In his new room, Adonis was having the time of his life. Bedding Cleta couldn't have been easier for him, not needing to say more than a few words to her before he had his cock jammed down her throat. At the moment, Adonis was having her in the same position while working her mammaries breasts up and down and side to side, grinding her voluminous tits around his throbbing shaft. She worked his cock with her breasts, pleasuring him with a peerless tit-job, licking and slurping the head of his cock that stuck out from her cleavage.
However, she was not the only one there with him at the moment. Cleta had been extra generous with him after he had blasted her womb full of his extra virile semen and called into his room some of the most beautiful elite handmaidens Aphrodite had in her disposal, all of whom were so attractive they could rival even their mistress. While the beautiful Grace continued to service his dick with a blowjob as good as their mistress', a beautiful naiad stood at his side, kissing his neck and stroking his chest. She humped him, grinding an aching pussy against his hip, bucking her ass and making her thighs flex, flattening her chest against his unyielding musculature. The sounds she made while doing so were music to his ears, and she moaned blissfully when Adonis went on to fondle her ass in turn. On the other side, another woman was grinding her sex on his masterful hand while Adonis delved his digits deeply into her cunt. He fingered her and kissed her passionately on the mouth, her very large breasts mashing and heaving between them. Tongues danced between their mouths, unwilling to separate even when their lips pulled apart and they paused in kissing.
All three women came at the same time, orgasming and moaning out as one. Adonis also came too, spattering Cleta's breasts with his semen and making her shiver in anticipation. Then, the two handmaidens lowered themselves down to their knees and took his balls into their mouths, sucking and slurping worshipfully while staring up at him with lust in their eyes. Cleta also went back to suck on his cock. The sight that greeted him when he looked down was something most men would have killed for.
And he loved every second of it.
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When the sun rose on Adonis' third day at Aphrodite's Palace, he woke up in a very good mood. The scent of sweat and sex was heavy in the room. It was seven in the morning, and the mortal lover of Aphrodite blinked blearily before he hauled himself up to one elbow. The handmaidens he had sex with the previous night was next to him, her breasts mashed against his chest while Cleta was curled up between his legs, with his soft and flaccid dick draping over her beautiful face.
Adonis got out of bed and soon discovered that his cock was hardening again. Adonis was one of a few males who had received Aphrodite's sex blessing, and since he's already an amazing lover who could satisfy her on his own, he had come to have the libido of a god, and in a way made him a male version of the goddess of sex. Still, while it was great for his sex life, it also had its downsides and usually left him in a constant state of horniness, with a painfully hard cock to match. All three women in his bed looked worn out, so being a gentleman that he was, Adonis did not want to disturb them. So as he walked into the bathroom and let hot water poured down his muscled form in the shower room, he started to masturbate, stroking his rock hard cock with both hands, thinking about Aphrodite and her beautiful handmaidens. Once he had eased down his morning erection somewhat, Adonis went on with the actual cleaning, which was fast, and left the area with nothing but a towel around his waist.
"Has Aphrodite returned?"
Adonis asked a handmaiden working outside his room, who blushed and nodded her head at him before answering:
"Yes, master Adonis. I believe she's in her room at the moment." Adonis nodded his head gratefully and headed to Aphrodite's bedchamber, his massive, rock-hard muscles glistening in the morning light, rippling with every move as he walked while the towel around his waist completely outlined his impressive manhood. All around him, the maids had to stop whatever they were doing to stare, open-mouthed, blushing as he looked and smiled back at them. Each one of the handmaidens was more beautiful and attractive than the last, and wore even fancier, but less clothing than the maids doing household chores around his room. Adonis greeted them all with his charming smile, and no surprising they all started to swoon like bitches in heat.
As he walked closer and closer to Aphrodite's personal quarter, Adonis noticed a male servant, appearing to be in his mid-twenties. He was propped up against marble wall, naked with his long, flaccid penis lying in a puddle of his own semen, and looked to be in a coma after a brutal sex session. Glancing up the path leading to Aphrodite's bedchamber, he saw even more men in a similar condition, their monstrous dicks hanging and leaking semen all over themselves, with puddles of sperm pooling in their chiseled abdominals. There had to be at least two dozens of them, every skin color and ethnicity represented. Some were recovering, some seemed to be sleeping, but the rest looked gone. Their drained balls hung loosely in their scrotums that languished in pools of semen between their lifeless thighs.