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Pericles stalked the halls of the third ring, his still-hard cock slapping at his washboard abs with every step, the rigid tension of the thing only overshadowed by the acute ache in his testicles. But to his dismay, as he roamed the gardens and baths he found only well-paired off couples getting it on... and a little part of him held more sympathy for the lesser men now. Sure, he could insert himself into any ongoing sexual situation and take control over it with his insane size and stamina, but then he'd be no better than those two at the head of the order, he didn't want to make anyone else feel how he felt in this moment.
After he'd roamed the whole of the third circle, he considered other options. He could try to rub one out on his own, but his cock was so familiar with getting off between lips or tits or stuffed deep inside the hot recesses of a cunt it always felt so disappointing to use his hand. He thought about going to the second circle where he could easily find some easily overwhelmed acolyte or lower priestess, but he knew that would just delay his gratification and he'd still be left with his hand and a gaped-out unconscious girl.
He'd never before considered how working to become such a sexual conqueror had put him in a place where sex with those not as well adapted would become so disappointing. For the second time since leaving the orgy of the Elite, he was struck by a pang of empathy, this time for Aphrodite and Kassandra. He had just ruled out half the temple for sex, and he wasn't nearly so high up the erotic food chain as those two Apex predators... how would it be when he WAS able to fuck them to satisfaction? Would he know enjoyment with anyone else? It was hard to imagine, and Aphrodite, as a Goddess, had been literally born to such elevation above others.
Pericles yawned. Now that his massive cock and hard-working brain were fighting for all the blood in his body, he could no longer even keep his eyes open long enough to consider getting off. He wandered back to his new quarters and got under the covers, hoping that perhaps something in his dreams might finally cause him to climax.
But there was nothing erotic in his sleep; rather, he found himself standing on a high cliff, a vast temple with lightning-bolt emblems lay below while storms raged overhead. There was no rain, but booming thunder and cracks of lightning were all around, scaring Pericles a bit. He'd never before seen a storm like this, and it seemed any bolt might strike him from the earth at any moment.
Suddenly, Pericles jumped, startled by the feeling of a hand upon his shoulder. Before him stood a giant man, easily nine feet tall with rippling muscles and a long silver beard stood before him. It took only a second for Pericles to realize he was looking upon the King of Gods himself, Zeus. Instinctively he dropped into a cowering sort of kneel; stories had led him to believe the God to be unpredictable at best, quick to anger and dangerous as the storm themselves.
"Get up, Pericles," Zeus's voice was calm and gravely. It was easier in tone and far less commanding than Pericles expected.
As Pericles stood, Zeus moved to sit on the Cliffside, dangling his legs over the edge, beckoning towards the young man.
"Join me. Let's watch the storm together," he said.
Hesitantly, Pericles did as he was bidden, feeling strangely at peace as they silently took in the flickering bolts together. With the lord of Lightning by his side, Pericles was confident that he was safe.
After a time, Zeus spoke again, "I know the daughter of my head and the foam was harsh on you, but what she is doing is for your own good."
Pericles shook his head, snorting contemptuously, "Forgive me the blasphemy, but I think that's a load of crap. She's not doing anything for my own good, she just wants to humiliate me because it gets her clit stiff. She's using me to get off. Nothing more."
Zeus shook his head, "That's where you're wrong, boy-o. You're correct that my daughter can be quite the pervert... to be fair, she is *my* daughter, what else would you expect? And you're right that she is getting off on you, but not how you think.
After her marriage to Hephaestus, she still got around, taking lover after lover with the Smith's consent. Then she met Hercules."
Pericles took in a little breath; of course he'd heard of the legendary demigod hero, the idea of that man among men meeting the sex Goddess who'd tortured him was a little overwhelming to say the least.
"I know what you're thinking, and you're absolutely right, Hercules was the one man who was able to fully dominate Aphrodite. Like any other great challenge, that man could rise to it."
Pericles blinked in confusion, "Wait, I don't understand. Aphrodite has fucked the gods themselves, right? How in the world could a mere mortal, even a god-blooded one, possibly have more power over her than any of the other denizens of Olympus?"
Zeus nodded as he listened to the question, "You humans do have one thing we gods do not, Pericles. Some call it "The Spark" or others a soul... but something about mortality is important. It makes you seize life by its very throat, pour yourselves into something, sacrifice yourselves utterly... in short, while we Gods may have greater power in every objective measure, we are constants who know that we will always be here and always represent the things we are the Gods of. I might have the power of the lightning, but that is always what I will be, nothing less, but also nothing more. I could not turn around tomorrow and choose to be the god of wisdom or wine and song. Your kind are not so limited, and when the passion of "The Spark" is combined with the power of a god in mortal form, there is a fire that burns which no Goddess, not even Aphrodite, could ever hope to control. Instead, it consumed her."
Pericles sighed, wishing it were a power he could command.
Zeus continued, "Anyway, the Love Goddess was so overwhelmed by Hercules' strength and demeanor she dwelled with him for a long time, aroused by the things only he could do, satisfying him sexually better than any mortal woman ever could have. In the end, their union produced two children over two years, a strong and strapping son who Hercules would have surely trained in the ways of war, and a beautiful daughter who Aphrodite saw herself in like a living mirror. In the end, she vanished, taking her children with her and Hercules' returned to his wandering ways.
"Why are you telling me this?" Pericles had a strange feeling in his chest that he couldn't identify.
"On her own, Aphrodite realized that she did not know the first thing about raising a boy, and feared that Hephaestus would smite the offspring of one of her flings. He might have agreed to let her roam when it came to sex, but the idea of raising another's offspring like some kind of cuckoo bird's would not have gone well with the great Smith, so she left the child on the road to Athens."
Zeus paused, smiling down at Pericles. That feeling in Pericles' chest grew to where he was struck by the full realization,
"I'm... I'm her son. That's why I'm so good at fucking!"
Zeus beamed wider, "That's right, Grandson. You've the cock of the gods, and not just any god, the most sexual of them all."
Pericles felt himself flush with pride, it was a giddy emotion to realize he too was a Demi-god.
"Wait, is this why she chose me? Doe she regret abandoning me?"
