Unfaithful

(cruel, feet, city destruction, insertion)

Aphrodite grinned as the skeletal remains of the Parthenon crumbled beneath her sandal; it was effectively useless nowadays, but she knew Athena would still be at least a little angry. With a twist of her ankle the once impressive structure was ground to a fine dust, joining the plumes of smoke emanating from the chaos below the acropolis. She kept her foot planted firmly on the hill, surveying the surrounding metropolis. It looked quite different to when the Gods were in their heyday, now filled with so many... modern contrivances.

The citizens of Athens either gaped or ran from the gigantic specimen that had materialised only minutes ago. The beautiful woman was draped in white cloth, hailing from a different time. It revealed a good deal of her firm, well-tanned skin, which covered athletic physique nicely. Her face was gorgeous; the picture of beauty. Many thought it, but none actually believed that a goddess stood over their city.

"People of Athens," her flowery voice boomed. "Zeus, the king of Olympus, has long been patient with your kind. For centuries he had hoped your faith would return to us, your true gods; but finally your time has come." The atmosphere of the city was palpable, people frozen in place with fear, barely comprehending what she was saying in her deceptively lilting voice. "As such, he has gifted you to me. All of you. And I'll be doing as I please," Aphrodite could barely contain her grin. Already she was burning with lust, both in a literal sense, and one for power. "Shall we begin?"

The goddess tore off her robe, completely revealing her immaculate, shapely body to all the hundreds of thousand of Athenians below. She cast it aside, not caring the destruction her mere clothes would wreak when they landed. Deftly she hooked a finger into her sandals and removed them too, placing her bare feet on the unassuming structures below. Her sensitive toes filled entire streets with ease; at over a thousand feet tall she dwarfed the tallest buildings by a factor of three, and mortals were no larger than the breadth of a fingernail.

Aphrodite simply didn't know where to start. Since her proclamation of ownership the city had descended further into ruin, riots instantly breaking out and general pandemonium descending. With little regards to the mortals beneath her, she strolled forwards, relishing in how the earth shook with each thunderous step she took. It'd been so long since she'd interfered with mankind, and it made her ecstatic that, even though the death toll rose with each careless tread, there was no mortal woman on the face of the planet that held a candle to her beauty, and no doubt droves of both men and women were salivating even as she crushed them like insects.

She looked down, a man was separated from the crowd; she brought the ball of her foot right down onto him. Sadistically, she grinned. The sheer power she held over them warmed her deep in her belly. "As *your* goddess," she commanded the weight of a literal deity in her booming voice, which demanded people halt their cowering, "I shall be merciful. All who repent now, and worship me as I deserve, shall be spared... More or less." Although her promise was lukewarm, many paused, and reluctantly bowed down.

With a smirk on her luscious lips, she lowered herself down, the plump elastic of her behind hovering over dense pockets of people and buildings an crushing them both indiscriminately, even those who had pledged themselves to her. With an entire block flattened beneath her behind, she spread her legs wide, her toned, well-shaped thighs projecting a shadow over much of the immediate vicinity. From all her rampaging before she had gotten into quite a tizzy, and the moisture between her legs drowned out much of the fresh air. "Come here, and make me happy," the goddess cooed in a deceptively alluring tone. When one was as old as her, and as experienced, there was very little need for shame.

Begrudgingly the crowds shuffled forward, directly to what many guessed was their demise. Some broke free from the masses, refusing to be her plaything; Aphrodite couldn't care less for them, they'd get theirs eventually. When in range, people random found fingers as thick as they were tall pinch them 'softly', and lift them up. The goddess delivered a little lick to them, covering them in her ambrosia-scented sputum, and dropping them onto her flat belly and chest like little adornments. A wolfish grin stayed on her face as she saw the still obedient masses still travelling towards her. Her grin only increased as she lazily grabbed a handful of them, likely crushing a few in the process, and inserted them inside her sex. She tingled with pleasure at the entire crowd was swallowed up inside her, her powerful muscles threatening to squeeze them a mite too hard and crush them all. She moaned loudly, asserting her dominance over the entire populace. "They were... acceptable offerings..."

Helicopters had begun hovering around the carnal mountain, capturing the macabre display of unrestrained lust on film; dismissively they were swat from the air with a wave of her hand. "Perverts," she snarled. Aphrodite was much too preoccupied with her 'worship' session to pay any mind to them.

Now that she was filled with a mass of human offerings, and sprinkled with a spattering of human decorations, she could put her servants to work. Scanning the crowd, she selected only those she deemed attractive enough for her. She dropped them at her sensitive, fully erected nipples and forced them against them. At her size they were harder than rock, and her tiny victims didn't last long before becoming badly injured; in this case she'd simply let go of them, allowing them to roll of her well-shaped breast and onto her firm abdomen. Again and again the disposable mortals were used up, being pressed into her other erogenous zones for a moment of stimulation, only to be discarded when they stopped squirming. "Say hello to Hades for me," she smirked.

Aphrodite was getting more and more worked, more lubrication along her nether regions pouring out and drowning people below her; no doubt everyone had drowned. She shoveled more 'worshipers' deep inside her, a fresh batch for her to torment in her lewd display. Her long, power fingers plunged inside, vibrating back and forth, getting herself off. "Don't you dare run," she said, deep in the throes of passion. The city around her was in utter chaos, with her writing legs and feet knocking over and destroying great swathes of buildings. Her moans continued to drown out all the chaos of the ruined city.

The goddess became tired of her position on her back, and sat up. She got on her knees, the crowds still filling the street before her, and 'mounted' the city, entire houses being enveloped beneath her aroused labia. Back and forth she swayed her wide hips, destroying any and all buildings with the grinding motion; her pendulous breasts hung from her gorgeous body, the now cold sputum not strong enough to adhere the humans to it and sending them to their doom. "Ahh~ Come on, I'm a goddess, start praying!" she commanded to the still alive portions of the populous. They obeyed her, and prostrated themselves in her direction. As a tease she picked random mortals from the ground and dropped them at her shoulder, sending them sliding along the toned muscles of her back, along the small of her back, and against the tight, firm, curvaceous rear. A few even slid past that, to her wiggling toes, as large as houses, where they were squeezed between the entire broad hemisphere and the digits. Aphrodite was in paradise.

Loukas was absolutely mortified. He was witnessed the whole sordid affair, and was trapped in some courtyard, flanked by rubble. The handsome man refused to kowtow to a succubus, and desperately wanted to escape. That seemed unlikely, as he felt a chill run up his spine; instinctively he knew he was spotted. In no time well-manicured nails had descended upon him, and he was hers. "Oh, I think you're the cutest of the whole bunch~" she cooed, still huffing and moaning as she pulverised everything beneath her.

"Fuck you!" he shouted without thinking.

The goddess was incensed, and he could feel it. Before he could even attempt an apology he was inside her cavernous maw, being sucked on like a piece of candy. Each moan that passed her lips was an order of magnitude louder than thunder, almost deafening him every single time; he doubted very much he would survive.

Aphrodite was nearing climax. She bounced up and down, now completely ignoring any worships she had once valued. They were swallowed up in her carnal pleasure without a second thought given. Any moment now... It was so close. She needed more, fast, harder! The earth cracked at the great weight from her wide hips, her tanned skin glistened with sweat. Thousands were dead, consumed by her passion in a single devilish session.

Finally, after countless dead and irreparable damage, both physical and mental, the goddess of lust reached climax and moaned. It was so loud that people all over Greece were subject to the rumbling. Sapped of all energy, she collapsed back with a smile on her face. That was so much fun! She'd have to help her friend Isis in Egypt next week...

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Aphrodite, now clean of all debris and bodies littering her skin, was relaxing on her throne on Mount Olympus. Today had been a good day, and she was looking forward to taking on the rest of Greece, perhaps even with the help of a few others... Just then, she felt a strange tickle in her mouth. Spitting out whatever was disturbing her, she looked in her palm. It was Loukas, who against all odds had survived. "Oh? You lived... And I just had some ambrosia... Perhaps..." she clenched her fist tight, more than enough to crush a human. Unfurling her fist, she saw he was still very much intact. Aphrodite laughed. "Well, you were rather disrespectful, and a mortal having tasted ambrosia is definitely not allowed, but..." she sat up on her throne, dropping the disheveled man onto her seat.

Loukas didn't have time to scream, he was crushed by the intense weight of a literal goddess' spongy rear. He couldn't breath, or move, just feel the succulent skin and body heat of her plump behind. "You'll be my new cushion!" she chirped. "And don't think you're getting out of this any time soon. Sisyphus is still down there..."