Aphrodite Drawing Full Body Novels & Stories

My eyes widen and I immediately caught her hand before she could go further. “What are you doing Athena?” She bit her lips slightly and I found myself caught in the action. “Adrian, I…” she paused and I tilted my head waiting for an answer “I want to see your body” My brows flew in surprise “what?!” “Listen, I know it may sound weird but I really want to see it again so bad. Just one more time please” I was lost for words I mean there is nothing special about my body. Why would Athena be so eager to see it? Either way, I want to make her happy, so I gently let go of her hand giving her the go ahead.

Her breasts were drawn in exquisite detail, nipples tight, hard, mouthwatering. The lines were frantic in places… like Zade’s hand had been trembling. Desperate to capture her. Obsess over her. One sketch showed her standing, barely clothed, one strap of a silk dress slipping off her shoulder. Her nipple was exposed, the fabric clinging to the underside of her breasts. Her expression was pure sin—smirking, lips glossed, pupils blown wide. What the hell? My heart was pounding. My thighs pressed together instinctively. This wasn’t just art. This was obsession.

“Darlin’, we’re in New Orleans. You want a crown? I’ll find you a crown.” “Condom crowns don’t count.” My mouth teased into a smirk. “Fuck. Back to my drawin’ board.” “If you can draw anything beyond a stick man and/or a penis, I’ll be very impressed.” “Blow job kind of impressed?” “Aiden.” Elena rested a hand on my thigh softly. “Can you draw anything other than a stick man or a penis?” I ran my tongue over my lips slowly and deliberately and grinned when her eyes flicked down. “I can probably draw an all right pair of tits.”

It wasn’t intentional, yet his mind couldn’t help but linger. He thought back to the last time he had been this close to her, the vivid memory of his hands resting on the smooth expanse of her lower back. His mind replayed the two faint dimples above the curve of her hips—art’s "dimples of Venus," often regarded as a mark of perfection in sculpture and anatomy. Her posture now, slightly bent over her work, highlighted the graceful lines of her body. Each subtle movement as she mixed her colors and reached for her brushes seemed deliberate, almost mesmerizing.

Something very hard and sharp poked into my bottom before I felt Abigor place his hands on my waist. He pulled me even closer to his body before he leaned in and took a deep breath, "oh, Aphrodite..." he let out in a whisper as though he were in much pain, "the things I wish to do to this body..." He placed a kiss on the outside of my ear, "oh, Aphrodite," he continued as his lips began to kiss down my face, heading towards my neck, "oh, how I would love to watch this silk slide off your body," as he said that, his hands gripped the delicate material between hardened fists as he shoved his hardened manhood even further up my bottom.

I called her, after a few seconds she was in the water. "Yes, I'll be there." Aphrodite answered my words, and she appeared. She was still with her eyes closed and the rose petals clinging to her body. She caught her breath while cleaning her face, and then she went back to playing with the water around her. Aphrodite's smile was as pure as a child's, while her body was the exact opposite of that smile. I looked at Aphrodite without even blinking, she was wet and charming... Aphrodite was really so hot. The faded cloak stuck to her skin, printing a smooth skin that was full of temptations. The few red marks on her neck drew me closer.

My hands moved gently, back and forth. When I kiss my way down her thighs, would she hold my head in place, rotating her large hips as I feasted? And, oh, the taste of her. She always tasted like the nectar of life. I never tired of drinking from her fountain, and she was always generous with it. Just a little lick and a little teasing, and she would give freely. My hands moved faster, holding the base with a tight grip and pumping faster. In my kind, all I could see was Zara ,mouth opened halfway as I rocked into her with just enough force to have her breasts jiggle .

Hugging her once more, I left her with father, finding my precious mate drunk off her ass. It wouldn’t take long for Uriel to wake and be sober from her brief drinking experience. That would never happen again. I grabbed a nearby blanket and carried her down the dock she had to have. Her body shifted, her nose breathing in my now opened white dress shirt. Everyone was pulling off their nice dress clothes. Aphrodite was half naked in a hot pink bikini while Dionysus had been sporting a speedo. I shivered, thinking about what else was going to happen as the night went on.

When our transformation is complete, I turn in place until I see a lone woman sitting on a throne in the room. “Ah, Iokaste. You made it just in time.” Aphrodite looks at the setting sun. The golden glow makes her even more deceptively beautiful. Dark red lipstick that looks suspiciously like fresh blood accentuates her natural beauty. She looks back at me and motions with her hand. A loop attached to her middle finger holds a billowing sheer cape, adding to the dramatic effect. An invisible force pulls me into the middle of the ornate compass rose at the center of the room. “I’m glad you changed your mind, but I don’t see what I asked for, silly dog child.”

It only took a while after Stylani had returned the gown to her closet and tightened the robe around her body before she heard the voice, "Sending your little friend away so that I shall not see her? I think that is very cruel, princess." Stylani breathed in, begging herself to be calm as she turned and met the woman sitting on her bed and touching the flowers. "She is not my friend." Aphrodite turned to look at her, her blue eyes twinkling like the sky, "The way your mortal heart races begs to tell me otherwise." Aphrodite, as the goddess of beauty, was definitely stunning to behold. With her near always wet look and porcelain skin, a curvaceous body that Stylani had once tried to have and