Watching Aphrodite board her swan chariot and head excitedly toward Sicily, Lorne touched the divine shield in his hand and silently sent his blessings to that good son.
Hephaestus, you must seize this opportunity well and not waste my painstaking efforts.
As the love goddess's chariot disappeared into the horizon,
Lorne withdrew his gaze and could not help yawning.
Ever since the divine war ended, he had been working nonstop.
Not only did he have to handle a mountain of heavy work, but he also had to deal with several narrow-minded goddesses.
In a sense, it was an extreme drain and torment on both body and mind.
If he had not already ascended to main god status, with a body that was nearly immortal and a soul that was nearly indestructible, he probably would not have been able to withstand the constant pressure of life and the torment from that group of lionesses.
'Let me rest for a bit...'
Having finally finished dealing with the wedding matters, Lorne looked at the now empty venue and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Then he stretched his slightly sore arms and strolled along the quiet mountain path.
The setting sun cast its glow.
The evening breeze passed through the lush branches and leaves, blowing against his face with a refreshing coolness.
The fallen leaves and petals scattered on the steps felt soft and comfortable underfoot.
The scenery before him was so beautiful that it refreshed the mind, making him want to lay down.
However, none of that seemed to compare to a certain graceful figure standing at the end of the mountain path...
"Didn't you leave?"
Lorne asked with a dry smile.
"I left, and then I came back."
Hera stepped down the stairs and spoke calmly. "Well...No choice. Who told me to leave something behind here?"
"What is it? I will immediately send someone to help you find it!"
Hera came up to Lorne, reached out to press down on this new groom who wanted to "call for help," and spoke with a half-smile.
"As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from the eight-hundred-year-olds down to the beasts can laugh at you, including males, females, and even sheep.
Since you can no longer preserve your face, you only have some inner parts left. Tell me, what did I lose?"
What else could she lose? Face...
Hearing the implication, Lorne could not help breaking out in a cold sweat.
Unlike Athena, the remaining two were not goddesses who liked to reason.
He had just used Apollo's favor and the historical issues left from the divine war to coax away the love-brained Aphrodite.
As a result, he immediately ran into Hera, who had been squatting on the mountain path waiting for him.
Judging from this situation, without a proper reason and actual spiritual compensation, this matter would not end peacefully.
Sure enough, the more satisfying it was to roast them earlier, the more miserable the cleanup was now.
Lorne took a deep breath and immediately shifted the blame to Zeus with righteous words.
"Since it was that god-king's actions that first caused you to lose face, then you do not need to show him any mercy in the future!"
"No need to wait for the future. We can start now."
Hera spoke leisurely as a familiar heat surged in her bright eyes.
Again?
"Thetis is waiting for me in the wedding chamber tonight. Isn't this inappropriate..."
Lorne pointed toward the mountaintop and tried to persuade his half mother-in-law to restrain herself a little.
However, Hera seemed even more excited upon hearing this.
"Wouldn't that be even better?"
Some things, the more one cared about them before, the more one despised them now.
For example, the morality and marriage that this heavenly queen had once twisted herself to desperately maintain.
Lorne sensed the wrong atmosphere and quietly retreated, while trying to persuade her bitterly.
"This marriage was hosted by you."
"Mm, keep talking."
Hera nodded.
Bursts of blush appeared on her face, and her smile grew even brighter.
'No way. You are already so horny before it even started?'
Lorne saw her flushed face and felt somewhat helpless and amused.
He could only stop in his tracks.
"What? Not running anymore?"
Hera asked playfully, looking as if she still had not had enough.
Then, those burning eyes admired the prey that had stopped resisting.
Her curling pink tongue moistened her cherry lips with a glossy sheen.
Overall, she looked exactly like a starving mother lion.
However, when it was time to enjoy the prey, the mother lion's descending claws were instead grabbed in return.
'You want to continue?'
Hera's eyes lit up with eagerness.
But before she could speak, the scene before her spun and her voluptuous body was heavily pressed down onto the ground.
"Smack!"
A crisp sound echoed through the woods.
The burning pain on her buttocks, the slight sting on her skin, and the restrained limbs transmitted a familiar sense of sadistic pleasure.
Only this time, the target was herself.
Looking at the somewhat dazed queen of heaven, Lorne, who was now on top, declared teasingly.
"This time, I will be on top!"
Then, without waiting for Hera to react, the clear sound of tearing fabric spread around them.
The forest breeze mixed with a domineering and ruthless masculine aura launched wave after wave of impacts on the collapsed female beast.
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Several hours later, a suppressed low roar in the woods announced a temporary pause in the battle.
However, Hera soon staggered out of the woods, supporting herself on a tree trunk.
The once elegant and composed queen now had a pale face, disheveled hair, and legs that would not stop trembling.
Beneath the few tattered rags and leaves covering her, she was covered in traces of the male lion's ravishment.
"Why don't you stay tonight?"
A suggestion that still wanted more came from behind.
Hera's expression changed and her face paled with fright.
She hurriedly protected her faintly aching lower abdomen and a certain spot on her buttocks, quickened her steps out of the dense forest, then turned into a stream of light and rapidly fled the scene.
Tsk, she runs really fast.
Lorne, who walked out of the dense forest, shook his head as a trace of teasing flashed in his eyes.
Compared to the future, the experience in this era in certain aspects was simply too primitive.
Even the dignified queen of heaven, under someone's development and techniques, quickly fell.
In the end she could only flee in humiliation.
She was still too inexperienced.
Lorne sighed teasingly, unsure whether he was evaluating her experience or her body.
After successfully putting down Hera, who had come to question him, with overwhelming advantage,
Lorne professionally erased the remaining battle traces nearby, washed himself again in the stream, and only after removing all unfavorable evidence did he walk up the mountain under the bright moonlight and knock on the door of the wedding chamber.
"You're back?"
The door creaked open.
Thetis, dressed in full wedding attire, stepped out.
"Mm."
Lorne glanced at the moon in the night sky that had almost climbed to the middle of the sky, nodded with a dry smile, and could not help feeling a little guilty in his heart.
Fortunately, Thetis said nothing and asked nothing.
She simply kept smiling as she led her newlywed husband into the room.
Inside, soft light floated.
The room was silent.
The two people sitting by the bed seemed able to hear each other's breathing.
Looking at the soft, beautiful and elegant face before him, Lorne thought of his absurd behavior these past few days and felt somewhat ashamed toward this newlywed wife.
To be honest, although he was somewhat forced by them, he couldn't deny that he ended up getting indulged in depravity.
So, now, looking at his wife didn't know what to say.
He pondered for a moment and spoke softly.
"Actually, my original intention was to help break the oath on you.
If you have a more suitable choice,
I will respect your wishes."
"Other than War God Mountain, where else can I go?"
Thetis shook her head helplessly, then looked at her newlywed husband with a half-smile.
"What? Regretting it so soon?"
"A little..."
Lorne could not help answering with a bitter smile, seeming somewhat regretful.
Before marriage, fooling around everywhere like he had done in the past could still be said to be mutual attraction with the goddesses around him.
In that situation, each could take what they needed without much responsibility.
But continuing to act as he pleased after marriage was too disrespectful to his wife.
To be honest, he was not a good match, but the connections outside were destined to be impossible to sever.
Afterall, the people he messed with were such heavyweights with too much affection.
The only thing he could do right now was to respect Thetis's wishes to the greatest extent and give his legitimate wife more choice.
Although he knew this choice was a formality considering the affection between them, it's still a choice..no.
Atleast, in a sense, his moral level was still somewhat higher than that of his scumbag father and most of the gods in Greece.
Thetis looked at her conflicted husband and laughed softly, a trace of teasing flashing in her beautiful eyes.
She raised her hand and gently pushed the groom beside the bed down, then whispered in his ear.
"If you regret it, then do everything you did with them with me as well..."
The white gauze skirt fell to the ground with a rustle. The luminescent stones maintaining the light extinguished. In the darkness, a solemn addition sounded.
"And I will be on top!"
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