Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 09:50:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Earl Anderson <andy_eadgils@yahoo.com>
Subject: Indra, Part 1: "Indra the Wedding-Guest"

This is an erotic story based on the myth of Indra, the god of Thunder in
India. It is the story of how Indra sojourned on earth in the form of a man
filled with the desire to have sex with other men. If you are under age
eighteen or if stories with homosexual themes offend you, you should not
read this story.

If you are of age and interested in this story, you can enhance your
enjoyment of it by undertaking a google search of "Indra." Several internet
websites provide pictures of Indra, illustrating that he was, indeed,
considered to be the most beautiful of all males, whether as a god or in
his human forms.


Of all the gods in India, Indra was the foremost. He was the greatest of
the warrior gods. Whenever he appeared on earth in human form, he was said
to be the most beautiful man that anyone had ever seen, but he had a bad
reputation for seducing other men's wives.

Indra was best known as the god of Thunder and Rain, a cosmic power that he
obtained as a result of defeating the demonic dragon named Vrtra. Long ago,
in primeval times, Vrtra conceived the intention of destroying all living
things on earth. He gathered all the waters of the earth to himself, hid
them in a great cavern in the mountains, and kept the land arid.

Alarmed at this crisis, the gods met in an assembly and appointed Indra to
be their champion against Vrtra. This should have been an easy task for
Indra. Vrtra, however, was protected by a decree of the Fates, such that no
supernatural creature or force could ever defeat him. Indra could defeat
Vrtra only if he took the form of a man. This he agreed to do, if one of
the gods, Tvastr, would provide him with soma, the drink of the gods, to
give him the courage and strength that he would need during combat.

Some of the gods objected to Indra's request for unrestricted access to the
soma. He was already the most powerful warrior-god, and they feared that
they might lose their own cosmic powers if Indra became too powerful. Other
gods were willing to give Indra whatever he wanted, in exchange for
defeating the evil force of Vrtra.

"I will give you all the soma you require," Tvastr said, "on one
condition. You must use the power of the soma only against Vrtra. You must
not use the soma-power against any other creature but Vrtra."

Indra agreed to this condition, and assumed the form of a human
warrior. Indra the warrior traveled to the palace of king Darasuthra, who
was preparing a feast for the marriage of his son, Darapha, to the
beautiful princess Marita. Darasuthra's palace was just a few miles away
from Vrtra's lair in the mountains, where he had hoarded all the world's
waters in a deep cavern.

King Darasuthra rejoiced when he heard about Indra's mission. On the
evening before the battle, he put on a feast for Indra, and invited all the
nobles, warriors, and ladies, to wish Indra well in his combat with
Vrtra. Most of the ladies of India feasted their eyes on Indra, and many of
the warriors did, too. So handsome was he that many of the warriors
secretly wished that they could be women?if only for one night, if they
could spend that night with Indra. One of these was Prince Darapha, whose
eyes often met Indra's in fleeting glances. Princess Marita was taken with
him, too, so much so that she did not notice that he had carried away the
heart of her future husband.

Indra, for his part, was preoccupied with thoughts of the next day's
combat. He spent the night alone in his bed, while many a lady and warrior
entertained him in their dreams.

The next morning, Indra drank a great quantity of soma to embolden
himself. He fastened a flask of soma to his belt, in case he needed more of
this sacred drink to help him during the battle. King Darasuthra and his
courtiers accompanied him to the mountain, where they awaited the outcome
of the battle.

Indra through Vrtra's ninety-nine mountain fortresses and attacked the
dragon. The battle was fierce, but in the end, Indra split Vrtra in two. He
tossed the lower half of Vrtra's body to a cliff below, and he flung the
upper half to the sky. As soon as the upper half of Vrtra's body hit the
sky, rain fell, thereby ending seven years of drought. Indra had freed the
waters by slaying Vrtra.

The gods, watching the combat from heaven, acclaimed Indra as the
Thunder-god as a reward for his victory. King Darasuthra and his people
applauded his victory, too, rejoicing as they walked with him back to the
palace in the rain. Darasuthra invited Indra to stay in the palace, as an
honored guest at his son's wedding feast.

At the wedding feast, Marita's lust for Indra grew, and Darapha secretly
lusted after him, too. The prince thought to himself that he would give
Indra his bride, if he could spend a night with Indra himself. Indra, for
his part, knew what was in their hearts, for although he had assumed the
form of a man, he was still a god. Even if he hadn't been able to read
their secret thoughts, he would have known from Marita's gaze and from
Darapha's secret glances at him. As a man, Indra harbored the desires of a
man. He conceived a desire to would enjoy both Darapha and Marita on their
wedding night.

After the feast, Marita's ladies accompanied her to her bridal chamber and
left her to wait for her prince there. Darapha, seeing Indra's fatigue, led
him to his bed-chamber, which was adjacent to the bridal chamber.

Being alone in the bedroom with Indra was too much for the prince. Instead
of restraining his lust as he should have done, he kissed Indra on the
cheek very gently.

"I am so fatigued from my combat with Vrtra," Indra said, "would you help
me get out of my clothes and ready for bed?"

Darapha said nothing, but helped Indra out of his clothes, and gazed at his
body, naked except for his loincloth. Indra noted his interest, smiled
coyly, and tugged at the loincloth. Darapha eagerly stepped forward and
removed the loincloth, revealing Indra's magnificent cock. Indra let
Darapha gaze on his body. Then he embraced Darapha with a passionate kiss,
fondled the prince's backside, and asked if he were a virgin. Darapha said
yes.

"I'll skewer you right now," Indra said, "if you let me deflower your bride
who is waiting for you in the next chamber."

Silently Darapha removed his clothing and offered his naked body to
Indra. He groaned at the exquisite pain when Indra first penetrated him
with his warrior's cock. He bit a pillow to muffle his cry, remembering
that Marita was waiting for him in the next room. For a few intimate
moments, Indra held still, allowing Darapha to grow accustomed to the
volume of his cock.

"Let me reshape your ass to serve as my pleasure-vessel," Indra whispered
in his ear. "Then we will both have joy."

Afterward, they fucked together like two wild bulls fighting. The whole
palace shook as Indra deflowered Darapha. Everyone in the palace felt it
and heard their erotic rumbling and moaning, and rejoiced that Darapha had
consummated his marriage with Marita. Darapha shot great wads of cum on
Indra's belly while Indra fucked him. Then Indra poured himself into
Darapha. They embraced and rejoiced. Indra rejoiced in his conquest, and
Darapha rejoiced that had been deflowered on his wedding night. In the
after-glow of orgasm, an unfamiliar desire came to Indra. He looked down at
Darapha, kissed his belly and his chest, and tasted his jism, so that
Darapha's jism flowed in Indra's bloodstream, just as Indra's jism flowed
in Darapha's bloodstream.

It was past time for Darapha to go to Marita's bridal chamber. "One of us
must go to her," he said to Indra. "We can't keep her waiting any longer."
But both men were too spent to have sex with Marita.

Then Indra remembered the flask of soma fastened to his belt. He drank the
soma, entered the darkened bridal chamber, and deflowered Marita, just as
he had deflowered Darapha. Indra returned to his own chamber, sated with
sex and satisfied, and sent Darapha to the bridal chamber where he
belonged. There, with the memory of Indra in his mind, he made love to
Marita several times during the night. Darapha drew strength from Indra's
semen, which flowed in his bloodstream while he performed his marital
duties.  The bride conceived a great love for her husband, since he had
satisfied her so completely on their wedding night. So it happened that all
three of them, Indra, Darapha, and Marita, obtained all that they
desired. No one but Indra and Darapha knew what had happened between
them.Indra's deeds on earth caused discord in heaven. Tvastr complained to
the other gods that Indra had used soma-power to violate another man's
bride on her wedding night. The gods gathered in assembly and debated what
to do. Some of the gods wanted to cast a spell that would trap Indra in his
warrior's body, to live as a warrior in the retinue of Darasutha?as a
servant to a human king. Others argued that Indra's victory over Vrtra was
compensation enough for his crime. Tvastr proposed a compromise, which the
gods accepted. He proposed that the gods join together to curse Indra, so
that a thousand penises would grow on his body. He would not be able to
return to his divine state until he had gotten rid of the redundant
penises, which could happen only if his mind was pure of all earthly or
lustful thought.

Tvastr was delighted that most of the other gods agreed to this punishment
for Indra. Always the trickster, at last he found a way (or so he thought)
to trick Indra out of his divinity. At any given time, at least a dozen or
more of Indra's thousand and one pricks would be hard and raging for
release, so Indra would never be able to purify his mind of lustful
thoughts.

Only two of the gods objected to Indra's punishment: Vishnu, the god of
Purity, and Marko, the alien god of Dissention.

Vishnu objected because of his own noble principles. He did not think that
any being, human or divine, should be deprived of all hope of purifying
himself. Indra had violated his oath when he unrightly drank from the soma,
and for that he should be punished, but Vishnu appealed to the gods to give
Indra some hope and not leave him to despair on earth. The gods debated and
finally agreed. Indra must wander in India for seven days, sprouting his
thousand and one penises, but after that he would be given three
choices. He could get rid of the extra penises if he agreed to live for one
lifetime as a woman, or as a fish, or (as his third choice) he could trust
in aid from a shepherd named Rami, who tended sheep on the same mountain
where Indra had defeated Vrtra.

Marko, the swarthy god of Dissention, sided with Vishnu but had reasons of
his own. He lusted after Tvastr, and after his soma. He flattered himself
that he could seduce Tvastr and by that means obtain unrestricted access to
the soma, so he offered Tvastr a dare and a bet. "I'll wager my ass against
yours that Indra overcomes his trials and regains his divinity," Marko
said, and Tvastr accepted the bet.



So ends Part 1 of the story of Indra.