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I feared Erastos and Alcaeus would not come that day.

Mount Olympus towered over the hilly landscape as I awaited at its base. A lone owl hooted in the distance alongside a lonely songbird, signaling that evening would arrive soon had one been blind to the descending sunset to the west. Or the cool spring wind blowing in one's cheekfur, combined with the gentle warmth of Helios' burning grin in the sky.

“Where are you? How long must I torture myself by standing here?"

I wondered if this was what Hades felt when he first waited for his beloved Queen to fly in his arms that first winter. Had he worried that Demeter would not abide by their agreement, and separate her offspring from his husband once more? The next time he joined another symposium on Olympus, I hoped Hades would allow to give me some further insight, if Alcaeus and Erastos did not…did not…

“No," I scolded myself. “You foolish wolf. They will come."

I tried my best to focus on the tales me and my sister Artemis were told as cubs, such as how the ancient base of this very mountain was one of many battlefields during the Titanomachy. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I recounted such memories, my mind returned to the thoughts of a certain red deer and black-maned lion.

Speaking of whom, I perked my ears at an unnatural sound and glanced down the stone path. At first, I considered it a trick of the sunlight, or a mirage of my hopeful imagination, yet the sight of two figures hiking up to the base of the mountain did not cease.

They both wore simple wool tunics, with the larger male—a muscular gold-furred lion with a black mane—gripping a walking stick and the smaller male—a tall red stag who seemed younger, despite being the same age as his counterpart—in a silky chlamys that draped around his lithe frame. Both of them walked closely beside each other in comfortable tandem, though I could tell from this distance how many times the deer secretly marveled at the rear end of his travelling companion.

I chuckled, both in amusement and in weightless relief. Typical Erastos.

From the first days of manhood to today, he and Alcaeus had grown steadily into masculine young furs. I immediately thought back to the day I first laid my eyes on them, two strapping boys not a week past their eighteenth summer, sneaking out from their respective homes at twilight to enjoy themselves in private exploration. They both lived in the mortal city-state of Dion, near the base of Mount Olympus, with the deer born the son of a war general and the lion the son of a talented poet and part-time athlete.

One of them would later speak of meeting by chance when Alcaeus' father hired Erastos and his family to furnish his office. This occurred years ago in their youth, and both fell in love at first sight. They were also aware of the consequences of what would happen if word escaped to the public that the son of a war general willingly submitted himself to another man of lower class. Yet that night, under cover of darkness once I rode my chariot away, I watched them make love for the first time across countless future nights.

And each time I watched from afar, I never came harder in my eternal life. Or stifled any euphoric moans and shudders with such previous strength.

Now at long last, after twelve months apart, all three of us saw each other across the great length of the stone path. Without a single word or moment of hesitation, I hurried down the pathway towards them. Neither bothered to wait either, lunging into my arms. Erastos needed to lean up to fully embrace me, while Alcaeus owned little trouble, given his immense stature and soft demeanor.

“I have missed you both so much."

Erastos whimpered into my shoulder. “As have I, Apollo," he softly murmured.

“Me too…" Alcaeus nuzzled into my warm neck.

Silently, we held each other until I broke this tranquil memory by lifting both of their muzzles to meet mine. My lips melted into Alcaeus' first, tasting his feline tongue against mine before I parted and kissed Erastos next. He eagerly leaned up to welcome me, his tongue lapping at my lips as a giggle emitted from mine. Yet soon, a moan escaped from the back of my throat when I heard deep purring behind me, and Alcaeus' cold nose pressing into the side of my neck.

“Hehe, that tickles," I playfully swatted the large feline. “You know I'm—ah!"

“Heh, I know~"

“We must depart at once though," I had to pull away slightly, amused slightly by the deer and lion's reluctance to let me go. “The hour is approaching, and I want to make tonight more memorable than any other."

“But, Apollo…" Erastos spoke up, clasping my paw and offering an uneasy smile, “What of…you know…our answers?"

The air grew thicker. Even Alcaeus, standing behind me as a silent statue, became quiet to hear my response.

“There is plenty of time, beloveds. For now," I smiled softly and glanced between them, ignoring the faint pain in my chest. “I simply wish to be with you both, and enjoy our time together."

Erastos whimpered.

“Do not worry," I soothed him. “You and Alcaeus can give me your answers later tonight when we have…reacquainted ourselves. Hehe."

Sudden smirks crossed their muzzles, Erastos' more so.

“Now then," I clapped my paws thrice.

Across the horizon, a bright light emerged from the distance, descending closer until it came into view. My beloveds both held their paws to their eyes, shielding themselves from the intense illumination of my chariot, led by three beautiful steeds made of molten sunlight.

“Ugh," Erastos groaned, “can you please dim it down again?"

“Yeah" Alcaeus agreed. “We wonder how you tolerate this brightness!"

I could not help but laugh softly. “You mortals and your sensitive eyesight…" A quick snap of my fingers, and it dimmed down to a bearable glow, allowing them to fully see. “I must help guide Helios in his descent, but I believe we can arrive to our destination atop the mountain once my task is complete?"

“Our…destination?" Alcaeus questioned me, his eyes widening with the same wonder from when I first revealed myself. “You mean…we are going…"

Erastos finished for him, “Are we finally going…up to…the top?"

My tail wagged vigorously behind me. “We are!"

“W-Will we be seeing the other gods?" my deer stammered out, his ears perked with intense curiosity. “W-Will Z—I mean…will every other god be there?"

Most mortals remained cautious to utter the names of a god in their presence, even in that of another god's. Doing so gave someone like me power over them. Both he and Alcaeus, when we first knew each other, preferred to call me by 'Lord' or 'Sire', much to my embarrassment. This did not change until months later, when the lion said, “I love you, Apollo," by accident. Nowadays, they never wavered to casually say my name, but remained cautious when speaking of the other gods.

“Hopefully not to the point they will brawl again," I laughed again, stepping into my chariot, and offering a paw to each them. “Now, we cannot delay too long..."

Though hesitant at first, our beloved lion eventually took my paw when Erastos and I guided him behind the chariot's golden railing, his muscular side and pectorals sandwiching me between our beloved deer. He pressed his body into mine, the boy's antlers thankfully shortened so my eye would not be poked out, and I could not ignore their bulges and perked buttocks against my thighs any longer. I could feel myself pant with delight, these two handsome males wrapping an arm around me with a single paw grasping the front of the chariot.

Yet duty called to me.

My paws grabbed onto the reins, “Hya!"

As fast as doves in morning light, we soared far above the clouds and into the heavens. Both of my beloveds yelped with fright at first, tightening their grips onto me as I laughed against the howling winds. However, they eventually opened their eyes to the wondrous sight beneath us: the mortal realm in all its glory from above.

As my steeds led this chariot across the sky, Alcaeus and I marveled at the view of the land and sea. The lion could not resist looking downward, nearly losing his foothold in the chariot. My comforting paw eased him, and I could feel a purr resonate from the back of his throat, down his strong arm and into my stroking fingers while I guided my chariot.

As I commanded Helios' descent over the horizon, Erastos amused me when he slowly reached out of the chariot, his paws feeling the clouds passing us by. His fingers sliced through each one, happiness bubbling from his lips when water dripped down his paws and a huff of cloud escaped his grasped. I entertained him further by soaking us in some clouds. Alcaeus—his fur and chlamys dampened along with ours—wasn't pleased by this, but Erastos' laughter and mine pulled the lion into our joined merriment.

Yet seeing the youthful stag and his smile only returned me to what I saw that night just seven days prior. And the emotions I felt watching from afar as he cried in bed, having argued earlier with his father.

“Father, I am not lying to you! Apollo has made me his beloved mate!"

“Son, you will quit these fantasies, or so help me, by the Gods, I will strike you!"

“It is no fantasy, Father! Alcaeus and I are beloveds to Apollo! He has asked that we—"

SMACK!

“Foolish cub! You are my son and are destined to be my successor!"

“Apollo?" Alcaeus called me. “Is it finished?"

I blinked back to this reality, finding Helios finally finished his descent. The stars above could be visibly seen, from the mighty belt of Orion to Perseus immortalized by his heroic deeds.

“Are you well, love?" Erastos spoke up, concerned glinting in his beautiful green orbs. “Is there something on your mind?"

“Y-Yes, my beloveds," I replied with a wag of my tail, ticking the backs of their legs. “I am fine. Let us depart to Olympus, shall we? Hya!"

***

My chariot danced from the stars down to Earth. Peeking through the clouds and shining just as brilliantly as any rainbow stood the crystalline palaces on the summit.

I gently landed the chariot at the courtyard entrance. One of Hephaestus' crafted servants graciously took the reins to guide my steeds into the stables (both my beloveds couldn't resist staring at the chromium and marble automatons), while another held open the gates for us. I did not even have to tell them Erastos and Alcaeus—mortals as can be—were guests and allowed admission. The deer and lion's awe did not cease however when we delved deeper into the grand hall. Statues of every mineral on Earth lined the corridor alongside some lit torches, while a brilliant skylight trailed down to the inner open courtyard leading to the other palaces.

“It is beautiful, Apollo," Erastos breathed at last. “Do you live here?"

“Heh, of course he lives here, Erastos!" Our beloved lion stifled his snickering to ask, “I think he meant if you live in this particular building?"

“I do not," I shook my muzzle, tousling the small cervine's headfur. This annoyed him slightly, much to me and Alcaeus' amusement. “No, each dweller on Olympus is given a palace of theirs to rule."

When we entered the inner courtyard, surrounded by a patterned marble floor, torches and blooming roses no doubt planted by Aphrodite, Erastos pointed to the largest castle of all.

“I assume that one is your father's?" he guessed correctly.

My smirk resumed. “He loves to show his extravagance."

In all honesty, I would have gone father to say Zeus had the Cyclops built his palace merely to compensate for his…inadequacies. Saying such things aloud would have resulted in one's instant demise, especially if spoken on Olympus let alone to his face.

“Hello, Son!"

I whirled to my left to find a familiar bearded wolf wearing the finest of white robes, his hairy chest comfortably exposed, and the eagle wings on his back draped back. Statues in the mortal world did not depict him as having the latter, but eagles were seen nevertheless as being one of his many symbols besides a bolt of lightning.

Both Alcaeus and Erastos breathed in amazement. “Y-You are…" the latter started to say.

I bowed in respect. “Good evening, Father. I have completed my daily task."

“Obviously," he chuckled mightily. When his eyes befell onto the two mortals standing nervously beside me, the lion and deer bowed their heads. “Oh, that is not so necessary, lads! You are guests in my domain after all!"

“A-Apologies, my Lord." Erastos muttered in fear and immense respect.

Meanwhile, Alcaeus wrapped his rope-like tail around mine, very protectively.

“We are honored to be here, my Lord," he greeted Zeus with bravery in his voice. “Your son has given us a tour of Mount Olympus, and thus far, it is a spectacular sight to behold."

A cocky grin etched itself onto the old wolf's muzzle. “Thank you, lad. And what are your names?"

My deer stepped forward first, placing a paw on his chest.

“I am Erastos of Dion, son of General Olysseus."

My lion then introduced himself next.

“I am Alcaeus, also of Dion, my Lord. Son of the Dionese poet Alexios."

“Hmm," my father glanced between them, then down to me. “I can see why you would fancy them both. They are handsome and cute. I trust you want some privacy while indulging in your carnal desires tonight, Apollo?"

Both my beloved blushed fiercely beneath their cheekfur, the lion visibly curling his tail and the stag trying to make himself smaller on the spot. Before I could even be given the chance to discreetly roll my eyes, Zeus patted my shoulder.

“May I have a word with you alone first?"

I normally would have objected, but the expression on his face was adamant, and his eyes gazing to them—knowingly curious—reminded me that he knew too of the Oracle's prophecy.

“You may." I smiled assuredly back to my beloveds. “I must speak to Zeus about something important, but it will not be for long. You both make yourselves comfortable in my palace in the meantime, okay?"

“O-Okay," Erastos nodded sheepishly.

I kissed him, then Alcaeus who, though uncertain at first, simply nodded.

“Okay, Apollo," he murmured.

A grin spread across my coy muzzle.

“Good kitten." He blushed and embarrassedly growled. “Heh."

I ordered one of the chromium servants nearby, a naked leopardess probably inspired by Aphrodite, to escort my beloveds as I followed Zeus into his palace. Like any other built on Mount Olympus, the walls were composed of the finest of crystals and gold. The statues inside, the largest of which depicted Hera and him during happier days of their marriage, lined up to a marvelous throne carved into the walls. And Zeus gladly sat atop of it to stare down at me.

“Apollo," he asked, “have they given you an answer yet? Do they desire to ascend to godhood?"

My mind drifted. It had been almost five years since I first introduced myself to Erastos and Alcaeus, two of the brightest and most wonder of mortals I ever formed a relationship with. Unlike my other conquests of love, not only had it lasted the longest (Hyacinthus only second) without much conflict or drama, but the feelings I held toward them each grew into passionate fires in my chest. And it would not cease, burning even brighter when a wondrous thought crossed my mind.

“Not yet, Father."

“It has been an entire year since you've last seen either of those mortals, Apollo," he sighed. “Those Oracles in your temple at Delphi said that if you gave them both a year by themselves, to contemplate if godhood was worth abandoning their mortality to be with you, then they would be by your side forever."

“I am fully aware, Father," my tail twitched as I stared down to the marble floor. “I just…fear if it means something else entirely. If one of us does not want to be together, then neither of us will. We agreed to that at least…"

“I could always speak to them alone if that is so," he suggested.

My eyes glared daggers at him. “Do not even think of harming my beloveds, Zeus."

“By Cronos, I would never do such a thing!" he cackled heartily, standing to his feet and descending to my level. “Surely, you would know better of me."

He reexamined my expression for a moment, then sighed once more. I sensed sincerity in his next lecture to me, something rarely witnessed.

“In all honesty, Apollo…I am fully aware that I'm the last god to speak to when it comes to true love. In truth, if I may be so frank, there is no Olympian on this mountain who is perfectly content in the relationships we've formed with mortals."

“What of Eros and Psyche?" I pondered aloud. “She was mortal once."

“You are correct," he nodded, “but the God of Love and Sex has never cared for and prized two beloveds at once, has he? No god has. What you possess with Erastos and Alcaeus is beautiful and equal, but…do you love them both, as much as they love each other?"

The most complete understatement of the current eon. Before I was able to retort his statement however, doubt crept in when I remembered the prior night. It placed an emptying depression in my chest, which grew larger the further I remembered how devoted Erastos was to his father. How he trained hard with the soldiers yet was saddened that the elder stag didn't allow his son to venture into any battle, and how victories in sparring were never enough.

“I must return to them now," I pulled my robes closer, still damp with water.

Zeus flapped his wings. “Good luck to you, Son."

The Palace of Apollo shined near the eastern side of the summit. Like the others, it was carved from marble and polished from crystals. A pavilion entrance led down a corridor to my main andron, displaying a statue of me between two short hallways. The right one led to the spacious bedroom where I had taken some mortals as lovers (tonight, hopefully two more…permanently), while the left led to where I found them in the balcony garden.

As a gift from Helios, I could keep a sliver of sunlight for my possession, keeping it as a decorative centerpiece on the pavilion. Compared to the rest of Mount Olympus bathed in torchlight, my balcony glowed like a miniature sun hovering above.

Any mortal would have been overwhelmed by such a sight, but not Erastos or Alcaeus. I had missed their awe, as they had already stripped off their clothes and hung them to dry on the branch of a laurel tree nearby. This left the mortals completely naked as they playfully wrestled on a patch of grass. I was momentarily distracted by Alcaeus' feline butt as it bounced behind him before finally speaking up.

“Hello beloveds."

Both froze in their stances, gripping the other's arms. My deer looked over our lion's shoulder to me, lowering his heated ears and growing an impressionable erection.

“We-We were just waiting for you," Alcaeus stammered shyly, distracting me once more at the way his half-erect sexuality swung in the air. The musk alone sent me back to when I first tasted his precum,

“Heh, do continue, will you?" I offered, sitting down to watch. “I enjoy this view more than the other one beside us."

“A-Actually," the lion continued, “A-Apollo…I…"

“May I watch you two, please?" Erastos asked for him. The deer stood beside our lion and, patting the shy feline's rear, licked his lips without tearing his eyes away from mine. “Alcaeus has talked much of how he missed sporting with you, Apollo. I have also missed your rivalry for dominance."

Mutual smirks suddenly etched across our muzzles, Alcaeus and I.

I stood back to my footpaws and promptly shed my clothes and trinkets. Erastos stepped aside and leaned back on the warm grass. Meanwhile, Alcaeus stretched his muscled arms as I merely waited for him to be ready.

“Today might be the day I finally beat you, Apollo," he chuckled, “Try not to cry like a girl when I beat you."

I played along with his boastful words. “You may try, but my oracles have told me by tonight, I'll be having you purr like a little kitten…"

Alcaeus growled and lunged for my legs first. I instinctively wrapped my arms over his back to stop him from making me fall, but the lion became persistent. He gripped my lower buttocks and tried to fight dirty by ticking my hole, and I managed to let out a low moan before using my strength to toss him over my shoulders. Our backs impacted against the dirt, making us gasp for air from the impact, yet Alcaeus was quick enough to shift back up and lock his arms around my torso.

“Do you yield, pup?" he teased.

“Not yet…" I giggled between gritted teeth. “Not yet, little kitten!"

My elbow struck him in the abdomen, and I reversed our positions. Now my hardened cock grazed his backside as I gripped paws around his torso, pushing him against the grass. Alcaeus gulped beneath me, especially from the way my phallus curved along his crack. I nearly expected him to yield when my focus drew to the deer watching us nearby.

Erastos intently watched without pulling his paw away from his erection. Blushing and panting, the deer stroked his slick length up and down, slow, steady, and fast as Alcaeus and I continued to wrestle. Normally, I would have looked away had Erastos not flashed a hazy smile, pumping his shaft amid a high theatrical moan. It certainly made me leak further.

Alcaeus flashed his fangs. “Thank you, love!"

He used the opportunity to fall backwards, this time pinning me down with my back against the dirt. The lion did not wait to shift his body and lock my wrists above my wolfish ears, his erection now slickening my stomach with his precum. I tried not to moan too at feeling his balls touch my sheath.

“That was dirty of you, Erastos!" I groaned.

“I am not sorry, Apollo!"

How could he be ashamed, masturbating at the sight of two powerful men pinning each other down for dominance?

Our Erastos and I connected through our interests in the arts and some history. The young stag's fondness for archery always heralded days spent practicing in the woods. Of course, he could never compete with my bow and arrow's divine accuracy, but when I gifted him a finely crafted bow I commissioned from Athena, the lad's precision with an arrow rivaled that of mine.

Meanwhile, Alcaeus and I connected through our interests in sports such as this. Especially without any strip of cloth to obstruct our physical limits. In spite of being a head taller than I, the lion's large body did not crush me. It could not crush me, but I still tried my best not to use all my strength or stamina to end the match quickly. I wanted to make this last as much as possible. I also wanted to prolong Erastos' climax for tonight.

An hour into the match, the lion had yielded twice while I did once. Our furry bodies had grown damp from sweat, to the point our tails wagged like weighed paddles. Even strong Alcaeus had begun to complain about his sore legs yet did not surrender.

Could not, more likely.

“How has the past year been for you, Alcaeus?"

We began circling each other once more, our arms outstretched and ready for any offensive.

“Busy," he answered, staring between me and our deer (I would not be distracted again!). “It is surprising how much time one must devote to athletics and poetry. Father is very interest in having me follow in his works…"

I curiously grinned, “And what of you, Erastos? Have you and Alcaeus been having fun while we've been away?"

“It has been challenging without you," he exhaled breathily behind me, “but we have endured…"

“By the way, Alcaeus interrupted upon some realization, “my father is aware of my relationship with you!"

That certainly gained more of my undivided attention.

“And he believes you?" I raised an eyebrow towards the feline. “He believes his son is the beloved of an Olympian God?"

“So long as I bring you back and allow Mother to cook dinner after tonight," he laughed, “He would want me to prove to you, but he will be even more impressed when I finally win more matches—"

I did not give him time to finish that lone statement. Seconds later, I made the lion lose his footing, and held him once more on the ground, his arms held in a vice as I ground my peeking sheath into his backside. All as I heard Erastos' hitched breathing and mindful strokes nearby.

“Mmm, do you yield again, Alcaeus?"

“N-No…" he answered, so I replied by nibbling his round, heated ear, inflaming our aching desires. “Ahhh! Y-Yes, I yield!"

I released his arms and helped the large mortal to his footpaws, then teased his member prior to sniffing the air.

“Dinner is coming, beloveds," I announced. “To the dining room."

“Wonderful!" Alcaeus healed quickly from his beaten pride, wrapping am arm around my torso, “Come on, Erastos! I believe I smell roasted boar!"

“Please let me release myself, Apollo," he whined, his member stiffly throbbing when he walked beside us.

“Control yourself, love," I whispered hungrily into his ear, “Let us wait until after dinner before we cum too. Hehe."

That only made the youthful deer's cock even harder, much to our yearning entertainment. Erastos though, not as much.

True to the mortal legends, gods did not consume regular food. Instead we dined on heavenly ambrosia bred and nectar thick enough to rival honey. A single drop of the latter could wash away any defilement of an ethereal being, while a mixture of both would retain any immortality. However, I did employ some of Olympus' chromium servants to cook some mortal foods for my starving beloveds.

“Ahhh, fassolatha…with sardines," Alcaeus' maw watered as we sat down together. “You remembered my favorite!"

“And mine…" Erastos practically drooled over the bits of meat mixed into his fassolatha and salad. Around the table, the chromium servants also baked some gastrins and loukoumades dipped in honey, which I assumed to be tasty as well. “By the gods, they smell so delicious…"

“Dine then," I laughed. “Nothing is stopping either of you."

***

As my lion and stag devoured their foods, I had passed the time by playing my lyre. Neither of them complained, and in fact listened with unabated interest.

The song I played for them was titled 'A Vague Hope for Grass', a hymn I dedicated to a nomadic family of fennecs who traveled all the way from Egypt for a better life. I witnessed when the father first stepped foot on the beaches of southern Crete, happy to have escaped the sweltering heat and the tyranny of the pharaohs. Their maiden daughter also gave me some…inspiration for writing a couple of erotic poems on the side.

Suddenly, my fingers on the lyre became mournful as I thought of her fate. She had been unaware of my watchful eyes, and when I revealed myself to her as a god foreign from her homeland, the fennec died of shock. Right before my very eyes.

My worry from earlier resurfaced into my music. The cheerful music transformed into a melancholy anxiety that made my paws tremble slightly. Would Alcaeus agree to join me on Mount Olympus? Would Erastos, in spite of his controlling father? Would I be once again be denied the chance to have my beloveds by the side?

Why did my beloveds always quickly leave me? Daphne, Bolina, Ocroe, Leucates…they all left me. Perhaps the Fates condemned me to live forever alone without any form of love—"

“Apollo, why are you crying?"

I abruptly paused the performance, realizing too late that tears had welled up in the corners of my eyes. And both of my beloveds stared at me with immediate concern in theirs.

“Hmm?" Feigned ignorance never convinced either of them in the past, but I tried anyway, wiping my eyes dry as I set my lyre gently back on the table. “Some dust, my beloveds. Do not worry…"

Indeed, neither seemed content with my response, or composure. I was surprised to next open my eyes and find Alcaeus' arm wrapped around my torso, and Erastos' around my stomach. In silence, I fell into their arms like a stone into a pond.

Giving a deep sigh, I knew the moment of truth had finally come.

“Can we…go to my bedroom?"

Neither snickered nor grew hot from the suggestive comment, only nodding as I led them inside.

The sunlight faded into darkness we gladly welcomed, with bluish moonlight flooding over the mattress. Unlike mortal beds, mine came crafted from the bark of an ancient Mastika tree and was draped in silk gifted to me by a weaver from the East.

For now, all three of us did not admire the soft bedding or the aromatic smells rising from some lit candles. Hopefully, not yet.

“Why didn't you eat with us?" Erastos suddenly asked.

In truth, I did not want to drink the ambrosia and nectar, and suddenly feel both digest inside my stomach as a reminder of their possible answer. I decided not to answer, and instead grasped one paw around both of theirs, positioning myself between the well-sculpted lion and our effeminately formed stag.

“It is because you're wondering about our answers, is that correct?" Alcaeus glanced between us.

I slowly nodded. “…yes."

“Well then," Alcaeus spoke first, scooting closer to me as my heart raced in uncertain fear, “I have…no, we have decided…yes."

My crestfallen ears straightened upward.

“What did you…?"

“We said 'yes'," Erastos leaned into my neck and hugged me tightly. “We want to become gods with you. We want to be immortal and spend the ends of eternity as your husbands…and you as ours."

Alcaeus said something first.

“Erastos and I thought it would be best to speak about our decision before trekking up Mount Olympus," he explained, “And through the turmoil spent apart these past twelve months, deep down…he and I know we cannot endure another moment from you. And you?"

“But…But what of your parents?" I pointed out, my mind racing alongside my immortal heart, which refused to slow down. “Your father, what will he think?"

“What he thinks and desires of me doesn't matter." The handsome buck stated. “It never mattered, not when I have the chance to live forever with the men I love."

“Will you not miss your families?" I questioned them further. “Will you not miss the simplest pleasures of mortality? I do not—"

“Apollo."

“—know if you realize how serious this is. You will live forever and—"

Alcaeus silenced me with a kiss, and Erastos a mighty hug.

“We did not travel all this way to let you go again," the buck sniffled into my fur.

No other words could ever be needed. The fearful barriers next gave way to the incoming floodwaters of Eros, unyielding sexual love.

Two pairs of paws roamed my sensitive sides, my own fingers exploring the well-sculpted abs and muscles hidden beneath a thick lion pelt. After pulling his lips from mine, Alcaeus raised his head to kiss Erastos behind me whilst I sniffed the musk of his pillowed mane. The three of us already could not get enough of each other sitting up, and instead fell backwards onto the silky bedsheets.

Alcaeus straddled my stomach, devouring my lips to distract me until Erastos suckled the responsive member from my sheath. When his tongue tasted my swollen knot, it drove me mad.

“Ahhh," I placed my paws to Alcaeus' sides, humping into the deer's velvety maw. “Ah, I have yearned for this day so much~"

“As have we," Alcaeus huskily answered.

Of course, Erastos replied by licking the tip of my manhood, eliciting another moan from me that melted back into our lion's lips. My cries grew even more prominent when Alcaeus' tongue slipped to lap at the nape of my sensitive neck, causing my tail to tickle our attentive deer's abdomen.

“S-Stop that, please." The red deer then coyly warned me, “I will not continue if you do not quit, Apollo."

I relented, though Alcaeus grew bold enough to nip at my neck like a feline would in tasting a slice of well-cooked boar. This made me gasp, especially when the lion's teeth nearly pierced my skin.

“Easy there, Alcaeus!" I gasped, twitching my ears in pleased delight. “I am no prized meat."

“You taste like prized meat though," he nibbled harder. “Then again, it sounds like Erastos is the one enjoying the prized meat between your legs."

We laughed, and it seemed he retorted by pushing his antlers into the lion's ass.

“Ow Ow! Ow!" Alcaeus growled disparingly down at Erastos. “Please do not do that again, Erastos…"

He briefly paused his sucking to say, “Your butt is as hard and firm as marble, Alcaeus."

He growled more.

“Fine, I will not do that again…" he returned to my aching length again.

“Typical stag," Alcaeus playfully grumbled.

I laughed again at this display of comraderie, pulling Alcaeus back into a long kiss and bucking my hardened erection back and forth into Erastos' velvet lips. His tongue would loll out to coat the underside of my scrotum, driving me mad in a way that almost willed me into a forceful climax. However, it required every strength in me not to do so just yet.

At some point into the night, all three of us lay together on the bed, panting and trading tongues in a tripled kiss; my body acted as a link between them on either side of me, arms wrapped around their sweaty bodies while my fingers patted their relaxing muscles.

I had been sucking on Erastos' tongue, and him to mine, for some time when we both noticed Alcaeus sniffling. We turned our heads to find the lion, lustful just minutes ago, now tearfully wiping his eyes with his free wrist.

“I-I am sorry if I am giving him more affection, Alc—"

“No, it is not that…" he whined, more from embarrassment than sadness. “It is something else."

Looking back to Erastos once more, he and I sat back to our knees and each held a paw of the lion's. The lust from before immediately replaced itself with comforting interest.

My golden tail curled around him. “Is something on your mind, beloved?"

Alcaeus spoke, “It is nothing."

“Whatever you think or ponder about," Erastos squeezed his right paw, “it always matters to us."

“Indeed," I nodded. “Now…do not hide what you are feeling, Alcaeus. We will listen."

Neither of us judged the lion when his posture and brave demeanor began to fall.

“It is just…during our time apart, Apollo…" he hiccupped, then composed himself, “I was terrified you would realize you would become bored of us."

My heart nearly snapped in two like a twig, upon hearing Alcaeus' words. Even Erastos seemed to shiver beside me and stare in incredible sympathy when the mortal deer heard what Alcaeus feared the most. He likely did not know about this either.

“I-I know now it is a silly thought," he trembled, “but I feared that would become the case for us. We are mortals…and you are a god. I feared you would one day come to regret taking us as eternal lovers on Olympus…"

In the space of several seconds, I let go of his paws, nodded to Erastos and helped him pull the foolish lion into a strong, circular hug.

“We both held silly thoughts," Erastos murmured into the furs of our necks, “but no longer…"

“Agreed," I looked up to peck Alcaeus' lips again. “I will never grow bored of either of you. If such a thought crossed my mind, I would have the three-headed hellhound Cerberus eat me alive first."

Alcaeus chuckled and wiped his nose. “You would not."

“I would." A sudden thought crossed my mind, to which I whispered the same idea into Erastos' ear. A heartbeat later and the youthful lad smirked back in agreement. “Lay back then for us."

The dutiful deer lowered his back to the sheets and, raising his legs into the air, revealed the winking entrance beneath his teardrop tail. As he did this, I positioned myself behind him and levitated a small jar of olive oil to us. I grasped it in my paw and started lathering my fingers in it when I finally heard that deep purring behind me.

I craned my neck to find Alcaeus watching us, licking those cops of his. “Well?"

“What?" The lion tilted his muzzle in confusion.

A soft smile spread across my lips. As I gently stretched Erastos' ring with my slick fingers (earning us musical moans that got me and Alcaeus' cocks to twitch), my free paw handed him the jar.

Two seconds later, he understood.

“Y-You want me to—"

“Yes."

“But you are a god," he argued in spite of his manhood growing harder. “It is not—"

“Who is to say it is not right?" I countered the lion. My tail swished aside to give him access. “I am a god, but so will you. So will Erastos. And besides, this has been a fantasy for him since we met."

Erastos could only voice his approval in moans, thanks to the movements of my fingers inside his moist walls. I probably touched his prostate more than once.

“P-Please," he begged in addiction to me, “make me yours, Apollo!"

I slyly caressed his chin and neck.

“As you wish," then I dared Alcaeus, “Can you handle breeding an Olympian, kitten?"

That certainly made him bold. After lathering his paw and roughly stretching my virginity, assuring my beloveds I had endured much worse pains in the past, I slowly penetrated Erastos' trained ring and spread him wide. My paws gripped his antlers and pulled him up to face me, now making the deer bounce off my length—no doubt giving Alcaeus behind us a sight to behold. However, this did not distract him for long, not when a god consented to submit himself to a mortal.

He slipped a few times from excitement, yet the third try allowed our lion to probe me, impatiently entering me and causing my back to arch from his massive cock.

“Who is the kitten now, Apollo?" he nipped my ear, eliciting another moan from me.

I simply smirked back to him. “Prove it, little kitten."

His paws gripped my hips and he did not hold back, letting his dominant nature ravage me. I gasped at the dual sensation of a mortal lion's shaft pumping in and out of me while I vigorously did the same to a lithe deer accepting my own manhood. All at once, I made Erastos mine and allowed myself to be Alcaeus'.

We were a god bound between two mortals. Three now become one.

Unfortunately, the act itself did not last long. We were too lost in our lovemaking. Alcaeus' purrs twisted into snarls as he dug his claws into my hips, his thrusting pushing my cock deeper inside an equally dazed Erastos. His lips bruised mine and before either of us could prevent it, my red knot slipped into his stretched rear, and I drained my divine seed right as the mortal lion mounting me impatiently thrust one final time.

We were fatigued and collapsed together onto the sheets. Our panting and musk filled the bedroom. Our humid bodies lay together covered in sweat and stained seed, gulping in breaths from what had to be the best sexual experience any of us ever had.

Yes, including I.

Minutes later, I ignored my sore muscles (especially from under my matted tail) and pulled the three of us into a mutual embrace. We wordlessly cuddled together as I slowly licked each of their noses, staring into their loving eyes without blinking even once.

“You are the loves I have searched for all these centuries," I whispered to them. “I love you both, Alcaeus and Erastos of Dion…"

“I love you too, Apollo," Erastos whispered to our lion, “and I love you, Alcaeus."

He simply, huskily whispered back, “Me too."

The three of us giggled and relaxed into our arms and the soft bedsheets.

***

The planned wedding banquet days later would be attended by many, mortals, and immortals alike. Besides the other Olympians, Alcaeus' well-adorned parents and siblings appeared alongside Erastos' father—who, shocked at first by my mere existence, dropped to his knees before his son in deep apology. Now the elder stag watched in tears of joy as his son was given a goblet of nectar and a clump of ambrosia.

Erastos and Alcaeus…they were so handsome that day. Athena gifted the latter a robe weaved from the golden fleece of sun sheep, stitched alongside a small chlamys stitched as a wedding present from Hades. When I asked why he would bother making such a gift, my mysterious uncle simply said, “My Queen insisted. Besides, I am proud my nephew has found true love like I have…"

As for our Erastos, he proudly wore an elegant, silvery robe fastened together by a golden pin in the shape of a bow and arrow, as a gift from Artemis, who had earlier endlessly boasted about chaining myself down to not one but two lovers. I did not care though, not when I saw the youthful stag place the ambrosia on his tongue, chew it and drink from the goblet without a second thought.

Alcaeus could not have acted impatient enough, and our deer knew it, so he gave the other clump of ambrosia and the goblet of nectar to him almost immediately. The black-maned lion plopped the ambrosia into his maw, not even to chew it, and drank the rest of the nectar down in one gulp.

“Congratulations!" Dionysus nearby certainly voiced his approval.

The gathered and I laughed shortly, but I was already distracted by the sight of my beloveds, now marveling at their bodies starting to glow. My arms already wrapped around the duo when the crowd cheered.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the cheeky Erastos slipped his paws beneath our robes to stroke his newlywed husbands' cocks. His godly touch certainly had us stiffen immediately. I managed to silence my moans while Alcaeus barely resisted the temptation. Luckily, I found the brilliant idea to pull the lion to my lips, then the deer to mine.

Crying together we all finally shared a romantic kiss as equals.

Zeus laughed heartedly, raising his cup high. “Let us give our blessings to this glorious day, and welcome to Mount Olympus: Erastos, the God of Archery and Knowledge! And to Alcaeus, the God of Poetry and Athletes!"