A goddess' guilty pleasures

Aphrodite's laugh reverberated through the room, throaty and rich, as her tongue danced across Jack's cockhead in slow circles. His hips jerked reflexively, hands burying in her golden waves before he could think to stop them, driving himself deeper into her waiting mouth. The goddess shuddered with pleasure, eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste of him.

Jack's fingers tangled in her hair, gripping tightly as he thrust upward. Aphrodite's eyes flashed open, meeting his gaze with unbridled lust. Her tongue swirled expertly around his head while she took him deeper, saliva dripping down her chin in thin threads. The goddess didn't pull away—instead, she relaxed her throat, allowing him to slide even deeper.

"You're just a whore, aren't you?" Jack growled, voice rough with desire as he **** her back down. "Aren't you? Aren't you just a fucking cock-hungry whore?"

Aphrodite's response was another enthusiastic moan as she deepthroated him again. Tears leaked from the corners of her closed eyes, but her determination never wavered. Her hands moved to caress his balls gently while she continued her worshipful attentions. Her eyes watered as she felt his cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat, allowing him to slide even deeper. Jack groaned, feeling his cock throb in her mouth as she deepthroated him. He couldn't believe this was happening, that a Goddess was willingly submitting to him like this. But he wasn't going to complain. He thrust up into her mouth again, holding her head in place as he fucked her throat with wild abandon. Aphrodite moaned and gagged around him, eyes closed in ecstasy as she let him use her mouth however he pleased. Her hands moved up to caress his balls, cupping them gently as she continued to suck him off.

Jack’s hands tightened in her hair, pulling her head back to look up at him. Aphrodite complied, her mouth never leaving his cock as she gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes. "You want my cum, don't you? You want it inside your mouth, or maybe you want it all over your pretty face?" he grunted, thrusting up into her mouth roughly. Aphrodite's eyes widened, but she didn't object. Instead, she moaned around his cock, her hands moving to grab his ass and pull him closer. "Oh, you fucking slut," Jack groaned, grabbing her head and forcing himself deeper into her mouth. "Stick you finger up my ass, you whore."

Aphrodite hesitated for a moment, but then she did as he said. Jack's body shuddered with pleasure as he felt one of her fingers press against his tight hole, pushing past the resistance and into his ass. He groaned loudly, his hips bucking up off the bed as he drove himself even deeper into Aphrodite's mouth.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck… you're just a pathetic whore… just like your daughter…” He growled, thrusting wildly as he felt his orgasm building. He pulled her face free from his cock and brought it close to his own, janking her hair. "Answer me, bitch!" he ordered.

“My..." She whispered, closing her eyes. "My, my... it's been a long time since someone dared to speak to me like that." She opened her eyes, looking him dead in his. "I think I like you, Jack Temple."

“Say it, you fucking whore. Say that you're a pathetic, worthless whore," Jack demanded, his voice thick with lust.

Aphrodite smiled, a devious glint in her eyes. She brought her face close to his, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “I’m a pathetic, worthless whore,” she whispered, her breath hot against his lips. “Just for you, my Champion. And I’m going to take your cum like the good little whore I am.” Then her eyes shot wide again as he spit on her face, landing on her full lips. She tasted it with her tongue and closed her eyes. "I shouldn't allow this," she whispered.

"Then why don't you stop me?" Jack said, spitting on her face once more. Aphrodite's body shuddered, and she let out a soft moan.

“I'm but a woman... and it's been too long. Though I may have to kill you once you're done with me," she whispered.

"Then I better make the most of it. Open your mouth, goddess, so I can spit right into it." He said, grabbing her jaw. Aphrodite's face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and hesitation, before she obeyed. Jack spat into her open mouth, then he grabbed her hair again. “Now, swallow it like a good whore, and say thank you master for letting you do so,” he commanded.

Aphrodite closed her mouth, swallowing the saliva in her mouth. “Thank you, master,” she said, her eyes flashing with lust.

Jack groaned. Then, in his best imitation of his favorite nymph, he slapped her. Slapped the Goddess of Lust and Beauty right across her cheek. She was caught off-guard, her eyes widening in shock as the sound of the slap echoed through the room.

“Beg me to spit in your mouth again, you pathetic whore,” Jack growled, his cock throbbing with need. “Beg me, or I’ll never give you this again."

Aphrodite’s eyes darkened, anger and desire flashing across her features. For a moment, Jack thought he had gone too far. But then, to his surprise, she raised her chin toward him, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Please, my Champion, spit in my mouth again." The she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

Jack didn’t hesitate. He spat on her outstretched tongue, watching as she closed her mouth and swallowed. Then he did it again. And again. Aphrodite took it all, her eyes never leaving his as she obeyed his every command. He slapped her again, harder this time, leaving a red mark on her cheek.

“Beg for my cum, you worthless walking pair of tits. Beg me to cover your pathetic face in my seed," he said.

Aphrodite shuddered as his words washed over her, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she leaned closer to him, her face inches from his. Her makeup was smeared, her mascara running down her cheeks. She looked like a complete mess, but Jack had never seen anything more beautiful.

“Please, master,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “Please cover my face in your seed. Mark me as yours, if only for tonight. Paint me with your cum, and make me yours."

“Fuck,” Jack groaned, feeling his orgasm building to a crescendo. "Present your face to be painted, whore," he ordered.

Aphrodite complied, presenting herself to Jack. He grabbed her hair, pulling her closer as he jerked his cock. Aphrodite opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue invitingly. She didn't have to wait long.

With a guttural moan, Jack came, shooting ropes of hot cum onto Aphrodite's face. She shuddered with pleasure, opening her mouth to catch as much of it as she could. The first shot hit her on the cheek, leaving a thick trail of white running down to her jaw. The second hit her on the forehead, splattering across her skin. The third landed on her lips, and Aphrodite eagerly licked it up, savoring the taste of her Champion's seed.

“Yes,” she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, give it all to me, my Champion. Give it all to me.” She didn't know how much she had missed the feeling of being used, degraded, humiliated. And by a man no less. A mortal man.

Jack kept cumming, his seed covering Aphrodite's face in thick, white ropes. He shot it onto her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. He even got some in her hair, covering her in his essence. Aphrodite loved it, reveling in the feeling of being marked. She had never felt so alive, so desired. She had forgotten what it was like to be treated like this, to be used and degraded. This was something she couldn’t allow among her peers. Not even Ares would dare to use her in this manner.

But Jack wasn’t her peer, he was a mortal man. She didn’t have to relish her pride here, sacrifice enjoyment for the sake of status. Now, as Jack's cum covered her face and dripped down onto her chest, she remembered why she had created nymphs in the first place. They were reflections of herself, and in them, she saw her own desires and needs. And right now, her desire was to be used by this man, her Champion.

When Jack finally finished cumming, Aphrodite sat back on her heels, her face covered in his seed. She looked up at him, a smile spreading across her lips.

“Thank you, my Champion,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. “That was… unexpected. But very much appreciated.” She reached up, running her fingers through the cum on her face. Then, she brought them to her lips, licking them clean. “Mmm, delicious,” she moaned, savoring the taste.

“You’re a goddess,” Jack said, still trying to catch his breath. “Shouldn’t you be the one… I don’t know, doing that to me?”

Aphrodite laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Maybe next time, my Champion," she said. “But I trust you to be wise enough to avoid any unfortunate misinterpretations of this little roleplay of ours. You are my Champion, and I am a goddess. That will never change.” She reached out, gently cupping his face in her hand. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun every now and then, does it?” She grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jack nodded, still feeling a little dazed from what had just happened. He had just made a goddess swallow his cum, and spit on her. He wondered if he had crossed a line, but the look in Aphrodite’s eyes told him that he hadn't. In fact, she seemed to have wholly enjoyed it.

“I think I need a drink,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. “Care to join me, my goddess?”

Aphrodite's laughter rang out through the room again, and she nodded. “I would love to, my Champion. After all, it’s not every day I get to relax and unwind with a mortal. Especially one as… talented as you.” She winked at him teasingly.

He threw off the covers and stood up, careful not to wake Millia.

"You don't have to worry, my Champion. Millia, you may stop pretending to sleep. I'd have you join us for the drink as well, my daughter."

Jack was shocked by the sudden revelation, but he remained silent. Millia looked up at them from where she lay on the bed, a mischievous smile playing at her lips.

"Yes, mother," she said, stretching languidly. "Though you can't fault me for pretending to sleep while my mother fucks my human in our shared bed. It would be strange not to."

Aphrodite grinned at her daughter, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face.

"Oh, it wasn't fucking, daughter," she said. "Just a little roleplaying between your master and I."

"Of course it wasn't, mother," Millia said, her tone teasing. She got out of bed and joined them, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Jack's cheek. "Are you alright, love?"

Jack nodded, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He couldn't believe that Millia had been awake the entire time, and that she had just pretended to sleep through it all.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Just... you aren't upset? About what happened?" He glanced at Aphrodite, who was watching them with amusement in her eyes.

Millia laughed, shaking her head. "Well, I may have been, if not for our bond, which allows me to experience your emotions as clear as my own. I know my place in your heart, Jack Temple. And it turns out that not even the Goddess of Love can challenge that." She looked at her mother, a teasing glint in her eye. "So, how about that drink, master? If you'll allow me to share one, that is." She batted her eyelashes playfully, looking up at Jack through her lashes.

Jack chuckled, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Of course, my nymph," he said. "Let's go have a drink."

Millia smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips. Then, she swept out of the room, Aphrodite tracing her with open surprise in her eyes.

"I barely recognize my daughter in this nymph of yours," she said, shaking her head slightly. "I'd ask for words of wisdom, but I suspect you've given her something that's unaccessible for a mother, no matter how divine she is." Aphrodite caressed his cock softly. "Something only a master could give his nymph." She laughed, letting go of him. "Come, let's go share that drink. And then I have more gifts to bestow upon you, my Champion." She winked.

Jack shook his head as he followed the goddess out of his room, his mind still reeling from everything that had happened.