Son of the Hero King

When Isis heard Sol, her eyes became a little unfocused.

This was it. This was the final moment. The moment where she dedicated everything to him and vice versa. The moment the two of them would become one in a different meaning than just sexually.

She could see the light of the magic circle that had dimmed somewhat initially begin to flare back to life, ready for the ultimate phase.

Weirdly, she felt no apprehension nor hesitation in her mind. She was already ready for some moment and would not cower now at this crucial moment.

He had not said those words just because of the mood. But also to give her a choice. One last chance to stand up and annul everything and this made her love him all the more.

She reached with her arms and took Sol’s face in them. She could see his love and gentleness in his eyes and knew that for the Sol right here, right now, she was someone important and someone he would never hurt willingly.

What about tens or hundreds of years in the future? She did not know. People changed. Not always good. But she knew that couples could live millennia together and still have a love that burned as bright as the first day they meet. She had a good example in the relationship her parents had and she hoped to follow their steps.

This was why she simply nodded.

More words were useless at this juncture after all.

In response to her quiet sign of permission, Sol coolly raised the corners of his mouth and pulled down his waistband.

‘Ah…’

Isis immediately regretted her choice a little.

His penis was of a size that one could not get used to even after seeing it dozens of times. His cock slapped violently against his firm abdomen muscles and remained stuck up against his stomach closely. She idly wondered how someone as lithe as Nefertiti was able to take such a thing in her before remembering that she was about to suffer the same fate.

The thought of something like that coming into her body made her shiver in a mix of fright and anticipation. A weird mixture she was slowly becoming used to.

“Ah!”

Sol immediately grabbed Isis’s pelvis and pulled her body against his. Isis twisted in surprise at his firm strength as if squeezing a fleeing prey.

“I know it might be a little scary. But don’t worry and…”

He slowly rubbed his angry pillar against her clitoris and her vaginal opening, drenching it in her overflowing erotic fluid

.”...I see that I am not the only one wanting this.”

The smile he sported on his face was akin to that of a villain as he adjusted his tip against her slit as if he would put it in right away but did nothing of the sort.

Pressing his glans at the narrow entrance, Sol let out a low groan. It was slippery with the lustful liquid spilling happily. His erection was incredibly hard, as if wanting to pierce her right away rashly, and pressed against Isis.

“Nn~!…”

Isis was surprised by the loud erotic moan that leaked out of her mouth without her realizing it.

“Isis...”

Sol clenched his teeth and called out Isis's name. The deep desire hidden in that low growl made her moisten further. Enthralled as she was by the atmosphere, Isis moved her groin closer, so he lifted her thighs, and put them on his shoulder as he faced her.

Isis breathed heavily, her round breasts fluctuating and jiggling up and down busily. Sol looked at her figure without saying a word. Then, receiving his bright golden gaze, Isis swallowed, her mouth parched. She was thirsty as if her whole body was burning.

“I am ready.”

He firmly gripped Isis’s pelvis and slowly pushed himself in. Isis was distracted by the pain that cut through her whole body. Thankfully, she had orgasmed several times earlier, so her inner walls, now very sensitive, trembled and sucked in his thick chunk of flesh.

“Uhh.”

“Ha, we’re not even halfway in yet. Hold on—wait a minute.”

When Isis whimpered, Sol stopped moving and teased her breasts. Her white breasts were crushed and squashed under his large grip, changing their shape. Isis twisted her body whenever he persistently licked and chewed her nipples softly. A scorching heat ran down her spine and pounded throughout her body.

“Ooohh…”

Although it was clearly a tight fit, Sol finally pushed until the end. The soft skin that had been forced open by the intruder was now tightly clinging and pressing onto his organ. Although there were brief moments when it was difficult to breathe, Sol braved through it and didn’t stop. Instead, he pushed himself deeper and more forcefully.

Isis did not have a hymen so the entry should have been less difficult or painful for her. Even more so because of how wet she was. Still, Sol had underestimated her level of tightness.

It was something he had never felt. Not only was her interior far warmer than normal, as she was a phoenix, but her tightness made him feel as if his penis was encased in a velvet glove.

Isis gasped when she felt his pulsating robe tear apart all her defense and settle in her. Her vision became hazy as droplets of her formed at the corner of her eyes but only out of the slight prickle of pain. Isis reflexively hung onto Sol’s neck.

The foreign sensation that filled her was one she had a hard time describing, but she mainly felt so full. As if a part of her was completely filled out, which was admittedly the case in this situation.

His penis, buried in her depths, twitched and seemed to increase in volume in her core. Isis buried her face in Sol’s chest. Once Sol felt her settle down, he slowly began to pull out from deep within her. As his dark red pillar slowly slid out, he felt her inner wall pushed wide, hugging him as if it didn’t wish to let go.

She groaned a little at the movement but could also feel a deeper heat different from her usual one rose deep from her guts.

“Hah... Huh…”

When she took a short breath, her vision once again became distant. It was because Sol suddenly pushed back in.

Sol didn’t bother asking if she was in pain. It was the most stupid question he could ask in this situation. After all, the answer was self-evident. Rather than mouthing uselessly, what he should do was to make sure she got more pleasure than pain.

Like this, Sol busied himself, not only moving his waist but working on her chest and nibbling her collarbone and earlobe. He would also gently lick her breasts and suck on her nipple. His work was rewarded as the frown on Isis’ face slowly subsided and the sensation in her body began to change.

‘It becoming bearable…’

She could feel a strange duality in Sol’s movement. On one hand, he was a gentle and careful lover. At the same time, he was voraciously devouring underneath. Sol was insatiable, and his ruthless flesh persistently stuck to her sensitive area. Whenever that happened, Isis was thrilled and began to feel even more pleasure.

She liked the gentle Sol but she also liked the feeling of being so much wanted by him. To see the usual calm Sol act as if he couldn’t get enough of her gave a sweet numbing sensation.

How many times did she tremble? The more she was at ease, the better the movement of Sol became. Some shallow thrusts, followed by deep ones.

A constant change in rhythm.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. All of this allowed Isis to feel completely new parts of her body.

“You are so tight inside. It even hurts a little.”

Sol joked a little in order to calm her down and it strangely worked. For an instant, she stared blankly at him before chortling a little.

Isis wanted to snort at Sol, who had moved so well but was now talking nonsense if she could afford it.

“Hi… Sol, you… Hmm… you are the one that’s too big.”

“Heh, is that so?”

Isis blushed at the smirk Sol showed. She indeed still felt quite uncomfortable down there, but there was no lying about what she was feeling. The pain didn’t completely vanish, but the pleasure was slowly overwhelming it.

‘I wonder how much experience he has for him to be so skilled.’

Thinking of other women sharing the same pleasure, Isis felt a little uncomfortable as a sour feeling filled her heart. But ut she calmed down swiftly.

After all,

‘I am his first.’

It didn’t matter that she was his latest conquest to date. Nor did it matter that all those women on the mortal realm spent far more time with him than she did.

She was his first partner. It was a link that trumped basically everything and she would capitalize on it.

Her thoughts were blown away when Sol kissed and resumed thrusting into her. Soon, a sweet voice leaked out of her, and from simply being passive, she slowly began to move alongside him.

She was in no way an unwilling participant at this moment and she would damn well share everything with him.

“It’s coming.”

Sol muttered to her ears and Isis understood that the final moment was onto them. She yelped a little when she felt Sol take her by the waist and change their position to a sitting one.

‘So…Full.’

She grunted then when she fell on his lap, all her weight helping in driving his shaft as deep as possible in her.

In this position, Sol resumed kissing her more hungrily and she answered likewise. As if devouring each other, as if wishing to meld into each other.

The two of them moved in unison while feeling the rapidly approaching climaxes. Isis became urgent. Every time he hammered her, sparks splashed high like hammering a hot iron, raising the heat under her belly.

She twisted her whole body and bit her lips at the sound of wet flesh. By the time her toes were about to cramp, what she had been holding back and enduring with all her might eventually burst and poured out.

“Hah~!”

Her whole body convulsed as if she had a seizure. The limbs trembled, and the water spurted vigorously from below. It was orgasm after orgasm.

Sol grabbed her tightly, his muscles clenched, and he continued to thrust into her heavily and he felt like he was about to explode and spend himself in her. Which he did with a low grunt.

It was like lightning struck her. Her vision grew black, full of sparkles, and she couldn’t breathe. Muscles in her body contracted and spasmed repeatedly.

Her inner walls, quivering wildly at his excitement, gnawed on his ejaculation as white liquid erupted and filled her.

All around them, the magic circle flared up to life, filling the room with a dense quantity of mana of the like never felt, as if they had been waiting for this exact moment. Sol felt like he was literally bathing in mana. All their pores opened and greedily absorbed the power that was overflowing in the room and soon, their body even felt a little bloated.

‘The last stretch.’

By this time, Isis was so tired that she could feel her eyelids close already. The overwhelming pleasure she had felt was forcing her mind to shut down. But she knew that there was one last moment. One last thing she had to do.

She shivered when she felt Sol's teeth sink into her collarbone. This was no play bitting and the scent of blood mixed with the alluring scent of their shared juices.

Once she was sure that Sol had drunk her blood, she leaned her face on his chest and muttered tiredly but with assurance alongside Sol.

“From this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health for as long as we shall live. We shall always be together.”

Their two voices overlapped as the biding vow took place and finally, the crest of a black phoenix formed in Sol's consciousness while the magical letters that were floating in the air, formed one simple word.

[Accepted.]

It was with relief that Sol finally blacked out….

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At least this was what he thought.

When Sol finally opened his eyes again, he found out that he was not at Tiamat's place anymore.

The place he was in was hard to describe but at the same time, it gave him a certain feeling of deja vu. A place like one found in fairy tales. Full, of green pasture, soothing rays of the sun, and a gentle breeze that tickled his nose. It’s like…

“The garden in the church.”

“Indeed. One of the Supreme daughters designated the garden in the mortal world based on the one here.”

Sol turned around and was surprised to see a tall woman full of charms as she stood clad in white and blue clothes as well as a veil covering her face. Suspicions arose in his mind, but they were quietly confirmed.

“Hello. Sol is it? I wondered who could conjure such a strong contract that it attracted my full attention. I shouldn’t have been surprised.”

“Hum? Hah, I understand your confusion and your suspicions are right.”

The woman let out a beautiful laugh while covering her mouth with the back of her hand; “I believe this is the first time we properly meet. Let me introduce myself then.”

She chuckled and gave a curtsey with the grace of a young mischievous girl, “I am Castitas, second oldest out of the fourteen goddesses. Happy to meet you.”

This was the first meeting between Sol and Castitas.