In a London not quite our own — where Olympus towers in chrome and glass above the city skyline, and the gods live not in myth but in penthouse suites — one goddess awoke to the pulse of desire.Afrodite stirred. The air vibrated with a familiar thrum — the aching frequency of raw, masculine lust. It called to her. It always did.With a smile, she chose her form for the day: a soft, red-haired beauty in a short white summer dress, legs bare, her figure draped in innocence. A glamour spell shimmered over her like perfume — no one would recognize the goddess beneath the silk.She stepped out into the city, drawn to the hum of hunger… and it led her to a park. A date. A boy, flushed with nervous energy, and a girl posing only for spite — using him to torment some unseen ex through photos and fake affection.Afrodite tilted her head and whispered a small charm. The girl’s gaze glazed for just a moment, attention drifting elsewhere.And then it was just him. Alone. Ripe.She approached like a breeze, all warmth and softness. Her smile was the beginning of a story he wouldn’t believe, her voice the start of his undoing.“Win me that bear,” she whispered, eyes glinting. He didn’t hesitate. Like a mythic warrior, he took aim — and hit every target with perfect precision.She laughed, delighted, as he handed her the oversized plush bear. A reward worthy of a mortal’s triumph.They walked together. He asked if she wanted to try the roller coaster. She had never been on one. Not once in all her immortal life.She agreed.The slow climb, the rattling rails, the moment before the fall… it was thrilling. And when the drop came, when the wind screamed past her and her body lifted with g-force and fear and delight — she came.A pure, shuddering wave of pleasure, her back arched, her soul catching fire inside a steel ride of mortal joy.
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