As I pulled out, a thick, almost absurd amount of my seed mingled with Helen’s overflowing fluids, spilling out in a glistening stream. The sheer volume was astonishing—enough that even the deep crimson of her blood had faded into a lighter pink, some traces disappearing entirely beneath the flood of release.
I took a step back from the sweat-drenched bed, surveying the aftermath. The sheets were in complete disarray, twisted and damp with the evidence of our sex. My body, surprisingly, was still brimming with energy. I wasn’t exhausted in the slightest—physically, at least. But mentally? There was an undeniable sense of satisfaction, a deep, primal fulfillment that came from claiming the most beautiful woman in the world. After such an experience, how could I not feel this way?
Helen lay before me, utterly ravaged. Her legs, still spread wide, trembled faintly as the last remnants of pleasure shuddered through her. Her most sacred place, glistening and still leaking, was on full display, the aftermath of our union slowly spilling onto the ruined sheets. Her face, flushed a deep shade of red, was a mess of sweat and exhaustion. Her golden hair clung to her damp skin in chaotic strands, framing the dazed expression of a woman utterly broken in pleasure. And her breasts—marked with my bites, covered in faint bruises, swollen from my relentless attention—rose and fell with each uneven breath she took.
A part of me—no, most of me—wanted to take fuck her again. My desire flared at the sight of her wrecked body, at the way she twitched from overstimulation, at the way she had succumbed completely to me. But I forced myself to resist. She needed rest, and I… I had other matters to attend to.
Silently, I turned away, stepping into the adjacent chamber where warm water awaited me. The moment I submerged myself beneath the cascade, I let the heat wash over me, cleansing away the sweat, the lingering traces of our coupling, the remnants of the past hours. The scent of blood, sex, and sweat was finally replaced by something cleaner, something neutral.
After drying off, I dressed in fresh clothes, the cool fabric settling against my skin as I prepared to leave. I cast one final glance at Helen, still sprawled on the bed, her breathing slow and steady, her chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. The temptation to stay lingered, but duty called.
I stepped out of the chamber and walked through the dimly lit halls of the palace. Outside, the city was still alive with celebration—feasting, drinking, singing. The echoes of Troy’s revelry filled the night, but I had no desire to be seen or spoken to. With practiced ease, I navigated through the shadows, avoiding the revelers entirely before reaching the towering walls of the city. In a single effortless leap, I vaulted over them, landing silently on the other side.
The battlefield stretched before me, eerily empty. The war that had raged here for months had left its scars, but the bodies of both Greeks and Trojans had long been cleared away. Only the faintest stains of blood remained, dark smudges against the sand, whispering of the countless lives lost beneath these moonlit skies.
I walked forward, my hands tucked into my pockets, my stride unhurried. The cool night breeze kissed my skin, carrying with it a crispness that had been absent for far too long. The air no longer smelled of blood, no longer reeked of death and steel.
For the first time in months, I could finally breathe some good air not reeking of blood.
But my reason for walking alone through the barren landscape had nothing to do with enjoying the fresh night air.
Not at all.
I moved with quiet purpose, my steps steady as I left the outskirts of Troy behind. The distant sounds of revelry from the city faded into the background, swallowed by the silence of the abandoned battlefield. The cool breeze whispered against my skin, but my mind was elsewhere. My thoughts were fixed on what lay ahead.
After ten minutes of walking, I came to a stop. My voice, calm and commanding, cut through the stillness of the night.
“Drakkias.”
In an instant, the air trembled with power. A golden radiance illuminated the darkness, and from the void of the sky, a massive form descended. The mighty dragon, Drakkias, appeared before me, his scales gleaming under the moonlight like molten gold. His eyes, ancient and wise, met mine as he lowered his head in acknowledgment.
Without hesitation, I climbed onto his back. With a single powerful motion, he unfurled his immense wings, the force of it stirring the sand beneath us. Then, with a mighty leap, we soared into the night, leaving Troy far behind.
Our destination was a peculiar place—Lyrnessus.
The journey would have taken days on foot, but with Drakkias, we covered the vast distance in less than half an hour. The ruined city soon came into view, its once-proud structures now reduced to rubble. The air here was different, thick with the weight of destruction and abandonment.
As we descended, I leaped off Drakkias’ back before he even landed. The moment my feet touched the ground, I turned to him.
“Go.”
With a huff of acknowledgment, Drakkias spread his golden wings once more and vanished into the sky, leaving me alone in the desolate ruins.
Lyrnessus was a shadow of what it once had been. The city lay in ruin, its streets lifeless, its buildings crumbling under the weight of time and war. Yet, amidst the destruction, one structure remained standing—the castle.
Without hesitation, I made my way toward it.
The air inside was eerily still as I strode through the abandoned halls, my footsteps echoing against the stone walls. Dust clung to the remnants of past grandeur, but I ignored it all. My destination was clear—the throne room.
As I stepped inside, I came to a halt at the center of the vast chamber.
Then, it began.
A soft glow, pink and divine, flickered into existence, spreading throughout the throne hall like a living force. The very air shimmered as a powerful barrier surged forth, enclosing the entire chamber in an impenetrable dome of radiant light. This was no ordinary magic. This was a Divine Barrier—an impenetrable veil that shielded everything within from the eyes, ears, and senses of other gods.
A moment later, she appeared.
Aphrodite.
She materialized in a gentle burst of pink radiance, her presence as intoxicating as the sweetest perfume. Her pink hair cascaded around her shoulders in silken waves, and her full lips curved into a soft, knowing smile. But before I could even utter a word, she vanished—only to reappear directly in front of me.
Before I could react, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a warm embrace.
Her body pressed against mine, soft and impossibly warm. Her ample breasts—undoubtedly the largest I had ever seen—molded against my chest, her hardened nipples faintly pressing through the thin fabric separating us. The scent of her—sweet, floral, and utterly divine—filled my lungs, intoxicating me.
“I’m happy for you, Nate,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. “You’ve finally healed your body.”
“I have,” I confirmed, my voice steady.
Then, without another word, I leaned in and captured her lips.
Aphrodite responded instantly, her body melting against mine as I pulled her waist closer, deepening the kiss. My tongue traced her lips, teasing, demanding entry. She moaned softly into my mouth, her hands gripping the fabric of my clothes as if anchoring herself.
“Hmmnn❤️~~” A soft, needy sound escaped her as I toyed with her lips, savoring her taste.
When I finally pulled away, Aphrodite’s cheeks were flushed a delicate shade of pink, her breath uneven.
“And you played no small part in that journey,” I said, my voice low and appreciative.
“Fufufu…” She chuckled, stepping back with an elegant sway of her hips. “I merely did the smallest part.”
I allowed myself a small smile, but it quickly faded as I met her gaze with renewed seriousness.
“Is it truly time?” I asked.
“It is,” she affirmed, her expression turning soft yet resolute. “Everything is ready, don’t worry. Are you ready to finally see her, Nate? After all this time… after an entire year?”
There was no hesitation in my answer.
“I am.”
Aphrodite gave me a knowing smile before stepping aside, her movements graceful as ever.
The divine barrier around us pulsed, its pink glow intensifying. A swirl of radiant energy gathered in the air, shimmering and twisting, as if the very fabric of divinity was bending to a higher will. Then, in the space before me, the swirling mass of light condensed—taking shape, solidifying into a portal bathed in ethereal pink radiance.
My breath caught in my throat.
It had been more than a year since I had last seen her. A year filled with war, bloodshed, and endless struggles. And yet… it felt like an eternity.
A lifetime.
Something inside me quaked, an unfamiliar trembling deep in my chest. I had longed for this moment, craved it so many times that it had become an ache buried beneath layers of discipline and restraint. But I had held myself back—for her sake. For her safety.
There were nights when I had convinced myself that I would never see her again. That I had lost the right. That I would die before this day could ever come.
But now…
Now, that moment had finally arrived.
The air grew still.
From within the radiant portal, a shadow began to take form.
Soft footsteps echoed as a figure emerged, stepping through the veil of light.
A white gown fluttered gently as she moved.
The same kind of dress Khione always wore.
I felt my breath hitch.
I had spent a lifetime preparing for battle, steeling myself against all things. And yet, at this moment, standing here, watching her step into the world once more—
I felt unprepared.