Neptune had taken on mortal forms in the past for the purpose of making love to human women. He'd produced many offspring with them, probably more than he even realized. But sex as a true mortal was different. It was far more intense. In some ways, mortals were superior to the gods. Their emotions were different, and it seemed their nervous system was as well. They felt pain and pleasure in ways that had been foreign to Neptune until being placed in this body. Now, here with Aphrodite, another god inhabiting the body of a mortal, he could fully explore.
He leaned in as her head fell back, his lips placing prints upon her throat and under her chin. Neptune's hips and hands worked together beautifully with the body held between them. Each time the distance closed, he felt his heart, Reed's heart, thud loudly. "Now you understand all the praise heaped upon Romans as lovers." He bit at her neck to punctuate the statement as he pushed especially hard into her. It was a good thing he didn't have his full powers. Love making like this would probably cause an earthquake. Instead, it rattled pictures hanging from the wall as she was pushed back into it over and over again.
It was all too much for Reed. It felt fantastic, but sex usually did. He kept trying to tell himself that. Physically, he couldn't help enjoying himself. It was impossible. It was also impossible to deny how spectacular Abigail looked wrapped around him, her head back, hair spilling over her shoulders, breasts pressed against his chest. She was stunning. He couldn't deny that. But it was all so fucking wrong. Just get it over with, he begged. The god grinned and responded out loud. "I've had practice with this body. There's much worshiping to be done. Hours and hours." Nope, he wasn't going to hurry up and be done with it. Reed might find a way to fight him off next time, or Abigail would refuse him. Neptune needed to take advantage of this time with Aphrodite. He'd pleasure her until neither of them could stay conscious a moment longer.