Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Fuoco

"She always makes the best entrances," Apollo chuckled looking my way.

Arabella sat behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck as she rested her chin on my right shoulder "Do I? Really?" She giggled.

"You do," I gazed at her over my shoulder and pecked her temple "how many times have you fucked today?"

Apollo hummed "What time is it?"

"A little bit after three," I replied.

"Five times?" Arabella asked.

Apollo bit his lower lip "I say 7."

"Let's call it at 8," the woman behind me said.

"Definitely eight," the three of us said at the same time and a laugh followed.

"Should we become a trouple?" Arabella joked.

"Nah, I can't be with someone with such a small dick like the one your husband parades around," I smirked looking at Apollo's outrage.

"My cock is larger than—"

"Cock!" Napoleon exclaimed before giggling hysterically.

"Shit," Apollo gulped.

"Fuck," I covered my mouth trying not to laugh.

"Cunt," Arabella stood up and sat on her heels beside Apollo "piccolo, we don't say that word, you're a baby and babies do not say sexual words."

"COCK!" Napoleon clapped.

•Apollo DiStefano•

You people know my wife so guess my punishment for teaching that word to our son: exactly, no sexy time until tomorrow afternoon. Do you know how hard it is to contain Apollo Junior when Arabella Junior is ovulating; the hardest, it's like my lower buddy has some sort of spidey sense and Junior and I love breeding our slutty princess.

In my mind, Apollo Junior just high-fived me because that's how cool I—OMG IMAGINE IF COCKS HAD LITTLE ARMS AND THEY COULD JERK OFF THEMSELVES! I WOULD BE DOUBLE TOUCHING MYSELF BECAUSE THOSE TINY ARMS—oh my god, my wife was right, I'm 15.

"Piccolo, eat your banana," my wife said as Napoleon analyzed the plate in front of him.

"Did you ever try putting a condom on a banana with your mouth?" I asked my wife as she took a sip of her wine.

"Might I remind you that I was told to never wear a condom when having sex with you?" She rose an eyebrow "walking Apollo museum," she pointed at herself.

"Walking Arabella worshiper," I pointed at myself.

"Walking third wheel," Mariano said after throwing a napkin at me "that's me."

I looked at Arabella and she had her deviless gaze which I don't like unless she's riding me "What did you do, Arabella?"

"Nothing," she shrugged.

"What kind of nothing, Arabella?" I insisted.

"Y—" the doorbell and she smirked "that kind of nothing," she got up on her feet and rushed to the door from where a girl emerged "this kind of nothing," she smiled pointing at Valentina.