Pan had already shred the clothes off Derrick, and was massagin the youths enormous gender. "Oh yes!
Definitively the work of Priapus" He said frotting the still semi-erect member over his hairy chest.
Sudenly the doors of the elevator began to open and in Amor and Des dropped down. "Pan let the mortal go!"
commanded the love god.
"Eros?! Are you interferring with sex?"
"Come on Pan let him go."
"Or what?!"
Eros draw a golden gun from the inside his jacket. Pan backed down. "Hear my words'Even the gods are afraid of
his wounds' someday..." Pan transformed into a goat and scampered outside of the elevator.
"Anton would be pissed." said Des with a smirk. "Derrick you have something... all around." said pointing out
at the jizz he had squirted out of his massive cock.
"Des..." said Amor punching buttons to their suite.
"Fine. Listen chap, we are sorry. You are ok for a mortal." said offering a towel which Derrick, relunctantly
agreed.
Once in the love gods' suite. After Derrick had bathed again."At any rate what were you doing with Pan?"
"The goddess of truth trick me into talking to him."
"You met Aletheia? Wait she lied? She couldn't lie to you."
"She did."
"No, I mean she literally CANNOT Lie."
"She did the crippled bitch trick me into that goat fucker."
"That would be insulting if it weren't accurate." commented Des.
"Ally? In a wheelchair? That wasn't Ally, that was her 'sister', Sally. The goddess of Lies, Pseudologia. The
goddess without feet." explained Amor.
"Do one of you exists for each freaking concept!" asked Derrick.
Meanwhile...
"Gerald!" yelled Hebe as he saw the old man in a wheelchair accompanied by three gorgeous ladies.
"Hebe, you alonea most call me by the other name, goddess of youth." difficultly said the old man.
"Gee, sorry... Geras, god of old age."