© Salome Wilde, 2008
Topping Aphrodite
Author's Note: I originally wrote this story in 2003 and then revised it significantly a few years ago to feature a hermaphroditic switch Aphrodite. But its original inspiration was the Aphrodite and Ares of Xena: Warrior Princess. I've revisited the story and reworked it as fan fiction to better reflect this original intention. I try to keep them in character (far more the early, powerful Ares than his later humorous Xena-chasing persona with the petulant surfer-girl Aphrodite) while pushing them to wildness we sadly never got to see on TV. I hope it pleases.
Scene I
"O Aphrodite, Goddess of Love. Please accept the sacrifice of my body to your pleasure, to Your whims and fancy. I humbly surrender myself to your use. Do with this most unworthy vessel what your magnificence desires. I patiently await your coming." The pale, smooth-skinned blonde youth flung his loincloth aside and bent his head in submission. His sun-bleached silken curls bobbed as his lashes swept down over his eyes, blue and sparkling like the clear pond that surrounded the marble-pillared shrine to the goddess Aphrodite. His bright eyes closed, and his cock, erect and marble-like in its veined glory, strained toward the glowing hand of the deity who shimmered into solid form before him on her seashell.
The youth trembled. A soft wind stirred. As he had been instructed, he stood motionless, hands at his sides, eyes downcast, cock full and hard. Aphrodite slipped two fingers under his chin and raised his face to meet her beneficent gaze. She smiled, sighed. "Awesome," she purred. A perfect youth. Golden hair. Body taut and firm. A sensuous mouth, parted and dewy with anticipation. An excellent ass. And a cock so big even a goddess might choke on it. She laughed, a soft tinkle of tiny bells. O, what Ares would do with such a cock. She did admire his skills with his supplicants, even if he was a bit crass and wore too much black.
The youth gazed, enraptured, into Aphrodite's exquisite seafoam eyes. He moaned softly and Aphrodite offered the tiniest of nods in appreciation. She did adore being so adored. "May I serve you, my goddess?" the youth murmured, and ran his perfect pink tongue over his full, ripe lips. Aphrodite read his mind easily, a light and arousing touch that brought her the knowledge that his offering was sincere, his willingness to submit absolute. Without speaking, she used her mind and her elegant, slender fingers to bring him to kneel before her. He moved with fluid grace as she raised her short, transparent gown, then brought his mouth to her perfect, shell-like vulva. He parted her light covering of soft blonde curls with his lips and nestled his mouth softly into her silken folds. Aphrodite tangled her fingers absently in his hair and pressed him to service. He lapped eagerly, and she basked for a moment in the warmth of his soft, wet tongue as the bright sun warmed her glowing flesh and streaked through her waves of shining, flaxen hair.
She breathed in deeply as he began to suck, and she smelled something amiss. He was more skilled than someone of his tender years should be. She frowned down at him as he expertly teased the hardening pink bud of her clitoris. Though he tried to look the part of a virgin, he was not. His mouth was too agile, and she could distinctly smell the knowledge of mortal woman on him. She tugged on his curls to pull his mouth from her and his eyes to hers. She made her glance smolder and burn for him—mortals loved being frightened, it heightened their arousal, and hers. "I can't believe you come to me after being with another woman. I am so out of here!"
He met her gaze from his kneeling position—beseeched her with his eyes a moment before he spoke. "I beg mercy, my goddess. I should never have tried to deceive you. You're right. I have lain with…women. I thought I would please you the better for the experience…." He faltered.
"Well, go on. You know you've earned my wrath but I refuse to get angry. It gives you wrinkles."
He shuddered, took a deep breath, let his obscenely long lashes drift down over his sensuous eyes. "I hoped to please you well enough to serve you…many times…."
"You humans are all the same," Aphrodite snapped. "No humility and you're terrible liars."
He remained still, sitting on his heels, eyes down, but not nearly as repentant as he should be.
The goddess inhaled again. "Hey," she snapped, "You have shared that body with men as well as women, too!"
A gasp escaped before he could reign in his control. He looked up into the goddess's face and experienced her perfect pout. "Um…," he began, then stopped, looked down again. His cock softened.
She couldn't help but pity the man…a little. He was so proud, now so quickly ashamed. After all, he only wanted her—and who wouldn't? His mind easily gave the information she sought: three women, one man; all to gain experience to please his goddess. She wished she cared more. His mouth was skilled. His body was delightful, in its lean, toned way. He was a confection, a morsel. So why did the image of Ares again appear in her mind, in his leather-clad excess, whip cracking in his hand over the bodies of obedient young mortal men and women? She brought her mind back to the problem at hand. She sighed, a whisper of wind and sweetness no mortal or god could hear and not long to hear again.
"So, mortal, what am I going to do with you?" she asked, running a pale pink fingernail over her pearly white teeth.
He remained delightfully still and silent.
"Should I take you, just as your mortal man did?"
He whimpered.
She suddenly became aware of a deep-throated laugh in her mind. It wasn't coming from her submissive mortal. It had a confidence and power he was incapable of. The husky laugh was a gentle caress of pleasure, a taunting, playful smile in her mind. It moved her, somehow, reached her in a way the youth did not. Someone was watching her and enjoying himself. She reached out mentally, seeking the mind behind the teasing chuckle. Who else: Ares.
Why do you waste your time with such worthless pastimes, sweet half-sister? Come play with me instead, Ares projected.
Ares, you cocky son-of-Hera! Get lost. He's my supplicant and I'll do what I like with him, Aphrodite snapped, pushing out her deliciously full, moist bottom lip. She felt an image of Ares biting it, hard. Stop! she gasped.
The laugh in her mind was full, throaty. But delectable Aphrodite, why would you want a servant when you can have a slave?
You're impossible. Get out of my mind and let me finish this.
"Finish this"? If that is the most arousal you can muster, precious Goddess, perhaps you had better leave the domination to those who know how to handle it.
"Goddess?" the youth whimpered, turning his head and tentatively raising his eyes to Aphrodite's.
Damn, she thought. This is totally annoying. "Get on your hands and knees, mortal," she commanded.
Poor Aphrodite, Ares teased, Let me help you. She felt his hand weaving through her hair, caressing her softly. The contrast between the nasty voice and gentle hand aroused her, despite herself.
No! she snapped. I do not need help from the likes of you…depraved one. But her words were unconvincing—or, rather, "depraved" sounded more like endearment than insult.
Darling Aphrodite—let me help you with this mortal. His mind touch was soothing, and she felt his hand on hers, moving to swat the youth, hard, on his upturned ass. Then again. The mortal was shocked but loving it; Aphrodite could feel it in her mind. His adrenaline flooded her mind, and she felt energized and excited. See, Ares knows how to please you both. She felt the soft brush of fingertips on her nipples through the filmy gauze of her short gown.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them wide as she felt her hand slap the youth's ass again just as sharp teeth seemed to nip at her left nipple. She drew her breath in sharply. She shook her head to clear it.
Stand before him, Aphrodite; let him see your awesome glory, Ares enticed.
Barely intending to, she walked around until she was standing in front of the youth's face. Her hand went to his hair and pulled his face up with one hand while the other raised her gown again, his warm breath on her glistening triangle of pale-gold curls. She pressed his face again to service, and basked in the skill of his warm tongue.
Oh yes, Ares moaned softly, you like that, don't you, my hungry Goddess?
Aphrodite gave herself up to the pleasure. Soon, though, she recognized that she had given over control to another. Hey, who's the goddess here? she sent forcefully to Ares. She pulled back on the youth's hair and freed herself from his probing tongue. Why had she given in so easily to Ares' silken commands? Damn you to Hades, Ares! The youth is mine—and I am no one's!
To prove her point, she commanded the youth to lie down and hold that cock out for her, then climbed on top of him. Poised over him, she felt Ares' moan clearly. She grinned and encouraged both of her men, purring, "Yes, now let's see you serve your Goddess." She slipped softly down onto him and felt the uniqueness of human flesh within her. There truly was nothing like it, that taste of mortality. She began to ride him in earnest. "Mmmm, youth, you are so mine," she cooed, rocking her head back and riding him to a sweet godly climax. She moaned softly as she felt Ares tongue drag softly across her breasts and up her pale throat. Yes, she thought, worship me, too, God of War.
When she was momentarily sated, she rose to her knees and slid back a bit, smiling indulgently the youth's dazed expression. He had sampled the nectar of the goddess in his mouth and on his body, and he was drunk with it. He seemed surprised when he tried to rise and found he was too weak to do so, yet his cock, glistening with her heavenly wetness, was still marble-hard. She felt in her mind for Ares' presence, and sensed suddenly that his fingers were inside her. She would have protested the intrusion but realized that she could not feel them. No, not inside her…inside some mortal woman! She was livid. How dare he!
She climbed back on top of her supplicant, leaning forward and digging her nails into his chest to rouse him fully. He cried out. She fucked him mercilessly, holding his mind to keep his climax at bay again and again. She felt Ares' cock harden as his fingers plunged into the mortal woman who knelt in obedience before him. Ares groaned again, and Aphrodite arched and shattered around the cock inside her. Take that, brother.
Generous as the Goddess of Love always is, she also gave the youth back his control. Grinding slowly onto him, muscles contracting, she milked his climax from him. He came with a hoarse cry. Aphrodite smiled prettily, then lifted up and moved her lithe, graceful body to his face. She brought her soft nether lips to his open mouth and pressed down. "Clean me of your mortal fluids, youth," she murmured. He obeyed without hesitation. Ah, he was hers entirely, used for her pleasure as was her right and duty as a goddess. His lips were soft, his tongue warm and soothing, gentle and eager. His cock was flaccid now, and though he tried to comply, his mind began to drift into sleep. Aphrodite shook her head with a grin.
Weak creatures, are they not? Ares breathed into her mind. Their wills so easily broken; their bodies so quickly exhausted. And you were so easy on him. Too easy, sweet sister. I would not be so easy on you.
Indeed? Aphrodite chuckled, rising from the youth's body and transforming herself into mist. Let him sleep. He would only know their meeting was real by the nail marks in his beautiful chest. Aphrodite had never marked a mortal so before. He would carry that scar for life. He did not deserve such honor, but no matter. She laughed sweetly to herself.
Even the way you
mark your playthings is gentle, heavenly Aphrodite, came Ares
unwanted response. But gentleness does not suit you always, does
it? That mortal did not satisfy even a fraction of your immortal
desire. I can feel your hunger, you know. It burns in me. Come,
play with me, Goddess: let me take you somewhere new.
Aphrodite
felt her mind drift as she swirled beyond the shrine and let herself
drift. The sun was beginning to set. Ares' voice was silk, honey,
ambrosia.
That's right, sister. Come to Ares. Let the God of War and Domination rouse and quench you like no other.