I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Music filled the room from nowhere and everywhere, a sultry beat that seemed to pulse through the air itself. Aphrodite's eyes lit up with that dangerous mix of innocence and knowing that only she could master – like a wolf in sheep's clothing, if the sheep had decided to play along with the game. All of a sudden they were clad again and for some weird reason, Zafron felt... energized.

'Is this her doing?'

He didn't at all feel like they had just gone all out fucking one another. No, not at all. It felt like it was all just starting and he had no idea how.

The melody started soft, building slowly as she began to sing along, her voice a hypnotic blend of silk and sin:

*"Shadows dance across your skin,

Tell me where should we begin?

Night's young, but time runs slow,

How far are you willing to go?"*

Her hips swayed to the rhythm, and she ran her hands through her dark hair, letting it fall around her shoulders like a cascade of silk. The way she moved made the simple act of undoing buttons look like an art form. One by one, they came undone, each revealing another inch of skin that seemed to glow in the warm light.

*"Touch of fire, taste of wine,

Your desire matching mine,

No rules in this game we play,

Till the last light fades away..."*

"You know," she said, voice playful as she slid the fabric off one shoulder, then the other, "mortals think they invented the art of the tease." She turned away, glancing back at him over her shoulder with an expression that was equal parts coy maiden and seductress. "But I was doing this when the world was young."

The chorus kicked in, and she sang with more intensity, each word dripping with promise:

*"Let me show you paradise,

Break all boundaries tonight,

No holding back, no compromise,

Just surrender to the night..."*

Zafron found himself rooted to the spot, mesmerized. The music seemed to flow through her, every beat matched perfectly to her movements. She shimmied out of her top with the fluid grace of water flowing over rocks, letting it pool at her feet.

*"Heaven's gates are open wide,

No more secrets left to hide,

Time stands still when skin meets skin,

Let the real dance begin..."*

Her eyes never left his, carrying that impossible mixture of wide-eyed innocence and raw hunger. It was like watching a goddess playing at being mortal while knowing full well she was anything but. The effect was intoxicating.

"Love this song!" Aphrodite chirped as the room continued to boom with the song.

She spun away from him and shimmied her shoulders and hips, shaking slowly and seductively before him.

"You can take your shirt off," she sang, her voice horribly off key, but he didn't give a shit. "You can take your shirt off," she sang again and pointed to him, lifting her hands.

With a surreal feeling, Zafron peeled off the t shirt he wore. He tossed it at Aphrodite, who laughed and whipped it over her head before tossing it away.

She continued to prance about, her hips and shoulders in perfect time with the slow striptease style song. Zafron found himself moving with the beat swaying back and forth as he turned in a slow circle as she danced around him.

"You can take your shoes off," Aphrodite sang along, and bending her leg, slipped the strap from her ankle. "I can take your shoes off," she did the same to the other shoe, then kicked each of them off, sending them skittering across the smooth floor.

Zafron followed suit, although there was nothing sexy about the way he had to push off his shoes then peel off his socks. But Aphrodite on the other hand could make anything look sexy and he found himself watching her now bare feet as she moved them up and down, spinning on her heels and sliding them over the floor.

Her green and black toes and the tattoos which seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere had him thinking of them on his chest or in the air over his, or her, shoulders. Aphrodite sashayed over to him, her shoulders moving forward and dipping back.

She placed her right hand on his shoulder and pushed it, then slipping her hand over it, gripped him and pulled him forward. She repeated the motion until he fell into time with her, his shoulder going back as hers came forward, then in reverse.

She turned them in a slow circle, her eyes locked on his and her lips parted, her face flushed, and this time not from whiskey, but passion. God, she was sexy! But he didn't try anything, just kept dancing with her, and felt a smile creeping over his face as they moved in perfect harmony.

"Yeah, baby," she purred, now moving back from him as the song went into the next stanza. "You can take your dress off."

She crossed her arms and eased the straps down her arms while shimmying down towards the floor. "You can take your dress off!" she turned her back to him and his breath caught when she worked the straps down her arms and slipped them out of it while swaying her ass.

Aphrodite pushed the dress over her hips as she worked her way down to the floor. Shoving the dress down, she shimmied back up, leaving the dress on the floor and him staring at her creamy white ass with little more than a strip of green lace between her firm cheeks.

She put her hands to her head, still moving with the beat and working her hips and ass in a grinding circle. Zafron unsnapped his jeans, as much to ease the pressure from his swollen, and at this point, aching cock as he did because he figured she wanted him to take them off.

He began to push them down over his hips, but stopped when Aphrodite looked at him over her shoulder, one hand still on the hat, wait, where did that even come from?

She sang, "But you can leave your hat on!" she spun towards him and his eyes went wide in anticipation of her seeing her tits.

But in a blur of motion, she dropped her arm, getting the hat down over them, and laughing at the disappointed look on his face. He could make out the curve of the lower portion of her breasts and some of the top as well, but the hat covered her nipples and most of the rest of her.

Aphrodite sauntered back over to him, and just before she reached him, spun and planted her ass into his crotch. He moaned as she leaned into him, her smooth back and soft hair pressing into his chest.

He slipped his arms around her, and resting her head on his shoulder, she turned her head. "You can..." her words were cut off by him losing patience and kissing her.

She didn't seem to mind as she moaned deep in her throat when her soft lips pressed into his. Zafron eased his arms open, one hand covering just about her entire stomach, his right hand sliding down over her hip to caress her outer thigh.

Her hips worked harder, her ass moving in tight circles over his trapped cock. Aphrodite's lips parted and her tongue darted out, flicking teasingly over his lips. Zafron opened his mouth, and groaned when she didn't hesitate to drive her tongue inside it.

He met it with his own, and they danced over one another as their mouths opened wider, their lips seeking to devour the others. Aphrodite reached up and placed the hat on his head, and in an instant his hands darted up to her breasts, only to realize hers had gotten there first.

She giggled into his mouth, then moaned when he squeezed her hands beneath his, forcing her to grip her breasts more tightly. Zafron slid his right hand down over the soft flesh of her stomach and boldly pushed his fingers into her thong.

"Oh!" Aphrodite gasped, before whimpering when he teased his fingers over her mound, sliding through the patch of hair, and down into her wet slit. Her hips jerked, driving her ass into him, and her body tensed as his fingers teased between her tight lips before pushing them open. Aphrodite tried to move her head, but he fought to keep his lips in contact with hers.

Meanwhile his fingers probed her lower lips reveling in how wet she was. When he eased them back and over her excited clit, she let her head fall back as she moaned, "Yes, oh, fuck yes!"

He caught her swollen nub between his fingers and moved them side to side, making her moan and whimper as she thrust her hips into his hand. Her hand slipped down to cover his, pressing him to her hot slit, and his free hand immediately found her now exposed breast.

He cupped it in his hand, surprised at how heavy it was, and fondled her soft, yet firm flesh. His thumb found her nipple, and traced a slow circle over it and felt her shudder against him.

Zafron fastened his lips to her neck, sucking gently and Aphrodite reached upwards, wrapping her arm around his neck, her fingers gripping his hair and holding his face to her soft flesh.

Her other hand caressed his arm, trailing her nails along it, then covering his hand, pressing it harder to her warm sticky flesh. Zafron eased his lips further down her neck and kissed the top of her shoulder as Aphrodite made adorable cooing sounds in between her soft moans.

Her ass moved in tighter and ever faster circles, rubbing his cock through his jeans and causing him to breathe heavier into her neck as well as move his own hips. He shoved his trapped cock into her minimally clad ass, longing to have nothing between them, but forcing himself to take it slow.

This for all he knew could just be a one-time thing, and if it was, he was going to make it count. As the song wound down Zafron felt as if he were in one induced dreams.

On a dance floor with an all but naked Aphrodite grinding on him while he fingered her, and after he'd watched her do a sexy striptease for him. He moved his hips with hers, trying to match her circular motion, but he wasn't capable of moving that way, so he slowed down and allowed her to continue to tease his already aching cock.

Zafron put the effort into moving his wrist faster and now side to side, spreading her lips wider and working her clit more vigorously.

"Oh, fuck," Aphrodite groaned her nails now digging into the back of his hand as well as his scalp. "Just like that," she emitted a long high pitched whimper. "Don't stop, Zafron, please don't stop!"

He squeezed her breast harder in his excitement, now pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and her moan went up another octave. Her back pressed harder into his chest, and her arm dropped from around his neck to grip her other nipples and tease it with her long nails.