Lady Aphrodite Ch. 05

- I recited some ancient words... - Ianthe handed Ami a piece of the old clay pot. - ...as a last resort to solve our project's issue, and ever since then, I can feel love pulsing through the air. It's all around us, and I can smell it too.

- Is this some kind of horror story about possession? - Amalthea interrupted.

- No, no, it's not like that. The force behind this is ancient. I've had dreams about women being killed, raped, and tortured for wearing a particular symbol. - Ianthe shook her head.

She explained that her project required more ATP than the system could produce, making it biologically impossible. However, the female voice had told her that there was no such thing as an impossibility for faithful believers.

As Ianthe continued working on Ami's hair, she revealed that the symbol she dreamed of was a circle with six oval shapes inside it, representing the basic unit of Aphrodite worshippers. The ovals were symbolic of six women's vaginas. Ianthe had heard a female voice in her dreams, instructing her to gather six priestesses and perform a breeding ritual around a stallion.

Amalthea was taken aback and asked for more information about the ritual.

- I could edit our genes so that we could have healthy children Jack. We could have healthy children with our grandsons, our daughters could have healthy children with their father - Jack.

Amalthea took a moment to process the information.

- Here, put on this.

As Amalthea's fingers brushed against the delicate mesh fabric of the semi-translucent dress, a sudden and inexplicable force surged through her body, causing the world to spin and twist around her. With a jarring impact, she crumpled to the ground, her limbs flailing as her consciousness slipped away.

Ianthe's heart raced with panic as she rushed to her lover's side, desperately trying to revive her. For an endless moment, Amalthea lay motionless, her body suspended in a void of darkness.

But just as Ianthe was about to give up hope, Amalthea's eyes fluttered open, and she gasped for air.

- You scared me! - Ianthe exclaimed, relief flooding through her. - Are you alright?

Amalthea nodded weakly, still catching her breath.

- How long was I out? - she asked.

- Long enough for me to reach you. - Ianthe replied, worry etched on her face.

But Amalthea's attention was elsewhere.

- It-it felt longer than that. - she said, her voice trembling. - The voice...I've heard the voice. She...she told me so many things... and said not to worry as I will forget most of it... She asked us to hurry up. They're going to be here in less than an hour. And she told the names of the five women who will join us. Lucy is one of them!

Ianthe's eyes widened in surprise.

- What? Who told you? - she asked, her mind racing to make sense of the situation.

But Amalthea shook her head, her expression haunted.

- She introduced herself as Lady Aphrodite... I don't know. - Ami said. - It's like...like it's coming from inside my head. And it's not just the voice. I can feel...something else. Something...powerful.

Ianthe hesitated, unsure of what to say. But as she looked into Amalthea's eyes, she knew that there was no turning back. They had come too far to stop now. She had to get into the formula of solving the genetic mystery of her project.

With a deep breath, she took Amalthea's hand and helped her to her feet.

- We don't have much time then. - she said, her voice determined. - Let's get ready

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Jack looked serious, scared even, and put Lucy down, letting her stand on her own legs.

- Welcome, Lucy to the group of Jack's lovers. - Amalthea added as she took off Lucy's Jacket.

- Hi, s-sory, but I... - Lucy panted staring at the hardly clouded body of her friend.

- Lay down in the centre and let's worship the love. - Ianthe said.

- What is going on? - Jack asked.

- This is the way we are going to worship love... Your love for him. - Ianthe said. - Later we will worship your love to me and to Ami as well. I have dreamt about it. And I know that is how it must be done. With the love of such a great power that it can be shared between many lovers, you should lay and make love in the centre of this symbol. It is the flower of life.

- How do you... - Jack was processing what was going on around him.

- I did speak the words from that clay artefact I bought in the souvenir shop in Athens. Now I understand. - Ianthe stood there with her arms wide apart.

- It might look weird honey, but I am going to devote myself to the ancient force of love. I have been brushed by it and it knocked me out of my feet. - Amalthea said to her brother-lover. Her stiff nipples pressed hard on the thin fabric that hardly managed to cover her aureolas.

Jack stood transfixed, watching as his sister-lover Amalthea knelt reverently before their mother-lover and lowered her forehead to the cool, hard ground. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for her unwavering devotion and faith. She spoke in a calm and steady voice:

Oh, great Aphrodite Ourana and Aphrodite Pandemos, you who are known by many names - Venus, Hathor, Astarte, Ishtar, Lakshmi, Oshun, Freya, Inanna, Cypris, Cytherea, and Lada. You, Lady of Love and all that is beautiful and pure, I come to you in humble supplication. Hear my voice as I pour out my heart to you, filled with a newfound desire and passion. Accept my offering, and with your divine wisdom, guide me in the ways of love and help me cast aside the doubts and fears that threaten to engulf me. May your grace and blessings be upon me, now and always.

Jack's attention was drawn by a sudden, bright flash of light in the periphery of his vision. It was as though someone had taken a photograph with a powerful flash, or a bolt of lightning had struck in the midst of a raging storm. He couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had just happened, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. As he peered around the dimly lit room, his eyes darting from corner to corner, he wondered if anyone else had noticed the strange occurrence. For Jack, the world had suddenly become a little more mysterious, a little more unpredictable. What could this sudden burst of light mean, and what kind of secrets lay just beyond the veil of his understanding?

- I am Ianthe, the only living priestess of Aphrodite, this is my daughter-lover Amalthea, - Ianthe pointed at a girl at her feet - who is helping me teach others about the ways of love.

Ianthe turned her gaze up.

- My Lady, hear your servant and accept the offering your child gave you. - She looked down at Amalthea as she slowly stood up and turned to Jack and Lucy.

It was Jack who first noticed the subtle shift in his sister's face, the way her eyes seemed to flash with many different colours as she moved. In the flickering candlelight, it was difficult to discern the exact hues, but he couldn't deny the sensation that something otherworldly was at play.

Lucy, too, felt a tingle of electricity in the air, as though the very fabric of reality was being woven and re-woven in the space around them.

Lucy's gaze shifted to her friend's chest, and she gasped in surprise as she beheld a tattoo of the same symbol that was etched into the floor. The intricate design seemed to pulse and shimmer with otherworldly energy, as though it were alive and imbued with a power beyond human comprehension. Lucy couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and fascination as she gazed upon the strange sigil.

- Lucy, welcome to the house of love. - Amalthea spoke in a steady voice. - If you wish to experience the touch of our lady, please lay down in the centre of the symbol and give her your offering.

Lucy took a tentative step forward as Amalthea turned towards her, a look of quiet determination on her face. Without a word, Amalthea helped Lucy to remove her clothes and gently guided her to lie down on the cool, hard surface of the floor. As Lucy gazed up at the ceiling, she couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability and uncertainty, wondering what kind of strange and mysterious ritual was about to unfold. She trusted her friend implicitly, but couldn't shake the feeling that they were embarking on a journey that would take them far beyond the boundaries of what she knew to be true. With a deep breath, Lucy surrendered herself to the unknown, trusting that whatever lay ahead would reveal itself in due time.

Amalthea and Ianthe's voices fell into a hushed tone, and they looked down at Lucy with a piercing gaze, their hands still raised at shoulder level.

- Do you trust us? - They asked in unison, their words echoing off the walls of the room.

Lucy felt a surge of uncertainty washes over her. But as she looked up at Amalthea and Ianthe, she saw a depth of conviction and strength in their eyes that she had never seen before. At that moment, she knew that she could trust them with her life.

- Yes, I trust you. - she responded with a steady voice.

And as she spoke the words, she felt a sense of peace and clarity.

- What offerings do you bring? - Amalthea and Ianthe repeated in unison, their hands still raised high above their heads. Lucy's mind raced as she considered what kind of offerings would be appropriate for this mysterious and ancient ritual. She knew that the choices she made in this moment could have profound consequences

Amalthea and Ianthe's eyes widened slightly as Lucy spoke, and the energy in the room grew even more intense. It was clear that Lucy's words had struck a deep chord within them, and that they recognized the gravity of what she was offering.

- I give my Lady, my love to Jack, my love to his mother-lover Ianthe, and to her daughter-lover Amalthea. - Lucy repeated, her voice clear and steady.

- I offer my body to be an altar of our Lady. - With each word she spoke, Lucy could feel the power of the ritual growing stronger, as though she was tapping into a wellspring of energy that had been waiting for her all her life. And as she finished speaking, she saw a look of deep gratitude and reverence in the eyes of her boyfriend's lovers, who knew that she had given them a precious gift that would be remembered for generations to come.

- Lucy, do you want to become Aphrodite's priestess? - Both asked another question.

- Y-yes. - she mumbled.

- Do you promise to dedicate her to your every orgasm and every love? Every sorrow and every joy? - Amalthea and Ianthe's voices were barely above a whisper as they asked another question.

Lucy felt a shiver run down her spine as the gravity of the question sunk in. She knew that this was a moment of profound significance and that her answer would shape the course of her life forever.

- I do. I promise to dedicate myself to our Lady, to honour her in all that I do, and to offer her my every orgasm and every love, every sorrow and every joy. - She responded.

s she spoke, she could feel the energy in the room shift once again, as though her words had opened a door to a new realm of possibility. And she knew that she would carry this moment with her always, as a reminder of the power of devotion and the sacredness of love.

- Close your eyes, clear your mind, and accept the love of Lady Aphrodite. - Amalthea's voice was soft and soothing as she spoke, her words laced with the sweet fragrance of incense and the gentle rustle of fabric.

Lucy felt a wave of peace wash over her as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be carried away on a sea of sensations. She could feel the love of Lady Aphrodite coursing through her veins, warming her from the inside out and filling her heart with deep and abiding joy. And as she basked in the glow of this divine love, she knew that she was not alone, but surrounded by a web of interconnectedness that stretched out beyond the boundaries of time and space. For a moment, she felt as though she was floating in a sea of stars, each one a tiny point of light representing the countless souls who had come before her and the countless souls who would come after her. And at that moment, she knew that she was part of something greater than herself, something eternal and infinite and that the love of Lady Aphrodite was the glue that held it all together.

Lucy lay on her back with her eyes closed and was trying to think about nothing. But she couldn't. Lucy found herself constantly seeing images of Jack's cock sinking in Amalthea's pussy as her hand guided it there, and it filled her with a deep sense of jealousy and insecurity. She tried to push the images out of her mind. She knew that she needed to find a way to overcome these feelings and to trust in the love that Amalthea and Jack shared, but it felt like an insurmountable task. And so she turned to Lady Aphrodite, praying for guidance and strength in the face of her fears. She knew that the goddess of love would understand her pain and would offer her a path towards healing and wholeness. And so she surrendered herself to the love of Lady Aphrodite, trusting that she would be guided towards the light. When she opened her eyes, she saw only brightness and heard the goddess's voice.

"Don't worry, child." The voice said.

"Repeat after me"

Jack felt a surge of emotion as he looked at Lucy laying there with her eyes closed, her voice trembling with sincerity as she spoke the words of the goddess. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration for her, and as he looked at her more closely, he realized that he was seeing her in a new light. She seemed more beautiful, more alluring than ever before, and he found himself drawn to her in a way that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

O beautiful Aphrodite, Queen of Love, hear my prayer.

May your divine presence guide me on my journey through life.

May my heart be open to your loving guidance, and may I always be guided by Beauty and Love.

When the storms of life threaten to overwhelm me, may your Love be my anchor and my refuge.

When the sun shines bright and the world sparkles with your radiance, may I know that your Love has led me to a place of peace and joy.

Guide me, O gracious Goddess, as I learn to love myself and walk the path of Love each day.

May I always be worthy of your grace and may my life be a reflection of your beauty and love.

Blessed be, O Aphrodite, Queen of Love.

As Ianthe and Amalthea sang in their ethereal voices, Jack found himself drawn towards Lucy's prostrate form. She lay there, arms folded above her head, one leg bent at the knee and resting on the other. As she moved, the curve of her ass caught his attention, and he couldn't help but notice how the arch of her spine accentuated her curves. Lucy seemed lost in the moment, rubbing her foot against her shin and swaying slightly to the music. Her eyes were closed, but her face was serene, and she radiated an aura of sensuality that was impossible to ignore. Jack felt himself growing more and more entranced by her as if the chanting had awakened something deep within him. He shed his clothes as she approached her.

Lucy felt the divine warmth rushing through her body and move towards her groin. She soon felt her labia fill in with blood and stiffen, the wetness of her sensations was making her moan gently in the anticipation of Jack's breath on her skin as he kneeled at her feet. It made her shiver. She could feel the heat rising in her body, and she wondered if it was the effect of the goddess's blessing. Jack's gesture of submission only added to the intensity of the moment, and Lucy felt a surge of power within her. She wondered if this was what it meant to be a priestess of Aphrodite, to have the ability to inspire such devotion and passion in others. As Jack lifted his head and looked up at her with reverence, Lucy felt a sense of fulfilment wash over her. She knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be, serving the goddess of love and beauty with all her heart and soul.

- I, Jack Sparrow - He said softly between kisses. - son-lover of Ianthe, whose womb I marked with my presence and my semen, brother-lover of Amalthea, whose womb I marked with my semen, offer my love to you Lucy. Will you agree to seal this bond and allow me to mark your womb with my semen?

- I, Lu-Lucy W-Wood - Lucy said stuttering and biting her lip as she struggled with the growing intensity of pleasure. - Accept you, Jack Sparrow, mother- and sister-lover, to seal my love to you and to them with your semen in me.

Jack moved around to kiss Lucy's feet.

He placed tender kisses along her skin, moving up her leg with each gentle touch.

As Jack moved up along Lucy's leg, the scent of flowers became stronger and stronger, until both of them were dizzy from it. The room seemed to spin around them, and they both felt a sense of weightlessness as if they were floating on a cloud. The fragrance was intoxicating, filling their senses with an overwhelming feeling of love and desire. They felt as if they were under a spell, lost in the moment, and unable to resist the powerful force that was pulling them together.

As he came closer, Lucy spread her legs apart showing him her jewel.

Jack took the invitation and moved his face between Lucy's thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal mixed with the strong floral scent of the room. Jack realized that this wet pussy is the source of the scent that hypnotizes him. He started to kiss and lick her, his tongue finding its way to her clit and teasing it gently. Lucy moaned in pleasure, her hands reaching down to hold onto Jack's head and guide him.

As Jack continued to pleasure her, Lucy felt her body start to build towards an orgasm. She moaned louder and her hips began to move in time with Jack's movements.

In that moment, Lucy felt truly connected to the divine, as if the goddess Aphrodite herself was guiding their every move. As she reached her peak, Lucy cried out in ecstasy, feeling waves of pleasure wash over her. Jack continued to pleasure her even as she came down from her orgasm, his lips and tongue still working their magic. Jack started gently suckling Lucy's clit while gently moving his tongue over it. Lucy was moaning loudly, and her voice was echoed by Ianthe and Amalthea.

When his face was on Lucy's belly, she shifted her knees to her chest, and Jack felt a sudden surge of desire. He could feel the warmth radiating from her sweating body, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her. He moved his hands up to her breasts, cupping them gently and feeling them in his palms. Lucy moaned softly, and Jack felt himself growing harder by the second.

Finally, he stopped and moved up to kiss her deeply.

He faced his new lover now and started looking into her eyes.

As Lucy gazed into Jack's eyes, her own seemed to shift and change like the iridescent wings of a butterfly. One moment they were a deep, rich brown, and the next they were a brilliant green that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. Jack was captivated by the beauty of her ever-changing eyes, unable to tear his gaze away from them.

Their naked bodies were slick with sweat, the scent of flowers permeating the air around them. Jack felt the tip of his manhood resting on her wet, hot labia. He could feel the heat radiating through him, and he could barely contain his desire to plunge deep inside her. But he took his time, savouring the sensation of their bodies coming together and the way her eyes seemed to shift and dance with each passing moment.

He could wait no longer.

With a deep groan, Jack pushed himself inside her, relishing the feel of her tightness around him. Her eyes locked onto his, and for a moment it felt as though they were the only two people in the world. As they moved together, their bodies writhing in a frenzy of passion, her eyes continued to shift and change, a beautiful and mesmerizing sight that only added to the intensity of their lovemaking. Lucy's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.