Coldly

"Who do you take me for? My first night here and you've already been caught peeping." she stares at you with cold eyes filled with contempt. "I had given it at least a week but it seems men can't control their urges, no matter the age, mortal or not."

She slowly begins taking steps towards you and you stumble to the ground, trying to back away from her. You try to back up but she quickly closes the space between you two with speed that's anything but human. "As a goddess I suppose it's up to me to set you on the right path, right?"

"What does that mean-" You are interrupted by Dea inching her foot from your inner thigh slowly upwards towards your crotch, the contact making you shiver, your entire being on edge. Her foot reaches it's destination and she slowly curls her toes around the pole that has formed in your pants. She begins rubbing her foot up and down. Every few seconds she applies slightly more pressure, the pleasure of which leaves you like putty in her hand...well, foot.

This goes on for a few minutes, her toes giving you jolts of electric bliss as you feel heat begin to rise from inside of you. You try your damndest not to make any noise but the pleasure gets the best of you once or twice. It isn't long until you feel yourself begin to reach your limit. It seems Dea realized as well as just as you feel yourself about to cum, she stops abruptly. Your eyes snap open as you're pulled from the cusp of orgasm.

First comes denial as you close your eyes again, waiting for the orgasm that isn't coming. Next is anger, you try and physically grind against her foot, an action that's met with a sadistic smile from Dea as she pulls her foot away, every time you come close again. Next is bargaining.

"C'mon I'm almost there." you hear yourself plead.

As a response Dea pulls her foot completely and walks towards the bed before she sits down on the edge with her legs crossed.

Depression. You let your head drop as you take on the demeanor that I would most closely describe to a kid whose ice cream cone was just knocked over by a police officer, who then informed him that his family died in a house fire.

...Too ****? Yeah, I think you're right. Let's just go with a sad puppy then.

Dea however, stares at you with a cold look as she continues to sit silently, her legs crossed.

And that leads you to the final stage, acceptance. So what if she doesn't let you come? The gods didn't give you 2 hands for nothing. Matter of fact, you're an adult, and a Duke at that, you're sure if you managed to scrounge up enough money from the castle's coffers you'd be able to afford a prostitute (or the king's wife). You stand back up, more confident in yourself, more sure. You turn to exit the room, yes, you may be stuck with Dea for a year, but with this new self-discovery you think you've just made, you'll never fall for cheap tricks like that again.

"Ahem" you hear from behind you.

You turn back to the goddess to see her uncross her legs before spreading them wide. Her blue laced panties literally dissipating as if it were magic, leaving nothing but the view of her pinkish lips staring straight at you.

"You know what to do." she simply says, her sadistic smile growing larger.