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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,069
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2
Recommended:
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Chapter III
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Topping Aphrodite
Chapter III
Aphrodite laughed lightly, that delightful ringing of tiny bells that drove mortals wild. Ares was unmoved. He folded his arms across his chest and waited, still as granite. Her laugh faded away into the silence of the room along with her smile. “You can’t be serious, Ares. You want the Goddess of Love to kneel before you? No way.”
“I see we cannot get to the first lesson without a little punishment. Very well, Aphrodite. Your Master enjoys punishment as well as pleasure.” His smile did not falter as he raised his hand and drove her to her knees with the power of his mind. Rope flew from nowhere and fastened itself tightly around her forearms, jerked her arms back, and then bound her slender wrists together behind her.
“Ares!” she shouted, “What—”
“Silence, Goddess. You are mine now, and I have not given you permission to speak. If you attempt to speak again when I have not requested it, you will be gagged.”
Aphrodite gasped, outraged at Ares’ presumption and smugness, angry at her own foolishness in thinking having sex with this presumptuous and smug bastard was a wise idea. But she controlled herself and refrained from speaking. She had agreed to his mastery this night; she would keep her word as a goddess. Her honor and pride would remain in tact. She only hoped her body would fare as well.
“Very good, sister,” Ares nodded, stroking her soft tresses. She flinched at his touch, attempting to free her wrists from the knotted rope. He yanked hard on her hair, pulling her head back, and brought his icy gaze down to hers. His other hand held her jaw to keep her eyes on his. “Listen to me, little one. You will cease this struggling and give yourself to me, in obedience and humility, or you will face the treatment I reserve for my most insolent slaves.” His eyes bore into hers, and she saw the red-hot glow of the embers of Hades in their depths. “You would not like what I do to those who insist on disobeying me, Aphrodite.”
She shuddered but held his gaze.
He smiled, pleased at the inner strength he so admired in her. The tiny lines at the corners of his eyes crinkling, despite himself, he added, “And you would miss all the fun I have in store for you.” He released her chin.
Aphrodite nodded, the barest hint of a grin on her sensuous mouth, a touch of pleasure in the translucent depths her pale blue eyes.
“Now, goddess, who am I?”
She took a deep breath. “My Master.”
“Good. And when I ask you who you are, you will reply, ‘I am Aphrodite, slave and plaything for my Master, Ares, God of War and Domination.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Aphrodite bit out through clenched teeth. With each level of acquiescence and obedience, the infernal egotist demanded yet another! But she would not fail in this.
“Yes what, Goddess?”
“Yes…Master,” she replied, deliberately exaggerating the deference in her voice.
Ares laughed, haughtily. “I will overlook that insincerity for now, Aphrodite. Soon enough you will be eager to say and do whatever I wish you to.” He cleared his throat. “Now. Who are you?”
With the bravado of a High Immortal, she raised her chin and spoke, trying not to hesitate, using all the seductive vocal powers she possessed, powers that reduced mortals to simpering fools at her feet. She purred, “I am Aphrodite, slave and plaything for my Master, Ares, God of War and Domination.” She let her long lashes drift down, then looked up again. She passed her tongue across her upper lip and smiled warmly.
It reached him. “Mmm, yes. Your Master is most pleased. And he wishes to use you now that you have begun show yourself worthy.”
At the word “use,” Aphrodite felt the oddest contradiction within her body. Her mind rebelled, wanted to laugh in his face, transform into mist and vanish before arrogant Ares’ startled eyes. But she also felt something else. A powerful rush of arousal. Deep, urgent arousal that spread from the pulsing core of her through her entire body. She tingled with it, moisture welled between her legs, and she felt Ares within her mind, gloating.
He growled softly at the pleasure he felt in her mind. ::You are so ripe, my precious sister.:: With no more than a passing thought, his clothes vanished from his body, all but for a black leather pouch holding his ample genitals and a thick, glittering golden band in the shape of a snake on his bicep. Aphrodite gaped, eyes wide in appreciation of his muscle-bound frame: the satin smoothness of his massive chest, his rippling abdomen, his rock-solid legs, and the ripple of power in his arms as his hands came to hold her face again. One hand threaded through her hair, the other gently stroked her jaw as he brought her mouth to the cockhead that peeked from the top of the pouch he wore. “Use your teeth to free me, Goddess,” he commanded. She obeyed, gently tugging down the soft kidskin to unleash the hard column of his manhood. “Good,” he sighed. “Now, part your lips, push out that delectable tongue, and be still as I please myself with you.”
Aphrodite felt another soft rush of liquid that began to slide down her leg. Ares grinned, a wolf with his prey, as he watched the tiny rivulet glide down her soft pale flesh. The Goddess did as she was bid, unsure if she would be able to remain passive. She had plenty of experience with the oral gratification of men (and equal with women, truth be told), but it was always done at her whim, as a gift, a high honor from the Goddess of Love. She let the tip of her tongue part her lips and opened her mouth wide enough to take him in.
Ares laughed in her mind. ::Thinking of mortal men—and women!—when you have my tower before you?:: He flexed his muscles and his cock jumped, hardened and lengthened further still. ::Disloyal goddess:: He plunged deeply into her mouth, tugging on her hair and guiding her to the right angle with the hand beneath her chin. He filled her mouth, then her throat, and she wrestled with the hot solidity of him, downy smooth over unyielding marble. She fought any urge to gag, despite his catching her off-guard. And now she laughed, softly, and moaned into the length of him to show she had not lost control yet.
The God of War held his hips still and used his two-handed grip to take possession of her mouth, guiding deep strokes that made him dizzy with pleasure. “Suck me,” he commanded as he pulled out to let her pleasure his swollen head. He murmured ::yes, yes, yes:: in Aphrodite’s mind as he began to fuck her blissfully soft, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled across his shaft as she sucked and swallowed his length over and over again.
Topping Aphrodite
Chapter III
Aphrodite laughed lightly, that delightful ringing of tiny bells that drove mortals wild. Ares was unmoved. He folded his arms across his chest and waited, still as granite. Her laugh faded away into the silence of the room along with her smile. “You can’t be serious, Ares. You want the Goddess of Love to kneel before you? No way.”
“I see we cannot get to the first lesson without a little punishment. Very well, Aphrodite. Your Master enjoys punishment as well as pleasure.” His smile did not falter as he raised his hand and drove her to her knees with the power of his mind. Rope flew from nowhere and fastened itself tightly around her forearms, jerked her arms back, and then bound her slender wrists together behind her.
“Ares!” she shouted, “What—”
“Silence, Goddess. You are mine now, and I have not given you permission to speak. If you attempt to speak again when I have not requested it, you will be gagged.”
Aphrodite gasped, outraged at Ares’ presumption and smugness, angry at her own foolishness in thinking having sex with this presumptuous and smug bastard was a wise idea. But she controlled herself and refrained from speaking. She had agreed to his mastery this night; she would keep her word as a goddess. Her honor and pride would remain in tact. She only hoped her body would fare as well.
“Very good, sister,” Ares nodded, stroking her soft tresses. She flinched at his touch, attempting to free her wrists from the knotted rope. He yanked hard on her hair, pulling her head back, and brought his icy gaze down to hers. His other hand held her jaw to keep her eyes on his. “Listen to me, little one. You will cease this struggling and give yourself to me, in obedience and humility, or you will face the treatment I reserve for my most insolent slaves.” His eyes bore into hers, and she saw the red-hot glow of the embers of Hades in their depths. “You would not like what I do to those who insist on disobeying me, Aphrodite.”
She shuddered but held his gaze.
He smiled, pleased at the inner strength he so admired in her. The tiny lines at the corners of his eyes crinkling, despite himself, he added, “And you would miss all the fun I have in store for you.” He released her chin.
Aphrodite nodded, the barest hint of a grin on her sensuous mouth, a touch of pleasure in the translucent depths her pale blue eyes.
“Now, goddess, who am I?”
She took a deep breath. “My Master.”
“Good. And when I ask you who you are, you will reply, ‘I am Aphrodite, slave and plaything for my Master, Ares, God of War and Domination.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Aphrodite bit out through clenched teeth. With each level of acquiescence and obedience, the infernal egotist demanded yet another! But she would not fail in this.
“Yes what, Goddess?”
“Yes…Master,” she replied, deliberately exaggerating the deference in her voice.
Ares laughed, haughtily. “I will overlook that insincerity for now, Aphrodite. Soon enough you will be eager to say and do whatever I wish you to.” He cleared his throat. “Now. Who are you?”
With the bravado of a High Immortal, she raised her chin and spoke, trying not to hesitate, using all the seductive vocal powers she possessed, powers that reduced mortals to simpering fools at her feet. She purred, “I am Aphrodite, slave and plaything for my Master, Ares, God of War and Domination.” She let her long lashes drift down, then looked up again. She passed her tongue across her upper lip and smiled warmly.
It reached him. “Mmm, yes. Your Master is most pleased. And he wishes to use you now that you have begun show yourself worthy.”
At the word “use,” Aphrodite felt the oddest contradiction within her body. Her mind rebelled, wanted to laugh in his face, transform into mist and vanish before arrogant Ares’ startled eyes. But she also felt something else. A powerful rush of arousal. Deep, urgent arousal that spread from the pulsing core of her through her entire body. She tingled with it, moisture welled between her legs, and she felt Ares within her mind, gloating.
He growled softly at the pleasure he felt in her mind. ::You are so ripe, my precious sister.:: With no more than a passing thought, his clothes vanished from his body, all but for a black leather pouch holding his ample genitals and a thick, glittering golden band in the shape of a snake on his bicep. Aphrodite gaped, eyes wide in appreciation of his muscle-bound frame: the satin smoothness of his massive chest, his rippling abdomen, his rock-solid legs, and the ripple of power in his arms as his hands came to hold her face again. One hand threaded through her hair, the other gently stroked her jaw as he brought her mouth to the cockhead that peeked from the top of the pouch he wore. “Use your teeth to free me, Goddess,” he commanded. She obeyed, gently tugging down the soft kidskin to unleash the hard column of his manhood. “Good,” he sighed. “Now, part your lips, push out that delectable tongue, and be still as I please myself with you.”
Aphrodite felt another soft rush of liquid that began to slide down her leg. Ares grinned, a wolf with his prey, as he watched the tiny rivulet glide down her soft pale flesh. The Goddess did as she was bid, unsure if she would be able to remain passive. She had plenty of experience with the oral gratification of men (and equal with women, truth be told), but it was always done at her whim, as a gift, a high honor from the Goddess of Love. She let the tip of her tongue part her lips and opened her mouth wide enough to take him in.
Ares laughed in her mind. ::Thinking of mortal men—and women!—when you have my tower before you?:: He flexed his muscles and his cock jumped, hardened and lengthened further still. ::Disloyal goddess:: He plunged deeply into her mouth, tugging on her hair and guiding her to the right angle with the hand beneath her chin. He filled her mouth, then her throat, and she wrestled with the hot solidity of him, downy smooth over unyielding marble. She fought any urge to gag, despite his catching her off-guard. And now she laughed, softly, and moaned into the length of him to show she had not lost control yet.
The God of War held his hips still and used his two-handed grip to take possession of her mouth, guiding deep strokes that made him dizzy with pleasure. “Suck me,” he commanded as he pulled out to let her pleasure his swollen head. He murmured ::yes, yes, yes:: in Aphrodite’s mind as he began to fuck her blissfully soft, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled across his shaft as she sucked and swallowed his length over and over again.