Agents of Atlas: New Goddess, New Love (Patreon)

“You are the new goddess of love,” Aphrodite announced. “And we shall celebrate with love… much love.”

Venus swooned. The kiss Aphrodite had already given her had aroused her more than any single kiss ever had, but Aphrodite had a funny grin on her face—the same crazed look in her eyes as when she’d been trying to kill Venus—and after all, that’d just been a few minutes ago.

She also looked excited, sexually, but Aphrodite almost always did.

“Here,” Aphrodite said. She reached into the shadows, which blended with the darkly colored but somehow light incense which misted the room… and from out of that swirling darkness she drew the halter of a centaur.

He sniffed the air, his long red cock throbbing out of its sheath.

“One of my favorite entertainments,” Aphrodite announced. “Chiron. But I tire of him. He’ll service you now. And be serviced by you.”

Venus shook her head. “That’s alright… really. I do alright for myself.”

Aphrodite led the centaur to a collection of straps and ropes dangling from an overhead beam. Chiron wore a halter, its buckles and loops seemingly paired with the apparatus Aphrodite brought him to.

“Not like this,” Aphrodite promised. “I’ve spent thousands of years devising the best ways to couple with all manner of cock, and the creatures attached to them, of course. Please, use my wisdom. Believe me, you don’t want to find out for yourself what it’s like to have one of Chiron’s nieces sit back while you’re going down on her…”

She pulled slightly on the halter and Chiron reared up, gracefully landing his front hooves on a platform below the hanging cords. His cock flexed up, knocking against the edge of the platform, and Aphrodite adjusted it—lifting it, bending it carefully to the side until it cleared the edge of the platform, then laying it down on the strawed floor.

“Usually I’d have a nymph to do this for me,” Aphrodite said. “But better this should be just us. And Chiron, of course. He won’t kiss and tell… not if it ends his free ride.”

Venus doubted that Chiron was the one doing the riding, though.

Aphrodite led the horse closer, until a magick took over and the hanging straps and rope lined up with their mates on the halter. Aphrodite petted Chiron’s mane while the fastening was done, then stepped off the platform.

“This is usually the part where I enjoy myself. I’m tempted to bid Chiron a fond farewell—the fondest I know how. But what use does an immortal have of nostalgia? Come, my successor, and claim the feast I’ve prepared in anticipation of you—one for all your lips.”

Venus’s overriding impulse was to turn and flee. But she just stood there, her eyes trained on the magnificently hardened endowment of her would-be lover. It wept precum. A trickle of her own wet warmth ran from her sex and trailed down her thigh. It was thin, insubstantial juice. Leaving plenty of room leftover in her cunt, despite how wet she was.

Aphrodite glanced down to see Venus clench her thighs together. “I wouldn’t choose a prude to carry on my legacy. You know you’re ready for it. You’re dying for it. Now’s the time, goddess. Now is your time.”

Aphrodite stretched out her hand to Venus; Venus took it with trembling fingers. She was pulled toward the centaur, though she felt like she was moving in slow motion. Her thighs slipping against each other, each little nothing of friction sending a charge into her cunt nonetheless.

Chiron waited for her, his prick trembling like a long, glistening snake above the edge of the platform. Venus had never felt more debauched.

Aphrodite slapped her on the ass: “Get up there and show us how a goddess fucks.”

Venus found her body on autopilot. She crawled onto the straw, her breasts stirring under her. Chiron bent low to sniff her, his nostrils flaring with all the lung capacity of his equine body.

“Let him have a smell of your ass,” Aphrodite said. “Centaurs are so vain—they won’t put their dick in anything if they don’t like the way it’ll smell after. But then, it is quite hard for them to wash the damn things, all the way down between their hind legs…”

Venus backed herself up to Chiron’s lowered head, letting him press his nose to her ass and inhale the scent of her. The centaur snorted, sniffed, then snorted again. His tongue came out and sizzled against her groin, then moved its heat up between her buttocks.

Venus’s breathing hitched. She moaned softly, pleasure and excitement throbbing deep below where she’d been touched, tasted. Chiron’s tongue moved up and down between her buttocks, over her labia, lapping up the juices that the arousal he caused entitled him to.

Venus dropped her head to the straw, looking underneath her kneeling body, past her dangling breasts, to see between her legs. A little further out, the centaur’s enormous prick flexed up and down, dribbling in spurts, as if waiting for her sheathing cunt before it totally released the excessive load it had to give.

He wants to fuck me, Venus thought, and for the first time in a long while that idea seemed shocking, scandalous. Her pussy contracted, more of her arousal flowing down her legs before the centaur could catch it with his tongue.

Chiron snorted fiercely, thrusting his cock into the air. His glanshole was wide open, the underside of his prick slathered with precum.

“It’d be a little funny to let you take that thing just as wet as you are,” Aphrodite commented. “But I’ll be nice and lube it up for you.”

She moved under the centaur’s heaving flanks. Completely underneath Chiron, Aphrodite reached between Venus’s legs, catching her wetness, and rubbed it into Chiron’s very literal horse cock. The heat radiating from the monster that Aphrodite was manhandling enveloped Venus, making her sweat.

“So big, so hard,” Aphrodite muttered to herself as she worked. “You’re really going to give it to the kid, aren’t you? Yeah, make sure she can take it, all of it, everything I once did. I am not coming out of retirement like some superhero with a minority replacement that can’t measure up!”

She covered Chiron’s huge phallus with not only Venus’s wetness, but her own. Then she lifted the prick and rubbed its tip up and down Venus’s cleft. Hot precum seeped between Venus’s folds, which felt as though they were stretched taut already, just being touched by such a monument.

“So, you want it on all fours,” she said to Venus. “You’re a real pretty mare, Venus, and you’ll make an even better bitch.”

Aphrodite’s words should have incensed Venus, but she understood her enough to know they were nothing but complimentary. It excited her, knowing that she was a mare and about to be mounted.

“Do it!” Venus panted, the itch in her cunt now driving her out of her mind. “Do it, please, do it!”

She wiggled her ass, trying to get her contact with the centaur’s prick to become a penetration. Chiron snorted, rearing up to spend some of his restlessness with forelegs slashing the air.

“Hold still!” Aphrodite insisted. “Venus, you’ve got to hold still until it’s in. I’ll help you—"

With a mad titter, she caught hold of Chiron’s prick and held it up to Venus’s parted slot. “Back up, she said seriously. “Fuck yourself on it. I’ll put it in you, you lucky bitch, you don’t even know what you’re in for. You poor, lucky bitch… let’s see if you’re worthy. Let’s see if you can take my mind without either your cunt or your brain breaking.”

Venus pushed, against both fright and the resistance of her own tight cunt. Backing up into the unwavering erection, seeking to impale herself on it whether or not her pussy had ever been meant for such an intrusion.

She held her breath as her labia opened, stretching to accommodate the enormous knob that was the first of Chiron’s prodigious length. It won’t go in, Venus thought. There’s no way it’ll fit!

Chiron then pressed forward himself.

Venus’s mouth stretched into a silent scream. The sudden presence inside her was unbearable. She felt like a baseball had just entered her.

“It’s in!” Aphrodite cried, clapping her hands with glee. “Oh, it’s so deep! Fuck that bitch, Chiron! Make her get you off as hard as I ever did!”

Chiron’s powerful loins drove forward. His cock rammed inward, all but lifting Venus up off the ground. It plunged into her with all its length, all its girth, reaming Venus as wide and as deep as she could take. It had to be at least a foot of horse dick inside her—ramming in and out of her pussy like it could never be anything but his cock sheath.

“Oh God!” Venus keened. “Oh! Oh! It’s too much—!”

“For now,” Aphrodite said consideringly, rubbing her chin. “Soon, it’ll be just enough… and then… well, then you’ll find some hot-assed bitch because you want to see her get despoiled.”