Pinching her rosebud nipples, he admired their color against the pale expanse of her bosom, with their dark color they looked as though they'd been stained with wine. She writhed in pleasure as he toyed with her body, finding all the secret spots that not even Theseus had been able to uncover in all his time with her. Ariadne thought that she was on fire; she'd heard that there were often dire consequences for making love with the Gods but at the moment she didn't care. All she wanted was him.
When Dionysus lowered his mouth to her pussy lips, she arched and screamed, her legs clamping over his head. The sweet nectar of her pussy was almost as fulfilling as the ambrosia that was the food of the Gods; perhaps even more so just by token of the place it was coming from. Dionysus lapped at her slit, teasing and exhilarating her without letting her pass the point of no return. She sobbed, her fingers becoming entangled in her hair as she tried to pull his mouth into her body, attempting to force him to give her the release she so badly needed. Pleading, she pulled at him, begging for him to enter her.
Standing up, Dionysus let his robes fall to the ground and Ariadne gasped in wonder and lust; her loins tightening even further at the perfection that stood over her. Taking off his laurel, the beautiful and lusty young God knelt between her smooth thighs and pressed his very large dick at her entrance. Ariadne's head fell back as he began to enter her; he was much larger than Theseus - he was a God after all - and his body temperature was higher. It felt as though a warm rod was invading her, stretching open her most intimate of places, and she blessed the nights she'd spent with Theseus... this would have been rather painful for her otherwise.
She began cumming when he was almost three fourths of the way inside her, shaking and gasping, her hands clutching at his broad shoulders. Grinning, he worked himself in further, watching as she thrashed beneath him; her breasts heaving and her pretty cheeks flushed. As his groin pressed against hers, he caught her lips for another kiss and a wave of drunken pleasure crashed over her. Dionysus was the very embodiment of sex, just as his cousin Aphrodite was the embodiment of sexual desire; and as such, just his touch was enough to inflame the senses. Actually making love with him was an experience like Ariadne had never had; not even on the best night between her and Theseus.
Her hips arched as he plunged downwards, and she gasped as they melded and flowed, their bodies entwining in ancient rhythm. As they moved, his hands ran all over her body, touching her everywhere and increasing her pleasure, driving her swiftly towards another orgasm. His favorite spot to touch were her nipples, like ripe fruit they were on her chest and he often caught one in his mouth as they bounced beneath him. Plunging up and down between her soft thighs, he felt her passion as she gripped him tightly, her pussy convulsing in ecstacy as he rode her. Continuing to thrust as she orgasmed for the second time, Dionysus enjoyed her human reactions, the way she moaned and shrieked as the pleasure overtook her, and the fact that he could take as long as he wanted in his own pleasure. Too often the Goddesses were impatient or disinterested, not allowing him to practice his craft to its fullest extent; Ariadne had no choice but to submit to his will. Tears sparked in her beautiful eyes at the intensity of the pleasure that was engulfing her, her breasts thrust upwards as she came and he caught a rosy nipple in his mouth, biting down gently.
As her second orgasm continued, he decided that it was time... and then he would take her back to his bower. Thrusting harder, he sent her spiraling upwards in unbelievable pleasure, her eyelashes fluttering as the unaccustomed ecstacy rode rampant in her body. Holding himself inside her, he sighed in completion as some of his essence flowed into her ready womb... as a God he could impregnate her or not and he decided not to this time. A baby too soon would result in less of their play, even though the nymphs and satyrs would help to look after a baby... he wanted Ariadne to himself for awhile. But yes... someday...
The feeling of him emptying inside her almost caused Ariadne to pass out with pleasure. It was as though something warm and glowing was filling her insides, pleasuring every part of her being. Her body shook as he pulled out of her, and she gasped, feeling suddenly and sadly empty. For awhile they just lay on the beach, Dionysus stroking and caressing her hair and body as she drank wine from his lips.
He took her to his home and had Hephaestus make her a crown of stars to wear and bedecked her in gorgeous robes. Dionysus loved her well and often, secluded in their bower... and eventually he decided to share her with a child as well.
