MILF Wave (3) Rape Hotspot
MILF Wave (3) Rape Hotspot
Just then.
"...Heehee."
Halfway up Mount Olympus, under a rocky ledge where the shadows pooled thick and dark, the black-haired woman—Hades—crouched and giggled to herself.
"Where should I do it with Brother...?"
Hades asked a white flower blooming on the slopes of Olympus.
"The mountains? The fields? A river? The sea? No, maybe... the cave where Brother grew up? Crete, going back home, and there, the maidenhood we never got to do back then... Kyaah!"
Hades stamped her feet in giddy delight.
"I can finally do it with Brother...!"
She had waited unbearably long.
On the one day the five sisters had at last steeled themselves to offer their virginities together on the same day and hour, Cronus had attacked.
In Gaia's domain, they had no time—what with Mother Rhea's watchfulness and the constant threat from Cronus.
On the journey to the Underworld, rampaging dead souls left no room for leisure.
In the Underworld itself, the Cyclopes and Hecatoncheires were present.
And now, Olympus.
"Big sister... a traitor."
Their eldest sister, a virgin herself back then, had used reconnaissance as a pretext to steal time alone, then shamelessly fucked him first.
Later she apologized for taking his first time all on her own. But the instant she saw the opportunity, she had seduced Zeus without a second thought and dragged him into the water—an act of irredeemable shamelessness.
"I'm the only one with a hymen left."
All her sisters had done it with Zeus at least once.
Even that reserved Hestia—though she probably never got a proper creampie from Zeus—had at least been briefly violated: his cock sank in deep once and pulled out, breaching her maidenhead if nothing else.
As for Hera, needless to say.
According to Mother Rhea, Hera—rated as most resembling Rhea in her youth—was the woman Zeus summoned to his bedchamber most often.
-Sister, shall I put in a word for you with Brother?
Hera gloried in Zeus's favor and subtly broached the subject to Hades.
It was undeniably a remark that stung Hades's pride, but with having sex with Zeus the far more urgent priority, Hades had instantly accepted Hera's proposition.
And in doing so, she realized she had misjudged Hera.
"Hera, thank you...! For getting Brother to set a date...!"
After defeating Epimetheus's unit.
In bed, Hera proposed consummation with Hades to Zeus.
And Zeus had readily consented!
He would take Hades in a terribly magnificent place, and Hades—all aflutter—awaited Zeus, fretting about when and where she would be ravished.
"How should we have sex? Brother seems... to like big breasts."
Hades grew despondent.
Her wet nurse, the goat nymph Amalthea, had said that Hades's size was by no means small—but her sisters' overwhelming bulk made hers look so much smaller by comparison.
The largest, Demeter, had breasts bigger than her own head, so for Hades, whose bosom was only a little larger than a fist, there was nothing to do but sigh.
Because Zeus liked big breasts.
"...Still, Brother is coming to ravish me tonight."
Hades looked up at the sky.
The sun still hung at high noon, and a good measure of time remained before the Moon Goddess coursed across the heavens.
"Haa, I wish night would come faster."
The moment night falls, she would finally consummate the deed.
Yes—so long as nothing happened!
"Come out, Zeus!!"
"...?"
Hades killed her breath and turned her head toward the sound.
Below Olympus, a lone woman stood, arms crossed, bellowing at the top of her lungs.
Behind her, a handful of men bore spears as though in escort.
"Who is that?"
"Come out, Zeus! I have come to execute justice!"
"That voice..."
"I, Styx, have arrived!"
The mistress of the river leading to the Underworld.
She had come to Olympus with a host of her children in tow.
To surrender?
To cooperate with Zeus?
"Doesn't look like she came with friendly intentions..."
Hades assessed Styx's bearing and ground her teeth.
The river goddess had visited Olympus heavily armed, her children alongside her.
In other words, Styx, the warlady who rules the Underworld's river, had shown up at Olympus to point a blade at Zeus.
"Hurry up and receive my spear, Zeus!"
"...Really, how irritating."
Ssshhk.
Sliding down the mountainside in an instant, Hades clutched her dress while wrapped in a semi-translucent veil and directed her open irritation at Styx.
"Because of you, my turn got pushed back again."
"Hades! Hoho, you dare call yourself the ruler of the Underworld? You're still lacking! Children!"
The moment Styx raised her hand, the Titan gods behind her began cracking their necks left and right, stepping forward one by one.
Among them was a young woman who looked exactly like Styx.
"Zelos, Kratos, Bia, and Nike! Show that little brat who calls herself mistress of the Underworld true terror!"
"Yes, Mother!!"
Styx's children charged forward with a war cry, Zelos foremost among them.
"For the honor of Father Pallas!"
"For the honor of Mother Styx!"
"For great Cronus!!"
"To strike down Zeus!"
The four siblings plunged ahead, spears leveled.
True to those who had lived lives half-bridged over the Underworld, their battle spirit as they ran was ferocious beyond imagining.
"Hmph."
But Hades overflowed with ease.
Even without a single Hecate clone present except herself, she didn't so much as blink.
"Weak."
Hades slipped a hand inside her dress, against her thigh.
In an instant, a curved dagger gleamed sharply in her grip.
"I'll subdue you all at once, and then to Brother..."
"What did I do?"
"Ah, Brother...!!"
Hades glanced warily at Zeus, who now stood beside her.
Pressing her thighs together, she shot Styx a quick glare before whispering low.
"Once the Epimetheus affair was settled... you promised we would...! But, but...!!"
"Yeah, I promised. Still, don't you think we need to set the mood a little?"
Zeus patted Hades lightly on the back.
"For now, you subdue those four. Styx... I'll handle her. Once this fight is over... let's definitely do it."
"Yes...!"
Tap.
Hades pressed a hand over her veil and vanished.
Immediately, Styx's children pressed their backs together and began warily scanning their surroundings.
Clang!
The battle opened with an unseen Hades striking Zelos.
* * *
I want to have sex.
Though I'm already dying to screw, I want it fierce.
More precisely, I want to take it slow with Hades—fresh, intimate, murmuring things like "Can I put it in?" while we savor each other. Eat nothing but spicy food every day, and you'll inevitably get sick of it. Just like how even someone who swears by Western porn will sometimes end up watching a JAV, I wanted that tender, soft-first-time vibe with a girlfriend losing her virginity.
'Hades loves setting the mood.'
So, just as I splashed around having sex with Neptune in the spring water, with Hades I also need to build a certain atmosphere. If Hera gets off on the act of having sex with me itself, Demeter on the attention I lavish on her tits, and Neptune on overwhelming sexual technique—Hades is a woman who gets off on the entire atmosphere leading up to sex.
The mood, therefore, was critical.
It hadn't been intentional, but as luck would have it, Hades ended up being the last sister, and I'd been biding my time, saving the moment for that certain activity with her. So for once, to keep Hera from interfering, I'd pumped her full, creampied her, and fucked her unconscious before coming out—only to find this.
"Styx..."
"Yes, I am Styx!"
The woman who appeared before my eyes, Styx, laughed in my face and leveled a spear at me.
"What happened in the Underworld—"
"Submit to the great Cronus, Zeus!"
Did that woman just deliberately cut me off?
Styx's eyes, fixed on me, blazed as if they were on fire.
'Huh?'
Something was off.
Styx was demanding something from me right then, and I needed to catch on.
"For Cronus!!"
Styx charged at me.
Her stance as she gripped the spear looked somewhat awkward, but being a spear swung by a Titan nevertheless—getting stabbed would hurt.
Clang.
I blocked the shaft with Astrape and closed the distance, bodies nearly touching.
Close enough to feel each other's breath.
"What's your angle?"
"..."
Styx said nothing, just grinned.
And her eyes flickered briefly downward.
"...!!"
I saw it—realized it in an instant.
I finally understood exactly what Styx was thinking when she came here.
This woman's talent for scripting a scenario is pure art.
"Haa!"
I seized the shaft of Styx's spear.
Styx bit her lip and tried to wrench free of my grip, but I hurled the spear high into the sky in one motion.
"Th-this, this can't...!"
Startled, Styx whirled around, but her foot caught, and she tumbled flat onto the ground.
"Kyaaah!"
Thud.
"Heu-heu-heu, caught you!!"
Squeeze.
I pounced on Styx from above, covering her.
Frozen rigid, she thrust a hand toward me.
"St-stop! Rape—stop! Stop the rape!"
"What if I don't want to?"
Sllck.
I pushed Styx's hair aside and dragged my tongue along the nape of her neck.
Shuddering, she stretched a hand forward.
"I have to escape, I have to run...!"
"For someone trying to run... didn't you rather get caught a little too easily?"
I seized Styx's waist with both hands, preventing her from fleeing.
After scrabbling at the ground, Styx propped herself up and shook her head violently.
"S-stop...! You're planning to violate me, aren't you?! Don't do it—I am a woman with a husband!!"
"..."
A married woman marches onto a battlefield in a dress without even panties, asking to be raped? In effect, this woman deliberately lost.
She fought fiercely for Cronus, but was vanquished by Zeus and forced to submit.
You couldn't ask for a more flawless scenario.
"Please, stop this...! From the heavens, my husband above might be watching—aaaak!!!"
Squelch.
Without any preamble, I rammed my cock straight into Styx's pussy. Its slickness, as it swallowed me whole in an instant, was unmistakably wet—and it clamped down with formidable tightness, as though it hadn't known sex in a very, very long time.
"Ah, aah, aah...! Darling, I'm sorry...!! Forgive me...!!"
Styx reached a hand toward the heavens, tears spilling down her face.
"I was, hic, defeated by Zeus and, hic, I could not win... hnggh...!"
"Heh."
I lifted my head toward the sky.
If by any chance Styx's husband really is watching this spectacle, I want to tell him: don't misunderstand. I'm merely raping a woman who came here asking to be raped. I absolutely, positively have no intention of stealing your wife, just so we're clear.