Catherina stood on the sun-kissed sands of her lonely isnd, the gentle waves pping at her feet. The ocean stretched endlessly before her, a vast expanse of blue that mirrored her eternal existence. As a goddess, she felt the pulse of divine energy within her, growing stronger with each passing moment. Yet, today, a shadow loomed over her serenity. Whispers of her father’s test misdeeds reached her ears, and a chill ran down her spine. The tormentor of her mother was at it again, indulging in the suffering of another nymph.

  Her heart tightened at the thought. Despite her divine lineage, she felt a deep-seated fear. The world of gods was not as simple as it seemed. Titans roamed the earth, powerful and chaotic, and she bore their blood—a lineage she despised.

  As she contempted her thoughts, a sudden cry broke through the tranquility of the beach. Catherina frowned, her brow furrowing in annoyance. “You better have a good reason to spoil my mood,” she called out, her voice carrying an edge of authority. Her divine aura began to radiate, shimmering like a mirage in the sunlight.

  A nymph emerged from the shadows of the trees, her delicate features marred by tears. She bowed deeply before Catherina, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Please, Lady Catherina! Help my friend! She has been kidnapped by Krataigón, the God of Whirlpools!”

  Catherina’s eyes narrowed. “How dare he? Every ocean nymph in Lost Isnd is under my protection!” Anger surged within her. Krataigón was a young god, born only three centuries ago, yet he had already made a name for himself as a battle maniac. To Catherina, he was nothing more than a spoiled child, wielding his power recklessly.

  In the depths of an underwater cave, Nancy the ocean nymph trembled. The darkness enveloped her, but it was not the absence of light that frightened her; it was the presence of Krataigón. He had taken her against her will, drawn to her beauty like a moth to a fme. She had tried to resist, but his strength was overwhelming. Infact Nancy felt Krataigón is attractive and love and admire but she is scare that he would toss her sround after he bkted with her.

  “Please, Krataigón,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Have mercy on me.”

  He was handsome, with a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. But his charm was a facade, hiding a tempest of desire that left her feeling powerless. She had been trapped in this cave for days, subjected to his whims.

  “Stop begging, Nancy,” he taunted, his voice smooth like the water that surrounded them. “You rejected my love before. Now, you will learn to submit.”

  Krataigón reveled in his power. The God of Whirlpools, he thrived on chaos and domination. To him, Nancy was a prize, a beautiful nymph who had once spurned his advances. Now, she was his to command.

  As he transformed his hand into a whirlpool, she felt a wave of panic wash over her. She was at his mercy, and the thought of it made her heart race.

  As he transformed his hand into a whirlpool, Nancy felt a wave of panic wash over her. She was at his mercy, and the thought of it made her heart race.

  Suddenly, Krataigón thrust deep into her divine hole. The pain and pleasure drove Nancy into oblivion. The hand was transformed into a whirlpool and penetrated deep into her whole being. Nancy could be heard screaming and moaning in despair.

  “Why do you resist?” he asked, a smirk pying on his lips. “You could have had everything, but you chose to defy me.”

  He watched as she trembled, her body betraying her fear. It excited him. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase, the conquest.

  As he thrust deeper into her sensitive and deepest pce, the cave echoed with her cries, a symphony of desperation that fuelled his desire.

  “Please, I’ll do anything!” She begged, her voice breaking.

  “Anything?” he echoed, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Then submit to me, and I will show you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”

  Nancy can only nod with tears. Krataigón smiles with cruelty. Say it from your mouth Nancy. Krataigón said with proud smile. Nancy finally submmit Krataigón this thsi man is cruel. I want it Krataigón. I want your divine rod in me.

  I will be gentle. Krataigón said seductively.

  After saying that, Krataigón cruelly thrust his divine rod into Nancy's entrance with his ignited primal desire, which jolted Nancy's whole body with intense pleasure, yet the pain was unbearable. Krataigón was cruel. Nancy screamed while moaning. The force of the thrust was fiercer than ever. Nancy begged like she never had before, yet Krataigón remained more fierce and forceful, showcasing his earthy male instinct.

  These days Nancy can only moan and beg as Krataigón, God of Whirlpool, viotes her again and again. He is the most cruel man. She should never have denied him, Nancy, though, while moaning without a sense of control as Krataigón's manhood never stopped thrusting.

  Catherina’s heart raced as she approached the underwater cave. The sounds of Nancy’s pleas reached her ears, and fury ignited within her. How dare Krataigón viote the sanctity of her nymphs? She could feel her divine aura radiating, a testament to her anger and determination.

  As she entered the cave, the water shimmered around her, parting as if recognizing her power. She could see Krataigón, his form imposing and arrogant, as he tormented Nancy.

  “Stop!” Catherina’s voice boomed, echoing through the cavern.

  Krataigón turned, surprise flickering across his face. “Catherina! What brings you here?”

  “Your actions are an affront to the divine order!” she decred, her eyes bzing with fury. “You dare to harm those under my protection?”

  When Nancy heard Catherina’s voice, a glimmer of hope ignited within her. The Goddess of Mist had come to her rescue! She looked up, tears streaming down her face. “ Goddess Catherina, please don't look at me!”

  Krataigón’s expression shifted from surprise to irritation. “You think you can just waltz in here and disrupt my fun, Catherina? This is my domain, and I do as I please!”

  He stepped forward, his presence imposing, but Catherina stood her ground, her divine aura shimmering like a protective shield around her. The tension in the cave thickened, and the water seemed to swirl in response to their confrontation.

  “Your fun comes at the expense of others, Krataigón,” Catherina replied, her voice steady and resolute. “You may be a god, but that does not grant you the right to torment those that are under other gods protection. Nancy is under my protection, and I will not allow you to harm her any longer.”

  Krataigón scoffed, crossing his arms. “And what will you do about it?

  Catherina felt insulted and angrily said, You shall see, you arrogant lousy boy, Krataigón.