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The Evolution of Love (Greek Mythology)
🕑 Added 2020-12-18 16:26:58 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Fucked Silly
Summary: A modern young man, tired of striking out in matters of love because of the internet despite doing everything 'right', uses an Ancient Greek Ritual as a last resort to summon Aphrodite herself. Weakened by the loss of faith in the Olympian Pantheon over the centuries, Aphrodite responds to the prayer... only to be shocked to see a mortal man with the body of a god. In her lustful stupor, she makes an unwise deal.
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What is love? The concept at its core seemed like it should have been very simple, but in the end, beneath the surface, was deeply complex. For John, love was an elusive mistress indeed. And perhaps that’s precisely why he was here, doing this thing. It was, ultimately, his last resort. There were no other options, no further recourse available to him, at least from his point of view.
The world was a big place, but it’d become oh so small over the course of his lifetime. He was a modern young man in a modern, globalized world. Everyone was interconnected through the internet these days, and personal connections made in real time in real life seemed to have fallen to the wayside more and more.
Like many, John had grown up in a dying small town, and as soon as he could, he’d moved to the big city to pursue the American dream. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, right? Except, things weren’t that simple. They were never fucking simple. All John wanted was a woman who fit with him, a girl that would match his jigsaw piece perfectly.
Call him old fashioned, but he just wanted to find love. Was that too much to ask? Perhaps so. No one wanted to meet someone in person anymore without meeting on the internet first and foremost. You couldn’t just go for drinks on your lonesome and hope to pick up a chick at the bar, because the only chicks at bars were either roving around in packs and closely protective of one another or were there to meet with a guy they’d met online first.
John wasn’t entirely unadaptable. He’d gone ahead and tried all of the dating apps. He’d probably tried more than most at this point. Honestly, he was beginning to wonder if he was cursed. But no, it seemed more likely that the world just wasn’t made for someone like him.
He wasn’t unattractive, or at least he didn’t think so. He worked out on the daily, which didn’t quite make him a body builder, but did give him a muscular, toned physique that he felt put him near the top percentile for male fitness, at least in his city. Unfortunately, looks weren’t everything. Women always found a way to step on his self-esteem. Money was the big one, most of the time. He wasn’t rich, wasn’t even particularly wealthy.
Turns out, a small town education didn’t really give him much options in life, and his parents hadn’t had the money for college. Likewise, John hadn’t ever been a sports guy. His fitness binge was a new thing in fact, brought upon by his looking for love, even if his new physique hadn’t actually helped at all in that avenue.
Without a lot of options, John worked at the gym he frequented, doing odd jobs here and there. He was also on half a dozen app services, from Lyft to Doordash, to whatever app would pay the bills for another week longer. He was doing everything he could to get by, while also looking for love at the same time… and he was just striking out, again and again.
He was desperate, and that was what led him to here, in the middle of his studio apartment, having pushed everything out of the way so he could prepare and perform a ritual he’d found, funnily enough, online. The ritual was billed as some sort of Ancient Greek Prayer, a pagan ritual designed to call out to the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite herself.
It was funny that he was turning to the internet for solutions and hope when all it had given him so far was despair and loneliness, but what else could he do? This was, in John’s mind, his last shot.
And so, the young man finishes preparing the circle, double and then triple-checking everything over to make sure nothing is out of place. Only after he’s made sure everything is perfect, does he kneel at his appointed place, clasp his hands together, and bow his head in prayer.
“Oh Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Sexuality. Please, hear this humble petitioner’s prayer. I beseech you, gaze upon me and answer my call. Tell me where I might find True Love, where I might find True Happiness. In exchange, I offer these sacrifices, freely given and humbly placed.”
Around the circle are several things that online sources had said would be good sacrifices for a Goddess of Love like Aphrodite. From apples to roses to even his grandmother’s expensive wedding ring, passed down through generations. He’d held onto it, not wanting to give it up even though a pawnshop might have given him thousands for it. But if it could work now, then maybe it would have been worth keeping it around.
Sucking in a deep breath, John continues on, repeating the prayer like a chant. That was what they’d said to do, that if you didn’t get an answer, you just had to keep speaking. After all, Gods and Goddesses were busy entities. They couldn’t possibly hear every single ant praying to them, right?
“Oh Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Sexuality-!”
Again and again, John repeats himself, kneeling there on the floor of his apartment, hoping with all his heart that something would happen. Something had to happen… he needed this.
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In actuality, the Goddess Aphrodite heard him the first time. She just didn’t believe it, at first. It wasn’t like anyone else was praying to her, so there wasn’t any other noise clogging up the prayer-waves or whatever you wanted to call them. But she tended to get a lot of… how would the mortals put it… ‘prank calls’ these days.
Used to be, someone would call upon her in a mocking or derisive manner, and she would happily curse them. But these days, she didn’t even have the strength for that anymore. So instead, the much weakened Goddess of Love simply… ignored it. Like a spam caller, it was best to just let it pass.
Once upon a time, she’d been so powerful, so mighty. All of Olympus had been. These days, she was one of the only members of her Pantheon who even had enough faith to remain corporeal at this point. Zeus certainly wasn’t around anymore and given the recent hits to the institution of marriage over the last few decades, Hera had finally faded away as well.
Pretty much everyone but her was gone, and Aphrodite had a feeling she was on her way out as well. Love… just wasn’t what it used to be anymore, with the invention of the internet and dating apps. To be fair, she’d gotten something of a boost from the freedom of sexuality movement and what not, and she was also a Goddess of Pleasure, Passion, and Procreation… but even setting aside how the dating apps were used for one night stands more than actual love-creating meaningful relationships, there was also the growing section of the population who didn’t even bother with those.
More and more men and women were turning to soul-less forms of affection and entertainment for their happiness, be it social media or video games or even just pornography in it’s basest form. Self-pleasure was still pleasure, but it was such a small domain within her divinity that it just wasn’t enough anymore.
Ah, but this mortal was trying to prove himself different. And… he was very loud, wasn’t he? Peering a little closer, Aphrodite blinks in surprise at discovering all of the offerings. And the ritual circle… it’s the best she’s seen in centuries. Her breath hitches and for a moment, the Goddess of Love allows herself to hope. But no, no it couldn’t be… could it?
Except, what does she really have to lose, at this point? Why not answer a mortal’s prayer… one last time?
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The massive flash of light cuts John off mid-word, blinding him for a moment as he cries out in shock and surprise. When it fades and his vision returns however, what’s left behind, or rather who, is even more shocking. There, what can only be the Goddess of Love herself, kneels in the center of the ritual circle.
With her skin dusky and bronze and her hair and eyes both a vibrant sort of pink, there’s no doubt that she has a distinctly inhuman quality to her. She’s also entirely naked, and staring at her, John can’t help but admire her. She’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. But then, as the Goddess of Beauty, that’s somewhat of a no brainer, isn’t it?
“You have summoned me, Mortal. You-!”
In the midst of her ethereal speech, the Goddess cuts herself off and just… stares at him for a moment. John stares back, confused.
“I-Is there something wrong?”
“… No, I was just not expecting you to have such a… chiseled form. Most mortals do not spend much time on the physical, these days.”
Wait, his physique was really paying off? John nonchalantly and subtly flexes, and watches as Aphrodite’s unearthly eyes trace across his biceps, her tongue unconsciously slipping out of her mouth to lick at her perfectly pillowy lips. Holy shit, she was actually enamored with his looks. That was… really cool. Though, not quite why he had prayed to her.
“Can you… can you tell me how to find True Love?”
Torn from her fixation by his words, the nude Goddess looks him in the eye for a long moment. And then she lets out a small laugh.
“There was a time when merely gazing upon my visage would have brought you to your knees. A time when looking into my eyes would have left you enthralled. But that time has passed. And perhaps Love’s time has passed as well.”
John blinks at that. Of all the possible outcomes of him praying, actually summoning the Goddess of Love, only to find her as bitter as he about the modern state of affairs… was not what he expected. But maybe he should have. And though he didn’t feel magically enthralled or anything… there was no denying that her beauty had him rock hard.
“Well… I’m already on my knees, aren’t I?”
She stares at him for a moment, before a coy sort of smile spreads across her lips.
“Let us make a deal, mortal. That is the nature of these things, is it not?”
John slowly nods, seeing no problem with that. With a lack of objection on his part, Aphrodite leans forward.
“You will have me for tonight and tonight alone. And if you can please me all night long, I will be yours forever more. However, if you cannot… you will become mine. It’s been a long time since I had a plaything, and I must warn you, I am not very gentle with my toys. But surely if you succeed, the reward is far greater than the downside, hm?”
Her amused, sardonic tone makes it seem like she’s half-sure already that he’ll say no. But honestly? She’s right. He’s got nothing to lose. Death by Snu-Snu, to borrow a reference from one of his favorite shows, is as good a death as any. And if he can win, he’ll never have to worry about finding love again, now will he?
“… You have a deal.”
The smile on her lips freezes for a moment, before growing wider still. Not wasting a moment, the Goddess of Love falls back onto her haunches, splaying her legs apart and using her fingers to spread her pussy lips as she offers herself to him in her entirety.
“Then come, mortal. Come and take me, if you dare.”
Surging forward as he pulls his pants off, John gasps in quiet relief as his hardened cock finally flies free of its confines. So focused on her cunt and everything it entails, he doesn’t even notice the flash of surprise and panic in Aphrodite’s face before he’s got her by the hips and is shoving it in. A loud, long, wanton moan escapes the Goddess of Love’s lips as he sinks his cock into her divine depths. He answers her with an ecstatic groan of his own, shuddering in orgasmic bliss at just how good Aphrodite feels wrapped around his dick.
And yet, he’s not about to cum, not yet anyways. Instead, he begins to fuck her, while Aphrodite reaches up and clings to his shoulders for dear life, looking at him with an expression of bewildered pleasure on her face.
“H-How… how does a man l-like you not have a woman already?!”
John chuckles at that, his tone self-pitying as he shakes his head.
“I’ve had plenty of women. Just none that I could make a connection with. They want a man with a big bank account these days, not a big cock. In fact, most balk at my size. You’re, nngh, the first to take me all the way to the base!”
Aphrodite’s pink gaze flickers down to where they’re joined at that, finding it to be true. He’s sheathed all the way inside of her whenever he thrusts forward, pounding into her divine cunt with all his might. Another moan leaves the Goddesses’ lips, and a clenching of her pussy walls around his cock makes John cock his head to the side in surprise.
“You, uh… did you just cum?”
A blush spreads across Aphrodite’s dusky, bronze skin, going all the way down her neck to her upper chest as she averts her gaze. A slow grin spreads across John’s face in response, and he leans down to capture one of her tits in his mouth. If that was how easy it was to make the Goddess of Love orgasm… well then, this was actually doable. All he had to do was impress her, and so far, as divine as she was, he wasn’t feeling particularly pressed.
And in fact, that was precisely the truth Aphrodite was being forced to come to terms with as this mortal man with the body of a god fucked her hard in the midst of the ritual he’d used to summon her. Her power, weakened by the loss of faith in both herself and the Olympian Pantheon, was too low for her to properly resist the pleasure.
John’s cock was much bigger than the Goddess of Love was expecting, and the way he was fucking her was just… it was out of this world. The deal she’d made… she might actually have to hold up her end of the bargain. She might actually lose to this mortal man and his cock.
A humiliating and degrading end for a Goddess of Love, to be sure. But ultimately, perhaps it was exactly what she deserved. As John moves his mouth from her tit to her lips, Aphrodite can’t help but respond with reciprocation, kissing him right back even as she wraps her limbs around his muscular, masculine body. Her arms go around his neck and her legs go around his waist, and she can barely lock her ankles together.
He truly is Adonis born again, and if he lived in Ancient Greece, his physical prowess would have likely given him all the love and all the women he could ever have wanted. It was only in this modern world that athleticism and muscles weren’t good enough anymore, that a cock as big as his would not be worshipped like it should.
It was criminal, truly it was. It was wrong. And maybe… maybe being his woman wouldn’t be so bad after all. Time seems to almost fall away for the Goddess as the mortal fucks her and fucks her. As if he was blessed by a long forgotten Zeus himself, he just doesn’t let up. It was like he was made to break her, made to take her, made to dominate her and put her in her place.
He does eventually cum, but not before extracting numerous orgasms from her in the meantime. And as if he’s well aware of the challenge they made, even now, he doesn’t let up for even a second. He simply turns her over onto her hands and knees and proceeds to take her from behind, wrapping her long pink hair around his fist to use like reins as he slams into her gushing wet twat again and again from behind.
“Yes! Yes, mortal, yes! Don’t stop! Give it to me! Fuck me harder!”
John does exactly that, sensing the weakness in this so-called Goddess. The healthy fear-induced respect he’d had for the Goddess of Love when he first summoned her is rapidly falling to the wayside as she turns out to be another whore after a dozen or so orgasms on his cock. And yet, he can make her his whore, can’t he?
The Goddess of Love, eternally bound to him. His True Love, HIS happy ending… with a lust-filled growl, the muscular young man leans forward, over Aphrodite, holding her by the hair still, forcing her spine to arch as he drags her back in his grip, plowing into her all the while.
“You’re MINE. MY Goddess. MY love. SAY it! Give yourself to me, or I’ll stop right now!”
The Goddess of Love and Passion, lost in her own passions, can only think one thing… it would be hell, if he were to stop right now. She might just vanish on the spot, dispersing like all of the others of her Pantheon, if she lost his faith in this moment. And so, Aphrodite surrenders.
“I’m YOURS! I give myself to you, mortal! I belong to you now, MASTER!~”
The heartfelt truth of her words, the fact that she means every single syllable of it, makes it so. The last of Aphrodite’s divinity ties itself up in binding her to John, making the Goddess of Love into the mortal human’s property, fully and truly. To symbolize this, a choker forms around Aphrodite’s neck with a heart-shaped lock dangling off of it.
At the same time, a necklace with a key on it forms around John’s. Mythological Artifacts, both of them, the first in many centuries to be crafted, and potentially the last to ever come into existence. With this, with Aphrodite’s words, her fate is sealed. She belongs to John now, and the surety of this fills the young man’s mind and sends him right over the edge again, causing him to absolutely fill Aphrodite with thick, copious amounts of his seed.
As he pumps into her womb, the young man groans happily, holding her by the hair and dragging her head around to pull her into a deep, tongue-filled kiss that she eagerly and gratefully returns. They’re one in the same now, the two of them. Two puzzle pieces, completing one another. John might hold the keys, but Aphrodite is perfectly okay with that. So long as he lives, she will continue to exist. And so long as she exists, he will continue to live, immortal for the rest of their shared days.
All’s well that end’s well for a mortal man and his divine lover.
Comments
Limitless Mind
Nice!
Pedro Jose Bello Belen
I’d like to see a sequel involving other goddesses from either Greek or any other pantheons also be taken as well.
Issei
I'm surprised it's already here. I thought it wouldn't be until the afternoon
