Maximos thrived high within his palace floating upon the clouds. He had lived for centuries upon centuries. Life couldn't be better for him. Every day he hosted a party or orgy to celebrate his greatest gift to the mortals. Himself. He was selfish and full of himself, but he didn't care. Why should he? Mortals lived for only a fraction of time. One minute they'd be there. Next minute they'd be gone. Mortals only existed to worship the gods anyways.

He lazily draped his arms over the armrests of his throne. His head rolled back at the sound of a harp filled the air. Flames crackled from the torches on the pillars of his castle, the light flickering across his face as he gazed back at the wonderous night sky. To either side of him two men stood, massaging his shoulders and working out the kinks. It was tough being a god, okay? Not that any of the other gods appreciated his hard work.

He groaned in pleasure as he felt the woman knelt before him's lips wrapped firmly around his member, massaging it with her lips. Opening his mouth, another woman stepped forward with a decorated rhyton filled with the sweetest wine. Tilting it at his lips he swallowed as most of it poured down his throat, the rest dripping down his bare, muscular chest.

Slamming the doors opened, Maximos growled as he walked into his study. A man following after him. He screamed in frustration as his hands swept across the table sending everything on top of the table flying against the wall. The man shrunk down, keeping silent as the god threw his tantrum.

"You're joking?! Right?! There's no way one puny little mortal could cause so many of my followers to just stop worshipping me!"

His voice boomed within the castle walls. His nostrils flared as he stared down at his empty desk. The man behind him had just informed Maximos that the reason not many mortals were at his parties and orgies anymore was due to a young prophet. Apparently she had been telling prophecies of catastrophes that happened due to Maximos's negligence. The man behind him stammered.

"I-It would seem so, your grace. It... It seems that the mortals are fed up with bad things happening and you not stopping them."

A low, feral growl escaped Maximos's lips. The once playful, aloof, and carefree god was now for once in his life pissed. And he was going to deal with it.

"Fine."

Maximos had tried everything. He had threatened the prophet, tried to seduce the prophet, tried to manipulate the prophet, tried to coerce the prophet. Nothing worked. Hells, he even placed a curse on the prophet that made their life hell. No one believed their prophecies anymore. Her life was miserable and frustrating now. Which should have been the end of it. He shouldn't have cared about them after that. Right?

Not a single person believed anything the prophet said. Maximos's worshippers started returning to him. His parties and orgies began to resume. So why? Why did he keep appearing before the prophet and trying to get them to agree to stop so he could lift the curse? He could easily forget about them until they came begging for him to lift the curse. But no. He kept going to them. A god. Seeking out a mortal.

Growling, he made his way to the mortal realm. He was going to fix this. The prophet would fix this. He appeared before her, and before she could say a word he grabbed her and yanked her to him. Clutching her tightly he teleported back to his castle. He dragged her roughly by the arm into his bedchambers and shoved her unceremoniously to the ground.

"I'm done playing games with you, little mortal."

Towering over her as she sat up on the cold stone floor, he crossed his arms. The bulge of his member could be seen through his robes. The outline prominent. He snarled.

"You are going to make things right. Starting with taking back that ridiculous prophecy and then you are going to cease all prophecies about me. And then. Maybe then. I'll break the curse, if I'm still feeling generous."

He didn't know why, but seeing her on the floor so helpless stirred something in him that he hadn't felt before. The tip of his member twitched. He hoped she would make the wise choice and agree. If she didn't he feared he might lose control and make her see how true that prophecy about him sexually satisfying someone was really.