"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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"GREETINGS, looking lovely as ever." Hercules was always a little charmer, muscled arms folded over his white button down.
"I know. Good boy for using your intelligence." When I passed by him to enter the much larger conference room, I patted his strong chest twice. Just for my compliment, he picked up my trail for me and nearly toppled into the dull god I managed to sidestep.
"Goddess." His acknowledgement was just as dull as his brown attire. We were at eye level tonight, and I'd gotten a look at the man who couldn't love anything more than his craft. Our exchange was only awkward because the same eyes I was looking into had caught me, his soon to be date, in bed with the messenger god Hermes.
"Hephaestus." I muttered his name with a false sense of sincerity, a seductive smile on my face as a hasty wave goodbye.
My gaze was free as it slid over old familiar faces, catching the watchful eyes of Hades, Dionysius, and Apollo. They looked down to the side of my body where my new puppy awaited my command.
"Hercules." His name came from my lips in a gentle coo, the mentioned scurrying to hold the rest of my dress without wrinkling it. "Give it." I held my unoccupied hand out and settled the condensing champagne bottle on my hip.
Hercules handed the fabric to me with a boyish smile. He stood straight up and spread his feet a little, myself taking the opportunity to glance briefly at each long leg slowly. I mouthed a come here and waited for his head to bend down to me.
"For your good deed, Venus will bless your dreams tonight." I blew softly on his neck before pulling away. His eyes said, if you asked me to bark for you, I would. I walked away first, destination marked by the end of the room where a lone god sat.
Zeus sulked in the corner, his favorite ambrosia drink clinking in his three ice cube glass. His dark blue eyes calculated the room, keeping an eye out for the wrong reasons. I was the closest threat within proximity to the God of God's.
"Let me look at you." I bit my lip when he spoke, voice rough from the scotch I knew he loved to mix in. His emotionless face was still a mystery, but I took his head tilt as a sign of affection.
"Straightforward tonight, Zeusy?" I put my own drink down and lifted my perfect hair to the top of my head, knowing his favorite part of me was my smooth skin. Peeking over my shoulder did I watch him take a time consuming sip, all while taking his time to consume my body as I spun the rest of the way to face him.
"Invisibility box. Wears off when the meeting starts." Zeus patted his knee, and I snagged my pooling drink before taking a comfortable seat. With a small pout, I held up the bottle, silently asking him to open it. Without much hesitation did he oblige.
