Hi Everyone!
New release today in the God of Lust series–“Office Turned Tradwife.” This series follows (an extremely horny) Aphrodite as she tries to outwit and outlast her fate after she takes on the responsibilities as not only the Goddess of Love, but the Goddess of Lust as well! Find it here!
BLURB:
I’m Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, and I’m obsessed with a mortal man.
In my infinite wisdom, I absorbed the powers of Lust herself. The Fates warned me this path would end with me on my knees before Wes, a mortal man so utterly unremarkable that pigeons ignore him.
Ridiculous. Impossible. I’m a goddess.
But, one shouldn’t ignore the fates—it’s poor manners. So I hatched the perfect plan: transform his ex-girlfriend Vanessa into such an exquisite, obedient, domestically-gifted beauty that Wes would never look beyond her. Problem solved, fate averted.
Except now Vanessa runs a billion-dollar empire as his devoted trophy wife. Her sister Violet and best friend Amy have joined his… collection. And I’ve just filled an entire office tower with the most brilliant, gorgeous, busty women in existence—each one competing with graceful desperation for a glance from a man who can barely remember to put on pants. They used to be independent; brilliant feminist minds who knew no man could hold them down. Now, they pray to be held down, thrown to their knees, and overpowered by the only man alive that matters.
The worst part? I can’t stop. Every hour I spend invisible in that office, watching these perfect creatures worship him, I feel it—the Lust coursing through my divine veins like liquid fire. I tell myself I’m doing this to distract him, to keep him satisfied so he never thinks to challenge me.
But when I’m alone, fingers buried deep inside, channeling the universe’s entire supply of desire into fantasies of his pleasure… I know the truth is far more dangerous.
I’m falling. And I’m taking all of Love and Lust down with me.
This is supposed to be just another day. A few hours watching my perfect harem in action, making small adjustments, ensuring everything runs smoothly. Vanessa in her tailored pencil skirts and silk blouses, managing his empire with ruthless efficiency. The other girls in their elegant designer dresses, competing for his attention with smoldering glances and domestic perfection. I tell myself it’s strategy. That I’m simply giving him what losers like him want—a harem of devoted, fertile beauties who dress like they stepped out of his adolescent fantasies. That by drowning him in feminine adoration, he’ll never think to challenge me.
I’m a goddess. I’m in control.
I’m lying to myself.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of INTENSE kink and bimbofication, mind control, lactation erotica, and the delicious humiliation of a self-righteous feminist.
The First Thousand-Ish Words:
“You’d never want to rule over me, right?” I stroke Wes’s cock just so, keeping him on the edge. “You can have anyone. You don’t need me serving you. Right?”
The room has no corners. The walls curve seamlessly into the floor, into the ceiling, all surfaces covered in deep burgundy velvet that absorbs sound. The circular bed dominates the center—easily twenty feet across, piled with silk pillows in shades of gold and crimson. The mattress gives slightly under Wes’s weight, conforming to his body like warm water.
We’re in his dream. Except, of course, it’s my creation that I inserted into his brain.
This is the only way that he can stand to see me for any prolonged period without losing his sanity. I’m that beautiful—really.
In his dream, of course he sees me—but it’s more like his brain sees me. I’m in here like an idea—the culmination of all his lust and power and love and need—and his brain fills in the blanks.
There are no windows. No doors. Just walls that seem to breathe with soft light emanating from nowhere and everywhere at once. The air is thick with heat, with the scent of roses and something darker, muskier. Incense, maybe, though no smoke hangs in the air.
Against the velvet walls stand six identical copies of me. Each one wears something different—one in sheer white silk that clings to her curves, another in nothing but golden chains draped across her breasts and hips, a third in black lace. Their faces are the same perfect symmetry, the same full lips, the same hungry eyes that track Wes’s every movement. They don’t speak. Don’t move. Just stare at him with expressions of raw, undisguised arousal while their hands drift across their bodies, fingering themselves just like I am while I stroke his beautiful, big, yummy, goddess-breaking cock.
I mean. He wishes it could break a goddess. Of course it can’t.
…
It might be able to. But this is a dream cock. It’s not like I’m sucking and stroking the real thing. It’s not like I’ve spent every night for the past six weeks grinding my intangible immortal form on his cock and brain, trying to soak up every part of his perfect masculine being that I can.
It’s a little like that, but it’s not like, a problem.
Anyway!
He doesn’t know where to look.
Wes’s gaze flits from one of us to the next, overwhelmed. Each version of me is more gorgeous than the last—taller, bustier, with eyes that sparkle like the first light of dawn.
I’ve outdone myself, really. My tits are huge, barely contained in the shimmering silk gowns I’ve draped over each of my forms. My waist is impossibly tiny, and my hips flare out in a way that makes me look like a fucking fertility goddess—which, okay, I actually am.
I lean in closer, my breath hot on his ear.
“You wouldn’t want to control me, right, baby? I’m a goddess, not a slave.”
My voice is a purr, a seductive melody that makes his cock twitch in my hand. I’m playing him like a fucking fiddle, and it’s so hot I can barely stand it. All I have to do to convince him of what I want is to give him everything he wants.
It’s so easy to give his cock everything it needs. So easy. It’s so natural for me to do it. I can’t stop thinking about how much sense it makes for a hyper-gorgeous actual-living-sex-goddess like me with divine powers to hoodwink this dumb stud just by keeping him stoned on constant orgasms and an endless supply of fertile, fuckable, docile pussy.
Wes shrugs slightly, his eyes half-lidded with lust but still somehow nonchalant.
“Yeah, I guess. I mean, you’re cool and all, but I don’t need to, like, own you.”
I suppress a giggle. He’s so easy.
“Women are things. We both know that.”
He twitches in my hand. All men are the same—of course this is what he wants to hear. I don’t like, mean it or anything.
I mean, of course some women are things. Like Vanessa? His girlfriend? She’s a thing. I made her that way. So she’s the best thing.
And if I were his Thing—a thing, I mean—I’d his hottest Thing. Vanessa, me, Violet, Amy…we’re the kind of females that thrive on being Things. The only kind of woman that really deserves to live.
To live around Wes, I mean. Because…because of my plan to distract him.
Yes.
Fuck. His cock is so hard…
“And you deserve worship from every woman alive. I know that, darling. Truly, I do.”
Around us, the other Aphrodites continue their ministrations, their mouths and hands working in perfect harmony to bring him pleasure. I can feel his heartbeat quickening, his breath hitching slightly as I lean in even closer, my lips brushing against his neck.
“But you don’t need me like that, do you?” I whisper, my voice a sultry murmur that makes his cock pulse in my grip. “You don’t want to make me a brainless, stupid fuckslut bimbo slave like those other girls. Right?”
“Sure. Okay.” His eyes are on my tits now. I push them into his chin. “Whatever.”
“You need me as your equal. Your partner. Your goddess.”
He shrugs again, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Uh huh.”
I can’t help but giggle, a soft, breathy sound that’s part amusement, part desperation. He’s so fucking laid-back, so chill about all of this. It’s like he doesn’t even realize the magnitude of what I’m offering him. The power, the control, the utter devotion of every fucking gorgeous woman on the planet.
It’s like that because, I’m realizing now, it might be that. I can’t really remember if I made him an offer or deal first, or if I just started using copies of myself to suckle his cock while I whispered hot promises in his ear the moment his dream began. Oh well…
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