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“No, they haven’t respected my feelings. Maybe I should start acting on my own feelings without caring what others think. Not worrying about what consequences might await me based on my actions,” I thought aloud.
Persephone smiled and then returned to sitting beside me on the chaise. Her hand crept up my leg and closer to my groin. Her touch sent a rush to my cock. She too could sense the thrill flow through me, for she grabbed my erection. “Evidently, you have certainfeelingsnow I’m seeing.” She gave me a wink. “Why don’t you start practicing now and act on these feelings?”
The Queen of the Underworld was seducing me and I was aroused in this moment, especially with her being so open and honest with me. It brought us closer, making our relationship stronger. And what a better way to celebrate that growth between us than by consummating it?
I sat up on the chaise and reached to grab Persephone’s neck, bringing her down to me to reward her veracity with a passionate kiss. We made love for hours on end that evening. I could be in love with three people at once, right? Persephone, Aphrodite, and Apollo. All gods and goddesses worshipped me just as Persephone had insinuated. Maybe it was time to take matters into my own hands and start doing things my own way. I should have nothing to fear, after all. Those were Persephone’s very words. She has never steered me in the wrong direction before, so why would she start now?
Chapter 17
Aphrodite
I cannot believe Adonis returned to the Underworld without confiding in me about his affair with Apollo. I have been more than patient with him, giving him the opportunity to come clean to me about this entire arrangement. However, I was now beginning to worry as to the reasoning behind Adonis concealing this from me.
Normally, my young lover would always remain open with me about who he was making love to. Often, he would assuage me, reassuring that laying with these men and women with was nothing more than him fulfilling his sexual appetite. So, the fact that Adonis was hiding his interest in Apollo led me to believe that there was more to their relationship beyond a physical attraction. And I could never allow that.
It would be a complete betrayal to me. No mortal or god would ever treat me in such a way and get away with it. My pride could not stand it. Therefore, I made it a priority of mine to have a conversation with Adonis the second he returned to the surface in a few months. I needed to lay further ground rules with him. He would never be allowed to meet with Apollo ever again, unless I was in attendance.
As for Apollo, I wouldn’t put it past him to try and continue to sneak about and wait until I was busy to encroach upon Adonis and attempt to seduce him, even after I forbade the two from being together. Apollo, too, was a god, similar to me, whose sexual urges ran amok. The only difference being that Apollo preferred the accompaniment of men these days compared to the assortment of women he had at his disposal in the past. And right now, Adonis was his target man. The God of archery had his aim focused in on Adonis, and I’m sure he had no intention of finding any other distractions to take his concentration off of him.
That was the thing with Adonis that I grew to understand. He was so beautiful, so charming, and beyond the most pleasurable creature in the world. Once you’ve had a taste of Adonis, you always wanted more. Sex with Adonis was ambrosia to the gods. It gave you vitality, intensity, and tenacity, all combined into a single punch, giving you a blow right to the gut. When you experience such a feeling with someone, you can never go on without coming back for seconds, thirds, until you don’t even realize it’s now become ingrained in your normal routine. An obsession you can never again go without, for being withdrawn from it will only make your mind furthermore consumed with constant aggravated thoughts of not having him.
I needed to put an end to this once and for all. I could feel Adonis slowly clawing his way out from my own grip that I held on him. If I did not act soon, he would fall out of my grasp and right into the embrace of Apollo. But I had to be strategic in how to plot this. There had to be a way for me to keep Adonis but also put a wedge between him and Apollo. I needed to think carefully and methodically in order to plan this out without losing Adonis and without have to face the wrath of that cavalier Apollo.
The idea of Adonis being with Apollo still left me with a constant bitterness in the pit of my stomach. I needed my own distraction to ease this restlessness that stirred within me. And I knew just the way to rid these thoughts, at least temporarily. The only way to get one man out of your thoughts was to get under another one.
I stealthily entered Ares’ palace, wanting to surprise him. It had been quite some time since I last made love to him. The God of war was hard to come by in recent years, for he was constantly employed in dealing with the ever-growing bloodshed mortals were now becoming accustomed to.
But from the gossip I’ve heard recently, he was intending on residing in Mount Olympus for an extended period of time, likely recuperating from the endless time he spent on the surface these past few years.
And so, I found myself swiftly moving about his palace with grace. The crimson carpets made it simple for me to not have to make any noise to attract the attention of his guards and servants. My hands brushed along the ruby-jeweled walls as I approached his bedchamber door. My heart slightly fluttered, remembering the number of times I’ve stood just in front of this vermilion door, knowing that when I entered it, I would be trapped in hours of rough passion and intimacy in the arms of arguably the strongest god on Mount Olympus.
As I reached to open the door, I heard a cackle coming from inside the room. It wasn’t Ares’ voice. It sounded like a woman. A high-pitched feminine moan escaped from her mouth. A moan I often make myself when I’ve hit my threshold. My heart that was aflame was now fuming, wondering who this other woman was on the other side of the door.
Quickly, I barged into his chamber and saw the source of the pleasurable moans. She sat on top of him, in his bed, bouncing up and down on Ares’ thick, bulging cock. The woman had white, feathery wings extending from her shoulder blades. They were protracted wide and only spreading further, likely in sync with the development of her orgasm, rising and rising until she was practically ready to convulse. “Oh Ares! Right there! My gods!” she howled as she imploded, before collapsing down on top of him so that her breasts pressed into his chest as they kissed.
I slowly sauntered over to them, making my presence known. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Eos.” I eyed her up and down with a wily grin on my face. Eos was the Goddess of the dawn. However, she was of the former titans. So, her powers as a goddess were dwindling, being with the former generation of gods, who were now overshadowed by us Olympians.
Without hesitation, Ares instantly pushed Eos off of him, like she was the core of an apple. Now that he ate the luscious and appealing parts of her, he disposed of the remains. He lunged forward, towards me, wrapping me up in his arms. “I’ve longed for you, my Goddess of love. I’ve missed you dearly,” Ares confessed.
Eos rose from the bed, placing the red satin sheets around her body. “How dare you!?” she shouted at me. “You are not worthy of Ares’ love. What kind of goddess chooses to take on a mortal as one of her lovers? It’s absolutely disgusting and beneath me! Especially a mortal who has taken on the love of many other gods and goddesses, so I hear.”
I shook my head. “How dare me? How dareyouspeak to me in such a tone! And don’t you ever say such things about Adonis ever again. You only wish you could ever attain such a perfect creature.”
As much as I wanted to have Ares pounce on me right here on the lush carpet and make Eos suffer by forcing her to watch us, wanting her to feel shameful and embarrassed of how amateur her love-making abilities were compared to mine, I could not possess myself to play this game.
I was already bitter about the possibility of losing Adonis to Apollo and now I had to watch one of my lovers, Ares, be seduced by this insufferable goddess. I could no longer control the rage that was built up within me. It needed to escape and Eos was the only person directly in front of me who would be the one damaged by this wrath.
My face seethed, boiling into a deep red, matching Ares’ blood-colored walls and floors. I stepped aside from him and held my hands out to Eos, palms directly aimed at her. A faint light emitted from my hands directly at Eos for several seconds before it finally dissipated. My aggression subsided with it. My skin returning to its smooth, beautiful, milky state.
Eos stood across the room from us dumbfounded, as if unsure of where and who she even was. She bolted out of the bedchamber, through the window, flying off into the distance. Ares and I gazed off, watching her departure through the window as she flew off.
“What did you do to her, Aphrodite?” he curiously asked me with consternation.
“Just altered her mindset slightly,” I began to explain.
“And how exactly did you do that?” Ares raised his brow.
“She had such disdain for mortals. So, I made her reconsider those feelings. Now she willonlyever love mortals. Eos will never love a god ever again.”
