Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 510: R18 Loving Deeply Goddess Of Love

As soon as Demeter and Angelica disappeared into the crystal corridors, Aphrodite released a slow breath, forcing her composure back into place, even though her heart was still racing.

She flicked her golden hair back with practiced pride.

"Trash goddesses," she said lightly. "They’re just jealous."

Yet her voice trembled, because deep down, Aphrodite knew they were not entirely wrong about her reputation. Olympus whispered her name the way mortals whispered scandal. Desire followed her, but respect rarely did.

She glanced sideways at Sharky, a flicker of unease passing through her chest. For the first time in ages, she worried about how someone saw her.

But Sharky said nothing. He didn’t even look at her.

He remained calm, focused, his awareness turned inward as his Luminara mana-sense continued to quietly scan Olympus for any trace of Astrid or the Serpent of Ruin.

That silence only made Aphrodite more drawn to him.

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Meanwhile, in the War God’s Realm, Ares sat alone in his colossal stone hall, its walls carved with scenes of endless war and conquest. Crimson torches burned without smoke, casting harsh shadows across his obsidian throne.

His massive hands gripped the edge of the seat so tightly that stone began to crack beneath his fingers. His armor rattled faintly with each breath, vibrating with restrained rage.

He started memorizing the moment when Phobos was a boy, struggling to hold a blade too large for his hands. Phobos laughing during sparring, reckless and eager. Phobos glowing with pride the first time he mastered fear manipulation, trembling gods backing away from a child who smiled too brightly.

All of it collapsed into a single truth.

His son was dead. Ares’ jaw tightened, teeth grinding together.

"I will ask Sharky myself," he growled into the empty hall. "I will hear how Phobos died... from his own mouth."

He did not yet suspect Sharky directly. But he suspected Asgard. He suspected Odin. And since Zeus was doing nothing, he wants to ask Sharky directly. But he also knew, asking directly was also a risk.

Since Zeus forbidden him.

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Aphrodite led Sharky toward her private chambers, a room made of pink marble and soft light. Silken curtains drifted as if breathing, golden lamps glowed warmly, and rose petals floated lazily through the air.

With every step, she drew closer to him. Her fingers brushed against his arm. Her hip grazed his side when she turned. Her breast brushed him lightly as she guided him through the doorway.

She was flushed, breath quickening. Her eyes practically melted every time she looked up at him.

Sharky paused for a brief moment and glanced back at Hela.

Hela stood at the edge of the corridor. Their eyes met. No words were needed.

Hela understood immediately, he was going inside for answers. Still, a flicker of jealousy and irritation flashed through her composed expression.

She turned away sharply, muttering a curse under her breath about his dangerous charm and his lusty nature, then walked back toward the guest chambers.

Sharky offered her an apologetic smile before turning away.

He turned toward Aphrodite, stepped into the chamber, and closed the door behind them with a soft click.

Aphrodite blinked, confused by the sudden shift, but before she could question it, Sharky’s hand settled firmly at her waist. The contact sent a sharp rush through her senses.

In one swift, controlled motion, he lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. She gasped with surprise, a thrill racing through her as rose-light petals drifted around them.

Her body responded instantly.

Her breath hitched as her back met the plush mattress, the soft petals tickling her skin. She propped herself up on her elbows, gazing at Sharky with a blend of surprise and desire. Her ample breasts heaved with each quickening breath, the thin fabric of her gown doing little to hide her hardened nipples.

"Sharky, I thought we were going to talk," she murmured, a coy smile playing on her lips.

But then Sharky appeared on the bed, he slowly uncrossed her legs, the movement deliberate and sensual. The gown rode up her thighs, revealing more of her smooth, pale skin. Aphrodite’s eyes never left Sharky’s as her fingers trailing up his muscular arm.

Sharky, instead of replying to her, leaned down and put his lips on her, and started kissing her.

Aphrodite melted into the kiss, her body arching towards Sharky’s as his lips claimed hers. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. A soft moan escaped her as his tongue slid against hers, tasting, exploring.

She could feel the heat of his body pressing against her, the firmness of his muscles, the undeniable proof of his arousal. It sent a fresh wave of excitement through her, a throbbing ache building between her thighs.

Sharky’s hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, his stubble rough against her sensitive skin. Aphrodite gasped as he nipped at her pulse point, her head falling back in pleasure.

"Sharky," she breathed, her voice hushed and breathy. "We should... we should stop. Talk first..."

"There is nothing to talk about, when the Goddess of Love is directly present in front of me." Sharky said looking towards her, as he sided her gown upper side, causing her breasts to free.

"Tonight, I am going to deeply love the Goddess of Love."

"Oh Sharky," Aphrodite murmured, as she felt his lips touching her nipple buds, and it quickly hardened.

She gasp as cool air met her exposed skin, her breasts aching for his touch. Sharky’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her, his gaze roaming over every curve and dip of her body.

"You’re breathtaking, Aphrodite," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. "And I intend to explore every inch of you tonight."

His lips trailed down her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Aphrodite moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he lavished attention on her breasts. His hands kneaded and caressed, his touch electric, leaving her skin tingling and craving more.

"Oh Sharky," she whimpered, her hips bucking against him. "I am just a whore, not a goddess."

Sharky’s eyes flashed with a hungry gleam as he heard Aphrodite’s words. He leaned back, his gaze roaming over her body, taking in every curve and dip, every inch of exposed skin.

"A whore, you say?" he growled, his voice a low rumble that made her core tighten. "Maybe you are a whore, but tonight I am going to make you my whore."

His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips, his thumbs brushing against her inner thighs. Aphrodite gasped, her body arching towards him, silently begging for more.

"You are a goddess of love, of pleasure, of desire, Aphrodite. And tonight I love you so deeply that even if you think of yourself as whore, you will start thinking of yourself as my whore."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, not quite a kiss, but close enough to make her ache. "I will show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."

Aphrodite’s breath hitched as his lips hovered just above hers, his words igniting a fire deep within her. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his arousal pressing against her thigh, and it made her dizzy with want.

"Sharky, please," she whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of his touch. "I need you. I need you so badly."

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Patience, Aphrodite," he murmured, his lips brushing against her cheek, her jaw, her neck. "I’m going to make you beg for it."

His hands slid higher, his fingers ghosting over her inner thighs, teasing, tantalizing. Aphrodite’s body trembled, her skin hypersensitive, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through her veins.

His lips trailed down her body, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. He paused at her breasts, his hot breath fanning over her nipples. Aphrodite gasped, her back arching, silently begging for his touch.

"Such a pretty pet, so desperate for my touch," Sharky murmured against her skin, his voice a dark purr that sent shivers down Aphrodite’s spine. "Tell me, my little whore, how badly do you want me?"

He blew a cool breath over her nipple, making it tighten into a hard peak. Aphrodite cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her.

"Please, Sharky!" she begged, her voice breaking with need. "I want you so much it hurts. I’m aching for your touch."

His lips curled into a wicked smile against her skin. "Good girl," he praised darkly. "Keep begging like that and maybe I’ll give you what you need."

He licked a slow circle around her nipple, his tongue rough against the sensitive bud. Aphrodite’s hips bucked off the bed, a strangled moan escaping her lips.

She creamed, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against her. He bit down gently, sending sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core.

"Sharky!" she cried out, her thighs falling open in invitation. "Please, I can’t take anymore!"

He chuckled darkly against her breast, the vibrations adding to her pleasure. "Oh, but we’re just getting started, my little whore," he murmured.

His hand slid down her body, his fingers brushing against her slick folds. Aphrodite shuddered, her hips lifting eagerly to his touch.

"So wet already," he tsked, his voice teasing. "And I haven’t even touched you yet."

He slipped a finger inside her, pumping slowly. Aphrodite’s back arched off the bed, a guttural moan tearing from her throat.

"That’s right," Sharky purred, adding another finger. "Take my fingers like a good little slut."

Sharky’s fingers pumped in and out of Aphrodite, his thumb circling her clit, driving her to the brink of madness. She was so close, her body trembling with the need for release.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand, leaving her empty and aching. Aphrodite cried out in frustration, her eyes flying open to glare at him.

"Why did you stop?" she demanded, her voice hoarse with desire.

Sharky smirked, slowly unbuckling his belt. "I thought it was time for the main event," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

He stood up beside the bed, his hands working to undo his pants. Aphrodite watched him hungrily, her eyes dark with lust. When he finally freed himself from his clothing, she gasped.

His dragon was enormous, thick and long and already leaking pre-cum. Aphrodite’s mouth watered at the sight of it. She reached out to touch him, but he stepped back.

Sharky let Aphrodite’s hand wrap around his thick shaft, a low groan escaping his lips at the contact. She stroked him slowly, marveling at the velvety smoothness of his skin and the steel hardness beneath.

"Like what you see?" he asked arrogantly, his hips thrusting slightly into her grip.

Aphrodite nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "It’s magnificent," she breathed, squeezing him gently.

She pushed him on the bed, and climbed on him. She then positioned her garden on his Dragon.

Sharky groaned loudly as Aphrodite settled herself onto his lap, her slick heat enveloping his dragon. She was tight, so tight he thought she might suffocate him. But she was also wet, soaked through with desire, and she took him easily.

"Aphrodite," he gasped, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You feel incredible."

She smiled down at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. "And you’re even bigger than I imagined," she purred, rocking her hips gently.

She lifted herself up slightly, then slammed back down, taking him to the hilt. Sharky cursed, his fingers digging into her flesh. Aphrodite threw her head back and moaned, setting a fast pace.

Sharky flipped their positions, pinning Aphrodite beneath him on the bed. She gasped at the sudden movement, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He loomed over her, his eyes dark and intense. "I’m going to fuck you now," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Hard and fast, until you’re screaming my name."

Aphrodite’s heart raced at his words, a thrill of excitement shooting through her. She loved it when he took control like this.

"Yes," she breathed, arching her back to press herself against him. "Please, Sharky. Fuck me."

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her again. Aphrodite cried out, her nails raking down his back.

Sharky set a brutal pace, pounding into her mercilessly. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. Aphrodite clung to him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

"You’re mine," Sharky growled, his voice thick with possession as he claimed her body. "Say it, Aphrodite. Say you’re mine."

Aphrodite could only moan in response, lost in the pleasure of his fierce lovemaking. She felt consumed by him, owned by him in the most primal way.

"I’m yours!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "I’m yours, Sharky! Please, don’t stop!"

Her words seemed to ignite something in him. He thrust into her harder, deeper, his movements becoming almost frantic. Aphrodite screamed his name as she felt her climax building, crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Sharky followed soon after, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside her with a guttural roar. He collapsed onto her, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together intimately.

For a long moment, they simply lay there, catching their breath. Aphrodite traced idle patterns on Sharky’s back as he rested his head on her chest.

"That was..." she started, struggling to find the words. "Incredible."

Sharky chuckled against her skin. "Mmm."

Then he said, "Aphrodite, we need to talk."