The great kingdom of gods was a sight that mere mortals couldn't gaze at in their entire lifetimes. Perfection was at its extremity and bliss raining down as if Mother Nature was showering its love on to this world. The mesmerizing Kingdom of gods was a colorful world full of natural order and powerful individuals who could call wind and rain with the wave of their hands. Just a gesture from them was enough to lay waste to countless mortal worlds but the ignorant mortals lived a carefree life unaware that their pathetic lives were at the disposal of a mere whim of these countless gods that populated the Kingdom of gods.
Although it appeared as if the Kingdom of gods was a world away from mortal rules and restrictions, it was not so in reality. The rules here were more like eternal laws that couldn't be broken. Only the strongest individuals had the strength to create and break rules. Even the Kingdom of gods was not away from the hierarchical structure like that of the mortals. It seemed that whether it was the mortal world or the Divine world, strength ruled above all and weak could not defy the strong without getting stronger themselves.
As if to extrapolate on the same statement, a scene that displayed the powerlessness of these divine beings was stretched out at the edge of the divine world facing the sky grazing mountains. Huge whirlpools that looked like they were capable of devouring everything in their entirety lay next to the sky grazing mountain. They were akin to gaping mouths which would remain hungry no matter how much they were fed. There were a total of six whirlpools each of which represented a path of reincarnation that a soul could take towards their next life.
In front of one of the reincarnation tunnel a scene displaying the hopelessness of these divine beings was being drawn. A man was being escorted to by two huge and burly men on his either side. Both the escorts were covered in silvery armor that was shining brightly as if made out of bright moonlight. They had both donned the same armor that was the symbol of the divine army of the cosmic emperor. They were both divine soldiers who were responsible for escorting the man till the end.
The man was heavily chained and the weight of those chains was so significant that the chains dragging behind him had a left a deep imprint on the hard mountainous terrain.
The man had been clutched by the chains and his hands had been tied behind him and a log that looked even heavier than chains and stronger than the sky grazing mountain had been inserted between his back and his arms so as to keep him weighed down. All of this had been done to keep the man from escaping.
Even though the norms of the Kingdom of gods were different from the mortal world, the treatment of the god was excessive compared to normal standards as evident from the number of audience that had gathered around him. Some were whispering and some were openly criticizing him but a major group out the audience of the gods and goddesses were in shambles. Some of the goddesses were even shedding tears with puffy eyes and were wailing loudly as if it was their lord husband who was being dragged away.
The audience whispered among themselves while pointing towards the man being dragged and the goddesses who were in tatters over the man in turns.
The man himself didn't look as burdened as the audience. Although he was sweating from the effort that it took for him to barely walk towards the edge of the cliff; his confidence never wavered. Even though his back was bent from all the weight that he was carrying, his stature was erect as if his pride wouldn't be pummeled down by just that little hardship.
The handsome face of the man was hidden by the dust and gruel that had deposited itself on his face as he had lain in captivity day after day. But as he headed towards his reincarnation, there was nary a regret visible on his face. Instead there was almost a smile hanging at the edge of his lips all the time as if there was something amusing happening around him that only he was aware of.
This mysteriousness and cool demeanor was bound to be fatally attractive to the opposite gender. No woman whether mortal or divine could overcome that kind of attraction and was bound to lose her way when in front of this man. The man was after all the god of all that depravity and perverted bodily desires that were common amongst mortals and divine. The symbol that represented the godhood of this man was none other than sex. This man was the god of sex who had caused chaos in the Kingdom of gods by preying on the hearts of countless maiden goddesses, swooning them off their feet and leading them astray like a devil whispering in their ears at all times. Be it married or un-married, all the goddesses loved him for the kind of pleasure and sweet nothings he offered them.
Although there were many goddesses who were willing to shower him with their love and affection, he also received the ire of those hoping to win their favor, husbands who had lost their wives to him, lovers who had lost their partners to his depravity and single gods who found him annoying just because.
Looking at the goddesses who were wailing their eyes out, he found a strange sense of satisfaction. He felt that he had lived his life to the fullest and had enjoyed all the favors that the divine world had to offer.
His eyes suddenly fell on a graceful lady among the audience who was secretly trying to hide her tears that flowed without her approval apparently.
Looking at her puffy eyes and her blushed face, unconsciously he drifted off into a different world. There were no chains around his body other than the fleshy limbs of the goddess wrapped around him in a tight embrace. He moved the curtain of hair that was hiding her face away to take a look at the scenery behind. It was the face of the same goddess who had previously been trying to hide her but it was devoid of any sadness and instead she appeared to be excited beyond normal.
It was a hazy autumn afternoon. Surrounded by dense forestry, it was nothing but quietness. No wind was blowing, no chirping of birds and no leaves moving. It seemed as if all life had come to a stop.
The only sound that the man was capable of hearing was the moans escaping the mouth of the woman in his embrace. All the other sounds had been pushed into the background.
Goddess of lust moaned as the man continued to thrust his body into hers. The scene suggested extreme display of intimacy between two divine beings.
As the frequency and force of the thrusts increased the goddess in his arms threw caution to the wind and moaned even louder.
Even after the goddess of lust was satisfied, she continued to pant heavily as she lay on his chest. She kissed him on his lips passionately and smiled at him for having given her the best experience of her life.
As the man tried to get up after the long session, a slim hand held his arm tightly refusing to let go. The man tried to pry his arm out of her embrace but the goddess held on. The man put on a troubled expression and let out a loud sigh.
"For how long are you going to keep this on?"
The hand holding his arms finally trembled a little and the man successfully pried his arm away.
"It's time for you to let me go or are you planning to stay in this illusion forever?"
The goddess finally burst into tears as the world around them started to crumble and the two of them were back on the mountain; one in chains and the other feeling lonely among the crowd.
This had been one of the abilities of the graceful goddess who was no longer able to hold herself back. The man had recognized it instantly but hadn't called her out on it and had tried to comfort her despite the fact that he was on his way to his demise.