The scent in the air of the royal chambers was not merely a fragrance; it was the very essence of Aphrodite distilled, a sweet nectar that weighed heavily on the lungs and made the blood pulse in the temples. The castle's crystal walls shimmered with a soft purple hue, reacting to the static electricity emanating from Eron as he waited, reclining amongst black silk sheets that seemed to absorb the light.
When the door of solid oak and gold swung open, the sound of footsteps was not solitary. There was a rhythmic cadence, a duet of metallic heels against the marble floor.
'Diana…' Eron murmured. 'Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine your surprise would reach this point.'
Diana advanced with the grace of a panther, her new armour of the Goddess of Lust moulding every curve in an almost sinful way. But it was the figure just behind her that made Eron's magnetism waver. Hippolyta walked with the bearing of a queen who no longer ruled an island, but rather the desire of a god."The concept of the forbidden is a shackle for the weak, my King," said Diana, approaching the bed with a predatory smile. "Once Aphrodite's blood flowed into me, the laws of men and the ancient gods turned to dust." In our new Olympus, the only sin is the denial of pleasure. I saw how your eyes roamed over my mother's body during the battles… and I am not one to keep treasures to myself.
Eron raised an eyebrow, the metallic-blue gleam in his eyes intensifying. He shifted his gaze to the Queen of the Amazons.
'And you, Hippolyta? Do you not mind sharing your bed with the conqueror of your pantheon… and with your own bloodline?'
Hippolyta did not answer with words. She took a step forward, her eyes fixed on Eron's, but her hands found the nape of Diana's neck. With a lust that defied millennia of warrior discipline, the Queen of the Amazons pulled her daughter into a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining beneath the light of the lightning that split the sky outside.
The visual impact of that scene was the final trigger. Eron felt the Sin of Lust explode through his veins like liquid fire. He made no attempt to resist.For the first time, the Absolute King did not want control; he wanted surrender.
Eron sat on the edge of the bed, his chest and abdominal muscles taut, whilst the two women broke away from their kiss just long enough to look at him hungrily.— Come to me,» commanded Eron, reaching out his powerful hands towards them both. "Let's show fate that, under this roof, we are the only law that matters."
Diana knelt on one side, Hippolyta on the other. Then, with eyes full of adoration, they took Eron's penis and, one on each side, began to suck. Eron closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the sensation of mother and daughter. As they sucked, he listened to the wet sounds and could also feel the two of them kissing. Unable to take it any longer, he said: — You two, onto the bed now. The air vibrated with authority. The two of them threw themselves onto the bed with the grace of a panther. — Come, nephew, today you'll get your aunt pregnant.
The Castle of Lust finally lived up to its name, muffling the moans that were no longer whispers, but the roar of a new empire being born between the sheets and divinity.