Rhea's Pregnancy, Give Birth to Quintuplets (1)
Rhea's Pregnancy, Give Birth to Quintuplets (1)
Zeus had just stepped outside for a moment.
Rhea wished to speak with Gaia alone.
"What in the world were you thinking to say such a thing?!"
Rhea was furious.
"Telling me to have sex with my own child!"
"Precisely what I said. Only that method can restore your children to life."
"What do you...!"
"The Curse of Cronus has been placed upon them."
"!!"
Rhea was horrified.
That Cronus had laid a curse upon the five precious children she carried within her—what absurd nonsense was this?
"When he swallowed them, they were mere infants, correct? Yet now they are no larger than plum-sized beads. Why have the children shrunk so? The answer is simple. The Curse of Cronus resides within them. Though you cannot feel it, I can sense Cronus's energy even now."
"Then we can simply break the curse, can we not?!"
"The way to break that curse is for you to become pregnant once more. Cronus himself likely feared Tartarus too much to kill his own offspring outright. Even if Uranus burst forth, raging and clamoring for vengeance on behalf of his grandchildren, the Titans would have answered his call."
Whatever else they might do, killing one's own children was an act the Titan race could not condone.
No matter that a child might one day topple your authority, usurp your throne, and ascend to a higher seat—killing your own child carried risk far too great.
That was precisely why Cronus had placed such a vicious curse upon his children.
"Rhea, you must carry these beads within your womb once more, and receive Cronus's seed. Only then can the five children be reborn."
Perhaps Cronus had swallowed his children and kept them in his belly, preparing for the day when he would one day tire of the divine throne and need to pass it to the next generation.
Had he planned to rule for a lifetime, and when the labor grew too tiresome, simply retrieve whichever child from his stomach and use it to impregnate Rhea again?
He had already tasted every pleasure, and the world had become a place where no one dared entertain even a flicker of ambition against the four-syllable name of Cronus.
The moment Cronus could no longer feel the "thrill" of domination and rule, he would have intended to hand his throne down to his children.
By impregnating Rhea once more.
"But... that means... I would have to endure him... Cronus... once more."
"Does that child not also carry Cronus's blood?"
"!!"
"That child can do it. Cronus could never have imagined that a child of his own blood—a male child, no less—would still be alive. So the possibility exists. The semen of Zeus, who carries the bloodline of Cronus, could breathe the vital spark needed to awaken your five children."
Gaia reached out.
She clasped Rhea's hands.
"If you truly cannot bear it, then I shall bear them in your stead."
"Mother!!"
"Half of you is me. If you fear giving birth to children again, then I can bear them for you."
At Gaia's extreme proposal, Rhea fell into turmoil.
Was that truly the only way?
To place the five children back inside her womb, and have Zeus ejaculate his semen within?
Did that not mean she would have to have sex with Zeus himself?
"...Truly, fate is bitterly cruel. How can such a thing be possible?"
"I feel the same. But remember this, daughter. The evil one is Cronus. It is because the atrocities he committed are so monstrously vile that you and your children must suffer this anguish."
"...And Zeus?"
Rhea asked, her face crumbling as though her heart were shattering.
"What of that child?"
"...He said if it was the path to saving his siblings, he would follow it willingly. However, he set one condition."
"A condition...?"
"He told me that if you refuse, Rhea, he will never do it."
"..."
Zeus had left the choice entirely in Rhea's hands, upon the woman herself.
"Should I refuse..."
"Then I must bear them. For Zeus alone cannot defeat Cronus."
"..."
Rhea fell silent.
Though her heart was bitter and she agonized over whether this path was truly the right one, only a single choice remained.
"...My own children cannot become my younger siblings. Very well, I understand. Zeus... inside."
Rhea swallowed hard.
She had succeeded in escaping Cronus's rape and protecting a child, but now this bizarre situation had come to pass where she would bear children from Cronus's own offspring.
"Hnk, hnnng...!"
Step, step.
From outside, the golden-haired youth, Zeus, entered the cave.
He gazed at Rhea with a heartbroken expression and sat down beside her on the bed where she sat dazed.
"...I shall call you Mother one last time. Rhea."
Zeus took Rhea's hands.
"At the moment of my birth, I felt the touch of someone's hand. A trembling that was so full of love, yet at the very same time so full of sorrow, transmitted straight into my body. I agonized so deeply, wondering who on earth could weep so bitterly over a small child who could not even properly open his eyes. And now... I have met her at last."
"You..."
"Thank you for giving me life and bringing me into this world. And I am grateful. And... please forgive me."
Gently.
Zeus brushed the corners of Rhea's eyes with his fingers.
"You will never be remembered as a woman who willingly lay with her son. You will only be a tragic woman, entangled in the insidious lust of a vile bastard who carries Cronus's blood."
"What... do you...?"
"To the world, I will spread the word that I raped you."
"What..."
Rhea's entire body stiffened.
He was her son, and even setting that bias aside, no matter how she looked at him, the young man before her was far too far removed from anything called 'rape.'
Yet this young man intended to commit the outrage of violating his own mother and then to deceive everyone by announcing it far and wide?
"Then... you would become the villain."
"Yes. A piece of garbage reviled by heaven and earth. But Rhea, if one man sullies himself with filth, five lives can reclaim the joy of life they were always meant to enjoy."
"You...!"
"My will is already set. My heart is resolved. I am the whelp of a beast who carries Cronus's blood... that gives it sufficient plausibility, does it not? Ha ha."
Abruptly.
Rhea embraced Zeus and wept uncontrollably.
"How can you speak such sorrowful words...!"
"How can you utter such things with a face utterly unperturbed...! No one has forced this sacrifice upon you!"
"It is a path I chose myself. This is my mission, my fate, my destiny."
"Such a destiny...!"
"Rhea. Do not forget."
Zeus clasped both of Rhea's hands firmly once more.
"When you first saw me. When I said I was your son. What did you feel?"
"...I was overjoyed. Though I could not nurse you at my breast and raise you, I was so proud, so fulfilled, so sorry that you had grown up so fine and upstanding without me."
"Yes. That is what matters, Rhea."
He patted the back of her hand and smiled softly.
"Hestia."
"Ugh...!"
Though it was only a single word, Rhea's heart ached as though pierced by a blade.
"Demeter. Hera. Hades. Poseidon. ...Lady Gaia told me. All of them... are right here, aren't they."
Zeus pointed at the beads Rhea had placed by her bedside.
"Mother. All you need to do is close your eyes. When you open them... your beloved children will once again stretch out their tiny, adorable hands toward you. If you feel sorry you could not nurse me at your breast, then nurse my older sisters... no, those who shall now be my younger siblings."
"You... no. This is wrong."
Tears streamed down Rhea's face.
She could no longer see what lay ahead, and she buried her face into Zeus's chest.
"I am burdening you with a pain you can never erase for the rest of your life. But... please forgive my selfishness. I... I miss... my children...!"
"Of course, Rhea. What happens today in this cave, for all eternity, shall be known only to those who are here, until the very end of the world."
Zeus stroked Rhea's hair.
"You will be known as a woman violated by the filth called Zeus."
Rhea closed her eyes.
* * *
Outside.
"Is this truly... all right?"
Amalthea asked Gaia, who had stepped outside, her voice heavy with worry.
"Why? Do you fear a great calamity will occur? Indeed, from a nymph's perspective, this is depravity itself."
"..."
Amalthea could not bring herself to answer.
No matter that it was the way of the Titan race, the mixing of blood with blood once more could not help but stir deep worry.
"Do not fret. The Titan race, according to your kind's phrasing... grows stronger the more 'incest' they practice. Am I not the same?"
"...Pardon?"
"Oh my, you did not know? My husband, Uranus, is a child I bore myself."
"..."
Uranus. Gaia's husband.
"The affairs of gods must not be viewed through the eyes of nymphs and mortals."
Gaia spoke with an utterly matter-of-fact expression.
* * *
"Um..."
Rhea was flustered.
"What?"
"What are you... doing?"
As Zeus had instructed, Rhea corrected her speech.
"What am I doing? I am obviously doing what must be done."
The sound of Zeus's voice coming from right before her made Rhea feel impossibly awkward.
"First, we are going to have sex, so you need to be at least somewhat wet."
Squelch.
"...Hnn?!"
Zeus's fingers slid into Rhea's pussy in a single motion.
"Bear with it, Rhea. Do not tense up. Just relax, slowly, and feel it."
"You, you are...!"
"You are sensitive, aren't you. Is it because it is with me?"
Zeus grinned mischievously and buried his face against Rhea's chest.
And as his fingers stirred within her, he made Rhea's body heat up naturally.
"Ah, ahhh, aahh...!"
"Did your ex-husband ever do this for you?"
"!!"
She felt herself gradually opening, then suddenly her mind snapped sharply back to awareness.
"...He never once faced you like this, looking you in the eyes, did he?"
"...No."
Cronus's sex with her had come in only two forms.
Rhea, flat on her back while he raped her.
Or on all fours like a dog, while he raped her.
"Hmm... I wonder what Rhea might like..."
Meeting Rhea's gaze, Zeus swept his eyes over her entire body.
With the fingers hooked into her pussy, he pulled her lower body toward him, and with his arm laced through her armpit, he drew Rhea's shoulder toward him.
"While kissing, have you ever been caressed?"
"...That."
Though she had given birth six times, Rhea was too ashamed to answer Zeus's question.
"...Kisses, and caresses... are both firsts."
"...Hah."
Zeus brushed Rhea's hair back with his hand and pressed his face close.
"Close your eyes. I will... take care of violating you."
"Nn..."
Chu-rup.
The sensation of a tongue, unbearably sweet.
Confronted with a tenderness and sweetness she had never been able to feel while accepting only one man her entire life, Rhea gave up on thinking.