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Title: {ASSM} Devotion to Aphrodite (Bradley Stoke) (MF FF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MF FF
Short Summary: Diana serves as a temple prostitute in Ancient Smyrna.
Story: Devotion to Aphrodite (5,548 words)
Diana is a prostitute in the temple of Aphrodite and sincerely believes
in the value of her service to the goddess. But when her friend Andromeda
adopts the new religion of Christianity, Diana's faith is also shaken.
For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www
Devotion to Aphrodite
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The legionnaire was very hairy. The hair on his broad back
was long enough for Diana to get her fingers tangled right
inside. But at least he spoke Greek. Of a sort. Not like the
Roman centurion who'd fucked Diana for so long just a
couple of hours ago. He'd spoken Vulgar Latin and some
words of Aramaic from where he'd been stationed before
being relocated to Smyrna. But even though she could
hardly understand half what he said, he'd been a pretty
good fuck. The sort that reminded Diana of why she'd
chosen to dedicate herself to the service of Aphrodite. Or
'Venus' as the Roman had called the divine goddess.
Typical of the Romans. They steal your religion and then
they rename all the Gods. But at least they hadn't
abandoned the true Gods like some people in the city had
done.
The legionnaire's cock was thick and hairy and a kind of
olive colour just like the rest of him. The glans had a small
kink in it, but Diana licked it and watched as it became
hard and shiny. She leaned over and dipped her fingers into
a tub of olive oil, while her tongue nibbled and chewed at
the scrotum, which tightened as his cock got larger. Then
she pulled it out of her mouth and sat up. She smeared the
olive oil all over the cock and testicles. And as she did so,
she intoned a prayer to the Divine Aphrodite. This was
standard procedure for a temple prostitute, and one way
that distinguished her from the common prostitutes she so
despised: who sold their bodies not for the greatest service
of the gods, and in particular for the Divine Goddess
Aphrodite, but for their own selfish pecuniary gain. And,
furthermore, as was obvious when you saw these sorry
creatures as they loitered outside the hovels where they
provided their services, these women had none of the style,
expertise or even the looks of a temple prostitute. No
wonder the Temple of Aphrodite felt able to charge its
services at a premium rate.
After the prayers were done, Diana poured sands into the
uppermost of two conical vessels, so that the grains would
slowly drop out into the vessel below through the small
hole at its base and mark the passing of the time for which
the legionnaire had paid for Diana's service. As was her
duty to the Divine Goddess she would ensure that the
legionnaire would benefit from the arts of Aphrodite as
taught her by the other temple prostitutes and which further
distinguished a temple prostitute from the common sort
that the legionnaire could so much more easily afford.
However dedicated as Diana was to her craft, as her mouth
closed over the tip of the legionnaire's penis, and she
sucked in her cheeks, while slopping her tongue beneath
the thick weight of the penis's girth, she could still
contemplate the monetary worth of her endeavours. Not
that one prostitute received more wealth in the temple than
any other. Her services were for the good of the temple,
which would safeguard not only the upkeep of the icons
and statues, but also the long-term welfare of those older
prostitutes who were no longer able to work in such a
physical capacity. And the welfare of the children who
were the fruit of the prostitutes' endeavours and who had to
be cared for before they were old enough to be sold as
indentured servants or, if they were female, to work as
prostitutes in the temple.
The legionnaire's cock was soon at its maximum size, and
there was still much more than half the volume of sand to
go. Diana didn't want the legionnaire to be disappointed by
too brief a love-making, but she sensed that he was very
keen to enter her vagina, which was scented and perfumed
according to the rituals, her pubic hair combed and plaited,
and a ceremonial bronze ring threaded through her clitoris.
She leaned on her back. This was a legionnaire who had
undoubtedly raped and pillaged in the service of the empire
and had learnt some bad habits with regard to how best to
treat a woman. He pushed Diana's legs apart rudely, with
his erect penis above him, and then plunged it straight into
her without any more ceremony. Diana had got rather used
to that. Soldiers were a rough lot, and those who'd come
back from the furthest borders of the empire, where
maltreatment and rape of captured women was common
practice, were usually the worst. But Diana was a
professional in the service of her Goddess and her role was
to satisfy the man's lust, not to comment on his roughness.
Clearly, the way he was going, it'd all be over well before
half the sands were gone.
Diana applied her skills to slow down and extend the
legionnaire's passion, avoiding his slobbery kisses on her
cheeks and face (that wasn't part of the transaction!), and
gripping his flobby, hairy buttocks in her hands. The
inflation that was rife throughout the empire meant that the
legionnaire was going to pay rather more sestertii for her
services than he would have done a couple of years earlier
when his legion was last in Smyrna. But Diana knew that
those sestertii bought rather fewer goods in the market than
the fee a few years earlier would have done. All was not
well in the empire, as the soldiers would so often tell her,
despite the assurances of the local officials who'd have her
believe that nothing could injure the Empire under the wise
governance of the Emperor. There were so many pagans
and barbarians attacking the borders of civilisation, people
who worshipped Gods other than those who reigned from
Mount Olympus. There were the Goths, the Huns and the
Persians. And the pagans tolerated inside the very borders
of the empire, who sought to overthrow the divine order
from within. How could the empire survive if its very
spiritual basis was threatened?
"Now your arse!" grunted the legionnaire, pulling his still
erect penis out of Diana's vagina.
"By the Great Goddess, no!" Diana responded. "I'm not a
common whore. And you're not in a heathen land where
barbarians are so depraved that they cannot tell apart a boy
from a girl. Aphrodite has granted men and women the
bounty of love, and she has decreed that it is to be done in
the right and proper way. If you wish to besmirch your
penis in an unclean receptacle then there are many sluts at
the forum or the amphitheatre who will be pleased to help."
The legionnaire looked put out. He'd clearly forgotten that
he was in a temple and that due respect needed to be given
to its servants. "Forgive me, sister. I forgot myself. You're
right. In the border land of Britain where the Pictish
barbarians are massed, there is indeed no true decency. I
have fucked many a pagan woman's arse, and, yes, I admit,
a pagan man's too. I have not yet adjusted to civilised life.
May I be permitted to re-enter the receptacle of Aphrodite's
benison?"
Diana smiled. This legionnaire wasn't so rough and ill
mannered after all. "Yes, of course, but first I shall lick
your manhood again. It has lost some of the edge of its
fervour."
Today was not an especially busy day. There were no
festivals being celebrated. No public holidays. The soldiers
in the city had arrived several weeks earlier and had learnt
to be less free with their sestertii than they had earlier been.
Days such as this were days of rest and recuperation for
Diana. Less than a handful of men to service. She felt that
the goddess Aphrodite had hardly been properly served
today, and so when more than an hour had passed since the
legionnaire had departed, Diana took leave of her chamber
and entered the main body of the temple to pray to the
goddess she served.
She entered the temple naked, as all servants of Aphrodite
had to be within its hallowed walls. It would not be right to
deny the worshippers of the Goddess of Love the sight of
the object of love's devotion. Clothes were denied the
temple prostitutes, except on those rare occasions when
they should leave the temple estate. In fact, it was this very
presence of clothing on Andromeda that alerted Diana that
something had changed for her closest friend.
Diana bowed to the marble statue of Aphrodite that graced
the temple, the Venus of Smyrna as the Romans called it. It
was not much larger than an ordinary woman and it had the
perfect proportions of the great goddess. The straight nose.
The womanly bosom. The full buttocks. Diana sighed. If
only her body was more like the Aphrodisiac ideal. Instead
of being so very thin. To look at her slender thighs, no one
could have imagined Diana as a woman of childbearing
capability ? even though she had borne two children for the
service of the Great Goddess who were being cared for by
the elderly temple matrons.
She had intended to masturbate in front of the great statue,
thereby demonstrating the extent of her devotion and how
much she loved the Goddess. She had always believed that
it was necessary to worship Aphrodite in this traditional
manner as often as one could, and then smear the juice of
her passion, which would ease out of her vagina, onto the
ceremonial candles so that they would burn with the scent
of her sex. When masturbating, Diana would fantasise
about the goddess Aphrodite coming down from Mount
Olympus to be with her, as the gods were wont to
occasionally do. And then she would take Diana as Zeus
had with Leda and Europa, and the two would make wild
sapphic love. Aphrodite's tongue deep in her vagina, while
she would worship the labial folds of the great goddess.
That would be the greatest honour for any servant of a
deity. Sometimes she fantasised that Aphrodite had
perhaps already come to her. Maybe in the guise of one of
her clients. Or in the guise of one of the other temple
prostitutes with whom she so often made love. She hoped,
however, that she would not be as mischievous as the
Father of the Gods, Zeus himself, and come as a swan or a
bull. This was a habit of the Olympians that Diana couldn't
really understand or appreciate.
But such devotion was not to be. She felt that before
offering her juices to Aphrodite, she should learn why
Andromeda had so chosen to disregard the spirit of the
great goddess and enter her temple in clothes, and such
modest clothes too. Diana wasn't sure she'd ever seen
Andromeda in clothing before. All the time they spent
together in the temple, ever since they were children and
Andromeda had joined the temple after the unfortunate
death of her parents in a plague, giggling together, playing
games together, making love together, not once could
Diana recall a time when she'd seen Andromeda cover her
flesh. And such a shame to hide her beautiful body! The
only body other than that of Aphrodite that Diana had truly
loved with passion and emotion. Those full womanly
breasts, the large thighs, the rounded folds of motherly
flesh, the delicate fingers and toes; surely blessed by
Aphrodite herself so as to provide her with better service in
her duties to the temple.
And where were those breasts and that darling vagina now?
Hidden under a dress that came down nearly to her ankles,
and showed only the glimpse of her bosom. Her hair was
tied back with a hairpin, and she carried a basket under her
bared arm. Diana recalled their last lovemaking, just days
before. There had been no hint then that Andromeda
should so soon dishonour the reputation of the goddess of
love. Indeed it was to love that she and Diana were the
most true servants at that occasion. Truly, Cupid's arrow
had been shot with great accuracy that day. Diana sighed as
she recalled the rich sour odours of Andromeda's cunt. Her
own vagina became slightly itchy and moist at the very
recollection.
"Andromeda!" she called out in an urgent hiss. "Quickly!
Take off your clothes! You don't want the temple mother to
know of your discourtesy to the Great Goddess!"
Andromeda looked away from the mural on the wall,
which depicted one of the triumphs of Aphrodite's passion
over those who would deny the potency of her love. It was
a mural that Diana and she had studied for many hours,
tracing the details of the erect penises as they penetrated
the virgins who had denied the services of Aphrodite for
the sake of their selfish devotion to chastity. Why would
Andromeda find such a painting so very fascinating today?
"Diana!" laughed Andromeda. "You haven't heard? I spoke
to the temple mother just a couple of days ago. As of today,
I am no longer a servant of the goddess Aphrodite."
Diana wasn't sure she'd heard right. She gasped, and
walked backwards into a huge candle, the very one she
intended to anoint with her vaginal juices.
"So, the mother hasn't spoken. It's true! I am no longer a
temple prostitute. I no longer serve Aphrodite."
Diana gathered her wits about her. Defections from the
temple were not unknown. Sisters sometimes left to marry
their clients. Sometimes, though this was less often, they
left because they no longer felt able to offer their body for
sexual gratification perhaps as much as a dozen times a
day. "Why? Why?"
"Because I no longer follow the goddess. She is no longer
the one whom I serve. I have become a Christian."
"A Christian!" This was the worst news possible.
Andromeda's soul was now lost. She would descend to the
region of Hades, as did all unbelievers, destined to suffer
eternal torment. "It's not too late, Andromeda. The goddess
Aphrodite is forgiving and merciful. She can see that you
are misled. She will allow you back into the fold. Please,
Andromeda! Divest yourself of your clothes and return
again to the service of the Goddess who so loves and cares
for you!"
"Diana!" laughed Andromeda. "You don't understand. I
have converted. I have been baptised in the name of God,
the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. I have chosen to
follow the dictates of the one true God, who is so Merciful
that his own Son died so that our souls may be saved."
"Andromeda. Andromeda. This is profanity most foul. And
spoken within the sacred confines of the great temple of
Aphrodite. How has this happened? How have you been
tempted away from the only true way? How have you
become a pagan?"
Andromeda laughed again. She leaned out and placed her
hand on Diana's bare shoulder, reminding her again of the
passion they had shared so recently. She hoped that
perhaps her love would persuade Andromeda to return to
the service of Aphrodite and forget about this nonsense
that the people of the sign of the fish had spread. Rue the
day that the emperors had become so soft and tolerant that
they permitted these pagans to spread their faith amongst
the devout!
"Diana. It is you who is misled. I have heard the bishops
and vicars of Christ speak. I have even seen the great
patriarch of Smyrna himself. The true way is the way of
Jesus Christ. He who is the Light and the Way. He who is
Alpha and Omega." Andromeda made the sign of Alpha in
the air, which looked so much like the shape of a fish. "I
have struggled for many years with my faith. I have often
thought that the religion of our Hellenic forebears has lost
its way. It has been perverted by the Romans, who even
assigned deity to their emperors, and it no longer carries its
old authority."
"But Christianity? Does it not come from the Semitic
nations of the Desert? The people of Palestine, Samaria
and Assyria. How can a god worshipped by those savages
be a god for civilised people?"
"Have you not heard? It is rumoured that even some of the
senators in Rome may be Christian. And very many people
throughout the Empire have been converted. With the
momentum of so many conversions, it is surely only time
until the Roman Empire becomes a Christian Empire."
Diana didn't want to hear more. All she could think of was
the eternal suffering that her dearest Andromeda would
suffer. Her genitals would be torn from her. Hot irons
would brand her flesh. She would be lost forever on the
further shores of the Styx. She pulled Andromeda to her
naked body, feeling the unfamiliar cloth against her skin,
and wept on her shoulder. Andromeda held her close to her
bosom and kissed her full on the mouth. Diana responded
eagerly. She grasped Andromeda's head in her hands and
pulled her face to hers, to smother her with kisses and
tears, in the hope that she could seduce her close friend and
in this way encourage her to make love in the temple. To
take off her hated clothes and to stretch out on the rush
mats on the temple floor, and to put out the fire of burning
passion that was inflaming her cunt. If she could just get
her tongue to her friend's clitoris under the watchful eye of
the statue of Aphrodite, then perhaps Andromeda would
see the error of her ways and return to the Aphrodisiac
fold.
But Andromeda was too strong. "Not here, Diana. Perhaps
tonight. Please visit me in my new home and we can make
love there."
"What? Leave the confines of the temple?"
"Why not? You're not a prisoner. I'm sure you can borrow a
gown so that you can walk the city streets without being
molested by the brutish soldiers garrisoned within the city
walls. Please, Diana. And then we not only can make love.
Again. We can talk together."
Diana nodded. Her hope was that she might persuade
Andromeda to abandon her newfound obsession and return
to the service of Aphrodite. And it was this hope that she
took with her, not long after Andromeda quit the temple,
her shapely ankles only just visible under the confining
length of her dress. And this was the hope that she
presented to the great temple mother when she asked for
consent to see her past lover.
Agatha, the temple mother, was very understanding but
also very sorrowful. "We are truly sad to lose Andromeda.
She has been a good servant to the temple. She has brought
in many sestertii to our cause. Although she has not blessed
the temple with her own children, she has blessed it with
her love. I was very unhappy when she told me that she
would be leaving. I shall pray to Aphrodite for her soul."
Diana nodded. "I have been masturbating in front of the
statue of the Great Goddess for over an hour, asking that
she should be saved."
Agatha smiled understandingly. She was an old woman, a
grandmother, perhaps nearly fifty years old, her skin tight
and crinkled, her naked breasts now drooping rather than
full and firm. But Diana loved her, as it was her duty to
love those sisters who had served the goddess Aphrodite
for more than a generation. She knelt down in front of
Agatha and demonstrated her love by licking, sucking and
chewing the lips and clitoris and folds of her vagina. An
old woman's vagina was slack, and the hair was coarse, and
may no longer offer proof of fecundity once in the lunar
cycle, but this vagina belonged to the temple mother and
for that reason Diana sincerely loved it. She hoped that one
day she might become the temple mother, and then she too
could receive the tongue and lips of the sisters when they
came to speak with her.
When Agatha was satisfied by Diana's tongue, she bade her
go, but advised her that she would almost certainly be
unsuccessful in her hope that she may be able to save
Andromeda's soul. "These Christians. They are a persistent
lot. They love to make martyrs of themselves so as to gain
sympathy. They practise the strangest rituals where they
pretend to eat human flesh and drink human blood. They
have initiation ceremonies where they pretend to drown
each other. But despite their strangeness and their denial of
the Olympian gods, their faith continues to grow. I fear that
one day they may even threaten the temples of the true
gods."
"Surely, that cannot be! Zeus would strike them dead with
bolts of divine thunder. Heracles would return from
Olympus to kill the pagans with his lion's jaw."
Agatha sighed. "I hope you are right. I do so hope you are
right. But not all is well in the empire. Even the Romans
may choose to abandon their spiritual traditions. I fear that
these Christians are as much a threat to the empire's future
as the Huns, Goths and Vandals that amass at the empire's
borders."
The streets and avenues leading to Andromeda's new home
were dark and unfamiliar. It had been a long time since
Diana had last ventured so far from the temple. She strode
in the centre of the road, dodging the donkeys and oxen-
carts that carried out the commerce of the city of Smyrna,
seeing the men who stood by the taverns and stalls not as
potential customers, but as possible threats. She was glad
that the gown she wore hid her breasts and crotch so well.
She didn't wish to attract a man's attention unless he was to
pay for it. And the only right and proper place for that was
in the temple.
And when, at last, Diana was outside the hovel that
Andromeda had described as hers, she was shocked. It was
just a single room whose door was no more than a woollen
blanket. And around her were many idle men, but also
women, who, Diana could see from their painted faces and
bare breasts, were the common sort of whore that she
abhorred. But it was one of these sluts she had to ask
which one of the rundown clay and wattle buildings housed
Andromeda.
"Oh the new girl? The posh one from the temple. The cunt
who's taking my custom. I hope you're taking her back with
you. We don't want her here."
Diana smiled as politely as she could at the woman. She
must be almost forty. No wonder she had to wear such
thick paint over her face. And her breasts were cracked and
leathery after years of exposure to the sun. But surely she
wasn't suggesting that her beloved Andromeda had become
a common whore herself. How obscene! But Diana's
abhorrence wasn't any lessened when she entered the room
that the whore had indicated, and saw her lover. But not by
herself. She was stretched out on the straw mattress while a
squat balding man plied away at her, his cock deep within
her anus.
Diana gasped. She had often seen Andromeda with men. It
was normal for temple prostitutes to see each other in such
company. Often she and Andromeda had served the
wealthier clients of more adventurous habits as a couple,
taking joy from making love to each other as well as taking
joint responsibility for their client's passion. But to see
Andromeda serving a client outside the temple, and, what's
worse, permitting her unclean orifice to be taken as a
channel of love? This was surely too much!
Andromeda grinned at Diana as she came in, with that old
friendly smile of hers that the girls had exchanged over the
years, while not breaking at all into her gasps and moans as
she urgently pushed her buttocks up and down on the bald
man's cock. He also noticed Diana standing there, but
judging that she had not come to also satisfy his lust, he
only nodded at her, and then returned to his thrusting.
At least Andromeda wasn't wearing any clothes, Diana
reflected. Although, seeing as she wasn't in the temple and
was now a common prostitute, was that now a good thing
or a bad thing? And Diana was fascinated to see how
relatively large Andromeda's anus was. She'd never thought
that it could so easily accommodate such a big fat thing as
a cock. After all, it was not Aphrodite who had blessed
women with an anus. If that were so then it would not have
been a feature shared by men. And when the bald man
withdrew his fat thick penis, a trail of creamy viscous
sperm trailing from its glans to the orifice it had been
pounding so vigorously, Diana was fascinated to see how
the anus had become so wide and round, with a trail of
semen drooping down to tangle in the hairs of her vagina.
Diana guessed from the ease by which Andromeda had
admitted the organ that she may have been tempted by the
pleadings of some of the temple clients to permit them a
license not normally sanctioned within a sacred temple.
Andromeda's client soon left, leaving her with a handful of
coins on the faces of which was the clear head of the
emperor. Diana eased off her dress as soon as she was sure
that he had gone, and leaned down lengthways besides her
lover. Andromeda kissed her tenderly on the lips and didn't
seem at all put out that Diana didn't immediately
commence making love with her. When they lived together
in the temple, they would normally have already slumped
into the slippery, sweaty heap of passion, so great had been
their mutual love. Instead now, Diana was content to lay on
her back with one arm around Andromeda's bare back,
while her lover leaned over her and stroked her nipples.
"I can't lie, Andromeda. I came here in the hope of
persuading you to return to the true faith. But now I've seen
the horrors to which you have allowed yourself to descend,
I'm not sure that you may not already beyond saving. You
have not only become a Christian, which defies the natural
order, you have also become a common whore. Is this how
it is in your new religion? Do women who serve Christ
also sell themselves in such a demeaning way? Proffering
their arses to any pervert who wishes to take them?"
Diana laughed. "Don't confuse my profession with the
religion I profess. I had no choice when I left the temple
but to become a whore. But one who works for herself. Not
for the upkeep of a huge marble temple. But my faith is a
separate issue. I left the temple not because I no longer
wished to make a living by having sex with strangers, but
because I truly believe in Jesus Christ."
"So you work for yourself, now? You have sex for money?
Not as a service to the great goddess Aphrodite?"
"I always did have sex for money, Diana. How else could I
have afforded to leave the temple? Don't say you don't also
make money by offering satisfaction to the clients outside
of the normal remit?"
"Like anal sex? No. Never."
Andromeda laughed. "You're such a prude, Diana! You
really do believe in Aphrodite!"
"Of course. As so did you. Until recently."
"I'm not sure that's true. I don't think I really believed in
anything before now. But Jesus Christ is a god who
forgives and condones. He feasts with prostitutes and
moneylenders. One of his disciples, Mary Magdalene, it is
said, was a common prostitute. But there are so many
different stories of Jesus Christ. Some people say that He
believes in chastity and virginity. That He Himself was a
virgin until He died. I can't believe that! He was a man, so
He must have had sex. Someone should gather all these
different stories together in one book so that people can
agree on who is the real Jesus Christ. And what He taught."
"So what did he teach? I heard he was some kind of doctor
or something."
"He performed miracles. He turned water into wine. He fed
a multitude on a single fish. He brought people back from
the dead. And He even came back from the dead Himself."
"That's nothing! The gods performed much greater
miracles than that. Zeus throws thunderbolts. Apollo
carries the Sun on a chariot. Athena brought wisdom to the
world. Aphrodite brings love, the greatest of all virtues."
"But, Diana, I don't believe that stuff. It just seems like
myth. Fairy Tales. Legends. Where are the centaurs, fauns
and dryads of your faith? The Roman Empire stretches to
the limits of civilisation and yet no one has found the gods
on the top of Mount Olympus or navigated the River Styx
or even found the places mentioned in the epic poetry of
Homer and Virgil. I don't believe all that. But Christianity
has the ring of authenticity. It's about ordinary people, not
kings and queens, tyrants and monsters. And it's hardly two
hundred years since Jesus Christ lived and died. Not
thousands of years ago, like Heracles and Theseus and
Odysseus. And the message of Christianity is forgiveness.
If you agree to follow the Christian religion, then whatever
you do, however bad your crimes, you will be forgiven,
and go to Paradise. Do you think Aphrodite can do that?"
"That's not fair. Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love. If you
serve her, she will protect you both in this life and the
next."
"Oh, Diana. Do you really believe in Aphrodite? Do you
really think that there is a family of deities who bicker
amongst themselves but also have the time to help people
who serve them? What happens when, like Paris, you serve
the wrong god and lose out in the cosmic politics? With
Jesus Christ I know that if I am baptised, if I confess my
sins, and if I attend religious services, I shall go to
Heaven."
"But what are these religious services? I've heard that
Christians are cannibals and eat human flesh and drink
human blood."
"That's the mystery of Christ. Transubstantiation. Anyway,
that's what the priest says. So come on, Diana. Can't you
see that your faith is misled and that the true faith is that of
Jesus Christ? After all, there are so many Christians in the
Empire now, that Christ may indeed have already
triumphed."
At that moment Diana didn't feel so confident in her
beliefs. But as she nestled in against Andromeda's body,
she found that however much she might start doubting the
substance of her faith, she was becoming more and more
certain of its spirit. She worshipped the Goddess of Love,
and whether she could be sure of its historical veracity,
which was surely the proper matter for debate by the
scholars, she knew that she believed in love itself.
And here in Andromeda was the object of her love. As it
had been for so many years. And so it was to be again that
night and through to the early morning. The two girls soon
bowed to the urgency of their physical passion: Diana for
the softness and smoothness of Andromeda's womanly
body and Andromeda for her lover's more slender, almost
adolescent frame. Diana's mouth and lips ventured again to
Andromeda's cunt, taking those lips again in her teeth, her
tongue deep inside the slightly roughened flesh of her
vulva, while her nostrils luxuriated again in that rich sour
taste she so loved. While her own vagina was lapped and
licked and soaked by Andromeda's tongue, her vaginal
juices mixed with her lover's saliva.
But in amongst the saltiness of the sweat and saliva, and
the pungency of the sexual juices, and the odour of
passion, as the two girls' bodies slid over and about each
other, there was also the trace of Diana's tears. She knew
now that although she served the Goddess of Love, that
very service that she so deeply believed in would now
mean that she would be parted from the object of her love.
Much as she enjoyed her sex with her clients, and enjoyed
her lovemaking with the other temple prostitutes, and
would joyfully service the temple mother as often as was
required, nobody in her life had given her the passion and
depth of love that Andromeda had given her. And she felt
sure that nobody had ever received the intensity of love
that Diana was giving to Andromeda.
And now, for the love of the Goddess of Love, she would
now be parted from the object of her love. It saddened her
so much to know that her darling Andromeda was now a
pagan and a common whore, and who would be destined
for an eternity at the pleasure of Hades. But Diana had her
beliefs. They were sincerely and profoundly felt. And
nothing would part her from her faith. Not even the love of
another woman.
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