*** “I love you.” Tartarus said no more, but looked at Nyx, the goddess of night, with deep tenderness and confessed his love directly.
He had fallen in love with this beautiful goddess from the very moment he saw her.
Tartarus had felt a certain attraction to her from the beginning, whether because of her beautiful face or her alluring and captivating figure.
At the same time, Tartarus admired her character, her speech, and other inner qualities.
“I love you too—I love you very much.” Nyx wrapped her arms around Tartarus’s neck, her eyes flashing with a pink light.
She gently closed her eyes, raised her beautiful chin, and revealed her pink, glossy lips.
Gazing at those tender lips, Tartarus carefully lowered his head and kissed them.
“Mmm~” A soft, pleasant, nasal sound escaped.
For the first time, darkness and the abyss gave unlimited rein to their love and passion.
It was also the first time they had been so close, feeling each other’s warmth and emotions.
At that moment, above the abyss, the night that had coexisted with darkness ceased to be cold, but seemed to transform into countless night spirits, becoming joyful and lively.
Night and darkness shared a common origin, yet they were different.
Darkness, the opposite of light, true darkness, absolute blackness, obscured all things and even the perception of all things.
Night was not the opposite of light and did not represent complete darkness; beneath the veil of darkness, sources of light existed.
At the same time, night also included the concept of time.
Originally, night and darkness, two intangible phenomena, were inseparable and coexisted.
But at this moment, the night of Chaos dispersed, shedding the darkness.
Night descended upon the earth, night descended around the world, and night also fell between the earth and the abyss.
The night of the entire world, filled with a joyful mood, parted before the darkness and plunged rapidly into the abyss.
At that moment, even the abyss, which exuded an aura of terror, seemed to radiate a sense of pleasure.
The essence of darkness and the essence of the abyss were closely and inseparably linked, merging with each other without distinction.
After the darkness that had enveloped it dispersed above the abyss, an invisible flame seemed to ignite above it, and the temperature rose sharply.
Eros, the god of love and desire, appeared in the land of the abyss, and looking at his feet, a joyful smile appeared on his face.
He had been waiting for this moment—he could become powerful.
This was the first manifestation of love and desire in the Chaos realm, and the first release of lust in the Chaos realm.
Love and lust were truly born, and as the god of love and desire, he would receive a reward from the world, and his divine power would increase.
At the same time, he silently proclaimed to all the gods of the world that this was love and lust.
Love, desire, and passion would forever remain in the world and change it!
At the edge of the earth, Uranus, the god of the sky, stood as if on level ground, gazing down into the boundless darkness.
The night had passed, leaving only darkness, which could no longer conceal his mighty divine will.
He felt it.
“Is this what Eros meant by love and lust?
The abyss and the night have united.” He muttered something to himself, looking to the side.
At that moment, Gaia, the Mother Earth, floated in the air beside Uranus, gazing into the boundless darkness below.
She felt it.
“Is this Tartarus and Nyx?
Is this love and lust?” Mother Earth Gaia murmured to herself.
She sensed the joyful mood of her brother Tartarus, a feeling of euphoria.
“How wonderful it is to have a beloved.
Congratulations, my brother Tartarus.
And congratulations, my sister Nyx.” Gaia smiled softly, but deep within her, a strange feeling stirred—one she had never even suspected.
At that moment, Uranus looked at Gaia standing beside him.
Gaia, a mature and beautiful woman, possessed a charm and allure different from Nyx’s, which was very attractive to male gods… The long, passionate kiss deeply enchanted and intoxicated Nyx and Tartarus.
They were captivated by the exquisite beauty and the intoxicating fragrance of their intertwined bodies.
But this was no longer enough.
It was only the beginning of the countless scenes of pleasure between man and woman; many more lay ahead.
She felt longing, a yearning for those countless scenes.
I had thought of it countless times—let it come true soon!
The throne vanished, and a large bed appeared.
When their lips parted, a crystal-clear thread between Tartarus and Nyx, like a thread of love, revealed the intoxicating fury of passion.
Tartarus lifted Nyx into his arms and carefully laid the beautiful goddess on the bed.
His garments, created from divine power, vanished.
He brushed the strands of black hair from before Nyx’s eyes and looked at her tenderly: “My beautiful sister, my beloved, my Nyx, are you ready?” Suddenly, the black veil covering Nyx’s body vanished, revealing her graceful and alluring figure.
Her pale, smooth, and soft skin, with faint pink undertones beneath the surface, made her even more enchanting.
Her full breasts rose magnificently and abundantly, the soft peaks already tightened into dark, sensitive buds that Tartarus longed to taste.
Those long, beautiful legs, smooth and fair, parted slightly, revealing the delicate, glistening folds between them—the secrets of the night already wet with anticipation.
Her smooth, beautiful feet perfectly complemented this voluptuous form.
Her delicate, graceful toes, with their smooth curves, radiated a playful and charming allure, despite her nervousness, adding a touch of shyness to the evening and enhancing her attractiveness.
Tartarus was stunned by the magnificent sight before him.
The coming night was truly beautiful.
He reached out and touched the softness and warmth of the night.
Tartarus’s fingers glided over the tip of Nyx’s playful tongue, then along her smooth neck, down across her collarbone, cupping one heavy breast and kneading the soft flesh.
His thumb brushed over the stiffened nipple, drawing a soft gasp from her.
Then lower—over the flat plane of her lower abdomen… to the very bottom… He parted her thighs wider and stroked the slick, heated folds of her sex, fingers sliding through the wetness that already coated her.
When he found the swollen pearl of her clit and circled it slowly, Nyx’s hips lifted off the bed with a trembling moan.
He held those delicate little feet in his hands, pressing soft kisses to the soles, then higher—along her calves, her inner thighs—before returning to the dripping heat between her legs.
The gentle touch of the fingertips, the intoxicating feeling in the heart.
This was the most beautiful moment of the night, and it would become the beginning of countless wonderful nights to come!
Everything was simply wonderful.
Enjoying the night’s darkness, touching the beauty of the night.
“Brother!” Nyx’s voice was soft and pleading, filled with seductive allure and longing.
Her flexible waist swayed slightly, her breathing quickened, and she let out a soft moan.
“I am coming.” Answering his beloved’s call, Tartarus kissed her gently, and the abyss descended upon the night.
He settled between her open thighs, the thick, heavy length of his cock—born of the primordial abyss itself—pressing against her entrance.
The blunt head nudged her slick folds, rubbing up and down, coating himself in her arousal.
Nyx’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her dark eyes half-lidded with need.
With one slow, deliberate thrust, Tartarus pushed inside her.
“Mmm Ah” Nyx’s cry rang out as he stretched her open, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside the tight, silken heat of the night.
Her walls fluttered and clenched around him, impossibly soft and wet.
Tartarus groaned deeply, the sensation overwhelming after centuries of restraint.
He began to move—long, deep strokes that dragged almost completely out before sliding back in to the root.
Each thrust made Nyx’s full breasts bounce, her black hair spilling across the bed like liquid night.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels pressing into his lower back, urging him deeper.
Tartarus lowered his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while his hips continued their relentless rhythm.
His free hand slipped between their bodies, fingers finding her clit again and rubbing firm circles in time with his thrusts.
Nyx arched beneath him, crying out as the dual stimulation pushed her higher.
Her nails dug into his back.
The wet sounds of their joining filled the abyss—obscene, perfect, primal.
He shifted, lifting one of her legs higher over his shoulder so he could drive even deeper, the thick head of his cock kissing her cervix with every powerful thrust.
Nyx screamed in pleasure, her walls tightening in rhythmic spasms as her first climax tore through her.
Hot wetness flooded around his shaft as she came hard, body shaking.
Tartarus did not stop.
He fucked her through the orgasm, prolonging it, until she was gasping and trembling beneath him.
Then he withdrew, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and entered her from behind in one smooth, deep stroke.
The new angle let him hit even deeper.
He gripped her hips hard, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and pounded into her with rising intensity.
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the abyss.
Nyx pushed back to meet every thrust, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
One of his hands reached around to cup her swinging breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples, while the other returned to her clit.
Nyx came again with a broken cry, her entire body convulsing around him.
Still Tartarus held back his own release.
He pulled her up against his chest so they were both kneeling, her back to his front, and continued thrusting upward into her while his hands roamed freely over her body—squeezing her breasts, stroking her clit, claiming every inch of her.
Time lost meaning.
They moved together in endless cycles of pleasure—Nyx riding him, Tartarus taking her on her back again, her legs over his shoulders, then side by side with him thrusting deep from behind while he kissed the nape of her neck.
The divine body of a god is eternal and immortal, and his divine will is also incredibly powerful.
The passions of Tartarus and Nyx, suppressed for centuries, burst forth in all their glory at this moment.
It erupted with full force—unrestrained and fierce, passionate and wild.
The two primordial gods released the most primal desires between man and woman for the first time in the Chaos realm.
Although Nyx had recalled that pleasant scene countless times, she had never actually experienced it.
Tartarus, in his past life, had never encountered anything like this: his theoretical knowledge was vast, but his practical skills were nonexistent.
At first, they were rather reserved and shy.
Now, the powerful divine body played a decisive role.
They were tireless, paid no attention to time, were indifferent to everything, deeply immersed in lust, and indulged in uninhibited behavior.
Gradually, they grew closer, became accustomed to the wonderful atmosphere, and everything became simply incredible… Tartarus finally allowed himself to finish deep inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot pulses of primordial seed.
Nyx moaned at the feeling of being filled, her walls milking every drop from him.
Even then they did not stop.
After a brief rest locked together, they began again—slower at first, then building once more into the same fierce, endless rhythm.
According to Tartarus’s concept of time from his past life, this wonderful pleasure lasted nearly a month before this primal release and union came to an end.
It was not because of fatigue, but because Tartarus and Nyx sensed new changes on the earth.
Thus, the two gods, madly in love with each other, were no longer bound by their feelings.
“Soon, a new god will be born!”