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Descendant of Aphrodite (butterfly0408/TheLegionary)

She intertwined her fingers with his and closed her eyes, "Aphrodite, goddess of love, mother of the flesh, on this second night of the ritual of fertility and love we pray unto you to guide my mortal mate, Agatone. Let him follow your will. Bless him. Bless us both with you honor and light."

Upon opening her eye again, she looked right into his face, raising her hand up to gently stroke his cheek with the back of her hand, "I am yours to worship now. Do unto me what the Goddess Aphrodite whispers in your ear to do."
 
Agatone tried to repeat the words but he had never heard such a pray before. On the other hand, Callista seemed to know it by heart.

When the pray finished, the man suddenly got confident as if he had drunk something revigorating. All his hesitations and fears disappeared. He breathed deeply and looked again into her violet eyes. Why violet, he thought. His entire body was changing just like the day before, he was getting excited just with look of Callista.

Then, Agatone placed his both hands on her shoulders and pulled the flowing dress to the right and to the left. In matter of seconds, her trunk was completely naked. Slim, well toned, white, soft, marvellous, words that are not enough to describe his view of Callista's body. He stood up and three the exotic dress on the ground and thereafter, calmly and confidently he undressed his tunic. revealing his muscled body. He was not listening to any goddess whispering in his ears, even so he moved her trunk down forcing her to lay on the bed.
 
Something seemed to spark in his eyes. At least that was what she saw in that moment before he moved into action. Deep inside her, she was having the same kind of reaction he was. With each passing moment that she looked at him, her heartbeat quickened, blood seemed to grow hotter and she yearned for him. Yearned for things she really did not know but only hoped he would soon show her.

Callista showed absolutely no resistance to his hands as he began to remove her clothing. A little nibble of her lip and her breath quickening was the response he got from her. Her training was not only in sensual pleasures, but in training her own body as well. She was in a word, perfection. Creaming soft skin, toned just as well as his body was, and her breasts were perky and the perfect size. They looked as if they would fit into his hands just right. Like they had been made to fit his hands.

Watching him undress, she wanted it to be the third night so very badly. She yearned to have there bodies joined into one, but knew it was not time for that yet. Now was the time to discover the pleasure of flesh for herself. "Agatone," she whispered as he started to push her down, "I've never been touched before. Only by my own hands. I want you to know that. You are the first that has ever touched me."
 
Agatone smiled as Callista confessed he was the first one to touch her. She had probably masturbate herself and for this reason, she knew every corner of her body with erogenous properties. Certainly they were neither few, nor too different from other women. Even so, it was going to be a great challenge for the strong Agatone.

"I know that. You said I am the first one. I wish Aphrodite actually guides me!", he answered with a large, naughty smile.

The mere view of the temple was enough to excite him.

Now, it was time to begin. He tried to remember where she began. While she was laying on the bed, he stood up and saw her body lightend by the candles. How gorgeous she was! He looked her body, he wanted to examine it very well to decide where to begin. He remebered the pleasure he felt in his foot.

His hands then touched her breasts and played one second with them. He walked down and sat in front of her feet, on ground, outside the bed. And he began to lick the toes of her righ foot at the same time his hands caressed and massaged her both ankles.
 
"No... Agatone... I mean," she bit her lip again, closing her eyes as she laid back, unable to look him in the eye at her next confession, "Not even I have touched myself in ways beyond a simple bathing." Was she actually confessing what is seemed like she was? "I have read thousands of books on what pleasure is and written accounts of what is will be like, but I have been forbidden to experience it without the help of my mate for the first time. It is part of the training. Knowing what can bring pleasures, but never experiencing them fully until this night."

Callista gasped as he touched her the first time. So, this was what all the readings spoke of. And even she knew, this was but a simple taste of it. Of what was to come. The way that he sucked on her toes then... few of the books spoke of that pleasure before. Her hands worked into the bedsheets, twisting the sheets between her fingers as she squirmed lightly and giggled a little, "I think I'm a little ticklish there Agatone..."
 
Agatone was going to play the speechless tonight. He continued to lick her toes and then moved to the bottom of her foot. Licking her foot for 10 minutes to warm up, he moved ups to her right ankle and bit it softly. Now he was kneeling outside the bed and his left hand was massaging her left ankle. The silly right hand was softly laying on her groin.

Some 20 minutes after, Agatone stood up. Callista could see his rigid penis below his flat belly, if she wanted. But he was focused on his task of pleasing her, introducing her into the carnal pleasures. He was not yet listening to the goddess but he thought her knees could be a sensitive area. He pause for a second and began to lick, suck and bite it with great enthusiasm trying to mirror what Callista had done the day before.
 
"Was it this torturous last night for you?" she almost whispered out so softly that it would be no surprise if he had not heard it at all. The whole time, her eyes were closed, something she had read in the books. That pleasure was at it's purest of sensations if it was unanticipated, if she didn't know where and when it was coming next. Which is just what happened next then as he moved to her knees. She jerked with such surprise, she almost kneed him right in the face by accident. It only flinched towards him slightly, before she pulled back and pinned herself so tightly to the bed that she seemed almost tense. She just did not want to hurt him, but sometimes her body took control over her own head and heart.
 
Agatone was caressing and kissing her knees, trying to excite her even more, when she asked. He was finishing his job in that knee and about to begin teasing her inner hips, which he knew would be particularly erogenous. He paused using his mouth to answer to the demi-goddess, Callista deserved an answer - but his hands were sliding on her both hips.
"Of course it was torturing. Pleasure and pain seem to come together."

Agatone then lowered his head and placed it between her hips. He was making his best but his performance was quite different from Callista's. He didnt stay a precise time in a part of the body as she did. On the contrary, she changed according to the feedboack he got from her - moans and shivers. Her reactions excited him even more, he penis was already bulgeoning. Now, his hands were attaching to her sensual waist, massaging it.
 
Nipping at her lower lip, Callista's hands took on a mind of there own and reached down to rest atop his hands as they slipped up to her hips. She just rested hers lightly on top of them, caressing his hands as they caressed her skin, following where he led them. Though, the moment his head found a place between her hips, his breath dancing upon her sensitive skin causing goosebumps to start popping up as her body shivered. Her hands left his then and moved to rest one on his shoulder, the other on his head, her fingers brushing through his hair lightly. He had her warmed up up, wet, and ready. "Agatone..." she whispered, her voice lusty and laced with anticipation.
 
The inner hips were a very sensitive part of demale body and Agatone soon noticed that. He made a great effort to tease and excite her before moving to her groin, circulating her vagina. No, not now, he thought. Only later, Agatone would touch her vagina. After finishing her belly in thirty minutes - this region also caused many shivers in Callista while his erected penis continues to touch her inner hips -, Agatone went to her left hand.

Beginning with her fingers, he tried to repeat the same way Callista had done to him. However, his approach was somehow more "complete" - his penis was always touching her gracious body. On that occasion, his penis was swinging on her belly while he licking every single finger in Callista's hand. Agatone moved upwards towards her shoulder. After 30 minutes in her left arm, he approached her breast. However, he stopped again and looked at her other arm. He turned himself in a way that his tongue was now beginning to lick the fingers in her right hand and he straddled over her chest - his penis was now swinging a bit above her breasts. This was so delicious. Even more delicious was when his penis touched her nipples. Agatone began to moan - his body could not stand that situation.
 
Callista seemed to be having many of the same kind of reactions as he had the night before. Her heart beat faster and faster with every passing second. The urge to move against him was rising higher and higher. But then, suddenly, she seemed almost... nervous. It happened the moment his cock touched at her inner hip, near where it was meant to go. Meant to go on the third night. Tense now, Callista bit her lip, but said nothing. He had no rules on this night. Technically, he could do anything he wanted with her tonight and she had no word in the matter. If he saw it best to worship her by entering her, it would have to be. She would fail the ritual immediately... but she could not protest. It was a relief when his cock started to end up in places further and further from her womanhood. At one point she actually let a sigh of relief slip from her lips, only to gasp the air back in once again, trying to cover up the last few moments. Had he caught on to her thoughts then? How did he feel about it? Whatever he thought, he kept going onward with his treatment of her body, making her soon forget her worries and give in to the moans and shivers of her body once again.
 
Agatone felt a great will to penetrate her, but he refrained from doing that. He was aware this contact could have aroused her and he was pleased for that. He knew the cerimony had been carefully planned and that he should not spoil it. On the contrary, he should make it even more perfect.

He was licking and kissing her breasts, trying to remember the ways she did the day before. Although male and female bodies were different, there should be many similarities - as in a first date, he was looking for them very carefully spending a great deal of time in her breasts and nipples and neighbouring areas. More than 40 minutes for the sake of preciseness.

Then, he suddenly moved to the missing arm and worshipped it swiftly in 15 minutes. He was anxious to worship Callista`s groin. And so did he do. First, he licked and caresssed with his hands the outer area of the groin, pressing the left side of her groin deep - were her body somehow to her, that strong touch would drive her crazy. At the same time, his penis was touching her kneels swinging from the left to the right legs.
 
Callista had lost all track of where he had and had not kissed her. In truth, she had not anticipated him to give her the same kind of kissing treatment she had given him the night before. It was one of many seductions she had learned about and all the things she had read said that most of the time, men would want to get to the prize as quickly as possible. So when he took the time to show her just what kind of torture SHE had put HIM through the night before... oh she was twitching and shivering! Anxious and filled with a longing like she had never felt before! And the funny part was, she didn't quite understand what it was she was longing for.

That is until he gave it to her. The moment his mouth came down, even upon her outer lips, she gasped and held onto the bedsheets under her so very tightly ans she started to pant... to moan... "Please." She didn't even know what it was she was asking for, but whatever it was she needed, she knew by instinct and by the lessons she had learned she could and WOULD get it by asking him, "Please Agatone..."
 
Agatone was straddling over her legs,placing himself in a way that he could begin to explore her groin and vagina without taking away her maidenhead. He began kissing her groin with great intensity while his both hands were massaging and caressing her breasts. Agatone's penis was touching her left ankle and this was exciting Agatone a lot!

Then, Agatone began to lick her vagina. The scent was pleasant and was driving him crazy. The flavour of the liquid was amazing. The aphrodisiacs she was transpiring while he was performing his tks made his shiver...not once, nor twice, but a sequence....

Agatone licked her vagina deeper. His tongue was reaching as deep as possible and he was drinking the nectar of the goddess. How delicious. His tongue was trying to reach a place where Callista could climax.

In the meantime, Agatone continued to shiver and shiver. Before Callista climaxing, he cummed in her left ankle. He was not strong enought for Callista's hidden secrets, Aphrodite's hidden secrets.
 
"AHHGATONE!!" Callista cried out the moment he helped her discover what heaven could be like. The moment his tongue started to lick at her and send pleasures through she knew deep down inside existed, but never knew in a million years what it was really like! Was this it? The hidden secrets of the Goddess? "OH!!" she cried out as he dug deeper still! Or was that it?! "AHHH!!" Or was that it! Every passing moment brought a new pleasure even better than the last! How was such pleasure possible? For a mortal never the less. Things like this should be for the Gods. It truly was a gift! A gift Agatone was giving to her. And with his tongue never the less! How she could not wait for the next night when he would help her find pleasures with his staff as well. Oh just thinking about that sent her even closer to the edge! She was holding on for dear life!

Holding on, but at last letting go and finding herself flying towards the sky in rapture!! "AGATONE! SWEET GODS! AHHH!!!" she cried out as her back arched high off the bed in her moment of climax. A moment of paradise. Her nectar flowed from her like a waterfall of sweetness, right into his face for him to drink of heaven himself. And this was only the second night! She didn't even know what to except now on the third!
 
Agatone enjoyed drinking her liquids, because they gave him more strength, more desire. A secret from the goddess? He didnt know. Anyway, spite of having cummed, his shaft continued strong and erect and he continued to lick other parts of Callista's body. Now he was feeling a real man, as he had never felt before. The pharormones released in the air by Calista could be changing him and the way he was to treat the girl - she was definitively a goddess! Agatone noticed Callista was changed, some sort of transformation. To his eyes, she was more voluptous, bustier, maybe stronger. Something strange. Mere optical illusion caused by her scents? He did not know.

He moved ahead and began to kiss the still missing parts of her heavenly body. He had to serve her tonight. Agatone passionately kissed her throat, her neck, while his penis was right above her groin, approaching her belly, teasing her with thought of what was to come. There, Agatone could not stand - after shivering twice, he cummed again on her flat belly. The strong man nearly fell onto her when he moaned: "AHAHAHAHAH". All his muscles seemed so fragile close to the goddess. He continued to kiss her earlobe. Time references were gone for him: had he been kissing her for 10, 20, 30, 40 minutes? He had no idea.

He was nearly breathless the girl was somehow draining his strenght. After kissing her chin, nose, Agatone approached his lips to hers and felt a mint humidity coming from her mouth... and began to kiss her.
 
Post orgasm... her whole body seemed to be just tingling with a new found excitement. Each and every kiss after that sent those new found feelings sizzling through her skin within into her very veins. She could not help but smile a little as she felt him cumming all over her belly. Glancing down a moment to watch him let go before look up into his eyes once again with a smile. "You certainly seem fertile now, don't you?" That could be a blessing... or a curse... she thought to herself.

With his lips upon hers, she couldn't help up reach her arms around his neck and hold him close in the kiss. She wanted to explore all the way she could kiss him, but she was not aloud on the second night to make any moves of her own. It was all him making the moves on her temple. Let him worship her as he wished to. But the next night... oh she could not wait to explore him and all the things they could do to one another in perfect harmony. "When you are finished with the worship, you need but say it," she instructed him against his lips. "It ends when you want it to."
 
Although Agatone had not trained as Callista, he was trying to mirror the night before. At least, he thought he had understood the whole idea of the ritual. He continued to tease her, touching her arms, his strong, erect shaft swinging from left to right and vice-versa on her belly, his muscled legs touching hers. He wanted to make her feel his entire body, his chest muscles laying over her breasts...then, as if it were to be over, the sunlight began to enter the room in a shy way.

Agatone thought it might be time to finish. Everything had been going on for hours. The strong man moved his head so that both his and her eyes met. And his lips landed on hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, causing him to moan in pleasure. He smelled the aphrodisiac scents in her neck again while kissing. His still erect shaft was now toying between her inner hips. No, he would no penetrate her, he would respect her. He enjoyed when her hips, in a kind of instinctive defensive movement, tightened his shaft, making him dream he had penetrate her. And Agatone ejaculated again, moaning in pleasure. How could that girl control his body, even when he was supposed to control her (at least, he thought so). Now, his lips were away from her and Agatone's body was still shivering in pleasure.
 
"Agatone...!" she started to sound a little worried, and he didn't seen to realize it, but her movements to defend her entrance were not just instinct. She was fully aware of what was happening and was just trying to stop him from getting to close. She knew she should trust him, but him getting so close was making her terribly nervous. She really cared for him, but if one thing went wrong in his ritual, she'd never get to see him again. She was well trained, but even she was naive to sexual affairs on a one on one level. She couldn't tell if he had just pushed it too far for the second night or not. Wanting to push him away, but afraid to overstep her bounds. Afraid to offend him she bit her lip and shut her eyes, a little whimper not able to help but escape her lips.
 
Agatone knew what the ritual meant for Callista and would never spoil it. He continued to kiss her for some time until the sunbeams began to heat his back. It was time for both of them to stop. His shaft was almost begging to thrust Callista's vagina but he would never do that unless she asked. Slowly, he moved away his lips from hers, straddling over her. Callista could see the man she loved, the man who loved her. An herculean man, nearly a god to match the goddess. He looked at her eyes and saw her stressed face.

He had no idea why she was feeling like that. Suddenly, the pleasant night turned into a nightmare. Had he failed her somehow. His eyes nearly watered as he quietly stood up and left the bed, walking to a corner and dressing his tunic. "You may go now, Callista", Agatone said in a clearly depressed way.
 
Callista sat up, noticing his own apprehension. She didn't want him to feel bad. It wasn't his fault! It was.... it was hers. She wanted to stay and explain to him what was wrong or really if what had happened was wrong, but she couldn't. Not with the sun about to rise. She had to be out of the room before it rose over the hill or the ritual was over in that very moment. Quickly she wrapped a sheet around herself, Callista sprang up from the bed and headed for the door. She paused a moment to glance over her shoulder towards Agatone. She only had a moment to say something before she had to get out of the room, "I'm sorry Agatone. It's not you. It's me. I think I'm flawed."

Before he could say anything back to her, she was gone. And not a moment to soon. Only seconds after she officially departed the room, the sun rose over the hill and the third day had begun.
 
Those words from Callista came as no relief for the suffering Agatone. He watched the girl leaving the room, swaying her hips so sexily as she has done the days before. The girl was pure lust and he was spoiling everything.

After Callista left the room, Agatone began to cry, watering his eyes. He had made a great effort to please the goddess but he had failed. Of course, Callista was not to be blamed since she had been trained to do that for 10 years. He was the problem. Some minutes later, Agatone fell asleep and had disturbing dreams about his future with Callista. His troubled nap just increased his anxiety.

During lunch, Agatone did not talk to his parents. He was planning to depart and not take the maidenhead from his beloved Callista. He was not good enough for Callista who should have the chance of completing the ritual with a better prepared man, he thought. He went to the harbour and got to know that around 8h30 pm a ship would depart for Egypt. The Greek asked to go with them for free - he was completely ashamed and did not want to stay in Athens to live disonnoured. He returned home and without anticipating anything for his family, he began to pack his things. Around 6, shortly before the sundown, Agatone met his parents and told his plans without explaining why he would not complete the ritual despite his mother´s insistence to know what had happened. Then, he went to the docks with the intention of taking the ships.

Would Callista be able to avoid Agatone's scape and calm him down for the most important of the three nights? Only Aphrodite would know it. Only Aphrodite could help Callista.
 
Callista sat waiting in the bedroom, fearing why he did not come to her. The sun was already set and he had not arrived. This brought a new possibility for her fate to the table. This one was one she never thought she'd have to face. But if he did not come... Callista hung her head and gently began to cry. She truly had to be flawed! Perhaps it was for the best. If the man she was in love with did not want her... to die for Aphrodite might just be the only thing she was good for...

"AGATONE!" A woman's voice called rang out on the docks. "AGATONE PLEASE WAIT!!!" Turning, he would see that it was Callista's mother, running down the docks towards him. The moment she reached him, she fell to her knees before him, grasping onto his tunic, "Please! Agtone please! You can't leave! You can't go! Don't let my baby die please!" Letting go of his tunic, she bowed even further down towards the ground, begging him in an almost shameful manner. Every eye on the dock was watching them now. "You MUST complete the ritual! If you leave now, and Callista returns to the temple still a maiden, she will be deemed unworthy of her training. A failure unable to make the man she loves love her back. She will not be allowed to live! They will sacrifice her to Aphrodite! A virgin sacrifice! You cannot let my baby die! Please!"

Back at his home, the sun was long set now, and she was still alone. He was not coming. With a broken heart, Callista decided it was better to just return to the temple in shame. Better to leave now before her family found out and tried to stop her in the morning. Little did she know, Agatone's parents had already told hers. While her mother was down at the docks with him, her father was standing watch at her door, ready to stop her from leaving. When she opened the door, ready to leave with nothing but the clothing on her back (for who needed anything more when they were returning to their death), her father was right there. "You are not leaving..."

"Father, don't do this. He does not want me, the rules of the ritual are clear."
"You have until sunrise! He could still come to you!"
"No father... he will not come. He does not want me. He does not love me. I have failed."
"You are NOT leaving here!" But Callista was not listening. She turned from her father, ignoring all his protests and started to walk away from him. He followed her close at her heels. He would not be physical with her until it became desperate for it, until then, he just followed her and continued his protests.

Agatone's parent's were watching nearby. Whatever happened between the two last night, they both hoped that their son could put it aside and make things right still.
 
Agatone pretended that Callista's mother was not talking to him. After 20 minutes, she was gone, back to her home. Agatone sat there thinking of the consequences of his acts. She did not like him, that was true for him. But should he be so cold-blooded to send her to a right death. His eyes watered when he remembered the good moments in their childhood and the exciting nights before. He concluded he had to accomplish his task and save her friend. If he were not a love god, at least he was a good-hearted man - he would do whatever he could to honnour Callista.

He took his things and said goodbye to his fellow sailors. He breathed deeply and began to run, his eyes still watering, his mind troubled that Callista could be heading for her end. He was running towards her house, noone was in the streets. Then, Agatone turned a left and there was Callista richly dressed walking calmly towards his direction.

Without hesitating, he rushed towards her and stopped just in front of her. He didnt know what he should do. He kneeled in front of her and begged with water in his eyes: "Forgive me for disonnouring your mission. Make me your tool, Callista. Today and whenever you want!"
 
Callista stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of him. Before she could even say anything at all to him, he was at her feet and she was shocked. He came back for her? Was there still hope? She shook her head lightly. The night was almost half over. The ritual was not technically ruined yet... but it was close enough. They would still need to return to his home and finish the night in the same room the ritual took place the first two nights. By the time they got back there, there would only be enough time for a quick deflowering just to save her life. That could not possibly be Aphrodite's will. Could it?

Hearing his concern that he had somehow dishonored her, she started to understand a bit. The problem with this ritual was he had been so in the dark about the meanings behind everything. "Agatone..." she rested a hand on the top of his head. It was time to tell him he was being silly. "YOU have done nothing wrong. Don't you understand? Nothing YOU could have done was wrong. You could have pinned me down and rapped me the first night and it would not have been wrong. Aphrodite was guiding you the whole time. Wither you knew it or not, she used you in every moment to test ME. Even in..." she started to get a little choked up, "Even in your rejection of me now. It is Aphrodite's wish that you do so. This is what she wants. She wants you not to return my love so... don't feel bad Agatone." She lowered herself to her knees so they were face to face, tears in her eyes just like they were in his. "It's not your fault. Do NOT blame yourself. Promise me, please."

She tried to smile, but it was no more that a sad smile. Her hand raised to his face, rubbing his cheek, "I don't know why Aphrodite would not let you love me for I love you with all my heart. I carry that love with me. I'm not afraid." But she was, and it was clear in her eyes. She didn't want to die. She wanted to be with him, but as long as she thought he didn't love her back, that it was all Aphrodite's will, she'd only put on her calm accepting facade.

Callista moved to get up, to walk away when as if by some kind of divine power, the wind seemed to whisper into Agatone's ear... Love her. Don't let her go. Don't let her do. Love her. Complete the task. It is destined to be. You are destined to be.
 
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