The old man lay dying, his breath shallow, his eyes clouded by time but lit by one final flicker of desire.
He had seen many battles, built many legacies… but none as divine as the moment Athena stood at the foot of his bed.

He reached out with a trembling hand, his voice barely a whisper:

“Before I leave this world… could I see your thong… just once? Please, my Goddess… let that be my last memory.”

Athena’s glowing eyes softened.
She smiled—not with mockery, but with warmth. She stepped forward gracefully, her wings folding back, and slowly, she granted his final wish.

“You may,” she said, her voice like silk. “But in exchange… I want something from you.”

The old man blinked.
“What could I possibly offer you… now?”

She leaned closer, her lips near his ear.

“Some of this” *Says as she grabs his bulge gently* (NSFW Scene on Patreon)

He didn’t understand. But he nodded.

Athena placed her hand on his chest. A soft light bloomed where her fingers touched. She drew from him something subtle, something ancient…
And as she drank, his body trembled — not with death, but rebirth.

His breath returned. His heart quickened.
Strength surged through his veins as if decades had fallen away.

“Wh-what have you done to me…?”

She smiled again, her mission complete.

“You’re not finished yet, old man.
But I’ve had my fill for tonight.”

She vanished into the moonlight, leaving behind a man reborn — and a smile on her lips.

That night, Athena walked away from her divine duties… satisfied.