As his tongue began to flicker over my erect nipples and his hand moved down to caress my womb, I couldn't help thinking that I must have looked like a gestant cow….Hades knew I felt like one, and the fact that I had been trying to hide it all day long by wearing that damn dress didn't seem to be of any help now that I was completely naked, trapped under his perfectly shaped torso, unable to shift position somehow, so that I at least avoid the direct contact of his eyes with that uncalled for deformity.

It was useless though, for no matter how much I would have tried, he could clearly notice the disgusting proportions that my body had taken almost over night….Sure, my breasts looked absolutely fascinating, full and firm like they hadn't been in a long time, but my belly- the size of a normally 4 months pregnant woman now – suddenly made me aware of the fact that I must have appeared anything but sexy…..No toned abs, no wasp waist, nothing appealing in that area to draw attention on, and the worse part about it again, was that dramatic difference between our physics…dramatic enough to make the angles cry….

Once he decided to slowly descend from my chest down towards the burning spot between my legs, I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable the minute he began kissing my stomach, while with his right hand he continued doing that stunningly great job of stimulating my G spot. Knowing me as he did, the rapidity with which he sensed my sudden rigidity, came as no surprise though, and, as our gazes unavoidably connected despite my stubborn determination to avoid eye contact as much as possible, he just gave me a wide grin before adding a completely unexpected:

" Trust me Princess, I give you full credit for this…."

His remark was of course accompanied by a long musing gaze towards the rock hard cock now pressing against my leg, making me smirk devilishly in return.

"Do you now?" I answered stiffly, trying to successfully eliminate any insecure note from my voice.

"Gee Xena, I would have thought that out of all women, you'd be more than familiar with how a man's mind works… " he patronizingly observed, placing another soft kiss on top of my womb, and simultaneously hitting my G spot with so much force that my entire form convulsed under the effect it triggered.

" What's that supposed to mean?" I growled at him through clenched teeth, irritated by his nonchalant insinuation.

He winked at me playfully while he began licking the creamy juices off his fingers.

" Just that not even if you had twins and your belly would be on the verge of exploding wouldn't keep me from fucking the life out of you….You're smoking hot…" he added, and before I knew it, his slick cock was pressing against my opening….A couple of hours later, while I was drifting to sleep in his arms, I somehow got to the conclusion that he couldn't have been lying about that …..

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As Morpheus entered the large hall, he couldn't help looking surprised at the sight he had before him.

"Zeus! Hera... " he greeted, bowing his head in respect. "What's with the light show?" he curiously inquired, staring in awe at the impressive column of fire burning as if it were about to melt Olympus to the ground.

" You'll find out soon enough" the old God remarked, a cunning smirk playing on his lips. "In the meantime, take a good look at our new shape, cause you'll have to plant this image into somebody's dreams. "

"Ok….." Morpheus replied while mentally photographing their supernatural appearance. "Who's the subject we're experimenting on?"

" Gabrielle, Bard of Potedia. " the Queen of the Gods replied, turning back into her original form.

"The Warrior Princess' friend" the God of Dreams concluded.

" Our enemy! " Zeus' thundering voice echoed throughout the Hall, making Morpehus involuntarily take two defensive steps back. " I want them both dead…."

A very unnatural smile froze on the Dream God's lips. From past experiences, he was well aware that setting a goal out of killing Ares' protégée equaled by far chasing after Harpies down in Tartarus…..

"Whatever you say my King…." he replied in a strangled voice, from which any conviction of victory lacked completely.