I did it because it was there.

(Authors note: I’m trying something different this time. I’m going to attempt to write this entire chapter using only voice dictation on my iPhone. So far it’s been kind of sketchy. This is my first attempt at even using dictation but if it works it should speed up my production.)

(Second note: it’s been 20 minutes and I’ve only hammered out one paragraph. My illiterate autistic 14 year old writes faster. Or at least texts faster. And the parsing errors! Back to the old fashioned way. Maybe if I’m struck with inspiration at work this’ll help but for now I’m back to using my fingers.)

(Final Note: So it’s been about three weeks since I started this. I’m not good with sex scenes, and writing them still intimidates the hell out of me. But here you are folks. Things should flow more smoothly again for a while. Next chapter will be in the Rasputin branch)

For the goddess of beauty and love, Aphrodite is honestly horrible in bed. You’ve had more interactivity with video games. Or solitaire. It’s pretty obvious that she’s used to getting by on her looks alone because all she does is lay there like a dead fish, flop around, and occasionally make moaning sounds. That isn’t to say that it doesn’t feel good, after all goddess pussy is goddess pussy, but clearly her reputation is over-hyped. You tend to prefer more responsiveness in your partners.

This, of course, doesn’t stop you from rogering her brutally. Mounting her from behind, you roughly begin thrusting with no warning, driving into her like a bullet train. By the gods, you’re going to get a response from this bitch one way or another, even if it means fucking her to ****. She moans listlessly at your initial foray, encouraging you to up the ante. You’re actually starting to get pissed off after all the badgering she did at you to make this happen. You grab a handful of her flowing raven tresses and yank hard, and slip your other hand around her lily white throat, forcing her to arch her back as you continue to beat her pussy like a redheaded step child. This elicits a surprised squeak from her, which you cut off by squeezing her trachea with far more **** than you would allow yourself with either of your sisters.

Years of pent up frustration and aggression come to the surface, and all three of the voices in your head cheer your body on, id, superego, and disorganized **** for once in total agreement that hatefucking this bitch is the best idea right now, and your ego, driving your body, complies happily. Grip still held tight, you withdraw from the divine cunt, causing her to make a kitten like sound of disappointment, and look down at that magnificent alabaster ass. Yep. We’re going there.

Penetration of an unprepared rectum is usually a difficult process, especially when the only lube involved is vaginal secretion, and then only on the intrusive member. Yes, it will stretch given time and gentle effort, but that tight little muscle that serves as the gateway to the bowels stands an effective guard against intrusion unless plied with lubricant and massage.

You, however, have your newly goddess-blessed Doomcock.

The sound of divine anguish that tears itself from the mouth of the goddess as you **** your diamond hard and titanium rigid member through the celestial sphincter is almost as cathartic as taking Beth for the first time was, but in a totally different direction. And damned if you don’t want more. Your fingers claw down into her lower back hard enough to draw blood as you begin to seriously wreck her asshole. Hammer blows of your pelvic bone against her impressive gluteals push your tool deep into her guts, exhorting more and more vocalization from the violated goddess. This in turn exhorts you to ever more brutal effort, culminating in a loud scream which would be sure to wake up Caroline downstairs if you weren’t certain that this was all a bizarrely lucid dream. You unload in her bowels with a guttural roar as out of the corner of your eye you see the telltale scrolling of the AM’s score HUD. Interesting...

You pull out of her, your still rampant pillar now dyed crimson with the results of burst capillaries inside the Bimbo Goddess’ now gaping ass. No shit stains. Do goddesses even shit? And if they don’t, why do they have assholes? She collapses forward, no longer supported by your stranglehold on her throat, and lays, face down, moaning.

“You’re not done, bitch.” Once more grasping her hair you yank her up and drag her around to face you. Her eyes have that glazed look you’ve come to associate with a woman dropping into sub-space; you cup her chin gazing into those eyes, and whisper in a harsh growl, “Look at the mess you’ve made. Clean it.”

Her empty eyes dart to your reddened pole and she quickly moves to comply, starting with long licks over the surface, her small red tongue darting out as she tastes her ass, cunt, and blood on your raging phallus. Finally she takes you in her mouth and begins to lovingly bob her head on your cock. Clearly dicksucking is where her reputation came from, as she’s damn good, her skill almost instantly causing your balls to boil once more, threatening to overflow in mere moments.

Yeah, you don’t plan on giving her that pleasure. “Look at me.” She does, her formerly blank stare now holding the smug divine pride of a woman who knows she’s in her element and has control. Clearly she’s never sucked off a sociopath before. The smugness changes to shock as you grab her hair again and go back to your old friend irrumätio. A look akin to fear is in them as you begin to plumb the depths of her throat, using her mouth and gullet the same way you did her ass. The fear changes to excitement and submission as she begins moaning around you cock when you allow her the air to do so.

Her eyes never leave yours as you facefuck her with all the energy your now divine stamina grants you, finally shoving in balls-deep and erupting once more down her throat. Her eyes roll in her head as her body shudders in what is clearly a powerful orgasm, her throat working overtime to swallow the copious amount of semen that you send flowing down into her stomach.

Sated once more, you withdraw, allowing your cock to wilt as you gaze down at the shuddering form of the Goddess of Beauty and Love.

“There’s a twenty on the nightstand. Don’t be here when I wake up.” You lay down and close your eyes, a smug grin on your lips and you fall asleep to the moans of a goddess.