"By the Gods, scum! The lot of you!" The Emperor declared as he walked regally through the room. "If we were still in Rome, I'd have you all fed to the lions."
"Do you think it wise to take the Gods' names in vain when you're in the presence of a few of them, Emperor?" Aphrodite stated in a soft, feminine voice, practically gliding towards the imposing man to rest a hand on his broad chest. "While you look quite godly, I must remind you that you're a mortal. Leave punishments of that nature to the immortal deities, Sir. We'll carry them out properly."
"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.
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?"
