Like mother, like daughter

Jack finished reading the text on the screen, then looked up at Aphrodite with a mix of surprise and gratitude on his face. “Thank you, goddess,” he said sincerely. “These are… incredible.” He looked down at his nymph, who was still leaning against his leg. She looked up at him with a soft smile on her face, a quiet question in her eyes. “I can turn invisible now. Kind of. And you’re so much stronger now,” he said, running his hand through her hair. “I can’t wait to see what you can do.”

Millia nuzzled against his touch, purring contentedly. “Me neither, master,” she said softly. “I will become the greatest warrior or nymphkind. Just you watch.”

Jack smiled down at her, feeling a surge of affection for his nymph. “I don’t doubt it for a second,” he said, meaning it. “If you can get past your weird habit of undressing in the midst of a fight, that is.” She answered by biting his thigh, then sticking out her tongue at him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Aphrodite watched them with a fond smile on her face, clearly pleased with the bond that was forming between her Champion and her daughter. “You two are deliciously adorable,” she said, looking at them as if savoring a juicy bite from a steak. “I’m so glad to see you harmonizing so well.” She leaned forward, placing a hand on Jack’s knee. “But now, my Champion, I’m afraid it’s time for me to leave. I have other matters to attend to, and I’m not so blind as to miss my moment of graceful exit.”

“Of course, goddess,” Jack said, bowing his head. “Thank you for coming to see us, and for all of your gifts. We appreciate them greatly.”

Aphrodite smiled, standing up from the couch before adopting a regal pose. “Thee are most welcome, mine Champion,” she said with teasing formality. Then she winked again. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you both.” She leaned down and kissed Jack on the cheek, then did the same to Millia. “Until next time, my loves,” she said, then disappeared in a rose scented cloud of pink mist.

Jack and Millia sat in silence for a moment, processing everything that had just happened. Then, Jack turned to Millia and pulled her into his arms, holding her close. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think your mother is having the time of her life,” he said, running his hand up and down her back.

Millia giggled, snuggling closer to him. “Oh, that she is. She always said that she hasn’t been truly entertained since teasing poor Paris along with her sisters, and I know she has just been waiting for another war to start up between them.” She pulled back slightly, looking him in the eye with a mischievous grin on her face. “You know, while listening in on yours and my mother's roleplay, I can't help but feel that you held back when Claiming me. You offered her quite more firm of a hand than you did me.”

Jack chuckled. “Oh, now I’m afraid my fragile and innocent little nymph isn't quite sure what she’s asking for," he said, a teasing glint in his eye. "Unless she’s in fact asking to be treated like a cheap and worthless little whore by the man who owns her?."

Millia bit her lip, her eyes adorable large as she looked at him from behind her eyelashes. “And if that is indeed what this poor, fragile little nymph is asking for?” She pressed her body against his, grinding against his growing erection. “Please, master. Show me what it means to be owned by the Champion of Aphrodite.”

Jack growled softly, feeling his desire ignite at her words. “If you insist, my nymph,” he said huskily, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back to expose her neck. He leaned down, biting and sucking at her soft skin as she moaned with pleasure. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he added, giving her a stern look. “Once we start, I won’t hold back. Are you prepared for that?”

Millia nodded, her breathing heavy with arousal. “It’s the reason for my existence, master,” she said breathlessly, her eyes locked on his. “I was born in order to satisfy your every need. No matter how deviant or perverted they are, nor how much humiliation and suffering they may cause me.” She reached down, stroking his hardening cock through his boxers. “Allow me to serve my purpose, master.”

Jack groaned softly, unable to resist her any longer. With a swift motion, he pulled her chiton over her head and tossed it aside, exposing her perfect breasts. He leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth as she moaned with ecstasy. His other hand slid down her body, slipping beneath her skirt to find her already wet and ready for him. He growled against her skin, nipping at her nipple as he slid a finger inside her.

“Oh, gods,” Millia cried out, her body arching against his. “Yes, master, please.” She grabbed his head, holding him against her breast as he sucked and bit at her sensitive skin. Her hips bucked against his hand, driving his finger deeper inside her. “More, master, I need more.”

Jack obliged, sliding a second finger inside her tight hole. He pumped them in and out, curling them to hit her G-spot as she writhed with pleasure. His thumb found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles as he continued to suck on her nipple. Millia moaned and gasped, her body trembling with desire.

But Jack wasn't about to release her yet. "It's time to start your training, little ****. Starting with your throat." He pulled her down to the floor, and made her kneel with her back against the couch as he stood over her. "Open your mouth," he commanded, and Millia obeyed. "Stick out your tongue, and keep your mouth open," Jack commanded, and Millia followed his orders. Then, just as he had on her mother’s, Jack spat on her tongue, causing her eyes to widen in surprise, but she didn't pull away.

He pulled down his pants, letting his cock spring out and slap Millia across the cheek. "You'll keep your tongue out and your mouth open as I fuck your throat, and you'll hold your hands together behind you. If you move them to touch yourself, I'll punish you severely. Understand, ****?" Millia nodded, her eyes wide. "Words, ****. I want to hear you say it."

"I understand, master," she said, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"Good," Jack said, pressing his cock against her lips. "Now stick out your tongue further, I want it to lick my balls as I fuck your face." Millia whimpered, but obeyed his command. Jack grabbed her hair, pulling her head forward until the tip of his cock slipped between her lips. "Now, I'll start slow," he growled, pressing himself deeper into her mouth. Millia's eyes widened as he filled her, her tongue lapping at his balls just as he had commanded. He pulled back slightly, letting her take a breath before pushing forward again. "That's it, ****, take my cock deeper into that pretty little mouth of yours," he said huskily, thrusting slowly in and out of her.

Millia moaned around his length, her eyes tearing up as he stretched her throat. But she didn't pull away, didn't try to stop him. She took him deeper with each thrust, her tongue swirling around his balls as he fucked her face. Jack groaned with pleasure, feeling her hot mouth envelop him. He increased his pace, slamming into her throat with more ****.

"Fuck,” he growled, his hand tightening in her hair. "You're such a good little ****, Millia. Such a good whore." He thrust faster, harder. Millia's moans vibrated around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

So he shoved harder.