Chapter 2 – The Ark and the Goddess
Ten years had passed.
Sixty years since the earth spat me out.
I was building.
Not a cabin. Not a garden. An ark.
Gigantic. Made of dense wood that I myself had chosen, cut, and treated. As tall as several trees. Long enough that the others of my race stopped at a distance and simply stared, unable to understand. I worked alone. Day after day. Night after night. Calloused hands, body still young, golden hair tied back.
Ever since I discovered where I was, the paranoia never left me.
'Golden Age. Destined to end. The gods will wipe us out. I need a plan.'
So I created several.
One of them was the ark. If the flood came — or anything similar — I would be ready. I would be the Noah of this story. I would overwrite the myth.
Another plan was simpler and more humiliating: worship.
For the first time, a mortal of the Golden Age knelt. I built small altars. I offered fruits, skins, tools to the male gods. And to the goddesses, flasks of perfume I had developed over the years. Dense, sweet essences made from rare flowers, saps, and herbs I forced to grow just for this. Each flask was a careful offering.
The gods never answered.
But I could feel they noticed.
The first mortal to show submission. The first to truly worship.
That day I was high on the ark, hammering a plank, when the air changed.
The scent came first. Not mine. Another. Sweet, hot, impossible to ignore. I climbed down slowly, my heart beating faster than I cared to admit.
She was there.
Naked from head to toe, yet covered by a golden-pink light that made her body look even more perfect. Long hair, loose, the color of dark wine. Eyes shining with curiosity and something darker. Parted lips. There was no doubt who she was.
Aphrodite.
I fell to my knees before I even thought.
"My lady…"
She smiled, tilting her head. She looked me up and down, slowly, almost hungrily.
"So it's you. The mortal who's been sending me perfume for years."
Her voice was honey and fire at the same time.
"Yes, my lady. Godwyn. That is the name of this humble one."
She repeated it softly, savoring it:
"Godwyn…"
I kept my head lowered, voice formal and reverent.
"This humble offering rejoices that the goddess has noticed the weak gifts. Years of work… and now my lady is here. My sacrifices were not in vain."
'Perfect. She came. The plan is working.'
Aphrodite laughed softly. The sound made my skin prickle.
"You speak far too beautifully for a Golden Human. They normally don't… desire anything."
She stepped closer. Her scent wrapped around me completely. Her fingers touched my chin, forcing me to lift my face.
"You are beautiful. Too beautiful. Androgynous and masculine at the same time. The best of both sides… and on top of that, you worship me."
Her eyes darkened with lust.
"I like that."
Before I could answer, she pulled me by the tunic and crushed her lips against mine. The kiss was voracious, hot, wet. Her tongue invaded my mouth as if she already owned me. I returned it with the proper external submission, but inside I calculated every movement.
My body, however, did not react.
Nothing.
No erection. No heat in my lower belly. Only a racing mind.
Aphrodite pulled back a little, looking down at the front of my still-soft tunic. She wrinkled her nose, grumbling:
"What an annoying defect… these Golden Humans."
I lowered my head, voice low and respectful:
"My lady… my race was not made for reproduction. We have the organs, yes. But they are only ornaments. To make us resemble the gods. Nothing more."
She raised an eyebrow, then smiled in a dangerous way.
"Then I will give you a blessing."
A pink mist flowed from her hands and wrapped around me completely. Hot. Thick. Entering through my pores, my mouth, my nose.
"Thank me for this, mortal."
I trembled, voice still formal:
"Thank you, my lady. Thank you, goddess of desire. Thank you for touching me."
'Now. Now I can work.'
The mist sank to my lower belly and, for the first time in this life, I felt it.
Blood rushed down fast. My cock hardened at once, heavy, throbbing, lifting the tunic. The heat was intense, almost painful in its newness. My heart pounded. My breathing grew short.
Aphrodite looked at the erection and licked her lips, satisfied.
"Now we're talking."
She stepped back just enough for the pink light to fade. Her body was fully revealed. Hot skin, golden with desire. Full, heavy breasts, rosy hard nipples. A narrow waist flaring into wide hips. Her pussy… pink, mature, already glistening wet, the lips swollen and parted. The clit standing out, begging for attention.
I was still on my knees, but now with a throbbing cock.
"My lady… allow this servant to serve you."
Aphrodite threw herself on me.
We fell onto the wooden floor of the ark. She tore my tunic as if it were paper. Her hands ran over my chest, my stomach, until she gripped my cock hard.
"You're bigger than you look, Godwyn…"
I turned her carefully but firmly. Inside, my mind worked coldly. Every position, every angle, every rhythm I knew from another life. Kamasutra. Techniques no mortal of this world had ever used. I didn't just want to fuck her. I wanted her to remember. To want to come back. To slowly become addicted.
First I put her on all fours. I gripped her wide hips and thrust in all at once. The moan that left Aphrodite's throat was loud, filthy, delicious.
"Aaaah— fuck!"
I began thrusting deep, rhythmic, but calculated. Every stroke made her ass slap against my pelvis. The wet sound echoed. Her pussy clenched, hot, dripping over my cock and balls. I deliberately varied the depth and angle, seeking the spots that made her body tremble more.
"My goddess… so wet… so perfect…"
She looked over her shoulder, eyes glazed with lust.
"Harder, mortal. Fuck me like I belong only to you."
I obeyed… my way.
I changed position. Laid her on her back, spread her legs wide, and entered again. Deeper still. I held her full breasts, squeezing, sucking the nipples while thrusting without mercy, yet always controlling the rhythm to prolong her pleasure. Aphrodite moaned loudly, nails raking my back, hair spread across the wooden floor.
"Yes… yes… don't stop!"
I rolled my hips the way I knew would make the head of my cock hit exactly where it needed to. She screamed. Her whole body shook. Her pussy clenched hard, squirting around my cock. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her through the orgasm, feeling the hot fluid run down my balls and her thighs, forcing another climax right after.
Then I pulled her onto my lap, riding. I held her waist and made her sink down hard, guiding the movement so she felt every inch. Her breasts slapped against my chest. The smell of sex and perfume mixed. I sucked on her neck while she moaned my name — the name I myself had chosen — like a filthy prayer.
"Godwyn… Godwyn… fill this pussy…"
I felt the peak approaching. I gripped her hips hard and came deep. Hot, thick jets filled her insides. So much that it immediately leaked out, thick white cum running from her pink pussy, dripping onto the ark floor. I kept thrusting slowly, pushing more cum inside until nothing was left, watching her expression with cold attention.
Aphrodite trembled again, cumming around my still-throbbing cock.
We stayed like that for a while. Breathing hard. Sweaty. The heavy scent of sex in the air.
Outwardly, I still idolized her, forehead resting on her shoulder, breathing respectfully.
Inside, I was only evaluating.
When I opened my eyes again, the sun was already higher.
She was gone.
Only her scent remained on my skin, the cum still slowly dripping on the wood, and a body finally awakened to lust.
I sat up, still naked, looking at the unfinished ark.
'Seduction plan initiated.'
And I smiled.