Gift of the Goddess

Robert came storming into Jonathon's office, "What the hell have you been doing to Dana?"

"What?" asked Jonathon, somewhat surprised considering that he'd made sure Dana wouldn't remember any of last week's indiscretion. Were his powers fading?

"She keeps having dreams where she calls out YOUR name," Robert said angrily, glaring at Jonathon, "Sometimes she wants to do things that she was NEVER interested in before, and don't think I don't know why she's suddenly interested now... she gets this blank look on her face right before orgasm and it's like she's having a flash back to... to..." Robert clenched his fists and looked away.

Jonathon couldn't help smiling... his powers WEREN'T fading, and Robert was being punished just as much as Dana. Her body couldn't help but remember great sex, and her libido was pushing her to do things that she hadn't been interested in before, but that her body remembered from him. But Jonathon hadn't really been able to punish Robert for being the person Dana had cheated on him with... except that apparently it was getting to Robert just as much as Dana, especially since Robert DID know where everything was coming from.

"I haven't done anything," Jonathon shrugged, "Nothing she didn't want me to anyway."

"And what's that supposed to mean," Robert snarled, his face was getting bright red with anger. Jonathon thought it only fair to tell him, after all, Robert had been kind enough to let Jonathon know that Dana was sleeping with HIM.

"She came here last week," said Jonathon, "Practically jumped me. I was forced to fuck her brains out again... not that she'll remember any of it. I didn't want things to be awkward between us in the work place."

Robert stared at him, "How do you know she won't remember? What did you do to her?" His face got red again, "Are you drugging her?"

Jonathon laughed, "I don't have to drug her... I don't have to drug anyone. You should remember that."

Shaking, Robert's face was turning paler, "Those days you disappeared, in the desert. You never said what happened to you... What the hell is going on Jonathon?"

Staring at Robert's almost frightened face, Jonathon couldn't help but remember.

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He'd stumbled off into the sand, trying to get the memory of his best friend's confession and his girlfriend's confirmation out of his head. Tears dripped down his cheeks... he'd thought Dana would be the person he'd marry someday, he'd even gone looking for rings. And Robert... that his best friend would betray him like this, it tore his heart apart. The two people that he'd trusted most, right now he just wanted to die.

And it seemed likely that he would, the wind was whipping up, sand particles stinging his bare skin... and he just stumbled onwards, feeling an almost irresistible pull even though he didn't know where he was going. If the sand hadn't been obscuring his footsteps, he'd have seen that he was walking unerringly in a straight line, like a missile headed for a distant target.

White marble suddenly loomed up ahead, shelter from the sand. Part of him wanted to just ignore it, to go and die in the whirling sand and let the desert have his bones... leave Dana and Robert to bear the guilt of his death... but survival instinct took over and he was soon stumbling into the great hall. It was beautiful, cool white marble with high columns that supported an sculptured roof... there were tapestries hanging, depicting ancient scenes of love and lust. Jonathon dragged himself to the end of the great hall, finding a small basin of water, which he sipped from eagerly.

"Welcome stranger," the voice was dulcet, low, a voice that caressed his ears at the same time it caressed his body. Velvet and silk, a voice to make love to, a voice that could compell men to leap to their deaths out of pure sexual desire.

Jonathon turned to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Her skin was pure gold, almost shining against the dark raven of her hair which was bound in braid upon braid and piled on top of her head. Green eyes, like bright emeralds were framed with dusky eyelashes and her lips were two perfect ruby curves. She was wearing a flowing white material that was almost transparent, it hugged her curves deliciously, and he could see her pert pink nipples poking through the fabric. Golden bands adorned her arms, and there was a gold tiara atop her head... she was smiling at him as though she was pleased to see him.

He reached out blindly for her, only then realizing that he'd dropped to his knees in awe of her perfection. The beautiful woman strode forward, making his breath catch in his throat... she seemed incredibly unreal. No human moved with that kind of boneless, effortless grace, her limbs peeking through the folds of her garment... a heavy copper belt held the clothe to her body. He felt sure that without it, she would be completely naked.

As she came closer, his member surged, swelling inside his pants, and yet he couldn't move. He couldn't even say a word.

When she reached him, she leaned forward, brushing the tears from his cheeks with gentle hands. Then she cupped his face in her hands.

"So sad," she murmured, her eyes shining like beacons in the night, "So undeservedly sad... Love has betrayed you deeply."

"Yes..." he gasped, the first words he'd been able to utter since reaching the temple. How he suddenly knew it was a temple he didn't now, but he was completely sure of it.

"I am Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love," and her eyes suddenly flashed with anger, he trembled until he realized that the anger was not at him, "And I will help you."

Then her lips descended on his, her perfect red lips... and it took his breath away as her tongue pressed into his mouth. He felt as though he was flying, her hands on his body, the taste of honey and ambrosia filling his mouth as she kissed him. Before he knew it, he was lying on his back and he did no know where his clothes had gone... or hers. They were both completely naked, although she still wore her copper belt and the bands on her wrists and upper arms... but everything made of clothe was gone.

Jonathon writhed under her touch, trailing fingers bringing him the kind of pleasure that he'd thought only orgasm could achieve. Every touch seemed to explode, tiny waves of ecstacy traveling from her fingers to his body. Aphrodite smiled, her joyful laugh sending heat through his loins and making him thrash before her in abject worship and pleasure.

Then she was astride him, his huge bursting cock positioned between her thighs... Jonathon looked down the line of his body and realized that he'd gotten bigger. Much bigger... he'd never been that long or that wide. Aphrodite gripped him and smiled as she began to lower herself upon him.

If her touch had pleasured his body, then he thought now he might die from the ecstacy. She was wetter and tighter than he'd ever imagined possible, and yet he slid into her so easily... until his entire dick was enveloped in what felt like a completely untouched pussy. Both of them moaned as she began to ride him, Jonathon wanted to touch her breasts but he felt like it would be frighteningly wrong to do anything the Goddess didn't want him to.

As though she'd heard his though, Aphrodite leaned over him, her perfect breasts swaying over his face, one nipple positioned perfectly over his mouth. Jonathon opened his lips to receive it, her skin tasted as sweet as her kiss, and he trembled as she began to slide up and down on top of him as he sucked her nipple. She took one of his hands and placed it on her other breast, allowing him to squeeze the firm flesh...

He exploded inside her, cumming and cumming and cumming... and abjectly ashamed that he had cum before her. But to his shock, it did not seem as though he lost any of his desire or his hardness, he was just as swollen inside her body as before, and she was humping him just as energetically. Jonathon lost himself to the pleasure, filling her body with his juice over and over again.

There was no sense of time and he did not know how long he spent inside of her that first time... It seemed that his entire world had narrowed to the heady pleasure of her lips, the absolute heaven between her thighs. His hands touched every part of her body until she finally writhed on top of HIM, and he fainted as her pussy gripped him so tightly that it felt like blood circulation to his dick had been cut off. The pleasure had completely overcome him.

When he awoke, there were three beauties surrounding him, carefully bathing his body with cool water... there were other men in the room as well, all so gorgeous as to make him feel completely insignificant... until he looked in the mirror. His body had been changed, it was bigger, stronger, his muscles more defined... and his dick and balls hung like swollen fruit between muscular thighs.

He spent three days in the Temple of Aphrodite, learning about love and lust from her servants, doing things that he'd never dreamed any woman would. It was possibly the best three days of his life... and every night the Goddess would return. Never once was he allowed to be the one in control with her, although he completely could be with her servants... in fact they loved it. But he didn't care, he worshiped Aphrodite with his entire being, and he'd have willingly stayed there forever...

But she promised him revenge, and love. When she pointed him back to his camp she told him,

"Revenge and lust you will find, but you will find love and happiness too. I grant you the gift of Control over others, in their minds and in their bodies. Use your gift well. Go forth, and find your future."

Her eyes glowed brighter than he'd ever seen, going straight into his brain... and then she was gone. Jonathon could feel her power flowing through him however, and he could tell that the changes that she'd made to his body remained. And so he'd traveled back across the desert to Dana and Robert... and had the first part of his delicious revenge.

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Robert was still staring at Jonathon, unable to understand the conflicting emotions that were flaring across the other man's face... but then Jonathon's eyes turned a brilliant green and Robert stepped back in fear.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Jonathon smiled, and his eyes slowly returned to normal.

Backing away in fear, not understanding what had just happened, Robert pretty much fled. And Jonathon just sat at his desk, ruminating.