"Wow"
The mont I pushed through the double doors, a wave of heat and perfu rolled over like a living thing. The break room wasn't a simple lounge—it was a temple of indulgence. Velvet couches, golden trays stacked with fruits, wine fountains bubbling with crimson nectar that slled faintly of divine blood.
This is my kind of place.
A mixture of a bar, temple, resting room, and a brothel. I an, that was exactly the feeling this break room gave the second I walked in. I an, co on?! I see gods sitting at a table sharing drinks like old buddies, while a god is ravaging two won with his cock at the table next to them.
There were even beds on the left side of the room—beds that were definitely being used for fucking.
The air vibrated with pleasure and laughter, the moans of gods and goddesses lting together with the hum of low music. Runes pulsed faintly on the walls, glowing in rhythm with every thrust and sigh, feeding on the divine essence in the air. It wasn't just lust—it was worship.
Every drop of sweat, every cry of release, every arch of the back was a prayer to the sa concept I represented. Sex. Desire. Creation.
And fucking damn, this caused my little sister down there to tingle.
'This is how I want my temple to be and more'
I walked further in, eyes flicking across the room. So gods raised their glasses in lazy acknowledgnt. Others were too busy with their partners to even notice . The scent of incense, cum, and sweat clung to everything—thick, intoxicating, alive.
I made my way to the bar counter, where a silver-skinned nymph—I assud—polished glasses with glowing fingers. She gave a sly grin.
"First ti in the Den, goddess?"
"Yeah," I replied, leaning an elbow on the counter. "Can I have sothing to drink?"
She turned and pulled two glasses, pouring deep red liquid into each one.
"Welco, then," the nymph smiled and extended a hand to , holding one of the glasses filled with the sa kind of nectar of blood, "on the house."
I took the glass and raised it to my lips. The taste hit like a spark—sweet, tallic, with a hint of divine spice that tingled all the way down my throat.
'It's not real blood, just an imitation. However, it's enough for now.'
"Mmm~ not bad," I murmured, swirling the liquid in the glass. "A bit too clean for my taste, though. I prefer sothing warr."
"Hehe." The nymph chuckled, her voice like running water over silver bells. "Then you'll love the private stock. Only for gods who can handle a real drink."
"Oh~" I arched an eyebrow. "Define real."
She leaned closer, her skin shimring faintly in the dim light. She tapped on the counter, and a nu popped up, revealing dozens of nas of drinks written in gold and black. So had an X under their nas, while others had an inscription saying "In stock."
Aside from red wine, ale, beer, and whisky, the rest I had no fucking idea what they were. But judging from the price, I assud that ant these were unique concoctions made only for the city of the gods.
I an, 100 faith points for sothing called 'Siren's Kiss' and 'Starlit Dew' was too fucking expensive.
Keep in mind that Lora's monthly pay of faith points before I helped her out was 40 FP, if I recall correctly, and now these greedy shits expect to spend 100 points for a simple drink?!
HELL NO!
I'll spend my money on sothing better, like a horse cock or a rmaid's pussy.
"Just give so whisky," I said, quickly pushing the nu away. Ten FP for whisky was reasonable for an iron-rank goddess in my opinion. Going for sothing cheaper or expensive would draw unwanted attention.
"One whisky comin' up!"
The nymph turned and reached under the counter, a slight sway of her hips drawing a lingering stare from across the room. A minute later, she returned with a full glass of golden whisky and handed it to .
"Enjoy, my lady."
"Thanks," I paid the woman, and she returned to her job as if I didn't even exist.
With nothing better to do and a new glass of whisky to sip on, my eyes began to drift back through the room, skimming the walls, the seats, the golden fountains.
Then I quickly noticed sothing.
"Ohh~"
There, above the entrance, four massive portraits had been mounted on the ceiling. The biggest one is on top, and the other three are below it.
"Aphrodite?" I whispered, reading the na tag of the biggest portrait of the most beautiful woman that my eyes landed on.
The goddess of love and beauty.
The painting practically radiated beauty. Light-pink hair that spilled down her shoulders like silk ribbons, eyes the color of honeyed rose, and lips so soft-looking it felt illegal to stare for too long. Even through paint, she seed alive—her body wrapped in golden drapes that sohow hid nothing yet made her look divine.
"Figures she'd be the biggest na in the room," I muttered, taking a slow sip of my whisky. "Of course, Aphrodite gets the top spot. The goddess of beauty probably painted it herself and said, 'Yes, this will do.'"
I had to admit she was more beautiful than , and I don't feel sad about that at all. I am breeding and sex itself. A horny ss, nothing more, nothing less. So, of course, I can't help but wonder what kind of face Aphrodite would make when I shove my cock inside her cunt.
'Sweet or maybe aggressive, perhaps shy or lewd, well, only ti will tell'
Below her, three smaller portraits rested like constellations orbiting a star; I ignored the other two, one had a blonde male god and the other a female cat goddess. Not worth my focus right now since the third one had glued.
"Interesting.... I guess I'm famous now?"
Yeah, it was . The third portrait captured a very spicy mont of my ti here in the Nexus. In the arena, going full-nelson on the Norse god of war, Vili.
Only half of my face was shown, but that wasn't important, no. The purpose of the painting was to highlight in detail the massive pink monster that was my cock ripping Vili's tiny anus apart.
"Yummy, yummy," I bit my lip, just staring at my 'Art' becoming an art for others to enjoy was the most pleasant sensation. Whoever captured this mont and decided to paint it and mount it on the wall had a perfect sense of art., and I'll rember him as a friend for life.
"Morgana the Ass-breaker," I chuckled, reading the tag under the painting, before sipping the last of my whisky.
Thud!
Out of nowhere, sothing heavy dropped next to , and when I turned, my heart skipped a beat.
'This is it!! The one!'
A minotaur god. A literal ten-foot slab of muscle, fur the color of burnished bronze, horns curved like scimitars and tipped with gold. His eyes burned molten red, nostrils flaring as a slow exhale rolled out of him like smoke from a forge. Each movent of his shoulders made the air tremble; he was so large his shadow swallowed half the bar.
And gods help , my little sister down there throbbed like a drum. My breeding senses were screaming at ; the seed of this minotaur god had an amazing quality far better than anyone present at the mont, it would definitely give extraordinary daughters.
'I need his cock inside right now!' My horny mind took control of my actions, and I found myself leaning, studying him for a mont.
"Sigh… that was unfortunate," he let out a long sigh. The golden rings of his horns shook with each sigh. He turned to the bartender, saying, "Give sothing strong."
"Hmm?" With my senses, I was able to spot a high level of lust radiating from him, a dangerous level in my opinion. Like one thrust from releasing, yet couldn't. This man was seriously holding it.
"What's wrong, big guy?" I said, approaching the minotaur god, sitting next to him.
"Sigh, nothing. The woman that I usually visit is still not available," he replied without even turning to face . "Her pantheon is participating in World vs World, so her presence is required."
"I see," I nodded, pulling my chair closer to him, "that sure sucks a lot, huh."
"Yep," he agreed, "but nothing I could do about it. Now my lust is threatening to explode, and I can't relieve myself."
"Why not?" I tilted my head, confused for a mont, "You can ask another woman? Why her?"
"You don't know?" He finally looked at , his molten red eyes studying for a few seconds. "Not many sex gods are willing to offer their services to soone like , and very few of them could satisfy my needs."
"Eh?"
"They said I'm too big for them," he finally admitted, voice rough but calm. "Only that giant goddess agreed to take , but now I'm forced to wait for her."
"..."
"That is the most stupid thing I have ever heard in my entire life," I snapped, setting my empty glass down hard enough to make the counter ring.
"Excuse —" he couldn't even finish his sentence when I suddenly grabbed his massive arm and started dragging him behind .
"Co, let's go… let's fuck right NOW!"
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