Page 54 of Heroines of Olympus

The door behind the stage slides open and closed smoothly. After it got stuck the last time she hosted the auction, causing an embarrassing delay, Aphrodite is not taking her chances, and is pleased to see it working.

It slides open smoothly again, and she ticks off that box, ignoring the wails of the nymphs being held there. Aphrodite’s trusted Acolytes already moved them here, with only two hours to go before they get started. Their cries fall over each other, turning them into a cacophony of unintelligible noise. Pity creeps its way into her heart before Aphrodite shuts it down, sliding the door closed again.

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Athena is waiting outsideof Aphrodite’s chambers when she returns to get ready for the gala. Aphrodite smiles at her friend and occasional lover, appreciating the respect of her boundaries. Unlike Zeus, who barges into her space whenever he pleases. Perhaps Aphrodite will find out more about this witch and whatever secrets Athena and Zeus may be sharing.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Aphrodite asks her, cocking her head in curiosity.

Athena smiles, dipping her head as her full red curls fall around her tiny face. Aphrodite chuckles at her, instantly spotting the timid behavior Athena exhibits when she wants to fuck. Always so shy and prudish. Aphrodite really does not understand what everyone’s hang-up is with sex, but she humors her friend, gesturing for Athena to continue.

“You know I get stressed before these silly things. I don’t know why. I’m always worried something will go wrong,” Athena says.

Deciding to play aloof and enjoy the game, Aphrodite slyly asks, “What does that have to do with me?”

Athena gives her a look that says ‘don’t be stupid’ but answers anyway, “I thought we could take our minds off it for a few minutes. No one can touch me like you.”

Aphrodite smirks at the obvious play to her ego but decides it will suffice. She breaks out into a grin, extending her hand to Athena, who takes it, interlacing their fingers together.

They enter her room, and Aphrodite leads Athena over to the lush sofa, taking the lead because she knows that is what Athena responds best to. Aphrodite’s magic makes it so easy to read the sexual energy coming off of people, allowing her to adapt and give them what they need.

She sits Athena down on the couch and then drops to the soft carpeted floor on her knees before her. Without breaking eye contact, the piercing green of Athena’s eyes boring into her own blue ones, Aphrodite gently finds her way below the hem of her long dress. Athena’s cool pink skin is silky smooth to the touch as Aphrodite lightly runs her hands up Athena’s calves, her thighs, finding her warm center already getting slick for her.

Aphrodite gently teases Athena’s opening, enjoying the breathy gasps that escape her. She inserts just the tip of a finger into Athena, as Athena’s hips buck up, trying to get her to go deeper. Aphrodite pulls out and enters her again, stopping just short of going farther than the previous time.

Athena whimpers with need and Aphrodite steps back for a moment, enjoying the sight of Athena on full display for her.

Athena sits up but halts when Aphrodite holds up a hand to stop her.

Aphrodite walks over a set of drawers, rifling through them until she finds what she is looking for.

When she is back in front of Athena, she flips Athena over onto her stomach, bending her over the seat of the couch with her knees on the floor.

She pushes the hem of Athena’s dress up to her hips, and before Athena can react, Aphrodite’s face is between her legs. Her tongue strokes Athena’s clit, sliding up over her slit and up to tease her ass, making her softly moan.

Pulling back again, she continues to toy with Athena’s core with one hand while adjusting the straps with the other.

Once everything is secure, Aphrodite brings the tip of the phallus to Athena’s center, rubbing it around her opening, getting it slick with her wetness.

When Aphrodite is satisfied she lubricated it enough, she pushes forward with her pelvis and slides inside of Athena.

Athena gasps as it fills her and Aphrodite pushes and pulls, in and out, in a slow rhythm, allowing Athena to adjust. She increases her speed, gripping Athena’s hips and admiring the view of her back and her ass.

Aphrodite can tell that Athena is close to climaxing, so she reaches her hand around their bodies, finding Athena’s clit and playing with it in time with her thrusts, enjoying Athena’s screams of pleasure as she rides out her orgasm.

A knock sounds at the door. Aphrodite sighs.

“I’ll join you in my bath in a moment?” She asks Athena.

Athena nods and leaves the room.

Aphrodite throws on a robe and yanks the door open. “What.”

An acolyte is standing there, looking absolutely terrified of her. Good.

“Um, pardon the intrusion, goddess.”

“The next words leaving your mouth will determine if I kill you where you stand for interrupting me.”

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