Champion of Aphrodite

  Demigods and Monsters: Book One

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2021. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Afterword:

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The lights were dim and the music from the jukebox low as I took a sip of beer. It wasn’t a club, a sport’s bar, or a hopping place, but it was the perfect place to unwind for an afterwork drink. Not too loud, not too busy, just loud and busy enough to be relaxing, and Carol the bartender knew my name and my beer on sight. There was a pool table in the back room my friends and I had played on a million times, but I was on my own that night and just dropping in on the way home from work. I had a few casual bar friends, but they hadn’t been around that night either. So, I sipped my beer and had plans to jet early.

  That’s where my story starts, and where the reality that I’d believed in for my whole life ended. I was twenty-one, a recent college graduate, and still working the job at a superstore that got me through college because I hadn’t found one in my chosen field yet.

  That’s where I met her for the first time, sitting up at that bar and sipping a beer. It wasn’t her appearance that came first, however. I’d been taking a sip of my beer when I’d felt her presence for the first time. It was a tingle on the back of my neck, as I felt female sensuality arrive and enter the bar. It was hard to explain, and that description doesn’t do it justice. A better one might be that it was a twist of lush, ripe, and available feminine allure in reality itself that stirred my center, as she came into that bar that night.

  So much so that I’d lowered my beer and turned my head toward the door. My eyes met vividly dark blue ones flecked with white as the bar door closed behind her. When she saw me looking at her, she smiled brighter than the sun. A perfect smile, with perfect teeth, on a perfect face. Classically beautiful with perfect features, full lips not too plump, a petite nose not too petite, and strong cheekbones not too severe. She also had long and tightly curly golden blonde hair that fell down her body like cascading and swirling liquid silk. Her dimpled smile made me stir further, and I had half wood, just from staring into her eyes and taking in that breathtaking smile.

  Her body was perfectly proportional and on the lush side. A lovely hourglass that spoke to the male hind brain with perfectly rounded and impossibly pert generous C cups, a mouthwateringly tight waist, and sexy hips. Her legs were long, thinly and femininely sculpted, and toned. It was what she had on that was most shocking, a dark blue sheer silk dress, with mind-bending designs of opaque lace that didn’t leave much of anything to the imagination. Her whole lush and fair body was revealed through that sheer silk, except for directly underneath the opaque lace designs that were strategically placed to cover her sex and her nipples. Otherwise, she was naked under the thing. Her deliciously alluring body finished the job, and I was hard as a rock.

  She was looking at me and smiling with a beaming and warmly inviting smile, like she’d just found the man of her dreams. The search was over. She didn’t break eye contact with me, as she started to move with a sensual grace directly and unerringly in my direction, with one of those slow, sultry and seductively graceful walks.

  Let me take a moment to point out the flaws in that reality. I wasn’t down on myself at all, I was six feet and an inch tall, with light brown hair and hazel eyes. My body was wiry and in shape, not even a beer gut, but I was hardly ripped. I’d never had a problem finding a lady to spend time with in college or even after. But that night I’d just gotten off a long shift at the superstore. I was far from my best, and even at my best I aimed for the sevens and eights. The nines and tens were out of my league, and the golden blonde and blue-eyed lush beauty broke that scale. Not just by her looks, but by that weird lushly feminine sensual presence that seemed to skew reality itself.

  Plus, meeting a woman took effort. Yes, I could score and do alright, but they didn’t just lock onto me and look at me with bedroom eyes that promised untold pleasures. At least not before I’d said hello and got to know them a bit. She was exquisite, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from hers, that smile, nor that inviting body that was a clear invitation to sin.

  Which leads me to point out another impossibility, not one other guy or gal in the bar even seemed to notice her. Which was simply absurd, just given the fact that what she was wearing in public was an incredibly revealing lingerie gown, never mind the rest of it. So, my brain was having trouble coming to terms perceiving that impossible reality. My brain kept rejecting it, and a part of me wanted to jump up and run down the back hallway, slam into the backdoor’s crash bar, and then flee into the night. I mean, it just couldn’t be good. It was far too good to be true and impossible besides, the invitation in that beauty’s eyes.

  Clearly, my cock voted the other way, and didn’t care what happened to me, as long as he got to play with her body first, any part of her body really. Regardless, I was transfixed, my fight, flight, and fuck instincts were all cross wired and I just waited for her to arrive at my side.

  Her voice was liquid sex. Sultry, sweet, powerful, and completely irresistible. I mean, I almost came in my pants kind of hot. The impossibilities conflicting in my mind just went away, they didn’t matter anymore. Because I’d have done anything at all that voice asked. I wasn’t a weak man either, but she was just that overwhelming.

  “Levi, I thought I might find you here,” she smiled even wider, and somehow both with girlish delight and shy seduction, “We need to talk.”

  She leaned in, and I was completely mesmerized and frozen as she kissed my cheek. Reality seemed to reassert itself as her lips touched my skin. Don’t get me wrong, she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, with the most perfect and lush body I’d ever laid eyes on, and her dress was totally out of place. The way she smiled at me like I was her dream come true was also still off. Mostly though, because she was pointing that all at me.

  But with her kiss that potent sense of irresistible presence fell, and my lust, fascination, and doubts were all normal at that point. Normal, but still incredibly potent.

  I did what any man might do. I turned my head away in an attempt to clear my mind, while I pounded down the second half of my beer.

  She looked amused and surprisingly affectionate as I turned back to her.

  I said, “You have me at a disadvantage.”

  She giggled sexily, “More than you know. We need to talk, and we can’t do it here. Take me to your place.”

  The lack of presence didn’t stop my cock from twitching at that giggle and the look she gave me, but my mind was running through various dark scenarios and rejecting them, simply because she was too hot to be asking me to take her home. There was no point in a honeypot scheme. I worked at a superstore, had less than two hundred in the bank, and didn’t know or have access to anything important or secret.

  I had no idea what it could be, but my mind settled slightly as I just came to the conclusion there was no way she was inviting herself to my home to rock my world. She wanted something else, which didn’t make sense given I was nobody, but it made less… less sense, if that makes sense. She was still horribly distracting after all, and I was a young virile man with a very stupid cock.

  She beamed at me, “Trust me.”

  I laughed in delight despite myself, “Does that work for you?”

  She bit her lip, “Every time.”

  I nodded, “Fine. You won’t tell me your name?”

  She replied, “Not yet, and not here.”

  Right, whatever. Did I really need her name?

  She took my arm as I stood up, and the warmth of her lushly inviting body was overwhelming. Especially when her firmly soft and supple breast pushed up against my arm, with nothing between us but the thinnest sheer blue silk.

  My cock started to tell me more lies at that point, but I’d already given up, so it was wasting its time. I was already onboard with its mindless plans.

  “My car’s right outside.”

  It was a decent car that ran, nothing to write home about. Although being a gentleman paid off, because when I opened the passenger door and she got in, I got a very nice look at her ass. It was lovely and rounded, and when I say a good look, I mean she might as well have been naked. The only thing covered was her ass crack and puckered star, below a thin strip of lace running through the silk sheer gown.

  As if all that wasn’t enough to reel me in, when I got in with her in that enclosed space the exotic scent of her hit me hard. Everything about her screamed sex and ripe beauty. I started the
car and was overly careful pulling out, because I knew I was damned distracted. I wasn’t worried about the beer, I’d only had one and it’d taken me a half hour to drink it, which meant my liver already processed half.

  She said, “You’re cute, I like you, Levi.”

  I nodded and refused to look at the warm inviting smile I just knew would be on her face. No need to wrap my car around a telephone pole after all or run a red light. Fortunately, I was just a few blocks from home, which was why I went to that bar in the first place. It was very convenient for the nights I had drank too much, and I did have to walk. The casual atmosphere too of course, but there were plenty of hole in the wall bars that were just the same.

  “That’s good to know, was that in question?”

  I wondered why she liked me, which was a strange thought for a guy. I’d never wondered why other women were attracted to me, but she was just that far out of reach, in my own head at least.

  She laughed softly, “Yes, I’m doing someone else a favor actually, being here. I usually know the people I meet beforehand. I had no idea our first meeting would be so delightful.”

  I chuckled nervously. Usually I was more confident, even with women out of my league, but she had my mind spinning in circles, and her scent was giving my cock more stupid ideas.

  “So, what was that in there, and that kiss seemed to right the world. Well, mostly.”

  She laughed with delight, she seemed to do that a lot. Light seductive laughs and alluring smiles.

  “You need your wits about you for our conversation.”

  Right, that didn’t explain what it was, just why she did it, but at the same time I wasn’t about to push her on it. Strangely enough, magic or powers never even occurred to me, mostly because at the time I thought that stuff didn’t exist. My mind was more lingering on ideas like chemicals and mind control techniques. The most baffling part was I couldn’t figure out why anyone would bother, it was too elaborate a thing to waste on me. It didn’t make sense.

  Sure, I was a good guy, treated women well and had my fair share of lady friends growing up, but really, I was pretty average that way, I thought.

  “You’re delightful yourself,” I added a bit awkwardly. There’d been too much silence since we’d last spoken for the compliment to feel natural.

  She replied playfully, “Thank you, Levi.”

  “Just stating the obvious,” I replied back a little playfully myself, even as I wondered if I was going insane. Flirting with the goddess next to me. It would only be later, when I learned just how true that thought had been.

  She touched my leg, “A girl still likes to hear it.”

  I pulled into my driveway. It was a small two-bedroom house, just over eight hundred square feet. The rent wasn’t too bad, and it was what I could afford. I got out and was a bit bemused by the fact the golden blonde beauty hadn’t opened her door yet. I rounded the car and did it for her, and she gave me a sweet and grateful smile as she sensuously got out.

  I almost wasn’t surprised, when she took my arm again and our bodies became flush side to side as I took her to my front door. It was distracting as hell, the way her hips moved and swayed, brushing against me seductively with each and every step.

  “Something to drink?” I asked as I closed the door, and waved to the couch in the living room, which we were pretty much in. There was no entry hall or small entrance room.

  The house was small, and the door opened up directly into the living room and dining area. The kitchen was on the far side of the room, past a half wall that was the same height as a bar, with an opening on the right side. To the left was a hallway that was really no better than a small nook, that had three doors leading to the two bedrooms and bathroom.

  I added, “Beer, iced tea, coffee, water, and I might have hot tea too.”

  She flowed gracefully to the couch and settled back on it sensually with her back straight and arms over the cushions to the sides, making her breasts push out proudly as she crossed her delightfully long legs. She was beauty and sex, and when she smiled warmly at me, I added affection to that list. She’d done that a lot too.

  “Iced tea.”

  I nodded, and then went into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of lemon Snapple from the fridge. I almost went back then, but the thought of making her drink from a bottle suddenly seemed incredibly tacky to me. Which was another odd thought, but I went with it and got a couple of glasses out, added ice, and poured the iced tea. It only took me a minute or so, and I moved back out to the living room and handed her the drink as I joined her on the couch. I sat close, not quite against her but well within her personal space, and more than close enough to show interest.

  It was a long shot, but my cock dared to dream. Plus, she’d started it and broke personal space first, with that arm holding thing.

  Her seductive smile was warm, like the sun coming up, so at least I hadn’t offended her.

  “There’s no easy way to tell you this, Levi. I’ll just say it. Your life is in danger. Your father sent me to see what I could do to give you a chance.”

  I frowned in confusion, “My father?”

  She shook her head, “No, not Jared Cox. Your birth father. Anyway, your enemy isn’t human, and technically neither are you, or me for that matter. I owe your father a favor, yet what I’m going to ask you to do is a big commitment, but I believe it will save your life. I also like you. Your mind is wonderfully creative and flattering. Anyway,” she paused and took a sip of her tea, while my mind rejected almost everything she’d just said, “Your father hid you and his association with your mother, back when she was doing modeling they had an affair. I’m all over the place, and I can tell I just lost you, so let’s take this a step at a time.”

  I nodded, “Spoon-feed me the crazy?”

  She giggled, “Something like that. You remember Greek mythology? The humans don’t get it exactly right, but there’s a lot of truth in there. There are gods, as well as demigods which are the results of a god and human union, and other monsters and creations in this world and from others.”

  “Aliens?” I asked doubtfully, while I took a sip of tea. Perhaps my mind had latched on to the last impossibility.

  She snorted, “You really are delightful. No, calling them demons is a better fit than aliens, but not exactly right either if you’re thinking Judeo-Christian demonology. By other worlds, I meant heaven, hell, other dimensions all tied to this world. Including Olympus of course, which is my home.”

  I looked at her in disbelief, “Goddess of love, pleasure, and beauty?”

  Aphrodite?

  She beamed, “Don’t forget fertility. But yes, and I’m not known for getting involved in politics. At least, not the screaming and fighting killing kind, which is just awful. Your father is hoping my help won’t be noticed, and that your enemies won’t have bothered following me thinking I might lead them to you. It’s just a matter of time until they find you.”

  I almost kind of believed it, after all that had happened. I’d practically named her myself, sex and beauty, and her presence had been overwhelming, at least until she’d kissed my cheek. Which had what? Proffered some kind of immunity to her magical allure. No not magic, godly allure.

  It was insane of course, but it fit all too well with the impossible reality of that night.

  She was also farther out of my league than I’d thought.

  She giggled, “Don’t be so sure, Levi. I’ve fallen for more than one human, and I don’t give out empty compliments. Anyway, let’s move on to you. You’re a demigod that hasn’t found his power or inner strength yet. Your helpless until you do, but your father thought it best to hide you but that’s backfired.”

  Me? Like Hercules, Perseus, or… those others. I had… powers? Powers that I needed to find or trigger somehow? That was nuts. My brain was stuck, and then something else occurred to me. She’d addressed my thoughts more than once that night so far. At first, I’d thought it was merely another odd coincidence, but this last time it was more than obvious.

  “You can read my mind?”

  She winked, “Only those related to me, or my mantle. I told you earlier you have a delightful imagination.”

  I might’ve blushed as I reviewed my memories of the night since meeting her, including several lurid fantasies that included at least four very alluring and sexy parts of her body.