As time flowed like a slow stream through my Dreaming, I encountered my first dreamer.
A mortal, a young boy, his body asleep, but his soul wandering. A mortal whose background is a son of a farmer who likes flowers and animals. It wasn't a surprise. I had been expecting this. But there was still something poetic about watching a dreamer explore the realm I had woven from void and vision. He ran through fields of glass lilies, danced with faceless shadows of memory, and stood beneath my castle, staring up in awe.
he expolred my realm and taking in the beauty and vastness. his thoughts were clear to me and I heard he will forever remember this.
However, like all mortals mortals must, he must wake.
As he woke, the memory of my realm faded in the back of his mind.
And with that, I turned my gaze outward — to the waking world. The world I had come into at the beginning of its myth. This strange parallel Earth, where belief sculpted reality, where gods breathed and walked, and mortals prayed with both fear and love in their hearts.
I chose to start my exploration where the divine shimmered the brightest.
Greece.
The land pulsed with divine presence. You could feel the gods here, like heat on the back of your neck or the chill of someone watching from behind the stars. The belief of mortals saturated every stone, every temple, every breath of wind.
I walked the dirt streets like a mortal, blending in with the sea of humanity. I cloaked myself from divine senses, hidden beneath layers of illusion and dreamstuff. Merchants cried out about their olives and oils. Children laughed. Fishermen haggled. Life beat here — vibrant and raw.
And then I saw it.
The Temple of Apollo.
Tall, golden, sunlit even in shadow. Its columns reached skyward as if desperate to kiss the very god it honored. I hadn't intended to enter. But… why not?
Besides… I was horny.
And let's face it — Apollo was hot. So, why not have my first time in the waking world be with a GOd?
Golden hair. Smooth skin, muscular. Music and poetry in his voice. The sun in his eyes. I'd seen his likeness in dreams and myths across worlds. I figured — why not seduce a god today?
I walked up the steps with grace in my hips and stardust in my smile. The scent of incense curled through the air. Priests knelt in silence. I ignored them.
Before me stood his statue — beautiful and radiant, carved from white marble, but nothing like the living god. I approached and pulled a solid gold bar from the shadows of my pocket — a creation of thought, pure dream-forged metal.
I knelt and offered it with a voice like silk.
"Oh almighty Apollo,I offer this gold in gratitude.For the sun that rises, the warmth that touches even my cold heart.May health bless my body, and desire bless my night.I hope you are well, beloved one of the light."
My words curled in the air like perfume, and he heard them.
Apollo, god of light, truth, music, and prophecy, felt the prayer touch his divine ears. Normally, he might ignore a mortal's offering — even gold had become common to him. But this… this voice… this prayer… it shimmered. Something more. Something interesting.
Curious, Apollo descended from the heavens in spirit, peering into his temple. And what he saw made his divine breath catch.
Me.
Standing before his statue — stunning.Black sheer shirt, tight pants, a face like a dream, and a body that begged to be touched — especially that glorious bubble butt. A mortal male more beautiful than any nymph or prince he'd seen in decades.
He wanted me.
Badly.
And he had no idea what I truly was — that I was no mortal at all.
But he would learn.
Oh yes.He'd get his wish — and so would I.But this wasn't just lust.
It was the beginning of something much, much more, but not what you were thinking of. No, sir, it'll just be a fun hookup here and there, something will be created between him and me, you just have to wait and see.