She's An Incarnation Of A Goddess Of Rivers; So Actually, A Wet Man Is Kind Of A Turn On...

"Iaeiros! Love!" Ibú Akuaro declared and rushed to embrace Iaeiros as he stood dripping on the carpet, completely unconcerned with getting her clothing wet.

"Hello Akuaro, glad to see y-" Iaeiros said before he was silenced with a kiss.

When the kiss broke Akuaro didn't say anything, just put a hand on his crotch and gave him a look that spoke more than the whole Encyclopedia Britannica.

"Get the bags and put them in the foyae of our suite," Iaeiros told the bellhop, and with an arm around Akuaro's shoulder and hers on his ass walked towards their rooms.

"You haven't changed a bit, have you?" Aesculapius asked the avatar of Oshan when they reached their rooms and began to undress.

"Did you want me to?" She asked back with an audible leer.

"No, no I didn't." Aesculapius responded and gently pinched Akuaro's bottom.

"Eep!" She said whirling and looking at him with momentary shock. "You're quite aggressive tonight, I would have thought the jet-lag would make you a bit sluggish," the avatar of Oshan said, smiling with sexual hunger and small droplets of moisture forming on her nether lips.

"I am a god of medicine, there are a lot of tricks I can pull for avoiding or reducing jet-lag." Aesculapius replied with a smile as he pulled off his shirt.

Moment's later they both were nude and fell onto the bed together. The lovemaking started hot and fast, both being fully primed for this encounter, and their cries of passion filled the suite.

In another room their guards were smiling: when things went well for their master and mistress things went well for their country, and thought they would never admit it to anyone but themselves each and every one of them knew in his or her heart that it was a god and goddess in mortal guise who coupled so close by. Still they remained vigilant, all the more so for that knowledge perhaps, for it was their profession, duty, and privilege to place themselves between the mortal vessels of two deities and anything that would try to do them harm. After all, these were not gods of war they protected, they were an incarnation of beauty arising out of poverty and a god of medicine who was sworn to do no harm: deities they might be, but they could not protect themselves properly from the bands of kidnappers, thieves, and outright brigands abroad in Nigeria. Still, even thought they were alert they smiled, for when gods made love power built in the area, power that would heal, stabilize, and replenish: power for good and all things holy.

Pointedly ignoring their entourage, which could at least leave the room while they trysted, unlike those of some celebrities, the avatar Ibú Akuaro of the Orisha Oshun and the current mortal incarnation of Aesculapius fucked like there was no tomorrow. Each time Akuaro would cum there would be a flash of lightning and booming peal of thunder, while the flow of her juices would redouble and redouble again till it was forming a huge stain on the bed. Her insides were so slippery and velvety soft that Aesculapius' well endowed cock popped out into the open air five times as they coupled, to much frustration on his part and giggling on hers. At last Aesculapius could hold back no longer, every hair on his body standing on end from the electrically charged air, and even as another clap of thunder and actual spray of girl cum signaled Akuaro's final orgasm of this encounter, with a belly deep groan Aesculapius thrust as hard as he could one final time and spent his seed into her fertile womanhood, more than a tablespoon of divine jizz filling her cunt and being sucked up into her womb by the spasms of her orgasm.

Though Aesculapius had not lain with any woman since he was last in Akuaro's arms months ago he masturbated to nude pics of his paramour almost daily, and was fortunate that in this instance he had been busy catching up on his medical articles for the past three days or saving himself during a long trip to see her. This meant that there was a perfect storm of Akuaro's peak fertility and his seed being fresh but also fully stocked, which in slightly over 40 weeks time would lead to a baby god and goddess, the first of mixed blood between the Orisha's and the Greek Pantheon. However the intervening time would be all too 'Interesting' for both parents: 'Interesting' in the sense of the curses on the tombs of Chinese Emperors...