Too many women...

“Oh wow,” you whisper, “Uh, Venus? I really appreciate the thought, but, nine Goddesses? That’s just way too much. I think you’re going to be more than I can handle as it is.”

Venus pats you on your ass and grins, “Ain’t that the truth. Still, the girls will be disappointed. What should I tell them?”

“Just say that I’ll get to them after I become a God. They’ve been around enough mortals to understand.”

Venus tells the bevy of beauties that you and she have to work out a few things, but after all is in place, you’ll be more than happy to get to know them better. The Muses all sigh and pout. A few try to change your mind, but you hold firm. They wave good-bye and fade away.

Venus runs her arms up and down your torso. “Now that we’re alone, shall we make with the bumping of uglies?”

You laugh, “I always thought you were more romantic than that!”

She rips open your shirt and licks your chest. She bites softly on your nipples, causing you gasp. She says, “I’m the Goddess of love. That means a lot of things. Romance, bliss, and all those tender caring moments are things I absolutely adore. I also yearn for a good old fashioned hard and fast reaming every now and again.”

“You don’t mince words do you?”

She laughs, “Please! I’m the most honest and direct of all the Gods. Love and desire should be simple. It’s you mortals who complicate things.”

You tease her, “Oh sure, pick on the mortals. Sorry that we don’t have thousands of years, like some beings I could mention. We try, but do we get any credit? Nooooo, we get….ahhhhh” You whimper as a overwhelming surge of pleasure rips through your body. You fall back on the sand and writhe while a full body orgasm shuts down your ability to speak or even think properly.

Venus stands over you, her body almost radiating beauty. She smiles and says, “It’s not smart to mock a Goddess.” She waves her hand and the feeling within you slowly subsides.

When you get you voice back you whisper hoarsly, “What happened?”

Venus helps you to your feet. “I gave you a veiled peak at my true form. As a MORTAL,” she emphasizes the word, “you don’t have the ability to truly perceive me without…well, without dying.”

You shake your head, trying to recover your senses, “ Dying of acute beauty intoxication…well, I can sure think of worse ways to go.”

Venus throws her arms around you, “Oh, I almost killed you and still you flirt with me! You’re so sweet! I’ll tell you what. As a reward, I’ll let you cum up to a half cup of jizz at a time. How’s that sound?”