It was no secret; beautiful people ruled the world. Simply because mortals worshiped and coveted beauty just as they did immortality... maybe they longed more for the former.

On a night to honor love, they would be blessed by the presence of the greatness of both; immortality and beauty.

Adris watched Aphrodite's round breasts rise with her arching back.
From where he knelt over of his lover, he could see everything she did.
Just as she intended.

The fair-headed darling in Adris' grasp screamed as his fingers rubbed her clit in consistent circular motions, keeping her squirming and at his mercy.

In the dimly lit room, it wasn't difficult to imagine she resemble the goddess of beauty.
He kissed the place between her breast and continuing his onslaught on her senses.
She wouldn't be heard over the several naked bodies fucking in the darkened hall of the Aphrodite's temple.

Slender fingers gripped his penis and stroked him till he spilled his seed all over her belly. Still, he was ready again only moments later, easing into the slick folds of her sobbing cunt.

Pushing herself by the hands, she lifted off the stone floor and held on to Adris' powerful thrust.
Laughter, sweat, cries, and pleasure were a tantalizing mix, which further intoxicated the thick air of sex in the hall.

Another young man with an enthralling gaze and a fondness for fucking his partners in the ass joined the two.

Their blond lover dug her nails into Adris' back, filled with both the pleasure and the pain of being filled in both places. Her head fell back with a mad grin on her face, testament to the aphrodisiac rampaging through every single one of them. Pleasure like nothing mortals have felt. The courtesy of his friend Eros, who watched from the high banister.

Screams pregnant with ecstasy and orgasms echoed the halls, the ripples of a few Adris felt in his dick.
His lover was poised for her fifth when soft hands pried him from her.

The depth of ocean blue irises rendered him like a man lost in Poseidon's great seas, while his heart was a scattered mirage of its former glory.

"Is it my turn to be graced by you?" He asked the goddess.
She smiled, dazzling countless hearts that dared stray her way.
Her lips were the shade of red berries, while her golden hair shone brighter than any in the hall.
Her nipples rose to greet the full moon on her round, even breast which rested above a flat plane of her stomach.
Adris' palms itched to touch her.
She was the epitome of perfection, and she knew it.

"You sound bitter, Dris."

Did he? Was the idea of other men inside Deedee make him bitter when she'd told him several times that she could never belong to one man or god.
He knew better than to envy her lovers. He had learned that lesson well, centuries into being her friend, confidante and lover- one of a privileged many.

So he laughed.

Adris joined his partners once again and checked to see if Aphrodite still watched him.
He smirked at her bored expression. She wasn't a patient one.

"Come with me?" She asked sweetly, reaching out to him.

His cock twitched as he reached his coming. He pulled out before he fathered any bastards.
He wiped himself with a discarded dress and watched Aphrodite's small, tight buttocks sway away. He could look all day, but his cock would kill him.

The secluded area was brighter with the naked moon in the star speckled cover of night sky.
Fragrant petals floated in through the opened doors and windows, likely Aphrodite's doing.

"She was a beauty." She spoke, touching his chest from behind.

"Inside and out." He joked as he brought Aphrodite to stand before him by her tight ass.

With both cheeks in both hands, Adris massaged them, occasionally dipping his fingers between the slit of her ass and her wet pussy.
She was slick with her arousal, and he salivated just thinking about eating her out.

Her fingers found his hair and buried themselves into the thick light curls.

They tasted wine and lust on their tongues and the heated kiss turned towards feverish heights.
Adris stuck four fingers in her, adding the fifth with her knees buckled.

He splayed her, ass up on the soft day bed, and let his mouth feast with his tongue leading the fucking sensations.

She moaned into the bed. Though muffled, he heard the long sound, and he knew it was time.
Burying himself to the hilt, he sheathed his cock into her in a single thrust, propelling the bed into the wall before them.
The staccato of wood on the wall coupled with the cries of lovers was a sound of magic on the night meant to honor love and its delicious gifts.
The party would continue until the morning sun chased away all lunacy, then the night would be the greatest dream in their mortal lives.
When they awoke, the gods wouldn't be there.