Aphrodite's Other Daughter

Aphrodite's Other Daughter.

How time flies! I wrote this story almost fifteen years ago and have dragged it back out into the light from the dark secret folder I used to store my soppiest and romantic tales. It's different but please enjoy.

She is so strong, I remembered thinking. I was surprised I was able to think of anything. But there it was. Her strength! Her body was built like a gladiator, long muscled legs, arms that bulged only slightly as she carried me. My blond curls were resting against her massive bosom as she hurried along the street of the village searching for an apothecary.

"You there!" her voice boomed over my head and lightly roused me from my almost comatose state. "Where is the medicine man?"

Whomever she yelled at must have pointed in the right direction. I could feel her shift her body as she kept up her hurried pace over the cobbled streets. Her boots thumped as she sped up even more in her haste to find me assistance.

It was my own fault really. How the hell was I ever going to be of use to her if I could not even lift her sword and scabbard, let alone clean it of the blood of her enemies? I had set it up on the bench, struggling with it in my too skinny arms and long flimsy legs to place it in position. I had squatted down to retrieve my cleaning cloth and the big heavy thing had fallen because I had not placed it far enough over on the uneven surface. I did not even feel the blow but I certainly saw all the stars of the heavens as it hit me squarely in the back of the head and flattened me as easily as if she had smacked me with it herself.

Gabrielle had cried out and rushed to my side. She had not even hesitated in picking up my little body and began running down the street. I passed out. Somewhere in my mind I could feel the jostle of movement as she ran. My ear listened at her massive chest and even through the huge mounds of her breasts I could hear her heart. It was thumping hard as if the light pace she moved at was too much for even her big body. I tried to struggle to get down but my body did not obey my mental commands.

"Hold on, Kisha," my mistress cooed into my hair. "Nearly there," she whispered.

I had never heard her talk so softly. Never heard her sound so worried as the shadows, perceived through my closed eye-lids, for I could not open my eyes to look up to her and somehow tell her I was ok, flittered past as she ran past the taller buildings.

Suddenly she stopped and I felt my body lain down on a cold but somehow soft surface. I heard Gabrielle talking urgently to someone then the world went completely cold and dark.

When I awoke I was resting on my straw bed not far from the campfire that Gabrielle lit each night as we travelled. The land around me was unfamiliar and I realised that my mistress must have moved on from the village where we had spent several nights simply relaxing. I had been busy cleaning her uniforms and fighting equipment. She had spent it drinking and talking with the locals and finding out whether any of them had need of her strong arm and deadly sword.

She must be on the trail of some demon or at least some evil. She was squatting at the fire with her back to me and I could hear the sound of her whetstone running the full length of her precious sword.

"Gabrielle," I called softly. My voice was strange and I hardly recognised the sound that came from my throat.

"Who's there!" my mistress jumped to her feet and held her sword ready to attack any that came at her.

"It's just me, Gabrielle. Kisha," I said a little more loudly.

"Kisha is dead, demon!" she snarled and her sword twirled in deadly circles as she peered out into the darkness searching for the demon.

"Oh no!" I cried. "I was so useless that the sword falling upon my head killed me!"

"Do not lie to me, Demon. You know that no sword fell upon her pretty curls. Deadly poison, meant for me, hidden in her washcloths so that when she cleaned my armour and sword I would contact it with my skin. The fumes overcame her but the useless medicine man had no antidote. Now she is dead and her body gone to the flames and her ashes to the wind. Do not torment me with her memory. Come and fight me like a man or begone!" she growled into the darkness.

I remained quiet. I understood now why I had not felt the blow of the sword. Obviously the strength of the poison had hit me so hard that I had passed out as if I had been struck down. I could see the tears streaming down Gabrielle's face as she remembered me. It would do me no good to try and explain to her that my spirit, it seemed, had chosen to follow her.

I watched as Gabrielle stalked off into the darkness that surrounded her camp. She would be gone for some time if my previous experience with her was any guess. She would do several long circuits to ensure that no evil, demon or otherwise spied upon us.

I sat up in my straw bed and wondered why it had been made at all. Obviously I had not been long gone from my mistress in that she automatically gathered soft dry grass and boughs to make a second bed for her travelling companion. It would not take much. I was barely a third of her stature and my slight body did not need much to keep it comfortable from the hard ground. Despite my long legs and slender form I did not come up much further than her magnificent breasts. I sighed as I waited for her as I did when I was alive, I would not feel those wonderful globes against my face when she happened to hug me tight when she had tasted victory in one of her battles and held me in her arms in joyful celebration.

A woman appeared from the opposite side of the camp from where Gabrielle had disappeared. She was of a wondrous beauty and I could barely stand to gaze upon her very feminine form. Her large breasts, almost bare in the silky flowing gown she wore. Its transparency obvious when she came to the other side of the fire and I could see the neatly trimmed bush covering of her sex between her long legs. Her beauty and sexiness had my own cunny moistening and in shame I turned from her to look out into the darkness where my mistress had gone.

"Kisha," the woman said in the sweetest, most musical voice I had ever heard. "Kisha do not look away from me for I have something very important to tell you about my child."

I found myself compelled to turn back to the vision and was pleased that she now sat on a small mat and that her milky white teats were covered in some sort of pale blue wrap that covered her shoulders and most of her head and face. Pale blue eyes stared out at me from her hastily placed hood.

"I did not realise, child that my body would affect your sex as if you were a man. I am sorry," she said softly as I firstly looked at her eyes and then down to the ground so she could not see the lust that still burned in my body.

"I have no right to feel the burn in my cunny or the fierce hardness of my nipples in your presence, Aphrodite. It is I that must apologise," I spoke to the ground but I knew she could hear me.

"It is why you follow my daughter, Kisha. You have a deep fire inside you that she would have quenched if she had been more aware of your loving looks and attempts to provide for her every need. Listen well, my child, for if you heed my words, your dreams, and hers," she nodded to the darkness where I could hear Gabrielle trampling through the forest, "you will be granted a love everlasting and be her companion until the weaver cuts the threads that bind you here. For now, Kisha, your thread is thin and the weaver has not decided whether to cut it completely or not. You will have two nights to convince her to confess her love for you. If you cannot make her understand that her heart does have room for love then both of you shall perish on the third night."

I blinked my eyes in astonishment at Aphrodite's pronouncement. The woman was gone. The only proof of her having been there was the light blue hooded cloak that I knew was not part of my mistress' wardrobe. I reached out and picked up the flimsy cloth in my hands. It was warm and still contained the scent of the Goddess. I felt my cunny twitch as I lifted it to my face to inhale deeply of the fragrance.

"No fucking demons, just my over active imagination, I guess," Gabrielle grumbled as she strode back to the fire and briefly warmed herself before easing her sword into its scabbard and unbuckling the belt and placing both within easy reach of hand. She settled onto her own straw bed and lay on her back staring upwards to the stars. The night went quiet and I sat watching my beautiful mistress as her pretty face relaxed as she entered the lands of Morpheus.

I lifted my dainty bottom and on long legs moved over to find a spot close by her. I sat close to her warm body and softly I let a long fingered hand reach out and gently brush her short dark hair. It had once been so long and luxurious that I could almost wrap myself in a long strand of it. I would often caress my cunny as I wrapped the strand around my nipples and dreamed of her full mane covering my body as she rubbed her body against mine as I suckled at her enormous breasts.

No man had ever touched my skin. Many had tried and it was thanks to Gabrielle's training of me in using the small dagger at my waist that kept their hands quickly withdrawn to the their sides as the sharp point found the back of their palms or even deep into a finger knuckle when they tried to pat my delicate bottom. Any man game enough to take offence at a maiden defending her honour would soon feel the cold steel of Gabrielle's sword across their throat or its sharp point pressing between their shoulder blades. "If you wish to harm my servant, good sir," she would sneeringly address them, "then you will have to defeat me first." None had ever taken the challenge.

I had bared everything to Gabrielle. She had seen my long legs, flat stomach and the fullness of my rounded breasts that I normally hid behind voluminous cloaks and loose fitting garments. I had even let her watch as I pared the light hairs from my cunny. I found them sweaty and sticky when we travelled and impossible to wash properly in the little amount of water we spared for our ablutions. It fascinated Gabrielle and she would bade me allow her to feel my smoothness and marvel at how soft my skin was. Such actions set my heart hammering and I needed to flee from her attentions lest the moisture that flowed from my soft centre would overflow onto her hand and she would think me a trollop or easy virtue that I would show my excitement in such a manner to her innocent touch.

I could not help myself around her. I lusted for her. I burned for her. And, I admitted it easily, I loved her with all of my heart and soul.

I watched her sleep. Her full lips almost drew my own down to kiss her but I satisfied myself with just a gentle stroke of her forehead and short hair. "I love you, Mistress Gabrielle," I said quietly and I could not help the wide smile on my face when it seemed that the sleeping giant heard me and her lips creased into a pretty smile.

I sat and watched as the moon rose and shone down on her magnificent body. Soon her breathing began to get even deeper as she fell into the full embrace of Morpheus. I strolled around the campsite. It was typical Gabrielle. Several trip strings were set at various points. Anything setting off the traps would find a sharp dart in their hides. Their roar of pain would immediately awaken her and her sword would be in her hand in a flash. I believed that we were safe tonight. Aphrodite's presence was still about. I could feel her.

Gabrielle began to twitch in her sleep. I ran back to her side and sat close to her again. My hand gently soothing her forehead. "No, Kisha, no, don't look!" she mumbled in her sleep. Her hands were trying to cover her groin, pressing her soft leather skirt down firmly.

"Why can't I look, Gabrielle?" I asked softly.

"Demon blood," she whimpered.

A frown creased my forehead and I shook my head. Surely she was not talking about her cycle. She had rubbed my tender stomach and kept our camp for extra days when I had been overcome by the cycle of my body. Even Gabrielle herself had enjoyed the savoury soup I cooked as a medicinal for the cramping when my body reacted badly to the shedding of my blood. Never had she referred to the monthly occurrence as Demon Blood. No, something else troubled her between her legs and for the life of me I could not determine what it could be.

I continued to stroke her hair and forehead and was pleased when it seemed her frown lines disappeared and her hands resumed their normal restful position beside her big body. I let my fingers trail over her face and down her muscular neck. She sighed in her sleep and I smiled as I continued to let my fingers revel in the feel of her.

She rolled over in her sleep. Her head almost coming to rest in my lap as I adjusted my knees so that she would not connect her face with my boniness. Her lips opened in a wider grin and I wondered if my still excited cunny was giving off a scent that pleased her. I giggled as my guess was confirmed when her nostrils flared as if she was searching for a delicious smell. I, my heart hammering in my chest, let my knees fall apart a little and allowed my hidden scent to spill out from beneath the very short skirt I wore with my soft wrap around my breasts as sleeping attire.

"Smell my love for you, Gabrielle," I said softly.

The woman in my lap whispered something that I could not hear but her lips touched my thighs and I found myself cumming in a gentle wave of heat that consumed my groin and warmed my stomach. I lay like that until the sun began to lighten the eastern sky. The world went dark and I knew no more until I awoke in my little straw bed that night. Aphrodite was sitting beside me waiting for me to rouse myself.

"Kisha, you did well last night. She dreamt of you. Your soft breasts and the treasure buried between your sweet thighs. Tonight you must rouse her to take you. Nothing less can save you both," she said the last with the regret of someone who knew that the lives of mortals lay in the balance. I could do no more than nod my head in understanding.

Gabrielle seemed more at ease tonight. I do not know how far she travelled during the day but the forest was thicker here but I could hear the burble of a small spring not far from her fire. It must have created a pool somewhere close because my mistress was gleaming with cleanliness. Her dark short hair still contained droplets of water that glistened in the fire and her mammoth breasts were uncovered and the chill of water had made her delicious looking dark red nipples stand at attention. I noted that they were not reducing in size even as she warmed herself again by the fire.

The leather shell she wore beneath her short skirt was hanging on a branch of a nearby tree and I pondered its strange depth and size. My own was a skimpy almost flat triangle of dried toughened leather. It covered my cunny quite comfortably and protected me from stray stones and sand kicked up in battle. Gabrielle, from the size of her protection, I gathered she had quite a lot of meaty lips to her cunny to need such solid protection.

I watched her eat several fish that she had caught and the aroma made my stomach rumble even though I did not feel the need to eat. She finished her meal and cleaned her fingers and mouth in a bowl of water she had filled from the creek. It was not long after that she lay in her bed and her eyes closed. I crept to the side of her body and lay myself in the firm crook of her arm and gently kissed the flesh of her breasts that she left exposed to the night sky. Her small sighs as I kissed her tanned flesh and let my lips trace a path to her firm nipples were encouraging. Telling her that I loved her madly I let my small mouth encompass her nipple and lathed it with my tongue before gently sucking upon it.

"Ahh, Kisha your sweet mouth feels so close to me, my love. If you were with me now I would let you feast upon the flesh of my soul and damn the consequences," she sobbed even as her arm tightened around my body and her big hand cupped my tiny arse.

I pressed warmly to her and let my mouth kiss across to her other breast as her arm tightened on my little body. "Ah Kisha, Kisha, Kisha," she murmured in her sleep as her arms embraced me and placed me over her chest and hot stomach. I spread my legs over her hips and let my body slide down slowly until I could feel the furnace beneath her short sleeping skirt. Deftly my little fingers undid the soft knots at the sides of her garment and giggled quietly as I felt it slip from her hips. My little cunny got even wetter as I used my fluids to help me slide down a little more. Soon I would bump into the meatiness of her large cunny and I would feel her as intimately as I could.

Something was wrong! My little cunny now exposed as I pulled my skirt up to let my smooth skin rest against her heated flesh was not sliding further down until I could press against the unseen but meaty flesh of her own cunny. Surely this was the way of women. To rub our excited sexes against each other. The nub of my girly protuberance peaking from between by hot wet flaps seeking to find the one that would appear between Gabrielle's own lips. Instead something large and hot reared against me. I gently extracted myself from her sleepy grasp and turned myself around to face her groin. A large and heated cock greeted my eyes. How could this be so? I almost wailed in confusion.

"Demon blood!" Gabrielle wailed from behind me. This is what she meant? Surely not! Already I knew that her brother, Hermaphrodite was reputed to have the genitals of both his mother and his sire, Hermes. Did Gabrielle not know that such a combination could again occur within her own body? I stared at the large cock even as my fingers reached out and surrounded its awesome girth. I needed both hands to wrap around her securely.

"This is your test, Kisha," Aphrodite smiled at me from her daughter's feet. "She believes I lay with a demon to produce such a huge organ upon her body. She hates it and is afraid that she will never scabbard it within such as you, a dainty and delicate flower. It is within your power to remove the lie she has built in her head. If she sees you enjoying her massive weapon and believes that you love her despite what she sees as an ugly and evil thing between her legs then she may just become tamer and understanding herself. The demons she pursues are in her mind and she has blamed them for her unhappiness. You can help her see that she can be loved.

"I have faith in you, Kisha. I know that you are capable of subduing her and making her yours forever," the beautiful woman giggled. "The other that you seek is beneath her huge weapon and should you conquer her mighty staff that secret well of her body will be yours as well."

The woman again disappeared as I blinked in disbelief at the heat and hardness of the weapon that swelled even greater in my slowly moving hands as I did for my beautiful mistress what is natural to any woman that finds a male's organ in her hands. The smell of her fluids that had begun to leak from the blind eye of her cock reached my nostrils and I found my mouth salivating at the sweet musky smell. I could not help but lean forward and let my lips suck at the clear nectar that I pumped up with my slowly moving hands.

Certainly I felt myself becoming even wetter the more I kissed and sucked at her organ. My channel was not closed. I had used the handle of my little dagger and my own long fingers to tear my hymen many moons ago. In fact my cunny was used to having objects as large as the big yellow yams that we sometimes found in the markets inside her as I prepared dishes for my mistress that would give her a taste of my womanly body. I felt my cunny ache and I knew that I would try to take this monster deep inside her and allow my mistress to see the joy on my face as I impaled myself to the root on her troublesome weapon.