Aphrodite's Monster Tamer Part 1: Aphrodite's Monster Tamer: Greek Mythology Monster Erotica, #1

By Melody Moon

I just made the biggest mistake of my life by insulting the Greek goddess of lust, Aphrodite. As punishment, she's thrown me into her maze of lust-filled monsters. Her first monster is the minotaur, and I'm afraid he's big enough to break me...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melody Moon
• Release date: Feb 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224554447

Melody Moon

Monsters, monsters, monsters. (And maybe vampires.)

Book preview

Part 1: Big Mistakes

My first big mistake was insulting a Greek goddess. My second big mistake was fucking the minotaur.

My latest mistake is telling you all about it.

But…

Well, you’re here, aren’t you?

You saw the title of my story and you decided to check it out.

So…maybe you’re just like me.

Maybe you’re addicted to monster cocks.

Maybe you want to be a plaything for the goddess of lust.

Maybe this isn’t a mistake, after all.

The question is, where should I even start?

I could jump right into the nasty stuff right away, but then again, I do love foreplay. So, let’s do that, shall we?

My name is Lexi. I caught Aphrodite’s eye, as well as her ire. She knew I was a bad, bad girl, and she decided to punish me the best way she could…

Part 2: The Goddess

I’ll be honest: when I left for college, I already knew I was hot. I was 18, I was horny, and I never had a problem wrapping boys or girls around my fingers. My legs were toned, my waist my slim, my ass was round, and my tits were perky. It wasn’t hard to lean forward, smile my devilish little smile, and get what I wanted.

In my first batch of classes, I’d signed up for Greek mythology, just to knock out a humanities credit. And, having grown up reading that ultra-popular demigod book series–what, you’re surprised I’m a reader? Well, don’t worry, I’m full of surprises.

Where was I? Oh, right: I knew a thing or two about Greek stories.

I was having fun on the weekends, but I also wasn’t going to fail out because I was chasing fraternity boys and sorority girls to undress. That mythology course was definitely my most interesting one.

My assistant professor, Sophia, was both stunningly brilliant and physically stunning. Long, dark hair that flowed and rippled, eyes that locked onto yours and set your heart fluttering, and–it does pain me to admit this–a body that was fuller and tighter than mine.

There were times that first week when she would be