The Eagle Who Stole Me for a God's Bed

The deer was only a few steps away, its head raised and its nose sniffing the air. I advanced slowly, measuring every movement so as not to stir the undergrowth. I had both hands on the bow, the arrow ready, waiting only for the instant when I would draw the string. I needed the animal to grow careless, to lower its head and nibble at some grass without suspecting that a young blond-haired man was watching it from the bushes.

My heart was pounding, but my face remained calm. It was not the first deer I had hunted. Mount Tereus, bordering my father King Eumelus’s lands, was an incomparable place for grazing sheep and for hunting. I had practically been raised there. I knew every inch of the terrain, the best hunting grounds, and every trick for making my way through the thicket.

At last the animal bent down in search of grass. It felt safe. Fatal mistake. I drew my arm back and fired. The point struck the stag’s neck with precision, and it ran off at once. It did not get far. The shot had been true, and life was pouring from its wound in crimson bursts. All I had to do was follow the scarlet trail until I found it taking its last breaths. That night, my father’s halls would be blessed by my conquest, and the venison would sate the hunger of the whole family and their guests.

As I gathered the fruits of the hunt, I did not know that other eyes were watching me from the sky. They were the eyes of a god, the one who wove the lightning, who had noticed my newly blossomed beauty, the greatest ever seen in a mortal male. Passion and obsession gnawed at him from within. He desired to possess me, to take me to his side, to the Eternal Summit he ruled. He always got what he wanted, heedless of the consequences. His capricious affairs were widely known, and no one, not even his jealous wife, could oppose them.

That night, the halls of King Eumelus rejoiced because of me. They celebrated my feat, and the meat fed hosts and guests alike. A dinner as delicious as few others. The next morning, when dawn stained the sky pink, I returned to Mount Tereus, still proud of my victory the day before. I had no intention of bringing down another prize like that one. Achievements such as those were granted by Fortune only at widely spaced intervals. Besides, my father’s flock needed tending. We had servants for that task, but I had never liked sitting idle. The weather was mild, and I valued the time I spent in the countryside, in full contact with nature.

As I walked with my crook in hand, a melody filled my head, a memory of a fine bard who had visited us and brightened our evenings with his music. I began to hum it, trying to recover the verses, without noticing that a great eagle was gliding above me. As large as three men together, with a colossal wingspan, the bird of prey swooped down swiftly as soon as it saw me. It opened its talons and, before I could react, seized me by the shoulders and lifted me into the heights.

I screamed in terror and struggled to break free, but the creature was strong and my efforts useless. The earth grew smaller beneath my feet. From up there, my birthplace looked like a handful of crumbs and soon vanished from sight as the clouds swallowed me, along with the mountain and the imposing Erimus range.

I thought myself dead, whether by the eagle’s doing or from the unfathomable fall I could only imagine. I could not calculate how far we traveled or how long I spent wrapped in the mist before the talons abruptly released me. I expected a brutal descent. My bones would shatter against the rock and my body be pulverized. But it was not so. I fell barely a couple of meters onto a soft triclinium that absorbed the impact, a piece of furniture that had appeared from nowhere, just like the room of marble walls, gleaming like the sun, where I found myself.

The beauty of the place left me breathless. The architecture, with its straight columns decorated with gold leaf, seemed superhuman, divine to me. Have I reached the abode of the gods?

The answer came soon enough. I was not alone. Some twenty paces away, the eagle that had abducted me had landed. In an instant, the bird of prey transformed before my eyes. Wings became arms, talons became legs, and feathers became flesh. Before me appeared a man with a powerful gaze. His dark hair was a leonine mane; his beard, shaggy; his build, sturdy and muscular. His broad chest was hairy, his thick arms hairy, and his powerful erect cock hairy too, uncovered by any garment. It hung heavily between his thighs, long as a man’s forearm, thick as a royal scepter, crowned by a purple glans dripping a thick thread. Fear seized me, and I shrank back on the bed, dreading the worst.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“My name is Astraeus, lord of the thunderbolt and father of all the gods.”

His voice sounded thunderous, as though the whole world trembled with every word. Even his footsteps, as he calmly approached, caused small earthquakes that shook the walls. Or perhaps it was my own fear that made me tremble before his presence.

“And what do you want from me, mighty Astraeus? I am only a simple mortal...”

“Quite the contrary. You are the most beautiful man the world has ever known or ever will know. A beauty I wish to preserve here, at my side, where age cannot wither it.”

“I do not think I am worthy...” I murmured, overwhelmed.

He leaned over me, his penetrating gaze fixed on mine like a lightning bolt piercing the clouds.

“You are. In return, I ask only two things: that you fill my cup at the banquets we gods celebrate, and that you share the love I bear you. Thus you will become one of us, and neither death nor old age will ever be able to claim you.”

With a furious movement he tore the tunic from my body, exposing my skin bronzed by days in the fields and a beauty that was almost androgynous.

“I am not sure I...” I began.

“Come now, son of Eumelus. Do not resist a god’s caresses.”

He spread my legs to settle between them and lowered his lips to mine. His beard scratched my hairless face, rough as the touch of an unleashed winter, like the sharp wind of a storm at the height of its violence. And yet he treated me gently. I caught a sulfurous taste in his mouth that did not assault my palate, and his hands, makers of lightning, electrified my skin as they caressed me. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and wound around mine, dominating it, while one of those huge hands traveled down my belly to seize my cock, already beginning to stiffen against my navel despite my inability to restrain it. He wrapped his rough fingers around it and began jerking me off at a slow, measured rhythm, drawing one moan after another from me.

“Look at you,” he whispered against my lips. “The tip is already dripping. This body of yours was made for a god to fuck. All these years hunting deer and herding sheep, and this was the only thing you lacked: a good cock to teach you what you were born for.”

His filthy words made me blush, but my flesh answered every one of them with greater hunger. Astraeus lowered his mouth along my neck, biting and sucking, leaving purple marks that burned like embers. He descended to my nipples and caught them between his teeth, alternating licks with bites until they were hard as arrowheads. I arched on the triclinium, unable to resist that hungry mouth.

“Please... my lord...” I stammered, not even knowing what I was asking for.

“Ask for it with a dirty mouth, boy. We gods do not indulge prudes.”

He gave me no time to obey. Astraeus continued downward, his tongue drawing a furrow over my belly until he swallowed my entire cock in one gulp. The burning cavity of a god’s mouth sucking me made me cry out. I felt his throat contract around my glans, his beard scraping my thighs, his hands spreading my legs even farther to keep me fully exposed. He sucked me with a technique no mortal could equal, alternating deep pulls with delicate licks at my frenulum, sucking my balls and bringing them back to my mouth with his tongue, jerking me with his hand at the same time. I writhed, clutching the cushions, unable to withstand the furious rhythm of that divine mouth.

I came before I realized it. A stream of semen spilled into his mouth, and he swallowed it all without lifting his lips, milking me to the very last drop. When at last he released me, he licked his lips and smiled at me with bestial satisfaction.

“Delicious. Very delicious. But that was only an appetizer. Now it is your turn to taste the cock of the one who strikes down the Titans.”

He took me by the hair and forced me upright. His enormous cock was before my face, thick as my forearm and crowned by that swollen glans dripping a viscous fluid. I had never seen a cock like it, a divine scepter that seemed impossible to take into my mouth. But Astraeus did not accept refusals: he pressed the back of my head forward, and the tip struck my lips.

“Open up. Suck the cock of the one who weaves the lightning. And do it eagerly, let it show.”

I opened my mouth, and he pushed it in slowly, letting me taste the salty flavor of his fluid. I began to lick the glans, sucking it as best I could, clumsy with the awkwardness of someone who had never sucked anyone. Astraeus guided me by the hair, setting the pace, forcing me to take more and more of him. My eyes filled with tears when he reached the back of my throat, but he would not let me pull away. Instead, he thrust several times, fucking my mouth with short strokes that made me gag.

“That’s it, good boy. You learn quickly. That mouth of yours was made to serve the gods.”

When he finally released me, I was gulping and gasping, saliva running down my chin, while the god’s cock gleamed from the work of my tongue. Astraeus turned me roughly, putting me on all fours atop the triclinium, my ass raised and exposed. I felt his huge hands spread my buttocks wide, and then his hot tongue licking my asshole, coating it with saliva and slipping into the tight ring.

“No one has ever touched you here, have they? I am going to be the first. The only one. This ass will be mine for all eternity.”

He buried his tongue as deeply as he could while I trembled and moaned on the bed. Then he inserted a thick, saliva-slick finger that forced its way through my virgin entrance. I cried out at the discomfort, but he continued, adding a second finger, moving them in circles, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. He found a spot inside me that made me see stars, and from then on every movement of his fingers tore cries of pleasure from me.

Astraeus traveled over my body as though excavating rivers and mountains across the untouched map of my skin, until he seized my hips and drew me toward him. I was at his mercy like a frightened maiden on her wedding night. His member, swollen with power, pointed in the direction of desire, and I could almost feel the whisper of it brushing my thigh.

“Say yes. Accept my gift. Take the place that belongs to you beside me.”

I hesitated for a few moments. I looked at the sturdy, wooded body that eclipsed me. The face of the god for whom I had poured libations at so many banquets, before whose statues I had left offerings so prosperity would bathe my father’s kingdom. And now he wanted to bless me with an honor no mortal could enjoy. My heart hammered against my chest. I felt like the deer about to be hunted. Only this time, I believed myself fortunate.

“I accept,” my voice muttered, almost without permission.

The ever-imperturbable Astraeus smiled. At once he took me for himself. I felt his enormous glans pressing against my entrance, testing the ring, forcing it, and then the push, slow and firm, unstoppable as a river swelling in a storm. The strength of a god, the power of lightning, the vigor of a father—all of it filled me at once in a sudden burst of pleasure. I writhed beneath such a force of nature. A moan escaped me, and I did not know whether it reverberated through the halls of the summit or reached the ears of mortals far below. I felt divinity course through my veins and limbs, like the song of a hundred glorious choirs.

The father of the gods’ cock split me in two. It was as though lightning had pierced me from head to foot, pain mingled with pleasure so intense that I could not tell where one ended and the other began. Astraeus penetrated me to the hilt, until his heavy balls struck mine, and remained there for a few moments, letting me feel the impossible size inhabiting me.

“You are so tight, son of Eumelus. That ass of yours squeezes my cock as though it did not want to let it out.”

He began to move. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, then buried it again with a single thrust, with a force that shook my entire body and dragged me forward across the triclinium. His hands held my hips to keep me in place, fingers digging into my flesh. I clung to the cushions as he fucked me, my mouth open in one continuous scream, unable to articulate anything but his name.

“Astraeus... Astraeus... harder...!”

“Take the cock of the one who struck down the Titans. Take what no mortal has ever tasted.”

His thrusts were firm, carrying the unchanging rhythm of one who had fought and defeated Titans, who had seized the throne from his own father, the devourer of children. But he also possessed the experience of a born lover, one who had conquered his elusive wife and lain with mortals and goddesses alike. That was the face looking straight at me when he turned me over on the bed, the body that penetrated me again and again with my legs raised over his shoulders, shaking the innocence from me and schooling me in love.

Now he looked into my eyes as he fucked me, and in his I saw the fixed brilliance of lightning, the ferocity of the storm, the hunger of a god claiming what he considered his by right. His cock moved inside me without pause, striking that spot that drove me mad, while his hairy mouth sought mine and devoured me in brutal kisses. My cock, hard again, bounced against my belly with every thrust. Astraeus seized it once more and jerked me in time with his strokes. I was undone, surrendered, incapable of thinking of anything but his member filling me and his fingers milking me.

“Do you feel what it is like to be fucked by a god, boy? Do you feel your ass widening to accommodate your lord?”

“Yes... yes, my lord... don’t stop, I beg you...”

“I have no intention of stopping. I will not stop until I fill your guts with my come. Then I will do it again. And again. And again. This ass of yours is mine for all eternity.”

Every time he reached the deepest part of me, an ecstatic fervor boiled within me unlike anything I had ever felt. He took me, handled me, made me rise to the heavens and beyond, stirred all my senses. His thrusts quickened. The triclinium creaked beneath the weight of our two bodies. The muscles in his arms and hairy torso tensed with every blow. I was about to come a second time without even needing his hand, solely from the rocking of his cock against that magical spot that only a god could have found with such precision.

“Come with me, son of Eumelus. Come when I fill your entrails.”

Astraeus snorted with every thrust, like a beast in heat, until he released a long growl and spilled his seed into his young conquest. His cock throbbed inside me, shooting jet after jet of divine semen that filled me until I overflowed. At that same instant I came too, spattering my belly and the god’s hairy torso, with a cry that shook the marble walls of the room. The heat of that essence spread across my belly and, along with it, granted me the gift of immortality.

Without leaving me, the father of the gods sought my lips again and kissed them with delight, as though tasting honey. A light, fleeting touch. When at last he withdrew his cock, a thick thread of warm seed slid down the inner side of my thigh. Astraeus gathered it with two fingers and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them without hesitation, savoring the essence of the father of the gods. He looked at me proudly and whispered in my ear:

“You will be happy at my side. You will see.”

With that promise he withdrew and left me to rise and bathe in the same baths used by the immortals. He gave me a silk tunic so pure, white, and soft that even the most skilled weaver in the western lands could never have conceived it. Its golden trim gleamed at the slightest flash of light and marked me, beyond all doubt, as one more inhabitant of the Eternal Summit.

***

Meanwhile, down on earth, my disappearance had not gone unnoticed. King Eumelus sent search parties, which returned unsuccessful, without a single trace of his son. The monarch sobbed inconsolably over his loss. Astraeus took pity on him and sent his winged messenger to comfort him. He told him of my fortune, assured him that I would be happy at his side and enjoy a long and prosperous life among the gods. As compensation, he gave him a team of mares whose hooves were as swift as whirlwinds. Thus my father ceased to grieve for me.

My existence was, in truth, a fortunate one, with neither death nor old age ever stalking me. I shared the bed of the thunderbolt-bearer whenever he summoned me and poured wine into his cup during countless feasts. The gods celebrated my arrival. Only one was displeased by my presence: Astraeus’s wife, who was irritated by the sight of me and furious that her husband flaunted that infidelity so shamelessly before her. But she plotted no revenge against me.

When the time came, it would be my descendants who paid a far worse fate.