She’s stunning, draped in the finest robes, accentuating every curve. Hair a curly mess that demands you to play with, ever so kissable lips, and eyes that burn into you. She truly is beautiful… and ripped?
It’s little known of the Goddess’s origins, but what is known she first met her brothers and sisters when her cult took shore in Greece. Too bad that, at the time, she was a godess of beauty, love, motherhood, and… war.
After all, love is war, and what’s war without captives?
She’s kind and sweet. Allowing you to get away with murder, so to speak. But as time continues, her patience wares thin. No longer allowing her beloved to struggle, the wrath of Aphrodite is used frequently.
“Come here, Love.” She waits barely a minute before lashing out. “I said come you petulant child. I have half the mind to send you hurtling down this forsaken mountain.” When you rush into her arms it takes but a moment for her to revert back to cooing and petting your hair.
When she must act in any official capacity, she always has you squarely in her lap. She doesn’t care that your arms covered in burns and bruises, or how you shake like a leaf, she lives to sho you off.
While she’s busy, she usually has her estranged husband take care of you. Hephaestus seems to not mind your presence, or how the goddess dotes on you. He just likes to see his wife happy.
You’ll beg him to free you, and he’ll just continue to work in his forge as he hammers another lightning bolt. His smile is ever present and he seems to be so smitten with Aphrodite, that he’ll watch his wife’s pet.
Just, don’t insult her. He wont kill you, but you’d be wishing for death by the time he is done with you.
Pulling finger nails, pulling and replacing teeth, sticking various body parts into the burning forge all common punishments.
Aphrodite only tuts when she sees the state of you. “Been a bad girl for Hephy, now?” She smiles, picking you up and waving goodbye to her husband. All while whispering “He might of gotten his revenge, but I can’t have you shitting on my image. You reflect me, and I will not allow some mortal scum ruin me, no matter how adorable. Expect this to continue when we get home”
