Saphara and Marduk were the last two remaining on the beach. Saphara glowed her in her divine form, bereft of her clothing and sipped her nectar, content. “Oh Marduk, I do love weddings!” She even sniffled. Marduk snorted but his customary scowl disappeared as he lowered an arm around his wife to comfort her. Perhaps it was the ocean breeze or his divine vitality, but his own phallus began to stir. He nuzzled against Saphara’s ear and whispered naughty things. “Marduk! Can’t you see that I’m crying! Just let me be emotional for once!” she protested. Rolling his eyes, Marduk tumbled the little goddess to the sandy floor and proceeded to make furious love to her as the waves crashed on.

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