A Goddess.

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?"

"Mmm, you want my pussy, do you?" Aphrodite said airily, kissing Hercules' chest once more before taking his hand and leading him to a nearby bench. "I'm happy to show it off for you...but just brace yourself, for it may not be what you expect. As the goddess of sexual desire, I'm equipped with all means of pleasure." She knelt on the bench with her back to the Olympian and drew her robes back to reveal her bare little ass. She knelt forward, baring her hole to him. "There's my little pussy, Hercules...yours for the taking. On my front, you'll find my clit, should you decide to really drive me crazy while you conquer me..." She looked over her shoulder at him, her free hand finding her tiny cock, nestled in its golden cage between her legs.

The Emperor smirked as Aphrodite taunted him, and began to touch him over his robes. "Look at me, beautiful girl. I'm superior. I'm leader of the most impressive city in the known world," he grinned, "and my body is fucking amazing. You already can't keep your hands off of me, can you?"

Aphrodite at first wanted to chastise the emperor for calling her a girl - for she was so, so much more than that, and as a ruler of the mortal world, he should know to revere the gods with more respect than that; but, of course, there was the fact that he made her weak in the knees, and he damn well knew it. The goddess of sexual love couldn't deny her feelings; in fact, it was by design that she followed them. "And I, the goddess of the impulses that make some of your impressiveness so obvious to your admirers." She commented, her hands reaching for his hardness over his robes, moaning when she found it. She blushed prettily, her other hand still worshipping his muscular chest. "As for your body...I cannot deny how drawn I am to it... It rivals that of the Gods, emperor..." She moaned, her lashes fluttering up at him. "Show it off for me... Make me tremble before your mortal power." Aphrodite was begging at this point, and she felt no shame.

"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.

"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…”

"The Gods tremble before me and my power," the Emperor smirked at Aphrodite, and licked his lips as she touched his chest. "I might be a mortal, but I'm sure I can get a certain God to tremble on her knees right now, what do you think?"

“We do?” Aphrodite asked sweetly, her eyes narrowing at the emperor for his indignation in the face of a literal goddess like herself, even though she couldn’t deny the way his confidence stirred something within her. “Funny. Go ahead then, mighty emperor. Do whatever you think will have me trembling before you. We’ll see if you’re really as powerful as you claim.” Her dainty hands, situated on the swell of the mortal’s chest flexed, her nails raking at his solid form over the fabric of his robes. The feeling of such hard-earned strength stirred her even more but she maintained her composure, wanting - no, needing the mortal man to prove his worth before she fell to her knees in worship.