Little Aphrodite, Part 4

by Rboy

Queen Hera gave Little Aphrodite one last lingering kiss on the lips and arose from her bed. She then picked up her young lover and carried her down the hallway to the bath chamber. The little Love Goddess wrapped her little arms & legs around her Queen and held her tight as Hera cupped her hand under her soft round little bottom. Calliope set down her harp and accompanied Sappho behind them. Aphrodite's eyes met those of the Muse of Lesbos, and the young Goddess flashed her smile. Sappho let out a sigh, bowed her head in reverence and smiled back.

The two Goddesses sat themselves down on the edge of the large bath and the two maidservants proceeded to wash their feet. Calliope finished bathing Hera's feet and kissed them before excusing herself to practice her new dance routine with Terpsichore, the Muse of Dance. But Sappho continued attending to Aphrodite's lovely little feet, lovingly massaging them with lavender scented bath oil. Their smiling eyes met again.

With tears of joy welling in her dark brown eyes, Sappho addressed her young Goddess.....

"Undying Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, I now address you, I run to you fluttering like a little girl to her mother, Queen, do not hurt my heart, do not harry it, Bestow upon me your exquisite blessings, And let me go loose from this merciless craving. Do what I long to have done, be my own"

With these words, Sappho then bathed the feet of her Goddess with soft kisses and joyous tears. Little Aphrodite sat in silent wide-eyed wonder at Sappho's devotion to her, and Hera herself was moved to tears.

"Why is she crying Auntie Hera" the little Love Goddess asked her Queen. "Those are tears of joy, my Little One" Hera replied as she wiped away her own tears and stroked Aphrodite's soft flaxen hair. "Young Sappho is devoted to you, and has long waited to worship you. You are the Goddess of Love and Sappho has dedicated herself to the special Love that women and girls share with each other. You are her special Goddess and Sappho worships you above all us Olympians. That is why she weeps thus."

"Don't cry Sappho!" Aphrodite smiled at her devotee. "I love you too, and I want you to be happy!" she exclaimed. "Please keep kissing me like that, it feels so nice" the little Child Goddess continued as she found herself becoming increasingly aroused at the mortal Sappho's devotion. Aphrodite put her hand to the little flower between her legs as Sappho thanked her and returned to worshiping the feet of her Goddess.

Hera then got up and knelt beside Sappho and began helping her out of her gown. Aphrodite marveled at the 12 year old Sappho's budding little apple-blossom breasts, and the small silky dark brown patch of hair of her pubic mound. Sappho was both girl and woman as Aphrodite noted.

"Look Auntie Hera!" Aphrodite squealed, "Sappho's turning into a big girl!" "Yes she is my dear" Hera replied with a lustful smile. "And soon she'll be quite a handsome young lady, and all the ladies and little girls of Lesbos will be in love with her and be inspired by her beautiful love songs, won't they, my lovely muse?" she concluded with a kiss to Sappho's cheek.

"Yes, thank you my Queen" Sappho replied, growing flush with arousal as her cheeks reddened. "Now why don't you continue your devotion to Aphrodite my Love?" Hera said and began massaging Sappho's back and bottom with scented oil. And as Sappho resumed worshiping Aphrodite's little feet, Hera positioned herself behind Sappho and reached around to take hold of her budding young breasts. The young poetess felt her puffy nipples grow hard as Hera delicately massaged and pinched them.

Aphrodite sat in silent wonder as Sappho kissed her way up from her feet to her knees, before resting on her soft supple little thighs. Hera felt herself growing increasingly aroused and began rubbing her moistening womanhood against Sappho's oil slick bottom. Sappho was in a state of near ecstasy as Aphrodite invitingly opened up her legs to fully reveal her glistening little flower just in front of her. And the feel of Hera's wetness so near her own set her thighs quivering with anticipation.

Sappho lovingly kissed her way up Aphrodite's thighs and the six year old Love Goddess gently took hold of her soft raven hair and guided her up to her dew-damp little love petals. And as the young poetess imbibed of the sweet nectar of her Goddess' flower, Hera put her hand to Sappho's own waiting budding young womanhood and gently parted her petals.

"That's it my dear, worship your Goddess" Hera encouraged Sappho as the 12 year old poetess lovingly suckled on Aphrodite's little love button. As Little Aphrodite squealed in orgasmic delight, Sappho lapped up her flowing love nectar and savored its divine sweetness. Hera then gently rubbed Sappho's quivering love button, and brought the young muse of Lesbos to the most intense climax of her young life.

"Oh yes...yes...YES!" Sappho exclaimed in orgasmic ecstasy. The cries of hers and Aphrodite's climaxes echoed through the bath chamber much to the delight of Goddess Queen Hera.

As their mutual climax subsided, Sappho lovingly kissed the moist flower of her Love Goddess. With Queen Hera's fingers still between her petals, the young poetess felt a deep burning desire welling up from within her very soul. She was still a virgin and was now feeling an unquenchable thirst to be touched deep inside. And what better time than to be lovingly worshiping her Love Goddess, to become maiden no more.

"Oh Goddess of Love, I do worship thee!" Sappho exclaimed with tears of joy once again welling up in her eyes. "I beseech the Queen Hera, take me now, take my maidenhead as is your right as Queen of Olympus as I worship at the throne of the divine Aphrodite."

And with Sappho's worshipful words, Hera delicately broke through and took her maidenhead. Sappho cried out in momentary pain and pleasure at the hands of her Goddess Queen Hera. And with Hera's two fingers lovingly inside her, Sappho received the soothing kisses of Aphrodite.

As Sappho's deep orgasms subsided, Hera removed her fingers from within and gave her a gentle sponge bath between her thighs. Then the two Goddesses and the Muse of Lesbos joined each other in the warm bath and playfully frolicked together as the strains of Calliope's lyre harp echoed in the distance.