(Oh ..well...)
The sea's azure waves rippled as a small boat sailed swiftly with the wind.
The newborn sunlight streamed into the cabin, waking Lorne from his slumber.
As if sensing something, he lowered his gaze to the wriggling, bulging blanket, involuntarily sucking in the cold morning air that flooded the cabin.
"..Hiss~!"
With a deep inhalation, a head buried deep in the blanket emerged, tilting upward as its throat worked to swallow.
Then, a pink tongue flicked out, clearing lingering traces from the lips, and a faint smile bloomed on that exquisite face.
"..Awake?"
"..Do you have to greet me like that first thing in the morning?"
Lorne nodded, his gaze toward the hunting goddess in his arms tinged with helplessness.
Artemis blinked her radiant eyes, smiling nonchalantly.
"..Don't you like it this way?"
As she spoke, her beautiful face dipped slightly again, blending innocence with allure, sanctity with wild abandon, exuding the unique charm of the moon goddess.
Seeing such a beauty, as a man, Lorne could not deny his desires.
"It's not like, I don't like it but we're almost there."
"It's okay, it won't take too much time."
With that said, the hunting goddess once again went back for the treat, leaving him gasping as she lowered her head into his lap and took his cock deep inside her mouth.
She bobbed her head, her soft lips and tongue sliding from the tip of his cock to the shaft as she engulfed him with her warm wet mouth.
After the past two days of practice, the originally novice goddess of hunting had become a pro in pleasuring her man.
Whatever he taught, she learned enthusiastically showing her eagerness, something that made him sigh.
She was incredible.
With how hot she looked, kneeling down on her knees, her mouth full of his cock..the sensation of her mouth, her sensual tongue teasing his shaft, was just incredible.
The warmth of her mouth, the smoothness and softness of her lips, the slickness of her mouth, everything made him throb in need.
She took him deeper with every attempt, wrapping her fingers around his base stroked him, her hand following the wet trail of her mouth.
Her hot pink lips caressed his cock, her tongue teasing the throbbing prick coaxing it to produce more cream.
She was tasting him in a deliciously slow, but steady rhythm as if making love to his cock.
Her slow, sexy movements were mesmerizing to watch and he was just relishing the view, with focused eyes.
Enjoying as she pumped him rapidly, her hand gliding on his slick flesh.
She traced the tip of her tongue around the underside of his head, then fluttered it along the length of his shaft.
Her luscious tongue danced up and down his cock, giving him teasing flicks mixed in with longer licks and a couple of gentle sucks that kept him at the very edge.
Lorne gripped her hair, moving a few strands away from her face so that he could enjoy the view but damn the pleasurable sensation was becoming too much to handle.
As if noticing his needs, the girl wrapped her lips along one side of his shaft and moved her head, sliding his length between her soft lips.
This time, she pulled back all the way to the tip, letting the drool from her lips fall onto his head before she opened wide and took him back into her mouth.
She didn't stop and took him deep inside her throat her lips wrapped around his shaft, and she gagged.
Ugh!!
The tightness of her gullet made him gasp as he gripped her hair tighter, keeping her there for a long while.
Too much.
Everything was just too much.
His mind went blank for a moment, only coming back to his senses, when he saw the uncomfortable look on her face.
"Cough..ahemm..cough!!!"
"Sorry..."
He apologized for his mistake, but Artemis didn't mind.
Even as she coughed, her tongue continued to move, caressing his hard flesh with her soft wet caresses.
With each gagging sound, she pushed him a little further into her throat, bobbing her head, taking him deep each time.
Every suck ended with a sloppy wet gurgling sound, which only stirred him more and more.
Damn it..
Under such assaults, he finally couldn't help it anymore.
His swollen glans rubbed against her throat, and then trembled, as his sperm gate loosened, spurting out loads of his thick hot semen.
The first shot went directly down her throat, onto her stomach, quickly followed by the next and the next as she swallowed his cream hungrily, not wanting to waste any drop.
His cock kept twitching, and his semen kept spurting out, so much so that she couldn't swallow it all, and it leaked out of her mouth.
The gulping sounds continued for a while, until he was finally empty.
After swallowing everything he gave, she stretched out her tongue and licked the residue.
Looking at the sexy sight of the beauty sucking his cock, tasting his semen, in front of him, Lorne couldn't help but gulp in emotion and his cock twitched inside her mouth.
However, now was not the time...
"..Let's take a break. We're almost there."
Lorne hurriedly pressed down on Artemis's descending shoulders, reminding her helplessly.
Hearing his dissuasion and seeing the bright daylight outside the window, Artemis reluctantly relented as she cleaned up his cream..and then rose, slipping out from under the blanket.
Looking at the curvaceous hunting goddess beside him, Lorne couldn't help but recall the three days and three nights of debauchery during their return journey...the thrilling experiences brought by constant experimentation and bold breakthroughs.
The desires he had just suppressed surged once more.
But he quickly shook his head, forcibly banishing the improper thoughts.
To be honest, Lorne was starting to regret imparting his eclectic knowledge to this once-pure, chaste goddess.
It wasn't that Artemis was unwilling to try or cooperate.
Quite the opposite, this hunting goddess, with her fierce competitive streak and curiosity, not only absorbed the knowledge rapidly but applied it to her "teacher" with relentless enthusiasm.
After such relentless exertion, even with Lorne's robust divine body and war god divinity, he was beginning to waste away under the vigorous, inexhaustible energy of the huntress goddess.
As expected, he needed to acquire more potent divine powers, or he'd be drained dry sooner or later.
It seemed he'd have to find opportunities to fleece more from his great-grandmother…
As Lorne muttered to himself, his eyes glinted faintly.
If he remembered correctly, in some versions of Greek mythology, the three Graces, originally under Aphrodite's command, were also considered attendants of Dionysus, the wine god, or seen as a product of the combined divinities of the wine god and the love goddess.
In a sense, these three goddesses embodied human desires, representing life itself and the pleasures it brings.
Thus, they stood not only for love and desire but also for games and all irrational behaviors.
For instance, the liberation of personality after heavy drinking, or the breaking of shackles in a drunken stupor…
Add to that the portion of love goddess blood flowing through his veins…
In short, if the opportunity arose, he could try to poach his great-grandmother's assets, bringing the three Graces into his wine god system to seamlessly inherit the family business.
On one hand, this would weaken the love goddess's power; on the other, it would ensure he wasn't helpless against the powers of desire.
Beyond that, other main gods held plenty of powers he needed to build his divine system:
For example, wine fell under the domain of hearth and sustenance, so Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, was the top candidate for fleecing;
Winemaking required raw materials like grapes, so Demeter's plant divinity needed a bit of pilfering;
Drinking brought madness and conflict, granting courage and ferocity, which aligned with Ares's war divinity, his great-grandfather would need some cozying up;
Wine was a mediator of passion, so after taking the three Graces from Aphrodite, there might still be more wool to shear;
Wine was also considered a form of medicine, so could he borrow a bit of Apollo's healing divinity?
His future son, the god of medicine, didn't get along with him, making him a perfect target to recruit as an attendant…
The more Lorne thought, the broader his ideas became, and he suddenly realized that once he ascended to godhood, these relatives were like a treasure trove waiting to be tapped.
Indeed, in the Greek divine era, to rise to power, ambushing old comrades and looting their gold was the surest path.
Yes, an excellent family tradition, one he had to try!
Lorne nodded excitedly to himself while reining in the burning ambition to plunder every last coin from his relatives.
Though the idea was good, he had to take it one bite, one step at a time.
For now, the most pressing matter was to diligently complete the long journey to godhood on Crete.
After briefly organizing his plans, Lorne rose from the cabin, leisurely stepping onto the deck.
At that moment, Artemis, who had come out earlier, was holding a waterskin filled with fruit wine, rinsing her mouth by the ship's railing.
Lorne noticed her furrowed brows, and his gaze shifted slightly.
Many of the methods he'd taught were likely a delightful experience for men.
But for the other party, they probably weren't exactly pleasant.
Of course, there were some women with special fetishes, who didn't mind any of those..but a goddess, and more so an Olympian with high ego, shouldn't have been one of them.
Yet Artemis had done them all, and performed them exceptionally well, solely to please the man who had helped her out of her predicament.
Unlike Athena's dignity and elegance or Hestia's simplicity and purity, Artemis's emotions were fiery and wild.
Though she had sworn chastity to Zeus, it wasn't that she didn't yearn for love, it was merely a form of self-protection.
Once someone broke through that barrier and entered her heart, the hunting goddess's years of pent-up, fiery passion would pour out unrestrained.
On this journey, Lorne had experienced that blazing passion more than once.
But the question was, what to do next?
A goddess's love was a heavy burden…
Although he was happy to carry such a burden, after all, she was Artemis...Unlike the other goddesses of Greece, who were known for their countless lovers, Artemis was a true goddess in every sense.
Who wouldn't love someone like her? Beautiful, unyielding, and with eyes that saw no one else but you.
It's just that her love was a bit too deep.
In a daze, Lorne could almost see the terrifying scene of the hunting goddess sharpening a machete under the moonlight, waiting to ambush him at his doorstep.
"..How about becoming my attendant god?"
Unbeknownst to him, the boat had already reached the shore.
The sudden question by his ear startled Lorne, whose thoughts had been wandering.
Seeing his intense reaction, Artemis, standing on the shore, went from expectant to disappointed, her expression tinged with displeasure.
"..Is that not okay?"
Noticing the growing gloom on the hunting goddess's face, Lorne hurriedly explained.
"..It's just that I can't leave Crete for now.."
"..Because of Athena?"
"..?"