Divine Desires

Hello and welcome back to my Greek Mythology inspired story my dear readers!
This particular chapter won't be dealing much with the political side of the Olympians, but I can assure you that this story has been graced with this second chapter due to your support. Due to said support, I am happy to say that after this chapter, there will be one final chapter in the works as soon as this one is posted.

This story is not particularly based on Greek Mythology in any specific form, and is not meant to do anything more than entertain and perhaps titillate its readers.

With all of that in mind, this story contains vivid descriptions of Sex, especially the lesbian kind, and also some passing mentions of violent actions related to Greek Mythology. If such things bother you or if you are not legally old enough to read these sort of things, I ask that you turn back now.
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Athena looked down over the domain she now ruled over, from the seat of Olympus she could see all within the Olympian's sphere of influence. The Olympians had a well-deserved reputation for squabbling amongst themselves, to say nothing of the absolutely trivial matters that could escalate into an avalanche of antagonism between the divine beings. And this antagonism was only amplified to a degree with Zeus being forced off the throne. Athena had made good on her promise to keep a sense of order, despite the inherent difficulties associated with the temperamental son of Kronos.

Athena took her eyes off of the mortal world to look over at her newlywed wife, Aphrodite. It was the amorous goddess who had set these changes in motion, and with these changes had requested Athena's hand, along with the simultaneous nullification of her former marriage to Hephaestus. Hephaestus had taken the divorce surprisingly well, but he admitted privately to Athena that he was simply happy that Aphrodite was no longer in a marriage she had never wanted in the first place, which had plagued him with guilt as long as it had been so.

Athena had not been sure what to think when Aphrodite had requested to be wed to her, for the goddess of love had always been rather fluid in her sexual escapades. The goddess, like all of the Olympians maintained the power of shape shifting at will, but her standard form on Olympus was beyond compare. Her tanned, radiant skin had a heavenly glow, her resplendent golden locks cascaded down her back like a waterfall of gilded, curled threads. Her body was proportioned rather modestly compared to what some depictions by mortal artists would have lead anyone to believe, a slim but noticeable hourglass shape, topped by a pair of firm high breasts that seemed to defy gravity within her robes, the top of her cleavage on display to any that looked her way.

Her backside was noticeable as well, perfectly proportioned with her upper half, her long, lissome legs stretching out from underneath the skirt of her robes into a pair of red sandals, the straps that held said sandals onto her feet were interwoven with small seashells. The red sash that wrapped round her trim waist and tight tummy made her curves even more obvious, and her robes light sea-foam green coloring was a pleasant contrasts. The lack of sleeves or any other garments on her body, along with the low neckline left much of her skin exposed.
Athena by contrast wore a stylized suit of armor atop her own robes, the polished bronze look evocative of the ancient warriors who had fought in her name so long ago. The eagle motif on the chest plate and shoulder pauldrons stood out especially. Almost as a contrast to Aphrodite, almost all of Athena's body was covered by her armor and robes, as befitting a goddess of war and wisdom. Her short sword at her hip, she looked ready to battle at any given moment. The robes under her armor were of a deep royal blue, and they too went to cover her body much like her armor.
Beneath that armor however, Athena was by no means unattractive. The virgin goddess had a beauty that spoke not of the wiles of youth and energy, but of a calm, refined poise and maturity. Her body was fair skinned and rippling with muscle, not unlike a gymnast or long distance runner, and befitting such a physique, her body showed little in the way of overt curves. What she lacked in curves however, her regal features more than made up for, her hair a set of short cropped straight chestnut brown hair and piercing golden eyes, as with all those of Kronos' heritage.

Aphrodite noticed said eyes of her wife and new ruler, and smiled in what could only be described as 'flirtatious'. "Care to tell me what you are thinking my wife?" the golden haired goddess said with a very bubbly tone, slowly making her way over to where the new queen of the gods sat, leaning on the column nearest the throne.

"Beyond my gratitude for showing my father that there is a better way, I cannot help but think it over, why did you ask to become my wife?" Athena said looking her fellow goddess in the eyes.

"Because I no longer wished to be under the chains Zeus had put on us. But even more than that, I have always admired you. You have a city named after you long after our time has passed its prime, you continue to remain resolute and calm no matter what and on top of it all, you never spoke ill of me for my actions."

Athena considered her words for a moment, and then stood, walking over to her new wife. "You truly feel this way?" she asked with an unwavering stare into Aphrodite's eyes, who answered silently with a curt nod and a smile, wrapping her arms around the goddess of warfare's neck.

"Care to join your wife in bed, darling?" Aphrodite said in the same voice that had lured countless beings, mortal and divine alike to her bed. Aphrodite was stunned however when the warrior goddess shook her head no. "Forgive me, but I fear I require a little time to prepare" Athena said, a smile forming on both her and Aphrodite's lips once the buxom blonde goddess understood.
"Please take as much time as you need" Aphrodite said as she walked towards Athena's bedchambers. Athena took a steadying breath and tried desperately to force the radiant blush that suddenly formed on her cheeks. She had never had a lover before, let alone a wife, and with as lovely as Aphrodite had always been and still remained, she almost felt a sense of inadequacy in comparison.

She heard set of footsteps behind her, turning around to see none other than Hera, Zeus' wife. "A word, Athena?" the former queen said in her usual dry and diplomatic tone. Athena steadied her nerves and said aloud, "Yes Hera, what is it you wish to say?"

Hera had pursed her lips some, obviously chafing some from the loss of her title to the goddess' she had competed against for Paris' approval so long ago. As immortal as the gods were, they were fairly keen towards grudges. "I wanted to give you some much needed advice before you lay with your wife" the goddess of marriage said, surprising the new Queen thoroughly.

Not waiting for a response, Hera continued, "Aphrodite is well versed in the tenants of bedding partners, but she only chooses those she feels are worthy. To ask for your hand is quite the testament to her opinion of you indeed. However, remember this, she has always sought equal pleasure with her partners and is willing to give a helping hand if need be."

Athena was more than a little stunned that Hera would tell her this, but she gave the former queen her thanks and watched as she walked off towards her own chambers. She took another moment to shake all thoughts from her mind, a task that one as wise as she found challenging. Walking to her now shared bedchambers, she smelled a pleasant odor emanating from within. Stepping through the column supported archway, she made the entrance seal itself behind her so that nothing would disturb her and Aphrodite's first night as wife and wife.

Athena was a bit stunned to find Aphrodite sitting on the edge of her bed, holding a bouquet of roses of various shades. Aphrodite's association with the flower went back quite a ways, but the color she chose drew more than a little surprise from the new monarch. Rather than the usual red roses of love that she may have expected, Aphrodite had instead chosen all pink roses, but each a different hue, some darker and some lighter, all pink.

"Those roses, they represent gratitude and admiration, do they not?" Athena questioned as she walked closer to Aphrodite, being met half way as the blonde goddess stood and came closer. "Yes, along with grace and elegance, depending on who you ask" she said with that same soft smile that made her already beautiful face radiate all the more. Aphrodite handed the bouquet to Athena, who took them, inhaling their rich scent. "They are lovely, thank you Aphrodite" she said as she summoned up a vase filled with water to put them in.

"Aphrodite, I want you to know, I have never been in love with anyone, and even now, I…" she was hushed by a single dainty finger on her lips by the other goddess, and it was only now that Athena fully realized that her armor added enough height to where she was half a head taller than Aphrodite as they were, normally she was not more than 3 inches taller when standing barefoot. This increase in height allowed her to look down into Athena's eyes, those honey golden orbs that had a glimmer all their own. As she looked into those eyes, Athena stood on the tips of her toes and leaned in to whisper into Athena's ear, "You don't have to rush or force yourself Athena, I know better than anyone how hard it can be to love, let alone to let someone else in. We have eternity to figure this out darling. Why not take the time to enjoy it?"

And again she stunned the goddess of wisdom. She took Aphrodite's hand and squeezed it tenderly in her own, her other hand reaching to unclasp the ties holding her armor together. "I want to make good on my word Aphrodite, and if that means consummating the marriage, I will do it. But I want you to know that I do this of my own will, to bring you happiness in this union."

Aphrodite almost looked like she was on the verge of tears, and hugged the new queen of the gods tightly, before gently helping undo the armor plating all over, setting the heavy bronze plates onto the ground. Her royal blue robes covered her skin head to toe save for her hands and feet, but Aphrodite looked on her with the same smile as before, "beautiful".

Slowly, agonizingly, Aphrodite placed Athena's hands on the crimson sash on her waist, undoing the knot holding it together as it fluttered light as a feather to the floor, and then just as tentatively began helping the goddess of love disrobe.

Athena was glad that she had no need to breathe, as she would have been suffocating from the sheer beauty before her. Aphrodite's body was in every way appealing to the eye, the perfect amount of curves and soft skin accentuated in the best ways without anything feeling out of place. A slender waist, dainty hands and feet, and voluptuous curves that were the envy of man and deity alike.

Aphrodite took advantage of Athena's stunned gaze to pose in multiple ways as she let her wife look at her body from almost any angle. She relished the fact that she had been able to bring Athena, the wisest being on all of Mount Olympus, to a grinding halt.

With a gentle nudge, she began assisting the matriarch of Athens in her own disrobing. Before long, both beautiful women were bare before the others eyes, unbound lust held within both pairs of soul windows, but something else too. "Shall we, darling?" Aphrodite asked with her wide grin as she pulled Athena to the bed, pressing the brunette goddess onto her back on the cloud like softness of the mattress. It was then as she was laid back that Athena became fully aware once more. The sight of Aphrodite straddling her hips, looking down at her with unrestricted desire and passion, her eyes filled with both emotions so much that the golden orbs appeared aflame within.

She received her greatest shock when Aphrodite kissed the wise goddess on the lips. Pale pink met tanned peach, not a lustful kiss, but one of true chaste affection. Something in her mind finally clicked, and Athena wrapped her arms around her wife's slim waist and back. "I am yours Aphrodite, now and for all time!" she said resolutely, Aphrodite letting tears of joy fall from her eyes as she answered in kind, not with words, but with the sensual language of lovers.

She kissed all down her wife's neck and breasts, flicking each nipple with her tongue. Her dainty hands caressed the warrior's flesh expertly, sending the queen into a series of moans, sighs, pants and whimpers. Aphrodite, not one to rest on her laurels, soon kissed further and further down Athena's body, giving each cord of rippling muscle its own bit of attention on the way.

It was when she reached the sweet junction of Athena's legs that she had to pause. Athena it seems kept herself trimmed neatly if only for personal taste, but the narrow strip Aphrodite came upon when she looked directly at it above the succulent petals and pearl made her pause to admire it.

"Such a lovely treasure you have here darling, shall we take our time to give it some long overdue attention?"

Athena was too wrapped up in her own emotional maelstrom, even Poseidon himself couldn't make storms as rough as what filled her mind. But once Aphrodite began kissing the one place she herself had never dared to touch for more than a moment, Athena let out a moan that was a bit ragged, but encouraging to Aphrodite's ears.

Aphrodite clasped her wife's hands in her own and tended to the succulent pearl with perfect application of slow licks and soft, butterfly kisses. She had barely begun to lick the inside of the divine pussy before she felt Athena push her hips up into Aphrodite's face, plunging her probing tongue even deeper inside as a result.

Athena had been experiencing a pleasure she had never felt before, but as she felt the very last vestige of her virginity claimed by her wife, she felt no shame, or despair, only bliss and utter contentment. She felt her toes curl, her fingers squeeze hard on Aphrodite's own and her mind go utterly void of any thought as she experienced her very first orgasm. It seemed to last forever, but eventually she came down from her high, looking over to find a smiling Aphrodite on her side licking up the leftovers after collecting them on her fingers.

She embraced her wife wholeheartedly, whispering sweet nothings and many thanks over and over. Time mattered little to immortals, but this pair of immortals wanted to enjoy themselves as long as possible, both of them kissing and sharing as much passion as they could before they felt a desire to rest.

Kissing her wife, Athena let her own smile play on her lips as she finally relaxed completely. Aphrodite and her talked, made love and generally rested for a long period before dozing off. Their bodies interlaced, the pair enjoyed slumber for a solid week before returning to their duties proper. Thankfully for the mortal realm time had a different meaning on Mount Olympus, so real time at all passed in truth.

But as they went about their tasks, including subtle mortal world excursions, the pair thought about the other, and the eternal lives they had to spend together. And they wouldn't regret a single moment of it.

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Well my friends, that was quite the effort on my part to write, hopefully less so for you to read.

As a special note, on the day of this stories posting, it is Major Mike Powell's birthday!
Happy Birthday mi hermano!

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