EPILOGUE - ARIC
My time with Star begins the same way it does with the other bros. She comes into my bed in the middle of the night—naked. And she is always eager to please me in whatever way I desire. It’s like my pleasure is her pleasure.
It’s nice. Almost normal.
But it’s what we do outside the bedroom that turns me on the most.
We never wear clothes on our day because I don’t have work. We even walk around the house naked. Unashamed when Quaid or Declan notice.
They like it. I mean… I like it when she’s with them. Because fuck yeah, I listen at the door when she’s screaming Declan’s name. And hell yes I take a peek into Quaid’s room when he’s making Declan and Star bow to his will and whims.
I like that they enjoy the spectacle that Star and I put on. I mean, what’s the fun of walking around naked—all hot and bothered, and wet, and hard—if there’s no one around to see?
I might be a bit of an exhibitionist.
But I’m in the right place for that because this world we landed in? This Paradise? Turns out, it’s Tartarus. The actualprison of the Titans. Which isn’t a prison because, obviously, it’s Paradise.
Anyway, the point is… the Titans are all exhibitionists. I’ve seen dozens of Titan couples sneaking into the bushes for a fuck or ducking into a bathroom stall for a quick blowjob. At first, I didn’t know what to think about this. But then I realized that they always made sure that someone was watching them before they do this stealing away.
There’d be some kissing. Then a little petting. His hand would find her leg under a table and pull it over to his dick, helping her jerk him off a little. Or maybe the woman would be wearing a dress and would open her legs under a table, and slip his hand between them.
Figuring out that this was a thing here—that sex to a Titan was a presentation best observed by others—awakened something inside of me. A desire to fit in… maybe?
I mean, what’s the point of being an exhibitionist if you don’t have a voyeur to appreciate your performance?
So far, no one’s done anything right out in public, but if they did, I certainly wouldn’t object. It’s kind of my duty to participate as their voyeur.
When Star and I hone our performance and take it public, I certainly expect people to be watching.
When we got to Paradise, the residents here came to greet us. A crowd of about fifty came down the hill from the village and made introductions.
Of course, they knew the portal was there. They had all come through it to get here. But it had been a very, very long time since anyone new appeared.
We were welcomed into the village. They set us up with a house big enough to accommodate our arrangement, and then, over the course of a couple of weeks, we integrated. There’s a war college here and, as the son of Ares, I was invited to speak to thestudents about Olympus, and the Labyrinth, and how I defeated the Minotaur.
I’m like… a professor.
Which is weird, but not in a bad way.
Especially since college campuses are a hot bed of exhibitionism. And the students are very serious about making it hard for the voyeurs to find them. It’s like a challenge, I think.
It’s fun. I like the atmosphere.
Though, as a respected member of the faculty, I don’t partake in the game.
Shortly after I settled in to collegiate life, Quaid had me make an introduction to my colleagues in the Tech College. He works there, trying to replicate the glasses Apollo made for him even though he doesn’t need them anymore. His organic eyes do everything they did, and more.
Declan, not wanting to be left out, forged his own path ahead by approaching the portal masters. He is the son of Hermes, after all. I’m not sure what he’s working on over there, but he seems happy with it.
And little Star?
She’s the happiest of us all.
