God of thunder Part 1 ...

As the hope of heroes began to crumble, David found himself reveling in their downfall. A sinister satisfaction coursed through him, but somewhere far above, in the realm of the gods, there were those who did not share his joy. The grand palace, standing tall with celestial brilliance, now bore an air of unease. Within the halls of divinity, at a vast circular table adorned with golden engravings, the false god smirked as he addressed his gathered wives.

"Tch, tch, tch… How could this happen? The one we chose, the one we so carefully molded into a so-called hero, is failing. And now, chaos unfolds because of those stupid motherfuckers parading around unchecked, ruining our plans."

The wives of the false god, regal and powerful in their own right, exchanged uneasy glances. The God of Thunder, a striking woman with storm-gray eyes and a body sculpted by divine perfection, stood up abruptly. "The heroes should have covered their tracks. Something—or someone—has tricked them, exposed them."

The false god tapped his fingers against the table, a slow, deliberate rhythm. Then, with a chuckle, he leaned back. "So, someone is interfering. But who? A mere human? Or perhaps one of our own?"

Gasps rippled through the room. Suspicion hung thick in the air. Then, with an exaggerated laugh, he waved his hand. "I jest, my dear wives! I know none of you would betray me."

The God of Thunder relaxed, though a shadow of doubt still lingered in her gaze. The false god turned to her with a knowing smirk. "You may enter the human realm. Find out what is happening and ensure this chaos does not spread any further."

The meeting was dismissed, and the gods retreated to their respective chambers. The God of Thunder, her mind restless with thoughts of the mortal world, entered her grand bathing chamber. A vast pool of steaming water awaited her, scented with exotic perfumes, delicate flowers floating upon its shimmering surface.

She sighed, letting her silken robes slip from her flawless body, revealing curves sculpted by the heavens themselves. As she lowered herself into the hot bath, the tension in her muscles melted away. The moment was brief, for soon, she felt strong, familiar hands press against her shoulders.

"My dear darling," the false god's voice rumbled near her ear, his touch firm yet teasing. "I know I have given you a heavy task, but as my most trusted, my most beloved, I am certain you can handle it."

The God of Thunder let out a soft, sultry chuckle. "No, no, my love. This is no mere task given by a husband. This is a favor I gladly do for you."

His smirk deepened. "Ah, how sweet my hot, sexy wife is." He slid into the bath, his toned body glistening in the candlelit chamber. The warm water rippled around them as he pulled her close, capturing her lips in a kiss so deep it left them both breathless. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them rising as his hands explored her soft curves.

His fingers found her ample breasts, kneading them slowly, eliciting a moan from her lips. "Mmm… my love," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Her hand slipped below the water's surface, grasping his hardened length, stroking him with a slow, torturous rhythm. The god groaned, his grip tightening on her supple flesh as he returned the favor, his touch igniting every nerve in her body.

Their passion escalated, lips meeting in hungry kisses as she arched against him, her body begging for more. He lifted her effortlessly from the water, carrying her dripping, naked form to the grand bedchamber. Laying her down upon the silk-covered mattress, he hovered over her, his dark eyes filled with lust.

"Thank you for the meal," he murmured with a smirk before descending upon her. His mouth trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, savoring every inch of her divine body. She writhed beneath him, moaning in ecstasy as he finally claimed her, their bodies moving in a primal, desperate rhythm.

Her voluptuous breasts bounced with each thrust, her nails raking down his back as pleasure built within her. Their moans filled the chamber, the bed creaking beneath their fervor. He shifted their positions, pulling her onto his lap, watching as she rode him with unrestrained passion, her hips moving in intoxicating waves. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, drove him to the edge.

He kissed the valley between her breasts before rolling her onto her stomach, his hands gripping her waist as he entered her again, the angle forcing a sharp cry of pleasure from her lips. His thrusts deepened, his body claiming hers completely as she gasped and whimpered beneath him, each motion sending waves of ecstasy through them both.

"I… I can't hold back," he groaned.

"Do it!" she gasped. "Fill me, my love!"

With a final thrust, he released inside her, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She collapsed against him, panting, sated. He kissed her forehead tenderly before tucking the silk covers around her exhausted form. As she drifted into sleep, he slipped away, leaving the chamber with a satisfied smirk.

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Meanwhile, on Earth, David emerged from his morning bath, dressing swiftly before heading to the coffee shop. The warmth of the cup in his hand did little to thaw the storm brewing within him. He purchased cakes and donuts, simple gifts meant for Ruby, before teleporting to the orphanage. Their training commenced, grueling as always, but Ruby was growing stronger. She had learned to conjure a protective magic shield, a skill hard-won through sweat and perseverance.

After hours of relentless practice, they collapsed onto the grass, sharing their treats. Ruby's eyes sparkled with delight as she bit into a soft donut, her innocent joy momentarily easing the darkness in David's heart. Watching her, he felt a rare flicker of peace.

But peace was fleeting.

The air around him thickened, an unnatural presence pressing against his mind. The voice of the God Eternal, the deity who had bestowed power upon him, resonated within him.

"So, you live a happy life while still sowing chaos?" the god mused. "Interesting."

David exhaled slowly, the flicker of peace extinguished. "I am only halfway through my path," he murmured.

"I sense them," Eternal continued, his voice laced with malice. "Those motherfuckers who dare call themselves gods… they are here, on Earth."

David's fingers curled into fists. Rage boiled within him. "Who do you sense?"

"The God of Thunder."

A slow, cruel smile spread across David's lips. His blood burned with vengeance. "Well, well, well… Let her come. I already know why she's here."