The pink marble of the temple, now cracked and cold, contrasted with the heat emanating from Diana. Aphrodite's essence pulsed beneath her skin, transforming every inch into a living work of art. She was not just beautiful; she was desire itself personified.
Erond walked toward her, his heavy tread making the ground tremble. The blue electricity, once wild, merged with the pink aura Diana exhaled. The magnetism between the two was so strong that the air around them began to distort.
— You wanted perfection for me — Eron growled, holding Diana's face with his firm hand. — Now I feel it. All of Olympus is not worth what I see before me.
Diana smiled, a smile that carried the malice of a goddess and the strength of an Amazon. She pulled Eron by the metal collar of his armor, forcing the man to lean down. Her touch was different; it was electric in a pleasurable way, a promise that she could withstand all the divine fury he carried.
— Show me, Eron — she whispered against his lip. — Show me if the new God of War can tame what I have become.
They fell upon the marble altar that had once belonged to Aphrodite. Eron had no patience for gentleness. He tore what remained of Diana's silk, revealing skin that glowed like pearl under the moonlight. He possessed her with an intensity that would have killed any mortal, but Diana only asked for more. She wrapped her body around his with superhuman agility, her leg locking him in as she felt his divinity merge with her own.
The surrounding temple seemed to react to the act. Blue sparks leaped from the columns, crawling across the floor, while a warm pink mist enveloped the two. Diana felt every electrical discharge from Erond as a sharp pleasure, a vibration that ran down her spine and made her arch her body in ecstasy. She was no longer just a partner; she was the ground where his storm could finally discharge without limit.
— You are mine — Eron murmured, his voice vibrating like deep thunder as he lost himself in her.
— And you are mine — Diana replied, her eye shining with fierce devotion.
In the midst of the ruins of Aphrodite's temple, under the sky of a Greece at war, the two new gods celebrated their ascension. There was no guilt or taboo, only the fusion of two beings who decided that pleasure and power were the only law. The lust of Zeus and the beauty of Aphrodite met in a clash of force that would make Mount Olympus tremble with fear.
When silence finally returned to the withered garden, Eron and Diana remained embraced on the altar, two predators who had just discovered that the world was too small for their hunger.