Divine Ascension: Reborn as a God of Power-Chapter 60: The Schism of Olympus (Final Part)// Aphrodite (R18)

I can’t remember how things ended they way they did, but on one moment I remember we were talking and on the other...well, let’s just say we weren’t talking anymore.

My last memories of the night were how Aphrodite with a coy smile, slided down my body, nuzzling into my groin and took my nuts into her warm mouth, I still remember the sensation of her laving each orb of my sack with her skillful millenia tongue.

"Mmmm, let me worship your manhood properly at least, considerate it an apology for my behavior the other day..." she purred sultrily between licks. "I have been such a bad girl Akhon, so I’ll suck your jewels until you’re rock hard, I hope you like my gift."

And goddamn!! I pretty much liked it. Even with that voice on the back of my head telling me that I was a bastard for doing this to Aegle again. But on that moment, I weren’t listening.

Aphrodite massaged my turgid length with one hand while continuing her assault on my balls, determined to bring me to full arousal once more.

"Shit aphrodite, you really don’t know when to stop but I guess you love my cock too much don’t you?" I managed to say while trying to retain my fluids from exploding in her face.

Meanwhile, I saw how she released my balls with a lewd pop, grinning up at me wickedly.

"Oh yes, my dear! Didn’t you realize it the other day? Your magnificent cock has enslaved me utterly. I crave it with every fiber of my being!" She says while she strokes my shaft reverently, she seemed to admire the way it throbbed in her grasp.

"Please Akhon, allow me to pleasure you. I wish to prove myself worthy of being your couple as much as that nymph." She said as she peppered kisses along my length before swirling her tongue around the swollen head, savoring the salty drops of pre-cum beading at the tip.

I gotta say, on that moment, having the equivalent to a supermodel sucking my cock was making difficult for me to think clearly, so I just nodded with my head fervently to her request without thinking it much.

Strangely, she blushed at my acceptance. She wrapped both hands around my semi-hard shaft, stroking me firmly from base to tip. Her thumbs swirl around the sensitive crown, smearing the bead of precum that forms there.

Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!

She worked me diligently, watching in fascination as I gradually swell and harden in her grasp. Aphrodite varies her technique, alternating between fast pumps and languid caresses, squeezing and twisting just so. Soft sighs of encouragement escape her as she seemed focused on bringing me to full arousal.

"Shit!! Keep it like that!!

Aphrodite seemed to obey my command, and started to grip my throbbing shaft tighter while she pumped faster. She twisted her wrist on the upstroke, providing a friction that had me seeing stars. The only sounds on my room were the wet sounds of her stroking as she worked me feverishly toward another explosive orgasm.

"That’s it, Akhon! Give me everything!" She panted, her breasts heaving with exertion. I saw how Aphrodite gazed up at me with hooded eyes, her lips were parted in a lewd invitation. She was the picture of debauchery, the ancient and powerful goddess was gone on that moment, replaced by a mere cock sleeve for her lord and master, me.

"Fuck, I am gonna cum" I managed to say while sensing the inminent release coming closer.

This worked like if a switch was turned on her, because on that moment she started to pump my throbbing cock furiously.

Schlap! Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!

I saw how her eyes were locked on me, her expression was one of rapturous adoration, one I only saw on my believers of Kaeron.

As I reached my peak, I noticed how she leaned and took my swollen head into her hot mouth, suckling greedily. The sensation proved too much to bear for my body, because on that moment and with a guttural groan, I erupted directly down her throat. Aphrodite drinking deeply of the offering, swallowing every drop as if it were ambrosia itself.

After that, I only remember her releasing my dick with a loud pop and me collapsing on my bed.

(A few hours later...)

I woke up to some loud screams from outside my room.

"Come on, everyone, today’s the day the party starts!"

The shout cracked through the room like a whip, dragging me from the fog of sleep. I blinked twice, the scent of incense and old stone still lingering in the air. For a moment, I didn’t move — my body heavy, as if the tension of the coming day had already settled in my bones.

The door was wide open now, and in its frame stood someone I didn’t recognize immediately. Not because he was forgettable — far from it — but because he looked like he had just stepped out of a painting and into chaos.

Golden curls framed his sharp, boyish face, tousled like he’d either just woken up or never slept. His eyes were twin flames of mischief, a brilliant honey-amber that glinted with a joy that didn’t quite match the tension in the air. He was lean, shirtless, sculpted like a marble statue, wearing only loosely tied crimson robes that fell just below his hips — robes that looked more decorative than functional. A golden sash hung off one shoulder, and slung across his back was a quiver of silver-tipped arrows. His bow was strapped casually across his chest like a fashion accessory.

"Good morning, sunshine," he grinned, stepping into the room like it belonged to him. "Hope you slept well, ’cause today’s the big one."

"...Who are you?" I muttered, sitting up slowly, trying to push the haze out of my head.

"Eros," he said with a dramatic bow. "God of love, lust, passion, heartbreak, and—today only—war readiness." He glanced around the room, made a small face. "Wow, dark and broody. You really do fit the ’chosen of Nemesis’ vibe."

I rubbed my face and groaned. "I thought you weren’t part of Nemesis."

"I’m not. Technically. But Mother’s here, and she insisted I help stir the troops." He walked toward the window and flung open the heavy drapes, flooding the chamber with golden light. "And by troops, I mean you. And by stir, I mean annoy until you’re too angry to go back to sleep."

The sunlight hit my face like a slap, and I squinted up at him. "You could’ve just knocked."

"Oh, I did. Twice. Then I shouted and then I barged in. All in that order. Trust me, I’m very polite."

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and let out a slow breath. My body was stiff but not sore, yet. Adrenaline would cover that later. My armor rested on the stand nearby, polished and waiting. The white and obsidian accents of my tunic caught the light, the faintest hum of divine power pulsing from the fabric.

Eros tilted his head, watching me like I was an exhibit. "So. Are you nervous?"

I gave him a look. "You woke me up to ask that?"

"I woke you up because it’s sunrise and the truce ends in an hour," he corrected. "But sure. Let’s call it small talk."

I stood, rolling my shoulders, trying to focus. The dreams had been deep last night after my night "activities". Not nightmares, or visions. Just silence. A rare, calm nothing — the kind of peace that always comes before the storm.

"I’m not nervous," I said at last. "I’m... ready. Or I have to be."

Eros smiled at that, but not mockingly. "Good. Because some of us are betting on you."

I raised a brow. "Betting?"

"Please, we’re gods and we are at war. Everything is a wager now. Aphrodite’s already got a pool going on who strikes first. Hecate’s betting you kill a god before noon."

I sighed. "Great, just what I needed. Some gambling to start a war."

Eros turned and started walking back toward the door. "Don’t take it personally. It’s how we cope."

He paused at the threshold and glanced over his shoulder. "By the way... she didn’t sleep. Aphrodite, I mean. She was pacing the halls all night. Probably thinking about what she’s going to say when this all begins."

I frowned. "Did she say anything?"

He grinned, a bit more mischievous now. "Only that last night was fun. Let me tell you, I know her since the days of Kronos and she only leaves messages when she really likes you, ao if I were you, I wouldn"t waste the opportunity."

Before I could reply, he was gone, disappearing down the hall with the sound of his bare feet echoing against the marble. I stared at the empty doorway for a moment longer, then turned back to the armor waiting beside me.

The war started today.

And I had no idea what kind of man I would be by the time it ended.

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