An Erotic Tale of Ancient Mythology
By Toy Boy
{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2010 }
“What’s the matter, my little love angel?” Hera asked as she set down her lyre harp and reached out a consoling hand to Aphrodite. The little girl took her hand, pulled herself up, and sat down on Hera’s lap and looked into her eyes.
“The other gods and goddesses don’t want to play with me anymore!” the young girl cried. “All I wanted to do was give them hugs and kisses, what’s so bad about that Auntie Hera?” she pleaded.
Hera gave her a hug and kissed her forehead and began stroking her soft flaxen hair. “Oh sweetie, there’s nothing wrong with hugging and kissing!” she said, reassuringly and delicately caressing the young girl’s rosy cheeks. “It’s just that the other little gods and goddesses aren’t as grown up as you are and want to do other things. You’re the Goddess of Love and you’ll have plenty of time to give them lots of hugs and kisses when they’re old enough to appreciate you,” she continued and held the young girl to her breast.
“You think so, Auntie Hera?” little Aphrodite asked. “I think they just don’t want to play with me anymore. I mean, all Artemis wants to do is go hunting, and stupid Ares is always getting into fights! And that smarty-pants Athena told me to leave her alone and let her do her studies, and called me dumb! They just don’t love me anymore!”
Hera held Aphrodite by her shoulders and beheld the exquisite beauty of the child goddess. Her deep blue eyes stood out like pools of pure lake water from her rosy yet lightly olive-complexioned cheeks. Her pink pouty lips were fairly begging to be kissed, as her loose flaxen tresses fell lightly on her shoulders and perfectly framed her heavenly visage. Her young supple body could be seen through the sheer fabric of her diaphanous gown, and her silky smooth skin was flawless and oh, so inviting. Hera noticed the child’s pert pink little rosebud nipples pressing up against her gown.
“Oh sweetie, you’re not dumb at all and we all love you so very much,” she said reassuringly and gave little Aphrodite a light kiss on the lips. “Maybe the others are just jealous because you’re so beautiful,” she continued. “You’re the Goddess of Love, and soon you’ll grow up to be the most beautiful being on Earth and in the Heavens, and everyone will be in love with you, and you can make love with anyone you please!”
“Really?” the young goddess asked and perked up with a wide-eyed, almost lustful smile that made Hera weak in the knees.
“Really!” Hera exclaimed, smiling back and giving the girl another soft kiss on the lips. Queen Hera then got the most pleasant surprise of her immortal life when she felt little Aphrodite’s tongue slowly enter her mouth. The two kissed gently yet passionately as their tongues danced inside each other’s mouths. They eventually they pulled apart and gazed longingly into each other’s eyes.
“Where did you learn to kiss like that, young lady?” Hera asked in both shock and awe-struck surprise.
“Oh, nobody taught me, Auntie Hera,” the child goddess replied with an impish little grin. “I just thought it would feel nice, did you like it?” she continued imploringly.
“Oh yes, my little Love Goddess, I liked it very much!” Hera smiled back.
She’s the Goddess of Love, Hera thought to herself. Such things would come naturally to her without having to be taught by her elders, as she was imbued with an innate knowledge of all things amorous. Even though she was only seven years old, little Aphrodite was already showing signs of lust and desire that belied her tender age.
“Can I make love with you, Auntie Hera?” the young goddess asked with an endearing irresistible smile. “You said I could make love with anyone I want and I want to make love with you because you’re so beautiful and nice, and I love you so much! Please, Auntie Hera?”
Queen Hera felt her knees growing weak and moist between her thighs at these words. She had longed for this moment, and was now overjoyed that it had arrived sooner than she thought it would. She had thought it wouldn’t be at least until she reached the age of ten or so that the child goddess would long to know the pleasures of the flesh.
But she was Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. It was only natural for her to desire such pleasure at such a tender age. And it was only fitting that she, Hera, Goddess Queen of Mount Olympus, be first to partake in the pleasures of sensual delight with her.
“Of course we can make love, my little love goddess,” Hera replied as she lifted up Aphrodite and carried her into her bedchamber. The two goddesses were followed by two young maidens from the Isle of Lesbos who would attend to them and assist them out of their gowns.
Now nude, Hera and Aphrodite lay on the bed together and embraced as the maidens left to prepare a bath of warm perfumed bath water and scented massage oils.
“Oh Auntie Hera, I love you so much… I feel like kissing you all over!” the little love goddess exclaimed with excitement and eager anticipation.
“I love you too, my dear sweet little angel and yes, please, kiss me all over,” the lust-filled goddess queen sighed with quivering delight as she eagerly awaited her little niece’s kisses.
As Queen Hera lay down on the bed, little Aphrodite sat on top of her, straddling her belly. The satin sheets were soft and cool, but would warm up soon enough. The young love goddess marveled at the queen’s ample breasts and gently took them in her little hands.
Hera sighed as her large light brown nipples hardened at the child’s tender loving touch. She took notice of Aphrodite’s own pert pink nipples that stood out in contrast to her olive-complexioned little girl breasts. The queen felt herself getting ever more moist with excitement at the sight of her little lover’s arousal.
“Will my breasts be as big as yours when I grow up, Auntie Hera?” the young girl asked as she began massaging her queen’s breasts with gradually increasing enthusiasm and vigor.
“Well, maybe not quite as big as mine,” Hera replied, “but they’ll be the most beautiful breasts in the whole world!”
“Oh look Auntie Hera, your nipples are getting all big and hard, just like mine are!” Aphrodite exclaimed with an excited squeal. She then took each of Hera’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and delicately pinched them, causing her queen to let out a moan of pleasure.
“Oh yes they are, my love, that’s what nipples do when we’re with someone we love,” Hera explained with a smile. She then reached out to caress the young girl’s little breasts.
“Mmm, that feels nice,” Aphrodite purred. “Athena said that breasts are where milk comes from and that babies suck on them to get the milk out, is that right, Auntie Hera?”
“Yes, that’s right,” Hera smiled back as she slid her hands slowly down the girl’s chest to hold her by her slender waist. She noticed how her little body had grown up fast but still had some baby fat left to give her a slightly curvaceous look, and marveled at how such a seemingly innocent little seven-year-old could, as if by sheer instinct, massage her breasts with such mature sensuality.
“Can I kiss your breasts and suck on your nipples, Auntie Hera?” the child goddess asked with an endearing smile.
“Of course you can, my little love angel, I’d like that very much,” Hera replied. The goddess queen’s thighs quivered with anticipation. The young girl then took hold of Hera’s left breast with both hands and planted a soft lingering kiss on her nipple.
Shock waves of pleasure coursed through Hera’s entire body as Aphrodite began suckling on her breast. She felt her heart beating ever more rapidly under the hands of her little child lover, and let out a near-orgasmic moan as she held her tighter. With one hand around Aphrodite’s waist and the other cupping her soft round bottom, Hera could feel the dampness of the young girl’s smooth little petals on her belly.
“Oh yes baby, that feels so nice,” Hera moaned in delight. “I don’t have any milk for you but please, keep doing that, my love!”
Aphrodite giggled at her queen’s sighs and moans, and felt proud of herself that she could give her such pleasure. She then lifted her head and eagerly looked Hera in the eyes…
“I’m your little baby, aren’t I!” she asserted with an impish grin.
“Yes, that’s right, you’re my precious little baby love goddess and I love you so very much,” Hera moaned, reaching a state of near ecstasy as Aphrodite began suckling on her right breast.
The queen felt her love button growing with arousal, and she just had to reach down and finger herself there. She then reached around with her other hand to softly caress little Aphrodite’s moistening flower. Soon the two lovers were gyrating in rhythm together, as Hera rubbed her clitoris with one hand while gently parted the petals of her child lover’s virgin flower.
“Oh yes my baby, oh yes, I love you so much, please don’t stop!” Hera cried out as she coaxed Aphrodite and herself along to the first of many Heaven and Earth moving orgasms. The little love goddess felt herself on the verge of climax as Hera’s finger found its way to her little love button. As Hera was in the throes of ecstasy, Aphrodite moved up to kiss Hera on the lips as her queen brought her to an exploding climax.
“Oh Auntie Hera, that felt wonderful… I love you, I love you, I love you!” the child goddess moaned as she peppered Hera’s lips with kisses. The two lovers locked lips and let their tongues linger in each other’s hungry mouths. As their climaxes subsided, they gently caressed each other’s faces and gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. The young girl let out a squeal of delight as Hera playfully pinched her bottom.
“Can we do that again, Auntie Hera?” Aphrodite eagerly asked.
“Of course we can, my sweet little love angel,” Hera replied with a kiss to the young girl’s forehead. “But first your Auntie Hera needs to rest a little, so why don’t let me lay back and relax while you give me sweet kisses all over… you did say you wanted to kiss me all over, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes, Auntie Hera!” Aphrodite squealed, and gave Hera a big hug and kiss.
Then the Queen Goddess had a truly inspired idea. She reached over and rang a small bell to summon the two maidservants. The two young maidens entered the bedchamber and curtseyed before their queen and young goddess.
“Your bath is almost ready, my queen,” the one maiden said demurely.
“That can wait my two lovelies,” Hera smiled at them. “Why don’t you two serenade us with one of your beautiful love songs before we take our bath?”
With those words, Calliope the Muse of Music took up her lyre harp to accompany Sappho of Lesbos as she sang for the two immortal lovers. As little Aphrodite began kissing Queen Hera’s neck, the sweet words of Sappho echoed through the chamber…
“Winged words, words made of air,
I begin but good words to hear.
I’ll sing these songs beautifully today,
To please you my faithful coterie.
Hardly had Eos, goddess of dawn,
In golden slippers touched me,
My Lady Dawn.”
As Sappho and Calliope serenaded the two lovers, Queen Hera closed her eyes and let the child love goddess cover her face and neck with soft lingering kisses. The goddess queen was transfixed by the little girl’s kissing, which sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.
Never before had she felt kisses so lovingly sensual as those of this truly amazing little seven-year-old. As if by instinct alone, Aphrodite kissed her queen with tiny flicks of her tongue, accented with delicate little love bites. Hera let out a sigh as Aphrodite nuzzled the sensitive spot just behind her ear and gently nibbled her earlobe.
“I love you, Auntie Hera,” the young girl whispered, and slowly ran her tongue in Hera’s ear, sending the queen into a state of quivering ecstasy.
“I love you too my angel,” Hera whispered back, her voice quaking as she firmly held her little lover by her silky soft round little bottom.
It was all Sappho could do to maintain her tune as she watched the two lovers in wide-eyed wonderment, as the little love goddess moved down to Hera’s soft muscular shoulders and ample breasts. As Aphrodite rained kiss after lingering kiss on her queen’s sweat-glistened breasts, Hera moved one hand up to stroke the little girl’s soft flaxen locks, while squeezing her bottom with the other. And when Aphrodite lightly bit her hardened nipples, Hera let out a squeal of sheer lustful delight that echoed through the bedchamber.
“Oh yes, my sweet baby!” Hera exclaimed, and moved her hand down from Aphrodite’s bottom to her now throbbing sex.
“Do you like that, Auntie Hera?” the young goddess impishly asked. Aphrodite was thoroughly enjoying giving her queen such pleasure, and the fact that she was now in control, as it were.
“Oh yes, my love, keep doing that for your Auntie Hera,” the queen lustfully moaned. “Harder, please!”
As little Aphrodite set her lover’s nipples on fire with love bites, Queen Hera pinched her pulsing love button, quickly bringing herself to a series of amazing climaxes. The aroma of her arousal mingled with that of her perfume and the scented candles that illuminated the bedchamber with soft flickering light. Their naked bodies glistened from perspiration in the candlelight as Aphrodite moved down to imbibe of the sweet salty sweat of her queen’s belly.
Hera took her quaking breasts in her hands, pinching the nipples as Aphrodite playfully tongued her navel. The little love child was growing increasingly aroused herself, both by the sheer loveliness and sumptuous taste of her queen’s voluptuous body, and by noticing the young poetess Sappho watching them.
Aphrodite had heard of the muse from the Isle of Lesbos before, and of her reputation as a poet and lover of mortal women. And now the young goddess fully realized what that meant. She smiled at her admirer, causing the young maiden poet to blush and tremble with devotion and desire.
Aphrodite then moved down to the damp glistening flower between Hera’s soft, supple thighs. The goddess queen spread her legs further apart to allow her young lover to kneel between them. The young girl gently massaged Hera’s legs, and kissed her way from her knees up to the tops of her quivering thighs. She then took notice of the dark wiry patch of hair above her queen’s pubic mound, which contrasted with her own smooth, now dew-damp little girl flower.
“Will I have hair on my pussy just like you, Auntie Hera?” the young girl giggled as she playfully twirled the hairs between the fingers of one hand while placing the other hand between her own legs.
“Yes, sweetie, you’ll have hair down there too someday,” Hera replied, her voice trembling with excitement.
Then Aphrodite bent over and gave Hera’s outer lips the most delicious kisses the queen had ever felt. And when the little love goddess planted a kiss on her throbbing love button, Hera quivered and quaked in sheer ecstasy.
Aphrodite hungrily sucked on Hera’s love button like a baby nursing at her mother’s breast, drinking up her love nectar as if it were milk. Tidal waves of pleasure swept over Hera as her little girl lover lustily lapped between her thighs. As the queen’s climaxes gradually subsided, little Aphrodite got up and smiled gleefully at her.
Hera picked up her little love goddess and kissed her dew-moistened lips, tasting herself as their tongues slowly danced in each other’s mouths.
It’s Aphrodite’s turn now, Hera thought to herself. The goddess queen then lifted her little girl lover up over her head and lovingly gazed into her deep blue eyes. Aphrodite then giggled and spread out her arms.
“Look at me Auntie Hera, I’m a little bird!” the young girl squealed with delight and playfully flapped her “wings.”
“Yes, you are,” Hera smiled back, “now come here, my little dove!” With that, she set Aphrodite down on top of her face and parted the petals of her glistening flower with her lips and tongue.
As Hera took a firm hold of her soft supple little thighs, Aphrodite joyfully rode her queen with wild abandon. The queen’s tongue darted in and out of the girl’s silky smooth little girl flower before settling on her love button.
Waves of ecstasy coursed through the little girl’s body, and as climax after joyous climax finally subsided, she collapsed in a heap of satisfied lust. The two lovers kissed and tenderly embraced as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Covered as they were in sweat and the sweet nectar of their love, it was now time for their bath.
Hera gave Aphrodite one last lingering kiss on the lips and arose from her bed. She then picked up her young lover and carried her down the hallway to the bath chamber. The little love goddess wrapped her arms and legs around her queen, holding her tightly as Hera cupped her hands under her soft, supple bottom.
Calliope set down her lyre harp and accompanied Sappho as she followed the two goddess lovers. Aphrodite’s eyes met those of the poet of Lesbos, and the young goddess flashed her a knowing smile. Sappho let out a sigh, bowed her head in reverence, and demurely smiled back.
The two goddesses sat themselves down on the edge of the large bath, and the two maidservants proceeded to wash their feet. Calliope finished bathing Hera’s feet, and lovingly kissed them before excusing herself to practice a new dance routine with Terpsichore, the Muse of Dance. But Sappho remained and continued attending to Aphrodite’s lovely little feet, lovingly massaging them with lavender-scented bath oil.
Sappho and Aphrodite smiled at each other, and with tears of joy welling up in her dark brown eyes, Sappho addressed the young goddess.
“Undying Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, I now address you,
I run to you fluttering like a little girl to her mother,
Queen, do not hurt my heart, do not harry it,
Bestow upon me your exquisite blessings,
And let me go loose from this merciless craving,
Do what I long to have done, be my own.”
With these words, Sappho bathed the feet of her goddess with passionate loving kisses and joyous tears. Aphrodite sat in wide-eyed wonder at Sappho’s devotion, and Hera herself was moved to tears.
“Why is she crying, Auntie Hera?” Aphrodite asked of her queen.
“Hers are tears of happiness, my little one,” Hera replied as she dabbed at her eyes. “Sappho is devoted to you and has long waited to worship you. You’re the Goddess of Love and she has dedicated herself to the special love that women and girls share with each other; you are her special goddess and she worships you above all us Olympians, that is why she weeps thus.”
“Don’t cry Sappho, I love you too and I want you to be happy!” Aphrodite exclaimed with a smile at her devotee. “Please keep kissing my feet like that, it feels so nice,” the little child goddess continued as she felt herself becoming aroused at the maiden poet’s loving devotion. Aphrodite slipped a hand between her thighs as Sappho thanked her and returned to worshiping the feet of her goddess.
Hera got up, knelt beside Sappho and helped her out of her gown. Aphrodite marveled at twelve-year-old Sappho’s budding apple blossom breasts, and the small silky dark brown patch of her pubic mound.
“Look Auntie Hera, Sappho’s turning into a big girl!” the child goddess squealed with delight.
“Yes she is, my dear, and soon she’ll be quite a handsome young lady, and all the ladies and maidens of Lesbos will be in love with her and be inspired by her beautiful poems and love songs — won’t they, my lovely muse?” she concluded with a kiss to Sappho’s cheek.
“Yes, thank you my queen,” Sappho replied, growing flushed with arousal.
“Now why don’t you continue your devotion to your special little goddess, my love,” Hera encouraged the young maiden. She then began massaging Sappho’s back and bottom with scented oil. And as Sappho resumed her adoration of Aphrodite’s lovely little feet, Hera positioned herself behind her and reached around to take hold of her budding young breasts.
The young poetess sensed her already hard nipples growing even harder as Hera delicately massaged and pinched them. As her arousal intensified, so did her loving passionate foot kisses. Aphrodite giggled and squealed as her devotee took a firm hold of her ankles and showered the soles of her little feet with tongue kisses.
“Ooh, that tickles!” Aphrodite exclaimed as Sappho ran her tongue along her delicately arched instep. The young maiden was intoxicated by the slightly musky scent and taste of the young girl’s little feet, mingling with that of the fragrant massage oil. She pressed her face firmly to the soles of Aphrodite’s feet and imbibed of their sweetness with ever more passionate kisses. Queen Hera sighed with wonder at Sappho’s utter devotion to her goddess as she continued her attention to the young maiden’s breasts.
Then Aphrodite drew her feet away from her devotee, only to point her toes tantalizingly before her. Sappho sucked on the toes of her goddess, one by one.
Aphrodite lasciviously giggled as she wiggled the toes of her right foot inside Sappho’s hungry mouth. She then withdrew her foot and proceeded to gently thrust the toes of her left foot between Sappho’s eagerly waiting lips. After having her fill of the little girl’s succulent little toes, the young maiden kissed her way up her calves and to the sensitive spots just behind her knees.
Sensing the little goddess becoming ever more aroused, Sappho lovingly kissed her way up to Aphrodite’s thighs, causing the seven-year-old child to sigh at the sheer wonder of it all.
Hera felt herself becoming increasingly aroused again, and began rubbing her moist womanhood against Sappho’s perfumed oil-slicked bottom. The maiden was approaching a state of ecstasy as Aphrodite invitingly opened up her legs wide to fully reveal the glistening little flower nestled between them. This and the feel of Hera’s sex so near her own made Sappho’s thighs quiver with anticipation.
Sappho lovingly kissed her way up the insides of Aphrodite’s trembling thighs, and the little love goddess took a firm yet gentle hold of her soft raven hair, and guided her up to her dew-damp love petals. And as Sappho tasted the sweet nectar of her goddess’ flower, Hera put her hand to the maiden’s own waiting young womanhood and gently opened it with her fingers.
“That’s it my dear, worship your little goddess,” Hera encouraged as the twelve-year-old poetess eagerly suckled on the seven-year-old Goddess of Love’s little love button. As Aphrodite squealed in orgasmic delight, Sappho lapped up her flowing love nectar and savored its divine sweetness. Hera then delicately rubbed Sappho’s quivering clitoris, bringing the muse of Lesbos to the most intense climax of her young mortal life.
“Oh yes… yes… YES!” Sappho cried out in orgasmic ecstasy. The cries of hers and Aphrodite’s pleasure echoed through the bath chamber, much to the delight of Queen Hera.
As their mutual climaxes subsided, Sappho lovingly kissed the moist flower of her little love goddess. With Queen Hera’s fingers still between her petals, the young poetess felt a deep burning desire welling up from within her very soul. She was still a virgin, so to speak, and was now feeling an unquenchable thirst to be touched deep inside. And what better time to lose her virginity than while devotedly worshiping the Goddess of Love?
“Oh Goddess of Love, I do worship thee and pledge myself to thy service,” Sappho lovingly proclaimed, tears of joy once again welling up in her eyes. “I beseech thee, Queen Hera, take me now, take my maidenhead as is your right as Goddess Queen of the Heavens, take me as I worship at the throne of the divine Aphrodite, Goddess of Love!”
At Sappho’s lustful and worshipful plea, Hera gently broke through and took her maidenhood. The Muse of Lesbos cried out in momentary pain and pleasure at the loving hands of her goddess queen. And with Hera’s two fingers gently probing inside her, Sappho joyously received the soothing kisses of her divine little Goddess of Love.
As Sappho’s deep orgasms eventually subsided, Hera removed her fingers from within, and gave the girl a gentle sponge bath between her thighs. Then the two goddesses and the Muse of Lesbos joined each other in the warm bath and playfully frolicked together as the strains of Calliope’s lyre harp echoed in the distance…
Thus began this night of nights, a night still new, radiant with promise and of loving dreams yet to be fulfilled.
*****
The poetry in this story was adapted from The Love Songs of Sappho, translated by Paul Roche, Signet Classics Press.
Beautiful
So lovely. I could envision them all together.
To be but a spectator of such a sight would fill me forever.
Thank you Felicia, thank you Joe, and a tip of the hat to JetBoy for editorial assistance.
I think a sequel may be in the works, but we shall see…