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On the great mountain Olympus, the gods of the Greek Pantheon wanted for nothing. The seat of their power, of Zeus’ power, was an idyllic paradise for all but the mortals who had to attend them. Just imagine one’s full time job being the creation of ambrosia, when each god or goddess drank ten times their weight in the heady stuff each day; it was almost impossible for the brewers to keep up. Feast days made more than one grown man break down in tears.
Likewise, imagine one’s full time job simply being breeding absolutely enormous doves able to carry that ambrosia while flying, or having to pour it into the god’s giant cups from their unnecessarily large amphora. It wasn’t an adventure, a challenge or even an honor for the poor mortals who served the gods. It was dangerous work that left them little time for anything else. They only continued the work because they knew leaving the Pantheon’s whims unchecked would lead to widespread ruin. For every mortal that retired from the Pantheon’s service with a full pension, ten more were crushed under a giant amphora or eaten by the monstrous amphora-carting doves.
And that’s not even including the various other opportunities for fatal misadventures on Mount Olympus. Ares, the God of War, fancied himself popular with the workers and constantly invited them to join him in testing his latest and greatest invention. Declining was a good way to get thrown into one of his blade rifts, so everyone always accepted. But Ares wasn’t testing a new weapon; he was testing a new war game, one that he called Kíndynos , a strategy board game of diplomacy, conflict and conquest for two to six players. He was very bad at it, and whenever anyone won a battle against him, he made sure he won the war.
When Albert Lamorisse adapted the game millenia later into The Conquest of the World , he kept the very literal sudden death rules in. The Parker Brothers quietly removed it when they released the updated version, now known as Risk .
Artemis, goddess of the hunt, was peerless with the bow and loved to bring mortals along on her wilderness retreats. Yet she often forgot how excited she could get in the heat of the moment and thrill of the hunt -- and when that happened, she always forgot to make sure that a rustling bush wasn’t one of her companions. She was always mortified after the fact and profusely apologetic to their corpses.
Poseidon and Zeus were a little more understanding of the mortals who didn’t want to go on their lightning-bolt fishing trips. Dionysus, on the other hand, took it as a personal slight whenever a mortal wouldn’t come to his parties or take him head on in a drinking contest, never quite understanding that it was absolutely impossible for a mortal to down a god-sized amphora of ambrosia.
And Aphrodite…
Well, Aphrodite was the one that had to have an intervention. Even though time with Aphrodite could be just as fatal as with any of the other members of the Pantheon, everyone eagerly attended Aphrodite’s parties. The sex was just too good to pass up. Lasting from dusk ‘till dawn, and usually on to the next dusk anyway, the goddess’ parties were less parties and more an excuse for her to fuck every able-bodied man and woman on Mount Olympus.
Not that she discriminated against the handful of souls on the mountain with disabilities. Aphrodite’s parties were wild orgies, but she was just as happy to give those in need of special care and attention some privacy, to make the occasion truly special. Now, you might be wondering why Aphrodite’s orgies specifically required an intervention over something like Ares’ precursor to the Risk board game or Artemis’ hunting accidents.
There were a number of reasons, first and foremost being their sheer fucking frequency . Until the other gods put their foot down, she held three a week. And since almost everyone who could attend did, nothing happened on Aphrodite’s orgy days, a serious impediment to any actual divine business. Secondly, the sheer scale of the orgies led to a great deal of employee turnover for the gods. No mortal man or woman could keep up with Aphrodite’s sheer sexual stamina -- not that anyone really minded dying with their cock in her divine pussy. Or her manifested divine cock in their pussy, or ass, or -- wherever she wanted to fuck them.
Which of course led to the third reason behind the intervention. Aphrodite wasn’t picky about who she had sex with, and was more than happy to give them whatever they desired. Few men turned down the opportunity to creampie a goddess, and just as many women turned down the opportunity to get creampied by a goddess. And as the goddess of procreation, Aphrodite was both exceptionally fertile and virile. She had a lot of bastards.
She had a lot of bastards . Every god on Mount Olympus had a lot of bastards . Zeus, in particular, was notorious for turning into an animal and -- well, let’s not go there. The point is, even Zeus’ number of bastards paled in comparison to the sheer quantity of Aphrodite's bastard offspring. It resulted in two far vaster problems. Simply put, there were FAR too many demigods running around ancient Greece. For every Aeneas, there were two or three dozen sexual Hercules. Forget everything Disney taught you about Hercules: that’s a very bad thing.
More importantly, the ever-progressive Pantheon really couldn’t afford the amount of maternity leave and extended health benefits. There just wasn’t enough tribute in the world, let alone Greece, to keep up with Aphrodite’s libido. Unchecked, the child care alone would bankrupt them in ten centuries -- hundreds of human lifetimes, but no time at all to the immortals of Mount Olympus.
But even going into their intervention, the Greek gods and goddesses knew they couldn’t stop the goddess of pleasure from seeking pleasure. Thankfully, Athena had a solution for that. The dark-skinned goddess of wisdom made a bet with her fellow goddess. She would introduce Aphrodite to a lover who could satisfy her needs for the rest of eternity. If Aphrodite could spend an hour with this lover and then look Athena in the eye and truthfully say it wasn’t the best sex she ever had, the orgies could continue.
Though the other gods and goddesses were apprehensive, they deferred to Athena’s wisdom.
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“Ohh,” Aphrodite all but purred, interest and excitement gleaming in her eyes as she watched Athena approach her with a pale pink collar and leash. “Is that for me? How kinky, Athena. I didn’t take you for the type.” The pink-haired goddess was the picture of feminine perfection, her height straddling the line between above average and truly tall, her frame slim without sacrificing any form of female softness. Her heavy breasts were perky in a way that would have stumped any modern day plastic surgeon, sitting high and proud on her chest, yet swaying enticingly with the slightest movement. The nipples that peaked her heavenly mounds were hard as diamonds, prominent and begging for some form of lewd attention.
Other than a few choice pieces of jewelry, the goddess of pleasure was as naked as the day she crawled out of Uranus’ sea foam, ready to indulge herself at a moment’s notice. Her lean belly led down to the wide flare of her hips, the perfect partners to her divine ass, a bubble of flesh that just begged to be slapped and played with. It marked as readily as it jiggled, leaving satisfying red handprints across it.
In the front, the goddess’ cunt was guarded by a tasteful trim of hair, her proverbial carpet matching the drapes perfectly. There, her fair skin grew darker, her pussy’s outer lips almost always swollen dark red with restrained need. Tiny rivulets, wet proof of her arousal, were constantly trickling out of her sex and down her thighs.
“On occasion,” Athena replied with a slight smile. She leaned towards stoicism even at her most exuberant. The only time Aphrodite had seen the stony mask truly cracked was when Athena cummed -- a fairly easy feat, all things considered. Every time the two slept together, Athena would all but beg for Aphrodite to summon her divine cock and fill her ass with it. “Very special occasions.” The darker goddess of wisdom had already eschewed her toga and her armor, just as perfect as Aphrodite was, albeit in a different way. Without her helmet, her hair was even longer than Aphrodite’s.
The only thing she wore was the twin to Aphrodite’s collar, matching the color of her lips and hair.
Where Aphrodite’s very being revolved around pleasure and procreation, Athena was the goddess of wisdom and warfare. Her dark skin was flawless, lacking so much as a scar -- a testament to her skill at strategizing and her natural cunning. A few inches taller than Aphrodite, her body was toned all over with soft ripples of muscle, only lending to her graceful appearance and poise. Though her breasts, hips and ass were the stuff of legends, they didn’t quite match Aphrodite’s raw sensuality. Nothing could. She was just as horny as the other goddess, her shaved smooth cunt begging for Aphrodite’s touch.
Who was Aphrodite to deny it? She certainly wouldn’t be the goddess of pleasure if she did. Yet even though Athena would have liked nothing more than to let Aphrodite pleasure her right then and there, it was neither the time nor place. The goddess of wisdom caught Aphrodite’s wrist and clicked her tongue in gentle disapproval. “Patience,” Athena urged. Pouting, Aphrodite drew her hand back. Without needing to be told, she reached back and gathered her hair up, lifting her chin to expose her neck to Athena.
The collar clicked into place a moment later, and Aphrodite let her hair fall. “How does it look?” she asked Athena teasingly, running her hands down her body and striking a casual pose.
“Perfect,” Athena replied without missing a beat, already lifting the leash to present its small loop of a handle to Aphrodite’s pillowy lips. Once again, the goddess of pleasure didn’t need to be told what to do. She took it between her teeth, smiling with eager anticipation around it. “On your knees, and follow my lead,” Athena advised just before taking the handle of her own leash between her teeth.
Together, the pair of Greek goddesses sank to their knees, and as if on cue a portal shimmered into existence alongside them. Aphrodite expected someone to emerge from it, an adonis or beauty who would come take the goddesses’ leashes and lead their pets back to wherever their debauchery would begin -- but no one did. Her perfectly sculpted pink eyebrows pinched gently. Through the murky portal, she could see what appeared to be a dungeon, and one she recognized from her constant ‘correspondence’ with her cousin Zargerus.
Tartarus? The Underworld ? Aphrodite glanced askance at Athena, but the dark-skinned goddess was already crawling towards the portal, giving Athena a glorious view of her swaying ass and wet pussy as she went. Concerned but far more intrigued (and far more horny), Aphrodite put one hand down after the other and followed after her fellow goddess, her breasts swaying enticingly all the way. Her body tingled as she passed through the portal, the warmth of Mount Olympus suddenly giving way to the heavy atmosphere of the abyssal prison surrounding the House of Hades.
Questionable as the locale was, Aphrodite couldn’t help but be turned on by their taboo jaunt. When it came to sex, she was far from picky, and more than happy to try anything once -- and so long as someone got off on it, she’d be happy to try it again and again and again. It wouldn’t be the first time she fucked in a dungeon, of course, but Mount Olympus’ affluence and divine grandeur extended even to its cells. This was far different, dark and unwelcoming. They had crawled across a splendid rug in Aphrodite’s chambers while entering the portal. The feeling of Tartarus’ cold, unyielding stone under her hands and knees was a stark contrast.
The goddess of pleasure crawled after the goddess of wisdom’s black booty, glancing around the chamber. It only took her a moment to find their apparent master. A large, bulky figure whose raw physique and size somehow rivaled that of Zeus, Poseidon and Hades himself. He slept on his side, a sleeping mask covering his eyes and makeshift earplugs guarding his sleep against the distant sound of screams. She paused mid-crawl, her pink eyebrows lifting slightly with surprise. Aphrodite recognized Sisyphus immediately, of course.
He was kind of on her shit list. On every god’s shit list, really, after the stunts he pulled trying to cheat death. Somehow, he seemed larger in death than he did in life. A glance at his crotch and the prominent bulge of his morning wood (or at least, whatever passed as ‘morning’ in the Underworld) confirmed her suspicions. Aphrodite had to admit to herself that she was impressed. She was more than familiar with the late king’s cock in life; there wasn’t a single adult with royal blood in Greece that she hadn’t fucked or been dicked down by. But size alone wasn’t enough to satisfy Aphrodite. If it was, she would never crawl out of her husband Hephaestus’ bed. For a moment, she doubted Athena.
Athena kept crawling towards Sisyphus… and then around him, not giving the imprisoned soul a second look. The slumbering oaf simply kept on slumbering, unaware that two naked goddesses were so close to his morning stiffy. After a moment, Aphrodite began to crawl forward again, her interest in seeing where this went immediately renewed. Athena wouldn’t be much of a goddess of wisdom if she didn’t know who the best lay in all of Greece was, and she had never steered Aphrodite astray before.
The dark-skinned goddess didn’t go much farther. She stopped at the immense boulder that rested several feet from where Sisyphus slumbered and shifted to her knees, her knees splaying beneath herself as she glanced over her shoulder at Aphrodite. “Hurry up,” she murmured around the handle of her leash, irritation and impatience already cracking through her stoicism, running her tongue eagerly over her blue-painted lips. Her impatience was palpable, and it did the one thing Aphrodite was certain only an orgasm could do to Athena: it cracked her stony veneer.
Aphrodite gave the boulder a skeptical look, certain Athena wasn’t faking the emotion, absolutely sure that she couldn’t fake it if her godhood depended on it. She continued forward, vaguely remembering someone on Mount Olympus mentioning that Sisyphus was eternally damned to roll a boulder up an impossible slope as penance. The goddess of pleasure did not recall anyone mentioning that the boulder had a face. Two small craters formed its eyes, while a slightly curved horizontal crack beneath it formed its mouth.
She crawled up to Athena’s side and knelt, taking a closer look at the boulder. Its literal stony face seemed… happy. Affable. But it was clearly just a boulder, a round hunk of extremely hard and extremely solid stone. Even with her divine sight, Aphrodite saw nothing to suggest this was the lover that Athena brought her to see. The goddess of pleasure glanced sidelong at the goddess of wisdom, who now only had eyes for the boulder, eager and adoring.
Aphrodite knew that look in Athena’s eyes. It was the same way her repeat lovers gazed at her. Still skeptical but having come too far to turn back around, Aphrodite faced the boulder again, her slender digits mirroring Athena’s, coming to rest on her thighs. The chamber was silent -- except for the occasional scream in the distance, or the sound of fighting as Prince Zargerus fought his way through Tartarus. She could understand why Sisyphus wore earplugs.
They waited, and then they waited some more. Aphrodite glanced at Athena, her brow again creasing. Athena seemed perfectly content to wait for whatever it was she was expecting to happen, but in the time they waited Aphrodite easily could have fucked a dozen people. And since they clearly weren’t here for a riveting round of edging, the goddess of pleasure found herself growing bored. She dropped the leash’s handle from her teeth. “Is this your idea of a joke?” she began to ask Athena, glancing towards the other goddess again, her trust eroded even though she knew Athena was practically incapable of humour.
There was far more on Aphrodite’s mind, but any further words eluded her. Athena’s patient waiting was quickly replaced by plain delight as the boulder seemed to shift and grind in place, a stalactite growing out of it towards her. As it grew, it hooked into her leash’s handle and then retreated far more quickly than it grew, sealing seamlessly around the blue leash. Then it began to reel Athena’s leash in, like a dog’s master winding their leash around their hand to bring their pet in closer and closer, until her knees were against it. The dark-skinned goddess shifted her position, pressing her toned body and breasts up against the stone, her arms wrapping low around it.
“Thank you, Bouldy,” the goddess of wisdom whispered. “You’re so good to me. Please, forgive my fellow goddess.” Aphrodite couldn’t help herself. She gasped as she watched Athena begin to kiss and lick its craggy side in straight up wanton worship, debasing herself for a big rock that seemed to be far more than it let on. As she watched Athena, though, she began to understand why. The wet trail her mouth left on the rock began to shift and grind in place as well, until the boulder had grown a stone cock that looked far more lifelike than anything Aphrodite had seen on a statue. Athena shifted her position against the boulder, sliding one hand up to grasp the cock’s shaft while her mouth went low, towards the cock’s stones, its balls.
Whenever Athena asked for Aphrodite’s cock, the goddess of pleasure made her suck it off before she could get the anal ravishing she so desperately desired. Aphrodite had urged her to tongue-bath her balls the first few times, but Athena was never willing to do that. It wasn’t a big deal to Aphrodite, so she gave up on it and stopped manifesting a nutsack altogether. Yet Athena was more than happy to begin extending her worship to what passed for the boulder’s balls, like she practiced it regularly, like it was just old hat to her.
Something stirred low in Aphrodite’s belly, a feeling she wasn’t familiar with, something she hadn’t felt in centuries. She was jealous, and not just because the boulder was getting its pebbles licked and sucked by the dark-skinned goddess. It was rare for Aphrodite to go more than a moment in this kind of situation without some form of attention herself. Her mouth watered with envy over the stone cock the boulder produced for Athena. After a moment of staring at the scene with slightly parted lips, she decided there was no reason for Athena to hog the stone hog. After all, she was only jerking off the shaft while her mouth was busy elsewhere.
Aphrodite shifted closer to Athena, wrapping one arm around the other goddess’ body and squeezing in close against her, her pale tit pressing up against Athena’s dark one. The goddess of wisdom opened an eye and cut a glance at Aphrodite out of the corner of her eye, then closed it and returned to focusing on her work, giving her silent assent to sharing the boulder’s cock -- or whatever this boulder truly was, because it surely wasn’t just stone. Athena even went so far as to shift the shaft, adjusting the angle of the lifelike stone cock for her fellow goddess’ sake without missing a single stroke. Aphrodite smiled lustily, leaning up and catching its head between her perfect cocksucking lips, gazing up at the boulder’s craggy face like she would any lover. Her other hand braced herself on his side.
Without an ounce of hesitation, Aphrodite sealed her lips around the shaft and began her work. She expected the cock’s crown to be cold stone, but it wasn’t -- it was pleasantly warm, and as she swiped and swirled her tongue around it, she found that the small slit gracing its head held another surprise for her. Something leaked out of it, just a tad thicker than precum tended to be. She half-expected it to be gravelly or have a distinctly earthy taste, but it was neither. Aphrodite gasped softly around the dick, then moaned her dear appreciation of the taste.
It was like a mixture of ambrosia and nectar, the two staples of the Greek Pantheon’s diets, the divine drink and foods that gave them their power and immortality, but combined and far more potent than the hand-made stuff the brewers on Mount Olympus made for them. All of a sudden, it was starkly clear why Athena thought this boulder was the best lover in all of Greece. Its stone dick may as well have been a candy-coated cock. It explained Athena’s seemingly genuine love and eager worship of its ‘balls’, too. She was addicted to this stuff.
And Aphrodite was sure by the end of her hour, she would be addicted to it too. Her dark eyelashes fell over her pink-hued eyes and she put her full focus into matching Athena’s worship with her own. Though Aphrodite hadn’t invented sex, she was the world’s first master of it; though the Kama Sutra would later be attributed to the indian philosopher Vātsyāyana, he was simply plagarizing her collected works. Her long tongue could do things that made knotting a cherry stem look like a Christian school girl’s party trick, and she wasted little time in treating Bouldy to her very best moves.
Slowly, Aphrodite slid her lips up until their seal was just under the crown of Bouldy’s cock, where most men were wildly sensitive. Her pink muscle of dick-sucking love moved quickly, snaking little licks against that little slit in his stone cock, each separated by her dragging the flat, wet part of her tongue in a full rotation around his crown. With the potent liquid she was coaxing out of him with Athena’s help, she didn’t need to exaggerate her slutty moans. Those moans were one of her go-to moves, their vibrations easily carrying through any human cock and amping up any blowjob, bringing them on to a quick orgasm.
Yet those cocks were flesh and blood, and Bouldy was something else entirely. It didn’t affect him the same way it affected any human or god that had their dick sucked by Aphrodite, but it affected him nonetheless. Aphrodite hadn’t sucked a boulder’s cock before -- and to be frank, now that she was here, she was a bit upset she clearly wasn’t the first to suck a boulder’s cock, jealous and bitter that Athena would keep Bouldy a secret for this long. A rumbling noise came from deep within Bouldy, like a bite-sized avalanche. Though it was her first time with a boulder, the goddess of pleasure could recognize pleasure anywhere.
In control of the situation, Aphrodite popped her lips off of Bouldy’s glorious cock, her lips spreading in a downright whorish grin as she opened her eyes and gazed back up at his craggy face, knowing that she was looking at him the same way Athena had been, all adoration. “Do you like having your cock worshipped by Mount Olympus’ best dick suckers, Bouldy?” she purred, running her hand along his rough-hewn side, admiring his sheer size and hardness. With a little shift of her other arm, she slid her hand up to sink her fingers into Athena’s dark tit, thumbing tenderly at her incredibly sensitive nipple. “Do you feel powerful, having two goddesses act like your personal whores, you big stony hunk?”
Bouldy rumbled again. Aphrodite’s grin flashed just a hair wider, though Athena quickly wiped it off her face. Still controlling the base of the boulder’s shaft, she broke her lips off his cock’s pebbles and shot a look of stark disappointment up at Aphrodite. It wasn’t that disappointment that did it, though -- Aphrodite was so focused on dirty-talking Bouldy that she didn’t even notice it.
No, Athena flicked her wrist and slapped Aphrodite across the face with the head of the cock she so lovingly made wet, making the other goddess gasp in surprise. She was quick to whip her pink-haired head back to face Athena, and Athena was just as quick to cockslap her again.
“Show some respect,” Athena ordered her elder goddess, her icy seriousness lit hot by her clear lust, making it abundantly clear that even though Bouldy was just a boulder -- he was the one in control of the situation. She slapped the head of Bouldy’s majestic cock against Aphrodite’s divine cheek one more time before the boulder intervened. Suddenly, another stalagmite hooked the waiting handle of Aphrodite’s leash and reeled it in, the stone closing seamlessly around it just like it had Athena’s.
Small fissures cracked across Bouldy, the leashes quickly pulled along them, putting the goddesses off-balance and bringing an abrupt end to their cock worship as they fell to their knees before their master. Pulled tight, the leashes gave them no slack, restricting their movements. With a grinding noise, the boulder’s cock slid down, its head pointing right at them.
Was it the cockslaps that pushed Bouldy over the edge, or perhaps a combination of Athena’s outburst and Aphrodite’s dirty talk? Only the boulder himself could ever know for certain, and he wasn’t about to tell them anything other than I’m cumming , and that was with another rocky rumble. Though they had just been squabbling, the goddesses were quick to cooperate for their stony master, tilting their heads back and pressing their cheeks together. Their eyes closed and their lips parted in unison, presenting their tongues to him.
When Bouldy came, it was once again like an avalanche -- both in sound and in sheer scale. Rope after rope of his potent seed shot out, each splattering against the waiting goddesses’ faces. A few of those ropes were even so kind to hit their tongues, quickly gulped down by the cock-sucking sluts of Mount Olympus. But Bouldy didn’t content himself with painting their faces and giving them a tasty snack. His aim shifted, spreading his seemingly endless load across their breasts and bellies as they moaned in pleasure from his taste, some even hitting their thighs.
When he was done, when the boulder finally ran dry, both goddesses looked like the aftermath of one of Aphrodite’s orgies. “Thank you,” Athena groaned out, spreading her knees on the ground and shoving her hands between her parted thighs, beginning to play with her clit while fingering herself. Though her eyes were barely open, the sheer potency of Bouldy’s ambrosia-like cum had her pupils dilated. Aphrodite was in a similar state, one hand playing at her cum-splattered breast while the other hand’s slender fingers scooped Bouldy’s cum off her skin and ladled it to her mouth.
He only gave them a moment to enjoy his gift before suddenly tugging at their leashes again. Athena squealed out as she was suddenly tipped over and rolled on to her back. Bouldy had proven himself to have total manipulation over his own body, but he quickly proved that his powers went far further than that. The cold stone of Tartarus shifted and grinded beneath Aphrodite, and before she had a chance to react she found stone cuffs forming around her wrists and ankles, dragging along the floor to position her just the way he wanted her -- her arms stretched out along the floor above her head, while her knees bent and her feet drew back, firmly planted on the floor near her ass. “W-what?” she moaned out in whorish confusion, wanting nothing more than to keep eating Bouldy’s cum.
But Aphrodite understood Bouldy’s magnificent vision a moment later when Athena grunted, her leash pulled along a fissure in the floor, dragging her along. She came to a stop on her hands and knees over Aphrodite, her head pulled down between her fellow goddess’ thighs by the leash. Aphrodite lost her view of the room’s ceiling, but gained a far more enticing one than Tartarus’ doom and gloom: Athena’s pussy slowly sitting down on her face. They both began to moan as their warm breath licked at each other’s wetness, neither of them waiting to begin giving the other their tongue, each quickly losing themselves to the other goddess’ folds.
They were dimly aware of another grinding noise, of Bouldy doing something , but neither let it distract them from their work, intimately familiar with each other’s bodies from the countless times they had fucked over the centuries. Aphrodite could make Athena cum in less than a minute, but there wasn’t any fun in that -- at least not now, when she couldn’t properly appreciate the other goddess’ reaction. Small stone columns rose from the floor at either end of the sixty-nining goddesses, one higher than the other. The former was positioned near Aphrodite’s head and Athena’s ass.
Neither of them saw the cock that formed on its side, though Athena certainly felt it as its head came to press right against her waiting ass, a strong enough distraction to throw her pussy eating game off. “Oh,” she gasped and then groaned out, her eyes widening and losing their focus as it began to press into her preferred hole. “Fuuuck.” Bouldy had fucked her ass countless times, but it never got old to her, each time just as good if not better than the first. She ducked her head down and shuddered, her hips giving an involuntary roll that grinded her pussy against Aphrodite’s face. “T-thank you, Bould--bould--oh, Bouldy! Fuck my ass, Bouldy!” she squealed out, her wanton expression a far cry from the goddess her worshippers knew.
The boulder rumbled in reply and set to work pounding his pet’s ass, though he didn’t ignore Aphrodite. Just as the pink-haired goddess of pleasure was growing jealous of Athena again, she felt something press up against her sodden pussy’s lips -- another of Bouldy’s dicks, this one growing from the smaller of the two stone columns. With her face full of Athena’s pussy, she couldn’t beg for it like the other goddess did, but she was sure her needy, whining moan communicated everything the boulder needed to know -- and if Athena’s twitching hips were any indication, the other goddess enjoyed it too. The thick, strangely lifelike stone cock began to claim her eager hole, spreading her wider than Hephaestus could. Hell, it spread her wider than Sisyphus could have hoped to. The poor fucker slumbered away peacefully less than six feet away, wholly unaware of the debauchery his best friend and eternal companion Bouldy was engaging in.
His earplugs must have been very, very good.
Pet or not, Aphrodite wasn’t one to just get fucked. As she adjusted to the penetration and her moaning lowered, she got back to work on tongue-fucking Athena’s cunt while the other goddess similarly resumd on her clit, tongue alternating with brief and soft sucking that made Aphrodite’s lean belly tense and release in rhythm. The pink-haired goddess of pleasure made sure Bouldy got to enjoy every bit of that rhythm, too. Aphrodite had made a point of training herself to have total mastery over her body, and that was exemplified by the control she had over her kegels. If she ever really wanted to, she could impale herself on a cock and get both her and her mate to cum without ever moving her hips.
Whenever her stomach tensed up from the pleasurable flares Athena’s tongue sent through her body, Aphrodite tensed her pussy up around Bouldy’s impressive cock, aligning her timing with the apex of each thrust. She was wet enough that he slid in and out of her divine cunt with ease, but when she tensed, she was tighter than any virgin -- tight enough that if Bouldy was a man, he surely would have lost his mind (and load) over it. As he ravished her cunt, she rolled her hips minutely, making sure his cock constantly brushed against her g-spot, each time sending a quick shiver through her body.
It wasn’t long before the pair heard the stone floor beneath them rumbling and grinding again, their position changing slightly with it. The stone cuffs locked around Aphrodite’s ankles raised one inch after another and spread even further apart, opening the goddess’ legs wider. The column bearing the cock in her cunt rose at the same time, not missing a single thrust even as Aphrodite’s ass left the floor. With her hond lewd instincts, Aphrodite could tell exactly what Bouldy was going to do next.
She had to admit she was falling in love with the sexual adonis, whether or not he was a giant hunk of stone with a few craggy features making his crude face. “Mmmmph,” Aphrodite moaned against Athena’s pussy, begging him to do it, begging him to do it and do his damn worst, to truly make her his, to ensure she would forever be a slut for boulder cock (nevermind the fact she would probably never find another boulder capable of this ).
Even though she couldn’t speak coherently, Bouldy once again got the sentiment of her moans and acted on them. A second cock formed on Aphrodite’s column, its head slowly working into the most experienced ass in all of Greece. The goddess groaned rawly against Athena, the lifelike stone dick a perfect twin to the one busily plundering her far wetter hole. She could control her ass just as well as she could control her pussy and did so without conscious thought, her tight ring of muscle relaxing and unrelaxing in time with her pussy’s movements. The goddess of pleasure made the boulder work for every successive inch of her divine ass, and he met her challenge with unfaltering patience and sexual prowess.
With the sheer size of the two cocks inside her, Aphrodite could clearly feel both in either hole, the thin walls separating her ass and pussy pressing and squeezing against each other. Little shudders of pleasure ran through her body, slowly but surely working her towards an orgasm, but she was determined to withstand pleasure’s siren call until the boulder came inside her, even with two cocks in her and Athena’s wise tongue working on her clit.
Between the tongue fucking her pussy and the cock in her ass, Athena couldn’t hope to hold out as long Aphrodite planned to, but she also didn’t try. Her hips shuddered and her thighs began to quiver down against Aphrodite, her pussy twitching whenever Aphrodite’s tongue touched it in a telltale sign. The dark-skinned goddess’ mouth left her lover, keening out long and lewd before she muffled herself, half-kissing and half-biting Aphrodite’s lean thigh on a whim, determined to mark the other goddess’ flawless skin in the heat of the moment.
Bouldy and Aphrodite’s combined efforts soon bore fruit. Athena’s hips went wild as she cried out against the other goddess’ thigh, grinding down on Aphrodite’s face until they began to jerk spastically. Her pussy rose from Aphrodite’s face and gave the other goddess a much-needed opportunity to breathe, but soon slapped back down, only to rise again a second later when Athena’s pent-up dam of pleasure literally exploded all over Aphrodite’s face.
Aphrodite could only gasp, giggle and squeal her lewd delight as Athena’s squirting added to the messy facial Bouldy gave the pair of wanton goddesses. As soon as it ended, Athena’s hips sank back down and her pussy parked itself on Aphrodite’s perfect lips once more. The goddess of wisdom moaned breathlessly as she pulled her mouth away from Aphrodite’s fresh hickey and started to move her mouth back to the pink-haired goddess’ neglected clit, her gaze heavily-lidded.
But not so heavily-lidded that she missed seeing another cock emerge from the column being used to fuck Aphrodite. “Oh,” she whispered, almost dizzy from her orgasm and the ongoing anal plundering. “Thank you so much, Bouldy,” she murmured, opening her mouth wide to accept the gift of another cock, pushing right into her throat and beginning to fuck her face.
Deprived of the wet tongue on her nethers and utterly unaware of what was going on down there, Aphrodite bucked her hip up needily, trying to get Athena back to work on her clit, her pussy, her thigh -- anything, she just needed more of this wonderful pleasure. But already Athena was starting to cum again, each one of Bouldy’s thrusts sending drops of his potent precum straight down her throat, the heady liquid making the cock ravaging the ass-slut’s butt all the better.
Luckily for Aphrodite, Bouldy was a magnanimous boulder. He sensed her unmet need and acted on it quickly, just as Athena’s hips went wild again and the goddess of wisdom squealed around the cock obstructing her airway. Neither of them heard the stone grinding and rumbling, too distracted by cumming and getting squirted on.
When Aphrodite felt what Bouldy was doing, she stiffened with surprise, her eyes flaring wide open even though all she could see was Athena’s dark skin and pink pussy. Another cock was pushing at her pussy’s entrance, squeezing against the other to try and fit into the already filled hole. Three cocks split between two holes wasn’t new for Aphrodite, and she wouldn’t even bat an eyelash at it if they weren’t each so fucking big . But it wasn’t three cocks.
It was four, with another squeezing into her ass, each a perfect copy of the first. “Shit,” she gasped out, overwhelmed by the sheer sensation of it all. Her eyes quickly squeezed shut and she clenched her jaw, straining and getting red in the face as she tried desperately to relax enough to let it all happen. The last thing she was about to do was ask Bouldy to stop -- and even if she wanted to, she would have found it impossible to find the words.
“Sssshit. Ohhh, fuck,” she wheezed out, her eyes flying wide open again as the crown of each cock managed to get inside her, only to begin rolling back. Her lips parted wide and wanton, her cry of pleasure building into a full-throated scream as Bouldy squeezed deeper and deeper inside her holes, taking her far past what should have been reasonable.
Athena came a third time, but Aphrodite couldn’t even feel the wet splash of the holy squirt on her face, her poor holes brought past their limits. She barely twitched as Athena’s wet pussy slapped back down on her face and began to grind again, her toes curling and her whole body tensing up, releasing powerfully just a second later as she came far ahead of schedule. Aphrodite prided herself on her control, but she lost it completely in that moment, her asshole squeezing tight around the two cocks, tight enough that her divine sphincter would have cut off their blood flow if Bouldy were human. Her pussy shivered and spasmed wildly around the other two dicks, desperate to make them cum.
But Bouldy was unyielding and stoic in spite of Aphrodite’s best efforts, like stone. Considering he was stone, that was only sensible. Both goddesses were reduced to wet, messy whores -- and less than twenty minutes had passed since they arrived in the chamber, not that either one of them would be counting the time. Not that either one of them were likely to remember this was only supposed to last an hour. Hell, they didn’t even notice that Tartarus had become eerily silent, or that the doors in and out of Bouldy and Sisyphus’ chamber were now shrouded in darkness, cut off from the rest of the Underworld.
Neither of the divine women that were about to enter wanted to be interrupted by Zargerus. If he wanted to visit Sisyphus, he would have to wait until his next run through Tartarus.
“Would you look at that?” Nyx hummed softly to herself as she passed through that darkness, her bare pale feet pacing gracefully over the dungeon’s floor. “We have company, pet,” the naked Mother Night murmured. Though Aphrodite was the goddess of pleasure and procreation, Nyx was the first mother in all creation. Her body exemplified that, with motherly hips and heavy breasts full of milk, all aged like fine wine whereas the goddesses of pleasure and wisdom were both almost ageless in their perfection. Of course, her thick ass matched her other proportions.
Nyx’s pet grinned, though she held her tongue and crawled along obediently behind her mistress, drinking in the swaying sight of Nyx’s fat bottom. Though she was confident Bouldy would keep the pair too distracted to notice them, Persephone didn’t dare let her fellow Olympians know she was present. While Nyx wore a few pieces of jewelry that accentuated her body, Persephone was fully nude, well-behaved enough to forego even a collar and leash. The Mother Night had her long, thick braid in one hand, using it to guide the blonde wife of Hades towards one side of Bouldy, away from Sisyphus and the cock-stuffed Olympians as they cried out and spasmed, cumming again and again.
They had always been very close. Hades knew that, and he hardly minded their affair -- partially because his work was endless and he knew Persephone needed some form of satisfaction, and partially because when he wasn’t, he got to enjoy both of their bodies. Of course, he might have felt differently if he wasn’t such close friends with Nyx’s husband.
The first mother stopped, smiling fondly as she laid a hand upon her husband’s craggy side. With the ring on her finger, Zargerus always assumed Nyx was married to Hades. It was far more simple for them to never bother correcting him. The oldest stone in existence and the father of Thanatos and Hypnos didn’t need to say a word to his wife to convey his love to her, and neither did she to convey hers. They had been together since the dawn of creation, their bond and love transcending human understanding. She was the one that carved the eyes and mouth into his face.
Why was such a powerful thing kept here , in Tartarus, being used to punish Sisyphus for all eternity? Well, everyone needed a hobby, and one of his was being a great friend to the people who needed it most. Like Sisyphus. Like Hades. His other hobby was sticking a dick in any warm, wet and willing hole. Bouldy was a randy old fuck. Once again, stone grinded and rumbled as he reshaped himself, forming Nyx’s favourite cock, long and curved for her to ride. He loved to fuck any beautiful woman, but there was something special about laying back and watching his voluptuous wife bounce up and down on his lifelike stone cock.
Don’t think too much about how he would be watching her when his ‘face’ was looking towards the Olympian. Bouldy simply is what he is, defying mortal understanding.
The Mother Night released Persephone’s braid and stepped close to her eternal mate, pressing her flat palms against his craggy side, her breasts squeezing up against him. She smiled slightly as she was wont to do and shifted her stance wide, slowly lowering her hips until Bouldy’s cock was pressing against her pussy’s ready lips. Nyx’s descent continued gracefully, her eyelids growing heavy and the barest hint of her teeth pinching on her bottom lip. In this position, she couldn’t hilt him inside of her -- but she didn’t want to. She knew exactly what part of her cunt she wanted him in and rode him with that in mind, only breaking the rise and fall of her hips to occasionally roll and twist them, stirring her cunt with his cock.
And it was perfect for Persephone, too, who enjoyed sex but far preferred to give pleasure than receive it herself. She crawled up and squeezed herself in close to Nyx’s long leg, one of her breasts pressing against it. Leaning in low, she hummed happily as she sealed her lips around Boulder’s pebbles, licking and sucking on them while her hand went up to grasp his shaft, jerking off the inches that weren’t lucky enough to get a taste of the Mother Night’s cunt.
They did this often, sneaking in whenever Bouldy was fucking a visitor to join in the festivities, usually with the Fury Sisters triple-teaming him. The only surprise was that Athena had brought Aphrodite. She always visited alone before then. They didn’t know how the goddess of wisdom learned about Bouldy, but it didn’t really matter. Bouldy had enough cock for everyone.
And he had enough of his incredible cum for everyone, too. Once again he rumbled, the noise like many small avalanches, one for each cock in the room. This time, when he reached his peak, the combined noise was more like a volcanic eruption. Athena and Aphrodite, who had been cumming every other minute since Bouldy began fucking them in earnest, spasmed wildly again, their cries long since having grown hoarse from all their screaming. Their bodies drinking in his cum was enough to set them off with their most powerful orgasms yet, sheer bliss rendering Athena nearly catatonic with what was pumped into her ass and belly.
Poor (or lucky, depending on your perspective) Aphrodite passed out on the spot as the four cocks spreading her two holes wide flooded her. Even though she lost consciousness, she was going to be quivering and twitching for hours afterwards, the aftershocks of her orgasm enough on their own to make her cum again, an unrelenting chain reaction that would keep her sexual urges satisfied for the next week.
Nyx moaned out throatily as her stony husband filled her motherly womb, her eyelids flickering briefly. She kept her ride going up until he stopped shooting his ropes, then wobbily dismounted her lover’s cock. Persephone was quick to move in, sealing her lips around the head of Bouldy’s cock and jerking his shaft, coaxing out what remained -- she preferred giving, but Bouldy’s cum really was something special. She continued up until Nyx grabbed her braid and pulled her away, quieter leaving the chamber than when they entered. When they got back to the House of Hades, Persephone would be able to get plenty of the heady cum straight from Nyx’s leaking cunt.
The stone grinded and rumbled once again, everything going back to the way it was before Athena and Aphrodite’s arrival, the two goddesses falling in a limp pile of cum-splashed divinity without Bouldy’s support, twitching and spasming as they continued to cum. Though their orgasms hadn’t ended, their time with Bouldy had. A portal back to Aphrodite’s chambers shimmered into existence.
Sisyphus, who of course couldn’t sleep through all of that, lifted his head and sighed, tugging off his sleeping mask and popping out his earplugs. He turned his head to survey the damage; it would fall on him to clean up Bouldy’s mess, and that included rolling the goddesses through the portal that would take them out of Tartarus and back to Mount Olympus. He had gotten very good at rolling things. It wasn’t a glamorous job, but he would do anything for his best friend Bouldy.
… … … Anyway, that’s how Athena solved Mount Olympus’ impending budget crisis. Aphrodite never hosted another orgy, or even mothered (or fathered) another demigod. Strangely, her quarters quickly began to fill with pebbles.