![]() Kratos had lain with many women in his life, and was renowned for his peerless stamina in bed. The goddess arched her back and moaned, churning her hips against the Spartan with all her might, seeking to bury the raging beast even deeper within her. Kratos grasped Aphrodite’s full breasts in his powerful hands and kneaded the flesh as a baker kneads dough. “Never have I felt a man of such size within my depths! Oh! Touch me!” “By the gods, Kratos!” Aphrodite was breathless as her hips began churning against the Spartan’s loins. At last she came to rest with his entire length pulsating within her. The walls of her vessel held him in a fierce and warm embrace of pleasure beyond anything he had ever known. His hands gripped the arms of his throne as she took his length into her bit by bit. Kratos leaned back as his great shaft plunged into the divine folds of Aphrodite. “It will please us both, very much.” Aphrodite turned and the smooth curve of her bottom soon descended onto Kratos’s muscular thighs. “It would please me.” Kratos spoke evenly. “May I sit upon your throne?” Aphrodite licked her lips. The goddess gasped, her expression of awe turning slowly into a sultry grin as she stepped closer to the seated god. With but a thought the cloth around his waist vanished, unleashing the throbbing beast of his loins. The mighty rod of Kratos awoke, growing long and hard at the sight of Aphrodite’s immaculate form. Long smooth legs of porcelain seemed to stretch forever from her slender body. The twin orbs of her breasts hung suspended as though weightless in spite of their generous size. Her silken robes fell from her body, bathing Kratos in the glow of her naked beauty. She stood before him while her eyes gleamed with mischief. Aphrodite pushed Kratos back to sit on his throne, breaking their kiss. Kratos pulled Aphrodite to him, pressing her divine body against his. I knew him very well.” She slid her hand over Kratos’s arm. “You are a god, Kratos.” Aphrodite’s eyes lit with fire. “They never satisfied you, never gave you peace. “I watched every night as you took woman after woman into your bed, Kratos.” Aphrodite’s lips curled in a sly grin. ![]() “You know nothing of me.” Kratos growled. “I knew Ares.” Aphrodite’s voice was calm in spite of the firm grip of the Spartan’s hand around her throat. “What do you know of anything?” Kratos roared. In a flash of movement, Kratos was out of his throne and his hand was wrapped about Aphrodite’s slender neck. “The fault is in you.” Aphrodite came to a halt in front of him and raised an accusing finger. The God of War sat in silence, his eyes narrowing in anger. Let this stagnant peace continue, and his wrath will be unbearable even for you, dear Kratos.” “That is what you believe, is it not, Kratos? It is also what Zeus believes. ![]() “The world needs war.” Aphrodite walked gracefully around the seated Kratos, studying his chiseled features. “Aphrodite,” Kratos inclined his head but did not stand, instead he turned back to glare at the world below. His head whipped around to find a shining being of divine beauty standing tall, radiant golden hair streaming down past her shoulders clasped in a shimmering robe of light. ![]() “Only the God of War could find fault with a world at peace.” A warm voice spoke from beside Kratos’s throne. “War has plagued the land since the dawn of time itself! I have nothing to command, nothing to guide. “How can this be?” His deep voice echoed in the vast hall. ![]() For five weeks there had been no bloodshed, no battles, no conquest. He gazed down at the earth below, his brow furrowed with frustration. Kratos, the mortal Spartan who had become the God of War, sat in repose upon his resplendent throne in Olympus. Time stands still for no man, but it will bow before a god. ![]()
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