Tyche went up to the guy Toren and Koren were holding and cupped a hand under his chin. "Our first prize, a real cutie. What's your name, cutie?"

He looked at the floor and mumbled something unintelligible. Tyche slapped him, lightly. I couldn't help but notice (and I'm sure no one else could, either) the way his cock began to fill out at that.

"So everyone can hear you."

"Joxer."

Tyche grinned lazily. "I'm sure you can do better than that."

He took a deep breath and looked straight ahead. "My name is Joxer, Ma'am."

Tyche chuckled and whispered something in his ear, then kissed him on the cheek. He relaxed visibly.

"As you can see, he's eager to please." She sauntered up and down the row of captives. "So, let's see what the roll is! Nike, roll!"

On a little table I hadn't seen before, Nike rolled a single four-sided die. "Swords!"

"All right," Tyche said, "You know what that means. You gotta come up Swords on all four dice to have a shot at this cutie... roll `em, folks!"

Ares nudged my ribs with his elbow. "Blow." v Automatically, I glanced at his crotch. Then I think I might have blushed.

He tried not to laugh and failed spectacularly, snorting and almost choking. "Maybe later. I mean, blow on my dice."

That time, I KNOW I blushed. Peitho and Himerus were laughing their fool heads off, Cupid was barely suppressing a giggling fit, and Strife clamped a hand over his mouth. I tried to act nonchalant as I blew lightly on the quartet of dice in Ares' cupped palm.

Sauntering about the room, Tyche clapped her hands. "Are we ready to roll `em? Everyone... let `em rip!"

The room was filled with the small clicks of bone dice dropping onto the marble floor, and a chorus of disappointed sighs. And one pleased throaty chuckle... Ares had rolled all Swords. Figures.

As it turned out, he was the only one to roll four Swords. Nike looked distinctly pissed. "I was hoping to keep this one for myself." Her smile was obviously forced. "You'd better give us a good show." She nodded to Toren and Koren, who released their grip on the man's arms.

Ares strolled forward, a lustful gleam in his eyes. I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that it wasn't aimed at me. The mortal, Joxer, was staring at the floor and trembling slightly, but his cock had been slowly stiffening ever since Tyche slapped him and was now truly a sight to behold. Apparently this sort of thing agreed with him. It certainly held the interest of everyone else in the room. It seemed that wherever I looked, someone was fidgeting in their seat (I know I was!), breathing heavily, or licking their lips. Beside me, Zelos was muttering something to Strife, a little too softly for me to make out.

Ares stood close behind Joxer, and wrapped a hand around his neck, forcing his head up and back. He laid his other hand flat on the mortal's stomach, pulling him close. Someone was tugging at my elbow, but I ignored it; my attention was very much elsewhere, and nothing anyone wanted to say to me could possibly hold my interest while Ares was sliding his hand up Joxer's chest, and closing his teeth not-quite-gently around his earlobe? How dare anyone try to distract me from the taste of this mortal's flesh, salty with fear-sweat, the smoothness of his skin, cool beneath my fingertips, the way he shuddered at my touch, the...