Mortal's Revenge: Part 1
Aphrodite was lying on her queen-sized bed with her eyes shut. The life of an immortal creature is fun, although sometimes was quite boring. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, sex and all kinds of lust, was exactly bored. All her servants and slaves were all the same to her, even Ares with his monstrous cock couldn't satisfy her enough. "Knows two positions and consider himself as a great lover" Aphrodite smirked to herself.
So, the goddess definitely needed some kind of entertainment and, not knowing what to do on Olympus, she decided to look at the world of mortals.
It's worth to mention that gods didn't really care about human world, probably only her father, Zeus, was cheating on Hera there. Usual routine of the immortals included feasts, hunt and of course all kinds of pleasures that Elysium could provide.
Therefore, at first Aphrodite was really curious about events on Earth, she found it quite interesting to eavesdrop different gossips, look at battles and even observe some kind of human routine. And certainly, she was pleased to discover that humans worshipped her almost more than any other gods, sacrificing the best things they had to obtain the true love.
"Silly creatures, there is no true love, you were made to enjoy each others bodies" she whispered, looking at another sacrifice in her honor. But, as she said it to herself, nobody stopped worshipping the goddess.
Month by month, Aphrodite observed human rituals, becoming more and more arrogant. She realized how superior she was, especially in the sphere of sex. She even wanted to appear in front of the people, to teach them something but in the end found them unworthy. After a year she even made a conclusion that people must only serve and worship, so shallow they were in comparison with her.
But one day, while she was overhearing for gossips in one inn, she heard a dialogue of two men.
"I told you, it was the best fuck of my life! This waitress is not a human, she is a goddess herself!" said one man, having a huge sip of beer.
"Better than Aphrodite?" smirked his interlocutor who was also pretty drunk.
"I have never been with her" the first man answered playfully "but Helen can teach her something!"
They both burst in laughter, making Aphrodite wish to have an opportunity to kill them at once. Fucking idiots, they dare to compare local whore with a goddess? With the most beautiful woman in the whole universe?
All that day, Aphrodite was pissed off. She was shouting at her servants, breaking her furniture and eventually decided to have a conflict with Ares, you know, just to let off steam. She was so much furious that even Zeus feared to ask her about her mood.
But fortunately for the god of war and unfortunately for Aphrodite, Ares went for another war, not even knowing how lucky he was that day.
"Bastard! Fucking bastard!" Aphrodite could only imagine their conflict which would definitely transform into violent sex and... it made her horny. Without her lover, she had to care about it herself, so she prepared a hot bath and the best massage oil to relax.
"Echo, come here!" she called one of her nymphs in an angry voice. Echo, short blonde with blue eyes, scared by her mistress voice, immediately stopped playing with other nymphs by the pool and ran towards Aphrodite.
"I'm sick and tired of that day. Make me feel good, now!" she almost barked at Echo, who has never seen her goddess like that before. Aphrodite lied in the bath and closed her eyes.
Echo, whose hands were almost shaking because of fear, started to caress Aphrodite. She massaged her neck and shoulders before going to Aphrodite's breasts. She was carefully rubbing her nipples and when the goddess began to moan quietly, Echo finally could relax. She washed her goddess with persistence, touching Aphrodite's soft spots, even probing her finger inside goddess pussy.
Surprisingly for Aphrodite, all these actions were not so enjoyable as they were before. Echo was one of the best lovers, well-trained and experienced, she knew Aphrodite's body perfectly but... but that day she couldn't concentrate on love! Rage was burning inside her heart, she just wasn't able to forget those words of the mortals.
"...better than Aphrodite..." Filthy pigs! She will make them suffer! She will destroy their idol, that slut Helen, she will show them that no one can be better than THE APHRODITE.
She suddenly opened her eyes and got out of the bath, taking away the nymph's hands.
"M-massage?" Echo stuttered, embarrassed by the quick actions of her mistress.
Aphrodite glanced at her, the nymph was looking at the floor, not daring to stare at her goddess. And there was one more detail: her panties were soaking wet as if she just came out of the swimming pool. Echo tried to hide it but Aphrodite knew - no one could resist even touching her, so perfect was her skin and her body.
"Not today, Echo" she said, approaching her nymph. As soon as she came to her, Aphrodite slid two fingers inside that moist pussy. Echo shrieked from unexpected movement but in a second a wave of irresistible pleasure went through her body.
"Yes, yes, just like that!" she screamed, being actually raped by the goddess. Aphrodite wanted to unleash all her rage, violently finger-fucking young nymph. She enjoyed this act of domination, looking at a silly, comatose face of cumming Echo.
"Fuuuuck, it feels sooo good!" the nymph completely forgot about her embarrassment, fully surrendering to this carnal pleasure "I'm cumming... aaagh... cumming sooo hard!!"
Aphrodite fucked her all night, making her cum dozens of times. By the end of the night, the nymph's brain almost shattered to pieces and all she could say before fainting was "thank you, mistress, you are the best."
But Aphrodite was merely satisfied even with this act of savage raping. While fucking poor nymph silly, she invented a plan, a plan which should show to the mortals who is a true goddess of sex!
In the morning, she returned to the inn, pretending to be a mortal woman, although she was still wearing a perfect silk dress that attracted everyone's attention. Men couldn't stop looking at her, women were jealous and wished her all possible misfortunes but the goddess didn't care about them. She went straight to a bartender and asked:
"Where is Helen?"
The bartender looked at a new stunning visitor and felt shivers running down his spine. Usually, it was a rude man who abhorred all the visitors but at that time he felt a desire to obey and answer.
"She has a day off" he mumbled, looking down "If you want to find her - her house is at the edge of the village, red one"
Aphrodite didn't say anything, quickly leaving the inn. Women sighed in relief, men sighed in disappointment.
The goddess rushed to the outskirts of the village, looking for the red house. As the bartender said, she found it at a very edge of the settlement, lonely red house without any neighbours around. "Perfect" she thought to herself, starting to knock on the door.
Within a minute, the door was opened by a gorgeous red-haired woman with firm breasts and such plump and beautiful lips that Aphrodite could begin to envy.
"Hello, can I help you?" the woman smiled genuinely, astonished by her adorable visitor and her chic dress.
"Helen, I guess?" said Aphrodite, trying to stay calm "I heard that you are the best at sex"
Frankly speaking, Helen was intimidated by this question. Yeah, she fucked at work, but it was common for waitresses those days. Clients were happy an left her huge tips, making her job quite profitable. But who was this woman? A wife of a customer? But if somebody has SUCH wife, why he will go and fuck a slutty waitress?
"Ehm... Yeah, I hear it sometimes from customers... But, sorry, why are you asking?" Helen began to feel anxious, although nothing bad happened yet.
"Because I want you to prove it" the answer was simple.
Helen was puzzled. How she could prove it to a woman? She wasn't a lesbian, although she had this experience with other waitresses.
"Sorry, what do you mean?" her anxiety continued to grow as she looked in her interlocutor's eyes: they were burning with rage.
"Trib me, whore. Whoever makes another one cum first will be the best at sex" Aphrodite said impatiently.
"Who are you?!" Helen muttered her question.
"Aphrodite, the true goddess of sex!" proclaimed the goddess, pushing the waitress inside her house. "Take off these rags and face me!"
Looking at an angry goddess taking off her perfect dress, Helen realized that she wasn't joking. Within a second, the goddess of love was standing in front of her, fully naked. Her tanned skin, perky tits, delicious ass - everything was just perfect, much better than the statues in the temples. Her body simply radiated sex!
Taking off her simple tunic, Helen already realized that she didn't have any chances in an upcoming challenge. Despite of being proud, self-confident woman, she obviously understood the absence of sense in this "competition" but she simply couldn't say "no" to the goddess.
Aphrodite looked at her naked rival, assessing the beauty of her body. Slim, quite muscular, big breasts with pink nipples, shaved pussy - standard for a woman who took money for sex. Nothing special at all but... why those mortals compared Helen with her?
Aphrodite slowly approached to the waitress and kissed her passionately. Helen didn't have a chance for resistance as it was the best kiss of her life. Aphrodite's tongue caressed her inner lips, making her shake in arousal. Helen could feel the growing wetness of her pussy and she couldn't do anything with it - the touch of a goddess made her dizzy, her body was under control of Aphrodite. Her nipples went stiff and hard, her knees began to weaken and when they finally broke their kiss, Helen was ready to succumb.
Aphrodite pushed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. As soon as they start scissoring, when Helen felt goddess flesh rubbing against her softest spot, she began to moan frantically, forgetting about the challenge. She arched her back, her toes were curling involuntarily as her pussy couldn't handle it for too long.
"Oh my god, yes, yes... fuuuuck... FUUUUUCK!!" Helen came hard, her full body was shaking. Her pussy was on fire, squirting its juices all over the bed. It was a long, soul-taking orgasm, during which she was in Elysium or whatever. Even her contracting woman didn't want this sensation to stop, sending the waves of pleasure to her brain.
But when it ended, all she could see were the cold eyes of a goddess, staring at her with disdain. Helen felt miserable, what if she let Aphrodite down? What if she was chosen for this ritual to be a worthy opponent for a goddess but she came within few minutes like a cheap whore?
"I'm sorry...mistress" she mumbled looking at Aphrodite.
The goddess didn't say anything as she was a little bit confused. What did it mean for mortals to be "the best in sex"? Was it about dominance like for Olympians? Or there was something else?
She took some paint from the corner and write the word "whore" on Helen's tits. The waitress was so scared of letting down the Olympians that she even didn't protest.
