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"How do I win this war?, Greece." Nicodemus watched his Gamma swallow his saliva down his throat,pinching the area between his eyebrow. "Like you said before,we fight with our strong will." Nicodemus scoffed. "As far as I'm concerned,only I have the strong will. As my Gamma,you'll have to do better in your thinking and be stronger." He walked to his window which blew cold air from the snowy lands through his curly hair. Greece let out another sigh. "The Supernatural world will give their all to exterminate me hence,I will not relent in giving my all."

They pressed harder as they started this bond of union. With this it's like they were all made for this union.Their bodies were now getting their turn with what they loved the most. The fire to touch love and lust Naruto watched, aroused by the sight of the two women he desired, his body throbbing with need. He reached out, his hand finding Hinata's breast, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. He moaned against her neck Then, Hinata and Sakura shyly looked at each other and smirked. With that look they knew how far they wanted to play this game.

Nyla didn’t understand figures of speech, nor was she up to date on modern language. Had they been cut off from the world when their master had been imprisoned? For how long? Legends about ancient Greece were thousands of years old. And in all those lore and legends, there wasn’t a single mention of a God of Justice... “I don’t think she’s questioning your powers, my old friend,” the horned god explained to the serpent, scratching her scales until she purred with delight. “But she’s had a long day and requires a meal and rest. Will you inform Nyx and Erebus to have a chamber ready for her and some food, please?”

Amphitrite smiles, while I'm losing myself inside her. - My goddess, come to me, enjoy as if it were the last moment of your life. - At that time, teasing me, while your hot god fucks that beautiful goddess beneath him. When the god came enjoying Anúquis's thrusts. In the midst of her screams in which that goddess of lust and water screams, in the midst of trying to bite her lip, that nothing stopped him from thrusting into her as if it were the strength of a thousand gods, even though that fervour drives me completely crazy.

Olympus is once again strong and the Gods are powerful once more. He hears their prayers in the morning, but at night, when the temple is closed, he will visit the seductress living there, his cock always ready to serve her. Who would have known that the Great Zeus they are praying to is under the power of Zara, a mere human?

I shook my head in protest and he cupped my face so softly like he feared that I would break if he didn’t. “No it doesn’t” I said in a whimper. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Then why is your mind so far away from me”, he asked in a sad tone. I could feel my heart crumble at the acknowledgement of his pain. I cupped his face in return “No, it's not you, it’s just all of this. The gods are our parents and Aiden is the son of Zeus and it’s just too much too fast” A smile crept up his face.

Now why do I feel he is insulting me "But alpha she is your mate! " Jake said. "No no a mere human cannot be my mate noo! " the Greek god exclaimed. You know what I don't give a fuck I am leaving this place I am getting scared now the Greek god is shaking and I don't think I like him too he is just plain mean!

Alcmene’s voice fades into an echo as I try to understand what she is saying. “I don’t understand. Do you mean Zeus? THE Zeus, the Greek god who lives on top of a mountain? Thunderbolts and all that? No way. That’s not possible, those are just stories.” I send up a silent prayer to the goddess that this is some kind of initiation hoax played on everyone by their wolf. Alcmene scoffs and slows her pace to a walk.

It was almost like he couldn’t register my presence like he was all alone in his study. His brows were furrowed together in concentration as he read through the documents and he looked like something the Moon Goddess couldn’t have created better with his long slick black hair that’d put most of the females’ hair to shame, his chiseled jaws, the smoothness of his face and the sharp edges of his cheeks that looked like something that was sharp enough to cut through objects. He looked like a Greek God, specifically Moros, the god of doom. “What are you still doing here?” He finally acknowledged my presence and it was with a tone so bored and degrading that it’d have pierced my heart if I wasn’t

He places an arm around my shoulder and cuddles me to his side. I gladly snuggle up to him. He points to the fountain just outside the terrace, directly in our line of sight, and I realize that’s what he’d been staring at. A marble statue of a muscled man donning a shield and a spear sits at the center of the fountain. The expression on is face is filled with wrath. With divine vengeance. And something about the way he grips the spear seems almost god-like. Ares. The Greek god of war. Suddenly, the sunset that has turned the fountain water golden makes it look like blood flowing in rivulets out of coffers.