Bob’s Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon
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The Dikteon Cave
SOMEBODY WILL SURELY go off on me about what order things occurred in and when I was born. That’s why I’m not going to cite dates as a matter of course, as if this was a high school term paper. I thought time was an easy thing that I marked by sunrise and sunset. We didn’t have a calendar in ancient Crete that said 2076 BCE. Someone might have told me it was in the third year of King Drakomaxos’ reign, but you wouldn’t know him anyway. Time of the modern calendar sort is a relatively new invention. In reality, time isn’t linear. It jumps all over the place, and so do I. So, just go with it, okay? The same is true of distance. How far can I travel in a day? It depends on how long the day is.
Besides, it’s irrelevant to this part of the story. I think. Just remember that I was running for my life from Knossos with a naked woman riding shotgun on my unceasing erection. I might have run like that for days or for a few minutes. I was panicked. I ended up in a cave on a mountain. I have since learned Crete is an island, so I can safely say that since I didn’t cross any bodies of water, I was still on the island of Crete.
In a cave.
I’m not going to tell you this cave was the actual birthplace of Zeus. He didn’t say. Nor will I say this is where he brought Europa and lived with her as they brought forth their three sons. I’ll only say that he seemed to have a strong presence in this cave. That I found it at all was indicative of divine guidance. That it was replete with water, a store of vegetables and dried meat, and lay just above a plateau of wild crops and game to supply our needs. We couldn’t fuck all the time and Ariane, being human, required food and water and, eventually, she wanted clothing—which I reluctantly gave her.
I have since discovered that I can go for long periods—possibly forever—without food, drink, or sleep. But I indulge in all three for the sheer pleasure they bring. Much like fucking. I could go without, but why?
Some people in Knossos would tell you Ariane wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the city. To me, she was the first woman I saw in all her splendor, and you never forget your first. She was as fascinated with my sex organ as I was with hers. We would finish fucking and she would roll to the side, swearing she was broken and would be unable to go again until she’d healed after two or three weeks. Half an hour later, she would be stroking, licking, and riding my cock like it was the first time she’d discovered it.
But, like I said, she needed food and clothing. Not wanting to deplete the supplies in the cave that certainly must belong to someone, we happily hunted and gathered side-by-side.
“How,” I asked as we licked berry juices from each other’s face, “did you know I was a demon?”
“Great Minos! What else could you be? Just look at you! No human man looks like you do. Or is hung like you are, I’m sure!”
I was puzzled. I tried jumping out of my skin to turn and look at myself, but it never seemed to work. How was I to know what I looked like?
Ariane figured out my dilemma and took me to a lake where I could look into the water and see myself. I jumped back in fright the first time I saw my reflection. I knew I had horns and hairy legs, but seeing them for the first time was startling. I was certainly not like any of the men I’d seen outside Pinaruti’s door. I was far more handsome. I had large ram’s horns on my head, a little pointed beard on my chin, hairy legs with hooves, and muscles that rippled beneath the otherwise smooth skin of my torso. I preened a bit and could only just imagine how I might seem frightening.
“Oh! This is just how Pinaruti imagined me when he summoned me. I saw a drawing,” I said. “I suppose, though, that it will make it difficult for me to walk among men without being attacked. Do they always attack people who are different from them?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so.” That was my first lesson in human interaction. The anger and violence shown to me by King Drakomaxos and his soldiers was typical of humanity. “At the very least,” Ariane continued, “we would need to find clothes for you. Of course, we left so suddenly that I came away naked as well. I’ll need to find clothing. Appearing naked like this would give men the wrong idea.”
“I have an idea,” I said. I caught her in my arms and began to probe at her with my stiffening cock. She locked her legs around my torso, keeping her pussy just beyond where I could penetrate it.
“That’s what I mean,” she laughed. “We wouldn’t want every man we meet to start plundering my pussy.” I was about to suggest that I’d kill them, but Ariane did the most remarkable thing. She pressed her lips against mine and then she pressed her tongue into my mouth. For a few moments, I lost all my senses to this new experience. As we kissed, she relaxed her grip and gradually slid onto my pole. I had to bend almost double to get my entire length into her while still maintaining contact with her lips and tongue. I knew at once that this was something I would like all my life, no matter how long it was.
And that was my first lesson in morality. Not the kiss, but my visceral reaction to the idea that other men may plunder her pussy. And it wasn’t that I owned her pussy. It was that anyone might take it without her consent. But as much as I abhorred the thought of her being raped, the thought of killing a man, even for so heinous a crime, caused me to pause and consider the value of a human life. Yes. I decided a man who raped a woman deserved to die. There might be other such crimes as well. But I was not a bloodthirsty demon.
I killed a couple of sheep under Ariane’s direction, and she efficiently butchered them and dried the meat over our fire. It would have been difficult if she had not explained that she needed a knife, which I was able to fashion out of a glassy rock. She also prepared the skins, and before long, we each had a breechclout that we could wear if we encountered any other people. She managed herself a vest as well, but I kept trying to position myself so I could see her breasts under the skin. She finally gave up, laughing about how in some things I was a typical man. She removed her vest and breechclout and we only put them on when we went to trade with a nearby village.
That proved a little embarrassing when we had a guest one day.
“So, who’s screwing around in my cave?” the great one bellowed.
“Oh, Zeus Almighty!” Ariane said, flattening herself against my chest. It took a lot of pressure to flatten herself. The boobs kind of squished out to the side.
“Hi!” I said. “I’m Bob.”
“Hmm. So, you’re the one,” Zeus said, settling himself on a chair I hadn’t noticed before. In fact, the whole cave seemed better furnished than it had been before. And there were little minions running around serving drinks and food. “I heard there was a demon on the loose. That’s why I came down to investigate for myself. What am I going to do with you?”
“Do you need to do something with me?” I gulped.
“Well, we don’t usually allow stray spirits to wander around among men. You already caused a riot in Knossos. No, no. I understand it was an accident and nothing you did, though that girl’s husband, Basarti, is a bit upset. He’s already remarried. Uh… That cute little nymph you had waiting on you,” Zeus said to Ariane who had relaxed enough that her boobs were once again standing proudly in front of her.
“Well, that’s okay,” Ariane said “I feel sorry for her with no more satisfaction than he can give with his little member. If you see her, please let her know I kept a long gourd hidden behind the pantry that works pretty well.”
“I’ll pass that on. Or you can when you go back.”
“Go back?” we both said at the same time. We linked our pinky fingers and made a wish.
“You left a mess and you have to clean it up. Nice sealing charm you put on the place, by the way. Nobody can get near it. Property values are falling. People claim the place is haunted and that you are still inside. Some women won’t go outside for fear they’ll be kidnapped by the demon. And some have taken to wandering the streets, hoping,” Zeus said.
“But if I go back, they’ll hunt me down and kill me!” I said.
“About that. It’s really not easy to kill a demon, though they might make you suffer a bit. And you could learn to hide your appearance.”
“Really? How?”
“You are a babe in the woods, aren’t you?” Zeus said, shaking his head. In an instant he shifted forms from the stately god to a swan, to a bull, and back again. “Will and word. And for you, that means learning the spells. You can change your appearance and become a good-looking guy, still adequately hung to satisfy the likes of Ariane there, but not frightening.”
“I could look like you?”
“Don’t! Let’s work on the spell and figure out what model you should use. Don’t use an animal. It’s hell changing back to this form if you can’t speak the spell. We’ll decide what else you need to survive in the world without creating any more disasters.”
That began my period of instruction under the great Zeus. It seems he was bored, having taken a vow not to interfere in the affairs of men. But educating a demon did not have anything to do with human affairs. He stayed with us for several days or weeks or some amount of time. It’s hard to keep track when dealing with a god. In her devotion to me, Ariane took it upon herself to make sure Zeus’s needs were also satisfied. In fact, she went to the local villages and recruited a few young women to come and spend time with us. Zeus managed to teach me during the times when Ariane was gone, but when she returned, she was just too distracting for me to learn anything.
The girls! Aside from a few fleeting glimpses of women tearing their clothes off as we fled, Ariane was the only fully naked woman I’d ever seen. When she lined six beauties up in front of Zeus and me and had them strip, I was lost.
“They’re all the same but so different!” I exclaimed.
“That’s what makes them so hard to resist,” Zeus agreed. “It’s like having seven pieces of sweet fruit on the table before you. You know they are all tasty, but each one will be a little different. And having tasted one, you would not want to make it the only fruit you tasted with so many other available. That’s why we males need a variety. Being fed only one fruit for all our lives would become dreadfully boring.”
“I am devoted to serving Bob,” Ariane said. “And as our guest, I happily service you, too. But I will always make sure Bob has a variety so his appetite never dwindles.”
“I’d have you give lessons to Hera, but I’m afraid she’d corrupt you,” Zeus sighed.
And then the party began and the seven women made sure we had each sampled their fruit. I’m not sure how often Ariane traded them out, but between sessions, Zeus taught me like a father. He told me exactly how an immortal like me could be killed or controlled. It is false to assume immortal means the same as ‘can’t be killed.’ That is invincible. But an immortal doesn’t die of natural causes. He or she can, however, be killed. Both of these concepts, I decline to write down here as I’ve no desire to be either killed or controlled.
Zeus taught me how to transform myself into different visages, and how to transmute one substance into another. Both spells had the same limitation in that eventually the sheep turd I turned to a gold disk would return to being a sheep turd. Just as I would eventually return to my demon self.
“What I don’t get is how Drakomaxos ever expected Pinaruti to cool his home. Even if Pinaruti had succeeded in putting me in the walls, I don’t know what I’ have done to make it cool!” I said in frustration. “It’s always nice and cool here in the cave. We can dry meat on the rocks outside when it’s so hot. There must be some powerful magic in these walls.”
Zeus groaned.
“Think for a minute about what is missing in the cave that hits the rock on which you dry your meat,” he finally said. He liked to make me figure out things myself, but I wasn’t the fastest chariot in the race.
“Rain!” I said. He groaned again and motioned me to try again. “Dust? Sunlight!”
I swear all the minions in the cave sang a choral descant to Zeus’s “Yes!”
We took a break for a while and fucked the entire troupe of new girls Ariane had recruited.
“So,” I said, after we’d partied for a day or two. “I could cast his house into darkness. That was my first thought because it is cooler at night when the sun is not shining.”
“You’d be stuck there holding it in darkness. That would have worked if you were confined in the walls according to Pinaruti’s original plan. And people would get depressed at living under the shadow,” Zeus said. I looked at him blankly. “Rock, you idiot! What keeps the cave cool is layers and layers of rock blocking the sun.”
“Drakomaxos should live in a cave!” I was jubilant. But caves were in the mountains and his kingdom was in the city. “I wonder if I could just build him a cave around his house. Take a lot of rocks and surround it.”
“Try it a few times and see what happens,” Zeus said. “The trick will simply be to keep them stacked on top of each other without falling in on him.”
Well, Zeus said he needed to appear on Olympus before Hera came looking for him again. Ariane begged him to marry us before he left.
“Bob? You want to be married to Ariane?”
“Oh, yes, sir!” I said happily.
“Well, a demon has as much right to be miserable as a god.” Of course, simply saying we were married wasn’t enough to satisfy Ariane. She needed a formal procession and to be attended by the women who had serviced us during the god’s stay of—I have no idea how long he was with us. Anyway, eventually he pronounced us married, warning Ariane that I was immortal, but she wasn’t. That was a sobering thought.
Then Zeus paraded a bunch of images in front of me that I might choose to transform into. I felt Ariane’s heart flutter when Adonis passed by and so I chose to transform into his likeness. Zeus snickered. And then he left.
At that, all the women who had been with us fell upon us and we had a long fuck-fest. At the end of which, I gave each woman a sack full of gold that I was certain would stay gold for a few years. Long enough to be a rich dowry for each of them.
Ariane and I prepared to return to Knossos.
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