A day in the life.

	The man plowed into the woman, and she moaned out for all to hear. He was but the first in what she was hoping would be a very long line of petitioners for her blessing, which nowadays she bestowed more personally. Agape let her eyes roll back, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she gasped and moaned. A display mostly for the man behind her – for the goddess had learned to control every aspect of herself long ago – but that wasn't to say that she didn't feel it. Rather, every moment was the most incredible experience she could possibly imagine. It didn't matter who was fucking her, and often she didn't have any say (not that Agape would pick any order other than 'whoever makes it to me first) in who she would fuck but that just didn't matter. Anyone, everyone who came to take her made her feel just as good as could possibly be, as long as they had enthusiasm. And this man was certainly full of it, Agape thought as he pulled her arms back, gripping her wrists tightly while he slammed into her.
	The chains on her wrists slapped against Agape's bronzed back, the position he had her in a mockery of her former power over all humanity, and yet she couldn't help but love it. While the man (whose name still escaped her. Oh well. She probably hadn't even gotten it) fucked her roughly, pulling Agape by her arms back onto him with every thrust she pondered on that one. She enjoyed the lack of power, the removal of choice of what she was going to do and with – though her vaunted status as holiest of holies of the temple prevented any serious harm from coming to her regardless, and honestly having all these delicious men come to her rather than having to go out and seduce some strapping lad was more than worth the price of her freedom.
	Agape could feel the man nearing his end. Not only was his pace increasing, his breathing heavy and fast across her back and neck as he leaned forward straining to reach her head, but she could FEEL his orgasm coming, a divine sense still not stripped of her by her light bindings and seals. She didn't begrudge the humans their little toys, Agape thought as she leaned back into her current lover with every thrust, coaxing more delicious noises from him. It wouldn't do to destroy this poor man's mind with pleasure, so the bindings made sense. And speaking of destroying his mind... The man was desperate for release now, having dropped her hands and gripping her hips with an intensity that to most would have felt crushing but to Agape was merely erotic. She wrapped her legs back up around his hips and dragged him forward in a crush, contracting her depths and turning back over her shoulder to whisper “Come on, come in me~” to the sweating wreck of a man buried in her.

	He obliged.

	The warmth and light she felt inside after a few minutes made it all worth it, if the mindshattering divine pleasure hadn't already made it so. The poor man had been unable to properly come down from the high she had sent him on, and he still lay passed out on a spare cushion Agape had dragged over for him. Perhaps she had been a little too rough with him, but it was already ten o’clock and there wasn't the usual line of men ready to be serviced by her. How disappointing, she tutted, before laying back on one of the numerous cushions in the room to wait, spreading her legs and idly playing with herself, feeling the last man's sperm drip out of her while she waited. Agape didn't have to wait long.
	After about ten minutes the other man had left, and two new ones entered the chamber through the red velvet curtain that separated her area from the main temple. Young, handsome, fit, and most important to her, naked. Agape's golden eyes lit up and her lips curled into a wicked smile, beckoning with one hand and her other already knuckle-deep in herself. “Come, over here. I'm waiting~” she whispered, her voice carrying farther than it should have to reach her ears. Instantly she was rewarded by watching her new supplicants harden, though one stopped in his tracks briefly at the sound of her voice while the other pushed forwards towards her across the warm tile floor. The first man reached her and was all over her in an instant, rock-hard cock pressing against the skin of her stomach while he tried to feel her everywhere. Agape giggled, high and feminine like the tinkling of bells before exerting some of her strength to get her admirer to flip onto the carpet, and her perching atop him like some predatory beast. She shifted, and could feel the head of his prick tickle her entrance causing her to bite her lip.
	While the man below Agape was staring at her (and her breasts) with transfixed adoration, the goddess found her attention drawn to the second man who had approached her in the meanwhile. Ooh, how would he take her, she wondered. Would he take her second, unused hole back there? Or would he demand that she debase herself with her mouth? Agape had her answer in moments when he slid his cock against her lips, smearing them with precum. “Open wide, slut.” He spoke roughly, as if unsure of himself and trying to cover it up, and she couldn't help but giggle. That was a good one. She wondered briefly if she could get one of the cleaning girls to paint “Temple slut” on her back. “As you wish.” Agape said just before engulfing him, pressing down all the way to the base. He tried to pull backwards  but a firm bronzed arm around his waist prevented him from escaping the pleasure she could give him. She tried to say as much, but around a mouthful of dick it came out as nothing but gargling – though that seemed to get the message across.
	The man below Agape bucked his hips and grabbed hers, and she realized her mistake in denying her devotee what he desired. She dropped her hips, and her free hand guided the lower man inside of her (her other arm currently busy with guiding the likely virgin man in front of her into establishing a proper rhythm for a facefuck), moaning around the other man when she felt his head split her open. He gripped Agape's hips, and started a quick, fast rhythm of strokes into her. Satisfied that they were going at an appropriate and matching rhythm, Agape let her arms fall loose into the air, supporting herself only with her nigh-limitless back strength as she lost herself in the fucking they were giving to her. She wondered if they would come inside like the last one, or if they would be too squeamish like the three before him. A particularly violent thrust from below caused her to squeak around the man inside her mouth and provoked laughter from both of them.
	Agape let herself be lost in the moment, a haze of pleasure all she felt while they sated their lusts upon her. This really was the life, she thought. What could possibly be better than being able to live in her comfortable temple and have the men come to her rather than the other way around? She really should have asked her brother to help the humans sooner, but given how grumpy he was about the whole situation perhaps that would be in poor taste. She turned her eyes away from the man in front of her and gurgled happily at the queue of naked men forming up for her. She patted her ass twice with one hand and pointed at the first man in line.

Today was going to be fun, she decided.