(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

Poll Winner

Themes: Rough Sex, Competitive, Praise Kink

Summary: Part 3 of Godlaying. Despite her supposed friendship with Aphrodite, Ishtar seems determined to be acknowledged as her superior in beauty and sensuality. Antonious is wise enough not to insult either of them, so he’ll just have to keep the Goddess of War, Love, and Sex too occupied to make demands.

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“So then, you’re the fledgling that I’ve been hearing so much about~”

Antonious had always known that he wasn’t going to limit himself to a single pantheon. After all, his method of becoming a God would require him to bed more female divinities then existed in the entirety of the Greek Pantheon. He was going to have to seek out others outside of his homelands if he wanted to achieve his goals.

Of course, he hadn’t quite expected to do so this early, but this was what happened when he asked Aphrodite for her help and advice, he supposed. Antonious should have anticipated that doing so would result in something like this… after all, so many of the Greeks were Virgin Goddesses who had to remain untouched. And besides, Aphrodite had always been a bit of an outsider. It made sense that when he’d asked what he should do next, she would send him to another Goddess of Beauty.

Still, as he stands before Ishtar, Mesopotamian Goddess of War, Love, and Sex, Antonious can’t help but feel a little nervous. He does everything in his power to keep from showing those nerves of course, but he somewhat suspects she can feel them all the same.

Wearing barely anything in terms of clothing, what few scraps of cloth Ishtar does have on leave pretty much nothing to the imagination. Her body is that of a goddess of course, her figure shapely and hourglass in all the right places. Her skin is a rich, deep caramel in color and her eyes glitter as she regards him with an amused smile.

Antonious returns the smile with one of his own, doing his level best not to show weakness, even as he bows his head respectfully.

“Goddess Ishtar. All good things, I should hope.”

Ishtar hums at that, not answering with words but rather with action. Stalking forward, she saunters around him in a full circle, making no secret of the fact that she’s eyeing him up like a piece of meat. Or maybe like a challenger. She is a Goddess of War after all. Hell, perhaps she’s eyeing him up as her latest ‘steed’.

Regardless, she eventually comes back around to the front and stops, facing him once more.

“I suppose. But truthfully, I’m more interested in what you have to say about me. Tell me, how do I compare to, oh, say… Aphrodite?”

Antonious had known something like this might be coming. Aphrodite had warned him that Ishtar could be… competitive, after all. The two Goddesses might have been friends after a fashion, but at the same time they were also rivals. How could they not be when they shared domains, even if they didn’t share worshippers?

Of course, even if Aphrodite had been the one to warn him about how Ishtar could be, that didn’t mean Antonious was actually stupid enough to fall for the bait. Even though Ishtar likely didn’t even mean it as such, he knew a trap when he saw one.

Put bluntly, he definitely couldn’t get away with disparaging Aphrodite in order to prop up Ishtar. Telling the Goddess in front of him that she was better than the Goddess who had sent him here in any way was bound to blow up in Antonious’ face in spectacular fashion.

No… he would need to thread the needle carefully. There was simply no other option.

“Your beauty is such that it takes my breath away, O’ Goddess.”

Ishtar perks up at that, even as Antonious smiles at her.

“Your radiance shines like the sun itself, making me feel warm just being in your presence.”

The Goddess takes a step forward and drapes a hand on his shoulder.

“Tell me more~”

Antonious resists the urge to touch her despite the fact that her nipples are a hairs breadth away from his chest. Instead, he continues to stare into her eyes.

“Your eyes are like the moon itself, and your skin is akin to the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. You are truly deserving of every title you’ve ever been given, Goddess. In fact, I must beg you… please allow me to praise you in my own way. I swear upon all of my honor that you will enjoy it… else, may you strike me down for my imprudence here and now.”

Ishtar blinks, her eyes having grown lidded under his compliments, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. But Antonious had known it was only a matter of time before she brought up Aphrodite again… which is why he’d struck before she could do so.

Ishtar hesitates briefly… before slowly nodding.

“Show me. Show me your way of praising a Goddess as glorious as I am.”

Antonious sinks down to his knees right then and there, never taking his eyes off of Ishtar’s face. Not until her dark skinned bust is in the way, preventing him from maintaining eye contact with her. Only then does Antonious reach forward at long last and seize upon the gorgeous goddess, dragging her in close.

She lets out a delighted sort of laugh as he does so, going along with his antics even as Antonious pulls aside the strip of cloth she wears that barely covered her crotch let along her hips, thighs, and ass.

He drags it off to the side and exposes her glistening pussy lips at long last. The cunt of a goddess sits before him… and so Antonious leans in and begins to lick, lap, and suck at it.

“Ah~”

The gasp of breath Ishtar lets out is a sign that Antonious is on the right track. There’s no tone of disappointment in her voice as she moans, no sign of her being discontented with his actions. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. She bucks her hips in his direction and grinds his face down into her cunt, grabbing him by the top of his head with one hand that splays across his scalp, carding through his hair.

In response, Antonious only doubles his efforts. His tongue pushes ever deeper into her divine folds, tasting of her godly nectar without hesitation. His teeth nibble at her clit whenever they possibly can, and when they cannot he brings his thumb over and rubs at the sensitive nub to drive her even crazier than she was already feeling.

The more they go at it, the more Ishtar moans for him, until the Goddess of Sex is shuddering under his tongue. To be fair, she’s probably had mortals more experienced and skilled at this then him pleasure her before. But he doubts she’s ever had someone quite like him. Someone… driven like he is.

Finally, Ishtar lets herself tip over the edge and cums all over his face and mouth. Her juices overflow even as he drinks them down, her cunt fluids coating his chin and cascading down onto his broad chest. Antonious doesn’t stop until she’s completely done, only when she slumps a little bit does he finally pull back.

Moving far enough back to be able to look at her, Antonious offers a pleased smile.

“You are as delicious as you are beautiful, Radiant Goddess. Thank you very much for this treat. I can only hope I’ve impressed… pleasing one as perfect and wonderful as you is one of my fondest hopes.”

Looking at him with lidded eyes, Ishtar lets out a shuddering breath.

“Lay back.”

Antonious doesn’t question her. He moves onto his back and watches as Ishtar quickly moves to straddle him, crouching over his cock and grabbing it with both hands to position herself properly. As she plants the head of his member against her divine pussy lips, Ishtar looks at him challengingly.

“You have earned this much… but you have not earned the right to touch me further. Continue your praise of me while I make use of you.”

With that, she impales herself upon his cock. Antonious groans… and then immediately jumps into speaking the moment the groan comes to an end.

“Hnn… you are so very tight, Goddess! Your divine insides flex and squeeze around my shaft!”

Ishtar smirks as she begins to ride him right then and there, using him as her ‘steed’ after all. She bounces up and down on his cock, which of course draws his eye to her chest as the movement does interesting things to her breasts.

“Your breasts are glorious in motion, Goddess. I love watching them bounce as you ride me.”

Ishtar giggles, reaching up and groping them with her own hands while continuing to slide along his member.

“Mm, I bet you wish you could touch them, don’t you? You would love to be fondling and groping these right now.”

Antonious has no reason to lie. He nods in agreement, his hands twitching but remaining at his sides.

“I would. I would love to worship them, Goddess, to show them the devotion and adoration they deserve. I would love to place my hands and mouth upon your body once more, to praise and glorify you in my own way. But I am also happy to use my words, to describe how objectively glorious you are and how worthy you are of praise and worship.”

That doesn’t mean he’s not willing to play dirty, however. Ishtar twitches as he speaks, her bouncing upon his cock slowing down for a second as she clearly considers his words. Antonious is just about to continue verbally praising her when she finally lets out a noise from the back of her throat.

“Go on then. Show me.”

He can’t help but be thankful that that worked. While he could have probably kept up the verbal praise, he has to admit that he might have started to become insincere. Not because he didn’t believe Ishtar was worthy of praise, but rather simply because it felt like he’d started to repeat himself.

There’s only so many idioms and comparisons he can use after all. Only so many different ways he can call her beautiful, gorgeous, and glorious. His actions on the other hand… his actions can tell an entirely different story.

Reaching up with both hands now that he has permission, Antonious lets them fall upon Ishtar’s breasts as she returns to bouncing up and down on his cock roughly and at a decent speed. While she’s riding him to kingdom come, Antonious begins to fondle and grope her tits with every bit of skill and talent he has, playing with them and utilizing all of his experience to make it pleasurable for her.

Then, he goes a step further. Just as she’s starting to moan for him, he drags her down, using a bit of forcefulness for the first time since this encounter started. Ishtar gasps, but before she can get wrathful with him, he’s already using his mouth on her nipples, sucking and nibbling at one and then the other.

She winds up moaning all the louder, arching her back and pushing her bust into his mouth while she plants her hands on either side of his head. Finally, Antonious begins to fuck up into Ishtar from below, thrusting upwards with his hips, using all of his might.

She stays on top of course. She stays in control. But Antonious doesn’t hesitate to pull out all the stops, giving her the worship she so desperately desires with his mouth, tongue, hands, and cock… until finally, he can hold back no longer.

As she cums for him, her divine insides flexing and squeezing the life out of his cock, he tips over the edge and proceeds to cum as well. Together, they reach the heights of ecstasy at the exact same time.

Again, Antonious feels a spark of divinity join the first two. His third spark… his third step. His power continues to grow, to build to something truly remarkable and exciting. And as Ishtar collapses atop him, panting and rubbing against him like she’s in heat, Antonious can’t help but grin.