HECATE
2,148 Years Before the Final Exodus
For years, Hecate had languished in the home of her mother. Not so much mourning as it was living in a daze. Ever since her birth, Hera had cared for and been a friend to Hecate, unlike her father. And then Hera just gave up. She died and would not be resurrected.
No mourning tonight.
The only daze she was in was caused by chamalla and ambrosia. Dozens of people crowded the house between the Gates of Hera. Music blared from every room. Drink and drugs were mixed together in large bowls on the table with empty cups nearby. Hecate stumbled through the sitting area passing by two different couples, naked and copulating. She laughed and pushed her way through to the dining area.
She was mildly annoyed that the drink bowl was still fairly full. "I said, 'Party,' people!" Everyone around lifted their cups toward her and continued dancing and talking. Hecate didn't recall that when a Lord was intoxicated, humans nearby could feel the intoxication through their Chara. They didn't need to drink or drug it up as much as she wanted them to.
She drank a large cup of alcohol, dissolving pills floating inside, in one gulp. She fell back against the wall and laughed. She couldn't hear herself think with the music and she walked back into the living room. The music was loud there, too, and there were more people fornicating. A pile of four people in a corner had attracted a small crowd. Hecate was intrigued and walked over to watch. The two men and two women were sweaty and slipping off each other. It was a mass of flesh that, to a sober person, may have seemed lacking in sexual precision. But to this crowd, it was hot.
Hecate licked her lips and reached her hand into her pants, pleasuring herself. She did so for only a moment and the sexual shift in her Chara caused the men nearby to immediately sport erections – if they weren't already – and for the women to lean over to others and grab their necks, plunging tongues into mouths.
Hecate collapsed onto her knees, still rubbing herself. Two other couples, including two women together, began to disrobe and copulate right there. Hecate grabbed a man walking by and removed his pants. She grabbed his hips and immediately began to fellate him. He fell into a pleasured haze quickly, but Hecate was disgusted.
"Frak! I need someone with a big cock!" Her voice carried across the room and drew some laughter and a few men toward her.
It was a continual source of frustration for the Olympians, especially the females. Due to the proportion difference, there weren't many human males who could sexually please a female Olympian via intercourse. More than a couple of the Olympian goddesses engaged in lesbian relationships with human women for that very reason.
Six men arrayed themselves near Hecate and she stood up. They had all dropped their pants and were holding their penises out for examination. Hecate laughed and began to point, "No. No. Maybe … not enough girth, though. Oh, yes!" She immediately grabbed the tall one and kissed him. With one hand, she pulled her pants off and guided him into her vagina. Standing, they frakked before she laid him on the couch and finished herself off.
After her orgasm, she looked around the room and found that her excited Chara had caused nearly everyone to begin fornicating. She retrieved her pants and put them back on. Laughing again as she stepped over the bouncing buttocks of one man, Hecate walked out of opened doors onto the large deck overseeing the mountains.
She leaned on the railing and looked down into the valley below. She breathed the night air deeply and heard the stirrings of people behind her. The crowd tonight was mostly young; early twenties. She found most of them at a Bacchanalia last month. The others she picked up at various underground nightclubs. All of them loved to drink. They loved to frak. They loved Hecate. The last time she had partied anything like this was about a millennium ago. Even then, she didn't go to these extremes. She didn't care.
She turned around and found her sexual partner from a few minutes before kneeling and holding up a large cup of wine. She took the cup with a smile and raised it toward the other people who were now crowding onto the deck.
"To us!" They roared with approval and Hecate drank it all down. "Dionysus has nothing on me!"