Danmachi: Strongest Familia

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In a vast place like the Ganesha Familia, it was inevitable that there would be secluded spots for people to have private conversations.

As Sol and Freya departed together, their retreat shattered the hopes of countless male gods in attendance. Watching the radiant goddess leave on Sol's arm, they couldn't help but grumble, their imaginations running wild with what the pair might do away from the crowd.

Fueled by curiosity—and a touch of envy—many gods felt the temptation to follow them, eager to catch a glimpse of the "fun" they assumed was about to unfold.

Many gods who had lived long enough quickly grasped the meaning of his silent threat.

"If you dare to follow... I'll end you."

The gods muttered in frustration. 'He stole the night's most beautiful goddess and now threatens us on top of it!'

Still, none of them dared to follow; as much as they craved excitement, they valued their lives more. After all, being banished from the mortal realm would mean years of boredom in the heavens—a price none of them were willing to pay.

As Sol and Freya slipped away under the watchful eyes of many, the party continued, unfazed. The gods, not one to dwell on a lost opportunity, soon found other goddesses to entertain.

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When they reached the quiet garden, Sol pulled Freya into his arms, his lips claiming hers with an unrelenting hunger. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves that ignited his desire. 

Freya didn't resist; instead, she surrendered to the fire between them. She moaned softly against his mouth as their kiss deepened, her hands slipping under his clothes, exploring the hard lines of his body with fervor. 

Her fingers made quick work of his barriers, freeing him from the fabric that stood in her way. As soon as she felt the rigid heat pressing against her, her breath hitched. 

With both hands, she wrapped around him, stroking slowly, savoring the silken hardness that pulsed in her grip. The sensation sent a thrill coursing through her, and her lips parted with a soft gasp. 

"Ha... Freya," Sol murmured, breaking their kiss, his voice thick with desire. A thin strand of their shared heat lingered, bridging their mouths as his gaze locked onto hers. "It seems you're more eager for this than I am."

"Take me, Sol," Freya whispered, her voice a sultry invitation that sent a shiver through him. Her glowing pink eyes shimmered with an intoxicating blend of hunger and need, holding his gaze with a power that shattered his restraint. 

Unable to resist, Sol's hands moved with a mix of urgency and reverence, sliding the delicate white gown from her shoulders. The fabric whispered against her skin as it fell, pooling at her feet and revealing the breathtaking perfection of her form. Her curves, as if carved by divine hands, glowed softly in the moonlight, every line and dip a symphony of sensual allure. 

His gaze lingered, drawn lower to where her desire glistened, a tantalizing testament to the passion she held only for him. The sight stole the air from his lungs, his pulse pounding in his ears. No matter how many times he had seen her like this, she left him spellbound every time—her beauty an unending masterpiece that consumed his every thought. 

With the night sky as their silent witness and the moon casting its soft, ethereal glow upon them, the two surrendered to their deepest desires, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and longing with Freya tingling voice echoing through the garden.

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In a secluded garden, Sol had regained his composure and stood tall, his earlier frustrations eased. Freya, however, looked as though she still had more to say, though she understood the place was far from "private."

"I hear the Loki Familia is preparing to explore the 59th floor soon," Freya mentioned casually, taking advantage of the quiet moment while putting on her white gown.

"I know," Sol replied as he watched her. "Guild members visited me recently to discuss preparations."

The Loki Familia had been gathering supplies and coordinating with Hephaestus Familia for the upcoming expedition, and the guild had stopped by Sol's home as well to check on the arrangements.

Freya let out a faint smile, a hint of amusement in her gaze. "I'm not interested in those matters," she said, "though I have found a child who has caught my attention."

Sol's interest piqued slightly. 'Could she be talking about Bell? But why bring it up with me?'

"What kind of child?" he asked.

"He's not particularly strong. I happened to notice him, this pure, untainted soul that draws you in." She seemed lost in thought for a moment.

'Yes, that sounds like Bell,' Sol thought. But he noticed Freya's tone was calm—oddly subdued, as if she regarded Bell as just another collectible. 

Sol wondered if Freya's interest in Bell was merely casual, not the all-consuming obsession she usually displayed for those who fascinated her. 'Could it be that Bell hasn't yet reached his potential?' he mused. Or maybe Freya's standards had been raised, and nothing could captivate her as intensely as before.

Freya's gaze softened as she looked at Sol. Compared to Sol's deep, star-like soul, Bell's brilliance, though impressive, simply couldn't compare. Sol was her "golden legend"; Bell, to her, was merely a "rare gem."

Still, Bell's presence in Orario intrigued her. "If I had the chance, I'd bring him to my Familia," she remarked lightly.

"Need any help with that?" Sol offered casually.

"If it becomes necessary, I'll call on you," Freya replied with a gentle smile. Her Familia was strong; bringing a newcomer like Bell into her fold was hardly a challenge.

After a brief rest, both of them had recovered. Satisfied, Freya decided it was time to leave.

"Are you coming with me?" she asked. "There's nothing left at that banquet for you, and if you come to my place…"

"No," Sol interrupted, "I'll catch up with you later. Tonight's been eventful enough."

Freya gave him a sly smile, seeming to understand. She left without another word, while Sol, after gathering himself, returned to the banquet hall.

The lively chatter continued in the hall, though something appeared to be happening in the center of the room, where a group of gods had gathered in excitement.

Uninterested in the commotion, Sol scanned the room and immediately spotted Astraea's figure in the crowd.

'When did she get here?' he wondered. Astraea hadn't been present when Freya left earlier, so he'd assumed she wouldn't attend.

With a mischievous grin, he approached her from behind and covered her eyes with his hands.

"Sol? Stop playing games and take your hands off me," she said with an amused sigh.

"Come on, I didn't even get to say my line," he replied, a bit disappointed.

Astraea chuckled, unmoved. "Did you think I wouldn't recognize you right away?"

'Is my presence so powerful that even a simple touch gives me away?' Sol thought, amused by the idea.

[Note: Should I continue including the 18+ scene? As you know, such content is generally avoided in stories, particularly in China, where adding explicit scenes often results in books being banned. I included it as an experiment. What are your thoughts?]