Hercules

"Anytime, for my sweet Aphrodite," Hercules smiled, as she touched his chest. "You know me, Aphrodite. I'm truthful. If I say you're pretty, then that's exactly what you are," he grinned, and then groaned as she raked her nails down his impressive chest. "Oh, I am, but the mortals can't worship me like a Goddess can," he chuckled with a teasing tone.

"Truer words have seldom been uttered, Hercules..." Aphrodite responded breathlessly at his insinuation. "Would you like me to prove that sentiment?" She asked desperately, leaning forward to lick a light, teasing stripe across Hercules' chest, her tiny hands grasping his thick arms for support.

Hercules grinned, and licked his lips as he looked down at Aphrodite. "I would love to see you prove that sentiment, beautiful," he smiled at the Goddess. "Such a good girl. How about you show off that pussy for me?"

Hercules grinned as Ken got on his knees so eagerly. The innocent way the guy looked up at him, and clearly drooling over his body, turned him on so much. His clothes didn't do much to hide his arousal at all. "Does it?" Hercules teased, before he eased his dick out and gripped the base. "How's it all looking now?"

Ken gasped as Hercules pulled his cock from its confines, casting a virtual shadow over Ken's face. "Intimidating." He responded immediately, going with the first word that came to mind. "But so...so hot." Ken gulped and sat up on his knees, his face mere centimeters from the god's length. "Do you let good boys taste you? Any part of you? All of you? I just...want whatever you'll let me have."

Hercules smirked cockily as Ken gulped, and he couldn't help but press the tip of his cock against the eager boy's cheek. "I love to let good boys taste me, but if you're really a good boy, you're going to ask me very nicely for what you want, aren't you?"

"Aphrodite!" Hercules exclaimed, and grinned as she spoke in such a sexy tone. "I bet they would, those scoundrels. But don't worry, Hercules will keep you safe from anyone that would seek to do you harm," he smirked cockily. "Aren't you a pretty Goddess, though?"

“Thank you, Hercules. I knew I could count on you…” Aphrodite leaned forward, ghosting her lips against his neck, her one hand running shamelessly up and over his muscular chest admirably, trying to maintain her composure despite how swoon-worthy her fellow Olympian was. “Why, thank you… Mortals compliment my beauty all the time, but it actually means something coming from someone as gorgeous as yourself.” Aphrodite responded in a silky, sultry tone. Her nails raked down Hercules’ big chest in reverence, then moved to the swell of his bicep. “These arms…they’re bigger than my waist! You’re a God if there ever was one, Hercules. I hope you’re being worshipped appropriately by all the mortals here tonight…”

"Anytime, for my sweet Aphrodite," Hercules smiled, as she touched his chest. "You know me, Aphrodite. I'm truthful. If I say you're pretty, then that's exactly what you are," he grinned, and then groaned as she raked her nails down his impressive chest. "Oh, I am, but the mortals can't worship me like a Goddess can," he chuckled with a teasing tone.

Hercules smiled as Ken blushed, and he slowly nodded his head. "I'm sure you can be a good little boy for anyone, but I'd be honoured to have a sweet boy like you belong to me," he grinned. "Why don't you show me what a good boy you are, and get on your knees for me?"

Ken nodded enthusiastically and quickly dropped to his knees in front of the literal God. “Like this?” He asked, his voice sweet as sugar and his lashes batting up with an air of feigned innocence. “Gosh, your uhh…outfit look really, really good from down here.” Ken commented, his eyes roaming over Hercules’ solid abs, his big, thick pecs and broad shoulders - basically everything but the outfit in question, and he had a feeling Hercules knew exactly what he was actually drooling over.

Hercules grinned as Ken got on his knees so eagerly. The innocent way the guy looked up at him, and clearly drooling over his body, turned him on so much. His clothes didn't do much to hide his arousal at all. "Does it?" Hercules teased, before he eased his dick out and gripped the base. "How's it all looking now?"

Hercules smiled as Ken blushed, and he slowly nodded his head. "I'm sure you can be a good little boy for anyone, but I'd be honoured to have a sweet boy like you belong to me," he grinned. "Why don't you show me what a good boy you are, and get on your knees for me?"

"Hercules!" Aphrodite called in her melodic, sing-song voice, gliding towards him from across the hall. "Oh, it's so good to see you..." She said in a sultry tone, her eyes drinking in every inch of his jaw-dropping body. "I was so worried I'd be the only Olympician here. You know how many would love to take advantage of the goddess of physical love..." She said, intentionally clutching Hercules' brawny shoulders and glancing around the room. "I feel much, much safer with you here, though..." She added, boldly pressing a kiss to his shoulder and clinging to his muscular body, her hands rubbing affectionately across his upper back. @herculesatthemasquerade

"Aphrodite!" Hercules exclaimed, and grinned as she spoke in such a sexy tone. "I bet they would, those scoundrels. But don't worry, Hercules will keep you safe from anyone that would seek to do you harm," he smirked cockily. "Aren't you a pretty Goddess, though?"