Escape, to Tartarus (1)
Escape, to Tartarus (1)
There's a saying that you don't mess with a dog while it's eating.
It means you never interfere when someone is doing something important.
But on this day, at this hour, I'd resolved to take a maiden's virginity, was about to claim the remaining two who were still untouched, and suddenly some bastard barges in to ruin it?
"I want to kill him."
If it weren't Cronus, I would've charged out and killed him on the spot.
I'd have lopped off his head and cock, tossed them outside, and then savored the triumph of victory while claiming Poseidon and Hades' first times.
But the opponent is that Cronus.
A power we cannot overcome right now. We still need more strength.
Poseidon and Hades had only just physically matured enough to lose their virginity. We all needed more time to grow.
"Hestia! Open the emergency passage, quickly! We'll buy you time!"
"Understood, brother! Be careful!"
Hestia, limping, supported Rhea.
Though just pumped full of cum moments ago, Demeter likewise helped the still-dazed Hera deeper into the cave.
"I'm sorry, both of you. Especially since it was your momentous first time."
"It's fine. We can just do it after we win or escape."
"I finally mustered the courage to seize the moment... haa. This rage... I will definitely repay it."
Poseidon and Hades each gripped their spears.
At the end of the shafts Amalthea had personally carved, sharp-edged steel spearheads were affixed.
There were no crescent curves or serpentine twists involved. Nothing like that.
The sword I held was the same.
In this era, amassing even this level of armament while evading Cronus's eyes is no easy feat.
We were fortunate that Gaia had secretly passed us these emergency weapons through the underground passages to protect ourselves. Without them, we might have had to face Cronus's Scythe with our bare bodies.
Cronus's Scythe is no ordinary steel sickle.
It's a divine artifact in itself, the very blade that severed Uranus's cock and drank its blood, wielded by a Titan god.
In fact, after dealing a groin kick to Cronus, I had to scramble out of range immediately, terrified the Scythe might come flying at me.
A weapon personally prepared by Gaia to cut off Uranus's cock.
With a brute butcher like Cronus wielding it, it cannot be anything but terrifying.
"...He's coming."
Thud. Thud.
The sound of footsteps walking from outside into the cave began to echo inside.
Poseidon and Hades fell increasingly silent. I could hear the nervous sound of them swallowing hard.
"If it comes down to it, both of you escape too. I'll buy time."
"But...!"
"I hate that kind of thing. If I say run, you run. I'll find a way to survive and escape no matter what."
Cronus was coming to kill us because of the prophecy.
Though I'd given him a thorough screwing, I wasn't Cronus's only target.
There was Rhea. All six of us twins were targets.
And then.
"...I can smell it from inside."
He had finally arrived.
Cronus, appearing from the darkness with a murderous face, gripped his Scythe tightly as though ready to slit my throat at any moment.
"You two... Yes. I see it now, from your hair. Are you Hades and Poseidon?"
Both were born female.
But the look Cronus fixed on the two of them was laced with unmistakable hostility.
"Not just Zeus. I will slaughter you all right here. I won't even throw you into Tartarus. I will sever your limbs so you can never be reborn... and let the vultures peck at you daily. Heh heh heh."
"You... cruel...!"
Just as I expected, Cronus did not regard us as his children in the slightest.
"I don't know how you broke the seal, but your eyes will weep tears of blood. The five sisters you struggled to save are all about to die again."
"Everyone but you knows who's going to be the one weeping tears of blood, don't they?"
A dark, twisted desire boiled up from within me.
It wasn't just to shake Cronus's composure. Deep in my heart, a sense of superiority and confidence over Cronus was screaming at me.
Tell the truth to that bastard.
'They all know what's what by now anyway.'
It didn't matter if Poseidon, Hades, or any of the other sisters heard it.
The fact that I am their brother—and their father.
"How did I break the seal? That's..."
"You are not our father."
Poseidon cut me off, aiming her spear.
Though somewhat tense, she mocked Cronus with a clear, resolute stare.
"Haha, I'm not your father? True, no father would try to kill his own children. But I am different. I am your—"
"The children you birthed are dead. We were reborn thanks to Zeus, our 'Dad.'"
"...What did you say?"
Hades's supporting strike caused a crack to appear in Cronus's expression.
Brother and Dad.
The meaning conveyed is clearly different.
"Wh-what does that..."
"Though our souls may have been inherited from you, the seed that formed our bodies was received from Zeus, not you."
"You devoured your children the moment they were born, didn't you? Then they already died. You still don't get what that means?"
The two turned their gazes toward me.
I could not look away from their eyes.
I have to say it clearly.
And to do that, I must utter the phrase that suits this situation best right now.
For an instant.
I caught my reflection in the blade of the Scythe.
Though my skin was pale from a long life inside the cave, my body had become sturdy, packed with muscle, not inferior when compared even to Cronus. It was unmistakably the body of a chief god.
And if my skin were to tan dark here...
'Total Blond-Tanned Playboy.'
A Blond-Tanned Playboy, huh.
Then there is only one thing to say.
"Rhea's pussy was amazing."
"Wh-what...?!"
"I couldn't overcome the blood of the undutiful child flowing through my body. The blood of the one who severed his father's genitals... screamed at me to commit filial impiety, you see?"
With as much sleazy creepiness as I can muster.
And with the utmost contempt for Cronus.
'This guy whose dick is smaller than mine.'
Perfect contempt.
"I came inside Rhea."
"..."
The Scythe Cronus was clutching lowered slightly.
Struck by a massive shock, he stood blankly with an expressionless face.
"What I'm saying is, I put it inside Rhea, pumped my sisters, whom you devoured, back in, came inside, and made them be born again. So now they're both my little sisters... and my daughters, you get it?"
I was just about to have sex with them a moment ago, but.
"So while the family's trying to have some cozy time together, don't interfere and just fuck off."
One final blow.
"Because Rhea's waiting for me in bed right now."
"You... you incestuous bastard!!"
Enraged, Cronus slammed the Scythe into the ground.
I threw myself to the side exactly as I had trained with Amalthea.
Slash!
The cave split vertically in two.
Had I stayed still or been even slightly late, I would have been split in half along with the cave.
"...Brother."
"Yeah, this isn't going to work."
An opponent who can cleave the earth in two with a single enraged strike cannot be defeated with an iron sword.
Though I do not mean to blame the weapon, unless it's something on the level of the Scythe, swinging this iron sword at him probably wouldn't even leave a scratch on his skin.
So for now, we buy time and escape.
If we can just survive and escape, we can beat him at 'that place.'
"Die, you filthy incestuous degenerate!!"
"If I'm an incestuous degenerate..."
I dodged the Scythe's blade with all my might and concentrated my attacks on Cronus's lower half.
"...then you're a defeated male. You tiny-dicked piece of shit."
However strong Cronus might be, he cannot block my verbal abuse.
* * *
While it is true that Titan gods are fundamentally divine beings, there are those among them with overwhelmingly superior combat power.
Zeus is one of them.
Poseidon and Hades, who follow after him, are also such.
Then how strong are Rhea, Hestia, Demeter, and Hera?
Relatively speaking, they are weak.
Partly because the first three are overwhelmingly strong, but more importantly, in a fight with Cronus, they posed a far greater risk of being taken hostage and becoming a liability.
"Kugh...!"
That is why we had to flee with tears in our eyes.
Always prepared for unforeseen situations, we had made arrangements to escape at any time.
And the four of them, once they were sure they could escape, focused entirely on preparing a means to flee Crete the moment they arrived.
"Haa, haa...!"
We ran and ran through the arduous, lengthy cave, and finally reached its end.
Caw, caw—
There was nothing there.
The only thing visible was the sea with its rolling waves. From the hole down to the sea's surface, it was a sheer cliff easily dozens of meters high.
"Are you... alright, Hera?"
"Y-yes..."
Hera was panting for breath, supported by Hestia and Demeter.
She shouldn't lack stamina just from dashing through the cave a bit, being of the Titan race, but she was having an unusually hard time holding her body steady.
"I'm... sorry, Mother. And... both of you."
"No, don't be. It's only natural to be like that after receiving a creampie from Zeus. Everyone is."
"But Demeter is..."
"Your older sister has received it many times already."
"..."
Hera's face flushed red and she bowed her head.
Because she had given in to greed and lied to monopolize Zeus's cock, she had nearly caused a huge burden right in the middle of Cronus's pursuit.
"...I'll be careful from now on."
"No, sister. The timing was just bad this time."
"That's right. And we just need to receive as much as you did, eventually... so it's fine."
"Ah."
Hera watched Hestia's faint smile and grew even more embarrassed.
"...Fufu, you all have such good attitudes. We really can't help it with Zeus."
Rhea simply beamed brightly, watching her daughters.
"Let's wait for Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades to come back alive. They'll be here... soon."
"So what do we do now...?"
"Wait just a little. Surely, down below here..."
Phooo—
A very faint whistle sounded from below.
All four turned their gazes towards the wave-tossed sea surface.
"!!"
Below the cliff.
There was a place that was eerily calm.
If you just stood on the cliff, it was invisible, but leaning your upper body forward until you almost hung over the edge, you could begin to see what was hidden by the slope.
"...A cave?"
There was a sea cave below the cliff.
And as if blessed by the sea itself, the waves flowed into it with an unnatural gentleness.
"Ah...!"
Hera saw it.
Amalthea, holding a whistle, waving her hand.
"...Huh."
And she saw something else.
Aboard the small boat Amalthea was riding.
A woman in a white dress, with grey hair murkier than Poseidon's but still reminiscent of water, standing on the deck, holding the tiller.
"...So that's Metis."