Considering how ruby the goddess's cheeks had turned and how hoarse her voice had become, Byron was sure of only one thing. He had no escape. Why would he even want to escape?
He had fallen unconscious and was waiting for his body to recover. Devouring the goddamned goddess was all he had to do to pass time. That's why he didn't allow her to answer his question.
"Tame them? That will be... ah~ ah! tough guy!"
His sudden moves on her butt forced her to curve her body, sticking the said butt in the air for his fingers to have access on her flower which was dripping with a delicious liquid only Byron had once took a sip on.
However, his little brother was already on the verge of tearing his trousers apart. That's why Byron pushed the hot goddess on her knees, grabbing her soft hair violently so he could direct the little sibling into her mouth.
"You never disappoint me, tough guy!" the hot goddess said as she unwrapped Byron's little brother.
The little sibling, now free, stood majestically, his one eye staring directly at the hot goddess's damp lips. The following moment, only wet sloppy sounds and Byron's moans as the goddess unleashed all her techniques was all could be heard around the endless white expanse.
***
Satisfied by his deeds, Byron fell onto the Goddess of Beauty who lay on the bed trembling after Byron drove her to a third orgasm. He was too tired to even pull the little sibling out of her sweet flower. Why would he even pull him out. It's the goddess who was orgasming. Byron needed a few more minutes to erupt.
It's not that Byron could not do more rounds. It's only that each round they had done had took 40 to 50 minutes. It's been around three hours, Byron banging her from every direction without tire and orgasm. This was the effect of receiving a few Droplets of Desires.
What if I have drank the whole glass?
'Gods!'
This made Byron realize how badly he really needed to tame those Venomous Beauties. If his stamina and lust were going to keep increasing by each Droplet of Desires he would drink, the Goddess of Beauty would not be able to satisfy him anymore.
Their would be a need for back ups.
'Now I can understand why God of Desires would kill his partners during the deed without even realizing it.'
A few minutes passed, both him and the goddess unable to move from their current positions.
"Tough guy, thank you!"
Now, Byron could feel that his body had regained a few droplets of strength. That's why he pulled his log out of her, bringing it closer to her lips.
"Don't thank me yet. You need to have a dessert, right?"
The goddess was a bit ashamed after seeing he was still hungry. Since she was the one who provoked him, it was her job to satisfy him and she had failed.
"Uh... I'm sorry!"
With that, she swallowed his little brother, and push-pulled, her hands caressing his balls. Then, she gulped and struggled to drink the whole lava when he erupted.
"Thank you once again!" she said as she licked her lips.
"You're welcome!"
Byron lay beside her and pulled her in a romantic curdle as if she was a lovely kitten, pulling the white bed sheets over their naked bodies.
...It was time to sleep.
***
"Taming them would be a great idea," said the Goddess of Beauty who was still in his arms, reluctant to let him go.
Byron was now conscious, pretending he was asleep so the Venomous Beauty would not be confused. He had been telling the goddess to let him go but she was not buying it. As an excuse, she decided to talk about the taming thing.
"In fact, once you start growing more powerful," she continued. "The Saints and Gods around the world would feel threatened. Some would even want to kill you so they can absorb your Pigment."
Did Byron hear it incorrect, or the goddess had really said gods from around the world?
"Aren't all gods dead?"
She smiled when she realized what he meant. Before she could say anything, his memories backed him. However, the goddess had already started her narration.
"God is the last level those who drank a god's blood can level up to. First, a person is Normal. Once provoked, he becomes a Follower of a certain god to which the blood he drank is from. He then becomes Blessed, moves on to Priest, Saint and lastly reaches the God level."
"That means they're gods by tittle."
"Not by title," the goddess corrected him. "It's by the level of the powers they have acquired. Their mighty is close to that of gods."
"Why don't they join forces and fight the Goddess of Misery then? She's the one behind the Infection, right?"
This was just Byron's speculation.
"Yeah! I also suspect that Infection is one of her miseries and that it would be great for humankind to defeat her and restore the beauty of their world. However, their mighty is close. It's not of a god. It's close. They can not defeat her. Not that they would even want to join forces. Most are enemies. It's only you who have a chance to become a full god and defeat that evil."
It was a lot to take in so Byron just stared into the Goddess of Beauty's hazel eyes unsure of how to feel about becoming a god and defeating a goddess who won the war of god's first prize.
Their eyes locked for a few seconds, making the goddess blush and lower her gaze with a sheepish smile. It was such a delicious meal to see a goddess shying away.
"Don't make me shy, tough guy!"
"Sorry to disappoint you!"
"That's rude!"
Because Byron was now conscious, he could feel what was going on where his actual body lay. He was in a bubbling bed and the Venomous Beauty's heartbeat was echoing around the... room? cave?
'Whatever!'
He could also feel her hand over his cheek. It was as if she was lying beside him, staring into his closed eyes. All Byron needed to do to know if his guess was right was to open his eyes and leave his Soul Sea. However, he could not afford to disobey the Goddess of Beauty. She wanted him to stay for a little longer and he was bound to ask her for a permission if he wanted to leave.
"Shall I go now?"
"No!"
Following her answer, the goddess leaned in so close to his ear as if about to...
'Damn it!'