Son of Eros

Before we begin my crazy story, let me tell you about my Dad and how he met my Mom. It might get descriptive and explicit, so bite down on something dry and leathery.

Erode was a tiny planet in a far-off galaxy. It was one-fifth the size of Earth's moon. One could drive around the planet's circumference in a day on a motorcycle. So silly, right?

It had a virgin blue sea and one mountain called Eroca. Plants, insects, and smaller animals were plentiful. However, there were no humanoid beings around.

Except one.

On Eroca's peak, under an ancient elder tree, a man sat in deep meditation. His eyes were shut, and an onlooker would think he was no longer alive. The man was inhumanly tall, with a powerful body, built like a tank.

He was dressed in ancient warlord armor and mail, exuding power and domination. However, it seemed he had been meditating for a while. Vines entwined around him, and flowers grew out of his armor, making the spectacle extremely bizarre.

The man had lived for centuries, and his aura was thick and divine, like that of a god. As a spoiler, let us know, for a fact, that he was an immortal.

Anyway, it was a bright but cool morning, and nature was in perfect harmony. Insects raked, birds sang, and animals joined the chorus. Nobody expected the universe-altering event about to happen.

Crack!

A rift appeared in the sky with a bang, disrupting the planet's centuries of silence. Every creature began to flee in panic.

Out of the sky rift, a figure emerged in an explosion of brilliance. A visitor on planet Erode was a highly irregular phenomenon. After the warlord, nobody else had arrived on the planet in the last five hundred years.

The figure floated down from the skies, approaching the man. "Open your eyes, fallen god!" it commanded in a silky, feminine voice.

The man's meditation was shattered, and his eyes fluttered open. A tall, gorgeous woman hovered in the sky above him. She had a perfectly sculpted, desirable shape and was dressed provocatively in leather.

In her hand was an ancient, pitch-black staff. It was embossed and engraved with elaborate divine symbols. One could guess at this point that she was an immortal, too.

The woman descended from the air. As if there were invisible stairs, small puffs of wind appeared under her shoes as she stepped down.

Her voluptuous breasts bobbed as she moved, threatening to pop out of the cups. Her leather skirt fluttered in the air, revealing thick, smooth, and toned thighs and hips.

The woman finally landed on the ground, and a flush of flowers sprouted around her feet. A black nightingale flew from a tree and sat on her right shoulder. Roosters cawed from all around the mountain as if the morning had arrived afresh.

"There's no place to sit on this rubble of a planet," she said rudely. Immediately, rabbits bounced out of holes, hopped over each other, building a low, furry chair. The beauty sat on it gracefully, crossing one thicc leg over another.

The entire scene would make an ordinary spectator get an erection; such were the feminine wiles of the immortal woman.

However, the man before her was far from ordinary. He was my father. Eros, the god of love, sex, lust, and perversion. "Who are you, may I ask, sweet goddess?" he asked with grace. "I don't remember inviting anybody for tea."

Eros' baritone voice was music to the woman's ears. She secretly longed to hear him talk for hours, but there were more pressing matters. She smirked seductively.

"I think you already know who I am, Great Sage. Isn't one of your gifts to read everyone's desires?"

"It would be polite to introduce yourself," Eros replied without emotion.

The gorgeous woman pouted for a moment, then uncrossed and crossed her legs, sharing glorious views of her thighs. "Fine! I am Karina, the new goddess of love. The Court of Celestials voted you out and replaced you with me. I've been sent to kill you and take my rightful place as the Goddess of Love."

Eros sighed because the woman’s answer disappointed him. "Do you know me well, sweet Karina? I mean, do you have any idea who I really am? Or is this a reckless adventure?"

"I know who you are, Great Sage," the beauty scoffed. "You are the cardinal Eros, the original one. However, I have been told other things about you, too."

"The story goes like this. Eros' power drove him mad, making him seduce and copulate with millions of mortals. He destroyed entire civilizations with his lust and domination. The Court of Celestials stopped his rampage and banished him to a tiny planet where he continues to be imprisoned for the rest of eternity."

Eros nodded and interlocked his fingers in contemplation. "That is not far from the truth. However, if you know how strong I am, how did you dare to challenge me? Aren't you afraid of the consequences?"

Karina laughed haughtily, making her breasts jiggle. She leaned forward, offering a slutty display of her yawning cleavage. "Afraid of you? Quite the contrary. I believe Eros is a god hyped by ecstatic, mindwashed followers."

"I think you got lucky in your battles against the other gods, or used trickery, deceit, or seduction to overcome them. Besides, your powers must have diminished while living alone on this dirtball of a planet."

"It will be easy to kill you, consume your divinity, and take your throne. Then I will be welcomed in the Court of Celestials as one among them… I will truly belong."