Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 524: Enjoying The Suffering

Slowly, painfully, Keres became aware of her surroundings once more.

She was still bent over the table, her body trembling and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Sharky loomed above her, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His dragon hung heavy and spent between his legs, glistening with their combined fluids.

Artemis, the virgin goddess of the hunt, the proud warrior who vowed never to marry, had been holding herself together.

She watched Demeter fall on the dragon of Sharky. Persephone melted on his dragon arms. Enyo broke beneath his punishment and Keres surrendered herself completely.

Artemis’s eyes burned. Her breath grew uneven. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously.

She was done waiting. She with furious grace, silver light swirling around her. Her cheeks were red, her eyes fierce, her heartbeat loud enough to shake the air.

"ENOUGH!" she declared angrily, emotionally, jealous but honest. "Sharky, from this moment on, you are my husband."

No shyness. No hesitation. No modesty.

The goddess who once swore to remain untouched grabbed his wrist and pulled him close.

Artemis’s sudden declaration echoed through the chamber, a fierce and passionate cry that demanded attention. The silver light swirling around her intensified, casting an ethereal glow upon her flushed cheeks and fierce eyes. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she gripped Sharky’s wrist tightly, pulling him towards her with a strength born of desperation and desire.

Sharky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Artemis’s bold proclamation. He had expected hesitation from the virgin goddess. But instead, he found himself confronted with a woman possessed by a jealous fury and an honest need that burned brighter than any he had seen before.

His gaze raked over Artemis’s form, taking in the way her chest heaved with each ragged breath, the way her thighs pressed together as if trying to alleviate an ache only he could satisfy.

Artemis’s eyes blazed with a fierce, possessive light as she pulled Sharky closer, her fingers digging into his wrist. She could feel the heat of his body, the raw power that radiated from him like a physical force. It called to something primal within her, a hunger she had long suppressed but could no longer deny.

Without a word, Artemis spun around and bent herself over a nearby table, lifting her skirt to expose the pale curve of her bottom. She looked back at Sharky over her shoulder, her silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight.

"Take me," she commanded, her voice trembling with need and defiance. "Claim me as your wife. Make me yours completely."

Her words hung in the air like a dare, a challenge thrown down before Sharky. Artemis knew she was surrendering more than just her virginity - she was giving him dominion over her heart and soul. But in that moment, she cared not for the consequences. All that mattered was satisfying the burning ache within her.

Sharky’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of Artemis bent before him, her pale skin glowing in the dim light. He could see the way her body trembled with anticipation, the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps. It was an invitation he couldn’t resist.

With a low growl, Sharky stepped forward and gripped Artemis’s hips possessively. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "As you wish, my goddess."

His hands lifted her skirt higher, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. Artemis gasped as she felt the cool air against her most intimate flesh, a shiver running down her spine.

Sharky positioned himself at her entrance, his dragon already hard and throbbing with desire. Artemis tensed as she felt the broad head pressing against her virgin opening, a sudden flutter of nerves overcoming her fierce determination.

"Relax," Sharky murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I’ll be careful." With that promise, he began to push forward, the thick length of his dragon stretching her tender folds.

Artemis bit her lip to stifle a cry as Sharky invaded her body, inch by agonizing inch. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced - a burning stretch that bordered on pain but promised unimaginable pleasure.

Sharky paused when he reached the barrier of her innocence, giving Artemis a moment to adjust to his size. His hands tightened on her hips as he leaned down, his chest pressing against her back.

Keres watched the intimate scene unfold before her, a bitter jealousy twisting in her chest. She had surrendered herself completely to Sharky, had given him everything she was - and yet, he treated Artemis with a gentleness he had never shown her.

As Sharky paused at Artemis’s virgin barrier, Keres felt a surge of resentment. When her own innocence had been taken, it had been with brutal force that had left her bruised and bleeding. But for Artemis, there was tenderness, care.

Keres knew her place now. She was a slave, a possession to be used and discarded at Sharky’s whim. But Artemis... Artemis was his wife, his equal in every way that mattered. The knowledge stung like a physical blow.

Artemis gasped as she felt Sharky’s dragon pierce her innocence, a sharp pain radiating through her core. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to cry out. She would not show weakness, not even in this most intimate of moments.

Sharky’s hands tightened on her hips as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Artemis bit her lip, trying to focus on the sensation of being filled so completely rather than the lingering ache of her lost virginity.

Gradually, the pain began to fade, replaced by a building warmth that spread from her center outward. Artemis found herself pushing back against Sharky’s thrusts, seeking more of that delicious friction.

Sharky groaned low in his throat as he felt Artemis’s body responding to his touch.

His movements became more urgent, more possessive as he drove into her again and again. Artemis could feel his dragon pulsing inside her, stretching her tender walls deliciously.

"Yes," she gasped, her head falling forward as pleasure crashed over her in waves. "Sharky, please..."

She didn’t even know what she was begging for - only that she needed more, needed him to fill every part of her. Sharky responded with a growl, one hand sliding up to grip her hair and yank her head back as he pounded into her mercilessly.

Artemis screamed in ecstasy as she came undone, her body convulsing around Sharky’s dragon. He followed moments later, his hips jerking as he spilled himself deep inside her waiting womb.

Sharky pulled out of Artemis, leaving her trembling and spent on the table. Without hesitation, he grabbed Keres and dragged her over, forcing her to bend over beside the goddess.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his dragon still slick with Artemis’s juices. Keres obeyed instantly, parting her lips as Sharky positioned himself at her entrance.

He thrust into her roughly, using Keres’s body to clean himself off. The goddess gasped at the sudden invasion, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly as Sharky fucked her mouth with brutal efficiency.

Seeing Artemis and Keres in an intimate position with Sharky, Demeter and Persephone also joined them, and it continued till the Deimos punishment was not over.

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The chamber echoed with the sounds of pleasure and pain, intertwined in a twisted symphony. Artemis and Keres remained bent over the table, their bodies used by Sharky as he moved between them. Demeter and Persephone joined in, their own desires ignited by the scene unfolding before them.

Deimos’s screams continued to reverberate through the dimension, a constant backdrop to the intimate scenes taking place. His torment seemed endless, each chamber more cruel than the last as his shadow peeled away layer by layer.

Sharky showed no mercy, his movements growing more brutal as he lost himself in the sensations of multiple goddesses at his command. The air grew thick with the scent of sweat, semen, and arousal as he claimed each goddess in turn.

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As the night wore on, Sharky’s appetite showed no signs of abating. He moved from goddess to goddess, using their bodies in every conceivable way. Artemis and Keres remained bent over the table, their legs shaking with exhaustion as Sharky took them again and again.

Demeter and Persephone lay tangled on the floor, their limbs intertwined as they pleasured each other while waiting for Sharky’s attention. The chamber was a mess of discarded clothing, spilled fluids, and the wreckage of broken furniture.

Deimos’s screams had grown hoarse, his voice cracking as the torture continued without respite. The dimension shifted once more, plunging him into a new hellscape where his own memories were twisted against him.

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Meanwhile, far away in Olympus, inside the War God’s Throne Hall.

Ares stood alone.

The vast chamber burned with eternal crimson fire, war banners hanging from the ceiling, weapons embedded into the walls.

Ares’ hands were clenched so tightly that molten cracks spread across his gauntlets.

Enyo had failed, but she didn’t only fail. She had been humiliated by a mortal.

Ares’ teeth ground together.

His war-aura surged violently, igniting the braziers around the hall into towering infernos.

"My son is dead," Ares snarled, his voice echoing like clashing steel. "My wife was disgraced."

He turned sharply, slamming his spear into the floor. The impact shattered the stone dais beneath him.

His eyes burned with killing intent. "Sharky Valor..." he growled, his voice thick with wrath.

"I swear by war itself, I will kill you." He took an oath carved in blood and flame.

War runes carved themselves into the floor. The spirits of battle roared in approval.

Ares stood motionless afterward, breathing slowly, his rage condensing into blind fury.