Beginning Of Multiverse Saga

Chapter 540: Adulterous Life Of Sharky 3

Athena’s heart raced as Sharky’s gaze raked over her nearly bare form. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet strangely empowered by his reaction. The air between them crackled with tension, the unspoken challenge hanging heavy in the air.

"Sharky," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "What are you doing to me?"

Sharky’s eyes flicked back up to meet Athena’s, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "I’m proving a point," he murmured, taking a step closer to her. "Love is not a weakness - it’s a strength. It has the power to make us feel alive, to push us beyond our limits."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against the thin linen of Athena’s undergarment. "It can also make us vulnerable," he continued softly, his touch sending shivers down Athena’s spine. "But that vulnerability is what makes us human - what makes us real."

Athena’s breath hitched as Sharky’s hand slid beneath the fabric, his palm pressing against her stomach. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers, branding her with its intensity.

His touch was gentle yet possessive, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Athena’s hands clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fought to maintain control.

"You speak of love as if it’s a strength," she gasped, her voice trembling slightly. "But it’s also a weakness - a vulnerability that can be exploited."

Sharky’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Athena’s skin, his touch maddeningly slow and deliberate. "Everything has two sides," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Strength and weakness, love and hate - they’re two halves of the same coin."

His hand inched higher, brushing against the underside of her breast. Athena shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips before she could stop it.

"And what of you, Athena?" Sharky whispered, his breath hot against her neck. "Are you not vulnerable at this moment? Are you not weak with desire?"

Athena’s heart raced as Sharky’s words washed over her, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her entirely. She knew she should push him away, maintain the distance between them, but she found herself unable to resist the pull of his magnetism.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "I am vulnerable. I am weak with desire."

The admission hung heavy in the air between them, a confession of sorts. Athena had always prided herself on her strength, her independence, but in this moment she felt utterly undone by Sharky’s presence.

Sharky’s hand stilled against Athena’s breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple through the thin fabric of her undergarment. "And what does that mean for you, Athena?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "What does it mean to be vulnerable with me?"

Athena’s breath hitched as Sharky’s thumb circled her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel the heat building between her legs, an ache that demanded to be filled.

"It means," she gasped, her hips pressing forward involuntarily, "that I am at your mercy."

Sharky’s lips curled into a smug smile as he felt Athena’s body respond to his touch. He knew he had her now, knew that she was putty in his hands.

"At my mercy," he repeated, his voice a low growl. "And what would you have me do with that mercy, Athena?"

Athena’s heart raced as Sharky’s words hung in the air between them, a tantalizing promise and a dangerous challenge all at once. She knew she should be cautious, should guard herself against the temptation he presented. But in this moment, she found herself craving his touch, his possession.

"Show me," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Show me what it means to be yours."

Sharky’s eyes darkened with desire at Athena’s words, a primal hunger consuming him.

Without hesitation, he swept Athena into his arms, carrying her to the nearby couch and laying her down gently. He hovered over her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her nearly bare form - the flushed skin, the heaving chest, the legs trembling with need.

"You are mine," he growled possessively, his hands roaming over her body with a reverence that belied his urgency.

Sharky’s lips crashed against Athena’s in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth with a fierce desperation. Athena moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping Sharky’s shoulders as she surrendered to the passion that consumed her.

Sharky’s hands roamed over Athena’s body, caressing every curve and dip with a reverence that stole her breath. He tore away the last remnants of her clothing, baring her to his hungry gaze.

"Perfect," he breathed, his eyes devouring every inch of her exposed skin. "You are absolutely perfect."

Athena shuddered beneath Sharky’s intense scrutiny, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable - yet so utterly desired.

Sharky trailed kisses down Athena’s neck and chest, his lips leaving a path of fire in their wake. He paused to lavish attention on her breasts, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive peaks until Athena was writhing beneath him.

His hand positioned his dragon between her legs, brushing against the damp heat of her core. Athena gasped at the contact, her hips bucking instinctively as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.

"Sharky," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please..."

Sharky smirked against Athena’s skin, relishing the desperation in her voice. He loved seeing the mighty goddess reduced to a trembling mess beneath him, begging for his touch.

"Please what?" he murmured, his voice a low tease. "Tell me what you want, Athena."

"I want you," she gasped out, her eyes wild with need. "I want to feel you inside me."

Sharky’s heart raced at Athena’s words, his dragon throbbing with anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his dragon brushing against her slick folds.

With a low groan, Sharky thrust into Athena, filling her completely in one swift motion. They both cried out at the sensation, their bodies trembling as they adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

"Fuck," Sharky gasped, his forehead pressing against Athena’s. "You’re so tight."

Sharky looked down between their bodies, his gaze falling upon the sight of his dragon buried deep within Athena’s. As he withdrew slightly, he noticed a faint, glowing golden red liquid coating his length - her virgin blood, a testament to the purity and power she possessed.

A primal satisfaction coursed through him at the sight, knowing that he was the first and only man to claim her in this most intimate way.

Athena gasped beneath him, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation of Sharky moving inside her. The pain of her lost virginity had given way to a building pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.

She could feel every inch of him, stretching and filling her in ways she had never imagined possible.

"Sharky," she moaned, her nails digging into his back. "You feel... incredible."

Sharky groaned at the feeling of Athena’s tight heat enveloping him, her walls clenching around his dragon as if trying to draw him deeper still. He began to move within her, setting a steady rhythm that quickly escalated into a frenzied pace.

"Yes," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Take me, Athena. Take all of me."

Athena’s cries of pleasure filled the room as Sharky’s dragon plunged into her again and again, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. She clung to him desperately, her legs wrapping around his waist as she surrendered completely to the sensations overwhelming her.

"Yes," she gasped, her head thrashing from side to side. "More, Sharky. I need more."

Sharky obliged, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The couch creaked beneath them, threatening to give way under the force of their lovemaking. But neither of them cared - they were lost in a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, a dance as old as time itself. Sharky’s hands roamed Athena’s curves, caressing and squeezing as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Athena arched into his touch, her own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest and back.

The air grew thick with the scent of their passion - a heady mix of sweat, desire, and something uniquely divine. It filled their lungs with every breath, fueling the fire that burned between them.

As their pleasure built to a crescendo, Athena’s walls began to flutter around Sharky’s dragon. She was close - so close to shattering completely.

"Sharky," she cried out, her voice strained with impending release. "I’m... I’m going to..."

"Do it," Sharky growled, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me, Athena. Let me feel you fall apart around my dragon."

With a final, powerful thrust, Sharky buried himself deep inside Athena’s core. The sensation was too much for her to bear - with a scream of ecstasy, she shattered into a million pieces, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Athena’s body convulsed beneath Sharky’s as waves of pleasure washed through her. Her walls clamped down around his dragon, pulsing and squeezing as if trying to milk him for all he was worth.

The feeling of Athena’s climax triggered Sharky’s own release. With a roar of satisfaction, he spilled himself deep inside her, his hot seed filling her to the brim.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. For a long moment, they simply lay there - entwined, sated, and utterly spent.

Athena looked at Sharky, and said, "Now, I understand how Artemis and Hestia lost their virginity, and even spread her legs for you without hesitation."

She caressed his cheek.

"And I also knew that you are not going to stop here. Most of the goddesses of Olympus are going to lose their virginity to you."

Hearing that, Sharky gave her a smile and didn’t deny it. But he also didn’t tell her that he already claimed most of the Goddesses in the original timestream.

And in this past timeline, he was also going to conquer them, and claimed their virginity for him.

After enjoying Athena, Sharky walked out of the library. He then moved towards the beautiful garden of Olympus, which was taken care of by Demeter.

As Sharky walked through the gardens, he couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty surrounding him. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the gentle hum of bees.

Demeter was tending to a bed of vibrant roses, her hands moving gracefully as she pruned and arranged.

She looked younger in this past era, her spirit is less burdened, her smile brighter.

She looked up as Sharky approached her, she didn’t know who he was, since in recent times, except for her garden and her daughter, she didn’t care about anything, so she also didn’t know how Sharky appeared here.