Novel & Cerita Greek Gods Aesthetics

The statue of the mother goddess was dressed in carefully draped and pinned silk so sheer that it hid nothing of the artist’s attention to detail, the points of nipples, the texture of hair peeking out beneath her armpits and at the v of her thighs. Thaelen knelt before her, his mouth dry, mesmerized by her beauty and the response of his body, the deep ache in the pit of his stomach making him very aware that his c-ck was hard, the heat of it against his thigh, trapped by his trousers. “Do you know what you would ask of our goddess?” A human acolyte murmured, kneeling at his side, her skin scented with perfumes, polished and pampered, and her red hair falling in a thick, pearl woven rope ove

And I can see it through his beautiful and deep brown eyes, he is really serious. But first I chose to keep quiet and examine his face carefully, he is really handsome. He is like Adonis, the God of beauty and desire would be ashamed of the inherent elegance and strength features of this stranger. Perfect pointed nose that I want to squeeze, kissable luscious lips that I want to kiss every day, beautiful mesmerizing eyes that I want to stare at all night, my gosh! And his strong jaw lines, which further adds to its Greek God-like image. "Done checking me out, baby?" I returned to my senses when he spoke and grinned playfully. So I blinked and cleared my throat.

He was a Greek god and damn, he was perfectly sculpted. He had a few faded marks on his toned abs but that just made it more attractive. How could a man be this attractive?

“You write with surprising hunger for someone who claims academic detachment.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. “I… appreciate the subject matter, sir. That’s all.” “Sir.” His eyes darkened with something like approval. “We’ll see how well that word fits you.” He led me deeper. Each gallery grew more intimate. A small chamber held oil paintings of women pleasuring themselves before mirrors, fingers glistening, eyes heavy-lidded with need. Another displayed ancient Greek vases where satyrs claimed willing nymphs in graphic detail. Voss stopped in front of a marble group: a goddess on her knees, wrists bound loosely with carved vines, her lover standing over her, fingers tangled in he

"The twelve main Olympians are: Zeus (Jupiter, in Roman mythology): the king of all the gods (and father to many) and god of weather, law and fate. Hera (Juno): the queen of the gods and goddess of women and marriage. Aphrodite (Venus): goddess of beauty and love. Apollo (Apollo): god of prophecy, music and poetry and knowledge. Ares (Mars): god of war. Artemis (Diana): goddess of hunting, animals and childbirth. Athena (Minerva): goddess of wisdom and defense. Demeter (Ceres): goddess of agriculture and grain. Dionysos (Bacchus): god of wine, pleasure and festivity.

“Ah… Persephone and Dionysus. Come here. Join our Hades.” Persephone; The Greek Goddess and the lover of Hades. She was petite and a curvy young woman with pinkish skin, pink eyes, dark red hair. She was so beautiful in the behold of the eyes. Sabrina was pretty but Persephone exuded a different charm entirely. Dionysus; the god that was associated with wine, vegetation, pleasure, festivity, and wild frenzy. He looked elegant, good looking with long flowing white glowing hair over his shoulder. And seemed drunk too.

Her expression, though usually serene, was edged with concern, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the armrest of her throne. To the left, Hera, the Queen of the Gods, radiated power and authority, her piercing gaze fixed on Selene. Her golden crown, adorned with jewels that sparkled like captured stars, caught the starlight as she leaned forward, her posture rigid with disapproval. Opposite them, two gods... Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence. Ares, his muscular frame draped in armor that gleamed like polished bronze, rested his chin on his fist, his dark eyes unreadable.

She watched as he stood to his full height. Peering right back at her so intently. It made her blush a little, her gaze inadvertently trailing over the length of him. His tall and lean body. Those contoured muscles on his chest. His broad shoulders. His defined abs. That v-live going straight into his pants. He was so beautiful. So perfectly carved, like one of those statues made by the most illustrious sculptors of ancient Greece. He was right. There was a grain of truth in those tales. Gods were actually beautiful. And she still couldn't believe that she was standing in the presence of one.

Ashterah opened the door to her pool and stopped short at the sight of her servants. They had been there for hours indulging themselves in drunken debauchery and had even invited Elonis, servants of Eloni; god of beauty and desire, to join the party with them. The Elonis, according to the name of their master, were exquisitely beautiful in both face and form and possessed the best abilities in sexual pleasures. They were considered useless until when either needed for an assignment or when a god needed to scratch an itch.

“There are countless stories of sex leading to good and bad consequences. I love how they were unashamed of what they liked or who they liked. While there were some goddesses who chose to abstain from sex, the majority were very sexual creatures. Some were very vigilant in their pursuits of a lover. Some had many lovers and weren’t afraid to admit it. The gods were just as promiscuous, with some taking several wives or sharing lovers with their wives. It was all very open.” “I imagine Mount Olympus to be one giant orgy,” I said. “It would be like walking through a brothel or the Playboy mansion.” Her soft smile tugged at something low in my gut. “It was a very open society. Women are depicte