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

Her words confirmed his fears, she hadn't really wanted him, at least not for the right reasons. Tainted memory was the winner in his internal struggle from this morning.

"Its okay," Zafron told her. "I mean, its not like I minded I guess."

Aphrodite blushed and looked away.

"I'm sorry," Zafron said quickly. "I didn't mean to embarrass you or sound like a jerk. Just saying there's worse things you could have done." He tried to smile but was sure it wasn't convincing.

"Not going to lie, this is a fucked up conversation," Aphrodite muttered. "But I have myself to blame for it."

"No, not all you," Zafron tapped his chest. "It's on me too, I should have stopped you."

"Could you?" Aphrodite raised her eyebrows. "Honey, I know you're mature in many ways. But you're still a young man and the way I was dressed, and came onto you, no boy your age is turning down what I offered."

"I'm not any boy," Zafron argued. "And I know you and what you've been through, and I should have said no."

"I didn't give you much choice," Aphrodite admitted. "I had my hands, then my mouth on you pretty quick." She blushed again. "I was drunk and out of control."

"And angry and hurt and looking for payback." Zafron nodded. "I knew those things. You were slurring, and you even said your revenge was my reward. You were there for all the wrong reasons, and I," he sighed. "I didn't do the right thing and that let you do the wrong thing and now we both feel bad. I let you down."

"Wow," Aphrodite whispered. "Zafron, you're what my mother used to call an old soul. You get things kids your age can't even begin to understand, mostly because they wouldn't bother seeing why they should."

"Makes it worse because I knew it was wrong, but I...gave in, thought with the little head, I guess."

"Tell you what," Aphrodite put her hand over his. "How about we do this. We both accept partial blame and move on from apologies."

"Yeah, sure." He went to stand, but she gripped his hand.

"Hold on, we're moving on from that, but there's more I want to say if that's okay with you?" Aphrodite said.

"You don't have to say anything else." Zafron said.

"I do because my being sorry isn't for the reason you think it is, at least not completely." Aphrodite said.

"I'm not sure what you mean." Zafron replied.

"I'm not sorry it happened, I'm sorry the way it happened." Aphrodite squeezed his hand.

"That's okay, I..." he stopped when her words hit him. No, he had to have heard it wrong.

"You look confused, and I don't blame you because I am too," she shook her head, her curls bobbing around her face. "Maybe conflicted is more like it."

"Yeah, I don't think I'm as smart as you think I am."

Aphrodite laughed and squeezed his hand again.

"Its not about smart, its about how messed up feelings and emotions can make us. This isn't easy for me, and you'll figure out why soon, but I'd like to tell you."

"Go ahead," he looked down at her fingers, curled around his, her long pink nails, the ones that had been wrapped around his cock last night.

"I'll start with a confession. I know you've had a thing for me pretty much since the first time you saw me."

"Oh," it was his turn to flush in embarrassment. "Sorry, I just always thought you were beautiful."

"Don't be sorry for that, Zafron, I've always liked it."

"You did?"

"In the beginning I thought it was cute, you were barely in your teens, it was like you had a little crush on your friend's mom. When you were in your later teens, I found it more flattering.

"You were dating pretty girls, I was sure you'd been with them at that age and knew what you were looking at, and what sex was like, and you still stared at me."

"Guess I was more obvious than I thought," he mumbled.

"Thing is, I kind of needed it, your attention made me feel good."

"Really?"

"I don't want to go down that path again, but you know Tom was not good for my self-esteem, and at times made it so I lost a lot of confidence in myself, buying into his bullshit I wasn't as attractive as I used to be."

"And truth is maybe I'm not, I'm older, have a few more curves than I used to. When Tom started bitching I thought maybe I should think about cutting my hair, start working out, dress a little younger..."

"No," Zafron now gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Aphrodite, you're perfect the way you are. Those things are why I've always looked, you're so damn sexy without trying to be."

Zafron would have never used that word or been so bold in a compliment before last night, but hell he'd had his fingers in her and came in her mouth, what were a few words.

"Thank you," Aphrodite slid close and surprised him with a kiss on the cheek. "That means a lot to me, and it meant a lot before you said it.

"Your attention is what kept me from changing. I thought if a good looking young man who'd had some pretty women and spent the day looking at hot women found me attractive then there was something there and Tom was just being a jerk. "That's why I'm sorry about last night."

Aphrodite had slid close enough that her leg was against his, and even though he couldn't feel her skin through his jeans, the contact, as well as her bare leg excited him, and he felt his cock stirring.

"I never gave you a reason to look. I didn't dress revealing or flirt with you. You were attracted to me the way I am. This," she pressed her hand to her shirt. "Is how you're used to seeing me." She smiled "In my natural minimal effort beauty."

The smile was real, and he returned it, thinking no lipstick or any kind of makeup, messy hair, baggy shirt, and even with the few lines around her lips and eyes when she smiled, so goddamn hot. Read further on m_vl em,pyr

Somehow this whole thing was starting to remind him of Matilda in more ways than one. The goddess of desire, she was earning her title by the minute but Zafron couldn't get distracted.

Even in this new form Aphrodite took, she was still breathtaking to him. He wanted to fuck her again. And there was no stopping him, the hour glass was right around the corner with plenty of time still. But for now, he wanted to listen to her talk. Every word that came out of her mouth felt like a memory, a part of something he took part of.

It was...insane!

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