Topping Aphrodite

© Salome Wilde, 2008

Topping Aphrodite

Chapter VI

Ares moved around the altar, kissing, licking, caressing the bite marks on her body. Making the indentations and the pain vanish with his luxurious, immortal touch. “You are so perfect, sister; nothing should mar your alabaster flesh.” He pushed her gently onto her side again and lapped at the swollen handprints with his thick, warm tongue. Aphrodite sighed, relaxed as much as was possible within the restraints, and gave herself over to his ministrations. “Yes, purr for me, Goddess of Love. Share your pleasure with your Master.” He laid her onto her back again and moved a hand between her legs. She looked down at him there, felt him begin to stroke the petals of her sex, to open her wide and delight in her sweetness. She moaned softly as the remaining pain vanished from her body, as drowsy pleasure took her over at his masterful touch.

He inserted a finger into her slick heat, felt her envelop him in her soft wetness, and pressed a palm to her clitoris. He inhaled deeply of her rich, golden scent. “Ride my hand, Aphrodite. Show me what you need.” She obeyed, arching softly into his palm to feel her clit swell and his finger reach deep inside her. He stood, patiently, beside her, watching her give herself up to his touch. He inserted a second finger and watched her grind into it, her eyes open but clouded, her mind drifting until all he could sense when he read her was the world of his hand on and in her most sensitive flesh. He rode with her, his mind to hers, cock aching with the desire to take her with more than his fingers. He climbed onto the altar and gave her his mouth.

“Ohhhh, yes,” Aphrodite moaned, raising her hips to press him in deeper. He sucked her inner labia into his mouth as his fingers drove into her, building in rhythm and heat. “Take me, Ares,” she gasped as her clit hardened and her body neared climax more quickly than she would have though possible. Ares grinned with satisfaction at the thought in her mind, at the molten heat of her body. She was going up in flames and taking him with her.

Let go for me, Goddess, Ares sent, delving deep into her body and mind, mouth devouring and driving her upwards into the heavens. Take the release you need as I offer it; let me feed on your ecstasy. At these words, Aphrodite broke around him, shards of crystal flew and turned liquid in her mind. She flew free from her body even as she strained within her shackles. Her body shook with the power of the climax, and Ares removed his fingers and held his mouth to her core as she sprayed liquid silk onto his face, coating his lips, tongue, and chin with honeyed essence. Ares dipped his wet face to her and lapped at her, greedily consuming every drop. He felt her aftershocks, tiny muscles gripping his tongue. Each grasp sent a wave of need through him, his cock echoing in its own small pulses.

Raising his face, glistening and alight with desire, he spoke quietly, breathing hard: “I want you now, Aphrodite, as I have wanted little else in more mortal years than I can count. Give yourself to me now.” The snakes slithered softly from her ankles and wrists and he spoke, and he helped her to sit up. Slightly dizzy, sated and still deeply in need, Aphrodite sat beside the God who had brought her so much pain and pleasure in so short a time.

“I can do no other than obey, my brother and my Master,” she said, a twinkle in her eye. His pompous speech was a pleasure to impersonate, especially as it aroused him so. She watched his cock twitch at her words, a bead of pre-cum leaking from him. She caught it with a finger and raised it to her full lips. Before she could remove her finger from her mouth, Ares was kissing her, hard, with a deep, sweet ache that she met with her own. He twined his powerful arms around her and held her to him, pinning her to his chest and ravaging her mouth as she arched into him and gave herself over to his fiery need. She felt him subtly shift her body, maneuver her onto her hands and knees as he kissed her neck, shoulder, drew his tongue down her supple spine. He parted her cheeks and let his tongue lap at the tiny hole. She moaned and arched into his mouth.

He came to kneel behind her, fingered her sweet core a moment with a thumb, then removed his wet digit and pressed it to her anus. Then, he brought his straining cock to her moist, swollen entrance. “I’m going to fill you now, beloved Aphrodite, as no man, woman, or god ever has before.” He edged forward, holding a hip tightly with one hand, and watched the tip of his cock disappear into her precious wetness. She whimpered. He pressed his thumb firmly into her ass. She moaned louder. He rocked his hips back, removed his finger, and she felt bereft. He enjoyed a heady rush of power and blissful need. She whimpered for his return. He leaned forward and blew softly on her; the cold air tingled and shocked her. “Are you ready for me, slave?” he taunted.

“Please,” she begged, her voice a whisper.

“Please what?” he asked, holding onto his control by a thread more slender than he would cared to admit.

“Please fill me…Master.”

He groaned as he drove his cock into the heart of his goddess’s desire with a powerful thrust, hilting himself inside her as his thumb plunged again into her ass. She cried out in pleasure, as did he. He held her there, moving only this thumb, feeling his cock inside her through the thin membrane. Exulting in the pleasure of being, at last, enveloped by his goddess-sister, he at last began to fuck her in earnest. He rode her hard and fast, strokes deep then shallow, keeping her off-guard and moaning, then growling for him in desperate need. He followed the trail of her mind to learn what gave her the most pleasure, then offered and withdrew that pleasure at whim. He held an iron grip on his control. His body raged for release, but he would not permit it. He pumped into his goddess, filled and urged her on, up and up. He wanted to feel her climax around him before he let himself be driven over the edge.

Growling with his heightened passion, he kept up his grueling pace while he mentally summoned his golden snake back to circle her clit. It teased her deliciously, and he felt her build for another explosion. “That’s it,” he encouraged aloud. “Come to me, sweet immortal plaything, reach for me, bring me over…” he murmured, trailing off as she took his breath away by clamping down on his cock with her exquisite control. He matched her skills by changing the texture of his cock and angling it rub that rough patch deep inside her with every stroke. Her keening cry made his body tighten, his muscles lock. “Milk me, Aphrodite; swallow me into the heart of your need…”

And she was opening, pouring forth, streaming out in all directions. Juice flowed around his cock, ran down her legs, dripped over the altar, soaked his cock, balls, and thighs, but did not loosen her grip on his throbbing cock. He swelled, peaked, and rode the crest as long as he could until, with a groan from the depths of his immortal soul, he thrust once more and relinquished control, exploding into the depths of her, soaring beyond body and mind, ecstasy filling and surrounding him in bursts of color and light.

When their bodies calmed, he removed his thumb and cock from her quivering body—he was shaking a bit, too, if he were honest with himself—and they sat together on the dais. They smiled into each other’s eyes as they let their breathing return to normal. “Oh, that was good,” Aphrodite enthused. “You rock, Ares.” She paused and cleared her throat. She again imitated Ares’ overblown style of speech: “I thank you, Master, for the education in obedience and for the rewards that came with it.”

Ares laughed and impersonated her. “My pleasure, babe.” He grinned. “It was a great first lesson.”

“First lesson?” she laughed. “No, dear brother—sweet and arrogant Master—there will be no second lesson.” She rubbed her still-sore hindquarters. “I won’t put myself in that position again.” She smiled up at him, kissed him softly on the cheek. “But now, another supplicant has arrived at my shrine in Amphipolis. Gotta run!” With the lithesome grace no other goddess could match, Aphrodite rose, magically tidied and redressed herself in sheer pink gauze gown, and vanished from Ares’ chambers.

He smiled to himself as he watched her disappear. ::Little minx,:: he sent. ::You will be back.:: He felt her warm, open smile. ::And I will be waiting for you.::

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Author’s Note: I absolutely adored the actor who played Ares (Kevin Smith) and offer this in tribute to the immortal character he created. I am sad that he has gone to the afterlife, and hope he’s having as much fun there as Ares gets to have in this story, with this petulant and adorable surfer girl incarnation of Aphrodite and anyone else he can get his hot, hunky mitts on.