Chapter Two
“I wanted to see you,” she answered enchantingly, her smile dazzling in the softly light. Clark loosened his tie and sat down heavily in the oversized chair across from her. She was sensually reclined on the couch smiling at him. He couldn’t help notice that she looked breathtaking, but then she was the Goddess of Love. The diaphanous gown she wore barely contained and concealed her spectacular body. Every female curve seemed to be highlighted to its full advantage. Her golden locks tumbled in curls down around her shoulders, while her emerald eyes glistened with seduction and merriment. She was as close to physically flawless as any being could be. Clark took all of this in and then brushed it aside as he remembered whom he was dealing with.
“It’s been a long week and a bad day, Aphrodite, I’m really not interested in whatever game you or the other Gods are playing.”
“I’m not here to play any games, Kal-El,” she replied, her tone like a silky purr.
“Then why are you here,” he asked, already tired of this.
“I’m here for you,” Aphrodite simply said, her smile growing even more brilliant.
“Really? I’m so flattered, but sorry, not interested,” he said sarcastically. Aphrodite laughed at this, the sound almost like music in its beauty. A thrill went through the Goddess like she hadn’t felt in ages. She hadn’t been with a mortal in what felt like a thousand years. It was too easy and ultimately unsatisfying for her, but this one was different. He wasn’t enchanted and overwhelmed by her like every other mere mortal. He resisted her charms at every turn and that intrigued her. Her sister Artemis might be the Goddess of the hunt, but Aphrodite enjoyed the chase as well. Undeterred, she rose and glided towards him. Clark stiffens but didn’t move. Effortlessly, she slips into his lap, wrapping her lithe arms around his neck. As she suggestively presses herself against him, he reaches out and stops her.
“I told you I didn’t want to play your game, Aphrodite and I meant it. We mortals are just playthings for you and the other Gods. We’re just something to toy with for your amusement. You don’t care or feel anything, no emotions, no love, just your own personal wants matter to you,” he said forcefully, moving her back to arms length.
“Is it so unimaginable, that I might just want to be with you,” she asked, her voice still tempting and inviting.
“Yes,” he said flatly, “so why are you really here?”
Like any good hunter, Aphrodite knew her prey. This mortal wasn’t going to be charmed or seduced by the usual flirting and temptation, so she decided to try a different tact, the truth.
“I’m bored,” she said plainly, looking him directly in the eye.
“That I believe,” Clark said, a little surprised and shocked by her response. “What about Ares or one of the others, surely they could relieve your boredom, Goddess?”
“Ares is being punished for something or other and besides I grow tired of his constant talk of war and battle,” she admitted. Clark found himself responding to her truthful approach and softening the hold that kept her at arms length.
“That being said, I’m sure there are countless other men that are eager to worship and adore you, Goddess,” he offered, his voice not quite so hard as before.
“Yes, that’s true, but I have no interested in being worshipped right now,” she said, her eyes holding his gaze, as she inched herself closer to him. Clark was becoming very aware of the effect she was having on his body being pressed so close to him. Her exotic fragrance seemed to invade his senses. He didn’t know what game she was playing, but her honesty seemed to have him unsettled.
“Don’t you ever get bored, Kal-El?” she softly queried, her delicate fingers stroking against his neck. “Even with all your powers and daring do, haven’t you come home to this drab apartment and been bored?”
“Yes,” he answered honestly, his voice raspy as her company continued to cause reactions. He needed to put some distance between her and him. Moving at super speed, he shifted her off his lap and onto the chair while he moved across the room from her.
“This is some game of yours, Aphrodite, I know it and don’t like it. You care nothing for me, just as you know I’m not in love with you.”
“Yes, that’s all true,” she said simply, shifting herself in the chair to get more comfortable.
“Then why? Why this,” he asked, turning to stare at her. She seemed to take a moment before answering.
“Maybe because you’re not in love with me and probably don’t even like me, is the reason you’re so attractive to me right now. I’m not interested in someone worshipping me as a Goddess or composing odes to my beauty, Kal-El. I may be a Goddess, but I’m also a woman.”
“Yes, I’m very aware of that,” he absently admitted, running his hand through his hair as he paced back and forth. Aphrodite smiled and then giggled at his off-hand comment.
“I was beginning to think Kryptonians were made of stone,” she teased. Clark turned to look at her and had to smile at the situation.
“No, I’m not, but that doesn’t change anything, Goddess. What you’re talking about is wrong.”
“Why?”
He stopped pacing and stood looking at her. “I shouldn’t have to tell the Goddess of Love that it’s wrong for two people that don’t even care about each other to have, well, um a-a physical relationship. There should be more than just-just sex,” he fumbled to say. He felt ridiculous having this discussion, but there was a principle involved.
“Ideally, yes, Kal-El, but we both know the world isn’t an ideal place. People have sex for all sorts of reasons besides love and the Gods are no different. I’m lonely, Kal-El,” she said softly, “Have you never been lonely?”
The weight of the last few weeks seemed to come crashing back down on him. He had felt so alone in the world, isolated from everyone and everything.
“Yes, I have,” he admitted, sitting down slowly on the couch across from her.
“Tonight we’re not a Goddess and a Superhero, Kal-El, we’re just a man and a woman, both lonely,” Aphrodite continued, seeing that she was making progress with him. The thrill of the conquest raced through her, but she knew she still had a ways to go. She could see he was struggle with himself about all of this. “It may only push the loneliness away for a short time, but isn’t that something?”
Clark was in turmoil. Everything that had happened since his return had been weighting him down and now Aphrodite’s words seemed to slither into his brain and reverberate.
“But without any love it would just be lust. No caring, no nothing, just emptiness,” he stated.
“No, Kal-El, there would be passion and yes, lust, but there would also be pleasure and joy,” she said beguilingly, slowly rising and moving towards him. “Is there no place for simple fun and enjoyment in your world? Must everything be duty and honor? Can’t pleasure be enough for it’s own sake?”
She moved over to him and fluidly straddled his lap, holding his gaze the whole time. He could feel himself reacting. The unbelievable softness of her skin against his was playing havoc with his emotions.
“We both have our eyes open and know this is what it is,” she began, her bee stung lips inches away from his. “I’m not asking for any declarations of undying fidelity from you and you expect none from me. You respect honesty, so here it is. I want to share a bed with you. I want us to give each other pleasure. Why is that so wrong?” she continued, her voice barely a sultry whisper. She could feel his resistance failing and her victory within grasp. Aphrodite had one more card to play in her hand and she used it.
“You’re a bull in a world made of china, Kal-El. Every moment of your life you’ve had to maintain control around everyone and everything. Every day, you’ve been vigilant, cautious, in control, never risking being your true self,” she whispered, her lips tantalizingly close to his. “With me you can be who you really are, all of you, without fear or worry. It might be the one chance in all your life to experience that. Are you really going to let a chance at knowing what that’s like slip through your fingers?”
She was so close and what she was suggesting was so tempting. All the sorrow and pain of the last few weeks seemed to have crystallized into overwhelming need. Passions he hadn’t known existed within him threatened to explode. Her words had resonated within his core and he was tired of fighting against them. She felt so good against him that he didn’t want to fight it. They both understood what this was and she was right, for now it was enough. With a rumble of deep passion, Clark gave into the desire, claiming her lips hungrily and forcefully. Aphrodite returned his embrace with equal passion, relishing the conquest and wanting more. Clark pulled her powerfully against him, holding her tighter than he had ever held anyone, yet she only pressed herself against him harder. Their lips devoured each other in bruising, lust filled kisses. Reaching behind her, a flick of his wrist sent the coffee table smashing against the far wall. They were on the floor then, both of their hands exploring the other. His clothes and her gown ripped away, leaving nothing between them. Her skin felt like electric silk under his touch, while her fingers danced beguilingly over his body. Time seemed to cease as they caressed and explored each other. It wasn’t a tender embrace of first time lovers, but a wild, carnal entwining of two beings overwhelmed by passion. This wasn’t the ethereal Goddess in Clark’s arms, but the earthy, erotic Goddess of desire. He held nothing back for the first time in his life and she eagerly received it, demanding more. When their bodies finally joined, it was as if a pulse of astonishing energy shot threw both of them. Their passion and desire seemed to feed off one another and only increase. They spiraled higher and higher, each driving the other on. Her legs curled around his body, as she molded herself to him. Somehow her entire body seemed to be touching and teasing him. He kissed and caressed every part of her magnificent form. Her gasps of pleasure mixed with his groans of enjoyment. With strength that surprised him, she easily rolled them over and was on top, never breaking sensual contact with him. Every moment seemed to add to their hunger, spurring them on. Her lips teased and tempted him. Aphrodite seemed to enflame every cell in his being. Clark rolled her back under him, his lips devouring her mouth with punishing kisses. She writhed under him as his glorious assault drove them both higher and higher. It was almost a test of wills and in the end hers won out. Time seemed to stop for Clark as he felt the wave of ecstasy flood through him. He had never experienced anything like it and then she joined him in surrendering to the bliss. Choke gasps escaped his lips as his body convulsed in euphoria against hers. Aphrodite’s own climax came with a rush and she gasped and clung to him as wave after wave crashed through her perfect shape. Both their bodies felt as if they were humming from the sensations and it took several minutes for then to slowly come back down. Clark lay back on the floor with Aphrodite on top, still sensually grind against him in a slow, enticing fashion. She looked down at him with her brilliant smile
“Well, you certainly are a Super Man,” she sensually said, softly kissing her way along his throat and chest.
“I aim to satisfy,” he chuckled, his body still vibrating in the afterglow of completion. His hands were still absently stroking her velvety flanks, as her body seemed to renew his passion.
“I don’t recall saying I was satisfied quite yet, Kal-El,” she provocatively whispered to him as she kissed his lips, hard and challenging. He saw the seductive smile on her lips and the teasing sparkle in her eye and felt himself responding to her.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to see what I can do about that, won’t I, Goddess,” he said in a low, passion filled voice. He slowly rose up from the floor, his arms holding her against him and floated towards the bedroom
“Let’s hope you’re up to the challenge, Kal-El,” she whispered teasingly into his ear as she stroked and kissed him.
“I’m not called the Man of Steel for nothing, Goddess,” Clark said with his most serious expression. As the door closed behind them, the sounds of both of them laughing could be heard.
