Rhea's Pregnancy, Give Birth to Quintuplets (2)
Rhea's Pregnancy, Give Birth to Quintuplets (2)
As I claimed two nymphs—and one goddess—a single concern surfaced in my mind.
Is rape-centric sex really the universal standard in this world?
I like that aggressive masculinity is valued, but when it comes to bedding a woman, is it seriously always about mindlessly pounding them like a beast?
What even was the sex I've known until now?
Was it nothing more than childish play-pretend, a shallow game?
No.
This is sex.
If you're going to rut into a woman like a dog, you might as well just grab your cock and jerk off by hand.
"Ahn...♥"
I grew certain as I watched Rhea, who had already begun to come lightly from nothing more than my kisses, caresses, and fingering.
'Cronus, that worthless bastard.'
He is the father who begot me, yet he is also a figure I am destined to overthrow in an unforgivable act of filial impiety.
I already made him vomit by feeding him an object mixed with my semen, so adding a few curses here won't reduce the severity of that impiety.
And what greater impiety is there than claiming Cronus's wife?
"Rhea, you are so beautiful."
I buried my face against Rhea's collarbone.
Simultaneously, my hand continued to tantalize the inside of her pussy, teasing her vaginal walls as if setting them aflame with impatience.
"Haaah..."
I had not even taken off her white dress yet.
I considered keeping it on as we proceeded, but she was no blushing virgin. She was a woman who had already birthed six children—there was no way being naked would embarrass her.
Sliiide.
I used my teeth to pull down her shoulder strap.
Midway, her breast brushed my chin. Pressing against the upper swell of her chest, I moved my head aside.
Slither.
"Ahh..."
Rhea's voluptuous breasts spilled free from her dress.
'They're even bigger than Gaia's.'
The sight before my eyes was even more staggering than the shock I had felt as a baby.
Moreover, the color was pink, as if no one had ever touched them.
'Insane.'
A mother of six with pink nipples?
This is a miracle.
It's more perversely decadent than a virgin-bitch.
"Did your ex-husband never touch these?"
"He only, haah, touched them with his hands..."
"Wah."
Churp.
Without a second thought, I bit down on Rhea's nipple with my mouth.
"Y-You...!"
"Give me milkies."
"Hngh, you really...!"
Rhea frowned as if dumbfounded, but as I continued to suckle her breast, she let out a deep sigh.
"...Do as you like."
Rhea slowly lowered her posture.
Her rear settled onto my thighs as she knelt on either side of me, leaning her upper body back into the perfect position for me to nurse.
"Haa... do you like it that much? ...Sshp, huh?"
Rhea sensed something strange.
I sensed something strange, too.
Schluurp.
...Sweet milk!
I never expected to taste that flavor here.
Schluuuurp.
"W-Wait. This feels strange... Haugh."
Schluuaaarp.
I sucked her breast fiercely.
Thereupon, a liquid as sweet as honey began flowing from Rhea's nipple into my mouth.
"...How does it feel to nurse for the first time in decades?"
"Hng...! Don't say things like that... It makes me, haah, feel so strange..."
"There's nothing strange about it. Breastfeeding is a basic duty for a child."
"That is...exactly what makes it strange...!"
Rhea clutched my hair and looked down at me.
"Are you...really going to do this to your mother...?"
"Aha. So that's what's been bothering you?"
"How could it not bother me!"
Rhea yelled, pulling my head back by the hair.
"You are really—"
"Look at you. So dishonest."
With my free hand, I grabbed the nape of Rhea's neck and pulled her down.
Churp.
Leaning my upper body back against the wall, I made Rhea lie prone on top of me.
My mouth sought another kiss while the palm of my hand continued stimulating her pussy, pressing against her pubic bone.
"Churp, chup, ahvep...♡"
Rhea's kiss was one that craved affection.
Her tongue began to explore me actively, and I deliberately kept my fingers still so she could concentrate.
"...Hwah."
A long string of saliva bridged the space between Rhea and me.
She stared at me through heavy-lidded, languid eyes.
"...Just for today, don't say that kind of thing. Understand...?"
I immediately understood what Rhea was trying to ask.
I kissed her cheek, hoping to lessen the sense of moral transgression she was feeling.
"Alright, Miss Rhea."
I deliberately added distance.
But in a way that made it feel as though Rhea were having sex with me for the first time.
'Let's go with an affair-sex vibe.'
A spoonful of the sympathetic hustler who listens to and comforts a woman suffering from domestic violence.
A spoonful of the tender, kind gentleman who enjoys pure-love sex.
And at the same time, a spoonful of the blond-tanned playboy with a colossal prick, far bigger and sturdier than her ex-husband's, whose formidable technique makes her forget a husband ever existed.
'The perfect trinity.'
Lick.
"Miss Rhea... you seem to feel it quite intensely whenever I do something your ex-husband never did, don't you?"
"Ugh...!"
Rhea clamped her mouth shut.
But this denial was not the kind that threw cold water on the heat of passion, like before. It was an act to heighten the entertainment.
"I-I don't know...!"
"Really? So with your ex-husband, you only ever did rear entry?"
"R-Rear entry..."
My explicit words made Rhea's expression go pale.
She was likely remembering the painful sex she endured under her ex-husband.
Pat, pat.
"Don't worry. I won't do that to you."
I patted Rhea's rear, comforting her.
"Is there anything you want to do?"
I asked her directly instead.
"...I don't know. That sort of thing."
At a stage like this, maybe one or two women out of ten would actually answer.
Most women are reluctant when you openly ask about their preferred positions or play. For them to reply immediately, you would need to be deeply familiar with each other's bodies already, knowing every single preference and erogenous zone by heart through countless intimate nights.
"Then... I'll do as I please."
Lick.
I buried my face back into Rhea's chest.
Lick, lick.
While tormenting her nipple with my tongue, I deliberately looked up, making sure our eyes met as I sucked.
"Ha, hyang... Why...why is milk coming out...?"
Rhea was deeply embarrassed but also intensely pleased.
I felt incredibly at ease, too.
"Nnnggh... Good, more... Do it more..."
Simply by burying my face in those voluptuous breasts and sucking, Rhea reached climax with ease.
"I guess your ex-husband never did this for you?"
"Haugh, talk about that bastard...enough..."
"We can't stop now. The highlight is still coming."
I tapped Rhea's lower back a few times, then gently guided her to lean back a little.
"Who's bigger—your ex-husband, or me?"
"Ghk...!"
Rhea saw my cock below, hidden beneath the shadow of her breasts.
Zeus, too, was apparently unable to resist Rhea's naked body and the wetness dripping from her pussy onto my fingers. It was already flushed a deep, angry red.
"So, Miss Rhea? What do you think?"
"Wh-what on earth are you planning to do with that...?"
"Well... I could do you like your ex-husband did, if you want. Or I could use a different method."
Savaging Rhea from behind, the same way he did, is one option.
Pinning her down in the exact same position and making her feel the sheer difference in grade and size between my cock and her ex-husband's—that would certainly let her experience the contrast viscerally.
But right now, this is pure-love sex.
Rear entry can wait until Rhea grows more accustomed to this.
"But...for now, I think this would be best."
Squelch.
I placed my cock right at the entrance of her pussy.
On the verge of penetration, Rhea lifted her upper body and pulled away.
"Wh-what are you trying to insert...!"
"Now, now. This will make it go in easier, won't it? Your pussy needs to be loosened enough to take the beads so you won't get hurt."
"I-I'm already loose enough, you know...? I'll have you know I'm a mother of six..."
"One of whom...heh-heh, see, there she goes glaring at me. Miss Rhea, you really are adorable."
Peck.
I kissed Rhea's nipple again to reassure her.
"Still, it's been a long time, hasn't it? If you get stuck mid-way because I don't loosen you up first, that'd be even more difficult. What if I have to force it out and hurt the children?"
"Uh, uuh..."
"So let me loosen you up. It'll slide in really smoothly. Because you see...my cock is thicker than those beads."
"..."
Rhea gulped and studied my cock once again.
No matter how she looked at it, it was far thicker than her ex-husband, thicker than any of those beads.
If I were to slap her pussy with this, it would be a level of domestic violence exceeding Cronus, but I had no intention of such brutal acts with Rhea.
"Rhea. Come here."
I wrapped both hands around Rhea's lower back.
One hand grasped her shoulder to keep her from fleeing, while the other held her waist and guided her slowly downward.
"Just for this moment, forget everything else. Just...feel."
Squelch.
My cock entered inside.
Since I had already loosened her pussy with my hand, her hole was instantly pierced by my length.
"Nnngh..."
But that did not mean she was loose.
Though she assumed she had been stretched from being rutted like a dog by her ex-husband, the tightness of her pussy was, quite unexpectedly, comparable to a virgin's.
"It's too big..."
"Bigger than your ex-husband?"
"Of course...haah. Seriously, hyah, I don't know whose son you are, but you grew up very admirably..."
Churp.
Rhea kissed me again.
And it wasn't just our lips—my glans and her cervix also shared a hot, tight kiss.
Squelch, squelch.
'So this is sex with a married woman.'
An instinctive movement of the hips entirely unlike a virgin.
A voluptuous sensuality, grinding her rear in circles like a millstone to heighten her own pleasure.
"Hang, haa..."
A storm of raw, carnal sex, fueled by nothing but lust and stripped of all moral transgression.
...Ah, correction. It is not sex.
This is a medical procedure—a medical procedure.
Just as blowing air into someone's mouth during CPR isn't called a kiss, this is merely the act of loosening the vagina in advance so the beads can slide in smoothly.
"Miss Rhea, you're squeezing incredibly tight...?"
"I don't know...hngh, it's your cock's fault for being too big... Hngh, with a husband like this, a woman would run away...!"
"I wonder. She'd probably come back, unable to forget the taste of this cock for the rest of her life?"
"Nnghh...! That's what makes it, haah, an even scarier cock... Still, hngh, I like that it's bigger than my ex-husband's...♡"
And then, just as I was reaching the threshold of climax.
"Miss Rhea, I'm about to c—"
"Son...!"
With that single whispered word from Rhea, my rising excitement was instantly shattered. The urge to ejaculate vanished in a flash.
"Not now. You can't finish inside me now..."
"...Haah, seriously. That's too cruel, ma'am."
She could have pretended not to notice and let me finish just this once.
At moments like this, it feels harsh. I even began to miss Metis, who always let me finish inside without reservation.
"I'm sorry...but...once the beads are in, then...you can finish inside..."
"Pfft."
It wasn't a refusal.
Rhea had given me permission to ejaculate inside her.
Which means a creampie is necessary.
"If you finish now...it just becomes sex, doesn't it? Right?"
"...You're right. Right now, it was more of an expansion project to make the beads go in easily, wasn't it? Keuh."
"You..."
Rhea glared at me and lifted her rear.
A long, clear string of fluid stretched between her pussy and my cock, both soaked wet with pre-cum and female juices.
"Well then...it's time for you to become a mother now."
The fun time was over.
"Alright, Rhea—"
"It's Miss Rhea. You...need to keep doing that."
"...Fine."
Now was the serious moment—the time to sow my seed within her.
"Miss Rhea, are you ready?"
"...Yes. Hoo, haah. ...Put them in."
My cock was already withdrawn.
I accepted the beads that Rhea had picked up herself, and gently pushed them into her pussy.
"Uuh, nnngh...! Haa, Hestia...!"
"Grrn."
Was she the Goddess of the Hearth?
As soon as I inserted a bead and prodded upward from below with my glans, her pussy began to heat up intensely.
"Ahh... Finally, finally my children...!"
"Ghhk, Miss Rhea, the tightness inside is no joke...kuh-heuh...?!"
Rhea buried my face into her cleavage.
She pulled my head into an embrace, arms wrapped around the back of my neck, and pressed her face against my crown, nuzzling it.
"I can feel it... Those children moving again...! Aah, aah...!"
What need was there to shake her hips violently?
This woman was already crying out in ecstasy, satisfied and enraptured, just from me pushing the beads in with my cock.
"Now...Miss Rhea."
It was time to deliver the finishing blow.
"Are you ready to conceive quintuplets?"
"Yes...please, get me pregnant..."
Tears streaming down her face, Rhea cupped my cheeks and kissed me.
Squelch, squelch.
Following the order Rhea handed them to me, I inserted every single bead, including the final one.
Squelch.
Vwoorp.
Vwoorrrp.
"...We definitely did not have sex. Right?"
"Of course."
It was merely a medical procedure to save lives.