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Title: {ASSM} Devotion to Aphrodite (Bradley Stoke) (MF FF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MF FF
Short Summary: Diana serves as a temple prostitute in Ancient Smyrna.



Story: Devotion to Aphrodite (5,548 words)

Diana is a prostitute in the temple of Aphrodite and sincerely believes  
in the value of her service to the goddess. But when her friend Andromeda
adopts the new religion of Christianity, Diana's faith is also shaken.  


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Devotion to Aphrodite
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The legionnaire was very hairy. The hair on his broad back 
was long enough for Diana to get her fingers tangled right 
inside. But at least he spoke Greek. Of a sort. Not like the 
Roman centurion who'd fucked Diana for so long just a 
couple of hours ago. He'd spoken Vulgar Latin and some 
words of Aramaic from where he'd been stationed before 
being relocated to Smyrna. But even though she could 
hardly understand half what he said, he'd been a pretty 
good fuck. The sort that reminded Diana of why she'd 
chosen to dedicate herself to the service of Aphrodite. Or 
'Venus' as the Roman had called the divine goddess. 
Typical of the Romans. They steal your religion and then 
they rename all the Gods. But at least they hadn't 
abandoned the true Gods like some people in the city had 
done. 

The legionnaire's cock was thick and hairy and a kind of 
olive colour just like the rest of him. The glans had a small 
kink in it, but Diana licked it and watched as it became 
hard and shiny. She leaned over and dipped her fingers into 
a tub of olive oil, while her tongue nibbled and chewed at 
the scrotum, which tightened as his cock got larger. Then 
she pulled it out of her mouth and sat up. She smeared the 
olive oil all over the cock and testicles. And as she did so, 
she intoned a prayer to the Divine Aphrodite. This was 
standard procedure for a temple prostitute, and one way 
that distinguished her from the common prostitutes she so 
despised: who sold their bodies not for the greatest service 
of the gods, and in particular for the Divine Goddess 
Aphrodite, but for their own selfish pecuniary gain. And, 
furthermore, as was obvious when you saw these sorry 
creatures as they loitered outside the hovels where they 
provided their services, these women had none of the style, 
expertise or even the looks of a temple prostitute. No 
wonder the Temple of Aphrodite felt able to charge its 
services at a premium rate.

After the prayers were done, Diana poured sands into the 
uppermost of two conical vessels, so that the grains would 
slowly drop out into the vessel below through the small 
hole at its base and mark the passing of the time for which 
the legionnaire had paid for Diana's service. As was her 
duty to the Divine Goddess she would ensure that the 
legionnaire would benefit from the arts of Aphrodite as 
taught her by the other temple prostitutes and which further 
distinguished a temple prostitute from the common sort 
that the legionnaire could so much more easily afford.

However dedicated as Diana was to her craft, as her mouth 
closed over the tip of the legionnaire's penis, and she 
sucked in her cheeks, while slopping her tongue beneath 
the thick weight of the penis's girth, she could still 
contemplate the monetary worth of her endeavours. Not 
that one prostitute received more wealth in the temple than 
any other. Her services were for the good of the temple, 
which would safeguard not only the upkeep of the icons 
and statues, but also the long-term welfare of those older 
prostitutes who were no longer able to work in such a 
physical capacity. And the welfare of the children who 
were the fruit of the prostitutes' endeavours and who had to 
be cared for before they were old enough to be sold as 
indentured servants or, if they were female, to work as 
prostitutes in the temple.

The legionnaire's cock was soon at its maximum size, and 
there was still much more than half the volume of sand to 
go. Diana didn't want the legionnaire to be disappointed by 
too brief a love-making, but she sensed that he was very 
keen to enter her vagina, which was scented and perfumed 
according to the rituals, her pubic hair combed and plaited, 
and a ceremonial bronze ring threaded through her clitoris. 
She leaned on her back. This was a legionnaire who had 
undoubtedly raped and pillaged in the service of the empire 
and had learnt some bad habits with regard to how best to 
treat a woman. He pushed Diana's legs apart rudely, with 
his erect penis above him, and then plunged it straight into 
her without any more ceremony. Diana had got rather used 
to that. Soldiers were a rough lot, and those who'd come 
back from the furthest borders of the empire, where 
maltreatment and rape of captured women was common 
practice, were usually the worst. But Diana was a 
professional in the service of her Goddess and her role was 
to satisfy the man's lust, not to comment on his roughness. 
Clearly, the way he was going, it'd all be over well before 
half the sands were gone.

Diana applied her skills to slow down and extend the 
legionnaire's passion, avoiding his slobbery kisses on her 
cheeks and face (that wasn't part of the transaction!), and 
gripping his flobby, hairy buttocks in her hands. The 
inflation that was rife throughout the empire meant that the 
legionnaire was going to pay rather more sestertii for her 
services than he would have done a couple of years earlier 
when his legion was last in Smyrna. But Diana knew that 
those sestertii bought rather fewer goods in the market than 
the fee a few years earlier would have done. All was not 
well in the empire, as the soldiers would so often tell her, 
despite the assurances of the local officials who'd have her 
believe that nothing could injure the Empire under the wise 
governance of the Emperor. There were so many pagans 
and barbarians attacking the borders of civilisation, people 
who worshipped Gods other than those who reigned from 
Mount Olympus. There were the Goths, the Huns and the 
Persians. And the pagans tolerated inside the very borders 
of the empire, who sought to overthrow the divine order 
from within. How could the empire survive if its very 
spiritual basis was threatened? 

"Now your arse!" grunted the legionnaire, pulling his still 
erect penis out of Diana's vagina.

"By the Great Goddess, no!" Diana responded. "I'm not a 
common whore. And you're not in a heathen land where 
barbarians are so depraved that they cannot tell apart a boy 
from a girl. Aphrodite has granted men and women the 
bounty of love, and she has decreed that it is to be done in 
the right and proper way. If you wish to besmirch your 
penis in an unclean receptacle then there are many sluts at 
the forum or the amphitheatre who will be pleased to help."

The legionnaire looked put out. He'd clearly forgotten that 
he was in a temple and that due respect needed to be given 
to its servants. "Forgive me, sister. I forgot myself. You're 
right. In the border land of Britain where the Pictish 
barbarians are massed, there is indeed no true decency. I 
have fucked many a pagan woman's arse, and, yes, I admit, 
a pagan man's too. I have not yet adjusted to civilised life. 
May I be permitted to re-enter the receptacle of Aphrodite's 
benison?"

Diana smiled. This legionnaire wasn't so rough and ill 
mannered after all. "Yes, of course, but first I shall lick 
your manhood again. It has lost some of the edge of its 
fervour."

Today was not an especially busy day. There were no 
festivals being celebrated. No public holidays. The soldiers 
in the city had arrived several weeks earlier and had learnt 
to be less free with their sestertii than they had earlier been. 
Days such as this were days of rest and recuperation for 
Diana. Less than a handful of men to service. She felt that 
the goddess Aphrodite had hardly been properly served 
today, and so when more than an hour had passed since the 
legionnaire had departed, Diana took leave of her chamber 
and entered the main body of the temple to pray to the 
goddess she served.

She entered the temple naked, as all servants of Aphrodite 
had to be within its hallowed walls. It would not be right to 
deny the worshippers of the Goddess of Love the sight of 
the object of love's devotion. Clothes were denied the 
temple prostitutes, except on those rare occasions when 
they should leave the temple estate. In fact, it was this very 
presence of clothing on Andromeda that alerted Diana that 
something had changed for her closest friend. 

Diana bowed to the marble statue of Aphrodite that graced 
the temple, the Venus of Smyrna as the Romans called it. It 
was not much larger than an ordinary woman and it had the 
perfect proportions of the great goddess. The straight nose. 
The womanly bosom. The full buttocks. Diana sighed. If 
only her body was more like the Aphrodisiac ideal. Instead 
of being so very thin. To look at her slender thighs, no one 
could have imagined Diana as a woman of childbearing 
capability ? even though she had borne two children for the 
service of the Great Goddess who were being cared for by 
the elderly temple matrons. 

She had intended to masturbate in front of the great statue, 
thereby demonstrating the extent of her devotion and how 
much she loved the Goddess. She had always believed that 
it was necessary to worship Aphrodite in this traditional 
manner as often as one could, and then smear the juice of 
her passion, which would ease out of her vagina, onto the 
ceremonial candles so that they would burn with the scent 
of her sex. When masturbating, Diana would fantasise 
about the goddess Aphrodite coming down from Mount 
Olympus to be with her, as the gods were wont to 
occasionally do. And then she would take Diana as Zeus 
had with Leda and Europa, and the two would make wild 
sapphic love. Aphrodite's tongue deep in her vagina, while 
she would worship the labial folds of the great goddess. 
That would be the greatest honour for any servant of a 
deity. Sometimes she fantasised that Aphrodite had 
perhaps already come to her. Maybe in the guise of one of 
her clients. Or in the guise of one of the other temple 
prostitutes with whom she so often made love. She hoped, 
however, that she would not be as mischievous as the 
Father of the Gods, Zeus himself, and come as a swan or a 
bull. This was a habit of the Olympians that Diana couldn't 
really understand or appreciate.

But such devotion was not to be. She felt that before 
offering her juices to Aphrodite, she should learn why 
Andromeda had so chosen to disregard the spirit of the 
great goddess and enter her temple in clothes, and such 
modest clothes too. Diana wasn't sure she'd ever seen 
Andromeda in clothing before. All the time they spent 
together in the temple, ever since they were children and 
Andromeda had joined the temple after the unfortunate 
death of her parents in a plague, giggling together, playing 
games together, making love together, not once could 
Diana recall a time when she'd seen Andromeda cover her 
flesh. And such a shame to hide her beautiful body! The 
only body other than that of Aphrodite that Diana had truly 
loved with passion and emotion. Those full womanly 
breasts, the large thighs, the rounded folds of motherly 
flesh, the delicate fingers and toes; surely blessed by 
Aphrodite herself so as to provide her with better service in 
her duties to the temple. 

And where were those breasts and that darling vagina now? 
Hidden under a dress that came down nearly to her ankles, 
and showed only the glimpse of her bosom. Her hair was 
tied back with a hairpin, and she carried a basket under her 
bared arm. Diana recalled their last lovemaking, just days 
before. There had been no hint then that Andromeda 
should so soon dishonour the reputation of the goddess of 
love. Indeed it was to love that she and Diana were the 
most true servants at that occasion. Truly, Cupid's arrow 
had been shot with great accuracy that day. Diana sighed as 
she recalled the rich sour odours of Andromeda's cunt. Her 
own vagina became slightly itchy and moist at the very 
recollection.

"Andromeda!" she called out in an urgent hiss. "Quickly! 
Take off your clothes! You don't want the temple mother to 
know of your discourtesy to the Great Goddess!"

Andromeda looked away from the mural on the wall, 
which depicted one of the triumphs of Aphrodite's passion 
over those who would deny the potency of her love. It was 
a mural that Diana and she had studied for many hours, 
tracing the details of the erect penises as they penetrated 
the virgins who had denied the services of Aphrodite for 
the sake of their selfish devotion to chastity. Why would 
Andromeda find such a painting so very fascinating today?

"Diana!" laughed Andromeda. "You haven't heard? I spoke 
to the temple mother just a couple of days ago. As of today, 
I am no longer a servant of the goddess Aphrodite."

Diana wasn't sure she'd heard right. She gasped, and 
walked backwards into a huge candle, the very one she 
intended to anoint with her vaginal juices. 

"So, the mother hasn't spoken. It's true! I am no longer a 
temple prostitute. I no longer serve Aphrodite."

Diana gathered her wits about her. Defections from the 
temple were not unknown. Sisters sometimes left to marry 
their clients. Sometimes, though this was less often, they 
left because they no longer felt able to offer their body for 
sexual gratification perhaps as much as a dozen times a 
day. "Why? Why?"

"Because I no longer follow the goddess. She is no longer 
the one whom I serve. I have become a Christian."

"A Christian!" This was the worst news possible. 
Andromeda's soul was now lost. She would descend to the 
region of Hades, as did all unbelievers, destined to suffer 
eternal torment. "It's not too late, Andromeda. The goddess 
Aphrodite is forgiving and merciful. She can see that you 
are misled. She will allow you back into the fold. Please, 
Andromeda! Divest yourself of your clothes and return 
again to the service of the Goddess who so loves and cares 
for you!"

"Diana!" laughed Andromeda. "You don't understand. I 
have converted. I have been baptised in the name of God, 
the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. I have chosen to 
follow the dictates of the one true God, who is so Merciful 
that his own Son died so that our souls may be saved."

"Andromeda. Andromeda. This is profanity most foul. And 
spoken within the sacred confines of the great temple of 
Aphrodite. How has this happened? How have you been 
tempted away from the only true way? How have you 
become a pagan?"

Andromeda laughed again. She leaned out and placed her 
hand on Diana's bare shoulder, reminding her again of the 
passion they had shared so recently. She hoped that 
perhaps her love would persuade Andromeda to return to 
the service of Aphrodite and forget about this nonsense 
that the people of the sign of the fish had spread. Rue the 
day that the emperors had become so soft and tolerant that 
they permitted these pagans to spread their faith amongst 
the devout! 

"Diana. It is you who is misled. I have heard the bishops 
and vicars of Christ speak. I have even seen the great 
patriarch of Smyrna himself. The true way is the way of 
Jesus Christ. He who is the Light and the Way. He who is 
Alpha and Omega." Andromeda made the sign of Alpha in 
the air, which looked so much like the shape of a fish. "I 
have struggled for many years with my faith. I have often 
thought that the religion of our Hellenic forebears has lost 
its way. It has been perverted by the Romans, who even 
assigned deity to their emperors, and it no longer carries its 
old authority."

"But Christianity? Does it not come from the Semitic 
nations of the Desert? The people of Palestine, Samaria 
and Assyria. How can a god worshipped by those savages 
be a god for civilised people?"

"Have you not heard? It is rumoured that even some of the 
senators in Rome may be Christian. And very many people 
throughout the Empire have been converted. With the 
momentum of so many conversions, it is surely only time 
until the Roman Empire becomes a Christian Empire."

Diana didn't want to hear more. All she could think of was 
the eternal suffering that her dearest Andromeda would 
suffer. Her genitals would be torn from her. Hot irons 
would brand her flesh. She would be lost forever on the 
further shores of the Styx. She pulled Andromeda to her 
naked body, feeling the unfamiliar cloth against her skin, 
and wept on her shoulder. Andromeda held her close to her 
bosom and kissed her full on the mouth. Diana responded 
eagerly. She grasped Andromeda's head in her hands and 
pulled her face to hers, to smother her with kisses and 
tears, in the hope that she could seduce her close friend and 
in this way encourage her to make love in the temple. To 
take off her hated clothes and to stretch out on the rush 
mats on the temple floor, and to put out the fire of burning 
passion that was inflaming her cunt. If she could just get 
her tongue to her friend's clitoris under the watchful eye of 
the statue of Aphrodite, then perhaps Andromeda would 
see the error of her ways and return to the Aphrodisiac 
fold.

But Andromeda was too strong. "Not here, Diana. Perhaps 
tonight. Please visit me in my new home and we can make 
love there."

"What? Leave the confines of the temple?"

"Why not? You're not a prisoner. I'm sure you can borrow a 
gown so that you can walk the city streets without being 
molested by the brutish soldiers garrisoned within the city 
walls. Please, Diana. And then we not only can make love. 
Again. We can talk together."

Diana nodded. Her hope was that she might persuade 
Andromeda to abandon her newfound obsession and return 
to the service of Aphrodite. And it was this hope that she 
took with her, not long after Andromeda quit the temple, 
her shapely ankles only just visible under the confining 
length of her dress. And this was the hope that she 
presented to the great temple mother when she asked for 
consent to see her past lover.

Agatha, the temple mother, was very understanding but 
also very sorrowful. "We are truly sad to lose Andromeda. 
She has been a good servant to the temple. She has brought 
in many sestertii to our cause. Although she has not blessed 
the temple with her own children, she has blessed it with 
her love. I was very unhappy when she told me that she 
would be leaving. I shall pray to Aphrodite for her soul."

Diana nodded. "I have been masturbating in front of the 
statue of the Great Goddess for over an hour, asking that 
she should be saved."

Agatha smiled understandingly. She was an old woman, a 
grandmother, perhaps nearly fifty years old, her skin tight 
and crinkled, her naked breasts now drooping rather than 
full and firm. But Diana loved her, as it was her duty to 
love those sisters who had served the goddess Aphrodite 
for more than a generation. She knelt down in front of 
Agatha and demonstrated her love by licking, sucking and 
chewing the lips and clitoris and folds of her vagina. An 
old woman's vagina was slack, and the hair was coarse, and 
may no longer offer proof of fecundity once in the lunar 
cycle, but this vagina belonged to the temple mother and 
for that reason Diana sincerely loved it. She hoped that one 
day she might become the temple mother, and then she too 
could receive the tongue and lips of the sisters when they 
came to speak with her.

When Agatha was satisfied by Diana's tongue, she bade her 
go, but advised her that she would almost certainly be 
unsuccessful in her hope that she may be able to save 
Andromeda's soul. "These Christians. They are a persistent 
lot. They love to make martyrs of themselves so as to gain 
sympathy. They practise the strangest rituals where they 
pretend to eat human flesh and drink human blood. They 
have initiation ceremonies where they pretend to drown 
each other. But despite their strangeness and their denial of 
the Olympian gods, their faith continues to grow. I fear that 
one day they may even threaten the temples of the true 
gods."

"Surely, that cannot be! Zeus would strike them dead with 
bolts of divine thunder. Heracles would return from 
Olympus to kill the pagans with his lion's jaw."

Agatha sighed. "I hope you are right. I do so hope you are 
right. But not all is well in the empire. Even the Romans 
may choose to abandon their spiritual traditions. I fear that 
these Christians are as much a threat to the empire's future 
as the Huns, Goths and Vandals that amass at the empire's 
borders."

The streets and avenues leading to Andromeda's new home 
were dark and unfamiliar. It had been a long time since 
Diana had last ventured so far from the temple. She strode 
in the centre of the road, dodging the donkeys and oxen-
carts that carried out the commerce of the city of Smyrna, 
seeing the men who stood by the taverns and stalls not as 
potential customers, but as possible threats. She was glad 
that the gown she wore hid her breasts and crotch so well. 
She didn't wish to attract a man's attention unless he was to 
pay for it. And the only right and proper place for that was 
in the temple.

And when, at last, Diana was outside the hovel that 
Andromeda had described as hers, she was shocked. It was 
just a single room whose door was no more than a woollen 
blanket. And around her were many idle men, but also 
women, who, Diana could see from their painted faces and 
bare breasts, were the common sort of whore that she 
abhorred. But it was one of these sluts she had to ask 
which one of the rundown clay and wattle buildings housed 
Andromeda. 

"Oh the new girl? The posh one from the temple. The cunt 
who's taking my custom. I hope you're taking her back with 
you. We don't want her here."

Diana smiled as politely as she could at the woman. She 
must be almost forty. No wonder she had to wear such 
thick paint over her face. And her breasts were cracked and 
leathery after years of exposure to the sun. But surely she 
wasn't suggesting that her beloved Andromeda had become 
a common whore herself. How obscene! But Diana's 
abhorrence wasn't any lessened when she entered the room 
that the whore had indicated, and saw her lover. But not by 
herself. She was stretched out on the straw mattress while a 
squat balding man plied away at her, his cock deep within 
her anus.

Diana gasped. She had often seen Andromeda with men. It 
was normal for temple prostitutes to see each other in such 
company. Often she and Andromeda had served the 
wealthier clients of more adventurous habits as a couple, 
taking joy from making love to each other as well as taking 
joint responsibility for their client's passion. But to see 
Andromeda serving a client outside the temple, and, what's 
worse, permitting her unclean orifice to be taken as a 
channel of love? This was surely too much!

Andromeda grinned at Diana as she came in, with that old 
friendly smile of hers that the girls had exchanged over the 
years, while not breaking at all into her gasps and moans as 
she urgently pushed her buttocks up and down on the bald 
man's cock. He also noticed Diana standing there, but 
judging that she had not come to also satisfy his lust, he 
only nodded at her, and then returned to his thrusting. 

At least Andromeda wasn't wearing any clothes, Diana 
reflected. Although, seeing as she wasn't in the temple and 
was now a common prostitute, was that now a good thing 
or a bad thing? And Diana was fascinated to see how 
relatively large Andromeda's anus was. She'd never thought 
that it could so easily accommodate such a big fat thing as 
a cock. After all, it was not Aphrodite who had blessed 
women with an anus. If that were so then it would not have 
been a feature shared by men. And when the bald man 
withdrew his fat thick penis, a trail of creamy viscous 
sperm trailing from its glans to the orifice it had been 
pounding so vigorously, Diana was fascinated to see how 
the anus had become so wide and round, with a trail of 
semen drooping down to tangle in the hairs of her vagina. 
Diana guessed from the ease by which Andromeda had 
admitted the organ that she may have been tempted by the 
pleadings of some of the temple clients to permit them a 
license not normally sanctioned within a sacred temple.

Andromeda's client soon left, leaving her with a handful of 
coins on the faces of which was the clear head of the 
emperor. Diana eased off her dress as soon as she was sure 
that he had gone, and leaned down lengthways besides her 
lover. Andromeda kissed her tenderly on the lips and didn't 
seem at all put out that Diana didn't immediately 
commence making love with her. When they lived together 
in the temple, they would normally have already slumped 
into the slippery, sweaty heap of passion, so great had been 
their mutual love. Instead now, Diana was content to lay on 
her back with one arm around Andromeda's bare back, 
while her lover leaned over her and stroked her nipples.

"I can't lie, Andromeda. I came here in the hope of 
persuading you to return to the true faith. But now I've seen 
the horrors to which you have allowed yourself to descend, 
I'm not sure that you may not already beyond saving. You 
have not only become a Christian, which defies the natural 
order, you have also become a common whore. Is this how 
it is in your new religion? Do women who serve Christ 
also sell themselves in such a demeaning way? Proffering 
their arses to any pervert who wishes to take them?"

Diana laughed. "Don't confuse my profession with the 
religion I profess. I had no choice when I left the temple 
but to become a whore. But one who works for herself. Not 
for the upkeep of a huge marble temple. But my faith is a 
separate issue. I left the temple not because I no longer 
wished to make a living by having sex with strangers, but 
because I truly believe in Jesus Christ."

"So you work for yourself, now? You have sex for money? 
Not as a service to the great goddess Aphrodite?"

"I always did have sex for money, Diana. How else could I 
have afforded to leave the temple? Don't say you don't also 
make money by offering satisfaction to the clients outside 
of the normal remit?"

"Like anal sex? No. Never."

Andromeda laughed. "You're such a prude, Diana! You 
really do believe in Aphrodite!"

"Of course. As so did you. Until recently."

"I'm not sure that's true. I don't think I really believed in 
anything before now. But Jesus Christ is a god who 
forgives and condones. He feasts with prostitutes and 
moneylenders. One of his disciples, Mary Magdalene, it is 
said, was a common prostitute. But there are so many 
different stories of Jesus Christ. Some people say that He 
believes in chastity and virginity. That He Himself was a 
virgin until He died. I can't believe that! He was a man, so 
He must have had sex. Someone should gather all these 
different stories together in one book so that people can 
agree on who is the real Jesus Christ. And what He taught."

"So what did he teach? I heard he was some kind of doctor 
or something."

"He performed miracles. He turned water into wine. He fed 
a multitude on a single fish. He brought people back from 
the dead. And He even came back from the dead Himself."

"That's nothing! The gods performed much greater 
miracles than that. Zeus throws thunderbolts. Apollo 
carries the Sun on a chariot. Athena brought wisdom to the 
world. Aphrodite brings love, the greatest of all virtues."

"But, Diana, I don't believe that stuff. It just seems like 
myth. Fairy Tales. Legends. Where are the centaurs, fauns 
and dryads of your faith? The Roman Empire stretches to 
the limits of civilisation and yet no one has found the gods 
on the top of Mount Olympus or navigated the River Styx 
or even found the places mentioned in the epic poetry of 
Homer and Virgil. I don't believe all that. But Christianity 
has the ring of authenticity. It's about ordinary people, not 
kings and queens, tyrants and monsters. And it's hardly two 
hundred years since Jesus Christ lived and died. Not 
thousands of years ago, like Heracles and Theseus and 
Odysseus. And the message of Christianity is forgiveness. 
If you agree to follow the Christian religion, then whatever 
you do, however bad your crimes, you will be forgiven, 
and go to Paradise. Do you think Aphrodite can do that?"

"That's not fair. Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love. If you 
serve her, she will protect you both in this life and the 
next."

"Oh, Diana. Do you really believe in Aphrodite? Do you 
really think that there is a family of deities who bicker 
amongst themselves but also have the time to help people 
who serve them? What happens when, like Paris, you serve 
the wrong god and lose out in the cosmic politics? With 
Jesus Christ I know that if I am baptised, if I confess my 
sins, and if I attend religious services, I shall go to 
Heaven."

"But what are these religious services? I've heard that 
Christians are cannibals and eat human flesh and drink 
human blood."

"That's the mystery of Christ. Transubstantiation. Anyway, 
that's what the priest says. So come on, Diana. Can't you 
see that your faith is misled and that the true faith is that of 
Jesus Christ? After all, there are so many Christians in the 
Empire now, that Christ may indeed have already 
triumphed."

At that moment Diana didn't feel so confident in her 
beliefs. But as she nestled in against Andromeda's body, 
she found that however much she might start doubting the 
substance of her faith, she was becoming more and more 
certain of its spirit. She worshipped the Goddess of Love, 
and whether she could be sure of its historical veracity, 
which was surely the proper matter for debate by the 
scholars, she knew that she believed in love itself.

And here in Andromeda was the object of her love. As it 
had been for so many years. And so it was to be again that 
night and through to the early morning. The two girls soon 
bowed to the urgency of their physical passion: Diana for 
the softness and smoothness of Andromeda's womanly 
body and Andromeda for her lover's more slender, almost 
adolescent frame. Diana's mouth and lips ventured again to 
Andromeda's cunt, taking those lips again in her teeth, her 
tongue deep inside the slightly roughened flesh of her 
vulva, while her nostrils luxuriated again in that rich sour 
taste she so loved. While her own vagina was lapped and 
licked and soaked by Andromeda's tongue, her vaginal 
juices mixed with her lover's saliva. 

But in amongst the saltiness of the sweat and saliva, and 
the pungency of the sexual juices, and the odour of 
passion, as the two girls' bodies slid over and about each 
other, there was also the trace of Diana's tears. She knew 
now that although she served the Goddess of Love, that 
very service that she so deeply believed in would now 
mean that she would be parted from the object of her love. 
Much as she enjoyed her sex with her clients, and enjoyed 
her lovemaking with the other temple prostitutes, and 
would joyfully service the temple mother as often as was 
required, nobody in her life had given her the passion and 
depth of love that Andromeda had given her. And she felt 
sure that nobody had ever received the intensity of love 
that Diana was giving to Andromeda.

And now, for the love of the Goddess of Love, she would 
now be parted from the object of her love. It saddened her 
so much to know that her darling Andromeda was now a 
pagan and a common whore, and who would be destined 
for an eternity at the pleasure of Hades. But Diana had her 
beliefs. They were sincerely and profoundly felt. And 
nothing would part her from her faith. Not even the love of 
another woman.


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