War Breaks Out, Titanomachy (6) Persephone Making-of Film
War Breaks Out, Titanomachy (6) Persephone Making-of Film
The Hecatoncheires moved swiftly, building fortifications.
Hades guided the lingering spirits on Mount Olympus to the Underworld. Hestia kindled beacons across the slopes, planting her Flame. Poseidon opened waterways up the mountain.
And Demeter took on a role vital to the Olympus stronghold: she was in charge of supplies—food provisions.
More than any of her sisters, she had most intensely inherited their mother Rhea's 'power.' She was destined to succeed Gaia and Rhea as the next Earth Mother Goddess.
That was why Zeus took Demeter into the forest.
To check the state of Olympus's food stores.
The Titan race did not starve.
But the psychological satisfaction that came from eating—and the spiritual hollowness that crept in when you ate nothing—was impossible to describe. A hunger knotted up over ten thousand years! Just a few days of fasting drove some to the brink of madness. The food situation was critically important.
"Nngh..."
Hera watched her busy sisters and pouted.
The Hecatoncheires' movements were more systematic than her own; if she tried to help, she'd likely just get in the way. Helping the Cyclopes build the forge was just as awkward. You must not come in here! The Cyclopes had forbidden Hera from entering the smithy. They were women themselves, so the idea that a woman wasn't allowed in a smithy was absurd, but that's what they insisted. Hera fulfills her role just by staying still.
"...What's that supposed to mean?"
Zeus had earnestly instructed the Cyclopes and the Hecatoncheires. They were to keep Hera from doing anything dangerous.
But that had wounded Hera's pride.
"Are you telling me to do nothing at all?"
Saaaah.
Hera stretched her hand toward a little bird scurrying along in front of her. In a single breath, the small sparrow swelled with vigor and became an eagle. It inspected its handsomely transformed body from every angle, gave Hera a salute, and soared high into the sky.
Hera had power, too.
It was just that, if you asked whether that power was useful against Cronus... right now, it wasn't. She excelled at transforming into beasts, transforming others, blessing warriors, and using her power and authority to fire energy-charged shots at enemies—better than anyone else. But when it came to anything other than directly 'confronting an enemy,' Hera wasn't much help. In the current task of 'building fortifications,' Hera could only stand and watch.
"...Hmph."
Hera rolled up her sleeves and headed for the peak. Sitting still didn't suit her temper, and she figured she could at least manage something like gathering fruit. So Hera went looking for Zeus and Demeter, and...
"...That bitch?"
The vulgar word slipped out before she knew it. Yet the moment she saw the scene before her, she felt justified in calling her own sister a bitch—she was that furious.
"Ahh, Zeus..."
Demeter was seducing Zeus.
She was trapping him with those pointlessly enormous breasts.
Should she rush in right now? But then Zeus would hate it.
"..."
Hera hid behind a tree. And began to study, with close attention, exactly what Demeter was doing for Zeus. If Demeter couldn't satisfy him, then she herself would step forward and satisfy him instead.
My pussy might be weaker, but I'm better at sex!
Hera took pride in her body. Since she was little, Zeus had always spent more time examining her body than her sisters'. Whenever Zeus looked at her, she felt a rush of pride, as though he were looking at the Goddess of Love and Beauty. She clearly felt it. Zeus liked her best among the sisters. Even if he had sex with the others, he cherished and loved her most, and he adored her body most of all. Proof: unlike the others, during that mad first experience he had ejaculated inside her no fewer than five times!
And yet.
"Zeus, I'll do it just like Mother. Lie down."
"Nngh...!"
Demeter laid Zeus on the ground. The sheer audacity—laying Zeus on the ground and climbing on top of him upside-down was maddening—but the position where his tongue reached Demeter's pussy was unbearably enviable. What was it called again? Right. They said that form was clearly the sixty-nine. A filthy, perverted act where both partners sucked each other's genitals. And Demeter used it to show off her huge tits!
Softly squeezing.
"Th-that...!"
Demeter pulled her massive breasts forward and wrapped them around Zeus's cock. Her breasts were so big that Zeus's decidedly long cock barely managed to poke the glans out from between them.
I can only manage two-thirds...!
Jealousy flared. When Hera used to see Demeter running, breasts bouncing, she'd think: how uncomfortable—always patting her own shoulders—so very uncomfortable. She had been proud of her own chest, which wasn't excessive like that but was still definitely 'big.' Now she burned with envy for Demeter's enormous breasts. Breasts that rivaled their mother Rhea's.
"Fufufu."
Squelch, squelch.
Demeter smeared the clear fluid leaking from Zeus's glans across her breasts and began rubbing him freely with her cleavage. She pressed her breasts from both sides, stimulating his cock with a soft, pillowy pressure. It was exactly the method Mother Rhea had used.
"How is it, Zeus? My breasts, hyaah...?"
"How's my tongue?"
Lick, lick.
Zeus lifted his head and laid his tongue on Demeter's pussy. He teased her clit with his tongue, then licked broadly across her mound as if spreading it open, before slipping his tongue inside and beginning to suck.
"...Nngh."
Watching Demeter get eaten, Hera felt as though she were being eaten herself. They were different beings—even if they were sisters—yet Hera felt a sharp, twisting ache deep in her lower belly.
"Ah..."
Had Demeter's pleasure transmitted to her? No. Simply watching Demeter and Zeus suck and devour each other was making Hera's body heat up. She grew wet below. She squeezed her own breast with a bite of pain and slid her hand downward.
"...Hngh."
It was nothing like Zeus's cock, but still, fingers could soothe her to some degree.
Lick, lick.
Hera imitated the way Zeus moved his tongue and tickled her insides with her hand.
"Hah, hah, Zeus..."
As if Zeus were touching her, Hera began to console herself. Mimicking the rough way he clawed at her ass, she kneaded her breast. Moving two pressed-together fingers like a tongue, she teased inside. Watching alone couldn't replicate Zeus's unique tongue-work. But Hera had experienced her pussy being pounded by his fingers and sucked by his tongue. The pleasure she felt from that touch was beyond words.
"Hahh, hnnnh..."
Before she knew it, Hera was soothing her heated body as though feeling the foreplay Zeus gave her before sex. And while Hera, unaware, focused on herself—
"Aaaah!!"
Demeter's cry rang out. Startled, Hera turned her head, thinking something had happened, but...
"Zeus...! S-so good...!"
"...That fox-like bitch."
Demeter, now pinned to the ground, was already panting with a melted face, tongue out. But Hera could see through it. Men liked it more when a woman looked utterly wrecked, surrendering to his cock. Mother Rhea had taught them that; in the sexual education regarding Zeus, Rhea had personally shown the sisters the secret of how to excite Zeus more easily.
"Zeus, haang, I feel like I'm going to die... ahh, your cock, it feels like it's reaching my womb... sob, too good...♡"
The deliberate voice-cracking and whimpering made Hera's stomach turn. And the jealousy burned. A pussy so much stronger than her own. When Hera got fucked, she couldn't even answer—just loved it so much she could only cope on pure instinct, unable to be coy, unable to put on airs. But Demeter deliberately arched her back like a bow and trembled, keeping Zeus stimulated the whole time.
She envied her.
"Aaahh...! Inside, cum inside me...!"
"There's still a long way to go."
"Th-then I'll die..."
"Die from pleasure!"
"Hyaaahh...!!"
Does she think she's a cat?
Demeter moaned as if in pain and shuddered. As their act continued, Hera's fury boiled over.
"Th-that...!"
Sluurp, smack, slurrrrp.
The two kissed passionately. More intensely than they had with Mother Rhea—their tongues tangled, bit, and sucked.
That's against the rules!!
Hera wanted to charge out right then and there. Mother Rhea had earnestly warned the sisters during sex education. You must never kiss Zeus with the mouth that has sucked his cock. It was like a vow of chastity among the sisters—that they would never mingle flesh with any man besides Zeus—and Hera had observed it thoroughly. And now Demeter broke that taboo?
Smirk.
In an instant, Hera's eyes met Demeter's. While Zeus buried his face beside Demeter's cheek and hammered his cock into her, Demeter drew her index finger to her lips.
X.
She hadn't done it? Hadn't done what? Surely she wasn't about to spew some crazy claim that this wasn't sex—
"Ah, aah...!"
Hera realized it.
"That—that wicked little...!"
She was a younger sister, but Hera was furious. Demeter had wrapped Zeus's cock with those gruesomely huge breasts, but she had not once put his cock against her tongue! So of course Zeus would kiss her without restraint! "Th-this...!" It was something she would never have thought of. If she'd tried to consider it, the moment she saw his cock in front of her she'd have instinctively wrapped her lips around it without a second thought.
"Ahh..."
Hera felt a wave of shame.
And then—
Bubble, bubble, bubble.
Watching Demeter like that, all Hera could do was put her own hand to her mouth, toy with her tongue, and substitute it for Zeus's touch.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Listening to the sound of his cock stabbing deep against her cervix, Hera could only masturbate from afar.
* * *
An enemy appeared below Mount Olympus.
The general leading Cronus's Titan army. Their commander was Epimetheus, Prometheus's younger sibling.
Younger sister.
"...Sluurp."