Dionysus (Greek God Romance Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

was a satyr, or better known as Dionysus’ mentor for a short time while he was a youth, and then his drunken comrade for many years afterward. Satyr’s have horse-like ears, a horse’s penis and sometimes hooves for feet—all satyr representations were finely represented on the bar stools that Dionysus had made for the bar.
    The two satyr attributes Silenus had were the ears and penis.
    Silenus coming in draped over a mule was a common occurrence in Olympus, and subsequently, The Old Watering Hole. He would start drinking in the morning at his abode and have the mule take him to The Old Watering Hole as he napped. The mule would kick up her hind legs and that would launch Silenus onto the floor where he would remain until an hour before closing and then would join Dionysus for what he called, “drink bonanza.” He claimed to have gotten the name from a particularly rowdy fraternity in central Illinois.
    This display was met each day with the laughs of Dionysus and the begrudging sighs of Apollo. On this very day, Silenus was thrown off and his flagpole penis almost reached the barstool that Rebecca sat on. This mortified her. Believing or not believing, it was hard for her to disregard a man with an enormous cock, the size that would make any sane woman shutter, and ears that looked more elfish than human.
    Rebecca did not see many options after this new development. She could keep on being ignorant, claiming everyone around her to be insane while she generated the needed cash to dash. But this. . . this changed it all. This was too real, in her face, large and filled with pulsating veins.
    She slid ever so slightly off her stool in order to not graze the erect penis that looked alarmingly more detailed than any she had encountered prior. Once her feet hit the ground, she took off running.
    Dionysus let out a surprised yelp while Apollo continued shining a glass, seemingly unmoved by the display.
    Rebecca rushed through the door to the freedom of the outside, pumping her long legs, that were meant to be admired not abused by the pavement. She stopped herself by slamming both her hands on the driver’s side door, hoping beyond hope, that they really were not gods and could not stop her. She fidgeted through her pockets, dropping her keys, cursing herself, picking them back and fumbling through them until she found the needed one.
    She opened the door, realizing she had not locked it and cursed herself some more, put her car keys in the ignition and peeled out of the parking lot.
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    Hermes heard the screech of a car barreling down the one way out of Olympus.
    This was not an odd occurrence. Normally, one of the more reckless nymphs would steal one of Hephaestus’ automobile-like machines, and never having driven anything in their lives, would barrel down the road until crashing into one of their beloved trees or bushes.
    This time, however, he knew who it had to be. He had expected it. No human went into that bar and left without a hysterical fit. Rebecca had lasted much longer than most, and well, she was special. She had a bit of magic in her, an old lineage tied up with the old country. Just what he needs, he thought. Hermes could not let her leave.
    Once she took the bend right in front of the gas station, he flew out and stepped in front of the car.
    Rebecca attempted to slam on the brakes, hit her head on the steering wheel and blacked out.
    What she may have been more alarmed to see was that the car’s impact with Hermes squished the front, condensed and mashed, making it look more like an accordion than a car.
    Hermes scratched the back of his head, seeing her head firmly in the airbag. “I’m sure she’s fine.”
    . . . at least, he hoped so.

I HAVE A HEADACHE
    Rebecca groaned while the world took shape around her as a perverse headache pounded away, steady with its mallet.
    The world was a singular source of light, at first, beating its obscene brightness on her; she shaded her face