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  Jason & the Muses

  By D J Owen

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  Jason and the muses

  Lounging against the wall Jason scratched his head absentmindedly, a frown playing about his features. His lanky frame was covered by a thread bare white robe that was common to all poets and playwrights in the city. A mop of unruly brown hair topped his twenty year old head and flowed part way down his back. Occasionally it would stray into his face but so engrossed in his thoughts was he that he paid it no mind, instead just flicking it away. When they could be seen storm grey eyes looked out from his face, which could either be lit with a smile that would brighten the gods or obscured by a frown the likes of which could send woman weeping.

  “Fuck” he screamed out giving vent to frustration that had plagued him for days. This poem was just not going to come together and if he didn’t present a worthwhile poem at the forum in a week’s time he would be sent home in disgrace. Throwing parchment and quill across the room Jason sat on the rooms only chair with his head in his hands. Getting up with a jerk he made his way over to his bed and lay down upon it. “What the hell can I do” he muttered into the air, “I’ve tried getting drunk to unleash my subconscious. I’ve tried fighting to unleash my inner Ares; I’ve tried chewing Orris root and eating those strange mushrooms that you can get. What the hell is left for me to try?”

  A knock at the door sounded but Jason didn’t bother getting up. He lay there with his eyes covered by one arm trying to compel inspiration to come to him by sheer force of will. He heard the door open and then a male voice in the darkness of his arm “so I guess you still have no idea what to write for next week?” “Vesilis you have no idea what I’m going through. Nothing seems to sound right. For some reason what I hear in my head will not come out properly and I am running out of time”. a sigh in the darkness that covered his sight and then “I take it you have tried all the usual ways to get out of your head, wine, violence, the herbs of illusion?” “Of course I have. Nothing at all seems to work”.

  A hand grabbed his arm and pulled it away and suddenly Jason’s sight was filled with the face of his blond haired friend. “Well have you tried petitioning the muses?” Throwing off the hand on his arm Jason swung his legs off the bed and sat on the edge “the muses? No I haven’t tried them. You’ve heard the stories; they send men mad with ideas that can’t be uttered”. Vesilis looked at him for a moment and then said the one thing Jason couldn’t be “Well I guess you could go home a failure then” he uttered like a prophecy of doom.

  Jason heaved an angry sigh and relented “fine” he said sulkily, “I suppose I could try them. What do I need to do? Sacrifice a goat? Or do I bath in the water of Athens or something?” Vesilis sat down next to him and looked around the mess that was the room “no you dolt, each muse has and things they like. You have to choose one and sacrifice to her. They have a temple next to the bardic school. Pop in and talk to the priest there. I’m sure if you have the money he can point you in the right direction”. Slapping Jason on the back his interloper got up. “Seriously give it a go. It can’t hurt after all and the gods love a pious man”. Jason got up as well and showed his sudden and uninvited guest out “maybe I will”.

  Two hours later saw Jason at the temple of the muses, a small temple compared to some of the others in town but big enough for him, especially since temples always gave him the shivers. Walking in he was immediately approached by a priest and he wasted no time in pleasantries. “Priest I need to make a sacrifice to the muses however I have no idea what to sacrifice or to which one”. The priest bobbed his head, mostly to hide a frown that came over his face “very

  good master, doves are the usual sacrifice but it really depends on what muse you wish to petition”. Jason stared at the priest in confusion “How many are there?” he asked. “Nine” the simple reply shocked him “so many? Well this is your world, what would you suggest?” The priest ushered him to one side as another student of the bard school came through the doors. “Tell me is the need very great?”

  Jason looked at the priest in amazement. “Is my need very great? Why else would I be here good priest? Of course the need is great. I cannot create; my life is bereft of meaning!” he wailed histrionically. the priest bowed his head once again, this time to hide his smile “May I suggest this then my lord, why not sacrifice to three of them and to make sure of a response you make it a big sacrifice. Perhaps something that will get their attention and show your respect to the sisters of inspiration”. Jason nodded his head in approval “The plan makes sense. Very well name your price and make the sacrifice for me”. Within minutes money had exchanged hands and Jason went into a private room where a priest chanted and prayed and sacrificed three good swine, one for each muse Jason had chosen. It was messy and loud but at the end of it Jason felt like he had done everything he could and hopeful he went home in good spirits. The sky was darkening and getting home he drank some wine in celebration and laying down on his bed he soon feel into a fitful slumber.

  A warm hand shook him awake and it took Jason a few moments to properly come to his senses. When he did he wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming. Staring down at him was the face of a woman, young enough to be his sister and old enough make his loins stir. Standing up from the bed he faced the young woman dressed in a spun white robe, ample of bosom and curvy of hip she had hair of spun gold, eyes of a green field and a face that was if not beautiful then certainly very pretty. “I have come to give you inspiration young poet”. Her voice tinkled like music to his ears as she continued “My name is Thalia and I can give you knowledge of comedic poetry if that is your wish”.

  Jason was about to stammer a response when another voice called out “hold sister” and as Thalia moved to one side, a frown forming on her pretty face he saw another white clad woman, older, taller than the first and slimmer. Hair of darkest night and eyes the colour of a ravens wing her voice promised a litany of pleasure and pain equally depending on how you answered her. “He sacrificed to me to so he has to choose”. Turning to Jason she continued “My name is Clio and I have knowledge of heroic poetry if you so wish to learn” dropping her voice an octave so it gave off a throaty purr she continued “I could show you such sights if you would just be mine poet”.

  “Ha” snorted the younger muse “any sights you would show him would no doubt send him mad. My charms are more than enough to enchant any man”. A third voice entered the fray and Jason sat back down on his bed. This new creature was older than both and had hair of the chestnut tree with eyes of the sea. Her body was curvy but
not too much and her voice held the promise of experience. “Well poet it seems you have quite a problem here. My name is Calliope and I have knowledge of the epics” turning slightly to the other two she continued “I also have skills enough to put both of these to shame”. Outraged stuttering met her claim but she ignored them both “It seems poet you must choose which of us will give you the benefit of her knowledge”.

  “Err” Jason started not quite sure what to do and still slightly fuddled by wine “Could I perhaps have a little time to think about this oh beautiful ladies?” Clio raised a shapely eyebrow “It seems our poet is flustered by all of our attention” whilst Thalia simply replied “Any man would be flustered by my attention”. Calliope put a stop to any further bickering with a simple

  wave. “Very well, we will meet again here in three mornings hence. Then you will choose which of us to give yourself to. I urge you to choose carefully poet”. Turning she held out her hands to the other two “come sisters” and taking their hands all three disappeared.

  “Gods” Jason muttered to himself and walking over to his wash bowl ran a wet hand over his face. It was still the middle of the night and as odours not particularly wholesome reached his nose he pulled off his robe and washed himself before going back to his bed. Lying in bed with a single sheet covering his nakedness he lay with his hands behind his head, eyes closed and spoke into the darkness. “Three muses. I only wanted one and now I must choose. How am I supposed to choose from three such as those?”

  “Well let me make that easy for you” a musical voice interrupted his reverie and opening his eyes he stared into the face of Thalia, the youngest and most ample of the three. She was floating just above him, face to face, toe to toe and she was close enough he could smell the cloves on her breath. Her hair hung down like golden rain and fell on his bar arm like a promise. “Do you not think I am pretty poet?” she asked and Jason nodded quickly “very beautiful my lady”. She ran her hands over her stomach and upwards, squeezing her ample breasts as she passed “and do you not want my body poet?” Jason swallowed, suddenly dry mouthed “any man would lady”.

  She clicked her fingers and her robe disappeared. Jason suddenly found himself looking at the naked muse as she floated there above him, her large breasts unencumbered by a robe now able to swing down and settle just above his lips achingly out of reach. Jason felt stirrings and his cock sprung up, fully engorged from the show in front of him and poking into the sheet that covered him. Thalia giggled, “It looks like you do want my body. I wonder poet if I gave you my body would that sway you to choose me?” She suddenly lowered and grabbing the sheet she gave an almighty tug and sent if flying. Looking down she saw Jason’s stiff cock standing proudly “I am not displeased poet. Tell me do you know how to use that?”

  She lowered herself until they were touching. Lying on top of him, her full large breasts on his chest and his cock flattened against his stomach she grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him desperately. Jason found himself kissing her back and brought his hands up to hold her body close. Sliding his hands up her back he felt her warm flesh squirm on top of him and she broke the kiss to nibble at his neck and ear. Whispering “make me yours poet” she continued nibbling and kissing his neck, jaw and mouth as he ran his hands over her. Running his hands down he grabbed her buttocks, one in each hand and squeezed making Thalia squeal in delight.

  “Yes” she moaned as he continued to caress her and turning he pushed her onto her back. Leaning down he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her welcoming mouth whilst his hand grabbed her breast, thumb playing with her nipple which soon stood proud and high. He felt warmth on his cock and looked down to see her small hand grabbing him and as it started to move he felt ripples of pleasure run up and down his body. Looking back he saw her nipple standing proud and encircled it with his lips, running his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth. She moaned and emboldened he let his hand run over her stomach and down, into that golden forest of hair and then slick wetness met his fingers.

  Her hand moved faster and he moved himself out of reach teasing her. Running his hand over her wet warmth he delved downwards and finding her opening slipped a finger within her. Thalia moved her hips slightly, a sign she wanted more and he obliged pushing first one and then two fingers deep within her. He felt a hand on his head and leaving her breasts he turned to her and saw indecision. Then she pushed downwards and he understood, kissing his way down,

  tasting her flesh as he went until he got to her dripping cunt and flicking blond hair away with one hand he tasted the muses strangely spicy taste.

  Crouching beside her he sent his tongue swirling through, lapping at her as quickly as possible whilst his two fingers built up a rhythm pushing in and out. Wet lips clenched at him as he worked, sighs and groans erupting from behind him spurred him on and he hooked his fingers, rubbing every inner part of her that he could get to. Inner muscles contracted and clenched around his fingers and he heard whispered pleas before she screamed out her pleasure. Pushing his head away he looked up and saw her chest, red as rubies and her face sheen with sweat. Keeping his fingers within her he moved his face up and kissed her, sharing that special taste that she had and he felt her grind her hips against his fingers as she pulled him close.

  Pulling his fingers out of her he was met with a disappointed guttural growl and eager now she pulled him between her legs. Grabbing him with one hand Thalia began to manipulate his warm smooth cock whilst with her other hand she held up her one of her large full breasts for his mouth to feast upon. Balancing on his arms he complied and tasted her warm flesh before sucking one hard nipple into his mouth. He felt himself harden and then she was pulling him into her, feelings of warmth and wetness surrounded his sensitive organ and then his body took over and his hips started to move, pushing himself into her as deeply as he could go.

  With legs wide Thalia accepted him and used one hand to keep his mouth on her tit whilst the other raked his back urging him in his movements. Small urgent grunts came from her mouth with every thrust of his hips and she released his head to enable both hands to grab his ass and use it to urge his cock deeper into her. Burrowing his head into her neck he grabbed her breasts with his hands, eager to feel handfuls of flesh whilst he fucked her as hard as he could. He heard her moans increase in noise and it tipped Jason over his own edge into pleasure. With a sob he fucked her in frenzy for a few more seconds and then with a deep groan of pleasure he felt himself release into her, pumping his seed deep inside. She grabbed his ass and pulled him deeply inside her whilst he did this and he felt drained. Finally he stopped and he pulled out of her and collapsed, rolling to one side.

  They lie there together, sweat cooling on their bodies and Jason’s cock limp and wet on his thigh. Thalia turned and threw an arm over him and he felt her nibbling his shoulder, then he felt her hand on his chin and she turned it towards her for a kiss. He turned onto his side and placing a hand on her cheek he kissed her long and tenderly. When they broke apart Thalia looked at him with those green eyes and stroked his chest with her hand. “Are you done so soon my poet?” she asked in an innocent voice, betraying that voice with her hand that stroked ever downwards and then cupped his cock gently stroking it.

  Turning onto her back she kept hold on him with one hand and the other she used to run down her own body. “Can my body not stir you to greatness?” she asked as her fingers dipped downwards and invaded her blond thatch, slipping between lips still wet with their combined juices. Lewdly she slipped her hand between those lips and then spread her fingers allowing him to see every part of her. Slipping a finger inside herself she sighed contentedly. “Mount me again my poet” she moaned as both hands moved and to his surprise he felt himself stiffen again. Moving between her legs he let her guide him and with glee he slipped into her soaking slippery channel. Grabbing a leg with each hand he rested them against his shoulders and then pushed in deep, easily sliding into her.

  Thalia grabbed the
sheet with both hands as Jason fucked her hard. Her large breasts bouncing with every slap, every grunt of his was sending a little thrill of pleasure throughout her body. Her nipples hardened and she watched as her lover grabbed handfuls of flesh with his

  hands, manipulating her breasts, squeezing them and with thumb and forefinger squeezing her nipples making them harder still and sending bolts of pleasure through her. Each slap of flesh was the feeling of his cock hitting her inside and she felt full. A moan escaped her mouth and she saw him smile at that “more my poet, fill me with your hard cock” she said between moans and he leant forward in response changing his angle and getting deeper still.

  She slipped a hand between them and started rubbing herself in desperation to feel that overwhelming rush of pleasure she had felt earlier. Jason made to let go of her breasts but she gasped out “no” begging him to squeeze them more with her eyes as her hand moved. Faster and faster they moved together, each urging the other one until Thalia gave out a huge gasp and Jason felt her clamp down on his cock squeezing and undulating wildly. He gave out a gasp of his own and once again he filled her with his seed, pumping it into her in such quantities that it leaked from her and dripped down onto his bed. They fell apart with a sigh each sticky with the others juices.

  They stayed that way for a while, enjoying the warmth coming off each other’s bodies and the cool night air as their sweat dried. Thalia moved to the edge of the bed and stood up, stretching to show off every curve of her body. Holding out her hand she snapped her fingers and once again she was clothed in her white robe that she had been wearing earlier. “I trust this gives you some idea of how grateful I can be poet if you choose me in three days time?” Jason looked over to her and nodded “Absolutely beautiful lady” he replied carefully and she nodded. “Good” she said and with a wave of her hand she disappeared from view and Jason, drained of all energy and suddenly tired fell asleep.