Page 1 of Arrogance
Act I
Arrogance
Chapter 1
Aphrodite
Men are weak. Women are weak. Gods are even weaker. As for mortals, they are just inferior to us, period. That’s a fact. But why are gods even weaker? Well, they are at least from an emotional and intellectual sense. They have their heads so far up into the clouds and up their own asses that they fail to realize when someone is taking complete and full advantage of them. Even when it’s blatantly obvious and right in front of their faces, their pride gets in the way of being aware of the manipulation occurring around them.
I am almighty and powerful! No one can trick me!
Keep telling yourself that. It makes it all the more easy for me to get exactly whatIwant. But it takes a smart and motivated goddess, such as myself, to understand the minds of the gods. Play by their games and surely you will be forced to fall in line as they make up their own rules to make you seem less powerful than them.Inferiorall because you lack muscle and a stiff appendage.
Look at Hera, for instance. She saved her virginity her entire life, only to marry the King of the Gods, Zeus. A man who often sneaks down to the surface, disguising himself as a mortal, animal, insect, tree, rain, or whatever else he can manage to transform into in order to manipulate females into bearing his children. Having children with Hera just wasn’t enough for Zeus. He wanted more prodigies scattered among Greece, and the world, for that matter, to display their heroism and talents, all because of their inheritance from Zeus. Again, another hot head, letting his pride get the best of him. And Hera was collateral to that. Yes, she had fits of rage and jealousy, causing her to wreak havoc on the many muses of Zeus (a certain white cow comes to mind). But all for what? She was the Queen of the Gods and of Mount Olympus, but she could do nothing to stop Zeus from his continuous betrayal. He faced no consequences, and ultimately, it’s what made herinferiorto him. So, Hera has devoted her life to one of misery, always having to keep a constant watch on Zeus, a thunderbolt that knows no bounds and will always come down with a loud crash.
And don’t even get me started on Athena and Artemis. They, too, like Hera, choose to remainpure. All because, why… they’re women? Why do they choose to live this life of chastity? Do they honestly think it makes them powerful and holier than thou? I think not! If anything, it makes them look foolish and stupid! The male godsmadethe world think that the purity of a woman is what leads to happiness and respect. Meanwhile, the male gods get to ravage and fuck whoever they want and wherever they want, while their obedient goddess wives remain the utmost faithful to them.
As for me? I never fell for their games and I certainly would never be obedient. No. I was a goddess who valued freedom, choice, self-pleasure, beauty, and passion. Was this mentality and lifestyle frowned upon by the other goddesses? Yes, of course it was. But too bad for them. I never really cared about their opinions.
I traced the tip of my toe along his rugged, hairy calf, massaging it. A stark contrast to the silkiness of my own skin and the white linen sheets that wrapped around us. My hair curled into a wave around his torso as I pressed my head against this brute’s chiseled chest.
“What do you think will happen if Hephaestus ever finds out about us?” Ares breathed into my ear. The touch of his warm air permeated through my skin, sending chills down my curved back.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his anxiety. I spun around to face him. The locks of my golden hair swept against his rock-hard abdominals. I wanted him to witness my brow arch at his question. “Do I sense fear from the God of war? What would those of your deity say if they heard you speak in such a way?” I mocked him.
Ares’ thick lips curled to reveal his pearl-white teeth. “You will forever be a mystery to me, Aphrodite. Perhaps you should add Goddess of courage to your many titles?”
I smirked, accepting his statement as a compliment. “Maybe I should. It would be stripped from your title, but it wouldn’t be the first time Istrippedsomething fromyou.”
Although it seemed as though his smile couldn’t widen anymore, it managed to do so after I made this flirtatious, yet witty remark. I would never admit this to Ares, but I loved that bright smile of his. It lit up the room and melted me on the inside. Did I love Ares? Yes, I did. But I withheld providing him any form of flattery. He was a god, after all. He already received accolades and praise on a constant basis. Why would I choose to diminish myself and further boost his pride and ego when it was already swollen up? Plus, that’s what Ares found so alluring about me. Besides my incomparable beauty, the fact that I wasn’t swooning over him like all the other women he’s come in contact with only made me more captivating in his eyes. I was achasefor him. Unfortunately for Ares, it was a chase in which he would never end up catching me.
Although I was in love with him, he wasn’t the only one I had feelings for. I loved many men and would continue to do so. Why love one man when I had a sea of them at my disposal? If the other male gods were capable of loving more than one individual, why couldn’t I? There’s no rule that says a goddess can only have one lover at a time. At least that’s what the gods wanted us goddesses to think, in order to keep peace on Mount Olympus and to make themselves feel superior, but I’ll be damned to the Underworld before I give in to their egos and their delusions of grandeur.
I could feel Ares wrap his massive hands around my lower back, ever so slightly, rubbing them up and down it. “Do we have time for one more round? What time is your husband expected to return?”
I shrugged. “Who knows? I wish never! But he is forging an obsidian sword for some great warrior as we speak. Could be hours before he gets back.”
My husband, Hephaestus (I cringe every time I have to refer to him as such) is the God of blacksmithing, craftsmanship, volcanoes, and forging, among many other things. In a nutshell, he’s the God of work and intensive labor. What a drab! How completely and utterly boring! Needless to say, his personality and physical features were just as dull as his trades.
So why exactly did I, Goddess of love, beauty, and pleasure, end up marrying this lackluster of a god? Well, as much as I despise that bed-hopper Zeus and his vile wife Hera, even I am not above their wills and mandates.
Hera became quite distraught when many of the other gods were feuding over the opportunity to win my love. My suitors went to great lengths to charm me and adorn me with the greatest of gifts. Poseidon, Ares, Hermes, and even Zeus himself were enraptured with me, among many others. However, men will be men. Soon, the gods themselves began to argue and constantly bicker over winning and claiming me for themselves, to the point where a war nearly broke out.
It wasn’t until that bitch, Hera, derived a plan to restore peace to Mount Olympus once again. That’s when things began to settle down. She convinced Zeus to marry me to her hideous son, Hephaestus. And I sayhideousnot as an insult, but as a fact. Even Hera, herself, threw Hephaestus off of the cliff of Mount Olympus when he was born, because he was so damn ugly. So, I’m clearly not the only one with these beliefs.
Therefore, I was ordered to commit myself to Hephaestus as his wife. It was either that or face the wrath of Zeus for going against his edict and likely be banished to Tartarus for eternity, which was absolutely out of the question.
Secretly, I knew Hera made this decision, not for the reason of bringing order back to the gods. No. She did it out of jealousy. The Queen of the Gods was completely jealous of my beauty and the idea of a female being able to easily make men bend at their own will. Therefore, not only did she want me married, but she would have me marry her deformed son, so that I could not live with a more handsome man.
But little did Hera know that I would have the last laugh. Did she think for one minute that I would fully commit myself and my body strictly to Hephaestus forever? Although it was a risk to constantly cheat on my husband, it was worth it. After all, I was the Goddess of pleasure, and I wasn’t exactlypleasedwith Hephaestus, nor could hepleaseme in ways that my body, mind, and emotions needed to be pleased.
There was also the consequence of getting caught in having an affair that I had to consider. But I was a goddess, after all. The only person that could truly harm me was Zeus. And my cheating on my husband was no direct defile against the King of Gods. So, he would never treat me poorly if I did end up caught. For if he did, it would be completely hypocritical for what seemed like the thousands if not millions of times he ended up bedding a woman other than his own wife.
So, my affair withoneof my true loves, Ares, would persist. Otherwise, if I was forced to have sex strictly with Hephaestus for the rest of my life, I would throw my own self off the cliff of Mount Olympus, just like my husband once was.
Ares forcefully rolled me under him in my bed. He was on top of me as I raised my palms and spread my fingers far and wide to feel the width of his enormous chest muscles. The god leaned down to passionately kiss me in a tight embrace. Our lips locked and I could taste the dark, yet oaky breath and tongue of his. His manliness drove me wild. His strength turned me on. Knowing I was feeling the body of a god that killed countless men in battle against me was positively exhilarating.
I couldn’t get enough of Ares. And I wanted him again, once more, which would now make this the fourth time we made love this afternoon. I closed my eyes, ready to feel his full manhood within me. For us to become one.
