Play Harder

Aphrodite's naked body was enough to make a blind man stop and stare. Her breasts were huge, bigger even than Silena's and absolutely perfect in shape. It didn't even make sense. It was like gravity didn't dare to touch them. Perfection was a theme with Aphrodite's appearance. Hourglass figure? Check. Wide hips? check. Clean-shaven crotch and long, soft legs? Double check.

But Percy only noticed all of this in the back of his head as he stomped to the bed. Skin-deep perfection only meant so much if what was underneath was ugly.

Aphrodite smiled at him. "So, you've decided to— glurghk!"

Her sentence never reached completion. As soon as he was close enough, Percy grabbed the back of her head and shoved it straight down on his cock.

He held her in place, staring coolly down.

"Much better," he said. "All quiet now."

This wasn't like when he fucked Drew's throat. It wasn't really a blowjob at all. He wasn't even allowing Aphrodite to move. Seconds dragged on as Percy held the goddess down.

She adjusted quickly. Without biological roadblocks like needing to breathe she was perfectly equipped for this situation. Her tongue actually lengthened in her mouth. Percy felt it, and his eyes widened. He knew that gods could change their appearance, but he never considered it could be used on a specific body part like this.

Aphrodite's suddenly plus-sized tongue rapidly filled what little space there was in her mouth that his meat hadn't already taken up. It wrapped around him, almost reaching all the way around his impressive girth. Slowly, that tongue moved up and down his cock, milking him with thousands of years of whorish experience.

Expressions flitted across Aphrodite's face. One moment she was making eye contact, the next her eyes had rolled up like a hentai character, the next they were shut in a perfect picture of concentration. Every single look that a man could find arousing alternated rapid-fire style over her features. Her tongue moved the entire time. Percy's lower head, deep into her esophagus, twitched and started to tremble.

He missed the way Aphrodite's hands were moving until they had grabbed his arms and pulled. Maybe he was distracted by the blowjob, but his balance never stood a chance. He rolled over the top of Aphrodite, landing on the bed on his back.

As he fell, Aphrodite shifted like a snake. Somehow, even as his body turned and tumbled, she never allowed even a single centimeter of him to escape her throat. That was when it sunk in.

He hadn't trapped her. No. She had trapped him.

Not only did she contort to continue the blowjob, even her lower body moved. Before Percy could react, legs were pushing on his ears like headphones while Aphrodite's crotch hovered above him.

Her pussy lips were perfect. Percy hadn't even known it was possible for that part of the body to be perfect, but somehow this one was— average in the best ways, protruding slightly but not too much.

And it landed smack on his face.

Now it was his turn to have his nose mashed flat. Karma, maybe, for how many times he'd done that to this woman's daughters over the last week.

Good karma, obviously. This was far from a punishment.

That said, it wasn't what he had planned. He came in with so much confidence, ready to take control, and in under a minute Aphrodite had flipped the situation in her favor… literally.

He had to turn this around. But how?

He'd been aggressive. He started on the front foot, but Aphrodite just used that against him. She went with the flow and molded it into what she wanted. Percy needed to learn from that.

Just because this was a test, didn't mean he couldn't find a lesson in it.

Smack!

Percy had reached around, wrapping his elbows past Aphrodite's legs and bringing his hands down on her voluptuous backside. His fingers sunk in almost endlessly, but they finally found a firm grip. With that done, Percy wasted no time in pushing her downward.

At the same time, he drove his tongue up. With zero hesitation he ravaged Aphrodite's folds, finding her clit as quickly as possible. He didn't have the luxury to build up to the main event slowly; this was not the time to take things slow.

If he did, he'd be eaten up.

Aphrodite's tongue had changed its length again. In fact, it was constantly changing now, shrinking and growing just to add another source of slick torsion. Her lips tugged at the root of his shaft. She was pursing them, actively sucking to tighten her grip further.

Something tickled Percy's tongue. There lots of sensations against it, what with the dirty work it was doing, but this one immediately captured his attention. Slick juices ran down the length of the muscle, trace drops even slipping into his mouth.

Percy grinned even as his lips were pressed against Aphrodite's body. That was a tangible sign of arousal. He knew what he was doing was working.

It was a race now.

His arms pushed down with even greater force. His tongue redoubled its efforts, moving with real brutality. Her entire body was as fluffy as a cloud, from the ass cheeks leaking between his fingers to the huge tits propped on his pelvis, to even the depths of her pussy and throat. If she was soft, he was firm. A third of the blood in his entire body felt like it had taken up residence in his throbbing cock. Every one of his impressive muscles were flexed. His fingers were locked and stiff as they strained in their grip. If it wasn't broke, don't fix it— Percy didn't try to copy Aphrodite's soft approach as he ate her out. He played to his strengths and tensed his tongue, using it like a weapon to batter her most sensitive part.

It was a good decision.

After a few intense minutes, his work was rewarded. Aphrodite's body shuddered against his face and a sudden profusion of liquid made his work much slicker. Percy's earlier grin became a smirk. He'd done it. He made the goddess of love orgasm first.

The satisfaction was short lived, although it was quickly replaced by another kind of satisfaction. As she came, Aphrodite finally pulled her head up. The slick sensation of her tongue disappeared as all that suction she'd been applying evaporated in an instant. The sudden shift in stimulation was more than Percy could handle. He came, firing a load into Aphrodite's wide-open mouth.

She rolled off of him, sitting up so that he could see her face as she swished his cum around in her cheeks. Eventually, she swallowed.

"A tie!" she declared loudly.

"Bullshit!" Percy pushed himself up to a sitting position, glaring. "You totally came first!"

"But you came harder," Aphrodite said. "When did it ever become a race?"

"It was an implicit agreement forged in the heat of the moment!" he argued.

"I don't see proof anywhere," Aphrodite said innocently.

Percy rolled his eyes and pushed her back. She didn't fight it, falling back with a squeak and a giggle. A moment later he was on top of her.

"Tiebreaker?" he asked, lining his still-stiff cock up with the spot his tongue just exited.

"So you're admitting it was a draw?"

Percy slammed his cock inside of her.

"Oooh," Aphrodtie moaned lowly, her lips stretching out in an O shape. "That's it! Stab me!"

Percy planted his hands on either side of her neck. He was on top, gravity helping as he plunged into her. Aphrodite's tits bounced back and forth. As he fucked her, the goddess brought one to her mouth. They were so big that it easily reached. She held eye contact with Percy as she sucked the protruding nipple.

It felt great. There was something different about Aphrodite's body, something extra, like just being in her presence made a person's pleasure receptors go haywire. Percy could've fucked her like that for hours, and as long as his dick didn't go soft he would've been completely content doing it.

But that wasn't what he set out to do. He didn't want to bed her, he wanted to prove a point. So after only a few minutes, he rolled her over on her side.

Percy pulled one of her legs up, hugging it to his chest. His other hand dipped down, spanking her oh-so-soft ass.

In the new position he was penetrating her in a different way. The angle had shifted, reinventing the sensations. He didn't give her any time to adjust, continuing right where he left off.

Just as the new position was settling in, Percy changed things up again. He threw the leg he was holding down on the bed, rolling Aphrodite around on her stomach. He went back to pounding from above, this time leaning in flat to her back.

She smelled incredible, somewhere between a spice cabinet and a flower patch. The immaculate curls of her long blond hair had somehow survived unscathed. Magic, it had to be. Percy pressed his chest to her back, wrapping an arm around her throat. Aphrodite's face was forced to turn to the side.

Percy was there to meet it.

His tongue entered the goddesses' mouth. He kissed with all the dexterity and passion he could bring to bear. His hips never stopped. Despite the cock rampaging through her innards and the muscular arm tight to her neck, Aphrodite responded with almost inhuman skill, kissing him right back. Percy refused to lose. It was Aphrodite who broke the kiss first, moaning huskily.

"You like that?" Percy asked. "It was your daughter who taught it to me."

He pulled up, separating from her back again. It felt like a tragedy to lose so much of Aphrodite's warmth, but it was worth it in the long run. His fingers grasped those immaculate curls and yanked. Aphrodite was dragged up on her knees. Still thrusting, Percy delivered his heaviest spank yet.

"I learned this from another of your daughters," he said. "I wondered where she got this streak from. Now I know."

The harder he went, the more he pulled her hair, the tighter Aphrodite became. She alternated between moans and yelps. Percy landed more spanks like the first, beating her flawless skin bright red.

Finally, Percy flipped Aphrodite back into the position she started. The goddesses' eyelids fluttered as her raw backside was reintroduced to the blanket. Almost counterintuitively, Percy slowed from the frantic pace he'd been maintaining. At the judges table, Silena smiled widely.

"Hard can be good," Percy said, "but someone showed me that it won't beat technique. To do this right, you need timing. You need rhythm."

A song began to play in his head. The imaginary record swelled and sunk between its chords, and Percy synced his hips up with the imaginary tune. Sex was a song. Sex was a dance.

The air in the Aphrodite cabin was becoming humid. In his peripherals, Percy could see Piper leaning her chair back as she watched, a hand shoved down her pants. Valentina was chewing her lip with an inordinately proud expression. Drew gripped the table, eyeing her mother with unsuppressed jealousy.

Silena just beamed.

"Ten!" she announced loudly, making the other judges turn toward her.

"Ten!" Valentina added after only a moment's hesitation.

"Nine—" Drew cut off as three glares instantly bored into her. "What, am I ruining the moment? Fine. Ten. There, happy?"

Percy's hips clapped against Aphrodite's body with a resolute smack. The song in his head was striking the climax of its final chorus. His body wailed for release. Aphrodite's legs rose up, wrapping around him and trapping his cock in her depths. At the same time, her arms grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down.

He exploded. The orgasm burst out in her deepest parts, and her legs refused to let Percy pull back. Every last drop was emptied in her pussy as her body shook wildly.

"TEN!" Aphrodite howled along with the orgasm, before pulling Percy's lips down to her own, kissing him as deeply as anyone ever had before.

Even as his tongue worked, Percy's mind was elsewhere. One thought repeated in his head.

He'd passed. Not just the test, but the rigorous standards of the love goddess herself. The lessons were finally done, and more than that, they had worked. He learned all the tricks a man could need, along with earning the experience necessary to use them.

He was finally — finally — ready.

His grin that formed didn't have a single thing to do with the naked goddess underneath him.