Reed could only catch words here and there. He'd been brushing up on his Latin in an effort to better understand Neptune, but it was one thing to read the language and another to hear someone speak an ancient dialect that no longer existed. Instead, he read between the lines. Actions spoke volumes, and he could tell that there was nothing he could do to stop Neptune and Salacia. She wasn't like the other women he'd chased after. She was Neptune's wife.
"There is nothing I want more," he assured her. And without warning, Neptune picked her up, happy that Reed was more than physically capable of carrying a woman. His own bed was occupied, so Neptune took Salacia to Eve's room.
Upon placing her on the bed, he pushed off what little clothing Reed was wearing, stepping out of the boxer briefs, and then pulled off the undergarments covering Eve's lovely form. He did not object to his wife's vessel in the slightest. Quite the opposite. They were fortunate to have been placed in bodies of such beauty. Neptune could tell that Reed admired Eve's physical appearance and felt lust for her form. He could also sense Reed's surrender. It made the god smile.
"You will find him pleasing," Neptune assured Salacia as he lay down on top of her and quickly thrust inside without warning. Reed had already been half hard in talking with Eve, and it was easy for Neptune to finish what the mortal started once in control. His firm length slid into her with ease, unrestricted by those cumbersome condoms Reed always insisted upon. Neptune refused to use one with his wife, something that upset Reed a great deal, but Neptune ignored the mortal's worried pleas to 'wrap it up.'