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Descendant of Aphrodite (butterfly0408/TheLegionary)

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He had been expecting to be spending the week at Melantha's family home to celebrate her birthday at the end of the week. The two of them were promised to one another from birth, or so their parents had always told them. It would not be a bad thing when the time came to marry for they were very good friends with one another. His violet eyes young bride to be. But he had no idea the night before her 10th birthday would be the last time he saw her. Perhaps if he knew he would have said more than just a "Good night." For the next morning when he expected to wake to celebrate her birthday, he awoke to find his family leaving for home. No matter how he questioned about her, all he was told was that she had to be sent away and he'd understand when he was older. For 10 years, he had not heard anything about her. Not even if he was still supposed to marry her.

9 years and 361 days later...

"Son?" His mother was knocking at his door gently in the morning hours. Usually it was a servant that came to wake him for breakfast but it seemed like this mother did it today. The first sign that today would be different. "Son do come out. Your father and I have a surprise for you at breakfast."
 
For Agatone, his friendship with Melantha was sincere and without malicious - they were younger than 10 although both had already been told they would marry one day. Nevertheless, on her 10th birthday, things would change. Melantha simply disappeared. He was not told where she was taken to, he was not told whether she was alive, he was not told anything.
He remembered that last night ten years ago very well. For several years, Agatone had preferred not having met Melantha before. It took some months for him to forget his young friend.
Time passed and Agatone began his studies in the academia, where he learned science, philosophy, music. In his free time, he learned how to fight using a spear and a sword. Riding was his favorite hobby. In other words, Agatone has become a model citizen of Athens. After completing the studies, he joined the navy and travelled to many distant land: Siracuse, Naucratis, Cyrenaica, to name a few places where Agatone has been to. By that time, Melantha was no more than a memory for him, a whisper from the past, a dead fire.
By chance, exactly 10 years after, he was visiting his family's house because his ship made a stopover in the way from Naucratis to Bizatium. He had arrived late the day before and he had asked clearly everyone not to be disturbed until lunch time. Even so, his mother knocked his door and insisted he should come to have breakfast. He pondered and conceded it would be unkind to decline her request. Agatone put on a plain white tunic and followed his mother to the inner courtyard of the house, where his family usually have breakfast. When he got there, he saw...
 
He was meet by four additional sets of eyes. His father Thanos sat at his usual place at the table. To his right was where his mother ate and he usually sat to his father's left... unless they had guests. In his usual place sat two people he had not seen in a very long time. Almost 10 years. Corinader and Maya, the parents of his violet eyed, lost, young bride. Time had been kind to them. But they had another person with them...

A stunning vision as she sat at the table. Beautiful, tranquil, a goddess come to earth it seemed or a nymph among humans. She had long, flowing golden hair and... violet eyes? He had only ever meet one girl in his life with rare violet eyes and blonde hair, though it had not been so long and vibrant a blonde the last time he saw her.

"Agatone," his father said as he gave a welcome smile to his son and wife, "You remember Corinader, Maya, and... Melantha." Maya cleared her thought and Agatone's father flinched a little as if he had made a mistake, "Oh yes, not Malantha any longer."

"Yes, she has finally been given her true name since last you saw her," her father went on where his left off, "Callista." The perfect name for her for it meant, 'most beautiful.'
 
Agatone could not indeed believe his eyes. There was Melantha's father, mother...who cared about them anyway when his eyes met the beauty girl sitting there. He could not recognize his old friend, since she had changed a lot. He turned to her parents and made a sign with his right hand as if saying "hello, nice to meet you again!". He would agree this was not the kindest thing he had ever made, but Agatone was somehow voiceless. He had nearly forgotten Melantha and didnt expect any longer she would emerge from wherever she were. for him, the agreement had been definitively forgotten after Melantha's sudden disappearance. More than that, he didnt expect Melantha to emerge the way she looked like.

Agatone's breath speeded a bit. He had seen many gorgeous girls with golden hair, but Melantha was different. Her way, her figure, her violet eyes. He actually thought of a nymph but he had known her vefore, so this idea was nonsense. Incidentally, the only thing he remembered of the child Melantha was her expressive purple eyes.

After some three of four seconds in a ecstatic state, which were perceived by all around the table, Agatone tended to his father, mother and as rules of good manners required, smiled at Corinader, Maya and Melantha... or Callista. "Hail my friends", he said those words with some difficulty after swallowing. "I am happy to see you returned", he added and thought to himself: "and you return surprisingly".

Agatone smiled at Melantha - he had not yet got used to her actual name, Callista. He had many querries in his head, like where she has been to, what she has done over these years, whether she missed Agatone as much as he had missed Melantha. However, Agatone sensed time was not appropriate for questions. He thought that was an occasion to celebrate...
 
"Sit son," his mother said as she nudged him forward towards the empty seat. And with the table being circular, it was the seat next to Callista. "There is much we need to talk about, and limited time to do it all in."

As everyone took there place at the table and they began to partake of the fine meal before them, it was mainly their father's that spoke. "It should not be a surprise that she had returned son. She is after all the woman you are to marry."

"Hopefully you mean," added her father.

"Yes, yes, that brings us to the business at hand. Maya, perhaps you should best tell Agatone. You are the one who has lived this before."

Maya put her fork down and devoted all her attention to explaining, "You see Agatone, the betrothal between the two of you has long been more then just a simple marriage. Callista is a descendant of Aphrodite, just as I am." The title should sound somewhat familiar to him. Thought to be more of a myth, but now he saw it was reality. "Callista has spent the last ten years in her training and well..." she smiled and looked to her daughter, "You may tell him the rest dear."

With a smile on her face, Callista turned her face to him to look right into his eyes, "Before we are permitted to wed, I must face the final trial. We must the ritual of fertility and love to complete my training and to bless our marriage. It is a three day ritual that must be preformed down to the smallest of details. On the first night, I will worship at the temple of your body. On the second night, you will worship at the temple of my body. And on the third and finally night of the ritual, our two temples will join together and climb with one another to the heavens where Aphrodite will decide my worthiness."
 
Agatone moved towards his place slowly as if he feared her fiancee and then sat next to Callista in the place he was supposed to seat. He was thinking about the impression he had caused her, about the thoughts she may have had, about what she had thought of him. As everyone began to eat, he did the same by grabbing a loaf of bread and some grapes and placing them in the plate in front of him. He observed Callista with the corner of his eyes, pretending he was not exactly looking at her while Maya and Corinader were speaking.

Indeed, he was guessing what they were saying. Of course, the promise of marrying Callista. He had not yet thought about marriage. As Maya was speaking, he examined Callista's mother: she didnt look like so gorgeus as her so called daughter. Even so, her words were being spoken in such a pleasant tone that pleased his ears. A 10 year training program? How could Callista live all that time alone? In a temple? Many questions occupied Agatone's thoughts as Maya explained what was supposed to happen.

Then, Maya passed the word to Callista, the most beautiful. At least, for Agatone, the name was the most appropriate. He stopped eating his meal. Finally, his head turned to the gorgeous girl and his eyes met hers. She said words but he didnt pay attention to what she was saying. All he was paying attention was to the soft and rythmed move of her lips. The few words Agatone remembered sounded strange - a ritual, a training, worshipping the body... When she finished, he tried to solve the puzzle. Agatone was needed for something quite misterious from his down to earth perspective. More than that, Agatone considered the way Callista behaved quite formalistic, specially because they were old friends - or at least, he thought so.

He pretended to have understood everything and he nodded. "Of course, I understand what you mean".
 
Callista smiled at him, but she was not at all totally oblivious to the fact he had basically ignored all she had just told him. She knew him to well for that. Time to play a little bit with him, "Very good! We shall begin tomorrow though for the final day must occur upon the eve of my 20th birthday. Symbolic of my transition into my womanhood by the taking of my maidenhead." If that didn't get this attention, nothing would.
 
Agatone was paying attention to Callista´s lips when she mentioned she was a virgin. Ha had had some sexual experience while travelling - some whores in the harbours, but not a great think. For Agatone, those whores lacked criativity and made sex just a bureaucratic act to get some money.

Also, Agatone found strange the way Callista referred to her initiation. She spoke openly about devotion to the bodies in front of her and his parents. Those things sounded too natural for her as if they were not made among four walls.

"Sure, we cant start", the words left Agatone's voice almost instinctively. There was something deep inside saying he should help Callista. Then, his face smiled again at her while his eyes continued hipnotized by her violet ones.
 
A slight girlish blush crossed her cheeks as she smiled at the way he looked into her eyes. How she had missed him, and she had not even realized it.

Both sets of parent's looked at the sparks between them, happy that the bond they seemed to have had 10 years before was still there and still strong. None of the talk seemed to surprise any of them. Then again, they knew this day would come from the moment it was decided their children would be destined to join like this.

"Perhaps, Agatone," his mother started, "You would like to take Callista for a walk in the gardens? A chance to get reacquainted with one another?"

"Oh yes Agatone! Please do!" Callista said, her voice filled with such excitement. "I have heard how you have traveled far and wide! I would love to hear about far away places!"
 
Agatone was thinking about how to stay alone with Callista and his mother´ suggestion seemed quite appropriate. At first, he didnt like the way both families were pushing him towards her. However, when the enthusiastic, sweet voice of Callista nearly begged him to show the gardens - which were very small indeed -, Agatone melted down and agreed.

"Of course, Melantha, I will show you our humble gardens!", Agatone said while standing up and offering her his right arm as an invitation to come. "And yes, I have travelled to many distant lands!", he boldly said at the same time he was thinking Melantha was never there in all those distant lands.

He began to walk towards the gardens bringing Callista with him. He was a bit intimidated by the whole situation but he pretended not to be. "Among all the lands, the strangest is Naucratis, in Egypt. Have you heard about it?", Agatone questioned Callista.
 
She rose and accepted his arm, "You really should get use to calling me Callista. It is my name now Agatone."

Gracefully, she walked along side him. They could not see it, but from the point of view of someone watching them, they looked a perfect match. "I have only heard the name. We do not receive much news inside the temple. I am however well versed in other subjects. Most of my time was spent to the style of mother Aphrodite's... ways..." she blushed a little. He had no idea how well the little virgin was going to be in bed with him. She giggled a little thinking of the shock that would cover his face when he came to find out. "Do tell me of it."

((If you want to skip this time we can summarize and time skip?))
 
Agatone noticed Callista might feel umbarrassed and then he moved fast to his topic. He long and enthusiastically described his travels around the Mediterranean Sea. After 30 minutes, both we smiling as if the 10 years of separation had been only 10 minutes.

Then, they returned to the room. Agatone noticed Callista was somehow bothered about time and seemed to do something else. Agatone didnt press her to tell more about himself - by then she knew a lot about him, much more than he knew about her - he and let her conduct him.
 
"I am happy you have agreed to this Agatone," she smiled, biting her lip slightly. "It means a lot to me and one day I will just let you know how much so. But now," she looked and saw her mother waiting for her, "I have to leave you now. The ritual for you might not begin until tomorrow night, but for me, I must start my preparations at once."

Reaching out to grasp his hand, she squeezed it tightly, "Agatone, I do not know if we will see one another again before tomorrow evening and so I leave you with a parting thought." She rose herself up onto her tip toes and leaned in, kissing his cheek. A little kiss, and a promise of kisses to come. "Something to remember me by until we meet again. Be well Agatone." She released his hand then and left him, disappearing in the house with her mother, retiring to the guest quarters to do whatever she needed to prepare.
 
Agatone listened to her words and felt her soft lips for the very first time in his cheeks. He had never met a nymph but now he was sure this mithological creature exist. The mere tough of her lips in his cheek was enough to light a fire. When he turned to see her, she was gone as a goddess who disappears using her powers.

Agatone began to wait for the ritual. His ship sailed that afternoon, his colleagues were angry with his desertion. However, he could not run away from his tasks. He feared telling his promised Callista, a virgin from the temple, would perform a mistic ritual for him to take her maidenhead.

And time passed...
 
Not long before the sun set upon the next day, his mother and father came to him. "It is tradition that on the first night of the ritual, the family of the son escort him to the room or ritual," his mother told him as she waited for Agatone to be a gentleman and present her his arm.

"Do not look so shocked Agatone," his father spoke as he patted him upon the back as the started walking, "I have seen these rituals before. My own sister was dubbed a descendant of Aphrodite and I watched her and her chosen face the ritual. There is nothing to be nervous about. In fact," he smile a man's smile, "I am sure you will enjoy it." The funny part though was Agatone had never met his aunt. He had only ever her stories about her in her youth.

Soon they were at the door to one of the guest chambers. "We may go no further," his mother said. "From here, it is a journey for only you and the demi-goddess." They waited for him to open the door. "Do not worry, she will guide you."
 
Agatone feared nothing. As he had never found anything unusual or magic in his journeys, he became a bit skeptical in relation to relegion. When at his home, he followed the rituals but merely on a bureacratic way.

As the door opened and his parent moved away, he stepped forward boldly. Dressed in a white tunic, his 6´3 stature had taught him most of his enemies would fear his size, specially when they see his powerful muscles. By entering the temple, he listened to a deep silence. All he could listen at first was the noise coming from his sandals...but his parents told she (Callista? A demi-goddess?) would be there...
 
((You are not in the temple, you are just in a bedroom in the family house. He would not be permitted to enter the temple :p))

As he opened the doors, he found the room was decorated in elaborate silks and veils that had not been there the last time he had seen this particular room. And in the middle of the room, stood his own mythical creature. Callista, covered head to toe in a long veil that shimmered in the light of a hundred candles that lit the room. It was a golden color that made her seem like a living idol of the goddess. It was all she wore.

"Good evening my Agatone." She seemed to float across the floor to him, lowering her to her knees before him and bowed to him, "Tonight is the first night of forever. Tonight, I worship at the temple that is your body. May the goddess bless us this night with pleasure and light." She rose to her feet, not yet removing her veil, but motioning him to the bed. "My chosen one, lay upon the bed if you will please." She would not move until he had done as she asked, "Disrobe as well. Your worldly garments will not be needed again until the dawn breaks across the sky."
 
The psimple room had been turned into an actual temple - the elaborate decoration impressed Agatone greatly, as he didnt expect the room to be transformed in sucha a luxurious place. The burning candles were exhaling a pleasant scent he had never smelled before although it was somehow similar to the flowers of the Nile Delta.

As Agatone entered the room, he saw the gracious Callista. Definitively, Melantha was no longer there and he would have to get used to her new name, he thought. The simpleness and naiveness had vanished when Agatone saw Callista richly dressed like a goddess - not even the richest of the priestess of Adonis temple could be compared to her. The, she moved towards Agatone.

Her voice was calm and didnt seem to bother to be seductive - her "good evening" was like honey for his ears, extremely pleasant for his ears. Everything seemed so perfect in that room. Agatone replied: "Good evening, mylady". He tried to say some kind words, but everything seemed so meticulously planned Agatone feared to spoil the ritual. Agatone simply followed her instructions as she raised and moved him to the bed.

Agatone layed on the bed and took out the tunic. He smiled at Callista and moved his hands towards her waist, but stopped before reaching her. "I want to be your partner, forever", he whispered without thinking. He forgot to do undress the sandals. An iron bracelet in his upper right arm, highlighting his large biceps, was also forgot. All his eyes and attentions were focused on Callista and he easily forgot the details..
 
She smiled down at him as he laid on the bed. She seemed to calm and collected, but on the inside she was nevious. So very nervious that she worried miss a detail to the ritual and just end up spending three nights resting in his arms. But these nights needed to be done right. Hopefully they would have plenty more nights to explore one another for years and years to come after this trying time was over.

"I wish it to Agatone, but we must do this right to the note, or I will fail the trials. Then we might never be together." She did not explain more about that, only reached for his shoes, removing them one at a time, "You must not have a single piece of clothing upon your body. For tonight," her hand slowly brushed over his skin as it traveled up his leg and torso, heading for his arm, "I will kiss every single inch of your body." Her eyes had not left his at all this entire time as she undid his arm band and tossed it aside. For just a moment, she looked down to see his arousal and her mouth went dry, "EVERY inch of you..." she seemed to stress a second time.

Callista came to stand at the foot of the bed and let her veil slip down to the floor, revealing herself to him. She was naked but had fine golden ornaments all over her body. A belt that jingled, creating music for him. Jewels were placed over her bare skin in patterns only she knew the meaning of. Her hair was down and sweeping over her body. She was Aphrodite in mortal form. The closest thing a mortal could ever really come for the Goddess herself. "If you will permit me, Agatone, we will begin now. You must lay still. Or at least as still as you can. May the goddess guide you as she will guide me."
 
Agatone slowly perceived how nervous Callista was and how important every step in the ritual was. As she finished undressing him, the soft touch of her hands in his body was capacble of exciting him. His penis increase a bit in size. He didnt want to know about the possibility of never meeting her again.

When Callista left the veil fall to the ground, Agatone saw her body richly covered in gold. He had never seen so many jewels in a single person. She was astonishingly beautifl. She looked taller, more gorgeous, sexier, more everything. He could hardly describe her, actually she looked like Aphrodite herself, were this goddess to exist.

As Callista said those ritual words, Agatone added smiling: "And may the goddess help me to stay still and not to spoil this ritual. May her will and yours be done! I am at your service, mylady"
 
And so it began. The long and sensual take of kissing every inch of his body. And she did mean.... every last inch of him. She started with his fingertips, kissing every single one from the tip to the where it met his hand. Taking her time, and kissed him. It took 5 minutes just to get one of his hands throughly kissed and worshiped. He was in for a very long night of kissing and touching.

It took 10 minutes for the rest of his arm to be fully kissed. She gently lifted his limbs so she may kiss even the under backs of his arms. At a half an hour in, both arms were complete. Callista paused a moment to look to him, "How do you feel?" Her hands brushed over where she would kiss next, his chest.
 
Agatone “resisted”well to the first kisses and touches, but soon he began to melt down. As she kissed and touched his hands, arms, he began to shiver. A bit at the beginning. More often as Callista advanced and explored every single inch of his arm, touching placed where he had never imagined he could have pleasure. Before Callista finished the first part and asked him how he was feeling, Agatone’s breath was speeding up progressively, his eyes’pupils enlarged, the few furs in his body had arised. His penis was large and bulgeoning.

When Callista’s hands touched his chest, waiting for an answer, Agatone moaned in pleasure. He could no longer resist. His 6 pack abs were so excited by the proximity of her hands that he nearly ejaculated.

“I cannot describe you precisely how I am feeling. I have never thought I could and would feel like that without penetrating a woman! Stop toying with me and let me penetrate you!”, he lost control and told those silly words – and shortly after, his face revealed he had regretted it. He wanted to ask for her forgiveness, but he could not. He smiled as a silly boy to the might descendant of Aphrodite, who had Agatone in her hands.
 
Her eyes went wide, her cheeks flushed. In truth, she wanted it too, but knew it could not happen. Not yet. The first two days of the ritual were to make the third day so anticipated that there would be no resistance, only passion and love between them. What shocked Callista though was that she had never actually done this to a man before. She had been warned how he might react once it began, but no one had prepared her for this.

"We cannot penetrate Agatone. I am sorry. Not until the third night. Still, do not fear. I promise you much release on this night. If you like, I can...." she bit her lip for what she was about to suggest was a bit of a bending of the rules, but as long as every inch of him was kissed by the end of the night, it still counted, right? "I can kiss your chest, then kiss you," her eyes drifted to his cock, "there. Then I can kiss your back and if you are roused again I will kiss you... there... again. I will kiss you there as many times as you like tonight, as long as the rest of you gets kissed as well."
 
Agatone swiftly recovered from the bad situation as Callista made more audacious proposals. While she was saying and caressing his chest, he raised his trunk. Indeed, he was enjoying the way she was kissing and he regretted having made that proposal. He enjoyed that kind of physical and psichological torture – no whore had ever made that to him and although he had not ejaculated, he was extremely aroused. She was giving him pleasure and at the same time denying it. It was amazing.

Agatone motioned his hands towards his mouth as if asking Callista to stay quiet. Then, he said: “Please forgive me for my impatience. I was too rude and unkind by suggesting something I knew I should not. In reality”, he paused for some 15 seconds and looked deep into her violet eyes (was that color actual or something magic, he questioned himself). “In reality”, Agatone continued, “I am loving what you are doing to me. Use me as your toy. Fulfill the ritual. Make me the man you have ever dreamed of. The best man in the world. Take your time. Do the ritual as per the rules!", he ended whispering as if begging for more of what Callista had done to him and layed back to the bed.
 
Callista was silent a moment before she finally spoke in a whisper, "You are the man I have dreamed of. I have dreamed of what you would be like when we once again met. I held a picture in my mind, and you fit it. I used that picture in my training. Every time I was told how to talk to a man, I dreamed of talking to you. Told how to touch a man, dreamed of touching you." She smirked a little and lowered her lips to his chest, starting to kiss him again, slowly and throughly. "And every time I was told how to perform this ritual, I dreamed of performing it with you."

Callista went on to kiss his entire, bare chest. A good 30 minutes to do so and once again not missing a single inch of him, lingering a little while over his nibbles, licking them hard before moving on. "Turn over, she whispered, "I want to cover your back next..."
 
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