The Girl We Desire

Arsenio's POV~

Kingdom of Lympia, 1200 BC

This day hadn't started yet, but I loathed it already. My father, the king of Lympia, wanted me to settle down with one woman. The problem was I adore the female population. How could I disregard them just for one female?

I'm Arsenio Tadeas Dimitri Dwight, the god of affection and attraction. The future king of Lympia. No one could resist me, and my charms. I was the only immortal among my people.

Many people worshipped me as a demigod because I was a blessing from the god of love, Eros himself.

My parents, king Dwight and queen Dahlia were so much in love with each other when they were young. But unfortunately, my father couldn't produce a child for the kingdom and my mother refused to take another man into her life because they both were so much in love with each other.

They prayed and made many sacrifices to the god of love and he blessed them with a child, who was a spitting image of him. I was the only heir of this kingdom and my parents and I was born with white wings and magical power like the god of love unlike a normal human, besides me an oracle was capable of performing magic.

I heard rumors that they could enter into different realms, but I don't believe them because, if a different realm existed, I would have known by now. Of the entire oracle, Apollo's oracle was the most powerful. She lived in the temple, where Apollo's altar was being worshiped and her name was Ebony.

I made my way to my harem to clear my mind. As soon as I entered, I was greeted with the most beautiful, soft, caring, and fragile creation of god. The females kissed my cheeks as I walked by them.

I could hear their giggles, their eyes were sparkling with delight and they looked desperate to get my attention. I winked at a few women on my right which made them swoon over me. I smirked at a few and they looked like they were under a spell.

My mighty white feathers were tucked and disappeared into my back. I scanned the crowd to choose my bedding partner and I settled with Fabiola and Galina. Fabiola was a white beauty, she was tall, lean, and had soft features with shiny blond hair and mesmerizing grey eyes. Galina was a black beauty; she was short, curvy, thick, and she had strong features with wild black curly hair and striking brown eyes.

Both were beautiful in their inimitable way.

I went near them and took both their hands and kissed the back of their palm with a lazy smirk which made them giggle, their eyes shone with mischief.

"Your highness." they both bowed courteously and we made our way to the spacious bedroom where I spent my time whenever I visit the harem.

I sat on the edge of my luxurious bed while Fabiola hastily fiddled with the buttons of my loosely fitted white shirt, sitting on my lap. We both discarded my shirt and she kissed between my eyebrows, my cheeks, and my nose. Her soft luscious lips left a trail of fire on my skin.

I closed my eyes and instantly began to relax, I groped her hip and pulled her closer to me, she gasped when her core made direct contact with my hard erect. She wrapped her arms around my neck and trailed down hungry kisses down my chest, her fingers were softly tugging at my hair which earns a growl of approval from me.

Galina pressed her soft breast against my hardback and her arms came under my armpit and circled my bare torso. She moaned loudly in my ears which made my pants tighten around my shaft. Her hand dropped dangerously low and rubbed my length, making it hard as a rock. She left open-mouthed wet kisses on the back of my neck and my strong shoulders. The wetness of her lips felt like heaven against my hot skin.

I groaned in pleasure, "Your highness, I apologize for the inconvenience but the king and queen is here,"

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath and pulled myself up from my previous position.

"Ask them to come in," I ordered the messenger and dismissed my companions. I saw the disappointment in their eyes but that's not imperative right now. I didn't bother to put on my shirt and I was left with my pants on.

"Of course, your highness," the messenger bowed and made her way out of the room. A few seconds later my father and mother entered with a crazy-looking lady.

"Father," I addressed him with a nod and engulfed my mother's petite figure. She smiled at me but she looked a little sad and my father gave me a disapproving look, very much aware of my task before their arrival and the bulge in my pant was not helping me either.

"I have had enough of your playboy reputation and I want you to find a bride," he stated sternly.

"Father…" I was cut off by him.