MYTHOS

mesmeric

" i heard that you like the bad girls...is that true?"

         *contains mild mature content*

The villa flooded with morning glow and gossiping nymphs. It seemed as though everyone was left speechless after being witness to their torrid activities of yesterday.

Aphrodite emerged from her lewd bed chamber, in bare feet and a sheer robe. Unbenounced to the nymphs, who stood in the foyer waiting for their goddess to awaken.

"I could hear from the opposite side of the villa!" a forest nymph, Morgana, giggled.

"You mustn't make trouble for yourself," Sera chided, she was Aphrodite's most loyal nymph, unlike her sisters she was not entertained by the frivolous games they would play. "it is none of our mind"

Morgana disregarded her sisters warning and continued. "Hephaestus will not be pleased"

Aphrodite emerged from the shadows and immediately both nymphs bowed to the goddess in reverence. It was not in her nature to feel guilt or embarrassment; as a matter of fact, she was drifting in a sea of pure bliss.

"Draw me a bath, will you?" Without so much as a glance, Sera hurried into action, that was until the goddess stopped the nymph in her tracks. "Morgana, you seem unoccupied. Hurry yourself, before my guest awakens."

"My goddess" Morgana, lowered her eyes respectfully before shuffling off to find Aphrodite's cocktail of bath salts and dried roses.

Aphrodite's silken robe swayed behind her as she returned to her awaiting bedfellow. 

Ares lay on his back, the soft covering fell below his naked torso. He had never woken to warm light on his face. It was pleasant. The goddess entered; making intense eye contact with the vision in her bed. 

"Feeling rested?" Aphrodite's airy voice filled his ears - Ares found himself restraining his smile. 

Ares rose from the bed and crossed over to the golden beauty, she stood with the sun behind her and he could swore her heavenly glow pulled him forward. 

"Very much so" the sheer robe did nothing to cover her body, so without any resistance Ares removed the veil from her shoulders and it puddled at their feet. "It looks you sustained a few minor casualties" 

Without her hidden, the violet / indigo discoloration was now visible, Ares smirked at this. The young god was accustomed to being the dominant when it came to coitus. But it seemed as though he had finally met his match. 

Aphrodite mimicked his wistful look, her hands ran against his stout back and felt the raised coral markings. "As do you"

"I have the perfect remedy for such casualties" 

Interlocking their hands, Aphrodite led her conquest to her secluded bath house. As they entered Morgana continued to add rose petals while keeping her head lowered. Ares looked at the pool of fragrance with disdain; the god of bloodlust could not be seen soaking in rose petals.

Aphrodite noticed his hesitation and turned to face him fully; it wouldn't take much this time to convince him to act on her will. Placing her palm on his chest, she directed his attention to hers. "Take a soak with me", A flicker of gold ran through his iris' and he entered the bath without resistance. 

As the warm water engulfed their bodies, Ares was violently thrown out of Aphrodite's transfixion; he could do the same, if she wanted to play this game. 

"Is that how you compel the humans to do your bidding?" Even as she removed her hand, Ares continued to feel the fire burn in his chest.

Each new age god had a sort of control over humanity and the animals that roamed freely around the earth. The stronger the god, the easier it was to control the humans. Most of the young gods lived on the ideal that helping the humans would win the favor of Zeus. However, Aphrodite remained juvenile in many ways, she found genuine amusement in twisting at the hearts of undeserving men and accepting their desperate offerings of roses, wine and sweet perfumes.

"Oh," Aphrodite chided "are you in distress?"

Aphrodite reached her hand toward him, before she could reached his heaving chest Ares trapped her hand in his. He was not going to allow the goddess of love to gamble with his heart without retaliation.

"I will assume you understand the consequences for your actions" Ares had come to recognize Aphrodite's lust for vigorous relations, therefore getting her started wasn't the hardest task. 

Grabbing her shoulders, Ares spun the goddess around and pressed her body up against the tiling. Her back pressed against his chest; Aphrodite's bosom tingled, and her breathing got heavy. She felt his member press against her backside, his stamina was unbelievable.

"I can toy with you as well"

Throughout their engagement, Morgana continued adding rose petals to their water unfortunately her curiosity peaked and she made direct eye contact with the couple.

Ares placed his hand on Aphrodite's throat; tilting her head backward, he whispered in her ear. "She watches you with such disgust, what should be done?"

Morgana saw Ares' eyes flash crimson and before she could remove herself, Morgana found herself swallowing water as her head was held under the water. The goddess of love was not a malicious being, this was new. Aphrodite held the nymph's head under the water, her body failing on the tile floor. A surge of lightening ran through her body and it felt different; Ares had stimulated to the point of no return.

While chaos ensued, Ares thrusted into Aphrodites' warm entrance; the anger and lust guided his hips harder and faster. She was a sight to see: mouth agape in pleasure, eyes rolled backward, and fists clenched in the nymphs hair. Morgana's lungs collapsed in her chest and as she took her last breath, Aphrodite lifted her hand and the nymph finally took in air. Ares tightened his grip on the goddess throat and she moaned in response.

"I seem to bring about the anger in you, goddess of love"

"Well I seem to like it"

A/N: sleep deprived is how i live my life.