A story about the son of Pan, some nymphs, music, lovemaking, and flowers, by R J Dent.
The rites start. We all start drinking, fucking, eating, laughing, listening to or playing music. I play my new tune and get blown by a nymph simultaneously. Everyone’s fucking, sucking, licking, biting, thrusting, bouncing, slapping, gasping, panting, coming. Everyone does everyone else.
When the atmosphere’s good, Dionysus turns up. Everyone gets really respectful. Some think he’s a god. Whatever works, I suppose. We all troop into the cave to bring out the sacrificial maiden. I get a shock. It’s Cassandra.
I nip out a bit sharpish and tell Dionysus he can’t have her. He asks why not. I say because I’ve already fucked her and she’s no longer a virgin. I get some shit for this, but I have spoiled his birthday treat, so understandably he’s a bit pissed off.
Sometimes not being a virgin can cause a lot of trouble.
In the end, he picks another maiden – this time one who actually is a virgin – and he fucks her to death. I don’t see the fun in killing virgins myself, but different strokes for different folks, I suppose.
Anyway, after the orgy and its culmination, I get banished from Arcadia. It’s just jealousy. Dionysus had wanted what I’d had. Sour grapes. I protest, but Dionysus has years of tradition and superstition behind him, so everyone takes his side. I pack my few things and leave Arcadia. On my way out, I play my sad and melancholy tune on my syrinx. They’ll miss my music.
I start my wandering and compose some new tunes. After a few days of walking, I find a grass clearing. I see a small temple, a few statues – the three Graces, Zeus and Aphrodite, a few olive trees, and the inevitable nymphs paying their respects to the statues. I stroll over to the mouth of the cave and start to play a tune. One of the maidens sits down by me. I ask her name. She tells me it is Tarpeia. She asks mine. I tell her. She says she likes my music. I tell her I like her tits. I say breasts. They’re beautiful. We go into the cave. We make love. Luckily, Tarpeia is not a virgin.
Sometimes, being a virgin – of any kind – can cause a lot of trouble.
The Origins of Goatboy
© R J Dent (2010)
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