The sight of these two fantastically beautiful and identical women kissing and carressing each other is too much for you. Before you can even say "I need to fuck one of you now!", you feel the pressure build in your cock and a burst of white come shoots from the tip, followed by another and then a third.
The girls cry out in despair, both of them actually trying to catch the stuff in their hands before realizing it's hopeless. One of them (Venus, you think) mutters what sounds like an ancient Latin curse, while Aphrodite simply looks daggers at you.
"We needed your seed," she says bitterly. "We aren't here to aid your masturbatory fantasies, you know. This has a higher purpose!"
"I say we turn him into a moth," Venus suggests, and moves toward you with her hands in a threatening gesture.
"Wait, wait!" you cry in a panicky voice. "Look, that's not my fault!"
"Couldn't you have held out for just ten more seconds?" Aphrodite sneers. "Make him a mosquito instead."
You think quickly, and remember from your mythology classes that the one thing all the gods were susceptible to was flattery. You immediately drop to your knees before the women. "Forgive me, almighty goddess," you say humbly. "You must know that no mere mortal could exercise control before the power of the Goddess of Love. I beg you, give me a chance to redeem myself and fulfill your needs. Failing that, I ask only that you leave me as I am. After all, what woman on Earth can satisfy me now that I have known you in the flesh? You have ruined me for all other women, is that not punishment enough?"
After a moment of silence, you dare to look up. The two identical goddesses seem to be considering your words.
"He's got a point," Aphrodite says.
"True," agrees Venus. "And we can see to it that he doesn't make the same mistake again."
"We can't use our power on him. It needs to be a natural conception."
"There are other ways, mortal ways, that we could apply."
Aphrodite smiles. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Naturally," Venus responds with a similar smile. Then she turns to face you. "On your feet, mortal."
You stand up quickly.
"We have decided to give you another chance," Aphrodite says. "However, we cannot risk losing your seed again."
"As much as we would like to make this a wholly pleasurable experience for you, it is necessary to take certain measures to ensure that the conception takes place."
Suddenly, your limbs are pulled apart into a spread-eagle position. From thin air, golden metal clamps materialize and snap onto your wrists and ankles, locking shut into seamless cuffs. Although they have no visible chains, they hold you securely and helplessly a few inches off the ground.
"These irons were fashioned by Vulcan himself," Venus says. "They are unbreakable by any means known to your science. They will hold you until we wish you released."
"We can place you in any position we desire," Aphrodite says, and sure enough you begin to drift down into a reclining position, three feet off the ground.
"After we make you ready, you will enter me with your manhood," Venus says, a touch of excitement showing in her voice. "I will hold you inside me until you have given me as much of your essence as I can draw from you."
"Although we hold you chained, you must still join with us of our own free will," Aphrodite says. "We are the Goddess of Love. Love cannot be taken, only received from one who gives it freely. Tell us now that this is what you wish, and we will begin."
You can't say you're entirely comfortable with the new situation, even though a part of you finds it even more exciting. "Um... if I say no, do I still get turned into a bug?"
"No," Venus says with a smile. "Forgive us that moment of impulsivity. We will simply remove the irons and you will, as you requested, be left as you are now."
"Give us your answer," says Aphrodite. "Now."
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