A divine visit

Jack was woken up by a familiar voice whispering his name in his ear.

“Jack,” Aphrodite whispered, her breath warm against his skin. “Jack, wake up, my Champion.” Her voice was like honey, sweet and soothing.

Jack stirred. The darkness of Jack's chamber fractured as soft moonlight framed a figure at the edge of his bed. His eyes fluttered open to find Aphrodite perched on his mattress - her pale skin luminous against the shadows that pooled around them. He was lying in his bed, Millia still curled up in his arms, sleeping peacefully, her head on his chest. Aphrodite sat next to her daughter, her hand on Jack's shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Jack asked groggily, rubbing his eyes. He felt like he had been asleep for hours, but he wasn’t sure. The room was dark, the only light coming from the full moon outside his window.

“Don’t be alarmed, Jack,” she whispered, shifting forward so moonlight caught the curve of her smile. In the darkness, those red-tipped toes seemed less like flesh than promises waiting to be kept. “I just came to check on my daughter… and my investment.”

“Your investment?” Jack repeated, confused. He glanced down at Millia, but she was still asleep, oblivious to the conversation.

“Yes, my investment,” Aphrodite replied, her voice amused. “You, my dear Jack. You are my Champion, after all. And I need to make sure that my investment is… paying off.” Her eyes flicked to Millia, then back to him.

Jack felt a rush of heat to his cheeks. He wasn’t sure what to say, or what Aphrodite was implying.

“I see you've already Claimed her. One day in, and already so much accomplished,” Aphrodite continued, her voice soft and ever sensual. She trailed her hand down Jack's chest, her fingers brushing over his stomach. Jack sucked in a breath, feeling his body respond to her touch.

“Is that… is that a good thing?” he asked, unsure what to make of her reaction.

“Oh, very much so,” Aphrodite purred, her eyes locked on his. She was close now, her face mere inches from his. “Do you know how many heroes of legend that failed where you succeeded? The amount of men that tried to claim my Millia here and failed… you wouldn't believe it. Achilles himself hasn't offered me a prayer for a couple hundred years now, still seething from the humiliation of it.” She laughed softly, her breath hot against his skin.

“I’m glad I could… impress you,” he stammered, not knowing what else to say. Millia stirred in his arms, whimpering softly in her sleep.

“Mmm, you've certainly impressed me, Jack,” Aphrodite murmured, her hand sliding lower to rest on his hip. “Of course, I will have to reward you for your accomplishments.”

Jack's breath caught in his throat as Aphrodite’s hand moved lower, her fingers brushing against his cock. He was already half-hard, and her touch sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

“Y-you do?” he stuttered, his voice hoarse.

“Oh yes,” Aphrodite breathed, leaning closer. “As my Champion, you deserve to be rewarded. And I have a few ideas as to how.” Her hand closed around his member, squeezing gently. Jack groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Do you enjoy my touch, Champion?” she whispered, stroking him slowly.

“Fuck…” Jack breathed, his head falling back against the pillow. “Yes… oh god, yes…”

“I thought so,” Aphrodite chuckled, her thumb brushing over the head of his cock. She could feel the dampness there, evidence of his arousal. She smirked,

“But first,” she said, releasing his cock and sitting up. “I want to hear from you, Jack. Tell me about my daughter. Tell me what you did to make her submit to you.” She ran her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle but firm. “Tell me everything, my Champion. Don’t leave out a single detail.”

Jack swallowed hard, trying to focus despite the haze of lust clouding his mind. He looked down at Millia, still sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“Well,” he began, his voice rough with desire. “It started at work, I suppose. We were working at the club, and things got a little… heated between us.” He cleared his throat, trying to gather his thoughts. “There was some trouble with a customer, and then Liza…” He trailed off, unsure how much to reveal.

“Liza?” Aphrodite prompted, her eyes narrowing slightly. “What about her?”

“She… uh… she made an offer to Millia. To be a dancer at the club,” Jack explained. “And… well, she tried to **** the issue. Tried to… take advantage of Millia.”

Aphrodite's eyes flashed with anger, but she quickly masked it with a smile. “And how did my daughter handle herself?” she asked, her voice carefully controlled.

“She handled herself well, I think,” Jack replied. “She… she stood up for herself, and for me. She defended me, actually.” He smiled slightly, pride swelling in his chest. “She slapped Liza, twice. Told her not to disrespect me again.”

Aphrodite raised an eyebrow, surprise evident on her face. “Really? My little Millia did that?” She looked down at her daughter with a mixture of pride and disbelief. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect that from her. She’s always been so… in control. Well, for a nymph that is.” She added, a smirk playing at her lips at the look of disbelief covering Jack's face. “But I suppose that’s the effect you would have on someone like her, isn’t it, my Champion?”

Jack felt his cheeks heat again, but he didn’t deny her words. Instead, he simply shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the turmoil inside him.

“I suppose so,” he said, his voice low. “But that’s not all that happened. After Liza tried to… well, you know. After that, Millia asked me to teach her how to fight. How to defend herself.” He looked back down at Millia, remembering the fire in her eyes. “She said she wanted to be a warrior, like me.”

Aphrodite's smirk widened into a grin. “Ah, I see. And what did you do, my Champion? Did you teach her how to fight, or did you teach her how a woman should behave?” Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was an undercurrent of something more. Something that made Jack’s pulse quicken.

“I did both,” he admitted, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his voice. “We came back here, to the basement. I set up a training area, and we, well, we sparred. Things got… intense.”

Aphrodite leaned forward eagerly. “Oh, do tell me more, my Champion.”

Jack hesitated, unsure if he should share the details of their encounter. But Aphrodite's eager expression and the heat in her eyes made him continue.

“We… well, we agreed on a wager,” he said slowly. “If she could land a strike on me, I would remove a piece of clothing. And if I landed two on her, she’d be **** to do the same.”

Aphrodite's grin widened. “And you won, of course,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Tell me, my Champion, did you **** her to undress? To expose her most sacred as punishment for her overconfident?”

Jack took a deep breath, remembering the feel of Millia’s skin beneath his hands. “Well, yes, I did."

Aphrodite's laughter filled the room, light and carefree. “Oh, you are delicious, my Champion,” she said, trailing a hand down his chest again. “And what did my daughter say to that? Did she refuse, or did she accept your terms?”

“She accepted,” Jack said, his voice growing stronger as he remembered the events, “after some convincing. She took off the dress, and… then we fought another round.”

“I imagine she would insist upon that, yes,” Aphrodite laughed, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “And of course you brought her down again, made her submit, made her beg for your... release.” Her fingers tightened around Jack's shaft, making it hard to think. “Oh, what I’d loved to spectate that moment.”

“You could say that,” Jack said, his awe slowly surrendering to the building arousal. “I made her beg for my cock, and then I took her.”

Aphrodite's expression changed, her eyes darkening with desire. “Oh, I’m sure you did,” she purred, leaning down to brush her lips against his. “And I’m sure my daughter enjoyed every second of it, didn’t she?” She glanced down at Millia again, her expression softening. “She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. So different from the angry nymph she was when she left my realm. To think it's been but a day... But you did it, my wonderful Jack. You claimed my daughter, made her your ****. And now, you’ve earned your reward.”

“R-reward?” Jack repeated, his voice shaky with desire. “What… what do you mean?”

Aphrodite's smile was predatory as she squeezed his cock, stroking it slowly. “Your prize, my Champion,” she purred. “For being such a good boy, for claiming my daughter and making her yours. I’m going to give you a reward you’ll never forget.”

“Aphrodite, what are you—” Jack’s words were cut off as Aphrodite leaned down, her lips softly kissing the tip of his cock. He groaned, his head falling back against his pillow. “Fuck… oh fuck…”

Aphrodite chuckled, licking the tip of his cock before slowly taking him into her mouth.