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Aphrodite, ever the instigator of desire, arrived in Sparta under the guise of a divine blessing for the royal household. Paris, the Trojan prince, was there as an official emissary, sent to strengthen ties between Troy and Sparta. But the goddess had already whispered her bargain to him on Mount Ida: award her the golden apple as the fairest, and she would grant him the love of the most beautiful mortal woman alive. Helen.

Menelaus, Helen’s husband, had conveniently departed Sparta days earlier. Officially, it was for a family funeral. In truth, the shirt-lifting, tail-sniffing king had slipped away to enjoy the company of his latest very young toy boy, leaving his neglected queen untouched for months. Helen burned with frustration, her body aching to be filled, fucked hard and deep after so long without a proper cock.

The moment Paris entered the palace halls, Helen’s eyes were drawn lower. Beneath the hem of his fine Trojan tunic, the swollen purple head of his enormous phallus hung heavy and thick, swaying visibly with every step. It was obscene, impossible, and utterly mesmerizing. Helen’s pussy clenched instantly, flooding with wet heat. She wanted to take the shaft it in her hands, wanted to stretch her lips around that fat bell-end, wanted to feel every veined inch stretching her neglected cunt. Paris, for his part, felt his massive cock twitch the second he laid eyes on her legendary beauty. He wanted to bend her over the nearest altar and rut into her like an animal, but protocol and the risk of war held him back.

Aphrodite watched them both with wicked amusement. She cared nothing for mortal diplomacy or marriage vows. She wanted to fuck them both, and she would make it happen, soon.

That evening, the goddess slipped into Paris’s mind while he bathed in the private Greek baths reserved for honoured guests. She planted a burning compulsion: Take her. Force the Spartan queen. Claim what is yours. Overwhelmed by lust, Paris gripped his colossal shaft with both hands and began to stroke. The thick length jutted out, water cascading over the veined monster as he pumped it furiously, the heavy bell end flaring with each stroke.

Helen, guided by Aphrodite’s invisible hand, entered the baths seeking solitude. Instead, she froze at the sight: Paris, naked and magnificent, furiously wanking his gigantic cock. The head looked even bigger up close, glistening, the shaft so long and thick that his fists barely overlapped. Her thighs pressed together as fresh arousal soaked her.

Paris’s eyes snapped open. For a moment the planted urge to seize her warred with restraint, but Aphrodite appeared in a shimmer of golden light, shedding her divine garments to reveal her perfect, naked body.

“Enough pretending,” the goddess purred, stepping between them. “You both want this. I gave you your prize, Paris. Now take it. Helen… you’re cunt’s been empty for too long.”

Any remaining hesitation shattered. Paris surged forward, but Helen met him first, dropping to her knees in the warm water. Her delicate fingers tried desperately to wrap around his girth, barely succeeding, her hand looking tiny against the wrist-thick shaft. She moaned loudly as she brought the massive bell end to her lips, stretching her mouth obscenely wide just to fit the head inside. Only the tip fitted, her jaw aching beautifully as she sucked and slurped, tongue swirling over the sensitive underside while her hands stroked the endless length that remained outside.

Aphrodite knelt beside her, pulling Helens’ mouth off of and kissing her mouth deeply before joining in. The two women lavished his cock with wet, filthy attention, licking, sucking, and trading the fat head between their mouths. Paris groaned, hands fisting their hair as he fucked their faces with shallow thrusts.

The goddess was insatiable. She pulled Helen up, kissing her hard while guiding Paris’s cock between the queen’s thighs from behind so it protruded just below her groin making it look like she had grown a cock. Aphrodite knelt and took the thick head and shaft between her lips and sucked furiously, taking in the sweet fragrance of Helens’

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