Chapter 168 Milk and Mead of the Two Goddess
Rhea Cave.
At that time, Zeus's biological mother, the goddess Rhea, gave birth to Zeus in this cave.
And now, in this place where Zeus was born, the goddess who held the infant Zeus in her arms was there.
At this time, someone was grabbing the curved horns on his head, supporting his hands on the stone bed, swaying to his heart's content.
After sending Europa back, Amalthea quickly found reasons and excuses, and went out to have a private meeting with Eros.
Such behavior is indeed a different kind of stimulation for both of them.
It was tense and exciting, which made both of them very excited.
Amalthea, who had only promised to help Eros comfort him before, was relieved this time.
If one of the upper and lower mouths is loosened, the other one will naturally not be able to hold it.
Not long after, the two were connected together in the place where Zeus once lived.
Holding Amalthea's curved horns was like holding the steering wheel of a sports car.
The goat goddess embraced everything about Eros, and no matter how violently he drove, it had no effect.
This kind of bottomless tolerance further stimulated Eros to step on the accelerator even harder and more violently.
Each blow was as if it was blasting directly into the depths of the fuel tank, quite forcefully.
In a sense, this is also energy recycling.
“You’re a bad guy, always changing your ways to do bad things.”
Amalthea said angrily, pinching Eros’s hand with her free hand. Face.
“Hiss, don’t bite, it hurts~”
After taking dozens more sips, Eros smacked his lips with satisfaction and stopped eating.
If you eat any more, you'll be full, and your burps will taste like goat's milk.
Lying on the stone bed, Eros looked at the layout of the cave.
This place was banned after Zeus left.
Besides Amalthea and Messari, Eros is probably the only person who came here.
I don’t know what Amalthea was thinking, but she asked him to have a private meeting here.
Is it for multiple stimulation?
Thinking of excitement, the image of another goddess flashed in Eros's mind.
"Huh? You have just been calm for a while, and now you are thinking again?"
Amalthea noticed Eros's reaction and was about to reach out to grasp the evil root. But Eros held his hand.
“No, Amalthea, that’s not what I meant.”
Raising his head and leaning against Amalthea's ear, Eros said a few words tentatively.
After hearing this, Amalthea showed a helpless expression.
"You, why do you want to eat honey? You obviously want it, you are such a bad person."
Although it is a reproach, there is still a deep affection in the tone. The feeling of drowning.
I said I was helpless, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.
Eros knew this very well and showed an expression that Amalthea simply couldn't resist.
“I just want to taste the honey brewed by the goddess Messari herself.”
“I want to taste the honey that is different from ordinary honey wine. "
Such familiar words, Amalthea was in a trance, as if she remembered what Zeus said a long time ago.
She immediately softened her heart and agreed helplessly.
"I know, you are waiting here, I will help you find a way to get rid of her."
"But even if she comes, whether you can get the honey depends on your ability."
After saying that, Amalthea stood up, wrapped herself in a veil, and went directly to find a way for Eros to get Messali.
I didn’t expect that she could actually do it. Eros just said it with the mentality of giving it a try.
After Amalthea left temporarily, Eros sat up and wandered around the former residence of Zeus.
Although there is no need to say much about the relationship between himself and Zeus, Eros always feels that he still knows too little about Zeus.
It is an understanding of personal life apart from personality and style.
Zeus knows him very well, so no matter what aspect, Zeus can always control Eros to death.
As for Eros, he knew too little about Zeus's daily preferences and living habits.
Only by knowing yourself and the other can you be victorious in every battle. Love is like a battlefield. Whoever knows the other person better can take the initiative.
Eros usually made insinuations from Amalthea's mouth to understand what kind of person Zeus was before.
No matter how much you know from other people's mouths, it's not as good as seeing the former residence of Zeus right in front of you.
Although Zeus has not come back to live for a long time, it just so happens that what Eros needs to know is not Zeus as the king of gods. But the ocean goddess Dione from childhood.
Eros sat where Zeus once was, groping to figure out what she had been doing in this dark cave.
Initially, the goddess Rhea gave birth to Zeus and replaced her with a stone to be eaten by Cronus.
The dark cave became the hiding place of Zeus, the original mother goddess Gaia and the ocean god Oceanus, as well as the night goddess Nyx.
The three top gods worked together to help Zeus cover the eyes of Cronus, the king of gods at the time.
Under the wings of the three great gods, Zeus also spent a relatively happy childhood.
On the island of Crete, he was carefully cared for by two wet nurses. He first showed off his skills on the ocean and traveled through the seven seas.
And from the cave where Zeus was born, you can still see some of the original shadow of Zeus.
Just when Eros was thinking about what Zeus must have looked like at that time, the sound of footsteps came from behind him.
Messali, the bee goddess, walked in step by step, shaking her shameful and touching lower body.
Even the Greek loose gauze skirt still outlines the arc and reveals a bit of flesh color when the steps are swaying.
Perhaps because of her figure, when she walks, every step she takes overlaps like a model on the catwalk.
"You little bad boy, what do you want to do by calling me here?"
After seeing Messali's somewhat strange face, Eros was also a little surprised.
He didn't expect Amalthea to be able to get it done so quickly, and he didn't know what kind of medicine she had given her to have such quick effects.
This made Eros not even know how to treat Messali for a moment.
“Huh? Why are you so stunned?”
Seeing that Eros didn't speak, Messali sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her long legs, and raised her eyebrows at Eros.
Her eyebrows are thicker, like the stripes of a bee, and paired with long and seductive eyeliner, they look quite enchanting.
“Didn’t Amalthea say you want to drink the honey I brewed? Why do you dare not speak when I’m here?”
The generous general Los's plan was revealed, and it seemed that Amalthea had no plan at all.
Instead, he told Messari everything directly, but even so, she still came.
"Ahem, although it is true, wouldn't the honey brewed by the goddess herself be a little too precious?"
Eros pretended to decline.
“It’s quite precious. I rarely brew it for others to taste, especially if it’s freshly brewed and drunk~”
Messari is different from Amalthea Yes, Amalthea passively endured everything, but she was proactive and aggressive.
"So do you want to drink it or not? Because of your relationship with Zeus, I am willing to let you drink fresh brew."
Zeus's name was mentioned intentionally or unintentionally, as if Eros was treated like this because he was Zeus's lover.
But what is the truth? Eros doesn’t want to explore it for the time being, and Messari won’t say anything.
“Since the goddess said so, of course I will not refuse.”
Eros readily agreed, and then saw Messali taking out several bottles of nectar from behind with a smile on her face. come out.
Huh? Isn’t this the only fresh brew?
The disappointment was palpable, and Messali couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Don't worry, I will satisfy you."
"Come, sit here."
Messali patted the place next to her, Eros He sat down obediently and sniffed the sweet honey-like scent of the goddess.
The goddess Messari spit out the freshly brewed honey. The sticky honey pulled on the filaments and dripped into Eros' mouth bit by bit.
This honey is full of floral and honey sweetness, and also has the taste of a goddess.
Obviously there was no close contact like when drinking goat milk, but Eros clearly felt a signal from his little universe.
I know how to play, I know how to play.
Obviously there was no contact between lips and tongue, but it was surprisingly felt.
Eros wanted to stand up and bite the small mouth that brewed honey, but he held back.
Because he knew that Messali definitely had more than just this little strength.
After feeding Eros three mouthfuls of sweet honey in this way, the goddess in front of her seemed to be gradually getting drunk.
“Now that I have tasted the honey, let’s taste it again, my fermented honey bar.”
Messari lifted Eros’s head and squatted on it On the stone bed, he poured the collected nectar on himself.
The nectar flows slowly downward along the body curve, holding the gauze skirt tightly to the body.
Finally, following the guidance of Messali's fingers, it merged into the mysterious garden and mixed with another kind of nectar.
With the stirring of your fingers, it gradually begins to turn into a watery and somewhat viscous mead.
"Sa, don't waste it, but drink it cleanly~"
It's just a mouthful of honey, there shouldn't be any problem...right?
(End of this chapter)