The tent is a cocoon of warmth, the crackling fire outside casting dancing shadows on the vine walls. Sylva's pressed against me, her soft lips on mine, her naked body molded to my own. I feel her round breasts crushed against my chest, and damn, my dick's already standing at attention. My hand slides down her back, reaching her perfect ass, firm and plump. I knead it, my fingers digging into her flesh, and she moans into my mouth.
"You like that?" I murmur against her lips, my voice rough. She doesn't answer, but her green eyes burn with raw desire. I slide my hand lower, finding her pussy, already soaked. I slip a finger inside, and she gasps, her hips bucking against me. "Fuck, Sylva, you're so hot," I growl, kissing her harder, my tongue dancing with hers as I finger her, slow at first, then faster, feeling her walls tighten around my finger.
Her moans grow louder, echoing in the tent like a goddamn symphony. I lower my mouth, capturing one of her hard nipples between my lips. I suck, nibble gently, and she arches her back, her hands gripping my hair. "Eros…" she pants, her body trembling under my fingers and tongue. I finger her harder, adding a second digit, and her moans turn to cries. Her body hits its peak, arching violently, and she comes, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, a wet flood soaking my hand. She collapses onto the mossy bed, trembling, her breathing ragged.
I sit up, watching her catch her breath, her breasts heaving with each inhale, her cheeks flushed and eyes half-closed. My dick's hard as a rock, and I drop my toga, letting it fall. When she sees my cock, her eyes widen, a mix of shock and desire. "My god…" she whispers, and without me saying a word, she moves closer, kneeling before me. Her hand brushes my dick, then she takes it in her mouth, her hot tongue gliding over me. I groan, a guttural sound, my hands diving into her green hair.
"Yeah, like that," I say, my hips moving slightly as she sucks, her wet, eager mouth working me. She speeds up, her lips tight around my cock, and I feel the pressure build. After a few minutes, I can't hold back. "Fuck, Sylva…" I growl, and I come, a hot flood filling her mouth. She swallows, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, a trickle of saliva dripping down her chin.
But I'm far from done. I pull her up, pinning her to the mossy bed in missionary. Her legs spread, offering her glistening pussy. I line up and thrust in, deep and hard. She screams, a cry of pure pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulders. I start pounding her, my hips slamming against hers, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I grunt, she moans, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper.
Then I switch positions, putting her on all fours. Her perfect ass is on display, and I smack it, leaving a red mark. She moans, her pussy dripping. I enter her again, doggy-style this time, my hands gripping her hips as I fuck her relentlessly. "Fuck, Eros!" she cries, her body shaking under my thrusts. I feel her pussy tighten, and she comes again, her legs buckling. I keep going, unyielding, and I come too, filling her pussy with a hot surge.
We switch again—I take her on her side, then against the tent wall, her breasts pressed against me as I pound her. Each position is an explosion of pleasure, her cries and my grunts filling the air. Finally, we collapse, drenched in sweat, her naked body against mine, her breathing ragged. The interface flickers:
[Side Quest Completed: Deepen the Bond with Sylva]
Reward: +100 charisma points, strengthened loyalty from Sylva.
Note: Your harem is growing. Keep dominating.
I chuckle, stroking Sylva's hair. "You're a good one," I murmur. She gives me a weak punch to the shoulder, a shy smile on her lips. "Shut up, Eros," she mumbles, but she snuggles closer.
I sit up, glancing at the fire still crackling outside. The night's calm, but I know it's temporary. Ares is out there, pulling strings, and Pan will be back with reinforcements. The system gave me an idea: become a scourge, a vengeful phantom to make Olympus tremble. But to do that, I need to train, boost my powers, and build a harem strong enough to defy the gods.
I think back to the daily quest: push-ups, pull-ups, and training my divine skills. "Gotta get my ass moving," I mutter. Sylva lifts her head, her eyes gleaming. "You're really going to take on Olympus?" she asks, a mix of fear and admiration in her voice.
"Yeah," I reply, smirking. "Zeus, Ares, all those assholes… they'll regret banishing me." I feel a new energy in me, not just the Seductive Aura, but a fire, a goddamn rage to prove I'm more than a loser.
Sylva sits up, her hand tracing my chest. "Then start with me," she says, a mischievous glint in her eyes. I chuckle, pulling her in for another kiss. "You're insatiable." But before we can go again, a dryad bursts in, breathless. "Eros, the Mother of Spirits needs you. Now."
I sigh, retying my toga. "Alright, looks like work's calling." Sylva gives me a look, half-amused, half-frustrated. "Come back soon," she whispers, and I feel my dick twitch again.
As I step out, I cross the village. The dryads are still staring, their gazes loaded with desire. Some whisper, others brush closer, their barely covered bodies grazing mine. I'm Eros, damn it, and this village is already half mine. But the Mother of Spirits is waiting, and I sense this won't be a simple chat.
As I walk, I glance at the interface that keeps flashing my quests. I pause for a moment, looking up at the sky, a smile creeping onto my face. "You must be having a blast up there, you Olympian bastards," I say, my grin widening. "Just wait. I'll come end your days myself." The interface flashes with my next quest:
[New Main Quest: Infiltrate Ares' Camp and Weaken His Influence]
Objective: Locate Ares' camp and sabotage his plans.
Reward: +200 charisma points, new divine skill.
Penalty: Capture or death.
"Fuck, Ares, you're in deep shit," I murmur.