Sexy Divinity

A smut-filled, logic-less story centered on the Greek Goddess of Love, Beauty and Sex, Aphrodite, set in the modern world of the Greek Pantheon. Featuring, but not limited to, the most over the top sexual debaucheries and fantasies (within certain boundaries, of course)... we are, after all, dealing with Greek Mythology, though all features characters are 18 and above.

Inspirited by the work of GreekGod18, who has given me full permission to use the setting of his Goddess of Sex story to write my own.

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The gods of Mount Olympus were immortal, beautiful, and usually always horny.

Whereas most mortals spent their fleeing life chasing something, be it adventure, meaning, love or even lust... the gods just used all the time that they had in the world every day participating in activities that might distract them from the monotony of their immortality. These distraction, more often than not, took the forms of the most debauched sex acts that naturally lacked all concepts of shame or restraint.

Such truths had held for thousands of years, even in the modern Greek world of the Pantheon. Some gods had grown more refined, others more wild, but none were more famous for their passions than Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty, lust and sex, who led a lewd, hedonistic lifestyle packed with just about every sexual fantasy a mortal could think of... and more.

Thus, as the sun rose over the horizon that morning, anyone flying over her exquisite estate could see the state of her bedchamber, as Aphrodite could not have cared less if anyone saw what she was up to, morning noon or night. Sprawled out on her enormous bed were the bodies of twenty strong young men, complexioned in an array from white to olive to tanned to dark, each bolstered by a massive cock, but all exhausted by the marathon of hardcore sex Aphrodite had put them through to entertain her the night before.

Each and every one of the twenty three men was a sex champion, a true alpha stud who could comfortably fuck as many girls by himself into coma, yet she had taken them all on, making them cum six to seven times each for fucking her so excellently. Such was the reward for the men who had proven themselves worthy to come into her room, and inside her.

"Hnghh... hmnn,♥♥♥!"

But the night was far from over. While his brothers rested, the last and twenty fourth stud was still pounding away, giving it his all as he fucked Aphrodite in a lewd mating press while their mouth stayed locked in a lewd, tongue lashing, lips smacking and saliva swapping kiss. Sweat dripped from his brows and tricked down the gorgeous muscles of his powerful frame as he squatted over her, hands pinning her knees up nearly by her head while he repeatedly swung his hips, pistoning his large cock all the way in and almost all the way out of her wet cunt like nothing else mattered.

Curtains shifted and moved around them as his pelvis collided with her thighs each time the handsome stud slammed his hips down, sawing his cock into her cunt and womb before almost immediately lifting it right back up. Cum and lube flew in sheets from his long shaft as he rapidly withdrew and reinserted, replacing her hot, squirting pussy juice with his precome on the way back in while his testicles swung and smashed against her ass like a pair of wrecking balls.

For the sexy stud, he was having the time of his life, despite teetering on the edge of passing out himself. Being able to outlast everyone else meant that he got all of their mistress for himself, a luxury that usually reserved for her immortal lovers only.

But to Aphrodite?

Even though she was having fun herself, this was just the end of another Tuesday night, and the start of another Wednesday to her.

In fact, she didn't even know his name. He might have been the only one fucking her at the moment, but he was merely the last of the twenty four men she had summoned to her room to spend the night and evening with her, a mere face in a lineup of twelve hundred handsome and muscular studs always ready to fuck her stupid.

And then, with everything that he had left, the stud slammed himself inside her, It was all that he could do. Her feet, which were above her head, flailed in the air, her toes curling as a spine-rattling orgasm tore through her, leaving her only slightly more composed than the man on top of her His cock erupted inside her like a broken faucet, thick spurts of cum flooding her with every twitch. For minutes he came, filling her with a near constant, spraying load of sperm into her womb until her belly inflated.

Only then, completely spent, did he finally pass out. Aphrodite let him stay on top of her for a moment, one hand running over the muscles of his broad shoulder before she shoved him off. The stud let out a weak moan as he rolled onto his back, his rapidly softening cock slipping free from her overstuffed pussy, swinging in a lazy arc across the open air before slapping heavily down his thighs. He looked utterly drained, but the look on his face made it clear--every second had been worth it.

Aphrodite, meanwhile, rose to her feet with a graceful stretch. She took a moment to admire the scene around her, the sea of spent, gorgeous young men who had pleasured her so thoroughly, their bodies slick with sweat and cum while the semen of the last stud oozed out from her cunt and fell down the silken mattress of her bed in slow, thick waves.

She looked a mess, her body marked by eager hands and mouths, and her skin streaked with sweat and dried semen. A few of the more enthusiastic ones had even used her hair to yank on her head and pull her back to meet their thrusts as they competed to see who could last longer in her ass, leaving it tangled and matted.

But with no more than a snap of her fingers, her hair fell back into perfect waves, bouncing above her graceful shoulders in a vibrant golden hues. The sperm oozing from her cunt vanished, and every trace of the gangbang she just had disappeared. In a blink of an eye, she once again had the perfect look of the fairest, most beautiful, desirable, and alluring woman in all of existence. Her smooth, creamy skin, flawlessly complexion with no blemishes or even a hint of imperfection, seemed to glisten sensually under the dimmed light of her bedroom. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of cerulean, deep and clear like the ocean, sparkling naturally with love, lust and a hint of mischief.

The rest of her body was likewise impossibly sexy. Her tits, topped with pink nipples, were absolutely huge, yet they stood high and inviting on her chest with seemingly gravity-defying weight, bouncing and wobbling lewdly with each breath took. Her stomach was flat, bearing a tantalizing 11-line traveling from the bottom of her chest to her midriff, drawing in lustful gazes and leave an orgasming reaction.

Left fully bare, her pussy, hairless and smooth, was wet and inviting. Her round, perfectly shaped butt stuck out behind her like a wobbling shelf, accentuating the seemingly constant arch of her back. Her legs were long, smooth and toned, with thighs that exude power and femininity in equal measure. They tapered down to perfectly sculpted calves and delicate ankles, leading to feet that were as graceful as the rest of her sinfully erotic figure.

With another languid stretch, Aphrodite then got off her grand, silk-draped bed, making sure to step on every flaccid cock on her way down. Her bare feet soon met the cool marble surface of the dais that elevated her bed above a pool of hot, glistening lotion and potent aphrodisiac, its subtle vapors keeping the air above her bed perpetually moist, fragrant, and hot.

"Morning, ladies."

"Good morning, Mistress Aphrodite.

The moment her foot touched the spotless, mirror-polished floor of her bedchamber, a trio of elite handmaidens appeared at her sides as if they had been the whole night. Without a word, they bowed their heads to her and draped a robe of satin silk over her divine form. The fabric shimmered and fell over her the salacious curves of her mouthwatering figure at all the right places like liquid as Aphrodite left her handmaidens and made her way toward the towering balcony doors.

As she approached, two more muscled and naked studs, part of the twenty-four men who stood in the room as her guards, viewing pleasures and audience, bowed their heads to Aphrodite in perfect unison and opened the doors for her open. She passed between them with a small, playful smile, letting her fingers glide teasingly along the lengths of their rock-hard cocks. She loved it when they were so eager and ready to fuck her.

The morning breeze greeted her as she stepped onto the massive balcony of her bedchamber. Her robe fluttered gently behind her as she walked over the massive swimming pool at the center and came to a stop at the white balustrade that encircled the edge of the balcony, the polished stone warm beneath her hands as she leaned forward and took in the breathtaking view of Mount Olympus as it was basked in the soft golden light of dawn.

There was really no better way for her to start her own day than by making what already looking to be a beautiful day on Olympus even more memorable for the lucky few mortals or immortals fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of her so early in the morning, with her robe hanging off her shoulder and leaving most of her body pretty much bare for them to see.

With a sultry smile, Aphrodite turned back around and returned to her bedchamber to head into the walk-in water wonderland that she called her bathhouse, a masterpiece of aquatic luxury that even Poseidon himself would have to admire. A place that was clearly designed just as much for relaxation as it was for erotic bathroom sex, the chamber was nothing short of extravagant, with polished white marble lined the walls and floors, reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights that bathed the room in a warm, golden hue.

Moving toward the center were several baths ranging in temperature and content. Some were filled with steaming or refreshingly cool water, offering a simple yet luxurious soak, while others provided more exotic pleasures, from jacuzzi tubs of sweet milk and honey, to pools that were filled to the brim with churning, bubbling hot sperm meant for the most hedonistic experiences. At the heart of the chamber lay an enormous sunken pool, which was reserved for Aphrodite only and surrounded by fountains fashioned into the erotic shapes of sea and river nymphs, each holding onto vases overflowing with hot water.

On both sides of the chamber were numerous clear-paneled shower rooms, each enclosed in shimmering glass that offered an enticing view for anyone who wished to watch. The interiors were lined with smooth, dark onyx, providing a striking contrast to the gleaming gold showerheads that would rain down its occupants a soothing stream.

Nearby, an open, yet not less luxurious communal shower ran along one side of the chamber, with multiple showerheads mounted on a sleek marble wall. Steam rose from the heated tiles below, filling the air with a soothing warmth, yet doing nothing to obscure the impressive forms of several herculean figures currently showering there, from the muscles of their bare, powerful bodies, to the shape of their long cocks that hung almost to their knees.

Some were talking about women, others were discussing morning workout routine. None felt too threatened by the other alpha studs, and all of them turned to Aphrodite with grins and smirks when they realized she was joining them. They watched as she discarded her robe, leaving herself nude before them with every man all but exploding with the pure anticipation of fucking their unbelievably sexy mistress, but the men were able to hold themselves back and enjoy the sight of her walking amongst them.

Steam rose around her, glazing her skin over before Aphrodite came to a stop beneath a showerhead, letting the water soak her golden hair and trace every curve of her divine form as she tilted her head back and moved her wet hair behind her. She knew all eyes were on her, her ass, her tits, her face, her cunt... and she made sure to put on a show of soaking herself up as they feasted his eyes on every inch of her lewd, sensually glistening body.

"How about a little assistance, milady?"

Aphrodite just turned her head slightly, glancing at the devilishly handsome and muscularly attractive young man walking up to her from behind with a small smile, clearly pleased by his confidence and boldness. She did not answer him, knowing full well he would not wait for her to or take a no for an answer with his hands covering in her favorite washing lotion. Aphrodite just smiled and turned the showerhead above her off before shifting her stance a little to give him access to her full body.

"Go ahead." It was only then that she spoke, and the handsome servant wasted no time to start. From her shoulders, his soapy hands glided smoothly over her soft skin as he worked his way down while his rock hard cock wedged between the globes of her perfect butt.

Aphrodite just smiled and wiggled her ass lightly against that towering tube of meat, making the stud grunt in response before moving his hands up from her womanly hips to grope two overflowing handfuls of her huge, firm breasts. Aphrodite moaned as he kneaded at her tits, fingers pinching at her nipples as she leaned back against him, letting the handsome stud lean his head over her shoulder and watch as her breasts deformed beautiful in the palms of hands while he slathered them in soap.

Soon enough, the others joined them, spraying several bottles-worth of flower-scented washing lotion onto her body, covering her in crisscrossing ropes of sperm-like gels that trickled down her cleavage, over the swell of her womanly hips, and the crack of her ass. Aphrodite let out a sigh of contentment as she held her hands up and allowed several more pairs of hands to land themselves on her body and start rubbing her down in the fragrant washing gel.

Her tits and ass of course got more than enough attention with at least six pairs working simultaneously, but some also trailed along her arms while others worked their way on her lower back and legs. She parted her lips and a stud wasted no time to slide his tongue into her mouth, letting her slurp on his drool for a moment before he pulled back and let another take his place, then another, and another... until each man had at least kissed her once.

Moments later, the showerhead was turned back on, sending a pleasantly hot cascade over her gleaming body, rinsing away the fragrant lotion in shimmering rivulets that beat off against her tits and sluicing down her asscrack in torrents. She moaned as the men continued to worship her, their hands roaming all over her body until she was thoroughly rinsed and clean beneath the downpouring steam of hot water.

"Boy, do I love to be spoiled." Aphrodite said with a satisfaction as her eyes scanned the circle of men standing around her "Come to my room later tonight. We'll pick this up in my bed. For now..."

With that said, Aphrodite raised her hands and clapped them twice. Instantly, the door on the side of the room swung open, and in-walked a group of handmaidens that were just as beautiful as they were sensually attractive, their beauty and sexuality rivaling even that of lesser sex goddesses. The men wolf-whistled as they welcomed the women into the arms -- two for one each, letting their hands trail along from their muscled arms and chests down to their throbbing cocks, lavishing the same attention the men had earlier shown their goddess.

"Make sure these men are well-taken care of." Aphrodite said as she turned around and exited the communal shower. Two of her personal handmaidens immediately moved to her side, wrapping her in plush, embroidered towels and gently patting down her divine skin. One knelt to tend to her legs, while the other dried her back and shoulders with care, her fingers brushing aside her damp golden hair with practiced ease.

By the time she had crossed over the arching doorway and out of her bathhouse, strong, muscled hips had started swinging with urgency, and tits and ass bounced with every vigorous thrust. The echoes of lustful moans and the wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh reverberated off the polished marble walls behind her, forming a fitting soundtrack to her retreat.

Donning herself in a white bathrobe, but leaving it open widely at her shoulders, Aphrodite made her way over to her makeup table, carved from ivory and inlaid with polish golden. The surface gleamed with vials of perfume, luxurious makeup-kits, and sleek brushes arranged in neat orders.

As the goddess of beauty, Aphrodite had no need for such tools. A simple wave of her hand was enough to make her look effortlessly perfect. But as a woman, she enjoyed the ritual. Not that she had ever needed much makeups to begin with, but she always loved the feeling of deciding the most perfect setup to enchant the men she favored.

Before she could sit down in the chair before the ornate table, her attention was drawn to the handsome young man standing near the seat. His skin was smooth and sun-kissed, his dark blond hair was swept back to reveal sharp cheekbones and jawline. Like every man in the room, he was shirtless, his chiseled torso on display with firm, lean pecs and a set of abs that could give many men she knew, including some gods, a run for their money.

He was, however, also dressed in a tight black and white striped speedos, which did not nothing to hide the impressive shapes of his massive cock and the set of testicles underneath. Though not as well endowed as some of her best men standing around the room, Aphrodite was still incredibly impressed, especially with the way he also carried himself. Most servants treated her with respect, reverence... but it was the ones that looked at her like she was their sex toy that she loved the most.

What do we have here? Aphrodite thought, letting the corners of her lips curl ever so slightly as she subtly pulled her robe just a bit more down her arms to reveal even more cleavage as she gazed at the cocky bastard, who made no effort to hide the way his eyes roamed her tits and rest of her mouthwatering body with perverse intention as she came to stand right in front of him. Aphrodite concluded he must be a new elite servant--fresh blood on his first day.

"My face is up here." Aphrodite said smoothly, her voice low and amused rather than scolding. She was far from offended.

The servant simply chuckled at her words before he finally raised his eyes to meet hers. He dipped his head in a short, respectful bow, though the smirk still lingered.

"Apologies, my lady." He said, voice full of confidence. "It's quite difficult to know where to look when everything before me demands attention."

"Oh, sweet with your mouth, aren't you?" Aphrodite arched an eyebrow in amusement before she decided to ask "Now, do you mind telling me who you are, and what you are doing in my room so early in the morning?"

"The name is Jason. I'll be filling in for Mrs. Leda for the day." Aphrodite raised an eyebrow at that. No wonder she had not seen Leda around. She was her immortal headmaid, and she had served her for thousands of years while never once missing a day. "Oh, don't worry. You can find her in her room. She and I celebrated my promotion last night. Guess I fucked her a bit too hard. Eager little slut she was, but I don't think she'll be waking up any time soon, so I decided to step in for her. See if this job is as great as it sounds."

"Hm, sounds like you had one hell of a night." Aphrodite remarked, her tone edging with curiosity as she raised an eyebrow at him. "How old are you then? Twenty? Twenty one?"