Greek and Roman Mythology

"When will he get better?"

A beautiful woman with a fantastic figure mutters in a beautiful voice on the bed.

Her appearance between the curtains on the bed is really dazzling.

When she looked at him, she looked dazed, thinking of him, wearing clothes that could see his insides.

An ant's tight buttocks on a cut waist.

Chest that looks good even when lying down.

A firm calf on a smooth thigh.

And your face is so blinding!

Her golden eyes, shiny blonde hair, even damp water, gave her luscious lips like a parrot and her nose pointed moderately.

Even sculpting doesn't make a perfect face like this.

Yeah, perfect!

This word is a good match for a woman.

"Aphrodite, it's time to put on some perfume."

A cute looking fairy flies over with a pot and bows her head politely.

Yes, the owner of this beautiful body and voice before him was Aphrodite, a beauty goddess called Venus.

Original collar bottle body, owner with a golden ratio of body.

She looks at the fairy and smiles seductively.

"Really? Come in here and put it on."

The fairy blushes her face and slowly peels off her seemingly transparent clothes.

"Hmmm... take your time. There's no rush."

That said, but she was nude one day, helping the fairy strip off her clothes.

The elf takes out a long brush, dips it in a pot, stirs it, and then pulls it out.

Then, the sweet scent spread in the room, attached to the tip of the brush.

"Ahh..."

When the brush touched the milky skin, Aphrodite spit out a groan that tingled.

Then the elf made fun of the paintbrush, and Aphrodite panted every time.

"Ahhhh. There! Heeang! A little more ♥"

The scented bristles walked around like dancing on Aphrodite's chest.

The tip of the brush circled around, scorching the aphrodite, and as I circled around my whole chest, the pink fruit stood up trembling.

"A little more! Yes! Aww! More, more, more!"

The elf seems excited about Aphrodite's mating.

And he picks up the brush, and he goes, "Hap! 'I coughed and the tip turned thin as a small needle.

The thin, pointed tip of the brush was gently touching Aphrodite's skin.

Creak - Creak -

"Ah…"

Aphrodite looks at the edge of the brush with fearful eyes.

The elf smiles, relieved to see Aphrodite, and puts the brush in her nipple without hesitation.

"Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!"

Aphrodite bounces back.

I feel like my whole body is being harassed by the tip of my brush.

There's so much joy in that!

The slight movement of the needle embedded in the nipple felt so good.

But the elf does not move the tip of the brush.

Aphrodite looks at the fairy.

"Uh, why isn't it moving?"

"Do you want us to move?"

"What... ah!?"

Aphrodite tries to make a furious expression with her eyes wide open because of what the fairy said.

However, as soon as the elf moved the brush a little, his face immediately loosened and drooled into his mouth.

"Hee, hee, hee! Ah, ah, ah... Ooh, move it!"

"I beg your pardon?"

The elf digs his ear with one hand and asks again.

Aphrodite blushes at this humiliation, but soon shouts aloud.

"Oww… Joe, do more! Give me more nipples! Please!"

"Heh! The noble goddess of beauty said that. Okay, I'm gonna move you a little bit more."

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Whoa, stop! Hey, stop it! Go, go, go, go, go!"

I can't even speak right now if my tongue is loosened by the awful pleasures.

It was more like a slut than Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, but it was considered beautiful by Aphrodite.

The elf sticks it into its nipple and pulls out the moving brush again.

"Heean!"

I felt an exhilarating sensation, but Aphrodite, who did not reach the peak, looked at the fairy with a embarrassed face, but immediately said nothing.

The elf's pour circles its nipples and gently crawls down toward the bottom.

The elf dipped the brush in a jar of perfume.

"Here we go, down below. It's awful awful. Nasty water is pouring down."

"Don't... talk. I hate saying that... Hiic!"

The elf pierces the goddess's clitoris with its pointed tip.

The reaction came immediately.

The elf who saw Aphrodite laughed at her mouth and made fun of her vagina.

"Ah ~ yes! I, really went away ♥ Hic! Hiic!"

Water gushes from her vagina.

Aphrodite sags, but straightaway reaches out and grabs the elf.

The fairy was not embarrassed.

Aphrodite kissed the face of such a fairy.

"E. Vern. With reference to FIG. Station. City. You. Okay. Okay. Uh, yo. Ah, Re. S.!"

She spoke Korean literally and literally.

Ares, God of War and Lord of Lords, is one of the 12 Olympus.

However, they did not receive such respect for Olympus 12 and were not loved by their parents or by other gods because of their unique ferocity.

Above all, it's called prestige, and even big people can't get into fights over distracting topics.

During the Trojan War, he stood by Hector's side and fought the Greeks, wounded and defeated by the hero Diomedes, who was later defeated by the hero Hercules and ran away in haste, forgetting the face of God.

Ares, along with Hercules, proved to be the son of Zeus.

Even his own daughter was trashy enough to try to rape him.

However, there was a god who loved Ares so useless in so many ways.

Afrodite, the wife of Hephaestus, the blacksmith's god, fell in love with his handsome appearance and was the only one of the gods who loved him.

Like right now.

Fairies, no. Ares replied to Aphrodite, returning to her original form and burying her face above her chest.

"Just because you're going to see Cayron doesn't mean you should call me right away. Cutie?"

"Oh, I've missed you so much!"

Obviously, this was an affair, so they only met secretly when Hephaestus was away.

Aphrodite pushes Ares away and opens her vagina with her legs wide.

And she makes an eloquent voice.

"I'm so wet right now... I can't take it anymore!"

"Haha!"

Ares immediately pulls out his weapon and brings it to Aphrodite's hot, wet vagina.

"Ahn! I'm so excited! Put it in. Give. ♥"

Meanwhile, Aphrodite's husband, Hephaestus, was riding on a bronze carriage led by his own steel rail, and headed toward Cayron on the ground.

He knows.

Every time his wife Aphrodite goes out, she summons Ares and spends her wheat balm!

I didn't know it from the beginning.

No, I just found out about this.

Early in the morning in the sun wagon to light up the night (?)...

"If it wasn't for Apollo, I never would have known! You'll see. I promise!"

Hephaestus urges the steel to roar fiercely.

No matter how hard you use your head, you don't think of a way to avenge them, so you go to Cayron.

Cayron will surely give him the answer.