Day of Great Union
The Day of Great Union had arrived.
High Priestess Phylotera issued a stern warning to everyone in the temple.
"From this moment on, no one is to enter the central hall. A solemn rite must be performed."
At the High Priestess's decree, the orphans and priestesses all bowed their heads in unison.
"However, should anything go amiss during the ritual, I will post a single watchman."
She pointed at me.
The official reason was that she trusted the martial prowess I had displayed slaughtering the Phyleans in the olive grove.
"Congratulations, Hyung."
"Looks like Mother finally recognized you."
The children came up to me with their congratulations.
I looked around.
Alcyone was nowhere to be found.
So he already left…
Phylotera had told me earlier — she had already sent Alcyone to Chiron.
Still, actually searching for him and finding him gone left a small hollow in my chest. The absence of the little brother I had always sparred and played with hit harder than I expected.
"Homeron?"
I turned. Phylotera had drawn close.
Her attire was nothing like her usual loose, modest robes. The clinging fabric left nothing to the imagination — her full, heavy breasts, childbearing hips, thick pelvis, and the soft mound beneath all stood out in stark relief.
According to her, it was clothing suited for smooth fusion with the other personalities during the Great Union. But looking at her now, I was fairly certain she had chosen it for the time she planned to spend with me afterward.
"Shall we go, Mother."
I followed her lead into the central hall.
Clunk.
The doors shut behind us. I lifted my head.
At the heart of the hall, the temple's greatest hearth blazed with fierce light — a sacred flame built from the olive wood I myself had harvested. Beyond it stood a throne, the seat said to belong to Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth. Flanking it were statues of the fire-priests who served her.
"From this moment, I will sit here."
Phylotera walked slowly toward the throne as she spoke.
"Seated upon it, I will become one with the other clones and the main body."
Would comparing it to logging onto the internet count as blasphemy?
"Then."
I took a step closer.
I had already committed far worse sacrilege than that. There was no backing out now.
"So I just need to fuck you while you're sitting on the throne."
"Th-that's…"
Phylotera's face went scarlet. But she already knew. She had told me everything herself for precisely this purpose. Hearing me say it so bluntly, though, seemed to have embarrassed her all over again.
Chuuup.
I pressed my lips to hers without hesitation.
"Begin."
I gripped both armrests of the chair and leaned over her, pinning her in place so she could not escape. Phylotera bit her lower lip softly and gave a small nod.
"I-I'll begi— nngh♥"
The instant she started to speak the word, I drove my cock into her to the root.
Hestia's clone threw her head back, her heavy breasts bouncing hard. She clamped her thighs around me even as she spread her legs wide, pressing herself flush against my body.
"Al-already— ahh♥"
"Start the ritual, Mother."
I fastened the collar I held in my hand around her throat. The long leash unspooled between us.
"You begin the rite with me buried inside you."
"I-I understaaand… s-so… nngh!"
I drew my cock out a little. Phylotera struggled to gather her scattered consciousness, fighting to start the ritual somehow.
"If you don't start, I won't fuck you."
"Th-thaaat…"
"Hurry up and begin."
"U-uhh…"
Phylotera squeezed her eyes shut and focused. Perfect timing.
I grinned lewdly and slammed back into her.
Puuuck♥
"Nngh!Nnh…! A-answer the ca— hyaaah!"
Damn. I couldn't hold back. The wet, greedy squeeze of her cunt around my cock felt too good.
"Let's get one load out of the way first."
Thud♥ Thwack♥
"Aaaaahn♥ W-waaait♥ Hyaah♥Nheeh♥"
To hell with the ritual.
I hoisted both of her legs high and began pounding the woman seated on the throne without mercy.
In the secret darkness where the hearth-fire burned, Hestia's main body began the rite.
The Day of Great Union came only once in a decade, if that. It was a ceremony in which she shared consciousness, sensation, and memory with every clone she had scattered across the world — a ritual to set the order of the world aright. That such a thing was possible at all was thanks to Hestia's overwhelming divine power and authority.
Her bloodline as a true child of Uranus was so potent that legend held any son she bore would rise as a god surpassing even Zeus. At Delphi, the oracle-site of Gaia, Apollo — who had received divine power from that place — never spoke the prophecy lightly. Yet everyone already knew. There was no need to consult Delphi. If Hestia ever bore a son, that child would stand against Zeus.
That was the greatest reason Hestia had sworn herself a virgin goddess. Should she marry or give birth, Olympus would once again plunge into an age of chaos like the Gigantomachy.
"Mmm…"
A soft moan slipped from her alluring lips.
Most of the clones had already gathered. One after another they chattered and shared the events of the years between, and even within the shared consciousness their lively presence was a deeply pleasant sight.
All but one.
Far from Athens, the center of the world — at the hearth-temple of the remote border city of Astropolis — High Priestess Phylotera would not answer. Worse still, she showed no sign of connecting at all.
"Why is she doing this?"
"Has something befallen her?"
"The temple itself seems fine…"
The other clones murmured among themselves, every face etched with worry.
"She is the purest of us, always the first to arrive. What on earth is going on?"
Hestia rose from her kneeling posture and gently drew back the veil covering her hair.
"This will not do. I shall go myself."
The other clones nodded.
"You mean to possess her?"
"A sound plan."
One by one they agreed — and then:
"Ah."
"She's here."
At last Phylotera connected to the shared consciousness. Everyone exhaled in relief.
"Then now that we are all gathere— nngh♥"
In that very instant, one of the clones let out a strange moan and dropped to her knees.
"Wh-why are you— hyaaahn!"
"Haah!Hyaah! Th-this feeling… it's so straaange…!"
One by one the clones collapsed. Hestia herself was no exception.
Thwack! Thud!
A sensation like being stabbed from the core of her lower body shot up her spine like lightning, flooding all the way to the crown of her head and blooming into raw pleasure.
"Nnh!"
Hestia toppled forward onto the floor. In the glow of the burning hearth, her face was flushed deep crimson.
"Wh-what in the world is…"
Every clone's consciousness — and the main body's — focused as one upon Phylotera.
And they found her.
"Hyaaahn♥"
The lewd, shameless sight of her being ruthlessly fucked by a man.
"It feels so gooood♥ Son, Sooon♥ More, mooore♥ Fuck meee♥"
At that absurd spectacle, every mouth hung open. But that was not the end of it.
"Haah, haah♥ M-my body's so hooot…"
"The memories… the memories are flooding in…"
"Oh… my son…"
One after another their eyes went hazy. They slumped to the floor, tongues lolling, gasping as they clutched their own breasts and writhed.
Hestia's main body could do nothing in the face of this madness. She could only stare at Phylotera.
"Nngooooh♥"
With a bestial moan, Phylotera rolled her hips. She arched her body and took the seed pouring over her entire form — face, cleavage, and her heavily swollen belly all soaked in milky white fluid.
Chuuup♥ Chuuuup♥
The man seemed utterly unbothered by Phylotera's filthy state. He simply crushed his mouth against hers in a fierce, hungry kiss.
"N-no…"
Hestia staggered to her feet.
She could not allow herself to be violated like this. Chaos would come to Olympus. She had to preserve her virginity.
"Nnh… I-if this continues… everyone will be in dangerrr… I can't allow this…"
Every last clone was collapsing, drowning in pleasure. One after another they fell to their knees before Homeron's cock as it thrust into them again through the shared link.
Hestia herself could not fall. And so she made her decision.
"C-come, Phylotera…"
She would possess her directly — and dispose of the man who had defiled her, erasing the impurity.
"Hm?"
Phylotera's response changed all at once.
The blissful face that had been gasping and answering me so eagerly began to shift. No — the two legs I was holding, the body itself, began to change.
Her already full breasts swelled until they looked ready to burst. Damn. How big were those things? I couldn't even guess the cup size. Those endlessly maternal breasts rose so high they nearly swallowed her stiff, jutting nipples. Her swollen belly cinched tighter at the waist, while her ass and hips grew even more lavishly full. Her thighs thickened with soft, heavy flesh.
An already intoxicating figure grew thicker, larger, and obscenely more fuckable by the second. And with it, a divine power began to radiate from her body.
No doubt about it.
This was Hestia herself descending — still filled like a cream pie.
"Just who the hell are you?"
Hestia snapped the words with a sharp glare. Between the disordered strands of her auburn hair, her eyes flashed with an authority no ordinary human could meet head-on.
Yes. No ordinary human.
Puuuuck♥
"Nngh♥"
I drove my cock into her without a second's hesitation. My other passive skills roared to life. I smiled.
"Have you forgotten me, Mother?"
Hestia's eyes grew sharper still.
"Wh-who is your moth— hyaaaaah♥"
This was Phylotera's body, already burning hot and driven through climax after climax. No matter that a goddess's main body had descended into it — there was no way she could endure.
And that was not all.
Snaaap!
"Nngh! Th-this is…"
"Finally caught you."
I yanked on the leash and looked down at Hestia, still impaled on me, legs spread wide upon the throne.
"From this moment on, I will train you, Mother."
Hestia's pupils trembled. From that flicker alone, I knew with certainty.
Hestia is aroused by your rough treatment.
My mother Phylotera had not vanished. She was still alive and breathing right before my eyes.