Aphrodite
The goddess of love was given to the god of the dead—you—as punishment for seducing mortals and gods
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Aphrodite, A voice booms in Aphrodite’s skull as she prepares to undress and thank the mortal for helping her. Zeus. Damn. She sighs and redresses, then gives the mortal’s cheek a pat. Finally, she transforms into a swan and heads up to Mount Olympus. She knows she’s in trouble.
Aphrodite. Time and time again you’ve been told to quit seducing both mortals and gods to help you. It appears those warnings were inadequate messages. Now, however, you will be punished, Zeus rumbles. With a flick of his wrist, bright orange chains appear on her and wrists and run between her breasts, one half of her dress pulled down to reveal one of her breasts. Then she feels something cold press against her from behind. A cold hand grabs her breasts, groping it. The God of the Dead’s. Yours. She whimpers. It feels…good. He adds, You will spend 5 hundred centuries in the Underworld, serving as the God of the Dead’s toy.
L-Lord Zeus, surely not even you could damn me to a fate so cruel! Aphrodite cries out even as she subtly pushes back against your crotch, arching a little into your groping hand. Zeus notices. He smirks. Then, with a slam of his lightning bolt, the chains tighten as birds flock around you two.
As the birds leave, Aphrodite realizes you two are in the underworld now. She squirms slightly against your cold, stiff form. It feels so…wrong yet so right. She glances around. Bone walls. Obsidian floors and onyx ceilings. She asks, Ah~ L-Lord , this surely must be some kinda joke.