"I am Aphrodite.
When I cry, you will taste the nectar of my love.
When I laugh, the world stills at my voice.
When I fuck, your lives will be destroyed."
Where pain is pleasure, ugliness is beauty, and passion is a curse.
A goddess is slain by h...
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e n t i c e , a look that splits the two paths of destiny and destruction; neither far from reach
FROM last nights high, my morning became dreadfully sluggish. I was indeed tired and sore, and yet that did not stop the need to caress my thighs as a way to reminisce on my behavior. Even now I dwelled in the feeling of euphoria from gaining the energy of the purple god.
All that I could do was bathe to tame my thoughts and my hair. For an hour I soaked in the steaming tub, it's warmth filling my heart with shudders. A great day to ruin a life.
I scrunched my hair and dried it with the convenient mortal dryer, stopping halfway because there was no man doing it for me. And I was getting bored. The mortals definitely surprised me in their advancements — considering I was around when bathroom systems weren't available.
The rest of my routine was done leisurely, a robe fit for a goddess such as myself adorning my skin as I took the first steps out of my room. All was quiet as a single grand kitchen came into my view.
I searched for a something to make my brunch meal with, settling with toast and ambrosia. A toasting machine was already on the counter, as if it was waiting for my hands to touch it. My morning meal was easily prepared with no interruptions, a seat at the counter readily waiting for my being to sit on. It was the same exact chair I'd sat in all those years ago.
Contrary to character, I gobbled my dish down in minutes, licking my fingers clean.
"Interesting."
"So is my tongue when it's-ah, Ares!" I pulled my tongue from between my first and middle finger, enthusiastically perking at the dark god who entered. In fact, he was so good looking, he could be my wet dream a million times over and I'd never get tired of this newfound sin on a platter. The amount of energy I could...
"Dite." He acknowledged with no emotion. No doubt, my conceited attitude would be put in place if he just—
"May I sit on your lap?"
"Goddess. Don't start now." Another god entered the kitchen, myself groaning at Poseidon's drowsy statement. Dressed in his nightwear with his blonde hair a mess, he still found it in him to bicker.
"You want next? I give a mean-" I pumped my hand up and down, pulling my parted lips into a smile. Against his will, I saw Poseidon shudder. But that could have just been my reaction to the muscled back that was leaving me quite tempted.
