Chapter 4 – The Test and the Return
A few days had passed since Zeus's visit.
I needed to be sure.
I took the primitive hammer I had made myself — a heavy, dense stone bound with fibers and leather to a sturdy wooden handle — and went down to the ark. I chose a visible side plank and struck it with all my strength. The impact echoed. The wood trembled… but did not yield. Not even a scratch. I tried again. And again. The stone rang against the blessed surface without leaving a mark.
The blessing was real.
I put the hammer away, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and smiled quietly.
'Inviolable.'
Then the air changed.
The sweet, hot scent arrived before her. Stronger than the first time. More anxious.
Aphrodite appeared in the middle of the clearing, bare feet touching the grass, her body already half-naked under the pink light that accompanied her. Her eyes shone with an urgency I had not seen before.
"Godwyn."
I barely had time to turn fully. She advanced like a wave and pushed me against the wall of the ark. Her lips crushed against mine with hunger. Few words. Almost none.
"I missed you," she murmured against my mouth, already tearing at his tunic. "Too much."
I returned the kiss with the proper external devotion, hands holding her waist with apparent respect.
Inside, my mind was working.
'She came back earlier than I expected. Good. The addiction is beginning.'
This time I was not careful.
I was intense.
I pushed her against the blessed wood and began to explore every part of her. I kissed her neck, descended over her full breasts, sucking the rosy nipples until she moaned loudly. My hands gripped her waist, slid down her wide hips, opened her thighs. Her pussy was on full display — pink, clean, already swollen and glistening with desire, the lips wet and parted, the clit standing out.
I knelt for a moment and tasted her with my tongue, slowly at first and then with more hunger, until she pulled my hair and moaned:
"Aaaah… Godwyn… like that… don't stop…"
Only then did I lift her, place one leg over my arm, and thrust in all at once. Aphrodite screamed, nails digging into my shoulders.
"Fuck—!"
I drove deep, without mercy, timing the thrusts in a calculated way. Every movement hit exactly where she felt it most. I changed positions several times. On all fours, holding her hair while thrusting deep, listening to the loud, wet moans echo. Then on her back, legs spread as wide as possible, sucking her breasts while filling her pussy. Then riding, with me controlling the rhythm from below, forcing her to feel every inch.
I filled her pussy once. Then again. Then once more. Cum ran down her thighs, mixed with her own fluids, and I kept going, forcing new orgasms until she trembled without being able to form complete words.
"Ahh… ahh… Godwyn… you… for a mortal… you are far too good…"
The confession came out breathless as she came once more, her entire body clenching.
"Feel honored… to be graced by this goddess…"
I did not answer with words. I only continued, deeper, heavier, watching every reaction.
'I still haven't used even ten percent of the Kamasutra techniques. I've barely scraped the surface.'
When we finally stopped, Aphrodite lay on my chest, her body hot and soft, fingers tracing absent circles on my skin. The scent of sex hung heavy around us.
I ran my hand through her hair with apparent affection, voice low and reverent.
"My lady… this servant rejoices at having served you once more."
She laughed softly, satisfied.
I took advantage of the opening carefully.
"Olympus must be… magnificent. Very different from here. My lady must see things no mortal has ever dreamed of."
Aphrodite yawned lazily, still resting her head on my chest.
"It's noisy. Full of jealousy and arguments. Zeus shouts, Hera shouts back… sometimes it's tiring."
I continued in a soft, almost innocent tone.
"And my lady… is respected among them, is she not? A presence as powerful as yours must be heard."
She smiled against my skin.
"Some listen to me. Others try to use me. You, at least, truly worship me."
'I worship, yes. In the way that suits me.'
We stayed like that for a while. I asked light questions, disguised as a servant's curiosity, while she spoke without realizing how much she was revealing. When she finally stood, still a little unsteady on her legs, she kissed me once more and disappeared in the same pink light.
I remained naked, sitting against the ark, body still warm.
A few days passed.
Then I saw it.
Far away, under the enormous tree where the oldest of my race used to sit, his body lay on the ground. Motionless. The earth around him was already beginning to open slowly, swallowing the golden skin as if reclaiming it. There was no struggle. No apparent pain. Only the final sleep.
I watched in silence.
'It is not only the extinction of the species that I must survive.'
'I must also survive my own time. Fight for my lifespan.'
I looked at my own hands, at the defined arms, at the broader, more marked chest than any other Golden Human I had ever seen. My routine of training, hunting, and constant work had transformed me. I looked… more alive. Healthier. Stronger.
And Greek mythology, I knew, had many doors.
Many ways to cheat death.
I stood up, cleaned my body, and entered the ark once more.
The game was only beginning.