The Warmth of a Goddess

The war over the Goddess Department's breast milk was ultimately an act of returning divine power to a higher-ranking goddess. The milk he drank was, after all, a product of her authority, so it wasn't as if she were directly transferring her power to him. Because of that, her unconscious mind welcomed it even more, responding with eager enthusiasm. As proof, her vaginal fluids began flowing again, threatening to overflow, while her anal walls clenched tightly around his manhood, stimulating him further.

'Through my mouth, she provides divine power and pleasure, so her high-authority breast milk regenerates as if replenishing itself.'

With his left hand, he caressed her breast from below, pushing it upward as he drank the fountain-like spray of milk in its entirety. Each time he did so, she could no longer place her hands on his face. Overwhelmed by unbearable pleasure, she tried to cover her anus and vagina, but his deeply embedded cock blocked her, leaving her at a loss. In the end, she wrapped her arms tightly around his head and began to writhe uncontrollably.

He rapidly pumped the fingers buried inside her vagina, radiating divine power as he stimulated her. At the same time, he slowly thrust his cock in her anus, careful not to let any vitality leak, relentlessly pushing her toward endless climax.

"This… this shouldn't be happening? This child is still a baby—why am I feeling this kind of stimulation?"

The unconscious thought that she was breastfeeding her own son was the only thing preventing her from reaching complete orgasm. Even after her innate divine power recovered, her breast milk would only replenish once before stopping.

"Ahngh—! Ahhngh—! I… I absolutely cannot do this in front of a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠baby!"

Indeed, if breast milk capable of increasing divine power and strengthening the body were infinite, the highest-ranking main gods would be overflowing, and the depletion of a goddess's innate divine power would be unavoidable.

Having nearly figured it out, he withdrew the right hand that had been inside her vagina radiating restorative power. As before, he gathered both breasts together with both hands and lightly took both nipples into his mouth. With the hand that had been caressing her vagina gone and the thrusting in her rear stopped, the burden seemed to lessen. She could only let out exhausted moans.

The arms that had been holding him tightly, thinking of him as her son, also began to lose strength. But the moment he began sucking fiercely on her nipples and resumed thrusting into her anus, urgent cries spilled from her lips.

The hands gripping him tightened with sudden force. Her face was pressed into her own breasts as milk gushed powerfully into his mouth. Each time the shock and pleasure made her hands go limp, he would thrust into her anus to stimulate her, causing the startled goddess to embrace him again—only for the sensation of her fountain-like nipples to drain her strength once more. This cycle repeated endlessly.

Finally, the higher-ranking goddess, exhausted by the relentless and intense stimulation, gave up. She spread her arms out to her sides, completely limp, and could only produce moans and nasal whimpers.

He gathered her completely surrendered breasts together and sucked hard on both nipples at once, rubbing her breasts to draw out the milk more efficiently. With no further interference, he moved the cock in her anus without pause, driving her endlessly into the corner.

At last, feeling the pleasure from the higher-ranking goddess's anus and hearing her sweet nasal cries, another urge to ejaculate surged within him.

Spurt—! Spurt—!

Once again, a massive amount of divine power and vitality flooded her anus. The higher-ranking goddess shuddered violently. Her unconscious mind could endure no more. With a final nasal cry, she collapsed.

He didn't miss the moment. He pressed both breasts firmly together, drinking every drop of the fountain-like surge of breast milk. The milk released during her climax possessed the greatest efficacy he had tasted so far. He could feel his entire body being reinforced and his divine power increasing directly.

'The effect of breast milk is maximized when the recipient is a newborn. This divine body is still less than one year old, and my innate divine power is close to five billion. The synergistic effect is dramatic.'

When his human body had been his main form, the effect had never been this strong.

'Nearly a million points of divine power have risen from this single feeding.'

For an ordinary main god's child, it would have been around a hundred thousand. But because he was the master of the Divine Realm and his own divine power was already so high, this phenomenon occurred. Moreover, unlike the milk Hera had shyly bottled and given him, this milk was empowered by affection for the recipient and the pleasure of climax, making its effect dramatically stronger.

'The only problem is that I cannot create it infinitely. It will likely only be possible once every six months—the natural recovery period for a typical main god's innate divine power. If the partner were an ordinary goddess, receiving infinite vitality and divine power support from her personal temple might allow it once every three months.'

Thanks to Origin's sun-and-moon divine power grant, immediate recovery was possible. However, the recipient would strain under sudden restoration, so the natural frequency seemed to be once every three months.

Suddenly, the goddesses flashed through his mind.

'If it were them, taking turns feeding me could raise my divine power at the maximum possible speed.'

Of course, since they were ordinary goddesses, they wouldn't provide a million each like this higher-ranking one, but perhaps around three hundred thousand. Even that amount was absolutely necessary.

'Originally, raising three hundred thousand would take several decades even with the divine power enhancement effect of a highest-ranking main god and maximum training.'

This was already far beyond the common sense of the divine race.

'They say it takes about a year to raise a hundred points of innate divine power, don't they?'

Of course, replenishing already-raised innate divine power through divine power grants was relatively simple.

'They say the childhood of gods is long, but I must raise it as much as possible during that time. Once childhood ends, the effect of breast milk will diminish.'

The highest divine realm was now completely under his control through dimensional authority. Rebellion was impossible, and even if eight goddesses united, they could not pass the Substitute Gods' authentication trial without the support of the Main Divine Realm.

'In the past, it might have been barely possible, but now that the Substitute Gods have been strengthened, they would need more than double the previous force. There are many reasons they must cooperate fully with me, and given the current desperate situation, they will be just as eager. I should secure their cooperation later by offering favorable negotiation terms.'

Having been taught an excellent method to rapidly increase his innate divine power, he gently stroked the face of the beautiful higher-ranking goddess who lay beneath him, breathing heavily in a faint. He fell deep into thought.

'She is truly beautiful and grateful, but I have no idea who she is. If there had been a higher-ranking goddess like this in the Divine Realm, the goddesses wouldn't have suffered so much, would they?'

If this higher-ranking goddess had only stopped the fraudulent Main God of the Divine Realm, subjugating the entire Divine Realm would have been possible in an instant. Moreover, for her to be a model of virtue and a devoted goddess of light in this ridiculous Divine Realm dominated by the Goddess Department—it was truly absurd.

'Her warmth and gentleness are real. They endlessly stimulate and excite me.'

Even now, through the cock blocking the vitality in her anus, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠endless pleasure was transmitted, intensifying his desire. At first he had nearly lost his reason, but having experienced it before, that did not happen again. Still, without realizing it, he moved his hips back and forth, wanting to feel more pleasure and see her face filled with joy and ecstasy. However, her lower belly was already slightly bulging, filled to the limit with his vitality.

'Even a higher-ranking goddess cannot accept any more vitality or divine power.'

While recovering his divine power through Origin's sun and moon, he avoided pressing on her lower belly. He leaned his upper body forward and rested his face between her absurdly bountiful, swollen breasts.

'The soft sensation and her endlessly sweet, fruit-wine-like scent tickle my nose.'

The warmth reminded him of the wet nurse from his baby days. Without realizing it, he took her nipple back into his mouth and caressed it with the tip of his tongue. With his other hand, he tickled the other nipple, playing with her like a child.

'There's no more milk, but I keep feeling like I'm returning to that time when I knew nothing about the world.'

It was a longing for a very distant childhood. The Dimensional and War God had possessed memories from the moment of his birth.

'In my case, I was one of many princes born to powerless concubines, so there was little interest in me. From birth, a wet nurse raised me while my mother was preoccupied with enhancing her beauty to catch the emperor's attention. Thanks to the wet nurse's care, it was my only quiet and peaceful time in an environment that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lacked nothing.'

His aptitude for magic had not been exceptional as a baby, but there had been one unusual trait: an unmeasurable attribute, an extremely rare characteristic that drew a bit of attention. But that lasted only a moment.

'Given that the Magic Empire specialized in elemental destruction magic, I—who did not belong to any elemental category—was excluded from support.'

That unmeasurable, attribute-less nature had been the optimal quality for a black mage of the Root School.

'My master, having heard rumors of an unattributed prince, secretly came to verify it himself. The moment I was weaned, he risked his life to kidnap me. It was an abrupt abduction.'

Still, he held no resentment. Not long after he was taken, the Magic Empire had been completely destroyed in a bloody revolution by fanatics who worshipped gods.

'I am the only surviving member of the Magic Empire's imperial family. In the end, he was my lifesaver.'

Among the many empires on the Main God Star, the Magic Empire had been among the top tier. Yet when a small group began shouting about gods, performing miracles, and inciting the masses by calling non-believers servants of the Demon Realm, the empire collapsed with ridiculous speed.

'It was a nation maintained by a tiny privileged class of chosen mages. Once it incurred the backlash of the majority, it crumbled in an instant.'

The powerful magic of the mages was helpless before the divine miracles displayed by the countless fanatics. Thus, the Magic Empire where he had been born was thoroughly destroyed by those fanatics. All the imperial family and noble mages were either burned at the stake or died fighting.

'Anyone with even the slightest trace of magic power could not escape the detection of divine power. The purge was truly absolute. Especially the imperial family, who possessed immense magical power—no one escaped.'

It was the perfect price for the way mages had always treated those without magic power like beasts.

Afterward, the fanatics established a new country, but rather than living well and allowing him to take revenge, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they had, amusingly, declined to the level of rural territories.

'It was a Magic Empire built by mages. Once the mages disappeared, everything that constituted the empire vanished with them.'

The true masters of the empire had been the mages who founded it, not the fanatics. In the end, only the once-mighty empire itself had disappeared.

'In the region where the Magic Empire once stood, only a few rural villages remained. The fanatics either died of old age or survived as vagrants, living miserably without any nation's protection.'

Rather than punishing the fanatics, he had simply left them to live out their miserable lives and forgotten about them.

Therefore, aside from his master's teachings and his struggles with the high elf queens, the only warm memory from his childhood was the care of his wet nurse. That was why, while embracing this incredibly warm and comfortable body and drinking her milk, those memories kept resurfacing.

Chuu—! Chuu—!

Though no more milk came out, he lightly sucked on the nipple that still carried a faint taste, lost in reminiscence.

'Is it because this main god's body is in a state similar to a newborn, freshly formed? Rolling the grape-like nipple around my tongue and thinking about my childhood makes me feel like I'm gradually returning to that time.'

His body seemed to be pulling his mind back to the days of an infant, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. Even the extreme pleasure caused by the dimensional divine power mixed with vitality surging from her anus and rising through his manhood felt like nothing compared to this warmth and happiness.

'Pleasure is momentary, but this elevated sensation seems like it will last.'

In fact, his wings of divine power had fully materialized and were gently shimmering.

'Only those who are happy themselves can make others happy. Therefore, gods must always strive to be happy and view the world positively.'

That was the advice written in the book the Creator God had given him regarding the royal road to increasing divine power.