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my ass was so coveted that Zeus himself would have relished in holding these mounds between his mighty palms.
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the breadth of his prick reaching crevices inside me never before darkened.
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Did Aphrodite know what beauty her husband commanded?
How powerful a thing love must be if but a caress of it can burn like forge fire.
I had a god beneath me in Medusa’s lair.
“Who knew the great god Hermes would look so fitting with his mouth full,”
“Don’t you wish to know what it feels like to fuck a god?” His eyes were fierce and untamed like an animal more than a man.
“If you choose one of the others, I might have to steal you.” “You could,” I made my gamble, “but think how much more worthwhile it could be if still having me was a secret, your secret, that no one else knew, even if I did choose another? After all, who else could move fast enough to cover his tracks?”
“Are all the gods so devoid of confidence despite being worshiped?”
“You are to make me beg and submit. You are to not let up until I plead and weep for the reprieve to spill my seed. You are to be the master. Understood?” Oh.
He meant it, I could see it in his gaze, the hunger to be at someone else’s mercy, to not have to think or command, but to give over fully and be humbled by another, maybe even humiliated. I had been trained for this too, though the last man I ever expected to test my mettle on was Ares.
If he thought I would cow or flinch in fear of reprisal, he wasn’t thinking like a tactician. I was already doomed. Why flinch when it was better that I push, and push, and try my luck at besting each god I was gifted to?
“No one could compare to you,” he said with almost shy wonderment. “Well, no. But I can find someone who might come close.”
There had only been two, but they had been Olympian level pricks, after all.
Mother Nature they called Demeter, and Persephone was her wild daughter with no more mercy than a flood.
