Teaching Metis Sex (1)
Teaching Metis Sex (1)
How does one create an opening for sex with a wise woman?
'First, I need to gauge how sexually experienced she is.'
She clearly understands male ejaculation.
She also knows that making a man ingest his own semen can induce nausea, so she must have basic knowledge about ejaculation and sex.
But knowing something and actually doing it are completely different.
Even if someone is an Archmage of Knowledge, if that person maintained their virginity until the age of 25, 30, or 40, could they properly explain what sex is?
Their answer would never come from personal experience.
Women are the same.
Virgin or not.
A woman who's only done it a few times, or a woman who does it multiple times a day.
To gauge where she falls, I had to decide on my approach to Metis.
'Act like a young man clumsy at sex?'
Should I complain my dick hurts like I did with Amalthea and ask her to suck it? Or should I brazenly pretend I don't know what ejaculation is?
—...What is this yellow stuff?
—This is all that comes out.
—...You don't know what ejaculation is? I told you to pull one out.
—So I pulled one out.
—...Not to pee! Ah, so frustrating. Give me that cock.
If I brought her urine while pretending to ask what semen was, maybe she'd sigh and lend me a hand.
'That wouldn't be fun.'
I've already had my fill of that sense of moral transgression with the innocent Amalthea.
To set up sex with a woman like Metis, another method is definitely the best.
'When dealing with a smart office lady type, being a playboy is the absolute truth.'
With Metis, I can probably reveal my 'true colors'.
Sex Master. Sex Ma for short.
Now, it's time for the Virginity Bomber from the island of Crete to step up!
My intuition, and the Zeus down below, concluded that this was the best choice.
A day passed.
"Just give me the semen."
Metis demanded my semen.
She wasn't exactly asking me to fill her cradle with semen, just requesting I shoot my load into something like a beaker.
"Is that the conclusion you reached after a day of thought?"
"Yes. No matter how much I think about it... I can't do that."
"Just give you a shot of semen..."
I pointed at my lower half with a troubled face and complained.
"Are you telling me to masturbate alone? Aiming into this beaker here?"
"Then how would you like me to do it?"
"I'd like you to do it for me, Lady Metis. Personally."
I tossed the ball back into her court.
"Is lending a helping hand that difficult?"
I pushed my lower body forward, pointing at my groin. Metis scoffed and held out the beaker.
"If you're a man, you can at least manage to jerk off alone."
"I can't do it. I suffer from a condition where my semen won't come out if I handle it myself."
"What kind of outrageous bullshit is that?"
"It's true. Do you want to ask my dick yourself?"
If I jack off and let out a shot, I can't have sex with Metis.
'You can hold it, right, Zeus?'
*Squelch.*
Zeus twitched his glans.
If abstaining leads to sex with Metis, he could endure not one, but three whole days!
And what if it goes beyond that?
'Then I'll become the Virgin-Slaughtering Demon of Olympus.'
If Metis rejects sex with me?
If she makes me pitifully shoot my load into a bowl instead of just giving me a helping hand or using her mouth?
'Just wait until I've taken over Olympus. I'll show you what it truly means to have Cronus's blood flowing through me.'
Of course.
Since consensual sex is far more enjoyable than rape, I decided to try and persuade Metis a little more.
"Please, just give me a helping hand. Lady Metis."
"...Honestly. What are you trying to do with a woman you've just met..."
"I can't miss the chance to spend a joyful night with a beauty. To make Cronus vomit, I have to get this out, but my body is incapable of masturbating alone."
"Why?"
"Who knows? Maybe my body resists spilling it anywhere outside a woman's body? If my given role is the prosperity of the Titans, then my little seed will absolutely never come out unless it's for a woman."
"...I'm at a loss for words because you speak such insane nonsense so shamelessly."
Metis looked at me as if I were pathetic, but I remained completely brazen-faced.
'She's the one who asked for the semen first, so she's the one losing this fight no matter what.'
Metis was the one who brought up the sexual element first.
If I stubbornly insist I can't do it alone, what skill will she use to make the emetic?
'From the looks of it, it seems like it's meaningless without my semen anyway.'
My intuition is telling me.
If the emetic for Cronus required just any Titan's or human's semen, Gaia would have ordered Metis to make one long ago.
But if the semen of Cronus's own child—meaning me—becomes the ingredient, then the symbolism of answering immorality with immorality and its magical power will be added, making it the perfect emetic.
"And, Lady Metis. I'm going to fulfill my duty against Cronus. If your emetic is used successfully, that's fine, but there's a chance it might fail."
"So what exactly are you trying to say?"
"Even if I have to die, I want to have sex with you before I do, Lady Metis."
"...Do you have some kind of disease where you'll die if you don't have sex with me?"
"Yes."
My dick felt like it was going to burst from the blood rushing to it.
"...Seriously. You came on so strong, I couldn't even interrupt you in the middle..."
Metis glared at me with a cold expression and continued.
"I'm a virgin. Where on earth do you find someone so blatantly demanding a virgin's body?"
"Right here. And, Lady Metis... do you dislike it?"
Step, step.
I stood right in front of her.
Metis leaned her upper body back, retreating. I pursued, trapped her against the wall, placed my fist against it, and leaned in, lowering my upper body.
"If you truly disliked it, you would have rejected me outright long ago. ...Are you afraid?"
"Urk...!"
I had hit the nail on the head.
"Haha, what are you so worried about? I'll treat you gently. You won't... feel any pain at all."
If she gives me sex, I'm a gentleman. If she refuses, I become a Rape Fiend.
A terribly simple principle.
"I don't know about other things, but I can state this one thing with absolute certainty. You will not regret having sex with me."
"...You only said you'd give me a helping hand, not that we'd have sex."
"Since we're at it, why not give me a helping hand and have sex together? What do you say?"
"...I never imagined Lady Rhea's son would be this unreasonable."
Metis let out a deep sigh and glared at me.
"...If we do have sex, can you absolutely defeat Cronus?"
"I swear it on the name of Zeus."
"...Really, really... really you... Haa. I want to ask Amalthea when I meet her. How on earth you ended up like this."
'I officially have sex with Amalthea seven times a week.' I almost blurted that out.
"...If you can't save Lady Rhea, I swear I won't let it go."
"Of course. Lady Metis. She's also my mother, after all. ...Though I've never even met her once yet."
A spoonful of pity.
A spoonful of sympathy.
"...Then, if you'll excuse me."
I immediately buried my face in Metis's collarbone.
*Lick.*
"Hnng?!"
Metis reacted very sensitively.
A man who starts by sucking on the collarbone?
Such a thing probably never existed in Greece, and wouldn't be in Metis's store of knowledge.
'When I checked the textbook last time, those Greek guys have absolutely zero clue about the true joys of sex.'
They just thrust their dicks in and pound back and forth until they come.
'It's purely male-centered sex.'
Metis's knowledge and what I saw in the textbook probably aren't much different.
There might be cases where someone caresses a woman who is either promiscuous or very open-minded, but my kind of caress is likely a first.
*Lick, lick.*
Lowering the shoulder straps of Metis's dress, I pulled her dress down.
"Lady Rhea, Lady Rhea..."
She kept calling out my mother Rhea's name and trembling violently.
"Did you owe my mother some kind of favor?"
"...Be quiet. From my perspective, *hic*, you're no different from Cronus."
Metis sent me a look filled with contempt and gritted her teeth.
"In the end, you're just going to... force me, just like Cronus did, *ahht?!*"
"That's a rather unpleasant thing to say."
*Squelch.*
I pressed my fingers over her dress, tickling her mound.
"I am not Cronus. And I won't torment you like that either. I'll... let you feel the proof of that, right here and now."
*Rustle, rustle.*
I pulled the dress completely down.
Consequently, Metis's beautiful naked body was fully exposed, and I was suddenly face-to-face with her crimson pussy.
"Wha, what...!"
Metis grabbed my head and tried to push me away.
With my eyes planted right in front of her pussy, she was overwhelmed with embarrassment and tried to escape.
*Grabbed.*
But I seized her pelvis, knelt down comfortably, and looked up at Metis.
"What do you mean, what? I'm performing foreplay before sex."
"For-foreplay? If you mean caressing, what on earth are you—"
*Lick.*
"Ah-huh?!"
Metis screamed and trembled.
"Tha, that place... isn't for licking, *hu-urk*, I'm telling you...!"
The moment I lightly licked the top of her pussy mound, Metis clamped her legs together and tugged at my hair.
*Lick, lick, lick.*
But I kept licking her pussy, over and over.
I moved my tongue up and down, tickling the mound, while simultaneously pushing my tongue inside.
"!!"
Metis kept pushing my forehead away, trying to escape from me.
But she was already pressed against the wall with her butt and back, and the moment I grabbed her pelvis from below, she could no longer flee.
"No, *hu-urk*, why are you doing that, to such a dirty place, like that...!"
*Schlurrrp.*
"Hyaa-?!"
Metis lifted her upper body and tried to break free from me.
To completely prevent her from escaping, I hoisted both of her legs up onto my shoulders and buried my face in her groin.
*Grabbing!*
"Agh, I, I don't know anything about this...!"
Leaning against the wall, Metis was practically sitting on my face with her pussy, completely overwhelmed by my licking.
"Ah, aah, ah, inside, something keeps...! *Ha-euk*, th-this is weird, *hu-uh*, I don't know this stuff...!"
To an unknown pleasure.
*Pshooooo, pshoot, pshoosh.*
Metis ended up cumming, unable to endure it any longer.
She let out a spectacular torrent of squirt, and it trickled down my forehead.
"..."
"Hah, hah, hah..."
Metis's ass sank lower.
I caught her, supporting her weight with both hands and my face.
*Lick.*
"Hyaa?!"
As I began licking her spent pussy again, Metis grabbed my head in a panic.
"S-stop it!! Please, please stop doing that! When you do that to me, I feel so weird, *huu-eukk...!!"
*Pshoosh.*
For the sake of sex, I had no choice but to lick and wet it with even greater intensity, whether she squirted on my face or not.
For this was holy water, and I was a pilgrim who had set out in search of an oasis.
Who in all of Greece would ever eat a woman out?
'This is Eureka.'
Today, I would teach this Wisdom Nymph what true sex really is.
"I-I'll have sex with you, so please stop licking meeee..."
Under the relentless assault, Metis only surrendered after she came three more times.