Neptune was smirking as she scrambled to close her robe once more. He could feel Aphrodite within her, equally amused and aroused. Neptune could smell the goddess of love, and the sea god wanted nothing more than to quench her desire. So when Abigail offered a 'deal', he jumped at it. Would he keep up his end of the bargain? Maybe, maybe not. It didn't much matter right now. She was saying yes. Neptune did not take any pride in principles. He broke vows often.
The final rule issued, and Neptune produced a small square from Reed's pocket. Reed had taken to carrying condoms with him at all times, not because he wanted Neptune to screw other women, but because he saw it as an extreme possibility, and he had to do what he could to protect himself and Lydia.
The god placed the wrapped protective device in Abigail's hand and pulled her flush to him, kissing her passionately. He didn't need to agree to her offer. She'd made the offer, which meant she was willing to give herself to him. Accepted! Question was, would it be Abigail or Aphrodite or both that he enjoyed?
Neptune was able to ignore all Reed's protests completely as he unfastened the jeans that rode low on Reed's hips, pushing them and the boxers beneath to the floor. He grabbed hold of himself firmly, stroking to hardness. "I will pleasure you as no mortal man has," he promised in a hot breath against her lips. The statement was more of a warning to Reed, who finally gave up screaming. No one was listening. This was how it was going to be. He had no say in it.