Echoes of Olympus (Tangerine and Bombay)

[Tangerine]

The leather strips forming her skirt flared out as she strode across the stone floor. Her thighs tensed with her steps, calves rippling. Thank gods her toned legs once again didn't fail to carry her to the very peak of the world. Ascending Olympus was no easy task for mortals, but her discreet duty demanded it quite often as of late.

Placed upon her by Zeus, Elena’s job was a peculiar one. It was about giving the gods a slap on the wrist in his name and when he deemed necessary. Alright. It wasn't exactly on the wrist.

Why exactly the mighty king of the gods didn't do it himself? Well, it was a mystery why didn't these all powerful gods do everything themselves. Regardless, Elena didn't dare to question the divine orders. Besides, she didn't really hate seeing how wobbly these gods could get.

As a soldier, she knew well how to swing a blade, which naturally made her proficient with anything with a handle. The enchanted paddle dangling at her hip was no exception. Apart from that, she was also gifted with special bracers that provided her hands with the necessary might to make things, well, sore.

With her red cape pooling behind her, she finally entered the temple. The stone pillars she walked through at the entrance made her feel small. Well, smaller than five foot three. The stone walls surrounding the looming hall accentuated her footsteps. And they would do the same for other sounds as well.

“Aphrodite, the temptress of desire,” Elena knelt before the goddess. After lifting her gaze, she was quick to get to the point. “By decree of Zeus, you are to be held responsible for your late sins and face the penalty.”

[Bombay]

It’s always the same with her Daddy. She does something to upset him like messing with a mortal he’s been fraternizing with or not taking her job as the goddess of desire and beauty serious enough, he sends someone to punish her, she gives them what they want and she goes scot-free. Honestly, she has it down to a science by now. It’s only a pain when her Daddy sends another god to her doorstep and not a mortal, they’re much harder to persuade. But it seems like today is her lucky day.

The woman Zeus sent would pass by marble statues of the goddess, each showing off her generous curves and pristine body, and each showing off a different time in the goddess’ life. One showed her being carried by Ares, her hair effortlessly flowing as she was lifted. Another, showing the woman care for Eros, even her overseeing Paris and Helen’s unity.

But when the soldier finally stood before the throne room, she would find the seat was empty. There wasn’t a being in sight, but in earshot. For from a stray room, the soldier would hear a heavenly giggle chime through the halls.

Upon entering the halls he would be met with the goddess of love soaking in a steaming pool. Her maidens dressed in neat white togas either feeding the goddess sweet grapes or rubbing her back with oils. The goddess made a nice pillow for herself with her arms, her pearly blue eyes staring off in the distance as she was relaxing. The cool tile mixed with the warm waters was perfection. Her platinum blonde hair stuck to her pale, naked frame. Even if her body was submerged, the statues painted a pretty picture of the goddess. She could tell why this mortal was sent the second she entered. She’s not the first, she won’t be the last. “Yes, yes, penalty and whatnot. Come, we’ll have time to discuss my sentence later. You must be tired, why don’t you relax for a bit while my maidens fetch you something to eat and drink?” Aphrodite offered, her voice sweet like honey and soft like velvet. Her eyes batted as she welcomed the soldier to her waters.

[Tangerine]

Out of all the gods of Olympus, this one deserved it the most, she supposed. A good spanking that is. Yeah, it was a little biased to think so. Though it was probably true. Did she also have the roundest bottom? That would just dance better and bounce more intensely? No, this wasn't about that. The infamous allure of the goddess of love shouldn't give her extra motivation beyond the will of carrying out an order no different to many others she already had. Being a soldier, or a woman for that matter, didn't make
Elena immune to the goddess’ cunning though. So she had to be rather careful.

Especially for a mortal soldier, it was quite a sensual show to have Aphrodite lounging bare in her pool and pampered by her maidens. “As always, you are heart-pounding. Though, climbing a thousand stairs has already done that to me,” she said, standing at the pool. Her adamant training granted her the willpower to resist testing whether her gaze could pierce through the steam-misted water. Almost.

“Well I don't really drink on duty,” Elena claimed, acknowledging the maidens with a slight bow. She seemingly bowed another time then, dipping lower this time. It wasn't really a bow though. As she bent down, Elena undid her boots, slipping her feet out one after the other. She went ahead and sat on the edge of the pool, sliding the firm legs she bared into the water.

“I can't dare to have any fruit belonging to the gods either, no matter how juicy.” Considering the intense levels of temptation Aphrodite could muster, it was for the best to keep her distance for now. Otherwise, there was no guarantee she wouldn't be tempted into becoming another grape-feeding servant of the goddess. “They could fetch me some of that ointment for later use, however. So that I could give their mistress the comfort she might very well need following her punishment.”

[Bombay]

Here starts the time old tale of ‘cat and mouse’. Will the predator in power defeat the meek mouse, or will the mouse outsmart the cat and live another day? If she’s being honest, this is one of the reasons why Aphrodite seems to mess up so much and force her father’s hand. She loves the dance of trying to figure out how to get out of a punishment. It keeps her sharper than one of Artemis’ arrows and keener than the silver tongue of Hermes. Every being has their vice, she just needs to figure out what hers is.

“Climbing a thousand stairs is relaxing to you? Then clearly you have never soaked in such divine waters before. Come on in, I won’t bite…unless you’d like me to of course~” The goddess rolled over to look up at her punisher with a small grin twitching at the corners of her lips. “It’s the least I can do since you came all this way just to see me. You’re a guest after all”

“Oh, I have many beverages my maidens can provide. It doesn’t have to be wine but can be a simple cup of water chilled by Demeter herself blessed by one of my priestesses. If it’s good enough for me, surely it’s good enough for you. Plus, you must be hot under all that armor” Aphrodite added. Seeing the woman dip her feet in the pool made her smile wider. She’s getting somewhere, chipping at her one swing at a time.

Swimming over, she kept as much modesty, and mystery, as she could. Her hair flowing out like blonde streaks as she moved. “But juicy fruits are the best kind, you must admit. Especially the…forbidden ones~” Aphrodite said with a chirping giggle. Even if the soldier wants to keep her distance, Aphrodite wants to come closer. Grabbing the soldier’s foot from beneath the waters, her soft as satin hands began massaging it. Her fingers working every joint and muscle beneath the warm waters. “Mmmmmm…so much tension, so much stress. Tell me, what can I do to make it all go away?”

[Tangerine]

Had she been there merely to glimpse the goddess, well, she had seen quite a bit, despite the steam and the partial vailing of some wet blonde locks. However, that wasn't really the reason. “Being able to admire your charming visage is just a fortunate bonus to my visit,” Elena said. Flattery wasn't exactly her strong suit, but she tried anyway.

There wasn't anything particularly relaxing about climbing up all those stairs. Or exciting. The effort that it took to do so surely made her heart pound faster though. Aphrodite had other ways to achieve the same effect on her guests, of course. In that regard, Elena started another, figurative climb as the goddess decided to come closer. Love, it seemed, knew no shame, making her seem like a prude in comparison. “Oh?” She spontaneously decided to admire the ceiling. During the swim, as barely concealed details became more visible, she opted to avert her gaze.

The leather harness crossing over her chest ensured her linen tunic clung to her frame, improving the mobility. And it admittedly gave her relatively modest chest a bit of a lift as well. For the most part though, it was there to give her a soldier’s disciplined look. “Hot? Kinda. I guess?” She said, eyes bashful darting about. “I also don't have anything in it. As in, not wearing much else.” With anyone else, that would have been a solid excuse to keep her armour on. Which wasn't really armour, but still.

“Maybe I could lend you my cape?” She patted her shoulder, fingers searching for the clip that held the red garment in place. “To dry yourself. Since a wet posterior-huh?” Keeping her mind on duty and her attention undivided was awfully difficult when those silky fingers trailed over her submerged leg. Crossing blades with a Spartan would have been easier than dealing with this siren. Especially after that climb, it was lovely to have someone tending to her legs and feet, but that wasn't the point.

“No. It’s just fine.” Pulling it away from the sensual grip of the goddess’ soft fingers, Elena kept her leg stretched slightly to the side just above the water, droplets slowly sliding down her soaked skin. “See, completely normal and functional. But your amorous banter with mortals has been sparking a dysfunction in their fragile society.” Once her gaze met the goddess, it was dragged downwards by divine gravity. “And leaving them with confused priorities.” To obstruct her own sight, Elena raised her other knee, pressing it against Aphrodite’s upper chest. “Thus, you shall be held back from such practices by a sore bottom.”

[Bombay]

Seeing the woman look at the ceiling instead of her stunning visage made the goddess grin. This might be easier than she suspected, Elena is already cracking under the pressure. She just needs to push her a tad farther and she’ll be right where she wants her. Father dearest really needs to send stronger soldiers to fight his toughest battles. “I don’t see that as a problem, I’m also not wearing much~” The goddess chuckled. “Come, you cannot bathe in that and you know it. It’ll ruin the armor, and you’ll sink like a rock…although I wouldn’t mind performing a little…mouth to mouth if that happens~”

“Dry myself with a sweaty cape? I only dry myself with the finest silks, plus, I prefer to stay wet thank you very much” The goddess added with a wink. But, it seems like Elena is gaining some control over the situation when she pulled back. Scowling low, she squints her eyes at this soldier. She should have had her in her grasp by now, why is she resisting so much?

“Oh please, it was dysfunctional before I went down there. It’s not my fault they fawn for me so easily. If anything, I’m making them stronger and you know it” Aphrodite huffed and crossed her arms.

Staring back at her, soft lips curled into a pout looked back. Piercing pearl blue eyes searched the soldier looking for a weakness to end this game. Her bosom was underneath the steamy water, but even from the gentle ripples, one could see her generous figure.

When she felt the knee push against her chest, and breast, she knew this was her chance. If Elena wants to play with fire, she best be ready to get burnt. Crawling over the knee, Aphrodite’s wet bottom jiggled with each and every movement. The water shimmering off her pale body dripped back into the water creating little ripples. Her soft skin pressed against the strong legs as her breasts kissed the water below. “You could punish me…or you could have your way with me. Which seems more appealing~”

[Tangerine]

God knows, literally, what would be the punishment waiting for her if she were to fail her mission. At best, her own bum would be on the line, perhaps to be thoroughly instructed in the very task she failed. So, beyond the blind loyalty she held for her job, the fear of failure also lingered at the back of her head whilst she faced Aphrodite’s games of seduction.

“Maybe they shall remain weak then, instead of playing with fire that leaves only ash when it stops dancing for them,” Elana responded. Being a mortal herself, it was a self-appointed duty to defend her kind. Surely, she could now empathise better with those who had fallen for the goddess’ temptation.

It would have been awfully easier had the goddess just played the good girl for once and presented her pretty tush like one. That wasn't very likely, however. Or maybe it was?

“Ho?” Elena gasped in surprise. Having the scandalous goddess so close and so intimate was overwhelming her senses. Her firm legs supported the generously curved frame of the goddess well. With her freckled cheeks flushed, she gazed past Aphrodite’s spotless figure to find the maidens. “This is- just the job!” she spoke up, as if the scene begged for an explanation.

“Yes. It very much is..” she quietly said to herself this time. It was supposed to justify glancing across the divine lady’s exposed body. And also placing a hand upon a glistening orb as she did soon after. “Aphrodite, you are to…” her fingers traced the contour of the woman’s damp buttocks as she fleetingly rubbed it up and down. She raised her hand then, biting on her lip while looking down. But, instead of racing down, her palm gingerly perched on Aphrodite’s flawless bum again. With more zeal, Elena ran her hand in firmly drawn circles, relishing the round assets. “In the name of…” Elena lifted her arm, held her breath, and… softly let it out. “Great!... Now I can't bring myself to do it.”

[Bombay]

Oh no, there’s a much worse punishment for mortals who defy the word of Zues. They’re made an example for others. Not that Aphrodite cares, it’s not like her bottom is on the line. They should have more of a backbone, that’s not her fault. “Perhaps, but what if there was an eternal blaze that never stopped burning. Would you dance along with the threat of being burned? Some like it hot after all~” Aphrodite retorted with a friendly smile.

If there’s one thing Aphrodite isn’t, it’s a good girl. There’s a reason why her father sent someone here to deal with her behavior. Without misdemeanors, there’d be no need for punishment. “Of course it’s a job, but no one said you don’t have to enjoy it. You mortals have a saying…how does it go? If you love what you do, you shall never work a day in your life? Honestly, a foolish saying, but it seems people enjoy it and live by it. I always believed in something simpler. ‘The heart knows what the heart wants’. Doesn’t that sound much more appealing than working?”

“I am to what? Go on, say it with your chest, I want to hear it~” Aphrodite said with a giggle thinking she already won. Twirling her hair, she looked back with fluttering eyelashes. Her soft bottom was like two pillows. “Mmmmm, isn’t this more fun than smacking it? Just let yourself go for once~” Aphrodite tempted. “Hook, line, and sinker~” Aphrodite said, not caring that the soldier heard her. She feels like she won the battle of temptation! Surely she couldn’t overcome it and actually punish her, right? “Oh don’t feel too bad, you fought…I wanted to say hard, but honestly you were fairly easy. But don’t be ashamed, stronger women have failed and most men can’t even ‘get it up’ when the time comes” she kept poking and poking the bear.

[Tangerine]

Going through the infamously harsh soldier training wasn't merely about having strong legs or a firm grip on a blade. It was more boring than that. Carnal desires had to be dulled. And emotions should be watered down. Did said training include how to stand firm against seduction? For special missions perhaps, when men were concerned.

Toying with mortals like this was probably among the many reasons a punishment was deemed necessary for the goddess. Of course, it was well beyond Elena's rank to be a judge of that, but she thought this little witch definitely deserved it. Her plump cheeks were right there on her lap too, teasing her by just their mere existence. And on top of that, Aphrodite had to chirp up suggestions such as dismissing reason and her sense of duty to just go claim what made her heart pound faster. Or lining up a finger, hooking it in, and letting it sink into there deeply. Alright, that one was probably about something else.

“Well, you are to submit to your punishment,” Elena repeated, her hand landed on the woman's calf. “Which includes,” her fingers effortlessly glided up to the back of her thigh. Everything was rather smooth, and just comforting to touch. “I mean it's about,” her hand curved inward. Tucked between the goddess’ supple thighs, it slid further. The edge of her hand pressed against Aphrodite then. “No, not that!” She urgently pulled her hand away upon feeling it.

Would the temptress’ glamor be a solid defence for her failure? Or would she be granted no mercy that she couldn't resist some batting eyes and a gleaming arse? Sitting on the edge of this pool was riskier than dancing on a highest cliff. Her homeland had a lot of such cliffs. Perhaps Elena of Delphi should have been more used to it.

“I miss home,” she muttered, closing her eyes to at least isolate her gaze from the bare goddess. Instead, she imagined herself home. “Even the…” An idea made her pause. Maybe she needed a trick as well. To trick her own mind that is. The corner of her mouth turned up. “Even the meandering valleys.” Her hand slid up Aphrodite’s leg, drifting and turning like a serpent. “The city is built on steep hills, you see.” While picturing the terrain in her head, she started to rub Aphrodite’s ample bum. Moving in circles, her hand appreciated the blonde’s curvy nature. “You need a strong grip to scale the mountainside.” Her fingers spread over a round cheek. She squeezed it firmly, digging her fingers into the wet flesh. “You ought to choose carefully which rock to hold on to.” Letting it go, she cupped the other orb. Her digits quickly tightened around it, her purchase on it getting greedy. “Some of them aren't as stable as they look. When loosened, they roll down, gracing the slope.” She relaxed her grip and lifted her arm. With haste, her hand swung downwards. Her palm struck the top of the goddess’ delightful cheeks, and continued its forward arc.

[Bombay]

“Oh no, I would never submit to a punishment. I am a goddess of virtue and being punished by a meer mortal is beneath me. But that doesn’t mean I am not beneath playing with them. Giving them exactly what they want, then ripping that away at the last minute. Mmmmmmm, the reaction is to die for, and don’t get me started when they come back groveling on their hands and knees. I knew you didn’t have it in you to spank me, regardless of what daddy sees in you. I have you exactly where I want you~” The goddess continued to tease, being less careful with her words believing this soldier is under her spell.

“Yes that, come on, live a little. Do what you always wanted to do, give into your carnal and primitive feelings and please your goddess~” Aphrodite suggested, spreading her legs wider over her lap so she could see everything fuller.

“...Excuse me?” The goddess raised an eyebrow. She was not expecting that “Oh do not go on about your sob story. The crying comes afterwards, you don’t even know what you’re doing, do you? Am I your first time?” The goddess snorted. “You really are easy, you know that?” She continued to mock and prod. But whatever it takes to set the mood. Feeling the strong hands run across her skin, she shuttered. “Mmmmm, and it is a rather tall mountain, but the view is worth it at the top. Looking down on your town, knowing you’re better than everyone belo-”

But before she could finish, a sharp smack caused her to squeak out in pain. Kicking a leg up, some water splashed the soldier. “Ow, what the hell!? That wasn’t part of the story you brute!” She yelped, letting the cunning goddess persona drop and showing the true brat beneath.