Fantasy Aphrodite Art 소설 & 이야기

Even though he was no longer looking at the vision of exotic female glory he had been a moment before the imagery of her was still alive within his mind. He’d never seen a girl with blonde hair before. She had a lot of it too, along with a body that begged to be possessed by a man and bring forth his children. Slowly, as he waited among the trees he debated on what his options were. Entering the Citadel was no easy endeavor, but for a girl like that it was worth trying surely, especially when he knew what would happen to her if he didn’t liberate her from the clutches of the men that remained from the time before.

As the fabric fell away, revealing his sculpted chest and the intricate inked patterns that adorned his skin, she marveled at the vulnerability he was sharing with her. In response, Ardolf's hands found the ties of Athena's dress, his fingers deftly undoing the knots until the fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. His eyes drank in the sight before him, her form bathed in the moon's luminescence, her curves a work of art that he had longed to explore. With a reverence that bordered on worship, Ardolf pulled Athena into his arms, his lips finding hers once again in a kiss that spoke of promises and unspoken desires. His hands explored every inch of her, igniting a fire that

Each one just seems to out preform the last. This piece in particular is taken from human inspiration. They have something called Greek gods and goddesses, though they just remind me of faeries. Still, this is a pastel color painting that I hope depicts something like a dream where these angelic beings are sitting somewhere on clouds far away from our perception. “I’m going to list it for five grand,” I say and hold my breath as I wait for Arthur’s reaction. “Go for seven.” He says as if that’s even a possibility.

Epilogue He had just walked into the large bright palace when a glass ball was sent flying into the air. He ducked in time and it crashed into the pillar next to him. Side-stepped around the shattered glass and drew close to the eight-foot-tall goddess seated upon her throne. "What provokes you, Aphrodite?" Cupid asked as he went over and took a seat beneath her throne. He unsaddled himself of his golden arrow and wooden bowl and kept it on a stool beside him. The immortal palace of Aphrodite, the goddess of love was a beautiful place. The walls were made of pink granite and shimmered with glitter. White, pink, and red flowers spanned the area and a bright light shone from a big globe that s

I pointed to the low neckline. "I know, my lady," Aphrodite said with a smile. She held up a pink faux fur shawl and draped it over my shoulders, pinning it in place with a round silver brooch. She added a silver pendant with the shape of a half-moon around my neck and matching earrings and bracelet. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. "It's breathtaking," I said. "Thank you, Aphrodite." "You're very welcome, my lady," she said, her smile widening.

And the light, God, the light, it poured in from one side, bathing her in gold, catching the shape of her collarbone and the dip of her stomach, warm and eternal. I swallowed hard. “You painted me like…” “Aphrodite,” he finished for me. “I know.” “But I’m not…” “Yes,” he said just that. No argument or explanation. He strongly believed it. I stared at the woman in the painting. At the version of myself he had carved out with brushstrokes and light. I had never seen myself like this. Worshiped but not objectified. Strong but not hardened. Desired without shame. “You imagined all this?” I asked.

Irritated, I looked to my right, and any and all air left me for the second time today. Coming toward me was a vision. An absolute vision; I’m talking Botticelli’s Aphrodite walking toward me down the aisle. Long, chestnut hair fell in waves around her elfin-shaped face, over her shoulders and down her back. A snub nose centred on her face, which ended in full-ish petal pink lips and a softly pointed chin. It was her eyes that captivated me though, unfocused as they were. The deepest blue I’d ever seen; a deep navy where the catchlights looked like twinkling stars across a midnight sky. Wait, why am I drawn to her? Is she? And then all air left my body for the third time in 30 minutes as he

I mumbled, moving away from him toward a deer-head statue in front of me, pretending to admire it and trace its features. He walked to a box of basic paints, wiping dust from it and ignoring my question. "It's been a long time since I painted. A whole year." I turned toward him, delighted. "It looks like I'm going to bring back your buried passion for this hobby. This statue is really beautiful!" I pointed toward a small statue tucked away in a corner of the room. It was of the goddess of beauty, Aphrodite. "Aphrodite?" He approached it and traced its features.

she prayed and asked for favors from the Divine Lords. Her forehead shine and a ray of a divine spark enter her house. The light enters her brain and she immediately opens her eyes. Her eyes turn blue and a spark lid on her eyeballs. She looked at her hands and open them to check. A small pen-like arrow has appeared in her hands. She looked at the arrow and smile. Goddess has got her answers. ..............

They both snapped their heads up at came face to face with a stunning woman with unparalleled poise and grace. "Goddess Aphrodite! Greetings." Angus greeted in his gutteral voice. Arthur followed suit. Of course, in this dimension, these two, wolf and man, were not in the same body but facing each other in their different forms. "Greetings children of the Moon Goddess. It brings me joy when I see that the hard heartened villain's heart has been thawed. You are ready for love. You will find your happiness and I will do a little tricky, so that you can also be able to hold your own child." Aphrodite, the goddess of love, giggled. Then she pointed a somewhat inconspicuous heart shaped wand in t