SACRIFICE TO THE MOON (Completed) #Wattys2020

chapter 1

             25 Years later
Waya finished with the young maiden who was seemingly in the throes of sexual passion.
It was one of the perks of being a prince and the only male specimen living on the moon alongside his mother Athena and two billion women.
He walked through the Athenian castle. The castle was a twenty mile length mammoth building blessed by Athena herself to keep the inhabitants oxygenated and to ensure gravity in the otherwise unstable gravitational atmosphere of the moon.
The female guards of the castle eyed him hungrily as he paraded naked through the corridors of the castle.
He strode towards the balcony that over looked the vast dimension of the moon.
He knew his mother Athena would soon send for him for her daily dose of sex.
He decided to enjoy the ten minutes he would have to himself before undertaking the task of sexually satisfying the insatiable goddess of the moon.
He concentrated his focus on his favourite part of the moon called the "terrae" formed as a result of tectonic events.
It was the lighter colored part of the moon. A beauty to behold. When he was a boy, his mother and lover Athena told him of the magical properties of the "terrae" he grew up to realize those stories were all but lies. Nonetheless the terrae held a special place in his heart.
He heard brisk footsteps glide through the Olympian marble. He could recognize the footsteps anywhere on the second densest satellite in the solar system.
Freya flanked with two other guards approached the prince and only male specie on the moon.
She bowed to the prince in standard military fashion.
The two female guards behind her were subtly eyeing the naked and not to mention well sculptured prince all over. If Freya caught them, it would be their heads on the chopping block.
Waya didn't take at much as a glance at Freya and her company when he spoke.
"I believe it's time for my daily toils".
The prince was made to bathe and scented oil was meticulously applied to every inch of his skin. All the while, Freya watched with Hawk like eyes.
The prince was then escorted in just his loin clothes by Freya and her company towards the grand chambers of the goddess Athena.
Freya held the door open for the prince. She gave him one last look before the prince wordlessly walked through the door.
Athena was in the middle of a snake massage when Waya walked in, about eight medium sized Boas slithered all through her naked frame.
She was every bit beautiful as she was a goddess. Her face shone like polished Stones, her almost giantic breasts which seemed to defy gravity were pointed towards the enchanted ceiling of the palace. Her waist was tiny which helped to accentuate the curves of her enormous behind.
Waya hated snakes, he did not fear them, he just hated them and Athena knew it.
For his sake, she sent a pysic message to the snakes sending them away.
"You are late!" She accused.
Her voice sounded as if it was composed of a thousand melodies.
"It takes a lot of time for your slaves to get oil into every bit of me". Waya responded almost angrily.
"Well now you are here, I suggest you get to work".
Waya sighed, sexually satisfying Athena goddess of hunting was no easy task, in fact in his twenty-five years of existence, he had never enjoyed the job.