Softness, ha! Aphrodite's breasts might have been millennia old, but they were as firm and as perky as they had ever been - which is to say, extremely!
But she did like a little roughness, oh, she did like a little roughness. She whimpered, wanting more, but being too proud to ask for it, and being too regal to beg for it.
She yanked on Peitho's hair, just as a little reminder of who was in control. The bedroom was mere steps away, but the wall, the wall was right there in front of them as they tumbled out of the private elevator, and Aphrodite took full advantage. She pulled back, just far enough to tear Peitho's dress open from neckline to hem.
"I never was the type to care about saving the wrapping," she smirked, gazing down at the newly revealed flesh. "Always far too impatient to just get to my presents."