Broken Handle (1)
Broken Handle (1)
Gaia, Enraged!
The earthquake that spread across Crete was undoubtedly Gaia's wrath made manifest.
Most only had suspicions. No one knew the truth—except one: the Goat Nymph, Amalthea.
"Lady Gaia..."
"...Hmph."
Amalthea looked at the woman before her, a mirror image of herself, and felt disappointment.
To feel disappointed in a god was impious, yet Gaia's behavior left her no choice but disappointment.
The only remaining bed—the other had broken when Zeus tried to move it—was occupied. The woman lying there, holding the young Zeus in her arms, was no goddess. She was a female in heat.
Amalthea could only watch from the sidelines as Gaia, using her borrowed voice and body, screamed in pleasure and climaxed again and again.
"He will truly be a great hero. How wonderful."
Gaia patted the back of Zeus, who had passed out with his face buried in her chest.
"Truly... it was wonderful. Better than Uranus..."
After Cronus's rebellion, Gaia's former husband, Uranus, had been cast into Tartarus.
Gaia had no particular intention of visiting him.
Perhaps if he still had a cock—but Uranus had been imprisoned in Tartarus with his severed cock.
How many lonely ages had she spent since then?
As a goddess, she was bound to uphold her dignity, but Gaia could scarcely suppress the desires surging within her body any longer.
And she had been terribly curious about the divine prowess that had driven the Goat Nymph she had raised from childhood into heat.
It was supreme.
"This child is destined to become the true ruler of the sky. As the Mother of Life and the Earth Mother Goddess, I attest to it. I can declare this with absolute certainty. The moment this child becomes ruler of the sky, prosperity and peace shall settle upon this land."
Gaia's prophecy was absolute.
And these were no empty words.
Zeus.
A man who cherishes women and embraces them with love shall rule the world?
"I envy the goddess who becomes his wife..."
Gaia smiled bitterly and shook her head toward Amalthea.
"Your dedication is acknowledged. But you must not hope for more than that."
"I keep it firmly in mind. It is only... perhaps..."
"There is an order to carrying a child. Should any goddess conceive Zeus's child, after that point I will acknowledge it. But not before."
At Gaia's stern warning, Amalthea broke into a beaming smile.
"Yes!"
Though the fruit of love remained a distant future matter, Gaia's verbal approval itself was deeply significant.
"...Then let us gradually switch back."
Gaia flipped her body to the side while holding Zeus.
Carefully, so as not to wake him with his face buried in her chest, she laid Zeus flat on his back and rose.
"Ahn."
"Lady Gaia..."
Amalthea's gaze fell upon Zeus's lower half.
Even while conversing with Amalthea, Gaia had kept Zeus's cock inside her, and white semen was trickling down her thigh.
"...Amalthea, might I make this request from time to time?"
"Pardon?"
Amalthea felt a chill at Gaia's words.
God or not, wasn't Zeus practically her own grandson!
"Do such things... not matter to gods?"
"Of course not! It is a union between mighty gods, so how could it be a problem? Gods are magnificent beings."
Snap.
Gaia snapped her fingers.
Immediately, her body transformed into a goddess's form that was distinctly different from Amalthea's—more voluptuous and beautiful.
"...Hngh."
Yet the white semen was still trickling down Gaia's thighs.
Clearing her throat, Gaia gestured toward Zeus.
"Hold him now. And lie back down."
"R-right now...? Uhm, would it be... proper for me to take inside what you, Lady Gaia, held until just moments ago...?"
"Of course. Amalthea, are you not the very nymph I personally selected to raise Zeus?"
With a benevolent expression, Gaia took Amalthea's hand and drew her toward Zeus.
"On that distant day when Zeus finally fulfills his destiny, let the three of us come together at last. By that time, even if Zeus claims someone, no one will dare object."
"Ah... yes..."
Setting aside her shame, Amalthea lay her body over Zeus once more.
The cock that squelched its way inside her pussy still bore the warmth of Gaia, who had been swallowing it moments before.
"Then I trust you as always. He likely won't turn out like Cronus... but one never knows. I trust you shall handle things well."
Gaia stroked Amalthea's head and walked out of the cave.
Outside, she mounted the white horse that had been waiting, yawning.
"Haa... A cock even larger and more magnificent than Uranus's..."
Driving the white horse forward, Gaia kept recalling Zeus's cock, which had filled her so completely.
Even before he entered, it had made her womb tremble, and from the moment he thrust in, she was conquered by his cock.
If Cronus were a woman, the instant Zeus's cock pierced her, she would have instantly surrendered and writhed in ecstasy.
And not just Cronus—other goddesses would be the same.
This was the cock that made even Gaia, the greatest of goddesses, feel her legs buckle.
And the moment he took her from behind, Gaia tasted a genuine pleasure she had never once felt with Uranus.
"It was good... better than my husband..."
They mated like beasts, yet they shared intimacy like a loving couple.
Zeus was on an entirely different plane from those fool Greek men who only cared about thrusting their hips and spilling their seed.
"...God of Sex."
Any woman skewered by Zeus would be rendered utterly helpless.
Even Gaia, who had already borne countless children, found her lingering longing for Uranus blown away in an instant—how much worse would it be for other women?
"Haaaah..."
If.
In days to come.
Should Zeus succeed in overthrowing Cronus.
"...Perhaps I should have a quiet word with Rhea."
Gaia formed a certain plan in her mind.
* * *
After my sex education began, I didn't just learn about sex.
Naturally, I redoubled my training to kill Cronus, and Amalthea, as an elite Nymph warrior, honed me through combat drills.
And then.
Finally, today.
"Hah!"
Clang!
Amalthea's sword went flying through the air.
Her eyes rounded wide with shock, and I leveled my blade at her throat.
"I've won now, sister!"
At last.
I had achieved my first victory against Amalthea.
Not a joke about bedding her, but a real fight—like a Spartan warrior in a life-or-death duel—I fought Amalthea with everything I had and won.
Overwhelming her with the brute power of a divine body?
No.
Amalthea was an elite warrior, capable of holding her own against a god for a short while.
The primary reason Gaia assigned her as my nurse was as a 'martial instructor,' so her combat strength was the pinnacle among all Nymphs.
Meaning.
The fact that I had surpassed Amalthea meant I had grown to a level where I could face gods!
"Congratulations, Jupiter."
Amalthea approached me with an utterly joyful expression.
"You've finally... grown so much. Sister is truly happy."
I had closed the gap on all the strength she had built over her lifetime as a Nymph in less than a fifth of the time, yet Amalthea congratulated me with all her heart.
"To celebrate your victory over me, we should have a feast tonight. What do you want to eat? Just say the word. I'll cook it right up."
"You, sister."
"...You."
Amalthea half-closed her eyes and glared at me, but I strode right up to her and took her face in my hands.
I was taller now, so I found myself looking down at her.
In Amalthea's eyes as she looked up, I saw pride, exasperation, and just a hint of anticipation.
"Truly, did you want to do it that badly?"
"You said no sex until I beat you, sister. Sex was forbidden, but every time you lent me your hand or your chest to finish me off, I nearly went insane. Don't even think about going elsewhere. I'll eat right here. Show me your pussy, sister."
"Kyaah!"
I seized Amalthea and stripped her clothes in an instant.
Tearing away the garments thick with the heat of battle, I aimed my cock at her still-unaroused lower lips.
"Ah, no...! M-my body, I need to wash...!"
Amalthea broke free from my grasp and dashed toward the spring.
I chased after her in a single bound and pounced from behind.
"You want it doggy-style, right? Got it, sister."
"Ah, noooo... My body, hnngh, after I wash off the sweat...!"
"We're gonna sweat during sex anyway."
I wiped my sweat-dampened cock against her buttocks, then spat on my hand and rubbed it over my shaft.
Ssquelch.
"Ah-hngh!"
She wasn't properly wet yet, but thanks to countless penetrations, Amalthea's inner walls began leaking arousal the moment I entered.
Amalthea's pussy. Tasting it for the first time in a whole week.
It was paradise.
The conquering thrill of having completely defeated this woman made it all the sweeter.
"Haa, haa, haa."
"Ah-hnng, stop, it'll smell...!"
Gazing down at Amalthea as she lay prostrate, crying out in pleasure, a thought struck me.
Horns.
Those horns.
With a human woman doing cosplay, those headband horns just wobble no matter how hard you try to grip them. But Amalthea's are bone, rooted in her skull—that's a different story.
Yoink.
"Hyaahng?!"
I grabbed Amalthea by the horns.
The moment they were seized, Amalthea's body shook, and the clench of her pussy grew fiercer.
The horns were an intensely powerful erogenous zone for her.
And for me, they were the ultimate handle.
"Ah, aaaaahng?!"
I tugged Amalthea's horns toward me.
Her kneeling body arched backward, her back bending like a bow as her arms flailed forward.
"Ah, aang, mor...♡"
Every time her horns were stimulated during sex, Amalthea felt an almost unbearably intense sensation.
More severe than the sensitivity of her breasts or her pussy.
What a lewd Nymph.
To carry something practically akin to a sex organ on her head—how lewd could a Nymph be?
'I'm glad it's only for me.'
In front of others, she was a modest and virtuous woman, but before me, she had become a wanton slut whose body could no longer live without my cock.
"Amalthea, what are you to me?"
"Hnggh, your... mentor and, your nurse and, hnngh, your semen-storage...!"
Where on earth did she pick up phrasing like that?
I pulled the handle even deeper and leaned my head beside Amalthea's face.
"Heh, does it feel good, getting stuffed by the same thing that used to nurse you?"
"Th-that's...!"
"This is repayment, sister. As much as I sucked your milk, I'll fill you with my seed."
This was simply repayment.
I merely gave back as much as I received, repaying Amalthea with love.
"Sister, I'm coming now!"
"Ah, not now, you can't come now...! I already came earlier, I'm so sensitive right now... hnnng?!"
Crack!
Throb.
I ejaculated inside Amalthea.
My cock throbbed as it shot semen into Amalthea's uniquely hot pussy, and I savored her depths as I basked in the afterglow of climax.
'I love that I don't have to pull out right away after coming.'
In a human body, you always had to withdraw and rest after climaxing, but a divine body had no such need.
Even with her pussy still clenching and teasing me, her thoroughly ravaged hole was too worn to clamp down again.
"Hoo, sister. Today felt good, too..."
Plop.
Amalthea's arms collapsed forward.
Her breasts, which had been thrust toward the front, sagged downward heavily.
"...Huh?"
Something about the handle felt loose.
I raised my hand just a little, and her horn came up with it.
"..."
I was fucked.