Aphrodite's eyes widened slightly. She wasn't used to this. The vulgarity, the lack of worship. Most men crumbled, most begged. But this mortal treated her like a toy, vile and off-putting. And yet her pussy throbbed at the humiliation.

Marshall grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the bed.

Aphrodite landed on the sheets on her back with a soft grunt, bouncing once as her golden blond hair scattered. And before she could recover, he was on her. Clawing over and mounting her like a beast stalking its kill.

He grabbed both her legs by the calves and pushed them upward. Roughly, until her knees were tight to her shoulders, her entire lower half folded up. Her ass lifted, her spine curved, and the meat of her thighs pressed into the sides of her pillowy bosom. Her legs framed her breasts perfectly, almost too perfect, it made his cock flex harder.

It was obscene. And perfect.

Marshall spread his own legs wide and sat on her underthighs as her legs were pushed up, pinning her in place like he was mounting a throne made of woman. Her folded form was trapped under his weight, turned into a tight, compact shape of curves and heat.

His cock hung forward, throbbing heavily. It slapped down onto her breasts. Then it bounced up again, the flushed head tapping her chin, then rising toward her lips. He looked down at her with a hungry, almost beastly smile.

Aphrodite only smiled back, despite the humiliating position.

"Impressed?" she purred, tilting her face up as best she could, lips parting slowly. "Told you… I'm very… very flexible."

"Alright, open that hot mouth now. Let's see how lovely the goddess of love is." Marshall didn't speak with reverence, didn't marvel at her divinity. He spoke like a man tossing his belt to the floor for a one-night stand he'd already decided was temporary. Just a hole. Just tits. Just a mouth.

He spat down into the soft, warm valley of her cleavage.

His saliva trickled between her pale, heavy tits, sliding down the slick surface already damp with sweat. He grabbed his cock, aimed it, and thrusted between those cloud-like mounds without hesitation.

"Ummmmh… Fuck!"

Her tits wrapped around him like satin shackles, her skin like warm butter. With each stroke, he pushed deeper, the tip of his cock slowly poking through her tight breasts until it slid past the top and kissed her mouth.

Aphrodite opened wide, letting the flushed, soaked cockhead press against her lips.

"Still not folded enough?" He muttered, then leaned forward.

With a grunt, Marshall pushed her legs even further down. Her knees now shoved flat into the mattress under her armpits. She was bent in half, spine curved like a whip. Her breasts squeezed tighter around his cock in this new angle, forced up by the crushing press of her thighs, locking his cock in a perfect squeeze.

He didn't need to move much now. His hips bucked in short, tight thrusts, and his cock punched through her tits straight into her mouth.

And she took him.

Aphrodite sucked like she wanted him to forget every other woman in existence. Her lips sealed around his cockhead with divine suction, cheeks hollowing, tongue flattening and swirling around his crown. She moved like a lover, but with Olympian strength, like a vacuum made of wet silk and velvet.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

Marshall's cock throbbed violently between her smushed breasts, sliding in her saliva. The bed creaked and jolted under them as his hips fucked her tits, while her mouth kept up the rhythm of pleasure.

"Fuck…" Marshall groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair to keep himself steady.

Aphrodite moaned around his cock, sending tremors up his flesh. Her blue eyes twinkled with mischief, even while her lips were stretched wide around him like a perfect circle of sin. Her spit clung to his cock like syrup, splattering down her chin with every stroke. Her tongue lapped around the small slit of his cock, flicking it like she was teasing the trigger to a bomb.

Her tits shook with every thrust, fat and jiggling, squeezed tight around his shaft by her own knees. Her hands pressed her legs tighter together, actively milking him in the middle.

Marshall looked down at her, face gleaming with spit, cheeks flushed, mouth stuffed full of his cock. He reached down and softly patted her cheek.

Pat! Pat!

"Is that all?" she said, lips smearing off his tip as she came up for a breath. "I thought you were a rough man…"

Smack!

He slapped her face, this time harder. Her head whipped slightly to the side.

Aphrodite smirked. In her mind, this was progress. He was getting aggressive, giving in, and losing himself. She thought her magic was burrowing into his brain. She didn't realize he'd always been like this.

Plap! Plap!

He started to thrust faster, plowing harder. Her mouth turned into a flushed, soaking mess. Saliva splashed across her cheeks, stringing from his cock to her tongue. Her throat choked slightly every time the tip of his cock bumped her palate, but she didn't stop. She moaned, eyes half-lidded, determined to drain him.

The bed shook. Jolted.

His cock pounded through her swells and down her throat like she wasn't a goddess—but a whore for his pleasure.

"Ugh… Waste to spill in that pretty mouth," Marshall muttered with a grunt.

Then, he abruptly stopped. He yanked his cock from her lips with a wet pop. A thick string of spit lazily stretched from her lips to his shaft before snapping.

He let one of her legs fall down lazily, while keeping the other still brutally bent, knee shoved into her chest. He hovered above her, breathing hard.

He grabbed the raised leg and pushed it further, testing her flexibility.

Aphrodite simply smiled. She tilted her upper body slightly to one side and, with a graceful, sensual twist, lifted her bent leg until it curled behind her head. Her ankle rested against the back of her neck. Then she reached up and held it there, locking herself into the obscene pose.

"Well… would you look at that," Marshal chuckled, even more hungry now.

Her breasts lifted high from the twist, full and perky, and her glistening, pink pussy was fully exposed, dripping and puffed up from desire. It was like watching a goddess tie herself into a gift-wrapped sin.

"Like what you see?" she whispered, biting her lip. "Want to fuck me twisted up like a naughty little knot? I can stay like this all night…"

Marshall didn't answer. He grabbed his cock, already twitching and flushed red again, and slid it over her drenched slit.

Her folds parted easily. Wet, hot, begging to be punished.

He gave her nipples a few slow, hot licks with his tongue. Then he leaned forward, aligning his pulsing need with her tight, twitching entrance, then pushed.

The cockhead popped in.

"Fuck…" he muttered, and pushed some more.

She was tight, unholy tight. The position crushed her walls down on his shaft like it wanted to strangle him. He grunted as he felt every inch squeeze his cock, like her cunt didn't want to let him in.

Aphrodite let out a little moan of delight.

"Mmmm… You feel it, don't you?" Her hips gently wriggled. "I can squeeze tighter, if you want… Every inch of me can be yours…"

And then she clenched. Her pussy locked down on his cock like a perfect mold, flexing with supernatural control.

Marshall roared, grinding forward, pushing more of himself into her slowly, steadily. Her leg stayed locked behind her head, thigh pinned in place by his chest.

She was bent sideways, folded and mounted like a gymnast-turned-sex-doll. Her body writhed under him.

His breath came ragged. He leaned down, one hand slipping under her jaw. Then he shoved his thumb into her open mouth. "Bite down," he growled. "You're gonna need it."

Plap!

The first thrust landed like a warhammer.

Aphrodite's entire body jerked with it. "Nnnmh!"

Her eyes widened in pure shock. Her head fell back on the pillow, golden hair splaying out like a halo around her head. That wasn't supposed to feel like that, she knew, but she couldn't back out now.

Another thrust. Then another.

Plap! Plap!

"Oh—ngh! Ohhh…" Her thighs trembled.

Marshall leaned forward, grinding deeper into her soaking heat, letting her tight walls massage every inch of his cock. Her cunt was hot, boiling like it had been simmering for centuries just for this. He let go of her chin, holding her body steady by the waist now.

"You're fucking tight, goddess," he growled, sweat trickling from his jaw as he rocked into her again. "And hot! Fuck. You sure you're the goddess of love? 'Cause your pussy says you're the goddess of a good fuck."

Plap! His hips slammed against her stretched body again, his cock sinking into her cunt like it absorbed him.

Aphrodite moaned, louder now. Her voice cracked. Something was wrong. So wrong.

"W-Why… why isn't it working?" she gasped, voice trembling. "My… my magic… Oh! Ohhh gods—Yessss! Y-Yes!!"

The rough thrusts weren't slowing down. They were building up, faster and faster, plunging deeper and deeper.

Marshall's hands slid from her waist to her tits, gripping them tight, thumbing her nipples like knobs while he pounded into her pussy.

Her leg, still bent behind her head, kept her split wide open. Her perfect cunt on full display, stretched taut around his cock with every thrust.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

"Ohhhhhh! Haaaaahn!" Aphrodite's scream split the air. Her back arched, then convulsed.

It started like a climax. A divine rush of heat that made her chest seize up, her thighs quake. But it didn't stop.

"AAAAAHHH—A-Ah! Oh fuck!" Her pussy exploded around him.

First, a gush. Then a spray. A loud, watery squirt fired from her cunt like a jet. Her orgasm splashed across Marshall's thighs and soaked the silk sheets beneath them in a flood of divine nectar.

She writhed, moaning, her cheeks glowing red, lips parted in shock. "I—I came… On a mortal's cock…?!"

"Hahaha! Yeah, that happens!" Marshall laughed. "I'm close… tooo… Ugh!"

He grabbed her hair, yanked her head upward, and slammed into her again. His body crashed forward. His full weight bearing down on her single upraised leg, bending her even tighter. Their bodies locked, forehead to forehead.

She looked into his eyes and melted.

"Ooohhh…" Aphrodite moaned helplessly, then leaned up, grabbing his face with both hands. Her lips crushed against his, devoid of shame, needy. She mauled his mouth like it was ambrosia.

She kissed like she wanted to be filled forever. She kissed like she'd forgotten her name, fucking his mouth with all the submission of a mortal woman.

Plap!

His hips cracked against hers again.

"Ghaaaaa-d—daaaaamn!" Marshall roared when her mouth finally let go. With one final thrust, he drove deep into her. His cock struck the edge of her core like a battering ram.

Her pussy clenched around him, sucking him in, locking down like a perfect sheath.

Then he came, violently exploding inside.

Hot, white lava surged from his cock in thick, gushing bursts. Shot after shot blasted deep into her womb, flooding her from the inside out. There was so much, it pooled instantly and overflowed. His potent cream spilled out around his shaft, down her ass, onto the sheets in hot, sticky streams.

Her leg twitched, still pinned behind her head. Her body trembled uncontrollably, feeling the fluids spill over her skin like crawling streaks of pleasure.

Marshall kept moving. Small, shallow thrusts, sloshing the sticky mess inside her, stirring it.

Aphrodite gasped. Her entire body shivered. Her womb felt hot. Her insides churned. Her pussy milked him nonstop with uncontrollable twitches.

She'd felt this sensation before. The pressure, the swelling, the fullness of a man's climax buried deep inside. She'd taken the seed of Ares, of Poseidon, of Dionysus, of Hermes. She'd bedded mortals, gods, and even a few mythical creatures when bored. But none of them had felt like this.

This man's cock had spoken to her womb. Awoke something in her that charm magic could never create.

Her eyes rolled. Her voice came out in a breathless whisper. And then the truth crashed into her like a lightning bolt.

There had been no magic working on him. None of her seduction. None of her power.

She'd wanted to make him kneel. Instead, she had been the one flattened under him, gasping, drenched in her own filth, her cunt still clenching around a mortal's cock that ruined her.

"Ummmmh… So… You like women… more docile in bed?" She ended the kiss and stared at his face. Feeling his weight still keeping her stretched like that, she felt enthralled.

His face, now that she looked at it, was beautiful, honest, wild, untamed. She never thought such a man was her type, but there she was, pussy gulping his warm cock batter willingly, clenching her sore cunt tight to hold him in for as long as she could.

"You mean submissive?" Marshall reacted and finally moved back, sitting on his knees. "Not really. I love all women, on top, bottom, sideways, soft, hard, spicy, whatever, missionary or CEO. I'm not picky. Sexy queens, all of them."

To Marshall, after 100 million years of loneliness, it was too much of a waste of time to even think about that. Personalities didn't matter to him. Women were women, pretty, lovely, hot, with pussy. Sure, some were more fun than others. But they were all women, and god, he loved women.

Perhaps that was why he never left any woman sad. Even the women of Dinosia, whom he picked every fifty years. They all live with him happily, and after ending their tenure, they'd write songs, poems, and stories of their fond memories about him.

"Though that doesn't mean I'm a simp… what does that word mean? Fuck! Anyway, I love women, sure, but annoy me, I'll smack the hell out of you."

"..."

Aphrodite rolled her eyes, already used to the sudden mood and speech changes from Marshall.

"Got energy for another round?" Aphrodite asked him, and rolled over, getting on her hands and knees, presenting him her beautiful, round bottom, especially that backhole, velvety, cute, wrinkled, breathing as if calling him in. She didn't give a damn anymore. He satisfied her, and she wanted to feel more of it.

Marshall grinned and rubbed his hands. His cock throbbed and rose back to life. "Oh, I can do this all night."

He wasted no time, rubbed his cock on her cum soaked pussy, used that as lubricant, and pushed his cockhead in her tight, insanely hot, and welcoming ass.

BOOM!

"Aphrodite!"

BAM!

"Aphrodite! I know you're in there!"

WOOSH!

The door to the bedroom flew off.

"Aphrodite! Don't let that mindless monkey between y—"

Zeus froze in his place, his fuming red face turning an even deeper shade of red. His eyes didn't deceive him when he saw Marshall shoving his cock in Aphrodite's ass, while her cunt already leaked white filth. He was too late.

"YOU! You defiled a goddess of Olympus!"

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