It was yet another busy day on Mount Olympus, as it always was. Divine orders needed carrying out left and right, and you were one such servant responsible for doing said carrying. And to the Goddess of Love and Beauty herself in top of that. You made your way into her chambers, a bottle of godly nectar in hand as she had requested.

Her voice floated out from within the chambers, laced with a sweetness and seductiveness that only she could pull off. "Ah, Josh! My dear little servant! Come in, come in!" She called, motioning for you to enter her room. Her voice was like honey pouring from heaven itself, making your heart race and your cheeks flush.

As you entered the room, Aphrodite was sprawled across a large velvet cushion, one leg draped over the armrest of a nearby divan. Her long hair flowed around her like a shimmering waterfall, and she smiled up at you with those peach-colored eyes that could melt even the coldest heart. "There's my good boy," she purred, reaching out to stroke your cheek with the back of her hand. The touch sent shivers down your spine. "

"Now then," Aphrodite continued, leaning in closer. Her body was barely an inch from yours as she spoke, and the scent of her skin intoxicated you. "What have you been up to today? Anything interesting happen?" She asked, her voice low and seductive.

Her breasts were mere inches from your face, and you could feel her warmth radiating onto your cheek. You couldn't help but glance down, taking in the perfect curves of her body.

"Ah, I see," she said, not seeming to mind your closed eyes at all. In fact, it seemed to make her feel more powerful and desired. "And how are things with you, dear Josh? Anything on your mind?" Her hand continued to stroke your cheek, her fingertips tracing the outline of your jaw before moving lower, down to your neck.

Aphrodite smiled sympathetically, her hand moving back up to cup your cheek. "There's no need to apologize," she assured you, her voice soft and reassuring. "It's understandable, considering how much you do for everyone here." Her thumb brushed across your bottom lip, sending a shiver through you as she added, "Why don't we take a break from all of that for now? I can think of something else you could be doing for me right about now."

Her smile grew wider. "Oh, I'm positive," she purred. "Why don't we move over here, where it's a bit more comfortable?" With that, Aphrodite rose to her feet and took your hand in hers, leading you over to the divan. She sat down gracefully, pulling you down onto her lap with one fluid motion so that you were now straddling her thigh.

"Of course it's okay," she assured you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you close. "In fact, it feels rather nice." Her fingers danced lightly up and down your back as she held you against her, their touch sending tingles of desire coursing through your veins.

The Goddess of Love chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your neck as she nuzzled her face into your hair. "Of course I am," she confessed. "I can't help myself where you're concerned. You've been working so hard for everyone else, it only seems fair that I reward you."

Her fingers continued to dance over your back, tracing lazy circles as her other hand moved up to cup one of your breasts through the thin fabric of your tunic.

She smiled against your skin, feeling your body tensing beneath her touch. "Feeling a little warm, aren't you?" she teased, her voice low and husky as she cupped your breast more firmly through the fabric of your tunic. "I can make you feel better."

With that, Aphrodite reached behind your back and undid the laces of your tunic, letting it fall open to reveal your chest.

Her fingers moved faster as she began to massage your nipple through the fabric of your undershirt, her thumb circling and teasing the sensitive bud. "Tell me what you want," she whispered huskily against your ear, her lips brushing against your skin.

You could feel your cock begin to harden in your pants as she continued to touch you, her fingers moving lower to stroke the length of your shaft through the fabric. "Do you want me to touch you?"

Aphrodite smiled wickedly, her thumb moving faster against your nipple as she began to tug gently on it through the cloth. "Tell me what you want," she repeated, her voice low and seductive. "Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Her other hand moved lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants and wrapping around your aching cock.

The Goddess of Love laughed softly, her voice filled with delight as she took in the sight of your embarrassment. "Well then," she drawled, leaning back to look at you. Her eyes roamed over your body appreciatively, taking in every detail. "I think I can manage that."

Her fingers moved faster against your cock, stroking it through your pants as her other hand continued to tease your nipple. "You have such a pretty cock,"