Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 544: Adulterous Life Of Sharky 7

With the Divine Stone strengthened again, Sharky returned to Olympus. He knew he had much to do, many goddesses to seduce and claim as his own. But there was one in particular he had his eye on, Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.

And especially so, because till now, Aphrodite has not started her lavish lifestyle, enjoying the flesh pleasure of every other god.

She was still a virgin till now. He wants to claim the virginity of the goddess of love and beauty.

Sharky found her in her temple, surrounded by the sweet scent of roses and the soft glow of candlelight. Aphrodite was seated on a chaise lounge, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. She looked up as Sharky entered, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of him.

"Sharky Valor," she greeted him softly, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "What brings you to my temple?"

Sharky smiled charmingly as he approached her, his eyes drinking in her beauty. "Aphrodite," he murmured, while appearing beside her. "I’ve come to love the goddess of love."

Aphrodite’s cheeks flushed slightly at Sharky’s bold declaration, a rare occurrence for the usually composed deity. She gazed up at him through her long lashes, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

"And what makes you think you’re worthy of my love?" she asked, her voice like honey. "I am Aphrodite, goddess of beauty and desire. Many have sought to win my affection, but no one has succeeded."

Sharky’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "Then I will succeed."

Sharky’s confidence seemed to unnerve Aphrodite slightly. She stood up, her movements graceful and deliberate as she circled him slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey.

"You are bold," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his face. "I will give you that. But love is not something that can be won through mere confidence and charm."

Sharky met her gaze steadily, he held her chin and brought her lips near him, before she said anything.

His lips crashed against Aphrodite’s, silencing her words and stealing her breath. He kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into the sweet recesses of her mouth. Aphrodite stiffened at first, surprised by his boldness, but soon found herself melting into the kiss.

Her hands came up to rest on his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his tunic. Sharky’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of her gown, igniting a fire within her.

When Sharky finally pulled back, Aphrodite was breathless and flushed. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her eyes shone with a newfound desire.

"What...what was that for?" she gasped, trying to regain her composure.

Sharky’s lips curled into a smug smile as he gazed down at Aphrodite, relishing the effect he had on her. He knew he had her hooked.

"That," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "was a preview of the pleasures I can offer you. The ecstasy only I can provide."

"And what makes you think I need your pleasure?" She countered, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Aphrodite’s words were bold, but Sharky could see the truth in her eyes, she was intrigued, captivated by him. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"You may not need it," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "But you want it. You crave it."

And before she said anything he put his hand on her tie of gown.

Aphrodite gasped as Sharky’s hand came to rest on the tie of her gown. She could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric, burning her skin like a brand. Her heart raced in her chest, a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through her veins.

"What are you doing?" she breathed, her voice barely audible. She knew she should push him away, maintain the dignity and composure befitting a goddess. But something about Sharky’s touch held her captive, rendering her immobile.

Sharky’s fingers traced the delicate lace of Aphrodite’s tie, his touch feather-light yet deliberate. He could feel the tension radiating from her body, the way she trembled beneath his fingertips.

"I’m showing you," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, "what it means to be truly desired."

With a swift tug, Sharky untied Aphrodite’s gown. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her feet in a puddle of silk and lace. Aphrodite stood before him in all her glory, her creamy skin bathed in the soft glow of candlelight.

Sharky’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of Aphrodite’s naked form. She was perfection incarnate, her curves soft and inviting, her skin like porcelain. Her breasts were full and round, topped with rosy nipples that hardened under his gaze.

Aphrodite’s cheeks flushed a deep pink as Sharky drank her in, his eyes roaming over every inch of her exposed flesh. She had never felt so vulnerable, so utterly laid bare before another. But there was a part of her that reveled in it, that craved his approval and desire.

"What do you think?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Do I please you?"

Sharky’s lips curled into a slow, sensual smile. "You are exquisite," he murmured, his voice like velvet. "A true work of art."

He stepped closer to Aphrodite, his hands reaching out to caress her bare shoulders.

His touch was gentle, almost reverent as he traced the contours of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. Aphrodite’s skin tingled beneath his fingertips, a warmth spreading through her body like wildfire.

Sharky’s hands continued their exploration, gliding over the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. He paused at the junction of her thighs, his thumbs brushing against the soft curls that guarded her most intimate place.

Aphrodite’s breath hitched in her throat, a shudder running through her at his touch. She had never been touched so intimately before, never allowed another to explore the secrets of her body.

But with Sharky, it felt right. Natural. As if she were meant to be claimed by him and him alone.

"What...what are you doing?" Aphrodite gasped, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She knew she should stop him, push him away and reclaim her dignity. But her body betrayed her, arching into his touch as if starved for it.

Sharky’s fingers dipped lower, parting the soft folds of her femininity. He found her center, already slick with desire, and began to stroke her gently. Aphrodite’s knees buckled at the sensation, a moan escaping her lips.

Without hesitation, Sharky took out his dragon, its thick length throbbing with need. He guided it towards Aphrodite’s entrance, the tip pressing against her slick folds.

Aphrodite gasped, her eyes flying wide open as she felt the hot, hard flesh of his dragon against her most intimate place. She had never been penetrated before, never known the feel of a man inside her.

But as Sharky began to push forward, slowly filling her inch by inch, Aphrodite found herself opening to him. Her body welcomed his invasion, stretching to accommodate his size.

Sharky groaned as he felt Aphrodite’s tight heat enveloping him. She was so snug, so perfect - like she was made for him and him alone.

Aphrodite screamed in pleasure as Sharky filled her completely, his dragon stretching her virgin walls to their limit. The pain was intense, a burning stretch that bordered on agony - but it was quickly overwhelmed by a surge of ecstasy unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Her nails dug into Sharky’s back, scoring his skin as she clung to him desperately. Tears streamed down her face, tears of pain and overwhelming sensation.

"Sharky!" she cried out, her voice breaking on his name. "It hurts...it hurts so good..."

Sharky kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries as he began to move within her. He started slowly, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of being filled so completely. But as Aphrodite’s body began to relax and accept him, he picked up the pace.

His hips snapped forward, driving his dragon deeper with each thrust. Aphrodite’s world narrowed down to the point where their bodies joined, the delicious friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through her system.

She had never known anything like this - the primal urge to be taken, claimed, possessed by another.

Her hips rose to meet his, matching his rhythm as they moved together in a dance as old as time. The temple echoed with the sounds of their lovemaking - the slap of flesh against flesh, the creak of the chaise lounge beneath them, Aphrodite’s cries of ecstasy.

Sharky could feel his own release building, a coil of tension at the base of his spine. But he held back, determined to bring Aphrodite to the pinnacle of pleasure before seeking his own.

He reached between their bodies, his fingers finding the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive Aphrodite wild.

"Aphrodite," he groaned against her neck, "come for me. Let me feel you come apart in my arms." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

His words were her undoing. With a final scream of his name, Aphrodite shattered beneath him.

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Sharky spent days, then weeks, weaving through the golden halls of ancient Olympus. He visited every goddess who would one day shape his present, leaving each one breathless and longing for his return.

Demeter bloomed brighter each time he appeared, her gardens bursting with life and vitality in his presence.

Persephone’s heart opened to him before her destiny ever began, a secret smile playing on her lips whenever she caught sight of him.

Artemis, the untouched huntress, chose him as her companion and spent most of her time by his side, their bond deepening with each passing day.

Athena admired his wisdom and strength, often seeking his counsel on matters of strategy and governance.

Hestia trusted him more than any god, finding solace in his steady presence and unwavering support.

Aphrodite reveled in being loved by him, her beauty enhanced by the glow of their passion.

Enyo appreciated the pleasure that came from Sharky’s touch, a newfound appreciation for the flesh awakened within her.

And time to time, Sharky also went to

Echidna, and strengthened the Divine Stone. Soon, with a few trips, it will be strengthened as required.

But above all, most of his time... he spent with Hera.

The Queen of Olympus. The woman whose heart had been wounded for centuries. And for the first time in countless ages, she felt loved.

Hera’s icy exterior slowly thawed in Sharky’s presence, her guard lowering as she came to trust him implicitly. He listened to her stories and concerns, offering sage advice and unwavering support. Sharky’s gentle touch and tender words soothed her aching heart, healing wounds that had festered for eons.

In his arms, Hera found a sanctuary, a place where she could let down her regal facade and simply be a woman. She laughed more freely, smiled more often, and even blushed like a maiden when Sharky gazed at her with adoration.

Their bond deepened with each stolen moment, each whispered secret, each passionate encounter. Hera knew that loving Sharky was forbidden, that their union would spark the wrath of Zeus. But she couldn’t deny the depth of her feelings any longer.

She loved him. Completely and utterly. And she was willing to risk everything to be with him.