I heard Apollo whimper into the kiss and need blazed through me.
Breaking away from each other Zeus stared intently at him. “Remember, neither of you are to cum without our express permission. Are you ready to show Star what a good boy you can be?” he asked, his voice rough with want.
Apollo's response was swift and unwavering, a testament to his submission. "Yes, Sir," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation and reverence.
A hungry smile curved on Zeus's lips, his dominance asserting itself further. "Very good, undress for us, and put on a show," he commanded.
Without hesitation, Apollo gracefully stepped back, positioning himself so that every eye in the room could witness as he began to strip, peeling the perfectly tailored jacket from his body.
He had a gold corset underneath, that was only revealed when he took off the jacket.
Fuck, it was hot.
AsApollocontinuedhisseductive undressing, the room continued to fill with a charged energy, the air heavy with hunger. Every movement he made was deliberate and enticing, his hands gliding over his body with sensual grace. He very slowly unfastened the corset one eyelet at a time and when he was done with that he then slowly unbuttoned the shirt beneath it, letting them fall to the ground, exposing his chiseled chest and sculpted abs.
And pierced nipples.
My eyes were glued to him, the sight of his naked chest and the metal rings through his nipples sending a surge of heat through my veins. It was clear that Apollo was not only submissive but also a performer, skilled in the art of captivating an audience. He moved with a mesmerizing rhythm, his body swaying to an unheard melody, inviting us all into his sensual world.
Zeus's gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with intensity as he watched Apollo's enticing display. His need for control was obvious, and it seemed that every move Apollo made was a calculated effort to please him.
As Apollo turned, his golden brown gaze locked with mine for a brief moment, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It was as if he knew the effect he was having on me, and the thought of being the object of his desire only fueled my own arousal. I felt my pussy throb, an ache that begged to be relieved.
Apollo's confidence was intoxicating, his movements fluid and deliberate. His fingers traced along the waistband of his pants, teasingly inching lower as he seductively removed them, baring his naked form to the hungry gazes that feasted upon him.
As the last remnants of clothing fell away, Apollo stood before us in just his mask, his body a masterpiece. Every curve, every line of his body exuded sensuality, drawing us deeper into his world of passion.
Apollo's gaze shifted, locking with mine once more, his mischievous glint stirred a deep ache within me, a craving that demanded to be satisfied. It was a silent invitation, an unspoken promise of pleasures yet to come.
Zeus, his voice laced with lust, finally broke the spell that had entranced us all. "Such a good boy for us, now help our sweet Star undress," he commanded, his tone both commanding and inviting.
As Zeus's command hung in the air, Apollo, still radiating with both confidence and submission, turned his full attention toward me. With a sensual and deliberate stride, he closed the distance between us, his eyes behind his mask fixed on mine, his gaze filled with an alluring mixture of hunger and reverence.
Reaching out, Apollo's warm hand gently brushed against my cheek below my own mask, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. His touch was soft and sensual, igniting a fire within me that burned with a primal need. With each caress, he traced a path along my jawline, his fingers dancing lightly, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake.
As Apollo's fingers trailed downward, they found the fabric of my wrap dress, the soft material caressing my skin. With a gentle tug, he began to unravel the dress, revealing the delicate and intricate lingerie I wore beneath.
The room was electrified as Apollo, with meticulous care, exposed the lace that adorned my body. The delicate fabric clung to my curves, accentuating every contour, while intricate patterns teased and enticed, leaving just enough to the imagination. The colors complemented the hues of the room, mirroring the seductive ambiance that enveloped us all.
Zeus's eyes burned with a hunger that matched my own, his voice resonating with command. "Take your time, Apollo," he instructed, his tone a blend of authority and appreciation. "Let us all savor the sight of our beautiful Star."
Apollo's movements, now focused solely on undressing me, became a sensual dance. With each unveiling, his touch brushed against my skin, sending waves of anticipation coursing through me. He reveled in the power he held, aware of the effect he had on me and the others in the room.
Ares, unable to contain his longing any longer, stepped forward, his presence magnetic. His strong hands grazed my sides, leaving a trail of heat as he joined Apollo in removing my dress slowly, their movements synchronized in their shared purpose.
Hermes trailed his fingers along my spine, his touch was feather-light yet sent a ripple of awareness through my whole body.
As the last traces of fabric fell to the floor, I stood before them in only my mask, exposed and vulnerable, my body a canvas. The air crackled with anticipation, and the hunger in their eyes mirrored my own.
The men stepped away from me, Apollo’s gaze lowering once more in deference to the other men in the room as we both stood there naked in front of them.
Zeus moved to stand in front of me, his gray eyes taking in my body. He brushed his fingers along my jaw again. “Are you going to be a good girl for us?” He asked.
I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Sir."
Zeus's touch intensified, his fingers trailing down my neck, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. He took a step closer, his commanding presence enveloping me. "Undress me," he commanded firmly, his voice echoing through the room.
Beside us, I could see Apollo already moving to slowly undress Ares and Hermes.