I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“It seems Zeus has forbidden all of us from intervening in the war any further,” Aphrodite revealed, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and mild frustration.

The news wasn’t surprising, though it was irritating. It appeared the gods had convened right after Heracles’ death—a loss that must have sent tremors through Olympus. As expected, Hera, with her ceaseless disdain for me, seized the opportunity to demand my execution. This time, she hadn’t cloaked her intentions in flowery language or subtle manipulations; she had outright asked Zeus to kill me.

That goddess… I swear she will pay for her insolence.

No mercy will be shown. Not this time.

I’ve learned my lesson well from past mistakes. Khione had faced punishment for daring to cast me aside, for even considering the idea of ridding herself of me. The repercussions for her treachery were swift and merciless. So imagine what I will do to Hera, the goddess who has plotted my death at every turn.

She must think I’m blind. Does she truly believe I haven’t noticed the countless times she’s taken control of a Greek soldier, nudging him to aim an arrow or swing a sword at my back? I’ve seen it all. I’m not foolish, nor am I oblivious. Athena has dabbled in such schemes as well, though far less frequently than Hera.

Just a little more patience, I told myself. Their time will come.

“Really?” I said mockingly, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Here I thought he was dead.”

Zeus. That so-called King of the Gods. Where had he been during the chaos of this war? I hadn’t seen him lift a finger to bring order. Shouldn’t he, of all beings, be trying to put an end to this madness? And if he absolutely had to choose a side, shouldn’t it have been the Trojans? They were the obvious underdogs, struggling against the overwhelming might of the Greeks and their divine patrons. But no. Zeus had done nothing. He had allowed Hera, Athena, and even Poseidon to run rampant, blessing their chosen mortals and meddling in every significant battle.

And now, after four long months, he finally decided to grow a spine? Pathetic.

I was lounging in the warm, soothing waters of my bath, the heat easing the tension from my weary muscles. The faint scent of lavender and sandalwood lingered in the steam, creating a serene ambiance that contrasted sharply with my simmering anger. Today had been exhausting, but here, in this moment, I allowed myself a brief reprieve.

Aphrodite stood nearby, her laughter ringing like a melody, light and carefree as if she had no stakes in the gods’ squabbles. Her presence was both a distraction and a reminder of the absurdity of Olympus.

“Zeus has changed a great deal from the days of old,” she said, her lips curling into a soft smile. “Now, he seeks peace. He doesn’t want his children or family fighting one another anymore.”

“Peace?” I scoffed, my voice cutting through the tranquility of the room. “He’s a coward.”

At least Zeus wasn’t actively trying to kill me like his wife and daughter so dearly wished. That was the one thing I could grudgingly grant him. But cowardice wasn’t a virtue, and it certainly wasn’t worthy of the title “King of the Gods.”

Aphrodite leaned closer, her breath warm against my cheek, a wicked smile playing at her lips as she gazed into my eyes, unblinking and intense. “You’re lucky,” she purred, her voice dripping with a mix of honey and venom. “Lucky I protect you during the Olympus meetings. The gods… they’re voting to kill you. Every day, your name dances on their lips like a whispered curse.” Her smile didn’t falter, but her eyes burned with an enigmatic light, half-amusement, half-danger.

I matched her gaze, smirking faintly. “Are you alone in your defense?” I asked. “I’d bet Artemis has been doing her share, keeping Hera at bay. She’s good at that.” My tone carried the weight of certainty, my grin teasing as I leaned back against the warm marble of the bath.

The mention of Artemis made Aphrodite’s composure falter. Her smile wavered, her brows drawing together just slightly. She stepped closer, her bare feet whispering against the stone floor. “Do you love her too?” she asked, her voice quiet, almost vulnerable, but laced with something deeper—jealousy, intrigue, a challenge.

I tilted my head, my smirk darkening into something almost cruel. “Love her? She’s beautiful, sure. Fierce too. But let’s not sugarcoat it—I’d love to see if that fierceness holds with my dick inside her. Would she still threaten to kill me, or would she just… moan? Break apart under me, just like all that fire promises she could.”

Aphrodite’s pink eyes gleamed, her pupils narrowing like a cat’s as she stepped even closer. The air between us felt charged, thick with unspoken tension. Without a word, her delicate fingers dipped below the water. Her touch was sudden, firm, and unrelenting as her hand closed around my cock, stroking with deliberate precision.

A low groan rumbled from my throat, my body responding instinctively to the goddess’s masterful touch. “Ungh… And you?” I managed, the words coming out rough as her movements quickened. “Hiding your jealousy in a handjob, Aphrodite? How very noble of you.”

She tilted her head, her pink hair cascading over one shoulder, catching the light like molten silk. “Jealousy?” she mused, her voice a playful lilt. “You think this is jealousy? No, my dear. This is indulgence. You’ve changed, Nate. War has carved something new into you—something darker, more primal. That fire… you’ll need it for what lies ahead.”

Her hand worked me relentlessly, the slickness of the water adding to the sensation as I let my head fall back, my breath hitching. But I wasn’t about to let her control the moment entirely. My hand darted out, gripping her wrist, halting her movements as I rose from the bath. Water cascaded from my body in rivulets, glistening in the firelight as I towered over her.

“You’re quite sure of yourself,” I murmured, stroking a hand through her impossibly soft, pink-tinted hair. “But let’s not pretend you don’t want more.” I traced a line along her cheek with my thumb before letting my fingers curl into her hair, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. “Let me give you something Artemis will not have today or before you.”

Her smile turned wicked, her lips parting in anticipation as she sank gracefully to her knees. The goddess of love and beauty, kneeling before me, her eyes alive with mischief and hunger. My dick stood proudly before her face, hard and aching, the heat of her breath teasing against me.

“Do you want it?” I asked, my voice low, taunting, as I ran my fingers through her hair.

Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. “Give it to me,” she whispered, her voice husky, brimming with need.

I chuckled, my grip tightening slightly in her hair as I guided her closer. “Take it yourself,” I commanded, watching her eyes flash with delight at the challenge.

Without hesitation, Aphrodite wrapped her delicate fingers around me, stroking with a practiced, deliberate rhythm before her tongue flicked out, tracing a torturous line along my length.

Aphrodite’s first lick sent a jolt of pleasure through me that made my body shudder involuntarily. Her tongue glided over the sensitive head, swirling and teasing as she let out a teasing, deliberate sound.

“Sluuuuurp~”

Her enthusiasm was intoxicating, the way her pink tongue worked every inch of my length. She wasn’t just taking her time—she was savoring it, her lips curling into a playful smile as she licked up the underside, dragging her tongue in a slow, maddening trail.

“Sluuuuurp! Sluuuurp! Sluuuuuurp~~sluuurp!”

Her mouth was a masterpiece of sensation, warm and wet, her saliva slicking my cock as she worshiped it with every movement. She spared no part of me, her tongue tracing over the sensitive ridge, then down to the base, her lips brushing my skin as she covered every inch of me with her attention.

“Haa… Keep going,” I groaned, my voice strained as I slid my fingers through her silky pink hair, guiding her gently.

Aphrodite didn’t need much encouragement. With one last wet, lewd slurp, her lips parted wide, and she took me into her mouth. My cock slid past her lips, disappearing into her warmth inch by inch. Her throat tightened briefly, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she moaned around me—a soft, vibrating sound that sent shivers racing up my spine.

“Ungh… fuck,” I hissed, gripping her hair as her head began to move, the suction of her lips so intense I could feel every drag and pull.

“GLUUURP~~~gluuuuurp~~~sluuuuurp!”

The room was filled with the symphony of her efforts, her muffled moans mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of her sucking. Each time she took me deeper, her tongue worked miracles, tracing my length even as her cheeks hollowed with effort. Her pink eyes fluttered shut briefly, lost in her work, but she opened them again to lock onto mine—taunting, gleaming with a goddess’s delight.

Then she upped the ante. Her free hand drifted down, her soft fingers curling around my balls. She massaged them gently at first, then with more deliberate strokes, rolling and teasing them as her mouth continued to milk my cock.

“Grhnnn!” I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily as she pushed me deeper. She didn’t falter, though her throat tightened slightly as I filled it.

“Hnmfffffhh!!” she moaned, her eyes half-closing again, but her determination never wavered. Her fingers continued their playful torment of my balls, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me.

Then, with a sudden, deliberate movement, she pulled her mouth free from my cock. Her lips were glistening, a trail of spit connecting them to me. Before I could process the loss of her mouth, she lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to trace over my balls. Her touch was both playful and devastatingly precise, her lips closing around one as she began to suck.

“Guhh!” The suction was so intense, so perfectly controlled, that my knees nearly buckled. My hand tightened in her hair, holding her in place as she lavished her attention on me. Her tongue swirled around each orb, licking and sucking as if claiming every part of me as hers.

Her hand hadn’t abandoned my cock, though. She pumped me with wild, fervent strokes, her movements faster, more desperate, as she sensed how close I was. Her strokes matched the rhythm of her mouth, her moans vibrating through me as she worked.

“Aphro… Aphrodite…” I groaned, my voice raw, shaky.

At the sound of her name, she looked up at me, her pink hair sticking to her cum-streaked face, her lips parted in anticipation. She positioned herself perfectly, her mouth open, waiting for the inevitable.

SPUUUUURT! SPUUUUURT!!

I erupted with force, my cum spurting into her open mouth. Her tongue darted out to catch every drop, her eyes lighting up as she swallowed, but I couldn’t control the sheer volume. White ropes splashed across her face, painting her cheeks and tangling in her pink locks. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she moaned softly, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as her fingers continued to milk me dry.

Aphrodite tilted her head, licking the last stray drop from her lips as she gazed up at me, her face a perfect blend of divinity and depravity.