water, Apollo riding Poseidon’s thick shaft on the tile floor as they whispered their old human names.
The next morning, the five gods disembarked from the Ulysses.
“Ares is the god of war.” He said to himself. “So, I should find a military and take it over.”
Ares liked that idea. He’d always admired the way a crisp uniform fit to a man’s body. His stomach rumbled loudly. He would need to feed soon. But not human food – they no longer wanted or needed any sustenance but cum.
The only remaining military on Earth was the United Planetary Force. Once the Tyreni had attacked, the nations of the world had banded together to defend humanity. It was the army that had sent the Ulysses on its tour, and before that, commissioned the International Space Station Three to research nanite technology.
Headquarters for the UPF were located in Rio de Janeiro. Ares hopped on a quick planetary shuttle and found himself in the recruiting office within a day.
“So you want to join the Force, huh?” the recruitment officer asked. His nametag read “Craig Erikson”. He was tall and strikingly blonde, which made him stand out in Brazil. He sat behind an interview desk in a very form-fitting black uniform. “What’s wrong with your eyes?”
Ares blinked and smiled, his silver eyes revealing nothing. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Well, if you’re blind, it might cause some issues in combat.” Craig continued, as if speaking to a child.
“I’m not blind.” Ares said simply, offering nothing more.
“Well, take off your shirt then, I’m going to run a physical, see if you’re up to UPF standards.”
Ares smirked, stood, and pulled his shirt over his head. His skin was a dark olive tone, at home in Brazil, stretched smoothly over firmly developed pectorals and a stomach that rippled smoothly from mound to mound, shaped in a V pointing firmly downward. His shoulders were broad and heavy with muscle, and his arms bulged, veins racing down to his wrists.
His natural beauty had been enhanced by his transformation as well. The nanites send stimulating signals to the officer’s optic nerve, and his body released an intensely powerful musk pheromone into the air. Ares smirked as Craig grew visibly hard within his stiff uniform trousers.
“I…I think…” Craig mumbled, fumbling for words as his brain was literally stunned by a barrage of lust.
“Give in to it, sir. Just let it take over.” Ares said, moving forward. Craig gave no resistance as Ares pinned him to the wall and opened his shirt, revealing hard muscles underneath. Yanking down the zipper, he shoved a hand into the officer’s pants and soon grasped his rock-hard phallus. He brought it out into the air and sank down on his knees before the officer.
Then he latched his warm mouth onto the shaft, sinking Craig’s hot meat into his prepared throat. Instantly, his body began to pulse along its length, stimulating the officer like never before. Ares ran a hand over his exposed chest, under the uniform jacket, and lost himself to the pleasure of pleasuring a man in uniform. With one hand, he tweaked Craig’s nipple lightly, with the other, he massaged his balls and teased his hole.
It wasn’t long before Craig moaned, “God, I’m gonna cum. Get ready…oh FUCK YEAH!”
Hot liquid sprayed into Ares’ mouth, ropes and gobs of cum filling him. Craig was even more turned on by how the beautiful man drank down every last drop, savoring every second of the musky flavor.
Ares felt a surge of energy as the cum re-energized his body. He stood up and licked his lips. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Craig sank to his knees in front of him, moaning, “Let me worship you.”
As he offered the man his massive shaft and Craig began lapping at it, he growled, “That’s the idea.”