Chapter 2: Building Tension
The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the opulent marble palace of Olympus. Inside, the grand halls were bathed in an ethereal glow, echoing the laughter and chatter of the gathered deities. It was a night like any other in their eternal existence, a night filled with banquets, wine, and the sweet scent of divine ambrosia. Yet, tonight was different for Hera, the queen of the gods.
She stood at the entrance of Aphrodite's bedchamber, debating whether or not to knock. The door was adorned with intricate carvings of lovers of every description , their bodies entwined in a dance of passion that made Hera's cheeks flush. She could hear the soft hum of Aphrodite's voice from within, singing a song of love and desire. Hera took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.
Uncertainty and hesitation were alien to her yet here she was, oscillating on how to proceed. She took a deep, steadying breath then raised a hand and knocked, hard, authoritatively. Not a request to enter but a proclamation.
A voice as sweet as honey answered. “Come in and leave your inhibitions at the door."
The door swung open of its own accord and Hera strode inside, every inch the queen of the gods.
Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the opulence, the soft, rose-tinted glow. Hera had expected Aphrodite’s quarters to reek of sweat, ejaculate, and other scents of sex. Instead it smelled of mountain flowers and something else she couldn’t identify, something sweet and inviting that seemed to wrap around her like a lover’s arms. She shuddered slightly and took a moment to compose herself. She was the queen of Olympus, second only to Zeus himself. It wouldn’t do for her to adopt the demeanor of a quivering slut.
And there, in the center of it all, was Aphrodite. She was reclined on an enormous seashell that had been converted into a bed, her body draped in a pink silk robe that somehow managed to both leave little to the imagination and yet reveal nothing more than tantalizing hints at what lay beneath.
Her flaming red hair cascaded over her shoulders, a stark contrast to Hera's midnight black locks. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she rose to her feet with a grace none of the Olympians could match then sank to her knees.
"Greetings, my queen," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. "Your presence honors me beyond words."
The mistress of love's gaze was soft, adoring, and respectful but beneath the expected subservience, Hera caught a hunger that made her heart race.
"Rise," she said imperiously. "No need to debase yourself before me, especially in your own quarters."
Aphrodite bounded to her feet, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Thank you, my queen. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Aphrodite asked, her voice dripping with innuendo. She took a step closer, her eyes never leaving Hera's.
Hera felt a shiver run down her spine, a sensation she hadn't felt in centuries. She was used to being the one in control, the one who commanded and was obeyed. Yet, here she was, standing before a goddess who was as powerful as she was, and she felt...vulnerable. It was a heady feeling, one she wasn't sure she liked.
"I did not come here to play games, Aphrodite," Hera snapped, her voice sharp.
"I apologize, my queen," the mistress of love replied. Her tone was contrite but the hunger in her eyes was rapidly becoming ravenous. Hera swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.
"How may I serve you, my queen ?" Aphrodite asked, her voice a low, sultry growl. She took another step closer, her eyes locked onto Hera's.
Hera could feel the heat radiating off Aphrodite's body, could see the way her nipples pressed against the silk of her robe. She could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and it made her own body respond in kind. She could feel the dampness between her legs, the way her clit throbbed with need.
"It is well known among gods and mortals that you provide certain...services to any who desire them," Hera said. She felt her cheeks reddening, a sensation she hadn't experienced in millennia.
Aphrodite's face split into a beatific smile. "And does my queen desire these services," she asked. The mistress of pleasure stepped closer, her scent enveloping Hera like a blanket. "You have but to ask."
Aphrodite stepped behind her, running a hand over her arm. Hera shivered. The touch was feather-light and hardly sexual but it sent a wave of arousal through her. She felt her nipples hardening beneath her silk tunic, her pussy throbbing with anticipation.
She spun around to face the mistress of pleasure, adopting an expression of arrogant detachment. “If I give myself over to you, I will remain in charge. I decide what happens, when, for how long, everything. Agreed?”
Aphrodite laughed, a sound that made Hephaestus’ finest bells seem discordant by comparison. “I am the mistress of pleasure. I can play any and every role, my queen. You desire a submissive lover, so you shall have. But there is one thing I cannot agree to.”
“And what might that be,” Hera asked. Her voice was steady but inside she was roiling. She hadn't felt this way since her and Zeus' wedding night, millennia ago. Aphrodite's presence was like an electric charge that made every inch of her tingle.
“You shan’t be in control of yourself for long, my queen,” Aphrodite replied. “Your self-control is legendary but if I make love to you, your body will swiftly pursue its own desires, all dignity and self-mastery forgotten.”
Hera snorted. “I doubt that very much. Not even you can reduce the queen of Olympus to a mindless creature panting and mewling for more," retorted.
“I consider that a challenge,” the mistress of pleasure purred. “One I eagerly accept. Now, shall we give ourselves over to mutual ecstasy? Or would you rather spend the rest of time imagining how good I could have been for you?”
Hera considered for the briefest of moments then grasped Aphrodite’s chin, and rammed her lips against the goddess of love’s. Aphrodite responded instantly, moaning quietly, and opening her mouth invitingly.
Without hesitation, Hera shoved her tongue into Aphrodite’s mouth. She tasted of the sweetest nectar and something else she couldn't identify that threatened to make her head spin. After a long moment, Hera broke the kiss and pushed the mistress of love back. Aphrodite offered no resistance but bounded backwards as lightly as a cloud.
“Remove your garments,” Hera ordered. “I would see your body before you lay eyes on mine.”
Aphrodite beamed. “As my queen commands.”
She moved so swiftly and smoothly that Hera couldn’t determine precisely what Aphrodite had done but in less than a heartbeat, the mistress of love was as naked as the day she had risen from the sea foam. Hera was unable to stop the gasp that rose in her throat. She knew herself to be extraordinarily beautiful even among the Olympians but Aphrodite’s body was a work of art the likes of which she had never imagined.
Her breasts were full and round, her nipples the color of rose petals, already hard and begging to be sucked. Her stomach was flat, her hips wide and made for bearing children. And between her legs, her cunt was bare, the lips plump and glistening with her arousal. Hera felt her own body responding, her pussy clenching with need, her nipples hardening beneath her tunic.
Aphrodite turned around slowly, giving Hera a full view of her ass, round and firm, with a slight dimple at the base. The queen of the gods felt her mouth watering, her pussy throbbing with need.
“What more does my queen desire,” Aphrodite murmured, her voice an invitation to endless pleasure. “Shall I dance for you? Pleasure myself while you watch and inhale the scents and sounds of my arousal? Cast your garments aside like leaves in the wind? Bring you to orgasm with naught but my tongue? The possibilities are endless but all roads lead to the same destination.”
Hera swallowed, once, twice, thrice, but her throat remained stubbornly dry. When she spoke, her voice was husky. “I want you to get me out of these clothes.”
Aphrodite's eyes gleamed with lust as she strode forward, her breasts bobbing slightly with each step. She ran a finger over the neckline of Hera's tunic, sending another wave of arousal through her.
Hera had deliberately chosen her most complex outfit to test the mistress of love’s skills. It was an infuriatingly complicated affair that had so many belts, buckles, and ties, that it took half a dozen servants the better part of an hour to get it off her. Somehow, Aphrodite managed to have it on the floor in less than ten seconds.
The queen of the gods drew herself up to her full and considerable height as Aphrodite's eyes ran over her naked body. The goddess of love's gaze was like a physical touch that caressed every inch of her, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake.
“I’ve never dreamed of your equal,” the mistress of love murmured. “Would you like to retire to my bed? Or shall we commence right here?”
Hera drew herself up haughtily and strode to the bed. She laid down on her back and spread herself out, moaning quietly. Aphrodite’s bed was sinfully soft, the sheets cool against her bare skin. She raised an eyebrow at the manacles at the corners of the bed but made no comment. Still, that was something she might want to try out later.
Aphrodite sashayed over, her magnificent breasts bobbing slightly with each movement. She settled herself on the edge of the bed, not quite touching Hera but close enough that the queen of the gods could feel the heat radiating off her.
“How shall we start, my queen,” she asked.
“I presume you are skilled in the art of cunnilingus,” Hera said, trying and failing to keep her voice anywhere near remotely steady.
“There is literally no one better,” Aphrodite replied. “Do you desire a demonstration?”
Hera nodded curtly. “But be warned, I am both difficult to please and I have a tendency to…” she hesitated, blushing slightly then forced herself to continue. “Ejaculate when I climax.”
Aphrodite’s smile made the sun look dull. “My queen, there is nothing I relish more than a challenging customer who rewards my efforts by releasing their nectar. May I begin? Please?"
No sooner had Hera nodded than Aphrodite laid down on top of her, pressing their lips together. The mistress of love was impossibly light. She was as solid as any lover Hera had ever taken but seemed to weigh no more than the silken garments she had cast aside so effortlessly.
Aphrodite's lips were soft and pliant, her tongue a hot, wet dance against Hera's. The queen of the gods could feel the heat of Aphrodite's cunt against her thigh, the wetness that coated her skin. She moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to grip Aphrodite's hair, pulling her closer.
Aphrodite broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Hera's neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Hera gasped, her hips bucking up against Aphrodite's. The mistress of love chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down Hera's spine.
She moved lower, her lips and tongue tracing a path down Hera's body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Hera's breath hitched as Aphrodite's tongue flicked against her nipple, teasing it into a hard, aching peak. The goddess of love's mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before she took it into her mouth, sucking gently.
Hera moaned, her hands clenching the bedsheets as she fought to control herself. Aphrodite's other hand moved down Hera's body, tracing the curve of her hip, the flare of her waist, before dipping lower, between her legs.
Hera gasped, her hips bucking up against Aphrodite's hand. The mistress of love chuckled, her fingers tracing the lips of Hera's pussy, spreading the wetness that coated them over her clit. Hera's body was on fire, her skin flushed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the heat radiating off Aphrodite's body, could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. It was intoxicating.
"May I taste you, my queen," Aphrodite asked, her voice quivering with lust. "As skilled as my hands are, my tongue is by far their superior ."
Hera nodded, her breath ragged. Aphrodite smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes, and began to kiss her way down Hera's body, lingering at her navel, her hips, her thighs. Hera could feel the anticipation building inside her, her pussy throbbing with need. She spread her legs wider, inviting Aphrodite in.
The mistress of love paused, her breath hot on Hera's pussy. She looked up, her blue eyes filled with desire. "You're soaking wet, my queen," she murmured. "And I am ever so thirsty."
Hera moaned, her hips bucking slightly. "Then stop talking and start drinking," she ordered, her voice laced with desire and impatience.
Aphrodite chuckled, a sound that sent vibrations through Hera's pussy, and then she was there, her tongue flicking out to taste Hera's arousal.
Hera gasped, her hands flying to Aphrodite's hair, gripping it tightly as the goddess of love began to lick and suck at her pussy. Aphrodite's tongue was like a hot, wet flame, teasing and tantalizing Hera's clit, dipping inside her to taste her nectar. She moaned, her hips bucking against Aphrodite's face, her body demanding more.
"Fuck, yes," Hera panted, her eyes closed, her head thrown back.
"Just like that. Don't stop."
Aphrodite hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers down Hera's spine. Her tongue was a relentless, expertly wielded weapon, lapping at Hera's clit, dipping inside her, swirling around her entrance. Hera could feel her orgasm building, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She was close, so close.
Aphrodite's fingers joined her tongue, sliding inside Hera's pussy, curling upwards to hit that spot that made her see stars. Hera cried out, her body arching off the bed. "Fuck, yes. Don't stop. I'm going to-"
Her words devolved into a scream of ecstasy as she came, her pussy clenching around Aphrodite's tongue, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. A tideway of liquid heat burst from within her, soaking the mistress of love's face, Hera's thighs, and the sheets beneath them. Throughout it all, Aphrodite continued to lick and suck, effortlessly adapting to Hera's maddened thrashing , drawing out her orgasm until the queen of the gods was reduced to a quivering, boneless mess.
"Fuck," Hera panted, her eyes closed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "That was...that was..."
"A rather poor effort, I'm afraid," Aphrodite said. "Even as the goddess of love, it takes time for me to learn a lover's body, what they like, what they don't. I hope my queen will grant me another chance someday."
Hera gaped at her, struggling to find the right words. "A poor effort," she repeated. "Are you insane? Aphrodite, that was the best orgasm of my entire existence," Hera exclaimed, her breath still coming in short gasps. She could feel her pussy throbbing, still sensitive from Aphrodite's relentless assault. The goddess of love chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Hera's spine.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, my queen," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "I hope you will forgive my impudence but your ejaculate is, quite possibly, the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Should you find it within yourself to capture it in a goblet, I would happily drink nothing else until the end of time."
Hera flushed at the compliment then forced herself up onto her elbows. "So, what else can we do? I've never been with a woman before."
“Would my queen like to experience what’s known as tribadism,” Aphrodite asked.
Hera frowned, unfamiliar with the term. “Explain that to me. Please.”
Aphrodite flopped down on the bed next to her, her breasts bouncing madly. "Happily.
It's a form of lovemaking where two women rub their clits together, often using their hands to guide the action. It's a beautiful, intimate dance that can lead to incredible orgasms," Aphrodite explained, her voice a sultry purr. "Would you like to try it, my queen?"
Hera's eyes widened, her mind racing with images of two women entwined in a passionate embrace, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans of pleasure filling the air. She could feel her pussy throbbing at the thought, her clit already aching for more attention.
"That," she swallowed, her throat going dry again. "That sounds amazing. I’ll definitely want to try that with you sometime but there’s something I want even more.”
Hera looked away, her face reddening. She felt Aphrodite’s hand on her chin, gently turning her around to face the mistress of love.
“Come now, Hera. Remember who you’re talking to. There’s nothing I haven’t heard and nothing I haven’t tried. Tell me.”
Hera felt her flush deepening but she didn’t look away. She took a steadying breath then said, “I want to fuck you with a cock.”
Aphrodite didn’t so much as blink. “Excellent choice, my queen."
Hera felt herself going as a red a beet. “You can do that? I’ve never managed to make it work.”
Aphrodite nodded. “Easy as winking. All I need is specifics on the setup you want.”
Hera considered then said, “I want to keep my pussy. And no balls, they’d just get in the way. Can you turn my clit into a cock? I think that would be perfect.” Hera said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aphrodite’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “As my queen commands,” she said, her voice filled with lust. She ran a gentle hand over Hera's sopping pussy, making the queen of Olympus twitch and moan. A moment later, she felt a strange heat growing in her core. It rapidly spread through her entire body then centered between her legs. She gasped as she felt her clit swell and lengthen, growing into a thick, throbbing cock. She looked down, her eyes widening at the sight of it. It was perfect, just as she had imagined it.
It was flaccid but even as she watched, it began to harden and grow until it was a thick, throbbing shaft any man would have been proud to call his own. Scarcely able to believe it, Hera reached down and ran a finger over its length, feeling it twitch and pulse in response.
"Fuck," she said quietly. "I've got a fucking cock."
She looked up at Aphrodite whose expression was split between joy and abject lust. "I can make any adjustments my queen desires. Longer, shorter, thicker, skinnier, a different shape. If you like, I can give you two, three, four, or more cocks. Your wish is my command."
Hera shivered with delight then shook her head. "It's perfect."
She clambered off the bed and rose to her feet, relishing the strange sensation of her cock bobbing with each step.
“How do men walk around with these things between their legs," she asked. "Doesn’t it get in the way?”
Aphrodite laughed. “I suppose in much the same way we navigate the world with breasts. Practice makes perfect and all that.”
The queen of the gods gestured at her new appendage. "I fucking love this thing but I want your opinion as well. Do you want this thing inside of you?" Hera asked, her voice laced with desire and a hint of dominance. She stroked her new cock, feeling the power it gave her.
Aphrodite's eyes widened, her breath hitching. "I've never wanted anything more in my life."
She laid back on the bed, her legs spread wide. "Ready when you are, my queen." Aphrodite's voice was a sultry purr, her blue eyes filled with desire. Hera could see the glistening wetness coating her thighs, the way her hips moved, inviting, enticing. She stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest, her new cock throbbing with need.
"Fuck, you look so fucking hot like that," Hera growled, her voice laced with lust. She ran a hand over Aphrodite's body, feeling the softness of her skin, the curve of her hip, the fullness of her breast. She pinched Aphrodite's nipple, making her gasp, her back arching.
"You like that, don't you, you filthy little slut?" Hera growled, her voice a low, sultry purr. Aphrodite moaned in response, her hips bucking slightly. "I love it when you talk dirty to me, my queen," she breathed. "Fuck, I can't wait to feel that cock inside me."
Hera smirked, her hand moving down Aphrodite's body, over her stomach, between her legs. She ran a finger over the goddess of love's pussy, feeling the wetness that coated her lips. "You're so fucking wet, Aphrodite," she murmured.
"I can feel it, your pussy is dripping for me." She slipped a finger inside, feeling the tightness of Aphrodite's pussy, the heat that radiated from within. Aphrodite moaned, her hips moving in time with Hera's hand, fucking herself on her finger. Hera added another finger, stretching Aphrodite's pussy, preparing her for what was to come.
"Fuck, Hera," Aphrodite gasped. "I need you inside me. Please."
Hera smirked, her fingers moving faster, harder. "Beg for it. Beg me to put my cock in you."
Aphrodite's eyes flashed with desire and frustration.
"You're a cruel queen, Hera," she panted, her hips bucking against Hera's hand. "But I love it. Fuck, I love it."
Hera chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down Aphrodite's spine. "I know you do, my love. Now, let's see how much you can take."
She added a third finger, stretching Aphrodite's pussy wide. The goddess of love moaned, her body arching off the bed, her breasts heaving. Hera could see the sweat beading on her skin, the way her muscles tensed and released with each thrust of her fingers.
"Please," Aphrodite whimpered. "I need your cock inside me. I need to feel you fucking me, Hera. I need it so fucking bad."
Hera's smirk widened into a full-blown grin, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Are the fingers of the queen of Olympus not good enough for you? Do you know how many mortals, how many gods would pay any price for what I'm giving you freely? And yet you want more? You demanding, ungrateful little slut," Hera growled, her voice laced with lust and dominance.
Aphrodite moaned, her body writhing with pleasure and frustration. "Forgive me, my queen. Your fingers are fucking amazing but I want more. I want it all. Please. Fuck me with that big, beautiful cock. I want to feel you stretching me, filling me, fucking me until I can't take it anymore. I want to feel your hot cum inside me, marking me as yours. I want to be your little slut, your fuck toy, your anything as long as it involves you fucking me. Please, Hera. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Hera's eyes flashed with lust at Aphrodite's words. She withdrew her fingers from the goddess's pussy, making her moan in protest. The queen of the gods climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between Aphrodite's legs. She ran her new cock along the goddess's pussy, coating it in her wetness, making them both moan. Hera looked down at Aphrodite, her eyes filled with lust and power. "You want this, don't you, you little slut?" she growled.
Aphrodite nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, my queen. I want it so fucking bad."
Hera considered then said, "I'll put my cock in you on one condition."
"Name it."
Hera smiled. She had Aphrodite right where she wanted her. "I'm going to put those manacles around your wrists and ankles so you can't move an inch until I'm done with you. I might put one load in you or two or a thousand. I might keep you here for days, weeks, months, however long I like. Agreed?"
Aphrodite didn't hesitate. "Do it," she said. "Fucking do it."
Hera smirked, her eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. She reached for the manacles, her cock throbbing with anticipation.
Aphrodite watched her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes filled with desire and trust. Hera secured the manacles around Aphrodite's wrists and ankles, making sure they were tight but not too tight. She wanted Aphrodite to feel the restraint, to feel the power dynamic between them, but she also didn't want to hurt her.
Once the manacles were in place, Hera stepped back, admiring the sight of Aphrodite spread out on the bed, her legs and arms spread wide, her pussy glistening with arousal.
The goddess of love was a vision of pure, unadulterated lust, her body quivering with anticipation. Hera could see the pulse of her clit-cock, could see the way her breasts heaved with each ragged breath she took.
"Fuck, you look so fucking hot like that," Hera growled, her voice laced with lust. She ran a hand over Aphrodite's body, feeling the softness of her skin, the curve of her hip, the fullness of her breast. She pinched Aphrodite's nipple, making her gasp, her back arching.
"I gave you what you wanted," Aphrodite panted. "I let you chain me up like the lowest of slaves. Now give me what I want. Please."
The sheer desperation in the mistress of love's voice sent a thrill of lust and power through Hera. She slapped Aphrodite's breast, hard, making the goddess of love emit of squeal of lust and pain.
"You are in no position to ask for anything," Hera growled. "You're mine to use and deny as I see fit."
A wicked smile spread over her face as she positioned herself between Aphrodite's legs, her cock throbbing with anticipation. "But you've been a marvelous sport so I'll give you what you want. Brace yourself. I will not be gentle. I will not be kind. I will fuck you like the whore you are, and you will love every fucking second of it."
Aphrodite's eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. "Yes, my queen," she whispered, her voice filled with lust and anticipation.
Hera positioned herself at Aphrodite's entrance, her cock throbbing with need. She looked down at the goddess of love, her eyes filled with lust and dominance. "Last chance to back out, little slut," she growled.
Aphrodite shook her head, her eyes never leaving Hera's. "I'm yours to do with as you please, my queen.
I want this. I need this," Aphrodite panted, her body writhing with anticipation. Hera smirked, her eyes gleaming with lust and power. She positioned herself at Aphrodite's entrance, her cock throbbing with need. The queen of the gods took a deep steadying breath then plunged herself to the hilt into Aphrodite's pussy. The goddess of love cried out, her back arching off the bed, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. Hera could feel the tightness of Aphrodite's pussy, the heat that radiated from within, the way her muscles clenched around her cock.
The queen of the gods moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sheer pleasure of it.
She could feel every inch of Aphrodite's pussy, the way it stretched to accommodate her, the way it pulsed and throbbed around her. She began to move, slowly at first, her hips rolling as she slid her cock in and out of Aphrodite's pussy. The goddess of love moaned in response, her body writhing beneath Hera's, her hips moving in time with the queen's.
"Fuck, yes," Hera panted, her voice laced with lust. "You feel so fucking good, you little slut. Your pussy is so tight, so hot."
Aphrodite beamed. "I can make it even better, my queen. How about I clench my pussy around your cock and squeeze it like a fucking vice?" Aphrodite suggested, her eyes gleaming with lust and mischief.
Hera's eyes widened at the suggestion, her cock throbbing at the thought. "Do it, you little slut," she growled, her voice laced with lust and dominance. "Show me what you've got."
Aphrodite's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The queen of the gods moaned as she felt Aphrodite's pussy clamp down on her cock. The pressure was almost painful but it served to heighten her pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy through her body. She could feel every ripple, every pulse of Aphrodite's pussy as it squeezed her cock, milking it for all it was worth.
"Fuck, yes," Hera panted, her hips moving faster, her cock sliding in and out of Aphrodite's pussy with increasing speed. "You're fucking incredible, you little slut. Your pussy is a fucking vise, squeezing my cock so fucking good."
Aphrodite moaned in response, her body writhing beneath Hera's. "I love it when you talk dirty to me, my queen," she gasped.
Hera grunted in response, her capacity for rational speech rapidly diminishing. She was too consumed by the sensation of Aphrodite's pussy clenching around her cock, too focused on the pleasure that was building inside her, threatening to consume her.
The queen of the gods had no idea how to tell when a cock was about to cum but she knew she had to be close . She could feel it, a pressure building in her core, a heat that radiated from her new appendage. She was going to cum, and she was going to cum hard.
She said something, trying to warn Aphrodite of what was about to happen, but all that came out was incoherent babbling. The mistress of love's face lit up with joy, pleasure, and anticipation.
"I know," she moaned. "I know you're close. Keep going. Don't stop until you've filled me up, my queen," Aphrodite moaned, her voice a sultry purr. "I want to feel your hot cum inside me, marking me as yours. I need it. I need you."
Hera grunted, her hips moving faster, her cock sliding in and out of Aphrodite's pussy with increasing speed. She could feel the pressure building in her core, the heat that radiated from her new appendage.
A moment later, she screamed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her cock throbbed and pulsed, spewing hot cum deep into Aphrodite's pussy. She kept thrusting , her hips moving in a frenzy, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She could feel every pulse of her cock, every spurt of cum as it filled Aphrodite's pussy. The goddess of love moaned and writhed beneath her, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came along with Hera.
Hera finally collapsed on top of Aphrodite, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel Aphrodite's pussy pulsing around her cock, milking her for every last drop of cum. She collapsed on top of the goddess, her head between Aphrodite's breasts, trembling from head to foot.
The queen of the gods could feel the goddess of love's heart pounding against her cheek, could hear the ragged breaths that escaped her lips. She could feel the sticky wetness of their combined juices coating her thighs, her stomach, her breasts.
Aphrodite's body was slick with sweat, her skin flushed and glistening. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she panted, her body still quivering from the force of her orgasm. Hera could see the way her breasts heaved with each breath, could see the way her nipples were still hard and erect, begging for attention.
"