(Warning: Contains slight NSFW. Read at your own risk.)
Lorne didn't start thrusting immediately.
Instead, he wrapped his strong arms around her tenderly, holding her close and letting her ride out every last tremor of her climax against his body.
After a minute, when her orgasm finally subsided and she drifted down from that shattering high, his cock still stood hard inside her aching, cum-soaked cunt, throbbing with fresh hunger, her slippery quim spasming just as eagerly around his thick shaft in response.
Their eyes met in the darkness, faces drawing closer and closer until they were barely an inch apart, sharing each other's warm, ragged breath.
Before they knew it, their lips touched.
His soft lips met her tender ones, taking her first kiss, as they closed their eyes and time seemed to stand still.
Soon, their mouths pressed and overlapped with growing hunger.
Then came the tongues.
Lorne stretched out his tongue and slipped it into her inexperienced yet welcoming mouth, finding hers.
The two coiled around each other like slippery sea serpents, eager, intertwining, refusing to part.
His arms wrapped around her tightly, his fat cock pressing firmly against her cervix deep inside her womb as they sucked greedily on each other's saliva.
Breathing hotly into each other's mouths and noses, they pulled back just enough to calm their throbbing hearts before diving right back in, lost in raw passion and tender love.
They kissed for what felt like an eternity, tongues dancing and exploring, before finally pulling apart, both breathing heavily.
A glistening bridge of saliva connected their lips for a moment before breaking.
Thetis rested her head on his chest, lips still parted, tongue slightly sticking out from the overwhelming intensity as her moist, charming eyes gazed up at him with pure adoration.
"Husband."
She had never sounded so mesmerizing.
"Mm.."
He murmured hoarsely.
"Call me Wife."
"Wife."
"Mm.."
"Darling."
"Mm.." Lorne paused as he looked into those charming eyes, glistening as if they might spill over with emotion, staring at him with such tender and loving gaze that his heart throbbed and so did his buried meat.
"I love you."
Lying in his arms, looking at her man, Thetis spoke the words for the first time, confessing her love with the utmost sincerity.
"I may have met you much later than them. Helped you much less than them. But I love you no less than them."
"I know." Lorne said, not doubting her feelings in the slightest.
Since those days in the Underworld, their bond had skyrocketed.
Not just her.
"And I love you too."
Yes, she was far too intelligent, far too troublesome as a wife, but he did not deny his own emotions.
After all, these were the things which separated him from other gods.
Love...
That was why he felt he could do better.
Because he had experienced such profound love from so many beauties that even his dark heart could never be fully darkened.
Every time Lorne became too calculating or started down the same path as his father and ancestors without realizing, someone would stop him and wake him.
Whether through softness, tenderness, or even slapping him awake, because they believed in him, because they loved him.
That was why he would never be able to become a fully rational person.
After all, if he were to lose his heart, what's the difference between him and a stone by the road.
And because of such emotions, Lorne knew he loved her.
Otherwise, why would he marry her?
There were so many other ways he could have helped her aside from marriage, but he chose this.
One must know there were so many goddesses who liked him and had slept with him.
Seeing that the one who was going to marry him was Thetis, they could hardly swallow their jealousy...someone like Artemis, if it weren't for some circumstances, it would've been a tough job to coax her.
But although he knew all that, he still married her.
Was it not because he could not bear the thought of her being with someone else?
After all, aside from being too intelligent, she had basically no shortcomings.
And was being intelligent really a shortcoming?
(Athena would probably cry)
She was damn good-looking, so fucking charming, kind yet mischievous at times, and most of all, she was his beloved wife who loved him truly.
There was no way he did not love her.
Although his heart was divided into several parts, it held her firmly within it.
This was his first marriage and although he was not a perfect husband, he at least wanted to be a good one.
"So..."
"Happy Marriage."
The two looked at each other and smiled, love and lust shining brightly in their eyes.
Time seemed to pause for a sweet, tender moment.
Then, with renewed fire, they continued their filthy fuck session.
The ocean nymph's slippery, creamy cunt already began to move again on his thick god cock, her ultra-flexible walls greedily milking him once more.
Under the goddess's pleasure-drunk twisting and grinding,
Lorne's swollen, throbbing cock was wrapped and stroked up and down by layer after layer of hot, velvety folds.
And finally he couldn't hold it and spurted out floods of thick, godly seed, pouring like ambrosial nectar straight into her womb.
Every powerful spurt of cum was tightly squeezed and massaged right out of his piss-slit like hot bullets, the forceful jets flooding her sacred core and making it go numb and tingly with overwhelming ecstasy.
The womb-flooding lasted a full half-minute, sending Thetis spiraling toward yet another frenzy of bliss.
However, even then, the newly married couple had no intention of stopping.
Lorne had to say, finally there was someone who lived up to the name of the goddess.
Not like Athena and Artemis, who'd just shout loud and fall unconscious later.
Even though it was her first time, Thetis endured the torment and didn't give up.
Of course, part of the reason she endured this was because she wanted milk her man dry so he would have no energy left for other goddess, after all, her man was now a hot commodity.
However, reason didn't matter, and Lorne, feeling guilty toward his wife, let her ravage him as she pleased.
When she finally grew exhausted, he even took the initiative to accept his punishment, digging relentlessly into her forbidden, slippery hole as they continued indulging themselves in carnal depravity throughout the night, the ocean nymph's juicy body serving as the perfect divine fleshlight for her husband's massive cock.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Just as the couple was enjoying this wedding night, strands of gray-black mist spread through the woods of War God Mountain and coalesced into blurry human figures.
Dozens of uninvited guests, taking advantage of the cover of night, split into several small teams and explored toward the mountaintop.
Perhaps because a grand wedding had just taken place, the defenses of the entire War God Mountain appeared quite empty.
Along the way, not only were no patrolling God-Blood Imperial Guards seen, but not even a single regular sentry soldier was in sight.
The lord had repeatedly warned them, and they had thought it would be some dragon's lair or tiger's den.
But this is it?
Having advanced all the way to the mountainside without obstruction, the infiltrators could not help letting out contemptuous sneers.
"Thud!"
However, accompanied by a dull explosion, the chest of the foremost infiltrator in the forest team instantly burst open with a large hole.
The grayish fog scattered, and the broken body immediately fell backward.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The sudden change startled the infiltrators as they hurriedly drew their weapons and looked around.
Pfft! Pfft!
But in the blink of an eye, two more muffled explosions rang out, and two new companions instantly joined the casualty list on the spot.
Fortunately, this time, they finally saw the true face of the attacker.
—It was a massive white fox, possessing lightning-fast speed and sharp claws that could easily slice through Orichalcum armor.
At this moment, it was crouching on a tree stump ahead, with two bloody hearts still dangling from its mouth.
The Teumessian Fox.
The expressions of a few relatively experienced infiltrators changed slightly.
Why would a child of Typhon, the Ancestor of Monsters, appear on the War God Mountain?
"What's there to be afraid of a single fox? We have the numbers, kill it!"
The leading captain drew a short sword that emitted a deathly aura and spoke in a low voice to boost his companions' morale.
One after another, the infiltrators drew their weapons in response, preparing to first slaughter this fox that had sprung out of nowhere before continuing their exploration toward the summit.
However, before they could even form their formation, the whistling sound of wind came from above their heads. Before several infiltrators could even react, they were torn into the sky by a gust of whirlwind, and then thoroughly experienced the sensation of a high-altitude free fall.
"I got one!"
"I caught two!"
"No stealing. The rest are all mine!"
The leading captain looked at the several bird-winged, human-bodied girls chattering on the surrounding treetops and his expression became even uglier.
Harpy — Harpies!
Why was it another child of Typhon?
'No good, this forest is too sinister,
I have to call for backup!'
Realizing the situation was bad, the captain quickly activated the communication rune stone in his hand, trying to call for reinforcements from his teammates.
However, as the communication opened, noisy and panicked voices rose one after another.
"Snake! There is a huge snake in the lake! Nine heads!"
"Hydra! It is the nine-headed Hydra!"
"Who wants to play riddles with you? Get lost, crazy woman!"
"Wrong answer, hehe, wrong answer!"
"Damn it, this lion is too hard. Its skin cannot be pierced at all!"
"This lion too, wait, why does it have three heads?"
"Help! Help me!"
Hearing the cries for help and shrill screams transmitting one after another, the leader's face instantly turned deathly pale.
He immediately threw down the transmission rune stone in his hand, turned back, and bellowed at the teammates behind him.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
However, there was already no one there.
The space behind him was already completely empty.
"Buzz!"
As a familiar sound of breaking air came, the leader closed his eyes in grief, indignation, and despair.
"4…5…7…7…18! We killed 18 of them!"
"Nonsense, it was clearly 13!"
"10, 10 is correct!"
The harpies cleaning up the scene argued with each other.
The white fox named "Tomesa" looked at the 12 dissolving corpses on the ground, rolled its eyes in a human-like manner, and routinely despised the harpies' shameful arithmetic ability.
Just as the harpies were chattering noisily, the rustling sound of branches and leaves rubbing came from the dense forest below the mountain again.
The white fox let out a slurping sound as it swallowed the two bloody hearts, a touch of depression rising in its eyes.
I cannot eat any more. I really cannot eat any more.
Can you guys please stop delivering yourselves for a moment, and come back tomorrow...
And at this very moment, figures either enveloped in sea mist, shrouded in deathly intent, or burly and deformed, one after another, scaled and probed upward from various parts of the War God Mountain, rushing into this hunting ground one after another, adding a bit of a bloody and noisy undertone to this long night.
(End of this chapter)