Aphrodite's Convert Pt. 01

The Temple of Aphrodite - Knidos - 18th June 282BCE.

Callidora had visited the temple that very morning to pay respects to Aphrodite in her fortune of having been matched with a suitable man who she was soon to be wed to thanks to her mother, a woman who had been happily married for over 20 years simply wished the same for her daughter, a nice quiet life with a nice man...

It seemed though that her daughter disagreed since Callidora was stooped, hidden behind a column on the edge of the temple in the dark of the night!

The poor girl couldn't think of anything else, since that morning her mind had been ensnared by Aphrodite's body and it's uncanny similarities to her own.

Callidora could hear the worshippers in the temple, guttural moans and wails filled the otherwise soundless night. She was scared, seeing loose shadows moving in and out of sight from the light of the sconces scattered among the columns, her head trying not to look but her body, her body couldn't help but keep looking to the shadows. Within her something had been awakening and she couldn't begin to ignore it.

Since that morning it felt like the world had come to life for Callidora, like a blind babe suddenly setting its eyes upon a rainbow. Her body had been flushed all day, her loins aching in desire like a fire was being teased to life from sparks off a tinder box.

She had struggled to stay still at home, constantly wriggling and writhing, the longer the day had gone on the more the feelings in her seemed to rule the movements of her body and by now a blissful disassociation was sweeping over her, beginning to detach her mind from the physical, perhaps keeping her mind safely clear of what her body was thronging to do.

Callidora had not realised that crotch was, by now a swelling sticky mess. She had managed to keep the growing physical signs of her arousal hidden through the day but now that she was here her hands couldn't help but venture up her dress. She gently traced her fingers along the fluids of her arousal, barely aware of doing so while entranced with the shadows in the temple, up from her lower thighs. To her civilised mind it would feel wrong but her body had locked that part of her mind away.

Her fingers pressed into her thighs strongly, relieving some of the tension she felt inside her. She lifted her right hand out of her dress and without any consideration began suckling on one of her fingers, dining on the ecstasy inducing taste of herself. Her left hand acted on instinct, reaching her vulva and sliding itself all over, covering her pubis in her own sticky arousal.

"mmhmff"- She clasped her wet fingers over her mouth, covering it, listening intently for the smallest of signs that someone had hear-

"There is one here without permission." The voice echoed from the centre of the temple making Callidora jump and in her state of fright she froze, not knowing where to run...

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Callidora was soon surrounded by figures, women-

Nude women!

Callidora didn't know what to do, her mind wanted to cover them and their shame but her eyes wanted to keep looking, to-

Two of the women picked her up.

"P-put me down" Callidora half moaned at her captors.

They carried her to the centre of the temple, face to face with Aphrodite and surrounded by even more women who had stayed within the interior of the temple. The two women put Callidora down and blindfolded her facing the statue.

A soft and warming voice spoke "I know what brings you here my child but do you?"

Callidora stood facing the dark in her blindfold "I-I was curious as to the cult, I-I thought I could gain more favour for a successful marriage?" Callidora was questioning herself, why did she return here in such danger?- A shock ran through her body, a jolt of immense physical pleasure, she keeled over onto her knees, her eyes ahead only seeing rivers of gold and sapphire skies. It felt like a dozen angels lifted her up to Olympus and fondeled her into a blissful mix of unconsciousness and amnesia: not thinking nor remembering, then she saw Aphrodite.

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The physical body of Callidora was knelt over, the lower portion of her dress utterly drenched and vulva on full display, grool streamed down the inners of her thigh and her left shoulder twitched profusely.

However, Callidora's mind was far away from her body, stood in a golden river talking or rather being talked to by Aphrodite, the goddess of love and Aphrodite needed to desperately impart some knowledge of love onto Callidora.

"You see what brought you here now child?" Aphrodite asked Callidora with a real sense of urgency in her voice.

Callidora opened her mouth to spout another concocted lie about the cult or marriage but all that came out was the truth "Women. I love other women."

Aphrodite flung her arms round Callidora, embracing her as Callidora felt a lifetime of weight lift from her body.

Upon looking down at her hands Callidora began to see the beauty, the power in herself.

"Do you want to see more of your beauty?" Aphrodite asked, stood in front of her, tall, proud and nude with her shimmering dark red hair flowing in-between her perk breasts.

Her green eyes reflected some of the shining red of her hair in the edges of their irises and her pubis was adorned with a thick luscious crown of dark red pubic hair which twinkled reflecting the golden river below.

Her skin was beautiful, adorned with light freckles and spots, each one standing prominent and vivid almost demanding to be focussed on and worshipped more than any typical sexual organ. Finally around her left thigh and right forearm were jewelled bands forged in the shape of snakes, the one on her left thigh coiling up to a pale red mark just on the crease between her bum and the top of her thigh.

As Aphrodite's resplendent and glorious confidence and form struck the eyes of Callidora she felt another jolt run through her, "Aphrodite" she thought, she was having an orgasm from- "Uhmmmfffhh"-

she covered her mouth with her trembling hands but- "mhmmmfffhhh.."

She knelt there in her mind trying to suppress her relaxed moans while her hands shook and her body trembled. Aphrodite sat beside her embracing her with both arms

"sorry I usually seem to have this effect on mortals, you're all so much more excitable than us gods." ..."Take your time."

"Uh! Oooh! Oh Go- mmmffffhhh..."

As Callidora came a second time Aphrodite sat comforting her "I imagine this may take some time."

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The golden sun shone through the still sheer curtains in Callidora's room waking her with a start, after all she was convinced she was last at the temple and, and had been held in the arms of a nude Aphrodite!?

She laid there listening to the gentle sound of the sea lapping calmly onto the coast... she felt totally calm... closing her eyes her breath slowed...

"Are you alright child?" Within her closed eyes she could've sworn that was Aphrodite's voice.

"Just when you accepted your love of women and began to see the true power of yourself you went soft on me and couldn't stop, I lost count after the fourth orgasm."

"Aphrodite? Where are you?" Callidora asked unfazed

"I'm here with you, I have been all night silly!" A voice whispered into her left ear.

"AAAH!" Callidora yelped then covered her mouth as to not alert her parents.

"You were doing that a lot last night as well!" Aphrodite chuckled.

"Why are you here!?" Callidora angrily whispered to her immortal bed partner.

In a more serious tone Aphrodite quietly said "I only kid child, I am here because last night you admitted something to me and had begun to admit the longing you have for female admiration and love, something which my cult on this island specialises in as a haven for fellow women lovers such as I and yourself."

"Wait! You love women too?" Callidora spluttered.

"Haha, well yes of course, how could one be a inspiration of beauty to women if I did not worship the female form in all its delightful intricacies?"

Aphrodite could see Callidora's face forming a new round of questions and before her mouth could open to utter a singular vowel or consonant she whispered "Callidora babe of Knidos, disregard the advice of that mighty head of yours and heed the advice of your heart, the organ of passion" and with that Aphrodite's gentle lips locked with Callidora's pale pink lips and the young Callidora fell under the spell of the goddess, after all no one mortal could resist her.