Ares X Aphrodite Novels & Stories

“Watch your Alpha taste your pleasure. See how he worships you.” Aethyra forced her eyes open, her gaze blurry with sensation. The sight of Xyrex, fierce and dominant, on his knees before her, his mouth working her into a frenzy, was the most potent aphrodisiac she could imagine. The dual sensations were overwhelming, the hot, wet suction of Xyrex’s mouth and the cool, deliberate pinching of her nipples by Zhilax. She was a instrument being played by two masters, and the music building inside her was a symphony of pure, undiluted ecstasy.

Claire also looked at him with a seductive gaze, full of passion. "Shit!" cursed Leon. He finally remembered something in the legend of Greek mythology. "Why?" asked Claire. "I forgot something important," said Leon. "What?" asked Claire as she walked over gracefully. Showing her long and smooth legs. “Ares and Aphrodite are the most legendary couple. Aphrodite had affairs with many men, including her adopted son Adonis. But Ares, is her favorite," said Leon. By the time he finished his sentence, Claire was right in front of him, they were only a few centimeters away. Her soft hand gently touched Leon's cheek.

Not a chance. Since I have absolutely no idea if this universe's history matches the Wikipedia articles I skimmed three years ago, I decide to employ my greatest survival skill: confidently gaslighting everyone and just winging it. "Rea," Professor Aurelius calls out, bathing me in the holy, gentle encouragement of his lush green eyes. "Tell the class about the birth of Aphrodite." I clear my throat and adopt my most professional, academic tone. "Well, Professor Hilbert," I state clearly and confidently. "Aphrodite is, at her core, the physical manifestation of a severed dick."

The last thoughts on Andreios's mind as he held on to his gentle lover. The cup in Lord Xrysos's hand fell and broke, pieces of glasses flying in all directions. His breathings came off of him in hurtful exhale, his own phallus pushing up into a painful hardness. The sight before him was the most erotic thing he seems his whole life and it was becoming really hard to behold. Seeing the two men he loved and craved after in such a heated kiss made him aching all over. Xrysos could hear the sweet cries that fell off Damon's lips and the guttural moans that roared off of Andreios's mouth, the man possessive and dominating Damon in a way unimaginable to Xrysos. Xrysos looked on and saw Damon's he

"But still—" "Do you trust me, beloved?" Aphrodite said, looking into Kendrio's eyes. Her blue crystals were captivating, hypnotizing. Kendrio gets lost in her orbs forgetting what they were discussing. Her eyes sparkled with love, one could easily be lost in her sapphires. A small smirk played on her lips. She blinked her eyes, and move her hands in his hairs, slowly massaging them. "Yes," kendrio breathed out, Realising what she is doing. She always does that. That's what she is famous for. This is what her powers are.

Edsel Ford commissioned these walls, back when Detroit still believed it was indestructible. Elara materializes before us like a vision forged from silver. "You arrived." "You understood I would." "I hoped." She brushes her lips against Julian's cheek, then rotates toward me. "You appear stunning. Emerald suits you." "It was a gift." Her smile flickers. "The finest things typically are."

Shimmering images of Aria laughing, crying, sleeping, bleeding, kissing, dying. Living. Aphrodite collapsed to her knees, overwhelmed. She pressed her hand to one of the images—Aria curled in a blanket, tangled with Elara, Nova, Iris, Lys, Athena, and Selene. The tenderness was so raw it hurt. "She's whole," Aphrodite whispered. "She's not alone," Vaethea said. "No," Aphrodite replied. "But she's not safe yet." They both turned toward the center of the cathedral, where a throne of bone stood.

Uninvited. Xavier and I stood barefoot on the balcony, he leaned on the balcony railings like he belonged there,laughing for no good reason. He told me how much I meant to him that night. “You know…” his head slightly tilting, walking towards me. “You're curved like the goddess Aphrodite.” he said, slowly placing his hands over my hips. “The Greek goddess?” “Exactly…like her.” I blushed hard, leaning forward for a kiss. Now the memory sat there. Absurd and tender. A ridiculous compliment. A ridiculous man. A moment that once felt splendid and infinite. It hurts in a strange way. Now, I'm that woman screaming into pillows so the world doesn't hear how shattered I am. The walls listened anyway

Damien replied. "Then what are you waiting for? Do the needful. You have soaked her in cold water and she was still burning up like this. I guess she was drugged with the strongest aphrodisiac. Who is the bastard that dared to drug her with it. Did the person want to kill her? How can she be drugged with that kind of aphrodisiac? Damien, There is no antidote for this kind of aphrodisiac. The only antidote for it is getting her a man right now. And her body is very hot, which shows we need to act fast. It might leads to something terrible if we didn't act now. I would have given her a sedative but that might lead to her death because she might not wake up again. The aphrodisiac is too strong

Because of this, Zeus married Aphrodite to HEPHAESTUS – he wasn’t viewed as a risk because of his ugliness and deformity. Despite this marriage to Hephaestus, Aphrodite had many lovers. Her fanatics encompass both gods and guys – together with the god ARESand the mortal Anchises. She also played a position in the story of Eros and Psyche in which admirers of Psyche overlooked to worship Venus (Aphrodite) and instead worshipped her. For this, Aphrodite enlisted EROS (Cupid) to precise her revenge however the god of love rather falls in love with the girl.