Teaching Metis Sex (2)
Teaching Metis Sex (2)
Sex is a mutual act between a man and a woman.
One side just unilaterally ramming a cock in is merely sex for the man; the woman simply feels like she's being used as a plaything.
'Typical of you olive bastards.'
In Greece, sex starts and ends with a man thrusting and spilling his seed.
Foreplay is nothing more than a man biting and sucking a breast; if he's truly considerate, he might add a kiss.
Just shove a cock in, shake your hips, and it's over.
If a cock enters without proper foreplay, the woman has no choice but to suffer pain and agony.
Worse, if you rut like a dog the way Cronus did, the brutality multiplies exponentially.
'I'm different.'
So, to avoid repeating Cronus's mistreatment of his former wife, I resolved to be reasonably gentle and make sure the woman could enjoy the pleasure of sex.
'I need to make her want to come back for an after-party on her own. I can't be the one begging for another round, can I?'
If it were a one-night stand, maybe, but I can't just take her by force and then toss her aside—especially a woman who clearly deserves more than a single encounter.
'I need to have sex with her at least five times.'
If I spend a night with a woman and it's truly mind-blowing, I won't be satisfied until I've had at least five more nights with her.
"Haaah... if you keep sucking my pussy like that..."
The woman before my eyes, Metis, is no exception.
"Hnng...!"
If I were just going to have sex once and be done with her, I'd grab any woman for a one-night stand. Why would I bother sucking her pussy and licking it with my tongue while enduring a face full of her tidal wave?
'And I have to make her beg me to come inside.'
It's all to plant the thought in Metis's mind that she wants to be with me of her own accord.
Search all of Greece, and you won't find another man who cherishes her and makes her feel such pleasure.
I must make her heart ache with longing and turn her into a fool who thinks only of me.
I have to turn her into my own lewd bitch who thinks of my cock even in her sleep and masturbates!
'And then she becomes my woman.'
The ultimate goal is simple: to make her incapable of even considering another man, and to make her crave sex with me—Zeus—forever.
The only man who can suck this pussy, thrust into this pussy, and spill his seed in this pussy is Zeus.
I cannot let this woman go.
I'm sorry to Amalthea, but objectively speaking, Metis is a far more beautiful woman.
If it were up to me, I'd want to make this woman claim one of the seats among the Twelve Olympians I will one day lead.
And later, I will impregnate this woman, and if she bears a daughter, I shall name that child Athena.
The Wisdom Nymph would give birth to the Goddess of Wisdom. Now that a woman who knew sex only in theory has felt it bodily, it's time for her to gain a mother's knowledge and awaken to wisdom.
For that day, I laid a snare called orgasm for Metis.
Lick. Lick.
"Ahh...!"
I lifted Metis in one swift motion. As if lifting a horse upside-down, I supported her luscious buttocks with my hands, carried her to the bed, and laid her down.
Flump!
The bed sank instantly as I gently laid Metis flat on her back.
"Ah... haah... how long are you going to—hic—keep doing only that there..."
And then I kept sucking her pussy, now spread wide open.
'Long live nymphs.'
The fluids flowing from her weren't fishy or repulsive at all. Like savoring sweet honey, the taste was simply delicious on my tongue.
"Lady Metis, you're truly... delicious."
"To taste a person's... hnng...! parts like that... don't—haah... don't suck on them...!"
*Schluuurp. Sluuurp.*
A day may come when I miss the characteristic briny taste of a human, but if I'm set on tonguing a pussy, a hundred times out of a hundred I'll choose a nymph's pussy—it's like licking syrup.
"Ugh, hic, it's too embarrassing...!"
She'd covered herself with a thin white blanket and was hugging a pillow, hiding her face. She was so completely bundled up that even looking up from below, I couldn't see her face.
*Schlurp. Tssp.*
I buried my face in Metis's pussy and kept sucking. It wasn't just sucking now; I gently tickled her mons with my fingers, adding light stimulation by rolling her clitoral hood.
"Hnng... hnn... hnng..."
Metis's legs kept spreading wider. With the constant pleasure of her pussy being stimulated by my tongue and hands, she surrendered to a lewd sense of moral corruption.
"Rhea's son is—hic—doing this...!"
"What is your relationship with my mother?"
We talk during sex. I'm not particularly fond of talking during a meal, but this conversation would act as an excellent catalyst to amplify Metis's pleasure.
"With Mother Rhea... what kind of relationship do you have?"
"Haaah... th-that is...!"
"Is it... embarrassing to have sex with the child of Rhea?"
*Peck.*
After giving her pussy a kiss, I slowly moved my head upward.
Lingering on her clit with gentle rolls of my tongue, I crawled unhurriedly upward, pressing my tongue firmly and leaving a strong kiss mark on the smooth, hairless white mons above her pubic bone.
"Haah..."
Passing her lower belly, I gave a short kiss near her navel, then ascended as if layering my body over hers.
"Haah, haah."
When I pushed the pillow aside, Metis's completely flushed red face came into view.
Her eyes, stained with shame and anticipation, were looking at me, and the contempt I'd seen when I first said I wanted sex was entirely absent.
Of course.
'This... is sex? It's so different from what I've heard...! I've been thinking the wrong thing all along.'
She probably imagined wild, violent sex—being slapped, having her breasts brutally squeezed, outright rape. Did she expect to receive sweet, innocent caresses?
'I'm genuinely not the kind of guy who puts in this much effort, but I've made up my mind and I'm licking it just this once.'
As a man, I want to just thrust and spill my seed, same as every other Greek man. But because I want to keep seeing Metis, I'm threading that first button carefully—securing a mental Chastity Belt on this pussy.
Only I can provide this kind of sex.
*Slip.*
Her breasts brushed past my eyes. Her stiff, erect nipples were pink, untouched by any hand, but I deliberately ignored them and licked up through her cleavage.
The breasts can wait. Now was the time to approach Metis's face.
"Haah, haah, haah."
Breathing harshly, Metis squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. She was too embarrassed to face me, so I reached out and gently turned her head back to face forward.
"Metis. I haven't heard yet. What your relationship with Mother Rhea is."
"Th-there... we're touching...!"
"...Heh."
What could be touching.
I have no idea.
'What do you mean, touching?'
While crawling up, I had intentionally lifted my hips so my cock pointed downward, away from her entrance.
I'd hooked the head of my cock into the folds of the bedsheet, pointing it in the exact opposite direction from entry.
"Tell me. What is touching what?"
Thanks to that, the moment my pubic bone rested on Metis's body, my shaft was gently laid on top of her mons.
"I won't know unless you say it. Aren't you the Wisdom Nymph? Teach me, the one who knows nothing."
"Ugh...! If you—hic—make a woman feel awkward like that...!"
"Why is it awkward? Could it be... you've become curious?"
*Slide. Slide.*
I was perfectly still, yet Metis's pussy kept trying to swallow my cock.
'What will happen if this cock enters you.'
The head was still buried in the bedsheet, but the base and shaft of my cock were parting her pussy lips and soaking in her moisture.
"Mouth."
But I didn't just thrust my cock in.
*Peck.*
Very lightly, I held Metis's face in both hands and kissed her.
Starting with a light peck, just lips touching, I gradually wound my hand through her hair and slid my tongue between her lips, tapping at her teeth.
...
Open the door. I conveyed my intent to Metis with my eyes.
Gazing down at her, I widened my eyes like a Greek olive in warning: there'd be hell to pay if she didn't open those tightly shut teeth.
Sex gently, but kissing roughly. It's contradictory, but the effect was immediate.
"...Haah..."
Metis eventually opened her mouth. A heated breath rose between her neat teeth, and I immediately thrust my tongue forward, seeking hers out.
*Lick. Lick.*
Metis's hands, curled beside her face, tightened. I gripped her hand, interlocking our fingers, and her nails dug into my skin. It didn't hurt. I was too absorbed in the softness of Metis's tongue to feel any pain.
*Lick. Lick.*
*Smirk.*
Playing hide-and-seek with Metis's tongue, I smiled at her with my eyes. Metis glared at me with a complicated expression before the strength gradually drained from her eyes.
*Pat, Pat.*
Metis stretched her hand behind my back and tapped me. I swept my lips lightly over hers and lifted my head just a little.
"Why?"
And then.
"...Um, L-Lord... Zeus?"
Finally, Metis looked as if she was about to ask me for something.
"Why?"
The moment she added "Lord," the situation was already turned completely around.
"Now... it's about time..."
"About time for what?"
"Ugh, you're mean...!"
"I said I won't know unless you tell me."
I am the master of this bed, and Metis has become a woman swayed by my cock.
"The first time... h-hic, hnnn..."
"Don't be embarrassed. Tell me, slowly."
"Ugh..."
Metis frowned at me.
"You absolutely cannot—hic—finish inside me... ...Got it?"
"Heh."
Answering only with a laugh, I pressed my lips to Metis's mouth.
Now that I had her permission to enter, there was no need to keep wetting her pussy with foreplay. Already, her juices were trickling down and dripping along my shaft.
"And... before you put it in."
Metis pushed me away and sat up. Taking my heated cock in her hand and gently shaking it, she murmured something.
"...In the name of the sea."
*Shwaaa.*
Something—a very thin Water Membrane—coiled around my cock.
"This is...?"
"J-just in case you come inside... this will... hold your semen."
Isn't this woman a total genius? She developed a condom on her own.
And the fact that she made a condom and put it on my cock herself meant she was completely on board for sex.
'It's a shame it's condom sex, but if it's this thin, I don't really mind.'
A creampie being off the table is a shame, but if the mood strikes midway, I can just spill inside and that'll be that.
Someone once said. Forgiveness is easier than permission.
'If I make her feel good with a creampie, she'll forgive me.'
I just need to teach her that condomless sex—doing it raw—feels way better than condom sex.