Boredom, Ishtar pov

Lounging about, I sigh, kicking my legs about, while the other gods were busy with their work. It had been a slow spring with little to do and so few hot guys to ogle or feel between my legs. For a moment, I was tempted to just play with myself right there and then, until I heard a loud smack.

"Do you think it's appropriate to do that here?" I hear my father ask, his face ever stern and furious.

"Okay, daddy," I grumble as I jump up and stormed off, still feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. After a little while, I stop in a hall and lean back against the wall, placing my fingers on my crotch, rubbing my clit, shivering with delight until I squirted all over the floor.

Yet I wasn't satisfied, it wasn't the same as having a cock railing me. I push back from the wall, stick my fingers into my mouth and enjoy my own flavour as I look down the balcony, staring down at the city of Ur.

"So boring..." I sigh, running a finger on the railing, my eyes wandering about, my gaze landing on a woman in a back alley, a man pushing her against the wall and fucking her bareback. Unfortunately, the man was not too attractive, so I just concentrated on the savageness of the man's hips as he thrust into the woman, catching glimpses of the woman moaning. Sneaking my fingers back to my crotch, I imagine myself in that woman's place as I fingerfuck myself, letting my own moans pour out, the tingles of pleasure wreaking havoc on my body; minutes later, I squirt again, making a mess of the balcony floor.

Panting, my chest heaving, I still feel unsatisfied. What I need is a dick, not my fingers, and the gods were so boring and monogamous that they would never satisfy my needs; besides which, my daddy and mummy would be furious. So, naturally, as any goddess with a need to be filled would do, was look downwards to the city of Ur and smile.

"Maybe I should see some followers in person!" I lick my lips as I begin to descend to the earth.