Deter’s voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes shining with shared pain. She stepped close, this ti without hesitation. Her hand brushed his cheek, gently and tenderly.
"You carry the sa ache in your heart that I have carried for centuries."
Sharky placed his hand over hers, "Yes, I also ca here to search for my daughter. Because I refuse to give up on my daughter."
Deter felt her chest tighten with empathy. She whispered, "Sharky... you are not alone."
A silence fell filled with heavy emotion.
Two beings suffering the sa grief. Two parents caught in the sa loss.
Deter stepped forward instinctively, and Sharky’s arms wrapped around her waist. She leaned into him, not as a goddess, not as a Titaness, but as a mother in pain.
Their foreheads touched.
Her breath trembled.
Deter whispered, "When I lost Persephone... no one held . No one comforted ."
Sharky’s voice was deep and steady. "Then let do for you... what no one did." It was not only because he wanted to share her pain. But Sharky has a lustful nature.
And the first ti he saw Deter, he started thinking, how will she look in his arms? Like a normal person he also wants to conquer girls.
But instead of conquering simple girls, he now wants to conquer powerful girls. And after arriving Olympus.
Seeing the beloved Goddess of human beings. How can he not conquer them?
He was already excited by the feeling of taming the Goddess which was adored by the masses. If just his daughter was not missing, and his full focus was on enjoying here.
He already has hundreds of scenario, how to ta them. But due to his focus on his daughter, he just wants to get information from them. But still, if the Goddess themselves wants to throw it in his arms.
Then why should he not ta them?
Deter didn’t know what Sharky was thinking, she looked into his eyes, warm, powerful, reassuring. Her hands slid to his chest.
His fingers lifted her chin. Slowly... gently... He kissed her.
Deter’s breath caught, soft at first, then deepening.
Deter lted into the kiss, her body molding against Sharky’s as if she belonged there. His lips were warm and firm, his touch gentle yet possessive. She felt a spark ignite within her, a sensation she hadn’t experienced in centuries.
When they finally broke apart, Deter was breathless. She stared up at Sharky, her eyes wide and searching.
"That was..." she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I haven’t been kissed like that in... I can’t even rember."
Sharky smiled softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "I’m glad I could comfort you," he murmured. "You deserve to be held, to be cherished."
Deter’s heart swelled with emotion. She felt seen, truly seen, by this powerful man who understood her pain so deeply.
She stepped back slightly, her hands still resting on his chest. "Sharky," she said quietly. "Would you... would you hold ? Just for a mont?"
Without hesitation, Sharky wrapped his arms around her once more.
Deter’s breath hitched as Sharky pulled her close, his strong arms enveloping her in a warm embrace. She lted into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. It felt right, being held by him, like two broken pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place.
She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his masculine scent. It was comforting, familiar in a way she couldn’t explain. Her hands clung to his shirt, knuckles turning white with the force of her grip.
Sharky’s fingers stroked gently up and down her back, soothing her frayed nerves. His touch was tender, reverent almost, as if she were sothing precious and fragile.
Deter felt herself relax in his embrace, the tension draining from her muscles as Sharky’s gentle touch and steady heartbeat lulled her into a sense of calm. She hadn’t realized how much she needed this - to be held, to be comforted, to be reminded that she wasn’t alone in her pain.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Deter felt sothing shift within her. It was subtle at first, but it grew stronger with each passing mont. A warmth spread through her chest, chasing away the cold emptiness that had resided there for so long.
She looked up at Sharky, her eyes shining with unshed tears and a glimr of hope. "Sharky, kiss ."
She whispered urgently, pressing herself closer to him. "Kiss and make believe it."
Sharky needed no further invitation. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his emotions into it. Deter responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed herself flush against him.
The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and intense. Deter’s fingers tangled in Sharky’s hair, holding him close as their tongues danced and explored. Sharky’s hands road over her back, tracing the curve of her spine before settling on her hips.
Deter gasped as he lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his hardness pressing against her through their clothing, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core.
"I need you," she panted against his lips, grinding herself against him wantonly. "I need to feel alive again."
Sharky growled low in his throat, carrying her towards the bed. "I’m going to make you scream my na," he promised darkly. "I’m going to erase every mory of pain and replace it with pleasure."
Deter shivered with anticipation as he laid her down on the silken sheets. She watched hungrily as he began to undress, revealing inch by inch of his muscular skin.
Deter’s eyes darkened with desire as Sharky stripped off his clothes, his body a work of art, all lean muscle and sharp angles. She licked her lips, her gaze lingering on his impressive erection.
Sharky crawled onto the bed, prowling towards her like a predator stalking its prey. Deter’s heart raced, her body aching for his touch.
"Take off your dress," he commanded roughly, kneeling beside her. "I want to see all of you."
Deter didn’t hesitate. She sat up and pulled the garnt over her head in one swift motion, revealing her naked body to his hungry gaze.
Sharky’s breath caught at the sight of her beautiful skin and soft curves, breasts that were full and inviting. He reached out to touch them reverently, thumbs brushing over hardened nipples.
"You’re beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Absolutely exquisite."
He leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as his hand drifted lower, teasing through the curls at the apex of her thighs.
Deter arched into his touch, a moan escaping her lips.
Her’s eyes fluttered shut as Sharky’s fingers found her slick folds, stroking gently through the wetness. She parted her thighs eagerly, silently begging for more.
Sharky chuckled against her breast, the vibration sending shivers through her body. "So responsive," he murmured approvingly. "I can’t wait to make you co apart in my arms."
He slipped a finger inside her, pumping slowly as his thumb circled her clit. Deter gasped, her hips lifting off the bed to et his touch.
"That’s it," Sharky encouraged, increasing his pace. "Take what you need, my goddess."
Deter writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps as pleasure built inside her. Sharky watched her face intently, his own features tight with arousal.
"You’re so tight," he gritted out, scissoring his fingers inside her. "I can’t wait to sink my Dragon into this sweet Garden."
The crude words sent a thrill through Deter. She wrapped a hand around his erection, stroking him from base to tip.
"Then take ," she challenged boldly.
Her hand tightened around Sharky’s dragon, stroking him steadily. Sharky hissed in pleasure, his hips thrusting forward into her touch.
"Yes," he growled, his eyes darkening with desire. "Take my dragon, Deter. Take all of it."
He positioned himself at her garden entrance, the head of his dragon nudging against her slick petals. Deter looked up at him, her eyes wide and trusting.
"Do it," she whispered urgently. "Harvest like you an it."
Sharky needed no further invitation. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he sank his dragon into the depths of her garden, stretching her deliciously around his thick length.
Deter cried out at the sudden invasion, her nails digging into Sharky’s shoulders. He paused for a mont, allowing her to adjust to his size.
Then he began to move, pulling out slowly before plunging back in. Deter’s back arched off the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist as she matched his rhythm.
"Yes!" she scread, her head thrashing against the pillows. "Sheathe your dragon deeper! Fill my garden with your essence!"
Sharky obliged, his hips moving at a punishing pace. The sound of flesh eting flesh filled the room, accompanied by Deter’s cries of ecstasy.
"Your garden is gripping so tightly," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "Like it never wants to release my dragon."
"Never," Deter panted, locking her ankles behind his back. "I want to be filled by you forever."
Sharky growled low in his throat, increasing his pace until the bed shook beneath them. Deter clung to him desperately, her nails raking down his back as she approached her peak.
Deter felt the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within her, her garden fluttering wildly around Sharky’s plunging dragon. She was close, so close to shattering completely.
"Sharky!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "I’m... I’m going to..."
"Co for ," Sharky commanded, his voice thick with desire. "Co on my dragon and let fill your garden with my seed."
His words pushed Deter over the edge. With a scream of his na, she convulsed around him. Her body stiffened, her inner muscles clamping down around Sharky’s dragon like a vice.
She threw her head back, a scream tearing from her throat as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Her garden clamping down on his shaft as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Sharky’s own release was imminent. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and let go. His dragon pulsed as he emptied himself into her welcoming depths, marking her as his own.
They clung to each other tightly as the aftershocks of their lovemaking washed over them, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling with satisfaction.
Finally, Sharky collapsed beside Deter on the bed, pulling her into his arms. She snuggled against his chest contentedly, tracing idle patterns on his skin with her fingertips.
"That was..." she started, struggling to find the words. "Divine."
Sharky kissed the top of her head gently. "Mmm," he murmured in agreent. "You are mine from now on, right?"
Deter smiled sleepily against his chest. "Yes, I am yours." For the first ti in centuries, Deter felt truly at peace. She also accepted that, the arms of Sharky was best place of her.
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But Deter didn’t know, this was just the beginning. Just after a few minutes, she found Sharky eyes filled with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. She barely had ti to stretch before he was on her, kissing her deeply as his hands road her body possessively.
"I’m not done with you yet," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and gravelly. "I’m going to love you until there’s no doubt in your mind that you’re mine."
And he did. From morning till night, Sharky harvested Deter’s body with a fervor that bordered on obsession. He kissed every inch of her skin, caressed every curve and hollow until she was trembling with need.
He took her slowly, deeply, their bodies moving in perfect sync as if they were made for each other. And when he finally spilled himself inside her, it was with a roar of possession that echoed through the chamber.
But even then, he wasn’t satisfied. As the sun began to set, casting the room in a warm glow, Sharky started all over again.
His dragon entered her garden so much ti, and not only her garden, but even her nether region.
Deter gasped as Sharky’s dragon plunged into her nether region, stretching her tight hole with his impressive length.
Deter, the Goddess of Harvest, is harvested by Sharky so much that she falls into a deep sleep.
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