"Of course you could," Peitho purred, no fear at all of the goddess. Yes, Aphrodite was stronger than her, had more belief, but Peitho didn't think she was going to get smote. Besides, Hermes would probably make sure Aphrodite got tortured to death if anything ever happened to her.
Aphrodite's scent was intoxicating on the highest level and Peitho couldn't shake it, couldn't clear her mind as she slid her tongue along Aphrodite's lower lips.
Aphrodite tasted perfect. (How dare she.)
Peitho was determined to hear Aphrodite break down because of her, and she gripped the other goddess' thigh to pull her even closer, tongue reaching out.