Bob’s Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon
12
Shipwreck
IN THE MORNING, My Lady Goddess appeared from the cabin in a similar lack of attire, but of a different color. If I had doubted she was a goddess before, the doubt was dispelled by the costly dye used in her wisp of clothing. And by the fact she seemed to have much more baggage than she’d brought aboard with her. She sat on the gunwales, looking into the waves as she brushed her hair.
“Oh, Bob, would you be a good demon and brush my hair for me. I simply can’t reach the spots behind me.”
“My Lady, since you ask so pleasantly, I will be happy to brush your hair, with your permission, of course.”
“Yes,” she said. She handed me her brush and I set about a very relaxing time brushing out her long golden hair. “Is my hair the silkiest you have ever seen?” she asked.
“Yes, it is,” I answered. Could she possibly be more vain about her looks? That gave me an idea. I had no difficulty brushing her hair until the sun passed its zenith. It seemed to be a relaxing thing for both of us and we chatted idly while I stroked the silky strands.
“I don’t actually hate my husband,” she sighed. “He’s just such a stick in the mud. I, like you, am a free goddess. I am older by far than he is, having been born from the sea when Uranus’s genitals were cast there by Cronos. I should be able to have what lovers I want. He does make me pretty things, though. Like the brush you are using.”
“So, you are running away from your husband?” I asked. I was pretty sure that somewhere in the middle of Hammurabi’s 300 or so laws, I had read a woman taken in adultery was to be drowned. And the man, too.
“Oh, no. Let’s say I’m on a vacation. You will discover, Bob, that a steady diet of just one partner for all your life is an incredible strain on an immortal. The fire dies eventually. You have to take a break.”
I had heard much the same from Zeus when I was young and naïve. Ariane had sworn to keep me in a non-stop supply of other lovers for variety. Nimia had continued the tradition and there were now a couple dozen in the infinity room I could choose from. Though I seldom got a choice. They seemed to all want my attention all the time.
I brought a luncheon of figs and honey cakes to her and while she ate, I quickly retrieved the mirror from my wall. This I brought to her and fastened to her door. I correctly predicted that she would find looking at herself to be endlessly entertaining.
The goddess was good company as long as you didn’t want to talk about anything but her. And that was not difficult. Ancient morality tales decried vanity, painting the tale of cursed Narcissus who fell in love with his own beautiful reflection in a pool and stared at it for the remainder of his life. I suppose that was a bit extreme, but I have known many men and women alike who were vain about their looks, their knowledge, their power, and their wealth. Nebuchadnezzar, Alexander, Caesar, Cleopatra, Helen. Not all were unpleasant people.
As days went by and the sea was easy, the goddess spent time every day standing or sitting in front of the mirror as I brushed her hair. It was peaceful and calming, making for a very pleasant journey. Once she had retired for the night, or at least closed the door to her cabin, I would bring one of my ladies on deck and work out any sexual frustrations I’d picked up from such close proximity to the perfect goddess of lust.
My ladies were very good at making sure my frustrations had been satisfied. I don’t mean just Josie and Nimia, though I loved both of them, but a dozen other women in my harem were equally as affectionate. They were having a great time in the infinity room, designing and building whatever their hearts desired. It was refreshing to find women who were not so into themselves that they could talk about nothing else.
Then the winds picked up.
I’d been in rough seas before. I simply made doubly sure my satchel was strapped securely across my shoulder, dropped the sail, and manned the rudder. I had also been in a storm initiated by a god and this one was looking suspicious.
The goddess was furious.
“He’s enlisted that damned Poseidon to torment me!” she declared. “Why can’t he simply let well enough alone? He knows I’ll come back eventually. He just does this to be mean! I haven’t even had sex with you yet!”
Well, that was a revelation on several fronts. First that not only was the storm brought by a god, but Poseidon himself might be at the root. Second, that she considered sex with me to be a ‘not yet’ and not a ‘not ever.’ I believe she was most unhappy that I had to pay attention to sailing and not to her. The storm got progressively worse. I hadn’t experienced anything like this since Ninra roiled the waters to get me where he wanted. I was not happy about the prospect of having to throw My Lady Goddess into the sea to calm it and vowed to fight it out with this Poseidon. With that thought, I reached into the satchel and withdrew the Sword of Ninra, given me by the god of war to lead my armies into battle. I belted it to my side and shook the water out of my face as I steered the ship into the wind.
I rapidly worked a spell to make the ship impervious to the storm, but what I got was something that just kept it from capsizing. That was nearly good enough.
Nearly.
It was no defense against the tentacled monster that wrapped an appendage around the middle of the ship and began to crush it. My second meeting with a Scylla of Poseidon.
The rudder was of no use as long as the ship was in the grip of the monster, so I drew my sword and rushed to the middle of the deck to hack at it. It was tough going, but I had the limb almost severed when I heard My Lady scream behind me. I turned to see another tentacle had wrapped around her and was pulling her toward the sea.
My own experience with having been grabbed by a sea serpent was that it just threw me where it wanted me to go. Not pleasant, but survivable. This monster seemed intent on dragging the goddess down for a personal interview with the god of the sea. I did the only thing I could. I jumped in after her.
I will leave descriptions of our intense battle under the sea to poets like that old fraud and seeker of fame and fortune, Homer. Not that I disliked Homer when I met him a few centuries later, but you have to call them like you see them. He was a professional liar—known these days as a novelist.
Suffice it to say, as the hero of this story, I hacked at the monster with the Sword of Ninra and the monster was no match for it. Eventually, I won the goddess’s freedom and lifted her above the waves. The monster fled back to the deeps to nurse its wounds and I found the rocky shore of an island. There, I deposited My Lady Goddess, and there my ship was hurled to crash upon the rocks. I stretched out to sleep in exhaustion.
I awoke to the sensations of the most beautiful woman in the world—the goddess of beauty and lust—riding on my cock to portals of ecstasy no man is privileged to enter. Let me say, without bragging about the conquest, that her pussy was as beautiful to my cock as her body was to my eye. There were things that she did while seeking her own satisfaction that brought tears to my eyes. There were moments I could have sworn it was only her hand giving me pleasure, but then it would be the most exquisite clasping of her pussy, and then it felt like a mouth had enveloped me and a tongue was exploring every bit of my cock. I could even feel her throat swallowing me and coaxing a mammoth load from my balls.
And all this was while I was looking into her eyes, my hands filled with her perfect breasts, as she bounced energetically on my cock. When I exploded within her I shook with fervor. When she exploded around me, she milked another load from my recently emptied balls. And then she collapsed forward on me, her breasts pressing lightly into my chest as I held her and kissed her.
“That was definitely worth waiting for, my hero,” she sighed.
Ah. So that was it. Now I was her hero. Looking back, I’m sure she could have saved herself, if by no other means than fucking Poseidon when they finally met. He would be helpless to do anything but her bidding. As I was when she asked me to take her to my infinity room, where she was sure she could not be detected.
The landscape had changed in the infinity room. There was a new lake on the horizon and Josie exclaimed excitedly that they had a storm and a flood, but everything receded to the beautiful beach where we found a dozen naked nymphs lying beneath my sun. Like scattering stars in the sky, having a sun added to the aesthetic of our little world.
Aphrodite, as she now shared her name with me, was as lusty as any of my ladies had ever been. She wanted my cock as often as I could get it up—which I never had difficulty doing—and wanted my ladies’ tongues, sometimes all at once. And as my ladies pleasured her, they were each endowed with even more beauty than they had before.
Eventually, she tired of our quiet little world. And, I am sorry to say, of my cock. She took to wandering the island and quite a cult grew up around her presence. Cyprus, I discovered, was as well-settled and civilized as my native Crete. One day, Aphrodite simply did not return to our little camp near the sea.
I did some exploring of the island myself—not looking for her, mind you, but trying to make sure she had not fallen into some nefarious trap. I discovered she had fallen in with an artist and he was currently sculpting an image of her. I could only offer her a mirror. He offered her a statue. Easy come, easy go. And Aphrodite was definitely easy.
When my ship wrecked on the rocks of our little beach, I was able to salvage all of the trade goods that had been on board in Tyre. I took them all into the infinity room, but did not have them stored or put away. Instead, I went looking for a ship to buy. The guys in the infinity room who had also been blessed by Aphrodite’s effect on their women, hauled the remnants of our ship into the infinity room and over to the new sea, apparently created by a leak in the bag when I was battling the Scylla underwater. I resolved to get that fixed right away. There, they set about rebuilding it and learning all they could about shipbuilding.
When I had found a ship and made a remarkably favorable deal on it, my men emerged from the infinity room and began loading our cargo. Then we shoved off and headed toward Crete. I was thinking I would visit my old home, but we docked in Mania and I made some favorable trades with cargo bound for Athens.
I did have a chance to go look at the desolate site where King Idiopheles’ palace had stood. It seems that soon after I left the island, an earthquake had struck. In the shaking, all the rock that had been quarried by slaves crumbled and fell on the idiot king. He and his entire line were extinguished. The people of Mania were living under the rule of an elected committee, following the model of Athens somewhat. I was happy. There was no slavery on the island of Crete.
My men returned to the infinity room and I set sail for Athens with my shipload of goods. It seemed that in every port of call we would gain a few ladies and perhaps another sailor or farmer or shepherd. Life in the infinity room was tranquil and domestic. Nimia governed the room with the same general rule I had used in Bathra: Those who worked for the good of the people (and me) would always be cared for and would never lack for any needed thing. Those who did not, would be courteously escorted out of the infinity room to make their way in the ‘natural’ world. It was the first I’d heard that name applied to the world we had all come from.
But a new phenomenon was occurring in the infinity room. The men were not sterile like I was. And as a result, several of the women became pregnant and attached themselves permanently to their men. But we slowly realized a child born in the infinity room aged the way any child would. He would become an adult. He would grow old and he would die. I use the term ‘he’ here because that is what Professor Tolkien taught in his classes. Of course, I mean a child and adult of any sex.
What’s more, it was discovered that after the birth of a child, the parents also began to age and would eventually grow old and die. It was only those who came into the infinity room from outside and remained childless who would cease aging. I needed to study those damned scrolls again.
While in Athens, I paid tribute to the city’s patron gods, including the goddess Aphrodite. She might have abandoned me in Cyprus, but I felt her presence near me when I sincerely paid my homage to her. Athene was also a patroness of the small city, as was Poseidon. I felt nothing at all from Athene and mild distaste from Poseidon.
I took the goods for which I traded and began sailing from island to island, trading and becoming richer and richer. What I really wanted was to find a place I could settle down and simply enjoy my ladies. The harem was quite large now, and I was not filling nearly as many places with men as I could have. I just wanted to have peace and quiet and a few centuries to learn to know each of them.
And that is when I came upon a great walled city in Anatolia. It was larger than any I had seen. I estimated that half a million people lived in the city of Ilium and more in its surrounds. It was prosperous and trade came from every corner of the world. Best of all, I could blend right in with the people of the city and no one would think twice about me. I adopted a body that was similar to the men of the city, and opened a little bakery. I was able to show myself a modest craftsman in an essential industry. No one bothered me when I retired to my chamber at night and slipped into the infinity room to make love all night long.
“You know that if you are to stay in this place, you need to age for a while and then disappear to return as a new man,” Nimia reminded me. “You are having daily contact with people who are growing older. You must not appear to be forever young.”
“My fair and wise wife, I hear you and will do as you say. I don’t know what I would do without you. I don’t know how you have become so wise,” I said.
“If what you tell me about time outside our infinity room is true, I am some seven or eight hundred years old,” she answered. “Both you and I should have learned something in all that time.”
“What of the others?” I asked. “We have women with us we picked up in Bathra and in our travels after. Even in Babylon. Have they grown and learned as you have?”
“I don’t understand it, Bob. Josie has certainly gained in her understanding of life and the world, but her devotion is entirely to you. Anything either she or I have learned in all that time is placed in service to you. She hasn’t read as much as I have, but she listens to people and is very understanding of them. But the others… they seem completely contented with their life and do not seek knowledge or greater understanding. Even those who marry have contentment to simply be what they are and not attempt to learn more.”
“Hmm. I wonder if that is a good thing or bad. We should think about that,” I said. I felt her slip down on my shaft as we talked in bed and envelop me in her pussy.
“What we need to think about right now is the loving act of a husband and wife. You need to focus on filling me and I need to focus on the wonderful lover I have devoted my life to,” she said as we began to move.
“You are constantly in my thoughts, my wife. Immersing myself in you is more than I can describe. Feeling you mounting toward your climax pulls me along and I am helpless inside you,” I said.
“Come, my husband. Let me feel your love flowing into my vagina. I love you.” And with that, we lost ourselves in loving again and again.
I took to heart what she had said, though, and learned to age myself gradually. When I felt I was sufficiently old enough, I moved from that spot and opened a shop in a different part of Troy as a younger man.
When war came to the Kingdom of Troy, I could see My Lady Goddess Aphrodite’s hand in the proceedings. Not that she was solely responsible for it, but she certainly gave cause for it. There is a story about a golden apple addressed to “The Fairest of the Goddesses” being tossed into a celestial gathering. Apparently, Aphrodite had grown tired of her artist and returned to Olympus and her misshapen husband Hephaistos. There was no question in my mind (or in anyone else’s, I was later told) that Aphrodite was deemed the most perfect image of femininity in the universe. She would certainly outshine cow-eyed Hera or virgin warrior Athene with ease.
But Aphrodite, as I mentioned, was not only the most beautiful and lustful woman in the universe, she was also the most vain. The slight possibility that an impartial judge might find her second in beauty was intolerable. So, she fixed the game. She secretly told Paris, a son of King Priam of Troy, that if he chose her, she would give him the most beautiful woman (human) on earth as his bride. I wish I’d been near him to warn him off, but sure enough, he attended the wedding of the Greek King Menelaus of Sparta to Helen. When Paris saw Helen he was smitten and she, seeing a ticket away from the old man she was to be married to, ran away with him on her very wedding night.
Hmm. That reminds me of another young bride, but I think I already told you the story of Portia.
Paris brought Helen home to Troy and the Greeks followed en masse.
Here’s something that old goat Homer wouldn’t tell you. He was such a romantic! Pure women and heroic men. But he failed to mention that Helen was a slut. I believe she ran away with Paris simply so Menelaus wouldn’t discover his new bride was no virgin. That and Menelaus was an old man of at least thirty, while Paris was a young and well-hung prince. Also, Troy was an entire city of men she hadn’t slept with yet.
There was no doubt that Aphrodite was her patroness.
It took nearly a year, with the Greeks camped outside the city, for her to find her way to my bed. She was, indeed, like a… um… hairy Aphrodite. The goddess eschewed all hair except what grew from her head. Helen was as nicely formed as a human girl could be, but grew hair from under her arms, around her sex, down her legs… I checked to see if she had hair growing from the palms of her hands. But all the hair on her body was as silky, soft, and golden as the hair on her head.
She was enthusiastic about sex, teasing a man (or demon) unmercifully until he cast her on his bed and fucked her. And she may have had the juiciest cunt I’d ever been in—which was good as my size was considerably more than any invading prick she’d had before. Oh, the ride was nice and the steed was energetic, but her pussy was in no wise as talented as her patroness goddess.
She left me to hurry back to her husband’s bed with my semen running from her pussy and down the inside of her legs. For my part, I closed my little shop where I sold baked goods made by the ladies in my infinity room, and changed my appearance to an old man, just entering the city’s gates. Sure enough, the prince’s guards came looking for the despoiler of his wife the next morning. They could have arrested almost anyone.
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