The twice-born child threw back his head and laughed, his eyes now dancing as he took another draught. He turned to his deadly mistress and handed her the urn, at once feeling nothing but deepest desire.
“Wet your lovely lips and hark at this!”
As she raised the earthenware jar to her sweet, pink mouth a murmur of surrender left her star-crossed lover. “Fair-breasted Queen of my most erotic dreams - he may become a poet, my proud brother, but sure as day is night he is no lover.“
She took a second sip as he kissed her milk-white throat. Her voice was teasing, as ever. “Poor Dionysus, has your wine gone bitter! Who better than Apollo, voice of all reason, to relay the will of God to man?”
“Once again you wound me, daughter of the white-flecked foam. Would you really prefer his endless rationing to immortal death from too much loving?” His mouth fell down upon her breast, warm and soft as velvet beneath the silky, see-through dress.
Her eyes followed his mouth. “You play to your strengths, I’ll grant you that, but what if death holds no temptation, even if the manner of dying might so much?”
“Pearl of Poseidon’s sea, how cruel that you pretend not to see! The fairest - females - of the universe have an inner understanding of my mystery…”
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