In the afternoon, Aphrodite finally opened her eyes, her lashes fluttering as the haze of deep sleep lifted. A sharp, insistent pain throbbed in her groin, radiating through her hips and up her spine, while an unyielding sense of fullness pressed deep inside her vagina, his thick cum still coating her walls and weighing her down like a secret burden she craved to keep.
Every subtle shift of her body sent jolts of soreness through her overtaxed muscles, a delicious reminder of the relentless way he'd fucked her through the night, stretching her to her limits and beyond.
"Allen, are you awake?" she murmured, her voice husky and laced with the remnants of her earlier cries of pleasure.
He stirred beside her, his eyes cracking open slowly. "Hmm... yes," he replied, his gaze sharpening as he took in the sight of the gorgeous woman sprawled before him.
Aphrodite looked utterly wrecked, her flawless skin marred by a map of bite marks—deep indentations along her neck, shoulders, and the soft swells of her breasts—and angry red imprints from his slaps blooming across her thighs, ass, and even her flat belly. Her stomach was slightly bloated, rounded out from the massive loads of his sperm he'd pumped into her womb, and as he glanced down between their tangled legs, he saw the creamy evidence still flowing like a thick river, coating his penis where it remained buried deep inside her.
"Hey, I need a little help down here," she said, her tone a mix of playful complaint and genuine discomfort, drawing his attention to their still-connected bodies.
He peered down and realized his cock was still lodged firmly in her pussy, the swollen lips gripping him tightly even in repose.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. But can't you move on your own?"
"What do you think?" Aphrodite shot back with a slight pout, her full lips pursing in that adorable, sulky way that made his heart—and other parts—stir.
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and affectionate, because it was clear her body was too exhausted to even twitch on its own, every inch of her limp from the marathon of pounding he'd given her pussy until she'd begged for mercy and more.
With careful hands, he gripped her waist, his fingers splaying over the bruises he'd left there, and lifted her hips upward. His cock slid free from her clutching vagina with a wet, sucking pop, unleashing a fresh gush of his cum that spilled out in sticky strands. 'Ahhh, that stings... finally, I feel better,' she gasped, wincing at the sharp twinge but sighing in relief as the pressure eased, though the emptiness left her inner walls fluttering hungrily.
"I think it's time for us to go back, but first, let's take a shower together," he suggested, his voice gentle yet firm, already envisioning the hot water soothing her aches while he explored her body anew.
He scooped up her slender body effortlessly, cradling her against his chest as he carried her toward the bathroom, her lithe form light and warm in his arms. In the bathroom, Aphrodite remained clingy, her hands still hugging Allen tightly. She didn't want this to end so quickly. She wanted to feel this feeling forever.
...
After that, they changed into fresh clothes. Since Aphrodite still couldn't move her legs at all, Allen ended up carrying her to the car on his back. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, clinging like a kid who absolutely refused to be put down. Allen didn't complain—not even a little. Honestly, he kind of liked it.
When they finally pulled up to the mansion, Raviel and Tiamat were already waiting near the entrance, both sitting in their wheelchairs.
"You're finally back, husband," Raviel said with a warm grin.
"So?" she added casually. "How was the date?"
She said it with that innocent smile—clearly pretending she had no idea what actually went down.
"Well…" Allen replied, shifting his stance a bit so she could see Aphrodite fast asleep on his back. "I think the result speaks for itself."
Raviel covered her mouth, laughing softly. "Wow. You really didn't go easy on her, huh?"
Allen just chuckled, totally unfazed.
"Allen, are you hungry?" Tiamat asked, rolling closer. "I already made something."
She looked genuinely happy to see him back, that ever-faithful, maid-like energy radiating off her.
"Thanks, Tia," Allen said with a smile. "Yeah, I'm actually pretty hungry."
He leaned down and kissed Raviel and Tiamat on the lips, one after the other, before heading inside.
Inside the dining room, Hera, Athena, Demeter, Hestia, Artemis, Persephone, Castoria, and Mikaela were already seated around the table, waiting.
Allen carefully lowered Aphrodite from his back and helped her sit down on one of the chairs.
"Allen, give me a kiss," Mikaela suddenly said, pouting a little as she looked up at him.
"Alright, alright, love," Allen replied casually, walking over and kissing her.
That alone made Mikaela smile right away. Even now, Allen still paid attention to her.
Sure, she knew she'd have to get used to it—to sharing him, to his open relationship—but moments like that still mattered to her.
"Hm…?" Aphrodite murmured, her eyes barely open.
"Are we home already, darling?"
"Yeah," Allen said gently. "We're home."
"Ah—" Aphrodite hissed softly as she fully sat down, clearly still sore. She looked around the table, then laughed weakly.
"Wow… I think I'm gonna need a wheelchair too after this," she joked, glancing at Mikaela, Raviel, and Tiamat in their electric wheelchairs. "At this point, we look like a whole Professor X squad from Marvel."
That immediately set everyone off laughing.
"Alright, alright," Allen said, shaking his head with a smile.
"But let's eat first, yeah?"
Castoria, who had been watching Allen finally take his seat and tell everyone to start eating, didn't hesitate even for a second. The moment permission was given, she immediately grabbed her plate and dug in. And not just politely—she was really eating. In no time at all, nearly half of her food was already gone.
Allen noticed it almost right away.
He paused mid-bite, glanced over at Castoria, then blinked once… twice. For a brief moment, a strange sense of déjà vu hit him.
"…Huh," Allen muttered under his breath, watching her eat like she hadn't seen food in days. "You know, watching you eat like that really reminds me of someone."
Castoria looked up, cheeks slightly puffed as she was still chewing. "Mmph?" she responded, clearly not planning to stop anytime soon.
Allen chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Yeah… definitely reminds me of someone" his words clearly reminded him of Artoria... "Same energy. Same appetite."
Castoria swallowed, then frowned slightly. "Is that supposed to be an insult?"
"Nope," Allen replied calmly, taking another bite of his food. "If anything, it's kind of impressive."
Castoria huffed lightly, then went right back to eating without another word—proving his point almost immediately.
A few of the others exchanged amused looks, the table filling with quiet laughter and clinking plates. For a dinner that started out chaotic, it was settling into something oddly warm and familiar—exactly the kind of noisy, messy family moment that felt completely natural now.
And after they all finished eating, Mikaela finally spoke, "Allen, let's watch some movies together and after that I want to have sex again," she said with a naughty tone even though her leg is currently temporarily paralyzed.
Allen, seeing that, of course nodded, "oke sure," he said while smiling, of course he didn't refuse Mikaela's invitation to have sex.
.....
Meanwhile, in a small and fairly remote town in America called Stanton, a father named Eric Lamosoff was playing in a small backyard pool with his daughter, Donna. It was a lazy Sunday—one of those rare family days where nothing needed to be rushed, where everyone could simply relax and enjoy being together.
"Alright, sweetheart, don't splash the water like that," Eric laughed. "You're getting water straight into Dad's mouth."
"Hehe, really?" Donna giggled—then deliberately splashed even more water at him.
Nearby, Eric's wife Sally sat comfortably on a lawn chair, holding their baby son Beam, who was breastfeeding peacefully in her arms. With her free hand, Sally casually flipped over a wedding invitation envelope she had just picked up.
"Let's see… which of our friends is getting married," she murmured while glancing at the card.
"Marcus? No… that'd be impossible."
But the moment her eyes landed on the name Allen Winters, her expression froze.
"…Wait."
Sally immediately stood up and walked toward the backyard pool.
"Eric… honey," she called out. "You're not going to believe who's getting married."
Eric turned his head, confused.
"Alright, give me a second," he said, looking back at Donna. "Your mom's calling me."
He tried to jump out of the pool—
BRAK!
The cheap tarp pool suddenly tore apart under his weight. Water burst everywhere as the pool collapsed, dragging Eric along as he slipped and fell hard onto the wet grass.
"Oh my God, honey—are you okay?!" Sally shouted.
"Dad—!" Donna yelped as the rushing water nearly carried her float away.
"Donna! Don't let go of your float!" Sally panicked, holding Beam close as she rushed forward.
Eric scrambled up, soaked from head to toe.
"I'm fine! I'm fine!" he said, waving his hands as he hurried toward Sally—
—and promptly slipped again.
"Careful! Slow down!" Sally said, grabbing his arm and helping him steady himself.
Once Eric finally caught his breath, he frowned.
"So… who's getting married?" he asked. "Marcus?"
He shook his head immediately.
"Yeah, no. That'd be impossible."
As if Marcus getting married would be a bad omen for the world itself.
Sally handed him the invitation.
Eric read it carefully.
Then suddenly, he burst out laughing.
"Ohhh—turns out it's Allen," he said, grinning widely.
"Hollywood's younger cousin. Hahaha!"
....
Meanwhile, at the same time, over at the McKenzie family house, everyone was sitting around the dinner table. Kurt, the husband, was busy cooking in the kitchen, while his two kids, Andre and Charlotte, sat at the table with their grandmother.
"Hey, Mom!" the kids said together, greeting their mother as she walked in, looking like she'd just gotten home and joined them for dinner.
"Hey, honey, I've got some good news," Kurt said, still focused on whatever he was cooking.
"Hmmm, what kind of good news?" Deanne asked, curious.
"You remember that white kid who always used to hang around Lenny when we were hanging out after school?" Kurt said.
"Yeah… I remember him. He was Lenny's cousin, right? If I'm not mistaken, his name was Allen. And well, we can't really call him a kid anymore—he's grown into a handsome white man now," Deanne said, recalling Allen, especially from the time they met at Lenny's wedding.
"So what happened to him? Is that rich kid getting married or something?" Deanne asked, intrigued.
"Well… yep. You're right," Kurt said. "Allen just sent a wedding invitation. And you know what? That white guy is getting married to nine women at the same time. Hahaha!"
"Wow… seriously? You're not kidding? Damn," Deanne said in disbelief.
"Yeah, I kinda expected he was a womanizer, considering how many girls were always glued to him," Kurt continued. "But I didn't think he'd actually marry all of them."
"Yeah… he really is an attractive guy," Deanne replied casually, remembering how Allen used to flirt with her back when she was in middle school—though he was still just an elementary school kid back then, so she never took it seriously.
Kurt noticed her tone and felt a little jealous, so he quickly tried to change the subject.
"Oh, by the way," Kurt said, lifting his pot proudly, "I'm making pumpkin risotto. From Rachel Ray's Summer Session show."
"It tastes really bad, Mom," Charlotte said bluntly.
"Yeah, it tastes like roadkill," Andre added without mercy.
"Yeah, your husband is trying to poison us with some weird crap he saw on TV," Grandma chimed in.
"Deanne, do you hear the way they're talking to me?" Kurt said, pointing dramatically. "Do you hear this?"
"Y-you should say something to them," Kurt added, clearly hoping his wife would take his side.
"Alright, kids… and Mom," Deanne said, finally turning to face them.
"You know your father works really hard—cleaning the house, keeping everything in order, and making food for us."
"Yeah, right. He's a house husband," Grandma muttered.
The kids looked at their dad.
"Hello?" Kurt said, clearly offended. "That's not helping."
Deanne then walked toward the door like she was about to grab something.
"Besides…" she added casually,
"I bought us pizza."
"YAAAY!!!" the kids shouted in unison.
Kurt stared for a second, then slowly put the pot down.
"You know what? Fine," he said.
"Enjoy your pizza. You've all broken my heart."
He ripped off his oven mitts and slammed them on the table.
"You broke my heart!" Kurt yelled dramatically, like a heartbroken teenage girl, before storming off.
Everyone went silent.
"Looks like someone's on his period again!" Grandma shouted after him, loud and merciless.