Paris's verdict [Full text]

Once upon a time, there was a Greek king named Peleus. This brave and young king married Thetis, the daughter of Poseidon, the god of the sea. On their wedding day, Peleus and Thetis held a grand banquet for distinguished mortal guests and the gods of Mount Olympus.

However, they conspicuously omitted Eris, for she was the famous goddess of war and jealousy, and even the gods dreaded to see her gloomy and terrifying face. Enraged, Eris vowed revenge, but Poseidon's power was too great for her to provoke. However, the cunning Eris quickly devised a clever plan.

The wedding banquet was lively and the atmosphere was harmonious. Just as everyone listened to Apollo playing his lyre and the nine Muses singing, Eris, concealed, quietly entered the hall. She threw down a beautifully crafted golden apple and then vanished.

The guests were astonished by the sudden appearance of the golden apple. When Peleus, the host of the banquet, read the inscription on the golden apple: "For the fairest," all the goddesses were restless, each vying for the apple.

The most heated debate arose between Hera, Athena, and Venus, each claiming the apple was rightfully theirs. Poor Peleus dared not give it to any of them, fearing that giving it to one would offend the other two. The assembled gods offered various opinions, but no consensus was reached.

The three goddesses refused to yield, and the argument escalated all the way to Zeus, the father god. Zeus, looking at the golden apple in his hand and then at the three beautiful goddesses, was deeply troubled. He thought, "If I don't give it to Lady Hera, that jealous wreck will explode! I'll become her punching bag, not to mention I'll have to go down to the mortal realm to seduce beautiful human girls. If I don't give it to my daughter Athena, who knows what that unruly girl will do when she gets angry.

Although I'm still the most powerful of the gods, years of debauchery have made me weak inside, especially since she has a shield that's impervious to his ultimate weapon, the Thunderbolt. Won't she try to seize power like I have? Hmm, too dangerous. If I don't give it to Venus… that little beauty, tsk tsk, how can I not give it to her?"

Zeus thought for a long time and finally came up with a way to escape without offending anyone.

"Ahem, quiet down, all of you!" After calming the three goddesses, he continued, "You three are the most beautiful goddesses in the temple, and you, Hera, are my wife; you, Athena, are my daughter. Therefore, it would be unfair for me to make the judgment. So, go find the most handsome man among men and let him decide who gets the golden apple. What do you think?"

The three goddesses looked at each other, nodded, and asked Zeus in unison, "What is that man's name?"

Zeus said, "His name is, his name is Hermes! What is his name?"

Hermes quickly replied, "His name is Paris."

"Ahem, yes, yes, his name is Paris. Hermes, you go and give him the golden apple and tell him what to do. The three of you wait a moment before going."

"Hmph! That's more like it!" the three goddesses said in unison.

Paris was the son of Laomedon, King of Troy. When his mother Hecapra gave birth to him, a prophet foretold that this child would bring about the destruction of the entire city of Troy. The fearful king and queen abandoned him in the most desolate place on Mount Id. However, a mother bear nursed the abandoned infant, and five days later, a shepherd adopted him.

As he grew, he became increasingly handsome. His beauty was universally acknowledged, and the mountain nymph fell madly in love with him, making love to him daily and giving him pleasures only gods could enjoy. Little did he know that even greater pleasure awaited him.

At eighteen, his handsomeness was undeniable, even to the gods. A well-proportioned figure, bronze skin, strong arms, a broad and thick chest, long legs, and a penis comparable to that of a god. He was so beautiful that even Zeus was jealous. Zeus thought, "This time you'll surely be killed by those three hot-tempered goddesses, ha ha ha!" Zeus laughed gleefully.

One day, Paris, who was herding sheep on the mountain, suddenly saw Hermes, the messenger of the gods, flying to him with a golden staff. Hermes told him, "Zeus commands you to be the judge and decide which of the three goddesses—Hera, Athena, and Venus—should receive this golden apple inscribed 'For the fairest of them all.'"

Hermes added, "Don't be afraid. Since Zeus has entrusted you with this important mission, he will not refuse to help and protect you." However, Hermes secretly chuckled to himself, "Zeus doesn't care about you; he'd love for you to be beaten to death by the three goddesses!"

After giving him the golden apple, Hermes quickly flew away. Zeus, very curious about the fate of this human he envied, peeked out and watched closely.

He saw the three goddesses, Hera, Athena, and Venus, slowly descend before Paris. Although he had been intimate with the goddess of the mountains and had seen the faces of goddesses before, he was still stunned for a long time when these three goddesses stood before him. However, his handsomeness also captivated the three goddesses, who all thought that this human was truly mesmerizing even to the gods.

To please him and gain the title of the most beautiful goddess, the three goddesses each displayed their most beautiful selves. Hera, the queen of the gods, struck a languid pose, her high nose and full lips highlighting the sensuality of a mature woman. Her revealing low-cut dress accentuated her full breasts, which only Zeus could touch. As Hera squeezed her breasts with her arms, the two large, soft breasts seemed about to burst out of her clothes, causing Paris to become aroused.

Paris composed himself, forcing his gaze away from the breasts, and looked at Athena.

Athena, on the other hand, was striving to display her heroic spirit. The valiant Athena, clad in her ever-present armor, looked at him with a flushed face, a hint of shyness on her features. Despite her slender figure, Athena, though encased in armor, did not appear bulky. Her full breasts, revealed beneath her breastplate, fueled endless fantasies, while her faint, virginal scent stirred criminal impulses within Paris.

Finally, he saw the beautiful Venus. Confident in her beauty, Venus made no pose, simply smiling at him. Clad in a semi-transparent veil, her partially concealed body aroused his intense curiosity, and her delicate lips and captivating eyes seemed to possess a soul-stirring allure, making it impossible for him to look away.

Venus's skin was not only fair and delicate but also shimmered with a pearly luster, making it irresistible to touch. The sweet fragrance emanating from Venus acted like an aphrodisiac, causing him to completely lose his senses. He slowly approached her, almost offering her the golden apple. Thankfully, his erect penis, now perpendicular to the ground, and the explosive sensation brought him back to his senses.

Paris breathed a sigh of relief, his heart filled with worry. Whom should he give the apple to? He couldn't afford to offend any of the three, but giving it to any of them would surely offend the other two goddesses. Paris carefully observed the three noble and beautiful goddesses, thinking that all three were so beautiful, and honestly, he couldn't determine who was more beautiful.

While he hesitated, a bold idea suddenly popped into his head: Seeing three such beautiful goddesses together was already a rare opportunity; since they needed his help, he could take this chance and perhaps even get to kiss them! His lustful audacity disregarded the terrible consequences of failure, and he actually wanted to possess the beautiful bodies of the three goddesses! Having made

up his mind, Paris deliberately played hard to get, saying, "Beautiful things attract each other. I am fortunate to have received permission from the Father God to judge your beauty, which is actually a confirmation of my handsomeness. I want to show you my most beautiful self now, to complement your supreme beauty."

He stripped naked, proving himself to be the most beautiful man in the world! His erect penis aroused Hera's lust; his strong muscles and bronze skin secretly pleased Athena, making her blush. His slender and athletic body even captivated Venus, who thought, "I never imagined there could be such a charming man on earth. Making love with him must be wonderful."

Seeing that the goddesses showed no sign of objection, he said, "Beautiful goddesses! I wish you would all display your beauty to me equally completely so that I can make a fair judgment!"

Hera, upon hearing this, unhesitatingly removed her sexy long dress. Her breasts, freed from their restraints, trembled, her equally large nipples standing erect, bright red like two tender strawberries atop her jelly-like breasts. Her plump mons pubis swelled like a bun, covered with dark, oily grass, making Paris drool. Venus deftly removed the veil, revealing an equally beautiful body.

"My God!" Paris exclaimed inwardly, "What a beautiful body!" Her shoulders were rounded, curving towards her hips; her breasts were full but not protruding, tapering towards her abdomen; her thighs were full but not plump; her calves were slender but not thin. More importantly, her vulva was smooth and shiny, her pink labia so delicate, still gently opening and closing. Paris's soul seemed to fly away. In the middle, Athena was the famous goddess of virginity, having sworn a vow never to marry.

Why? Because Athena had sprung from the head of her father, Zeus, and she was well aware of her lecherous father's thoughts. To protect herself, she made a vow never to marry upon reaching adulthood.

Athena hesitated as she watched them all undress. Seeing Paris smiling at her, she knew that if she didn't let him see her body, the title of the most beautiful goddess would be out of her reach. Meanwhile, the goddess of beauty took the opportunity to mock her, "Are you afraid of revealing your shameful naked body? You'd better give up!" The

fiercely competitive Athena couldn't tolerate such words and without hesitation began to remove her ever-present armor. Athena's figure was slender and graceful, truly the most beautiful of the three goddesses.

Years of being encased in armor had given Athena's skin a radiant white glow, and without an ounce of excess fat, her supple skin radiating boundless vitality. Her perfectly proportioned breasts, like her proud head, held high. They bounced with her movements, seemingly possessing a life of their own. The small, adorable nipples, their pink color proudly proclaiming her virginity. The raised vulva wasn't yet fully covered by the dark, oily grass [full text], and the equally pink and delicate labia hinted at the beauty of its untouched virgin territory.

Meanwhile, Zeus, gloating from above, noticed the three goddesses' outrageous behavior and was utterly astonished. His lustful eyes were fixed on Venus's exquisite body, and his drool poured down to the ground like rain.

Paris, having achieved his first goal, continued his plan. He said, "Almighty Father Zeus! He not only bestowed upon us sharp eyes and a sensitive nose, but also a keen sense of touch. Three noble goddesses! Your beauty is so captivating that my eyes are dazzled and my nose is intoxicated. I hope you will accept my suggestion and let my senses of touch and taste experience your beauty!"

The three goddesses, hearing his flattery, nodded happily.

Paris, having struck it lucky, began to use his rough hands to grope the three goddesses. Paris first touched Athena's body.

A virgin's body was indeed extraordinary; Paris found Athena's body far superior to that of any human virgin. Her delicate skin was as smooth as pearls, and her well-developed muscles felt exceptionally textured.

Paris's hands unceremoniously climbed onto Athena's virgin breasts. Breasts that had never been touched before were incredibly elastic, their bell-shaped form the most elegant of all breast shapes. The virgin's breasts changed shape constantly in Paris's hands. Paris lifted the lower part of the breasts, feeling their heavy texture, then 'slapped' them down, admiring their free-bouncing movements.

Paris then vigorously kneaded Athena's breasts, sucking on her tender nipples, smearing her breasts with his saliva. A body never touched before could not withstand such stimulation; Athena's nipples quickly hardened, standing erect like two beautiful rubies atop her white, tender breasts. Athena felt Paris's rough, large hands were like flames, and her body began to heat up under his touch.

Paris praised, "These breasts are absolutely gorgeous!" Athena turned her face away shyly, but Paris then turned his attention to Athena's neglected vulva.

Paris first cupped Athena's entire vulva with his large hands, slowly kneading it, as if warming up Athena's desire. Then he began to attack Athena's labia with his nimble tongue. Athena began to moan involuntarily under his teasing.

"Ah...! Ah...! So good! Oh! Don't touch there...! Oh!...No!"

Hearing the legendary, dignified Athena utter such alluring moans, Paris's enthusiasm grew even stronger. He parted Athena's labia majora and minora and began to directly tease her small clitoris. The clitoris was Athena's most vulnerable spot. With Paris's sucking, Athena's body convulsed as if electrocuted, her long hair flying everywhere. Athena's moans grew increasingly desperate.

"Ah...! I surrender! Ahhhhh! Spare me... my life!"

Paris was even more delighted, seeing the lovely clitoris swollen and engorged, glistening like a piece of agate. Paris gently bit and squeezed it with his teeth.

Poor Athena was rendered speechless by the manipulation, only hoarse cries escaping her throat. The frantic shaking of her long hair and the trembling of her muscles reflected that Athena was approaching the peak of pleasure. Athena's legs clamped tightly around Paris's head, her vagina gushing out streams of vaginal fluid like a fountain, every drop of this rose-scented fluid being sucked into Paris's mouth.

Paris, eyes closed, savored Athena's virginal essence, praising it with delight, "Truly the finest of all!"

Hera, already impatient, scoffed at his words, her face full of disdain. Paris, abandoning the nearly exhausted Athena, approached Hera.

Hera, her face contorted with lust, said to Paris without restraint, "My little husband, come here! Come and play with me!" while fondling her mountain-like white breasts and glistening black vulva. Paris reached Hera, ready to indulge in his fondling of her prominent breasts, when Hera grabbed his thick, erect penis and shoved it into her mouth.

Zeus, seeing his wife openly having an affair with a mortal and even blowing out his candles, flew into a rage and hurled his thunderbolts at the earth. The torrential rain that had just fallen instantly turned into thunder. Hera, on the ground, paid

no heed. She used her magical breasts to tightly suckle Paris's hot, hard penis, making him feel even better than when it was inserted into his vagina. Paris felt like he was in heaven, closing his eyes in ecstasy, letting Hera tease his penis. He reached out and grasped Paris's enormous breasts, pinching the two chimney-like nipples between his fingers and rubbing them incessantly.

However, Paris's penis was no ordinary thing; it was a masterpiece of the mortal realm, not only incredibly thick and long, but also possessing an unbearable heat that could almost scorch a young girl's vagina. The ridges on the glans protruded like thorns, almost piercing the vagina. Hera's small mouth was stretched to its limit, and the skillful fingers teased Hera's breasts until they seemed about to burst.

The lustful Hera could not resist such teasing. She immediately used her ultimate technique, the Phantom Tongue, a skill only Zeus had ever enjoyed. Hera's tongue suddenly lost its shape, completely enveloping Paris's penis. The writhing tongue gave Paris unparalleled pleasure, and the flexible muscles and powerful suction made Paris completely surrender.

"Roar!"

Paris ejaculated his hot semen into Hera's mouth.

Paris hadn't expected to be the first to give in, and he tried to leave dejectedly. But Hera, the queen of the gods, hadn't had enough. She grabbed Paris and pointed to her vulva, saying, "I'm not satisfied yet!" Paris's lust was aroused again, and he grabbed Hera's fleshy buttocks and began to bite her vulva fiercely.

"Ouch! Be gentle, you're going to bite my little hole to pieces!" Hera screamed, but pressed Paris's head even harder against her vulva.

Seeing Hera's lewd reaction, Paris immediately intensified his efforts. His teeth not only tore at her labia majora and minora, but he also mercilessly bit down on her swollen clitoris, pulling hard, almost tearing it off. As a goddess, Hera's body was naturally beyond Paris's reach, a fact he knew. However, his unrestrained pulling brought Hera an unprecedented and intense pleasure.

"Ah! So strong!... Ah! Even Zeus isn't as strong as you!... A little harder!... Ah!!

I'm going to explode!"

The fluid gushing from Hera's vagina was no longer an ordinary spring, but a raging flood. Paris tasted this nectar and found it quite pleasant, though slightly musky, which seemed to excite him.

Suddenly, Paris had a brilliant idea to deal with this slut. He stopped biting, but instead stretched out his foot, using his toes to plunge into the source of the fluid. Although toes are not as dexterous or long as fingers, their movements are rougher and more suited to Hera, a goddess brimming with desire.

Sure enough, the moment Paris's toes slipped into her flesh, Hera couldn't take it anymore.

"So good! My dear husband, you have this trick up your sleeve!... Ah!... You're going to kill me!... Play me to death!"

With each wriggling of Paris's toes, Hera's body twisted and turned, as if nailed to the ground, struggling helplessly.

Suddenly, Hera's head snapped back, her body tensed, and she let out several "hoarse" sounds, a gush of vaginal fluid shooting out. The powerful force not only pushed Paris's toes away but also sent the fluid flying eight or nine meters, like a light rain. Athena, now fully awake, sat blushing and secretly watching. Seeing Hera's fluids gush out, she cried out "Ah!" and quickly grabbed her shield to protect herself.

Venus, smiling gently, lightly stroked him. Not a single drop of the splashed fluid landed on her; only a drop fell onto her slender fingers. Venus tasted it and laughed, saying, "The taste is alright, just a bit musky. More like a mare in heat than a goddess."

"You!" Hera tried to get up, but her body was too weak to move.

Venus smiled generously at Paris, then gracefully twirled around, saying, "Come, experience my beauty with your whole being. I will make you understand that one of those two was a nagging girl, and the other was nothing but a mare."

Venus laughed like a silver bell, a hint of beckoning in her eyes. Paris walked a few steps to Venus, inhaling her alluring fragrance, and closed his eyes in ecstasy. Paris slowly raised his hands, reaching towards Venus's body.

"Ah! So round, so soft, are these breasts? Oh, no, these are just shoulders! So beautiful! Zeus! What is this body made of? Smoother than jade, more textured than ivory, warmer than the sun, more elastic than ox tendon, softer than anything in the world!"

"Zeus! This is the sacred peak of the goddess of love! I would give anything in the world to possess her!" Paris excitedly and wantonly kneaded the incomparably noble breasts in his hands, unconsciously increasing the pressure.

"Ouch! Be gentle! You have no sense of tenderness!" Venus frowned and said unhappily.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my goddess, you are so captivating!" Paris quickly apologized and softened his movements. Paris then gradually began to caress other parts of Venus's body. The goddess of beauty is indeed the goddess of beauty; whether it was her slender waist or her full hips, she captivated him. Even her graceful legs and delicate hands were unforgettable.

Paris opened his eyes and observed Venus's entire body once more up close. Her exquisite form filled him with nothing but admiration. After kissing Venus's entire body, Paris returned to the magnificent breasts he couldn't forget. However, while he grasped her breasts, his nimble tongue and teeth attacked her sweet, moist vulva. The already incredibly skilled Paris easily pried open the tightly closed labia, plucking the virgin pearl.

"Ah!" This high-pitched cry perfectly illustrated Venus's reaction to his intense stimulation. Paris immediately increased his strength, squeezing her engorged clitoris even harder with his teeth.

"Ah! Don't do that, be gentle, it hurts~~~!" Venus pleaded gently, as if she were a helpless lamb.

Paris admired Venus's slightly furrowed brow, her expression a mixture of pain and ecstasy, perfectly capturing the beautiful reaction of a stunning woman.

“Ah! Venus, you are truly the epitome of womanhood!” Paris exclaimed, softening his teeth and employing more skillful techniques to tease Venus’s vulva. He would gently squeeze her labia and clitoris with his teeth, then quickly flick her sensitive clitoris with his warm tongue.

Under Paris’s skillful teasing, Venus’s moans grew increasingly melodious.

“Mmm… Itchy… Yes, right there!… Okay, faster!… Faster…”

Paris even inserted his tongue into the entrance of her vagina, teasing the sensitive spots on the walls.

“Ah!… I can’t take it anymore!” With Venus’s soft cry, the last goddess surrendered. The vaginal fluid flowing from Venus’s vagina, though not as potent as Hera’s, flowed incessantly like a spring. Paris tasted the goddess’s fluids; they were indeed incredibly sweet, leaving a lingering fragrance that was unforgettable.

Seeing Paris's intoxicated expression, Venus seized the opportunity to ask, "Am I beautiful?"

Without hesitation, Paris replied, "Of course, you are the most..."

"Don't fall for her trick!" Hera and Athena, seeing him about to be tricked, quickly intervened.

Venus, seeing her plan ruined, cursed, "You two vixens, ruining my good time again!"

Hera retorted, "Pah! You seductive vixen, still trying to cause trouble!"

Athena also retorted, "Hmph! You shameless slut, ridden by a thousand men and fucked by ten thousand, don't think you can fool me!"

Seeing the three about to argue, Paris hurriedly shouted, "The power of judgment is still with me!"

The three obediently fell silent. Paris continued, "Now you will undergo one last test. A woman's beauty is for the man to use, and so are goddesses. Now let me see how you perform when I use you!"

"Hmph! Let's do it then, start with me!" Unexpectedly, Athena was the most proactive this time. It turned out that after being aroused to climax by Paris, Athena was the first to recover. Then, watching Paris tease Hera and Venus, she felt a surge of desire and a desire to...

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