The Villain of Ancient Greece

After finally hearing the whole story, Lorne’s pupils shook violently as he stared at the crystal bottle in his hand in pure shock.

On its outside was the emblem of the God of Medicine with two snakes coiled around a staff.

The calm smile on his face slowly vanished as his heart started pounding like a war drum.

Future God of Medicine product.

This thing’s effect should be insanely strong, right?

Although he didn’t mind sacrificing himself for the three snakes, considering they were beautiful, Hestia was here, dammit.

No fucking way.

He had to do something.

”Where is Asclepius? When he handed you the medicine, did he leave any message or anything else?”

”He did! He did!”

Hearing the question spat through gritted teeth, Stheno and Euryale shrank their heads.

They frantically searched their bodies and pulled out a crumpled medical note.

It was a thin little booklet.

Lorne snatched it over on instinct, flipped through the illustrated explanations inside, and instantly froze.

What the drawings showed was...

What the actual fuck is this?

He could not stop himself from flipping through it at lightning speed, his face turning pitch black as he cursed nonstop inside his head.

On the parchment, strips of twisted purple-red long worms coiled and intertwined together in all kinds of distorted positions.

Even weirder, the tips of these long worms had heads that looked suspiciously like human females, and they were flicking out forked snake tongues.

Overall it was extremely abstract and fucked-up.

It made Lorne seriously wonder if he had accidentally picked up some Cthulhu-style textbook illustration from ”Secrets of the Worms” or something, the kind that would drain your sanity just by looking at it.

Fortunately, there were written explanations as well.

”The mating methods and duration of snake-type divine monsters are unknown. However, through observation, it has been learned that snake species mating lasts quite a long time. Similar positions from experience can be referenced to accelerate the process.

Figure One: Giant Serpent Coiling Roots.

The male often uses its residual hind limbs to scratch the female to attract attention. During copulation, only one side is used for insertion while the other side serves a holding role.

Figure Two...”

Hm?

Lorne seemed to realize something as he closed the booklet and looked at the cover.

The crooked, twisted font looked exactly like a reptile that had dipped itself in ink and crawled wildly across the paper.

It had a very distinctive style and made him seriously doubt Asclepius’s mental state when he wrote this medical advice.

In the end, relying on pure feeling and experience, he read the title out word by word.

”Snake... Species... Mating... Advice... Manual…”

”Mating?”

The two beautiful snake women who had only glanced at the medical note earlier suddenly understood as they slammed their right fists into their left palms.

So those coiled things sticking their tongues out at them were not earthworms or worms at all.

They were snakes!

Wait a minute!

Suddenly Stheno and Euryale realized something.

They jerked their heads up in shock and stared at the little booklet.

Snake Species Mating Advice Manual?

What the fuck use do we have for something like this?

In the eerie silence that followed, all three of their faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

”I... I feel a little hot...”

A suppressed murmur came from behind.

Lorne subconsciously turned his head and saw Medusa with flushed cheeks.

Her body was twisting uncomfortably, her crystal-clear fair skin already blooming with an alluring rose-red flush, and her eyes were gradually turning hazy with lust.

Those purple-red snake pupils were unfocused and hazy, yet overflowing with raw, intense desire, shimmering like a pool of molten fire, waves of restless hunger rippling within them as if reason itself had melted away.

No man alive could remain calm in front of a woman like this.

”Anna, why are you also...”

”Um... the food and snacks she ate earlier also contained some...”

Stheno and Euryale explained weakly, sticking out their tongues to vent the unstoppable heat raging inside their bodies.

Snacks? Meals? Ointment?

Lorne looked at the now-empty boxes in front of the bed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed hard.

It seemed he had used every single one of them...

Medusa, who had been affected the earliest, was already showing such an obvious reaction.

Then what about the rest of them?

The three people who had dug this pit for each other stared at one another darkly, feeling their blood surging wildly, even their breathing carrying a pink tint.

The gazes they exchanged slowly filled with scorching heat.

At the same time, the blood inside their bodies boiled like magma and rushed madly toward certain throbbing organs.

”Lo...Lorne...I’m so hot...”

Amid the hazy, needy murmurs still echoing from the chamber, a tall and coldly beautiful figure stumbled straight into the arms of the only man before her.

Pressing her soul-stirring body against him, making him burn in need as he took a look at her.

Not seeing her for a while, she had fully grown into the Siren, who could hook a man’s soul away.

Those long, powerful legs that seemed endless, hips that flared wide and fertile beneath a waist so narrow a man could span it with both hands, and full, heavy breasts that strained against the torn remnants of her chiton like they were desperate to break free.

The fabric had already slipped low, one whole shoulder completely bare, the neckline sagging just enough to reveal the inner curves of those magnificent tits, creamy white skin flushed a deep, feverish rose from the aphrodisiac raging through her veins.

He could even feel her stiff nipples, poking obscenely against the thin cloth, visibly throbbing with every frantic heartbeat.

Her skin was like polished marble kissed by moonlight, yet burning hot to the touch, slick with a light sheen of sweat that made every curve gleam.

Long, serpentine strands of her hair writhed and hissed softly around her face and shoulders, but they moved lazily now, almost lovingly, as if drunk on the same lust that consumed their mistress.

And her face.

Let’s not mention something known to everyone.

She was Medusa, the one who was said to have made Athena jealous of her beauty.

Words could not define just how beautiful she was.

At this moment, that perfect face was flushed in drunken desire.

Luscious mouth parted on desperate gasps, and those eyes… gods, those eyes.

Dazed, slitted purple-red snake pupils, vertical and glowing like twin pools of molten lava, overflowed with raw, animal need.

The scorching breath spraying from her mouth brought a burning sensation against his skin as she collapsed into him, all that tall, voluptuous body molding instantly to his frame like liquid sin.

Her massive breasts crushed against his chest, soft and heavy and scalding through the ruined cloth, nipples dragging like brands as she writhed helplessly.

Her hips rolled forward on pure instinct, grinding her soaked core against his thigh with a broken little moan that sounded almost painful.

The aphrodisiac had turned her into pure, walking temptation; her sweet scent of myrrh and musk, mixed with the raw heat of feminine arousal, was so thick in the air that it fogged his mind.

Perfection was leaning against him.

Warm.

Soft.

Breathing.

Can a man refuse Medusa?

Impossible.

Her trembling fingers clawed at his shoulders, those burning snake-eyes locking onto his with delirious intensity as another needy whimper tore from her throat. Her snakes coiled and uncoiled in sensual waves around them both, brushing his skin like silken whips.

Fuck Anna.

This is going to fucking kill me.

No... if he stayed any longer, he was absolutely screwed.

Just as Lorne was desperately trying to fend her off, his feet slipped as he staggered and crashed down.

He turned his head and saw the two purple-red snake tails wrapped tightly around his ankles that had tripped him.

Behind them, Stheno and Euryale were swaying their waists and slithering straight toward him.

The twisted illustrations from that bizarre medical manual flashed through his mind.

He did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Fuck! Giant Serpent Coiling Roots!

They are copying it on the spot, huh?

It seemed that because the patients seeking medicine were Stheno and Euryale, the drug Asclepius prescribed worked especially powerfully on snake species.

At this very moment, Medusa, who had eaten it first, together with Stheno and Euryale, who had drunk the most, all swarmed forward at once and pinned down the only male in the room.

Seeing that the situation had completely spiraled out of control, Lorne simply hardened his heart.

Then grabbed all three beautiful snake women who were rubbing and grinding all over him and hurled them straight onto the bed.

Fuck it. Time to detox first!

Buzz!

Several Hermes runes descended.

The protective spells around the small house activated instantly. Lines of glowing runes formed a complete sealing light curtain that locked the entire building shut from the outside in.

Under the constant assault of the pink medicine, the pink mist produced by their heavy breathing and sweat grew thicker at a visible rate.

With its strange properties, it blended and mixed with the ether in the air, completely transforming the sealed space into a love nest overflowing with raw desire.

Meanwhile, on the floor, the crumpled little booklet flipped open with a rustle, revealing the final warning.

The spiritual medicine named after ”love” came from the hands of a certain physician well-versed in pharmacy.

Its potency was so strong that even gods could not resist it.

However, if you wish to take it, please be extremely careful.

For the emotions hidden deep in the heart will turn into uncontrollable, ferocious love and burn both you and the person you cherish to ashes...

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NSFW Below...

The Gorgons trembled as the nectar hit their blood.

Their faces, already beautiful in that sharp, dangerous way, flushed crimson. Snakes’ hair hissed and writhed like living whips of desire as they pounced on him.

Soon, the clothes were torn apart.

Stheno shoved Lorne onto the silk-covered stone altar first, climbing him like a starving cat.

Although a virgin, who had never even seen a cock before, she knew exactly what to do.

Riding on his crotch, she grabbed his rock-hard shaft, opened her virgin-tight, slick beyond reason, and slammed herself down onto his thick cock with a broken cry.

Her walls clamped like a vice, fluttering wildly, letting out a cry—pain or pleasure, no one knew.

Under the effect of the aphrodisiac, only her instinct took over.

She rode him hard, hips snapping, small tits bouncing, and snake hair lashing his chest.

Meanwhile, Euryale wasn’t waiting.

She straddled his face, grinding her soaked pussy against him, desperate for pleasure.

Meanwhile, seeing his Anna, not finding enough space, and comforting herself, Lorne couldn’t help it as he cupped her face and leaned forward.

”Mmmmm…”

Her voice cut off in a whimper when his tongue speared into her.

Instinctively closing her eyes, she responded to fervent passion, showing him how much she loved him, as their tongues wrestled, swallowing saliva, while the petite goddess continued to ride him hard, taking his cock to her cervix.

She was just as small, just as desperate, grinding and sobbing as she came within seconds, flooding his cock.

Meanwhile, Euryale continued to grind against him uncomfortably, aching for her turn.

Fortunately, it came soon.

Just as her sister collapsed in exhaustion after a long climax, she shoved her away and sat on the exact same spot, taking him deep inside her virgin walls.

While a petite Gorgon was riding him, Lorne didn’t make things difficult for the beauty kissing him.

Seeing that she was getting too uncomfortable, too hot due to the aphrodisiac, he stretched out his palm and thrust his fingers inside Medusa’s narrow cunt, bringing out her nectar.

While his tongue mingled with hers, his fingers wriggled inside her cunt, trying their best to relieve the uncomfortable ache inside her body.

However, some things should be done by someone.

Fingers can’t take the main job...

”Lorne...Lorne...Please...I…”

As she whimpered against him, Lorne melted.

After all, this girl was too precious to be tormented like that.

Even in madness, she was so very considerate of him, begging for his permission, unlike the other vixen, who had taken him for some sex toy.

This girl was a born temptress.

Perfect lips, luminous green-gold eyes, cheekbones carved by the gods themselves, and a body that was every mortal fantasy given divine flesh: full, heavy breasts, a waist you could span with two hands, hips that flared into an ass that begged to be gripped, and long, endless legs.

Her snake hair moved like silk, caressing rather than striking.

When Euryale finally shattered and collapsed, Lorne pulled her away and then grabbed Medusa onto his lap, her thick ass pressing against his cock.

Looking at the gorgeous beauty, he leaned forward, took her lips again, lifted her up slightly, and then pulled her down onto his prick, deeper and deeper.

”Mmmm...” As she groaned against his mouth, biting his lips in pain, his cock finally tore her hymen, claiming this beauty he’d always wanted.

Even lost to the aphrodisiac, he didn’t become a beast in heat, no matter how much her teary beauty promoted him to become one.

So gentle, so beautiful, making one want to ruin her.

Many thoughts came to his mind as her walls hugged him like warm velvet, rippling in perfect rhythm.

He desperately tried to be gentle, to not be a beast; however, when she leaned forward, breasts pressing to his chest, and kissed him like she was drowning and he was air. ”Lorne… My Lorne...” she whispered against his lips between moans, riding him deep and slow even while her sisters crawled over them both, licking, biting, and grinding wherever they could reach; there was no way he could hold back...

And he did not.

Well...he couldn’t remember the rest, except that he fucked and fucked, relentlessly, each thrust deeper and wilder than the previous one.

When he felt she couldn’t handle it, he switched to the two vixens, who were already all over him, fucking the Gorgons, feared for their cruelty, senseless.

The three took turns bouncing on his cock until their thighs shook and their voices gave out.

He did give special treatment to his Anna.

Kissing her whenever he felt like she was feeling left out, squeezing her tits, filling her cunt until she came so hard her vision whited out.

He made love to her like she deserved.

Every thrust was measured, angled to stroke that spot inside her that made her back arch and her snake hair curl around his shoulders like loving arms.

He kissed her eyelids, her throat, and the sensitive place beneath her ear and sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling as he rocked into her, making her tremble in need.

She came with a soft, broken cry, tears slipping down her temples.

When he spilled inside her, she sobbed in relief, body milking every drop while her sisters licked the overflow from where they were joined.

Seeing such blatant favoritism, the two troublemakers couldn’t hold it back, hissing with jealous fire in her eyes.

Lorne wasn’t in the mood to care about them.

After all, Anna was his designated wife; as for them, well...they could barely be bridesmaids.

However, seeing them disturb their lovemaking session, he could only teach them a lesson.

Lorne pulled out of Medusa with a wet sound, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined release.

He grabbed Stheno by the ankle and yanked her, and then, with one brutal thrust, buried himself to the hilt in her tiny cunt as she screamed in pleasure.

He fucked her—hard, fast, relentless—pounding her until her eyes rolled back and she squirted around him in messy, shaking spurts.

Euryale got the same treatment next.

He bent her over Medusa’s still-trembling body and took her from behind, one hand fisted in her snake hair, the other slapping her tight ass red while he railed her senseless.

They came so hard that they sobbed.

But the moment he pulled out, they were crawling back, begging for more.

The cavern echoed with wet slaps, broken cries, and the constant wet sounds of three dripping cunts being filled again and again.

After so much relentless fucking, well, Lorne was clear-headed, but the Gorgons… were not.

The aphrodisiac still raged in their divine blood, so they had no choice but to continue.

So, he fucked and fucked...

(End of this chapter)