Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

“Beautiful. Stunning,” Apollo murmured with admiration. He continued moving his waist and hip squarely while observing her. 	


When he engaged in more aggressive and enthusiastic intercourse, something white foamed between their attached genital parts. 


Shooting stars sparked inside their closed eyelids. Eutostea shook her head and buried her head deeper into the pillow. Apollo took off her disheveled hair strands one by one, with love and care. He swept her earflap which was flushing like her face, then gently bit her earlobe and sucked it with his tongue. 


The mattress, bearing the couple’s weights, sunk in deeply. Holding her up in his arms, he suddenly sat straight. Eutostea’s round butt almost banged onto his thighs. Awwk. With a light shriek, she opened her eyes wide. The frown line between her squinted eyes turned deeper.


“This position will be better to eat me up, huh? You weren’t able to swallow me up to the root, lying on the bed.” 


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