The city did not sleep peacefully that night.
Whispers spread like oil over water.
A priestess had faltered.
A sacred vow fractured beneath moonlight.
And above the temple, clouds had coiled without storm.
Alexandros felt it before dawn.
A shift in pressure.
Lust Perception pulsed strangely — not warm this time.
Cold.
Predatory.
A notification burned across his vision:
Hostile Divine Influence Detected.Domain Signature Identified: Hunt.
The air outside his chamber stilled.
Then—
Footsteps.
Light.
Measured.
Not mortal in rhythm.
He rose from his bed slowly, pulling a linen cloak over his shoulders.
The wooden door slid open without a knock.
She stood framed in pale morning light.
Tall. Silver-eyed. Cloaked in hunter's leather rather than silk. A bow rested across her back, carved from pale wood that shimmered faintly.
Her presence was not seductive.
It was sharpened steel.
His system scanned.
Name: LykaonéStatus: Chosen HuntressDivine Affiliation: ArtemisPurity Oath: AbsoluteResistance to Temptation: 92%Hostility Index: Rising
So.
This was no coincidence.
"You are Alexandros," she said flatly.
"I am."
Her gaze did not waver.
"You defiled sacred ground."
He tilted his head slightly. Calm. Curious.
"Did I?"
Her jaw tightened.
"The goddess felt it. The fracture."
A faint red alert blinked in his vision.
Warning: Artemis' Domain Disturbed.Engagement Risk: Extreme.
He studied her posture carefully.
Rigid.
Disciplined.
But beneath that —
His system caught something else.
A flicker.
Not desire.
Conflict.
Suppressed Emotion Detected: Doubt.
Interesting.
"Why send you?" he asked quietly. "Why not strike me down herself?"
Her eyes flashed silver.
"You are not yet worthy of divine arrows."
Yet.
That word lingered.
So this was a test.
Not execution.
His mind moved quickly.
Artemis despised corruption.
Despised men who preyed upon maidens.
If he approached her huntress directly with lust, he would die.
This required precision.
Outside, dawn light spilled over the marble streets.
Lykaoné stepped closer.
The pressure in the air tightened.
"You will leave this city," she said. "Now."
"And if I refuse?"
Her hand drifted casually toward her bow.
"Then I make an example."
The system pulsed urgently.
High-Risk Target.Reward Multiplier x4 if Oath is Broken.Failure Result: Probable Death.
His pulse remained steady.
Because this was no longer about indulgence.
This was about proving something to Olympus.
He stepped closer.
Not invading.
Just enough to shift proximity.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Careful."
"You hunt beasts," he said quietly. "And yet you stand here negotiating."
A fractional hitch in her breath.
Resistance: 92% → 89%
There.
A crack.
He didn't push further physically.
Instead, he shifted tone.
Lower.
More intimate — but not overtly lustful.
"You serve purity," he continued softly. "But purity is defined by what it resists."
The words lingered between them.
Her fingers tightened on the bowstring slightly.
"Silence," she snapped.
But the system flashed:
Cognitive Disruption Successful.
He stepped half a pace closer.
Now close enough to feel her body heat beneath the leather armor.
The air grew charged.
Silver light shimmered faintly across her irises.
A warning from Olympus.
He could feel it.
This was a razor's edge.
If he miscalculated, an arrow would pierce his throat before he exhaled again.
But the system thrummed with opportunity.
He reached up slowly —
Not to grab.
Not to dominate.
Just to brush a loose strand of silver hair from her face.
Her breath stalled.
His hand slowly grabbing her ass tightly.
Her resistance plummeted suddenly — not steadily like the others.
It snapped.
Because doubt is more volatile than curiosity.
She kisses him and pushes her tongue deep into his mouth.
Her arms around his neck.
"Please...take me..."
With one simply movement he undressed her.
"You seem...good at...undressing."
Then, his hand slides to the pussy, he massages her clit in circular motion.
Two fingers enter her pussy, quickly he finds her g point.
"Y-yes...exactly there..."
But, now he pulls his fingers out.
"Do you want to come alone? How rude."
"No, no...sorry...maybe its now...my turn..."
Her hand under his cloths she realizes what actually there is hid.
Out of pure curiosity she underesses him and sees his cock.
"Come, lets get started."
Both of his arms go between her quads, he lifts her up presses against the wall.
Controll.
Something she couldn´t have less right now.
The tip of his cock touches her entrance.
Once before he enters, he looks into her face.
Blushing.
But ready and needy.
With an strong thrust he enters her, he stays still.
No more moving.
A few moments later of not moving anyomore "Is everything okay?"
He looks up with an sadistic look.
"Hehe...are you getting impatient? Do you need my cock?"
Before she answers, thrusts her once and even harder.
"YES! ...YES! I...I...need it..."
Slowly his cock goes deep into her and then out.
But his sadistic game wasn´t over, he progressivlely becomes faster.
Faster.
Faster.
So fast that her tits swing around like she gets throwed around.
"Ahh..."
Something happened that never happened before to him, he came before her!
Slowly, he lets her down to the ground.
"W-what? You just put your babies inside me and that´s it?"
A small smile forms on his face.
He slaps her.
"What did you say? You said i was done?"
His cock already rock hard.
Pushing her against the wall and choke, lifting up a leg of hers.
She tries to get away, but he and his cock are too strong.
Her hip and ass start to tremble.
Suddenly, she squirts and whole sea out at him. He cums again into her pussy.
[Oath of purity challenged. Internal conflict intensifies. Divine presence trembles.][Energy harvested at amplified yield.]
The sky split.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
A beam of silver light struck the courtyard outside his chamber.
Columns cracked.
Marble shattered.
Above them, the clouds churned violently.
A feminine fury radiated across the heavens.
Lykaoné staggered back first.
Not from him.
From the sky.
Her silver eyes flickered with horror.
"What have you—"
The system roared in his vision.
Major Divine Oath Broken.Hedon Points Gained: +1800Rank Up: Vessel Initiate → Herald of Indulgence
Power cascaded through him in a tidal wave.
Not subtle influence anymore.
Presence.
His aura expanded violently outward before stabilizing.
The ground beneath the city trembled.
A distant chorus of wolves howled in synchronized rage.
Red text dominated his sight.
Artemis' Wrath: Activated.Divine Hunt Flag Assigned to Host.
Lykaoné fell to one knee, trembling.
"She will not forgive this…" she whispered.
Alexandros looked toward the sky calmly — even as pressure descended like a mountain.
For the first time—
A divine voice thundered through the air.
Not laughter.
Not amusement.
Judgment.
And beneath it—
Another sound.
Wine-soaked laughter, rich and entertained.
Somewhere in Olympus, the game had become interesting.
He exhaled slowly.
So this was the next stage.
He was no longer an experiment in a small city.
He was a disruption.
Marked by a goddess of the hunt.
And that meant—
Others would come.
The system flickered once more.
New Objective Unlocked:Survive the Divine Hunt.
Alexandros' lips curved faintly.
Let them chase.
The city felt different by midday.
Not louder.
Quieter.
Doors closed sooner. Conversations hushed when Alexandros passed. Even the market vendors avoided meeting his eyes for long.
They could not see the system.
But they could feel the shift.
Above his vision, a silver sigil pulsed faintly.
A crescent mark.
Divine Hunt Status: ActiveHunter-Class Entities May Engage Without Warning.
He walked openly through the marble streets anyway.
Running would signal fear.
And fear invited pursuit.
A low vibration brushed the edge of his awareness — not warmth like lust, not sharp like hostility.
Something else.
Authority.
Heavy. Oiled with wine and thunder.
A new presence layered over the world.
That night, he was summoned.
Not by priests.
Not by guards.
By invitation.
A servant approached at dusk, trembling slightly as he handed Alexandros a scroll sealed in deep crimson wax.
The sigil pressed into it made the air hum faintly.
A vine-wrapped thyrsus staff.
He broke the seal calmly.
Come to the amphitheater after moonrise.Let us see what chaos tastes like in person.
No signature was needed.
Amphitheater — Moonrise
The circular stone arena stood empty.
Torchlight flickered along the upper tiers.
Wine jars lay scattered across the sand as though some celebration had been interrupted.
Or prepared.
Alexandros stepped into the center.
The air smelled of crushed grapes and incense.
Laughter echoed.
Low.
Rich.
And suddenly—
The world tilted.
The torches burned purple.
The sky above darkened unnaturally.
And seated casually atop the highest marble tier was a figure crowned with ivy, draped in flowing, careless silk.
Eyes glittering with wild amusement.
Dionysus.
Not distant.
Not symbolic.
Present.
"Well," the god said lazily, swirling a cup of wine that never emptied. "You certainly made my sister furious."
Alexandros did not kneel.
He inclined his head just enough to acknowledge power.
"You marked sacred ground," Dionysus continued, lips curving. "You cracked a vow sworn under silver moonlight."
A pause.
"And you survived."
The amphitheater rippled as if reality were liquid.
"You interest me."
The system trembled violently.
Direct Divine Proximity Detected.Energy Output Increasing.
Dionysus stood.
In an instant, he was in front of Alexandros.
Too close.
Too sudden.
A hand lifted his chin lightly — not cruel, not gentle.
Assessing.
"You understand the rules quicker than the others did," the god murmured.
Others.
So the rumors were true.
"You feed us beautifully," Dionysus continued. "But you do it… with intention."
The system flickered.
A hidden tab glitched briefly.
Alexandros saw it clearly for the first time:
Divine Essence Transfer: 63% Routed to Olympus
So it was real.
Harvested pleasure flowed upward.
He was a conduit.
Dionysus watched his expression carefully.
And laughed.
"Oh, you figured that part out?"
The arena trembled with amusement.
"You are not angry," the god observed.
"No," Alexandros replied evenly.
"Good."
Dionysus clapped once.
The sand of the arena shifted.
From the shadows stepped a woman cloaked in crimson silk rather than white or leather.
Her presence felt different from the huntress.
Not purity.
Not devotion.
Fire.
His system scanned instinctively.
Name: MyrrhineStatus: Maenad — Devotee of DionysusDevotion Level: EcstaticResistance to Temptation: 41%State: Heightened Frenzy
"Let us test something," Dionysus said lightly.
The air thickened.
Music echoed from nowhere.
Wine jars shattered on their own.
Purple mist curled around the arena floor.
"This one is mine," the god continued. "Bound to my ecstasy. Let us see whether your influence bends mine."
A divine experiment.
The system flared brilliantly.
Divine Domain Interaction Opportunity.Potential Skill Evolution: Domain Contamination.
Myrrhine approached Alexandros slowly.
Eyes glazed with intoxicated devotion.
But unlike mortals—
Her pleasure was already claimed by a god.
This wasn't simple indulgence.
This was trespass.
Dionysus leaned back casually against an invisible force in midair, watching like a patron at a spectacle.
"Well?" he prompted.
Alexandros stepped forward.
Not reckless.
Deliberate.
Myrrhine's breath quickened.
Wine-scented air wrapped around them both.
The system surged.
"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you like that you are not able to move or even are able to form a thought afterwards."
She raises one of her eye brows.
"What? You think you are able?"
Nodding confidently her expression turns curious.
"Hmm...proof it! Undress yourself, i need to see your cock!"
A few moments later seeing his cock, she can´t stand it anymore.
"O-okay...you can try...but this doesn´t mean anything!"
"Hehe..." Grabs her ass and plays a little with her pussy.
"So...what position...do you want to try..."
While waiting for an answer she closes her eyes, what an mistake.
He lifts her up and turns her upside down against a wall.
"Hehe...still so arrogant?" While holding his cock in her face.
Right as she wants to touch it, he thrust it into her mouth.
All this while he eats her pussy and buries his face into her ass.
Touching her neck he feels his cock deep in her throat.
Such an big thing in her mouth, her tears come.
"Your pussy...it stinks...its taste isn´t very good...but I like it. And do you like my cock?"
Only nodding, not being able to say a word.
Out of nothing, he lets his giant load into his mouth.
She falls to the ground, still upside down and leaning against the wall.
Seeing her pink asshole, he gets hard instantly again.
Not thinking twice he lays her with her belly to the ground and sticks his cock in.
She does not move, exactly like he said.
Only moans.
And then, she is allowed to get another load of him into her asshole.
[Divine ecstasy challenged. Frenzy meets controlled temptation.][Energy clash between mortal system and divine domain.]
The amphitheater exploded with purple light.
Wine turned briefly to flame.
Myrrhine collapsed into the sand, trembling — her devotion no longer purely Dionysian.
The system roared in triumph.
Domain Interference Successful.Skill Acquired: Ecstatic ResonanceAllows temporary siphoning of pleasure from divine-aligned followers.Efficiency: 12%
Dionysus stared.
Then—
Laughed harder than before.
"Oh, you are going to cause problems."
His gaze sharpened slightly now — less playful, more aware.
"You did not just indulge," he said. "You redirected."
The hidden stat pulsed again.
Divine Amusement Level: Elevated
"You are feeding us," Dionysus continued softly. "But you are also learning how the feeding works."
The sky above flickered gold briefly — another presence noticing.
Thunder rolled faintly across distant clouds.
Dionysus smiled sideways.
"Careful," he murmured. "When you start touching divine domains, others grow less amused."
He stepped backward into shadow.
"And when the King grows curious…"
The amphitheater snapped back to normal.
Torches returned to ordinary flame.
Wine became simply wine.
Myrrhine lay unconscious in the sand, breathing softly.
Alexandros stood alone.
But the system shimmered with new clarity.
He was no longer just corrupting mortals.
He had just bent a thread belonging to a god.
Above his interface:
Divine Hunt Intensifying.New Entity Entering Region Soon.
Not Artemis.
Not Dionysus.
Something heavier.
Older.
More dangerous.
Alexandros looked toward the distant silhouette of Mount Olympus.
And for the first time—
He smiled not from calculation.
But anticipation.