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Earth, White House,

"Mr. President, this course is ill-advised. Yielding such a great share of the nation's commerce to a single interest will not stand. The Southern States have long voiced discontent, and now their patience wears thin."

The President scoffed from his seat. "I've done my part, and soon enough, I'll be out of office. Let the next fellow fix the storm. I've no wish to be flattened by the First Man, nor did I have a hand in sending those ships to bomb Dinosia. That folly lies elsewhere."

"But…"

"No buts about it. He's a god, not just in one book, but in dozens. Folks call him an angel, an oracle, a fire in the sky. Half the globe's got temples and statues carved in his likeness. Even the Romans, with all their wars and wisdom, prayed to him. We're ants under his heel. Let's be honest: this ain't our burden alone. Monroe's likely to win the next round, and then it'll be his cross to carry. We sent delegates to Dinosia, honest men, and they weren't even let through the gate. Nothing we can do now. Just pay him."

"The Southern states will revolt."

"I'll hold them back. You go and send the money," the President declared. He really liked keeping his head on his shoulders.

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Asgard,

10 whole chickens, 7 entire barrels of Asgardian ale, 2 whole hogs, and a lot of bread. Marshall ate like a madman and out-ate every single Asgardian at the feast. He even defeated Zeus, who was competing with him. And still, he only felt light-headed, not even drunk.

Eventually, after feeling full, he returned to his private chamber. He tried to look for the seductress Amora. She tried to enslave his mind last time. And really, he was looking for some action with her. But Odin said that he had exiled her for a hundred years.

Disappointed, he tried to find Hela. But Frigga was still there. So, he ended up entering his room alone. There was no shame in seeking women, actually. Asgard wasn't strict about sexual relations.

"This is boring. As always, Dinosia's best." Marshall groaned as he walked over to his big bed. "Hmm… Zeus had pretty sweet girls."

"I agree."

"The fuck!?"

All of a sudden, the quilt moved from his bed. A woman came out of whatever invisibility she was using. Her face was perfection, her blonde hair like silk. Aphrodite was right there, dressed in her white gown, lying sideways on the bed.

Marshall eyed the woman; her breasts were almost ready to fall from the loose neck of the gown. "What do you want?"

"Do you not feel anything?" She asked back.

"Hmm…" Marshall rubbed his chin. "I think I do. Holy shit, how much fucking perfume did you put on? It's thick! I can feel my nose burning."

"That's it? That's all it does?!" Aphrodite sat up on the bed, her beautiful hair cascading effortlessly, every strand falling perfectly into place. "Do you truly feel nothing? No warmth, no craving, no pull toward me?"

"Oh, hell yes. Wouldn't mind turning your spine into a pretzel. But let's be real, I feel that about nearly every chick. Unless she's ninety-five percent orangutan. Even alien chicks will do. Green, blue, heck even a robot as long as it's got a pair of knockers and a pussy."

"..."

Aphrodite shifted from the bed and stood up in front of Marshall. She looked up, tilting her face as her head only reached his chest. "How strange... You should be drowning in desire. Completely undone. Craving to worship at my feet. I am the goddess of love."

"Yeah, whatever." Marshall scoffed, poking his itchy ear. "We fucking or not?"

"..."

That utterly confused Aphrodite. She was hoping to bring Marshall to his knees. Break his proud persona. Make him kneel between her legs and pleasure her. But here he was, acting unaffected.

"No, I don't believe that," she blurted. She stared at his face and nodded, agreeing with her thoughts. There was no way that her seduction and love manipulation weren't working. She reckoned that it was indeed working, but in a way that made it unrecognizable. After all, the man was still seeking pleasure from her.

Aphrodite moved suddenly and placed both her hands on Marshall's face. She was utterly soft, like made of clouds. Warm like the perfect temperature for a relaxing bath. "Feel me—You desire me, don't you? You're a mortal with sinful needs. You want me to fulfill them, don't you?"

Marshall frowned again, his eyes resting on her voluptuous breasts that defied logic and gravity. They spread out wider than her slender waist. What a woman, he thought. Juicy in every aspect.

"Look, whatever voodoo you're cooking, save it. If you don't wanna get fucked, leave the room. I'm gonna stroke out a nice one and call it a night."

"..."

Aphrodite frowned deeper. "No—Touch me. As you desire. Feel me."

"You asked for it."

Marshall didn't wait. With both arms out like a beast lunging, he gripped the white gown hanging from Aphrodite's shoulders and yanked sideways. The soft fabric tore like wet paper, splitting apart in one brutal motion.

Rip!

Her dress exploded off her like tissue in the wind, fluttering to the floor in ruined silk strands.

And there she was. Naked. Glorious. A living sin sculpted by lust itself.

Her body was a contradiction, delicate and dangerous. Thin and curvy. Slender and yet built to breed. Her flawless skin practically glowed in the golden torchlight. Wide, heavy tits crowned with flushed pink nipples jutted out proudly from her chest, defying gravity. Her waist cinched tight like a wasp, flaring out into hips so plush they begged for handprints. She was a perfect hourglass, carved to ruin the weak.

Her long golden hair shimmered, cascading down her back like woven sunlight, framing a face that was pure sex. Lips swollen and pouty, eyes dreamy, cheekbones kissed by the divine.

Marshall's cock twitched.

"Umm… I can feast on these," he growled with hunger.

He cupped her breasts in both hands, and she shuddered. Her tits were warm, impossibly soft, melting around his fingers like ripe peaches. He squeezed, and they spilled through the gaps between his calloused fingers, so plush it felt like his palms were being smothered in clouds.

His thumbs dragged across her nipples. They perked instantly, blushing a deeper pink. His mouth watered.

"You're made to be fucked day and night," he muttered, more to himself than to her.

Aphrodite giggled softly.

"Mmmm… That's the idea," she cooed, tilting her chin up and offering her chest. "Wouldn't you love to drown in me? I can give you pleasure beyond imagination. I was made for mortal obsession…"

Marshall didn't answer. His hands were already exploring her fair plains, her plush hills, and soft slopes. One slid down her narrow waist, tracing the curve. He moved lower, down to the silky skin of her pelvis.

Aphrodite parted her legs slightly, as if inviting him, and he slipped a hand between her thighs. She let out a sultry moan and tilted her hips forward against his palm.

He cupped her smooth, bare pussy. She was shaved clean. Soft as velvet. And soaking wet.

His middle finger slid in with ease, drenched and hot. He growled low in his throat. Then, he pulled his finger out and held it up to his face, inspecting the glistening sheen. Then, locking eyes with her, he licked it slowly.

"Umm… Sweet."

Aphrodite's eyes twinkled. She stepped closer, then struck like a snake.

Riiiiiip!

With a sudden burst of Olympian strength, she grabbed Marshall's tunic and ripped it open, sending scraps of cloth fluttering like ash. Her hands moved to his waist and tore the rest apart too, yanking the garments from his body with divine precision.

She paused.

Marshall stood completely naked. His frame was heavy, scarred, and brutally masculine. Coarse hair dusted his chest. His arms were thick, chiseled with muscle. His stomach, hard as armor. And between his legs… his cock stood wild and untamed. Long, veiny, as thick as her wrist. The tip flushed an angry red, already glistening.

"Ummmm… I'm quite flexible, if you're curious," she whispered, reaching out and wrapping her slender fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly. "Show me how tough you are… Show me what that filthy mind of yours is really hiding…"

"Oh, I will!"

Marshall grabbed a handful of her golden hair, yanked her head back, and slammed his mouth onto hers.

The kiss wasn't gentle. He devoured her. With hot suction, his tongue forced its way inside her mouth, licking her teeth, tasting her like he owned her. He kissed her cheeks next, her jawline, then tilted her head harder and ran his tongue all the way up her slender, fair neck.

Aphrodite moaned, clawing at his back.

"Mmmm… Is that all? Looks can be deceiving, I suppose." She whispered like a challenge when he finally let go.

Pa!

Marshall slapped her tits.

A loud, meaty smack echoed in the room. Her breasts bounced wildly, jiggling in perfect aftershocks. He smirked and reached down to pinch one nipple, twisting it slowly as he stared into her wide eyes.

"Let's test that flexibility, then. I'll have your tits and mouth together."

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