Aphrodite Cats Novels & Stories

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

Usually, with just a smile, many women will be willing to squat down to satisfy him. The kiss from the lips now turns to the neck, the girl tilts her head so that Aderaldo is free to give a wild sweep of his tongue there. Not only that, he left some traces of ownership which will certainly be obvious, if Naara wears clothes that expose her neck and chest. Aderaldo smiles happily seeing his handiwork on the girl's neck. In accordance with his name, which is often used as the nickname for the group of big cats who move at speed instead of sneak tactics in groups, namely the Cheetah, he will move quickly in any way to get what he wants, including Naara.

It was a wild cat, and Nathan's frown was deeper than the depths of the ocean when he saw the color of its fur. Hilda explained, "This is a precious African prairie cat. It is a hybrid offspring of an African domestic cat and a wild cat. This cat has a strong jumping ability and can jump up to eight feet high. Kater is the one who has adopted this kitten!" Nathan plastered a smile on his face, but his heart was pounding with aggravation. You silly dog, not only do you live off me, but you also got yourself a pet cat? How can I be convinced that Kater is the one that wants to raise it, not Hilda?

I state with interest. "You may have heard of me. My name is Aphrodite. Goddess of love, beauty, and desire, and this is my son, Eros. God of sex, lust, and passionate desire. The one who can bring irresistible feelings and impulses with the use of his arrow. He is often referred to as Cupid, but as you can see, he is not like what humans have made him out to be. Lastly, this is my dear friend, Peitho. Goddess of persuasion and seduction." she explains, introducing both herself and the other two sexy individuals. "This is definitely a dream." I mumble to myself.

THIRD PERSON'S POV Oh, she was beautiful, a Greek goddess, Aphrodite. Yes Aphrodite. He really wasn’t sure how he had managed to push her away all those weeks. Now that he had seen her beauty, her tenderness, her response to attention and appreciation, he wasn’t determined to let her go. How could he when he had gotten a glimpse of what it would be like to be with her to have her as his mate? And now, standing there in his t-shirt, he realized just how proud he was to be called her mate.

Gods are impatient, they hate to be kept waiting. Apollo changed himself into a tortoise and crawled out. The nymphs were delighted to see him, and turned him this way and that, and tickled him with a straw. He was a splendid glossy tortoise with a beautiful black and green shell. Dryope wanted him for her own and put him in her tunic.

OK, so Officer Randell wasn’t pulling my leg. “Told you so Alsie-Alsie. Big cats, and thumbs.” “It’s just Alsie, Detective Alsie. You do know there is a breed of cats with extra digits, right? They’re called polydactyl cats. Polydactyl means extra digits. It’s really, not that weird, uncommon, but not weird.” Not going to lie, a big cat, bigger than a lion being a polydactyl is weird. But I’m not about to tell Office Randell that.

Incense burned in a bronze bowl at the room's center, its sweet scent helping to focus the mind and calm the spirit. Aphrodite lounged on a plush chaise near the window, fanning herself with a delicate fan made of swan feathers that had been blessed to stay cool to the touch. She wore a gown of silk that shimmered like water in the light, and golden pins shaped like roses held her dark hair in an elaborate style. "I simply can't focus today," she complained, adjusting one of the pins with perfectly manicured fingers.

In a wire cage was a small, thin, black cat, looking sickly, almost emaciated, huddled in a dying state. "Isn't that a cat?" It looked no different than an ordinary black cat. This is an elf? "Elves are creatures born purely from nature, most of them in animal form, but a few in human form. Humanoid elves are relatively rare and valuable." Ario looked at the kitten in the cage and said nonchalantly, "This is just an ordinary animal spirit in the form of a cat, not worth much." The kitten lifted its head, and even though it was fifty meters away, I could still see its emerald-like eyes. I don't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed to be looking at me, which made me inexplicably sad.

"Hello, I'm Marina Dell. I recently discovered this hidden gem of a café, so I've been coming here every day to spend time with the cats." When she smiled, her eyes curved gently, dimples faintly showing, making her entire demeanor appear lively and radiant. Jamie was not short of money, so the café's pedigree cats were all purebred and extremely valuable. Many knowledgeable customers who came in and saw the cats were even hesitant to reach out and touch them.