Conquering Sparta — The Chosen Cunt (2)

Everyone nearly keeled over at Nike's shameless, thoroughly bitch-like confession. She rattled on about taking her daddy's cum in her mouth, about yanking her panties aside and getting fucked whenever they were in a hurry, all as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Great General or not, the thought of a woman like this becoming Queen of Sparta was enough to make anyone's head spin. Pythia, who had heard the god's words with her own ears, took it in stride — but Calliope and her soldiers were left utterly stunned.

"Hold on. That means… this barbarian chief is your father? Queen Ayra bore a savage's child?!"

Calliope suddenly shrieked like a woman possessed. The sovereign of an entire civilization, and she was calling me a barbarian chief. It left a sour taste, but I let it slide. Proving the oracle true was more than enough work for one afternoon. Besides, I didn't have to lift a finger. My dear daughter Nike, bless her heart, stepped up and fought the war of words for her daddy.

"Yep. This lord right here is my daddy. Former Queen Ayra got raped by him, and the daughter she popped out is me!"

Calliope finally snapped and tore into her.

"Don't you dare spout that nonsense!! What possible reason would Queen Ayra have to bear your child? Prove it, right here, right now, you savage."

"You've got those big eyes and you still can't see it? Take a proper look at Nike's face."

"What are you even talking abou— ah…!"

Only then did Calliope actually study Nike. The way her lips worked soundlessly said she was more rattled than she wanted to admit. Soften the aura a notch and Nike was Ayra's spitting image — the bold, open features, the size of her breasts, even the shape of her ass. Give her the same hairstyle and you could have sworn she was Ayra. Of course, it could have been coincidence. The world is a big place; two matching cunts aren't that hard to find. But Pythia, still riding the god's presence, already seemed to have a hazy grasp of what we were to each other.

"Nnhhh… ♥ If you truly wish it… you may prove it before Lord Ares himself."

In plain speech: she was giving us permission to commit incestuous sex in the sacred Oracle. And if my daughter actually fucked her daddy — in front of an audience? Even Calliope would have no choice but to concede that Nike was the queen the prophecy had named: the one who married her own father.

"If the two of you truly share the relationship the oracle described, flame will rise from this altar."

"That's the signal that Lord Ares has given his blessing?"

"Barbarian chief, the gods above the clouds are ignorant of nothing."

If they were ignorant of nothing, how come they didn't know Nike was into incestuous fucking? Not that it mattered. All I had to do was screw my daughter in front of the Oracle's priestess. The prophecy would become fact, and Nike would ascend as Sparta's new queen with every scrap of legitimacy attached.

"Clothes off, Nike."

"Yes, Daddy. Taking them off right now!"

The dress slithered down. No bra, and no panties either — her naked body was on display in a single motion. Nike was the kind of filthy daughter whose nipples stood up before her daddy had even gotten hard.

"Have you lost your mind?! Don't tell me you're actually going to… do that in the Oracle?"

Calliope cut in, right on cue. Piety may have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been part of it, but mostly she just didn't want the power ripped out of her hands.

Not a chance, you cunt.

I scooped Nike up in one motion. Those heavy tits of hers, I figured, would make her a handful —

"Hup!"

— but my daughter was so eager to become queen that she hopped right up onto my cock of her own accord. Nike had the thick, powerful thighs of a woman warrior who lived on the battlefield. Shame about the third-rate cunt, though.

"Hyaaah?! It's too biiig… I'm going to get conquered by the man who gave birth to meee… ♥"

I drove my cock into Nike's pussy as she hung in midair, and my girl wrapped her arms tight around my neck like she trusted me completely. The thought of all those people watching this ridiculous spectacle only ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠got me harder. My shaft turned to iron, and Nike's cunt grew even filthier to match. Even soaked and loosened, that premium bitch of a daughter still clenched like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a vice.

"Your cunt-juice is running wetter than your mom's milk ever did."

"Nnh. Haaahn… ♥ How could a mother who got raped against her will… ever compare to a daughter trying to repay the gift of life with love?"

Hearing it put that way… she had a point. No wonder the squeeze was on a completely different level. A moment later I repaid my daughter's love with a creampie, pumping it deep into her womb.

A long, shuddering pulse…

Nike was a truly filthy bitch in heat. Even after she'd taken every last drop of her daddy's seed, she made no move to let the cock slip out of her hole.

"Heeuhn ♥ The gods above the clouds were riiight… Nike was destined from birth to marry her daddyyy…"

It was an obscenely bitch-like display of coquetry for a woman about to become Queen of Sparta. But Ares, who had delivered the oracle, seemed well pleased.

Pythia, who had been watching the miraculous sight unfold, opened her mouth.

The Oracle's high priestess pointed a finger at Nike, who lay sprawled across the floor. Pale semen was still leaking from the hole between her thighs.

"I am… haaahn ♥ Sparta's… magnificent queeeen… ♥"

Nike said it with her eyes rolled back in orgasm. At last, a new age had dawned upon Sparta.

And just like that, Calliope's ambitions went up in smoke. To have the throne stolen by a girl who'd committed incestuous sex with her own father in the sacred Oracle… There was no defying a divine prophecy, but the bitterness didn't fade so easily.

"Lord Ares really… chose a girl like that?"

It didn't make much sense, but apparently he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had. The altar wouldn't have erupted in flame otherwise. Calliope remembered, with perfect clarity, the way her own subordinates had whispered among themselves as they watched that astonishing miracle.

Calliope could only laugh a hollow laugh. These were the subordinates who had stared death in the face beside her — battle-hardened veterans — and they were acknowledging a woman who volunteered as her own father's breeding sow as their queen.

But the flames of Lord Ares had recognized Nike. In the moment that fire roared up from the altar like a wildfire, even Calliope could not dismiss Nike and Han Min-guk. Not that the peace in her heart lasted long.

"No!! I will never… never accept a fate like this. A-a ridiculous fate can be overcome — as many times as it takes!"

Calliope, who had once served Ares, began to hatch a scheme so outrageous it bordered on inspired. Not merely toppling Sparta's new queen from her seat — no. She would replace the city's patron god entirely.

From this day forward, Sparta will worship Lord Zeus.

Amazingly, a fair number of women shared Calliope's thinking. The people who had witnessed the miracle at the Oracle that day accepted Nike — but the vast majority of Spartans hadn't been there. This was a city still freshly occupied, its happiness already scraping the floor. And now the new queen wasn't just committing incest — she wasn't even enduring it reluctantly. She was openly enjoying being impregnated by her daddy?

Most Greeks wanted nothing to do with a queen that filthy. Even Oedipus of the myths, once the city learned he had lain with his own mother, was banished. The agony drove him to gouge out his own eyes and live as a blind man. Incest was still a taboo that made any Greek's skin crawl. The newly crowned queen had no respect for that custom whatsoever.

"Daddy… you'd rather have sex with me, the Queen of Sparta, than with that dairy-cow who's nothing but livestock, right? Right?"

"Hm…? Ah, well, yeah. Nike actually listens to her daddy, unlike Ayra. That's why I'm leaving Sparta to you."

"Being acknowledged by Daddy is the best thing in the world ♥ I'm going to be such a good queen and become Daddy's favorite bitch!"

Calliope, who had overheard this insane conversation in the palace yet again, trembled from head to toe for the rest of the day. Being driven out only days after seizing the throne was bitter enough…

"Y-you expect me to crawl between that bitch-in-heat's legs?!"

Didn't a world this broken deserve to be flipped on its head? Didn't a god who would insult Sparta like this deserve to be replaced? Calliope posed those insolent questions to herself, and she was dead serious. If she gathered the soldiers still loyal to her and the citizens nursing their grievances… she might still have a fighting chance.

Time passed, and Calliope reached the point of openly agitating the masses in the city square.

"The savage who raped Ayra, former Queen of Sparta, is using his own daughter as a puppet to destroy this great city!!"

"Hear, hear!"

"Any barbarian without Greek blood in their veins must be driven from Sparta!!"

At first, the discontented citizens responded with real heat. Not only the Hoplite units still loyal to Calliope, but even ordinary fruit-sellers and blacksmiths took her side. Most Spartans found a queen who did nothing but spread her cunt for her own daddy thoroughly repulsive.

"Citizens of Sparta, let your rage— ghhk?!"

"Oh, shove your rage up your own ass, you fucking cunt!"

Lately, though, the number of citizens pelting Calliope with olives had been climbing fast. Had the target of their anger shifted? Calliope didn't want to believe it — but the board had already been flipped. Before she knew it, the people of Sparta had changed. They were no longer the least bit bothered by the fact that a "barbarian" and his bitch of an empress-daughter ruled their city.

The truth was, the common sow-bitches of the lower classes had never cared much about "Spartan pride" to begin with. Quite the opposite. Sparta's ordinary citizens even welcomed the new queen, who promised them wealth and entertainment.

"Mighty warriors of Sparta! I, Queen Nike, have minted gold coins to honor you who endured a bitter civil war and the oppression of Athens."

The response was excellent — though honestly, it was nothing more than Han Min-guk running the politics from behind Nike's back. But so what? As long as the people were happy.

A few days later, Nike made good on her big talk and rolled into Sparta loaded down with gold.

"Daddy, I mined a ridiculous amount of gold, just like you told me!"

Layla — the daughter Kira of Sidon had given birth to, and a Great Merchant. She had developed no fewer than three gold mines in Hannamguk, and she exported a staggering quantity of gold to Sparta. Nike scattered that luxury good among the citizens the moment it arrived, so of course everyone was smiling.

A queen who committed incest was still a good queen if she handed out gold. The people of Sparta, exhausted to the bone by civil war, valued practical benefit over pride.

"Long live Queen Nike! Long live Great King Han Min-guk!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty… because of you, my daughter doesn't have to go hungry anymore!"

"To think we no longer have to buy our own spears and shields out of pocket…. The Hoplites shall remain loyal to Sparta, Queen Nike!"

In the end, money — gold, especially — made the world go round. A little more time passed, and nobody in Sparta cared what the queen did anymore. Whether she took her "barbarian chief" daddy's semen in her mouth or in her cunt… who was going to hate a queen who handed out gold for free?

"Nngh?!"

"We have captured the traitor, Your Majesty!"

The reversal of power was only a matter of course. Before long, Sparta's greatest topic of conversation had become how to execute the rebel Calliope.

"Calliope. Why don't we start by taking your clothes off and getting on your knees?"

Nike looked down at Calliope as the guards dragged her in. Sitting on her daddy's lap without so much as a pair of panties, the daughter carried herself with the arrogance of a woman who had just been handed the entire world.