God Descends (3)
God Descends (3)
Cronus was a Titan.
Rhea was a Titan as well.
What exactly was a "Titan"?
Did it simply mean a giant?
No.
The word Titan wasn't just a race—it was a term for the "gods."
A designation brimming with reverence for the great gods, so to speak.
Whether it later acquired meanings like "great" or "gigantic" I don't know, but Titan also functioned as a kind of racial name for the gods.
Calling gods a race feels a little off, but unlike ordinary monsters or beasts from the neighboring region to the south, they were unmistakably gods—deities.
Whether commanding lightning, presiding over war, or simply being a peerless warrior, they wore human forms yet possessed power no monster dared approach.
Take Cronus, the strongest of them all.
He could split a mountain in half by swinging his scythe from the sky toward the land below.
Mother Rhea, a Titan herself, also held immense power.
They say she wasn't on Cronus's level, but with a single gesture she could turn a human woman into an animal for life.
And having inherited the blood of both, I too am a god.
God of Lightning?
Supreme God?
Or God of Rape?
'Fame and titles are earned after deeds worthy of them.'
I was still nothing more than an ordinary Titan Z.
To truly become Zeus, I'd have to succeed in usurping the throne; whether God of Rape or God of Procreation, that was a far-off future.
'For now, I need to wreck Cronus.'
What kind of god I'd become was a matter for after I'd wrecked Cronus. For now, the title to aim for was God-Slayer.
A god who kills a god.
Same logic as smashing the boss's skull to become top dog of the territory.
Sure, it's an unfilial act.
But Cronus cut off his own father's genitals to seize the throne.
That was a good deed.
From that act, the goddess of love Aphrodite, Venus, was born—so cutting off Uranus's dick was definitely a good thing.
However, he devoured my siblings.
'The justification is mine.'
I will strike down a father who committed atrocities to save my family!
If Cronus becomes a tyrant, my usurpation gains powerful justification.
'The justification is already enough. What I lack is ability.'
As a usurper, only one ability was needed.
The combat power to fight Cronus and win.
Fortunately, my body—perhaps thanks to inheriting Cronus's genes—displayed formidable divine power and tremendous ability, growing rapidly.
In just a few years.
I still looked boyish, but I'd grown into a more adult appearance.
And over time, my body gradually became "Zeus."
Simply put, I was hitting secondary sexual characteristics and getting bigger.
Even Narcissus would have acknowledged my pretty-boy beauty, but that exquisite body slowly started gaining a masculine edge.
Once fully grown, I'd probably have a muscular physique like the Laocoon Group carved from marble in Greek Mythology.
Or I'd turn into a gym rat.
'Considering I need to beat down monsters, I do have to become fucking strong.'
A delicate appearance is fine, but if muscles are needed to take down Cronus and slay monsters, I'm okay with getting big.
Why?
Because my cock has already become Zeus!
"Ooh, uugh..."
Amalthea was quite flustered seeing my naked body.
Reflected on the water's surface, my body was hideously imbalanced.
From the neck down except for that one part, I looked delicate, but at the center it was so outsized you could call it a third leg without any exaggeration.
"What's wrong, Sister?"
"It's nothing..."
Thank goodness I washed with the spring's cold water. If I'd been erect, I'd have embarrassed myself.
...No.
In that instant, my mind sparked to life.
As if the Zeus within was guiding me, a flash of inspiration struck, and I came up with a scheme.
'This is what a god of wisdom is.'
Was the wisdom goddess, Athena, going to emerge from my head for no reason?
"...Ah."
The thought immediately killed my mood.
The thought that someday Athena would split my head open and emerge—the immense pain that would assault me—made the blood that was about to surge subside.
'Did Zeus ever bang Athena?'
I couldn't remember.
Probably not.
'I can't even remember how Athena was born, so how would I know?'
The story of her bursting out of Zeus's head is famous, but I have no idea why she'd pop out of mine.
'Better take prophecies seriously.'
Prophecy.
In Greek Mythology, prophecies are absolute.
That's why Cronus is desperately trying to kill his own children to prevent the prophecy from coming true, isn't it?
"Um..."
"Sister, will prophecies really come true?"
"...They will. Definitely."
Amalthea held my hand tightly and gently patted the back of it.
Her soft hand was truly warm.
"I guarantee it."
"Thank you, Sister. ...But Sister, lately I've had a worry."
"A worry? What is it?"
Now.
It was time to recite the magic spell commanded by the Zeus inside me.
"I-it's, uh..."
I deliberately clenched my thighs.
Then I turned my gaze toward Amalthea's chest.
Chest, belly, hips.
I saw her face every day, so I could skip that, but blatant chances to ogle her body like this were rare.
'Are nymphs actually elves?'
Since both have that "ph" sound, her nymph beauty was completely understandable.
'Seeing her again, she's stupidly sexy, damn.'
Now I knew why Zeus went around messing with goddesses, humans, and even forest spirits.
The very existence of nymphs was an obscenity.
To not bang her and knock her up?
That's not just a Zeus thing—it's an insult to all of future mythology.
So.
"Sister... whenever I see you..."
Flinch, flinch.
Amalthea's expression stiffened, and I kept blinking at her pleadingly.
The magic spell.
"Sis... my thingy is weird..."
Behold this radiant scale of Zeus.
Ti-tan.
That was it, in its very essence.
"Uh, uu, uuu..."
Amalthea blushed and panicked.
How guilty would she feel if a young child like me, striving to fulfill his destiny, wore a dying expression?
'If it bothers you, then teach sex ed!'
She had not yet taught me about "sex."
She'd taught me how to fight, how to hold a weapon, how to deal with enemies, but never how a man and woman mate and make a child!
"Sister, what should I do?"
I tossed the ball to Amalthea.
Depending on how she responded, from 69 patterns I'd pick one of 74 options and give one of 892 answers.
"That's... erm, um..."
Amalthea knelt in front of me and opened her mouth toward my thighs.
"...Big sis will blow on it for you."
Yesss.
I covered my face with both hands as if embarrassed and lifted my head toward the sky.
'Just as planned.'
If I didn't, the grin tugging at the corners of my mouth would have been on full display, and I couldn't have that.
Wasn't this the feeling when a man whose plans all come together declares ultimate victory?
However.
"Hooo, haaah, pain... fly away..."
"..."
"Haaaah. Uugh, it's not... going down...?"
When I lowered my head, Amalthea was just panting hot breaths onto my cock with an innocent, flustered face.
Was she doing it on purpose, or was she actually clueless?
'This is a bit tricky.'
If Amalthea knew, it was a devious act; if she didn't, it was the kind of thing that truly drives a man insane.
"Haaah, haaah..."
She wasn't touching or sucking, just puffing breath—haaah, haaah—and it felt like my cock would explode.
I craved the violent, sticky stimulation of Zeus's lightning, but all I got was Amalthea's warm breath.
Ahuhhh.
'There's a mouth pussy right there, so why can't I thrust into it!'
There was a slightly open mouth right there.
If I moved forward to the glans, my cock would steal Amalthea's lips.
Should I jab?
Should I act on instinct?
Then how exactly would Amalthea react?
"Uugh. It's no use..."
Amalthea stood up as if troubled.
"Jupiter, does it still hurt?"
"Yeah, it's throbbing, hotter than before..."
Guilt added.
"What am I supposed to do? This... isn't something wrong, is it?"
"Wrong is... haah, not a good thing..."
Ah.
Now I saw my opening.
"Tell me what to do. I'll try something, somehow."
"Hrr, hrrm..."
Amalthea squeezed her eyes shut.
Then she grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.
"Jupiter, you've become an adult before I knew it."
I stood facing the spring.
Amalthea pressed her chest against my back as if back-hugging me.
'Take it offfff!'
That wicked dress is blocking the sensation of bare skin.
Give back my anticipation of ripping apart the nymph's dress and having her soft breasts rest on me!
'Or maybe Amalthea should strip and rub against me?'
"...Give me your hand."
That wasn't happening.
Amalthea simply placed her hand over mine and guided it toward my groin.
"What did I tell you to do when your muscles are tense?"
"You said to press firmly with your hand to loosen them."
"This is the same. Like this..."
Jesus.
Amalthea's soft hand finally grabbed my cock.
She placed her right thumb on my glans and slid her fingers down, gripping it like a pole.
"I-is this how it's done? It stings more than before..."
"Wait just a moment."
Amalthea flicked my left hand.
Then the spring water below surged upward and slowly wet my cock from the tip.
"Wh-why are you pouring water on it? Because it's hot?"
"...A reason like that?"
A reason like that?
What reason?
It seemed like just shaking the hand up and down would work, so why pour water?
"Jupiter, from now on... don't tell the Earth Mother Goddess about this."
"D-don't tell? Will I be in big trouble?"
"...Because I'll be in big trouble."
"Th-then shouldn't we not do the treatment?"
"Up to that point, it's fine."
Amalthea let out a deep sigh from behind.
Her breath tickled my hair.
The breath that was panting in front of my cock just a moment ago was now above my head, making me feel truly electrified.
More electrifying, though, was the handjob itself.
'How long has it been since my last ejaculation?'
Until now, I had never once masturbated.
Why?
For this day!
"...Excuse me."
Amalthea very slowly moved the hand gripping my water-soaked cock back and forth.