Chapter 367: Will My Lady Offer Herself to My Bed Tonight? **

"Upon this blessed land, let all things sprout and thrive—thou art the abundance of tilling the stars!"

Amid a gentle, loving chant, a noble lady wearing a golden circular crown glided forth from the radiant starlight.

With her right hand, she drew a golden ear of grain from the Horn of Plenty in her embrace, casting it gracefully toward the sea.

Buzz!

As the grain seeds plummeted like falling stars into the sea below and the surrounding shattered desolate islands, vibrant blue-green ripples spread outward.

Seaweed, kelp, and a series of marine plants grew in a frenzy, while the woods and withered grass crackled continuously.

Spreading vines and branches grew in a crisscrossing weave, tightly coiling and binding the sea beasts and Gigantes within range, piercing and tearing them to pieces.

The entire Sea of Chaos seemed to come alive, tearing, devouring, and digesting the monsters gathered like a tide.

Meanwhile, the spreading verdant shade showered upon the humans, demigods, and deities, steadily mending their damaged bodies and restoring their depleted magic power.

—Demeter, the Goddess of Agriculture!

Another one!

Typhon and Kronos hesitated no longer, grinding their teeth as they barked their command.

"Retreat! Fall back, quickly!"

Having only just found suitable vessels, they could not directly unleash their original might, and needed time to familiarize and settle into them.

Even with nine Titan Main Gods and vast hordes of Gigantes and monster beasts at their back, they were unlikely to gain any advantage against a fully prepared Olympian army alongside that bizarre little bastard.

For now, slipping away was the wiser course.

Exchanging a glance,

Typhon and Cronos stirred their Authorities together.

In an instant, dozens of typhoons stretching between the sky and the sea swept across the waters.

Black currents resembling raging dragons formed a series of turbulent screen walls, keeping the continuously falling stars at bay.

Meanwhile, Cronos raised both arms, forcefully swinging the scythe forged from volcanic stone in his hands.

A reddish-black arc of light slashed through ten thousand meters of seawater, cutting through the bedrock beneath to carve open a pitch-black, cavernous passage.

The sapient Gigantes and high-tier monster beasts leapt inside decisively, advancing toward the depths of the earth.

"Just wait, for we shall return!"

Seeing their subordinates complete their retreat, Typhon and Cronos hurled a parting threat, leaping into the fissure themselves.

By the time the allied forces broke through the barrier of typhoons, the parted seawater had already collapsed and slid downward, once again submerging and burying the entrance to the rift.

"Don’t even think about escaping!"

Clad in the Libra Saint Cloth,

Astraea, the second-generation Goddess of Justice, brandished the Sword of Judgment in her hand, harboring her usual fiery passion as she prepared to plunge into the sea to pursue the fleeing enemy forces.

Positioned near the front of the ranks, Hebe, the Goddess of Youth, was instantly infected by her momentum, instinctively charging forward alongside her.

However, a pair of hands from behind grabbed both of them abruptly.

"Pursue what? Get back here!"

Lorne glared at the two, his face covered in black lines.

Held back, Astraea complained indignantly to her old friend.

"We have superior numbers, so why not press the attack? To eliminate evil thoroughly; wasn’t that what you taught me?"

Lorne answered with an expressionless face. "Then take a look behind you..."

Astraea turned her head instinctively, discovering to her shock that the falling stars across the horizon had ceased at some point.

Looking at the mixed force of merely tens of thousands of troops across the sea and the four solitary Main Gods; Apollo, Artemis, Athena, and Demeter, the second-generation Goddess of Justice scratched her head in confusion.

"Where are the reinforcements behind us?"

"What reinforcements could there possibly be? There’s only us..."

Athena leaped down from her Pegasus, answering in a cross tone.

"Then earlier, when you said ’the Gods of Olympus’..." Astraea trailed off, smacking her forehead as she watched Lorne and Athena exchanging glances, coming to a sudden realization. "You were bluffing!"

"What else?" Lorne rolled his eyes, resting a hand on his forehead as he shook his head. "Did you really think

I could summon all twelve Olympian Main Gods to the Sea of Chaos in such a short span of time?"

The laws of the Sea of Chaos were inherently chaotic, subjecting divine Authorities to considerable suppression here.

Even if he established spatial coordinates through a grand sacrifice to descend his true body as swiftly as possible, broadcasting a rallying call to summon aid, it was impossible to assemble every single Olympian Main God.

After all, due to their competition for faith, the deities shared both cooperation and rivalry, far from being completely united in purpose.

Coupled with such a tight timeframe, even if all twelve Olympian Main Gods received his call, those who could come might not be willing to, and those willing might not arrive in time.

Thus, the only reinforcements Lorne had reached at the very first moment were Athena and Artemis.

Apollo had come on account of his sister Artemis and his debt of gratitude to Thessaly, while Demeter, the Goddess of Agriculture, had joined for Persephone’s sake and her previous favor in Arcadia...

Athena, Artemis, Apollo, Demeter, plus the weakened Hera; all told, their side had only scraped together five Main Gods.

Even if Lorne, as an anomaly, could withstand the combined might of Typhon and Cronos, the remaining nine Titan Main Gods along with a horde of high-tier monster beasts were more than enough to give their superficially imposing vanguard a severe thrashing.

What was more...

"Cough, cough—"

Accompanied by a burst of suppressed coughing, a trace of golden-red seeped from the corner of Lorne’s lips, his face, a little pale.

"You’re injured?" Hera supported her young lover’s arm, her face filled with anxiety.

Lorne patted the back of her hand, comforting her in a soft voice.

"I’m fine, just overexerted."

Though the words sounded casual, feeling the slight frailty and lack of strength in that arm, Hera pursed her lips tightly.

Upon receiving her cry for help, her young lover had rushed over from Thessaly without stopping, first fighting a fierce battle against two Old God Kings; Typhon and Kronos, before directly detonating his descended vessel to perform a grand sacrifice, summoning his true body and a large host of reinforcements...

Such extreme consumption was something even a Main God would struggle to bear.

Furthermore, to establish clear and vast teleportation coordinates across the Sea of Chaos, he had likely damaged a portion of his own soul, either intentionally or under duress, while detonating his descended body.

Yet despite such a steep price and such an unfavorable situation, he had still come.

Lorne...

Having understood everything, Hera gazed softly at her young lover, her eyes overflowing with an indescribably burning passion and profound affection.

Beside them, Hebe looked at the two pressed tightly against each other, freezing for a moment as her gaze gradually grew a bit strange.

The way Mother looks at him... doesn’t exactly seem innocent, does it?

"Ahem!"

Sensing the unusually rising temperature in the air,

Lorne coughed hastily, creating a little distance between himself and Hera before steering the conversation back on track. "Typhon and Cronos have retreated, but they could realize they were tricked at any moment. Let’s leave this place first."

Everyone nodded in unison, returning to War God Mountain one after another through the Gate of the Starry Sky.

Stepping into a safe environment, Lorne finally relaxed his tense nerves.

After solemnly expressing his gratitude to the allied forces who had come to assist, he spoke with gravity:

"Everyone, Typhon and Cronos have joined forces. Having previously stripped the Sacred Garden of its resources, they obtained the Golden Apples of [Immortality], and now they have secured vessels that perfectly match their divine natures.

The current faction of the Old Gods is no longer a crisis that a single city-state or deity can confront; we must concentrate all our strength as soon as possible to meet this peril together."

"Then what are your thoughts?" Athena asked, stepping forward to coordinate with him.

"Before setting out, I already called upon all city-states to offer sacrifices, relaying the news of the Old Gods’ resurgence to the Gods of Olympus, hoping to form an alliance to discuss how to deal with them."

Athena nodded, seeking the opinions of the other Main Gods who had gathered from the Sea of Chaos:

"No time to lose. Today, we shall notify all deities to assemble, and tomorrow, we will convene a Divine Authority Council together on War God Mountain!"

The Gods pondered briefly, nodding in agreement one after another before rising to depart the grand hall, calling upon their subordinate deities, demigods, and heroes to assemble, while alerting city-states everywhere to prepare for the enemy.

As the host of this Divine Authority Council, Athena bore an even heavier burden.

Thus, the moment the gathering adjourned, she summoned the Saints under her command, reinforcing Athens’s defenses while dispatching messages to the Main Gods and city-states regarding the gathering of the Old Gods and the impending council.

Hundreds upon thousands of owls took flight toward various lands carrying letters, squads of Pegasus knights soared into the sky to patrol for the Old Gods’ movements, and the Athens Academy began strategic research and stockpiling preparations in full swing...

The entirety of Athens operated like a precision machine, running efficiently and swiftly under the call of the Goddess of Wisdom.

Glancing at Athena, who had fully entered work mode, Lorne tactfully exited the Great Temple, preparing to return alone to the residence he shared with Hestia to recuperate.

Just as Hera had thought, the grand sacrifice of detonating his descended vessel and the two consecutive brutal battles had indeed taken a heavy toll on him, requiring a proper rest.

With a soft creak, the room door opened and Lorne’s foot, stepping toward the threshold, froze in mid-air.

Then he quietly retracted his leg, turned around swiftly, and shot toward the courtyard like an arrow released from a bow.

Yet a hand proved faster, firmly gripping his shoulder before he could make his escape.

The next moment, the victim was dragged into the dark room, roughly pinned across the dining table by the Queen of the Gods like a fine delicacy about to be devoured clean.

Looking at those burning eyes akin to a she-wolf’s, Lorne could not help swallowing nervously. "How about we skip tonight? I was just injured."

"Which is why I asked Demeter for a magic potion that restores vigor and mends injuries. Come, let me feed you..."

As Hera spoke, she drew out a jar of medicinal porridge tinged with pink amidst green.

Taking a sip herself first, she gathered her long hair behind her head with sultry eyes, lowering her beautiful face to passionately feed the medicine into her young lover’s mouth.

A smooth, sweet, and scalding warmth poured into the patient’s throat, warming his stomach and sending a sharp, electric jolt straight to his groin.

After several repetitions,

Lorne could endure it no longer and flipped her over abruptly, pinning the deliberately seductive Queen Hera flat across the dining table, raising his hand menacingly. "You like playing like this, don’t you?"

Smack!

Accompanied by a crisp, stinging sound, Hera squirmed with feigned resistance, letting out a breathy, teasing whimper of half-refusal.

"Don’t, don’t be like this..."

"Scream all you want; they’re all busy with other matters, so no one will come even if you shout yourself hoarse!"

"I am a married woman..."

"Even Zeus himself couldn’t pull me off you."

Lorne stepped into character swiftly, a dark grin spreading across his face as he shoved her chiton higher with his forearm until the Queen of Olympus was bare from the waist down.

Her pale thighs spread wide over the edge of the dining table, that lush, married cunt already soaking wet and shining in the gloom.

Without asking permission, he drove two thick fingers straight down her slit, finding her boiling hot and coated in a thick, obscene slick of arousal.

"Look at you... dripping just from a little slap. You were practically begging for a proper pounding, weren’t you?"

?"No... please," she panted, her fingers clutching uselessly at his shoulders as the first wave of friction hit her sensitive core. "I’m a queen... if my husband—"

?"If your husband walked through that door right now, he’d find his precious Queen bent over the supper table with her hole wide open for my hand." Lorne curled his fingers inside her tight, greedy heat, making her let out a high-pitched, helpless whimper as she clamped down around him. "Scream for him, then."

"Don’t look—ah—don’t speak of him while you—" Hera’s back arched off the polished wood, her heavy tits straining against the bunched fabric at her chest. "Lorne—too rough—have some respect for—"

?"Respect? You’re a queen with your legs spread wide for a younger man." He pumped his fingers in and out in a slow, torturous rhythm, the loud, wet squelch echoing in the dark. "Say it. Tell me what kind of woman you are right now."

She turned her face toward the shuttered window, proud even flat on her back, and the words came out in a shaking, spoiled whisper. "I am Zeus’s wife... I am not supposed to let another man pin me to the dining table and—ah—finger me like a tavern whore—"

Smack!

His palm cracked across her heavy, ripe ass again, and her cunt clamped so hard around his fingers that a low laugh rumbled in his chest.

Tearing the rest of the chiton down off her shoulders, her massive, queenly breasts spilled into the open air, her dark nipples already tight from the cool room.

Lowering his head, he latched his mouth straight onto one heavy peak, sucking hard and dragging his teeth lightly across the tip while his other hand slid down to his own trousers, freeing his thick, rock-hard cock from the restrictive cloth.

His massive shaft sprang up flushed and heavy, pre-cum glistening at the angry red tip.

He slapped the heavy head once against her inner thigh, making her jump.

"Don’t... Lorne... ahhh..."

?Before her half-hearted warning could even finish, he lined his thick, dripping head up with her soaked entrance and plunged forward, burying himself all the way to the root in two devastating, merciless thrusts that stretched her married walls to the absolute limit.

Slap! Slap!

The violent collision of their hips filled the room. Hera’s fingernails carved deep crescents into his shoulders, her pale thighs shaking uncontrollably as she took every single millimeter of his massive size.

?"Don’t—too deep—you brute—"

"Scream," Lorne growled, sliding a large hand up to wrap firmly around her throat—not to choke her, but to force those burning, tear-filled eyes to lock onto his as he hammered into her in deep, rolling, relentless strokes that made the wet sounds between them deafening. "Call for your husband. Tell him the Queen is getting ruined on the dinner wood."

"Don’t—ah—don’t say it like that—"

Her voice broke into a shattered moan as he set a punishing, frantic rhythm. "I am married—this is wrong—if Zeus saw—"

?"If Zeus saw you right now, he’d see his wife taking another man’s cock like a natural-born slut." Hooking her knees over his arms to fold her completely open, he drove upward with savage force, the blunt head of his dick kissing the very mouth of her womb on every single impact.

He crushed his mouth over hers in a deep, bruising kiss, swallowing her high-pitched whimpers whole.

Pulling out just enough to flip her over onto her hands and knees across the table, he looked at the Queen of Olympus, now on all fours, with her cunt open for taking.

Hera looked back over her shoulder, her dark hair tangled as she spread her wet knees wider without needing to be told.

Mounting her from behind,

Lorne sank straight back into her in one brutal stroke, gripping her royal ass with one hand and a fistful of her dark hair with the other, slamming his cock against her cervix.

"Don’t look at me from behind—it’s too shameless—"

?"Too bad," he snapped his hips forward with blinding speed. Hera jolted, a loud, ragged "ah!" punching out of her lungs. "Want me to stop? Say the word and I’ll pull out right now."

She stayed dead silent for three heavy thrusts, nothing heard in the dark room except the wet, obscene slap of flesh and her ragged, sobbing breaths. Then, completely unhinged by the sheer pleasure: "Don’t you dare stop. If you pull out of me now I’ll have you flayed."

"You’re going to take every last drop first."

?Reaching around between her thighs, he dug the flat of his thumb against her hyper-sensitive clit, rubbing in tight, filthy circles while he drove his cock deeper and harder into her, making her moan without any pretense.

The Queen was now aggressively pushing her heavy ass back onto him, meeting every single thrust like a desperate, insatiable animal.

?"Oh! There—right there—ah—Lorne—"

?"Come on your lover. Show me what a filthy mess the Queen can make."

"Say whose cock is in you!"

"Yours—my lover’s—the God of Wine’s—ah—the one I never should have let touch me—"

"Louder!"

"Lorne is fucking Zeus’s wife—he’s pounding me on the dining table—

I wanted him to—ah—I’m such a disgrace—don’t stop—"

The heavy wooden table groaned, sliding inches across the stone floor with the force of his relentless driving. Hera hit her peak with a startled, furious cry, her tight cunt seizing on his thick cock in violent, rhythmic contractions, her thighs trembling as her proud mouth fell open against the wood.

He didn’t slow down for a second, and kept pounding her right through her orgasm, dragging the climax out until she was sobbing from sheer oversensitivity.

Then he hauled her upright by her hair, and while still buried deep inside her wet heat, he pressed her back flat against his chest.

One hand held her throat in place while the other mauled her heavy, bouncing breast as he rutted upward into her from a standing position at the table’s edge.

?"I’m cumming..." His thick cock throbbed violently inside her velvety depths, swelling to an agonizing size as he prepared to let go.

?"Fill me," Hera moaned, clawing at his forearm as she clutched her wet cunt tightly against his rigid shaft. "Fill my womb with your seeds. Give me your child... ahh..."

Pushed over the edge by her desperate, filthy coaxing, Lorne slammed down to the absolute root and roared against her neck, shooting thick, boiling ropes of hot semen deep into her womb, packing her to the brim while her inner walls fluttered and milked every single drop of his semen.

Hera shuddered through a smaller, residual climax on the burning heat of his load, her long nails digging raw into his skin as a broken, ecstatic laugh escaped her lips.

?For a long moment, the dark room held nothing but their ragged breathing.

His thick cock twitched deep inside her, pumping wave after scalding wave of thick, hot cum straight into her womb, completely drowning her in his seed until it leaked around the tight seal of his body, running in thick tracks down her thigh.

Hera reached back blindly and touched his hip, keeping him close. "More," she whispered softly, already turning her face to seek his mouth. "You’re not done yet, are you?"

?Lorne gave her heavy, bruised ass a sharp, lingering spank. "Doubting me? Looks like I still need to teach my Queen another lesson."

Pulling slowly out of her dripping heat, he didn’t care about the mess spilling down her legs.

He scooped the thoroughly creampied Queen up effortlessly in his arms, turning away from the wrecked table and carrying her deeper into the shadows of the bedchamber to finish what they had started.