Chapter 28: The Feast of the Gods (Part 3)
Aphrodite's chambers were not simply a room; they were a nexus of pleasure, a sanctuary where the very fabric of reality was saturated with eons of lust.
Ares guided me through silk curtains that felt like water to the touch, revealing a circular chamber bathed in a soft pink light that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves.
The air was thick, almost liquid, an intoxicating mix of the universe's most exotic perfumes: the scent of the Underworld's night orchids, the lotus of celestial gardens, and the musk of a thousand mortal and divine lovers.
In the center of the room, there was a huge circular bed, a nest of velvet cushions and furs of mythical beasts so soft they looked like clouds.
Aphrodite slipped from Ares' arms with the grace of a serpent, her laughter a low, guttural melody vibrating in the charged air. She turned to face us, not as a hostess, but as a high priestess about to begin her most sacred rite.
"Welcome to my altar," she purred, her eyes two pools of liquid desire. "Here, there is no war. There is no darkness. There is only pleasure. And tonight, you both shall be my offerings."
She moved toward the bed, her body a symphony of curves promising forbidden ecstasy. She let herself fall back onto the furs, her arms spread in a brazen invitation, her legs parting slowly. She was a goddess in her purest form: an embodiment of desire, waiting to be worshipped.
Ares moved first. The god of war, stripped of his armor and his fury, became a devotee. He knelt beside the bed and began to worship her with his lips.
He kissed her feet, his tongue tracing every toe. He kissed her ankles, her calves, the sensitive skin behind her knees. His kisses were slow, reverent, those of a worshipper honoring his deity. Aphrodite moaned, a low, satisfied sound, her body arching slightly in response.
'The god of war... reduced to a puppy licking his mistress's feet. Pathetic. And yet... there is an honesty in his submission.'
I did not kneel. I approached the other side of the bed, my colossal wolf form casting a shadow that devoured the pink light. I stood over her, a mountain of night watching the goddess of light.
She turned her head, her eyes meeting mine over Ares' body. There was a challenge in her gaze, a silent question. 'And you, beast? How do you worship?'
I did not use lips. I used my nature.
I lowered my massive head. My muzzle, cold as the night, grazed the burning skin of her belly. She gasped, a shiver running through her body. My tongue, broad and rough like a feline's, slid out.
I licked her. A single, long stroke from her navel to the valley between her breasts. Her skin tasted of nectar and salt, of divinity and sweat.
"Ahh!" she screamed, her back arching violently, her fingers digging into the furs. The crudeness of my touch, so different from Ares' reverence, had taken her by surprise.
Ares looked up, his eyes burning with a mixture of jealousy and shared excitement. He saw the wet mark my tongue had left on her skin and smiled, a wild, conspiratorial grin. The game had begun.
They became a dual assault, a symphony of worship from two opposite ends of the pleasure spectrum.
Ares continued his ascent, his lips and tongue exploring the inner part of her thighs, slowly approaching her center. His hands, the same ones that could crush skulls, now caressed her hips with expert tenderness.
I, meanwhile, explored the landscape of her torso. My tongue traced the contours of her breasts, my cold breath making her nipples harden like diamonds. I was not kissing her. I was marking her, wiping away any trace of other lovers, claiming her skin with the roughness of my bestial essence.
"Gods... yes!" Aphrodite gasped, her head moving from side to side, lost in the whirlwind of sensations. "War and night... devouring me...!"
Finally, Ares reached his destination. His lips found her cunt, and the goddess screamed, a sharp sound of pure pleasure. The god of war worshipped her with his mouth, his tongue an instrument of divine ecstasy.
At the same time, I moved. My cock, red and massive, fully erect, pressed against her face. It was not a command, it was an offering.
She understood. She turned her head, her lips parting from Ares' neck, and looked at me. Then, she opened her mouth and took me.
The sensation was of suffocating heat. Her mouth was expert, divine. She sucked me with a skill that made Farah's devotion look like child's play. But it was not enough.
"Not with your mouth," I resonated in her mind, the order a primordial growl.
She pulled back, confused for a moment. Then, her eyes settled on her own breasts, and a smile of understanding and pure depravity drew across her lips.
She sat up, her cunt dripping onto Ares' face, who grunted in appreciation. She grabbed her own breasts, two perfect orbs of divine flesh, and squeezed them together, creating a deep, welcoming furrow.
"Like this, my dark god?" she whispered.
And then, she guided my massive member into that valley of flesh.
SLAP!
The sound was wet, heavy, the sound of my cock being enveloped by the softest flesh in the universe. The sensation was incredible. The heat, the softness, the pressure.
She began to move, her breasts rising and falling along my shaft in a slow, sensual rhythm. SLAP! SLAP! Every movement was a celestial caress.
"Yes... oh, yes!" she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she fucked herself with my member.
Ares, seeing this, joined the rhythm. His tongue thrusts into her cunt synchronized with the movement of her breasts on me.
The room filled with a symphony of lust. The wet sound of my cock being milked by her breasts. The sound of Ares' lips on her cunt. And Aphrodite's moans, trapped in the center of a sandwich of divine and bestial pleasure.
'The art of war. The art of lust. And I... the art of hunger.'
I increased the rhythm, my hips began to thrust, transforming her titjob into a full-blown titfuck. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! My thrusts made her gasp, her breasts shaking and deforming with every impact.
The nectar and my own pre-cum created an obscene lubricant that covered her cleavage and dripped onto her belly.
We were in the prelude, the warm-up. The initial worship.
But the air was already heavy with the promise of a much deeper defilement. The goddess of love was being driven to the edge by two of the most primordial powers in the universe.
And the real party was just beginning.
The air in the room was a thick syrup of lust. The sound of my cock being milked by Aphrodite's breasts was a wet, heavy rhythm, punctuated by Ares' greedy slurps at her cunt and the broken moans of the goddess trapped in the middle.
But foreplay, divine as it may be, has a limit.
Aphrodite was the first to break. With a scream that was half command and half plea, she pulled away from my member, her flushed face a mask of desperate need.
"Enough games!" she gasped, her eyes two stormy seas of desire. "No more worship! I want to be defiled! I want to be your altar! Take me! Both of you!"
Ares smiled, a wild expression full of teeth. He stood up, his own divine phallus, a work of art of muscle and power, fully erect. He looked at me over the goddess's trembling body, not as a rival, but as a comrade-in-arms about to begin a siege.
'The god of war understands the true purpose of this battle.'
There were no words. Only action.
Ares grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, flipping her over with brutal force that made her scream in surprise. He put her on all fours, her perfect, divine ass raised in the air, a brazen double invitation.
Her cunt, already swollen and deep red from Ares' attention, dripped profusely onto the furs. Beside it, her anus, a small, tight pink pucker, throbbed in anticipation.
Ares positioned himself behind her, his hands closing over her hips like shackles. "War first..." he growled, his voice a low thunder.
And with a single, powerful thrust, he penetrated her.
Aphrodite howled, her body arching violently as the god of war's cock filled her completely. The sound was a dull, wet SLAP!, the sound of a god claiming his goddess.
Ares began to fuck her with a powerful, steady rhythm, a hammering of pure virile force. Every thrust made her buttocks shake and crash against his pelvis, the sound a drum of carnal war.
While the god of war claimed her, I approached. I moved to the other side, my colossal wolf form looming over her, my presence a mountain of night. She turned her head, her eyes filled with tears of ecstasy, and saw me.
She saw my cock. Red, massive, animalistic. Dripping pre-cum in anticipation. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, a mixture of terror and an even deeper greed.
"And now... the darkness," my voice resonated in her mind.
I positioned myself behind her, next to Ares. The tip of my member, wider and blunter than the god's, pressed against her other entrance.
"Yes...!" she moaned, her voice breaking. "Please... fill me completely...!"
And I impaled her.
If Ares' entry was a conquest, mine was an annihilation. Her scream drowned in her throat as my cock forced entry into her tight anus. She felt like she was being torn apart, burst open from the inside. The pain was sharp, blinding, but it was instantly eclipsed by a sensation she had never known: absolute fullness.
She was being taken from both sides. By two alphas. By two gods.
Her mind short-circuited. The sensation was an impossible paradox.
Her cunt was being fucked by the hot, throbbing, perfectly proportioned cock of a god. The sensation was of strength, of passion, a familiar and divine rhythm.
Her ass was being invaded by my member, thicker, hotter, with an animal texture and a knotted shape that stretched her to the limit. The sensation was strange, primordial, that of being taken by a force of nature.
Hot and hotter. Divine and bestial. War and Darkness.
"Gods... oh, gods...!" she sobbed, her face buried in the cushions, her body trapped between our two assaults.
We began to move together. It was not a synchronized rhythm. It was chaos. An arrhythmic assault that shook her body in opposite directions. Ares thrusted with the force of a forge hammer. I thrusted with the weight of a dark tide.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The sounds blended into a cacophony of crashing flesh. Her body was the battlefield, her buttocks the point of impact, reddening and trembling under our double assault.
"Harder!" screamed Ares, his voice a roar of effort and ecstasy. "Take her, wolf! Show her why war and night are lovers!"
And I obeyed. I increased my pace, my thrusts becoming deeper, more brutal. I felt her insides yield, stretch, surrender. Her screams were no longer of pain, but of a surrender so absolute it was a form of ecstasy.
'She is broken. Good. Now she can be rebuilt.'
"You are... splitting... my soul!" she screamed, every word a gasp. "Yes! Split me! Break me to pieces!"
She was lost. The goddess of love, reduced to a trembling, screaming vessel, being fucked in the ass and pussy by a god and a beast. It was the pinnacle of depravity, and it was her personal heaven.
Her body began to convulse, the first spasms of an orgasm of cosmic proportions.
"I'm going to... I'm going to...! AHHHHHHHHH!"
The climax hit her like a lightning bolt, an earthquake that shook her body to its foundations. Her cunt tightened around Ares' cock, her anal muscles contracted spasmodically around mine.
The double grip was too much. With a guttural roar, Ares came inside her, a flood of divine seed. And I, feeling her climax, unleashed mine, an eruption of primordial, boiling semen that filled her completely.
The double flood, the double mark, annihilated her.
Her final scream was a sound that tore the fabric of Olympus, a note of pleasure so pure and absolute it made the stars themselves flicker.
And then, she collapsed, a broken goddess, full and completely conquered, trapped in the center of our victory.
The universe contracted to a single, trembling moment.
The double climax had annihilated us. Aphrodite's body, trapped between us, was a trembling, convulsing wreck. She had collapsed onto the bed, completely limp, a thread of silver drool hanging from her parted lips, her eyes two empty pools of satisfied pleasure. From her cunt and anus dripped an obscene mixture of my primordial seed and Ares' golden sperm, a torrent staining the mythical furs beneath her.
Ares withdrew from her with a guttural grunt, his body glistening with a coat of sweat, his face a mask of savage triumph. I remained inside her, my animal cock still throbbing in the depths of her ass, feeling the last aftershocks of her orgasm squeeze me.
The silence that fell afterward was thick, heavy, filled with the smell of divine and bestial sex. It was the silence of the end of a battle.
But it was not the end. It was the overture.
At the peak of her ecstasy, in the instant her soul shattered, Aphrodite had sent out a call. Not with words, but with pure will. A psychic invitation to her devotees, a command for them to come and partake in the worship of her new idols.
The great mahogany door to her chambers opened, not with a creak, but with a silent whisper.
At first, it was just one. One of her high priestesses, a woman with her body painted gold and eyes burning with fanatic fervor. She stood on the threshold, her gaze sweeping the scene: her goddess, broken and full, and the two alphas, one divine and one bestial, who had conquered her. There was no shock. There was no fear. Only pure, absolute envy.
With a moan that was half prayer and half plea, she dropped to her knees and began to crawl toward the bed.
And behind her, came more.
It was an overflow. A torrent of flesh and desire pouring into the room. Priestesses from her mortal temples, their bodies vibrating with pent-up energy. Nymphs of Olympus, their laughter now not of innocent joy, but of lascivious anticipation. And even other minor gods, drawn by the explosion of sexual energy like sharks to blood.
I saw Hermes appear in a blur of speed, his eyes wide with mischievous curiosity. I saw Dionysus stumble in, his drunken stupor replaced by a smile of pure depravity.
The room, once a private sanctuary, became a public temple.
Ares let out a thunderous laugh, a roar of pure joy. "So the party has followed us!" he shouted. "Excellent! Let's not let the wine get warm!"
He launched himself into the crowd like a wolf into a flock of sheep. He grabbed two nymphs at once, his huge hands wrapping around their slender waists, and threw them onto a pile of cushions, his laughter mixing with their squeals of pleasure and surprise. The war was over. The looting had just begun.
I, meanwhile, withdrew my member from Aphrodite's ass. The goddess moaned in protest at the emptiness. I ignored her. My attention was on the new harvest of prey swirling around me.
The high priestess who had entered first was already at the foot of the bed, licking the mixture of my semen and Ares' from Aphrodite's thighs, a devoted scavenger cleaning the altar.
I stood up, my colossal wolf form dominating the room. And then, I unleashed my true power.
'If they want a feast, I will give them a flood.'
From the shadow beneath my body, they sprouted. Tentacles. Dozens of them. Serpents of liquid night, each with a will of its own, each hungry.
The chaos turned into an orchestrated orgy.
A tentacle, thick and phallic, shot out and caught a nymph of the air, wrapping around her ethereal body and sinking into her with a force that tore a crystal scream from her. Another slid along the floor and found the priestess who had been watching me with greedy eyes, dragging her into the darkness under the bed for a private defilement.
My physical cock, still hard and dripping, found a new target. A minor goddess of flowers, looking at me with a mixture of terror and fascination. I pushed her against a wall with my body, pinning her, and fucked her standing up, her moans mixing with the scent of flowers sprouting spontaneously around her with every thrust.
Glurg! Slurp! SLAP! SPLAT!
The room became a symphony of depravity. Everywhere, bodies writhed in ecstasy. Ares, in his glory, had a priestess on all fours while a nymph gave him a blowjob. Dionysus, laughing like a maniac, used his power to make vines sprout from the cushions and bind two mortal maidens for his pleasure.
And I was the conductor of this madness.
My shadow phallus materialized again, cold and conceptual. I used it to claim the high priestess, taking her by the ass while her mouth was still busy worshipping her fallen goddess. The sensation of Ares' heat in Aphrodite's mouth, the cold of my shadow in the priestess's ass... it was a twisted echo of my previous trio.
The scene was a landscape of hedonistic nightmare. Divine, mortal, and bestial bodies, all intertwined. The air was thick with the smell of sex, power, and divinity.
Aphrodite, slowly recovering, propped herself up on her elbows. She did not watch with jealousy, but with the pride of an artist contemplating her masterpiece. She saw her devotees serving her new gods. She saw the lust she had unleashed. And she smiled.
She crawled across the bed, her body covered in fluids, and joined the fray, her mouth finding that of one of her priestesses in a deep, wet kiss while my tentacles fucked them both.
The party of Olympus was over. The true celebration, the one held in honor of War and Darkness, had just begun. And it promised to last an eternity.
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