Topping Aphrodite
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Category:
S through Z › Xena
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,070
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Xena, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter IV
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Topping Aphrodite
Chapter IV
Looking up to glimpse his pleasure, she noticed the glint of the gold armband he wore as it began to uncoil itself and move down his arm. From bicep to forearm to wrist, it slithered to life. A little more than half the thickness of his huge cock, the shimmering snake slipped from Ares’ hand at her jaw down to Aphrodite’s ample breasts beneath her sheer gown. It wound around one breast, then the other, swirling and tantalizing her with its cool liquid-metal touch. “Keep your mind on service, Goddess,” Ares snapped in a husky voice, looking down at her. Then he easily willed her clothes from her body. She returned her mind to the task at hand and enjoyed the tingle of cool air on her sudden nakedness and the lazy circle-eights of the snake on her high, perfect breasts. Ares’ cock swelled still further in her mouth, and she wished she could reach a hand up to cup the heavy weight of his balls, to press a finger to his nether entrance. He would shatter right then. She felt the snake move to coil around her left breast as Ares rocked his hips into her mouth as he reached for his release.
Without warning, Aphrodite felt a sharp sting in her left nipple. The golden snake bit and held. ::You will not have your hands free yet, Goddess, and do not think of controlling my pleasure. Just obey, and delight in servitude.:: The snake gripped tight as Ares plundered her sweet mouth with increasing intensity. Then, as she aggressively met his thrusts and throated him to the hilt, lips pressing to the flesh of his body, the snake just as quickly released her tortured nipple and slithered magically down her smooth belly to slip between her legs. It slid over her pulsing clitoris, her lips, her wet entrance, and up between her perfect cheeks. Aphrodite moaned.
::Ah, you like that, do you?:: The snake made its long pass again, more slowly, and she could feel the brush of each rounded golden scale flicking her moist, sensitive skin in those most delightful, intimate places. She continued to nurture Ares’ hungry cock with until she knew he could take little more before he burst and unleashed his molten offering.
The images in her mind fueled Ares’ urgent thrusting. He looked down at his Goddess, bliss spreading throughout his body, tension building as his hard muscles tightened and he relinquished his grip on his precious tormentor’s hair and jaw so he would not injure her as he reached for a climax the depth of which he had not felt in many a decade. Aphrodite felt him begin to peak as he fed from her mind as well as her mouth. Though the snake’s lazy circles around her labia were making her head swim, she devoted herself to loving his cock, bestowing her divine grace on the ache for release deep inside him. And she brought images to her mind to tease and delight him: her mouth on another warm body—writhing and twisting in a sensuous embrace with one of the three Graces. She remembered the nimble fingers probing her, the tongue flicking across her clitoris as she drank the nectar from the soaken folds before her lips.
In a flash, Ares shattered, hot lava pouring into her mouth and down her throat. At the same moment, she cried out in her mind as the snake whipped around and thrust inside her: head deep into her pussy, tail slickly into her ass. Ares withdrew from her mouth to watch his immortal seed coat her lips, run thickly down her chin onto her breasts. He roared with exultation at his delivery, let the orgasm rock his mighty body as she watched, spellbound, the snake dancing within her swollen depths. She gasped as Ares pressed her to service once more, to clean his still-hard cock with her tongue. Then, gently, he kneeled before her and lapped at the rich droplets that decorated her chin, neck, and breasts. His tongue was thick, warm, wet, soothing.
As she gave in to the bliss of his heated laving, the snake began to ride her, front and back, with a slow, steady rhythm. She was entranced; she swayed with it. She barely felt the bonds on her wrists vanish as Ares lifted her in arms that rippled with power. He pressed on her back to make her back arch and her head fall back, hair tumbling. Then he bent his mouth to feed, sucking on the tender pink buds of her hardening nipples, dragging his tongue across their peaks, kissing the creamy flesh open to his caresses, nipping and biting as he pleased. The snake continued to ride her as he carefully laid her on the warm marble altar. He watched her for long, self-indulgent moments, enjoyed her gentle writhing as the snake pleasured her at his command and he attended her soft moans of pleasure. He could not resist bending forward to press a passionate kiss on her cool, parted lips, delved in to sample that moist warm cavity with his skilled tongue.
Standing again and enjoying the sight of her aroused, pliant body, he was again tempted to taste her. He dipped down to sample the honey that glistened as the snake drew it out for him. He dragged his tongue across her, then slowly between her inner lips and over the hard nub that made her jerk and spasm. She moaned deeper, arched into his mouth. He licked once more then withdrew. He wanted to dive in and devour her, but that was for later, when she had fully earned it.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Aphrodite,” he ordered. Her lids fluttered open and he could see the richness of her arousal in their silver-blue depths. “Keep them open while I make you mine.”
Topping Aphrodite
Chapter IV
Looking up to glimpse his pleasure, she noticed the glint of the gold armband he wore as it began to uncoil itself and move down his arm. From bicep to forearm to wrist, it slithered to life. A little more than half the thickness of his huge cock, the shimmering snake slipped from Ares’ hand at her jaw down to Aphrodite’s ample breasts beneath her sheer gown. It wound around one breast, then the other, swirling and tantalizing her with its cool liquid-metal touch. “Keep your mind on service, Goddess,” Ares snapped in a husky voice, looking down at her. Then he easily willed her clothes from her body. She returned her mind to the task at hand and enjoyed the tingle of cool air on her sudden nakedness and the lazy circle-eights of the snake on her high, perfect breasts. Ares’ cock swelled still further in her mouth, and she wished she could reach a hand up to cup the heavy weight of his balls, to press a finger to his nether entrance. He would shatter right then. She felt the snake move to coil around her left breast as Ares rocked his hips into her mouth as he reached for his release.
Without warning, Aphrodite felt a sharp sting in her left nipple. The golden snake bit and held. ::You will not have your hands free yet, Goddess, and do not think of controlling my pleasure. Just obey, and delight in servitude.:: The snake gripped tight as Ares plundered her sweet mouth with increasing intensity. Then, as she aggressively met his thrusts and throated him to the hilt, lips pressing to the flesh of his body, the snake just as quickly released her tortured nipple and slithered magically down her smooth belly to slip between her legs. It slid over her pulsing clitoris, her lips, her wet entrance, and up between her perfect cheeks. Aphrodite moaned.
::Ah, you like that, do you?:: The snake made its long pass again, more slowly, and she could feel the brush of each rounded golden scale flicking her moist, sensitive skin in those most delightful, intimate places. She continued to nurture Ares’ hungry cock with until she knew he could take little more before he burst and unleashed his molten offering.
The images in her mind fueled Ares’ urgent thrusting. He looked down at his Goddess, bliss spreading throughout his body, tension building as his hard muscles tightened and he relinquished his grip on his precious tormentor’s hair and jaw so he would not injure her as he reached for a climax the depth of which he had not felt in many a decade. Aphrodite felt him begin to peak as he fed from her mind as well as her mouth. Though the snake’s lazy circles around her labia were making her head swim, she devoted herself to loving his cock, bestowing her divine grace on the ache for release deep inside him. And she brought images to her mind to tease and delight him: her mouth on another warm body—writhing and twisting in a sensuous embrace with one of the three Graces. She remembered the nimble fingers probing her, the tongue flicking across her clitoris as she drank the nectar from the soaken folds before her lips.
In a flash, Ares shattered, hot lava pouring into her mouth and down her throat. At the same moment, she cried out in her mind as the snake whipped around and thrust inside her: head deep into her pussy, tail slickly into her ass. Ares withdrew from her mouth to watch his immortal seed coat her lips, run thickly down her chin onto her breasts. He roared with exultation at his delivery, let the orgasm rock his mighty body as she watched, spellbound, the snake dancing within her swollen depths. She gasped as Ares pressed her to service once more, to clean his still-hard cock with her tongue. Then, gently, he kneeled before her and lapped at the rich droplets that decorated her chin, neck, and breasts. His tongue was thick, warm, wet, soothing.
As she gave in to the bliss of his heated laving, the snake began to ride her, front and back, with a slow, steady rhythm. She was entranced; she swayed with it. She barely felt the bonds on her wrists vanish as Ares lifted her in arms that rippled with power. He pressed on her back to make her back arch and her head fall back, hair tumbling. Then he bent his mouth to feed, sucking on the tender pink buds of her hardening nipples, dragging his tongue across their peaks, kissing the creamy flesh open to his caresses, nipping and biting as he pleased. The snake continued to ride her as he carefully laid her on the warm marble altar. He watched her for long, self-indulgent moments, enjoyed her gentle writhing as the snake pleasured her at his command and he attended her soft moans of pleasure. He could not resist bending forward to press a passionate kiss on her cool, parted lips, delved in to sample that moist warm cavity with his skilled tongue.
Standing again and enjoying the sight of her aroused, pliant body, he was again tempted to taste her. He dipped down to sample the honey that glistened as the snake drew it out for him. He dragged his tongue across her, then slowly between her inner lips and over the hard nub that made her jerk and spasm. She moaned deeper, arched into his mouth. He licked once more then withdrew. He wanted to dive in and devour her, but that was for later, when she had fully earned it.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Aphrodite,” he ordered. Her lids fluttered open and he could see the richness of her arousal in their silver-blue depths. “Keep them open while I make you mine.”