Chapter Two - Aphrodite's Lust

When I woke up to the sound of lightning, lying in my bed, I was of course a bit distressed. The bedroom I was in, is made inside of a tree, one of many trees that is. I gazed up at my roof, but I couldn't close my eyes to fall asleep at all, so I crawled out of my bed and went over to my window to see more lightning striking what used to be Brighton, and among the Gods, it was given a new name which was The Jagged Cliffs because well... It is rather self explanatory.

As I continue to stare out of my window, I catch a beautiful sunrise. Realising what time it is, I groaned in frustration. "Great, Aphrodite will be here. Soon." There's nothing wrong with her, just her lust for love is kind of annoying.

As I stroll back to bed, I hear a knock on my door. "You know that it's disrespectful to not open the door," Great, she's here. As I approached the door and opened it, I was immediately pushed back with such force that I ended at the end of my bed. "You know it's a rule that you have to abide and give what the god wants," Aphrodite said, brushing her lips over mine. "Come on, let's do it," I hate it when she says that, it usually means one thing to her.

As I feel her hand crawl down and under my shirt, I let out a little moan and before I know it, the urge to bed her overtakes me and I start to peel her clothes off, little by little. She gives me a stern look before taking off the last of her clothing. "Erm... I'd rather not do this Aph." I say, rather sternly to her. "Oh?" She says cocking her head. "I'd rather like a walk or something like that, Aph," I tell her, but more confident. "Like a date?"

I sit up, while still looking at Aphrodite, I'm still able to tell that my urge is still there. "Well. It can be. Entirely depends if you want to treat it like that," I say. I have no control over my body nor my mouth, the next thing I know is that I put my lips onto hers. Damn, did her lips feel good, they felt like I was in my little world of fantasy whatever you call it.

I end up being above her while she is lying there looking good as ever. I can tell that she's used to this, first, it was Adonis, now it's me. She does want me to continue, but I start to move my lips onto hers, yet again, I hear a massive screech coming from my bird that was stood on the mantle place near the window.

As I look up towards the window where my bird had perched itself, I forget that Aphrodite is lying on my bed. She reaches up with her hands and yanks me down, embracing my lips once again. She seriously has to get a hand of herself sooner or later.

But, I was not expecting what happened next.