Becoming a Male (2)
Becoming a Male (2)
The stage was set like last time, but this time was different.
"Hahh, hwaa, haaah..."
Amalthea, her face flushed, kept blowing warm breath onto my cock.
Just like before, her breathing only teased it, stirring it up without ever reaching the main event, and the shaft only grew hotter.
"Amalthea, I..."
"Stay still. I'll take care of everything."
Right.
I decided to stay still for now.
She said she'd take care of coaxing out my first ejaculation if I just stood there, so I figured I'd watch how she handled this opening round.
If she just teases me with her mouth like last time, I won't let it slide.
The blood of Uranus and Cronus flowing through me, Zeus himself, will move on instinct.
'Still, this is definitely better than last time.'
Amalthea pressed the tips of her kneeling knees flush against my toes.
Then, as if truly serving a god, she wrapped both hands around the cock she'd been warming with her breath.
"Jupiter, I'm starting."
With those words, Amalthea began stroking.
The hot breath hadn't just been for stimulation—it was meant to moisten me with her exhalation, and now Amalthea gripped the slickened shaft and began moving her hands back and forth.
"Tell me if you feel like you're going to cum."
"Uh, un."
If I were some creature utterly ignorant of sex, I really would have cum ages ago.
I would have already painted Amalthea's face white and then some.
But let's hold back.
I had to clench tight and endure so I wouldn't pop off like some premature ejaculator.
As long as Amalthea held the reins of this sex for now, I had to swallow this humiliation and indignity in the moment.
After all, I'm a pure, innocent pretty boy who knows absolutely nothing about sex!
"Hah-eut..."
I deliberately let out a moan.
Every time I moaned like a woman newly awakened to pleasure, a look of tenderness and warmth filled Amalthea's eyes as she gazed up at me.
"Good?"
"I'm not sure..."
"That means it's good. Doing this... it keeps feeling good, right?"
"Yeah..."
Fucking incredible!
So good I'm on the verge of answering with a creampie.
"Then I'll make it even better."
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
Amalthea's touch quickened.
She wrapped one hand around the base and kept gliding the other up and down, working me.
'Awkward, but good.'
It was so good precisely because it was a handjob learned from pictures or text somewhere.
If she'd been skilled, the technique would've felt good, but the disappointment of knowing she'd handled some other guy's cock would have made my hard shaft go soft again.
But this woman, everything is a first for her.
She doesn't even know the details about sex, yet she's trying with her whole body to teach me.
"Feel like you're going to cum?"
"Not yet..."
"Hmm..."
Amalthea kept moving her hands, lost in thought.
"Last time it came out when I did this, though..."
I understood Amalthea's concern.
She figured I'd cum as soon as I got excited. She'd sized me up pretty lightly.
'Last time was because it was my first.'
On top of it being my first ejaculation since being born as Zeus, the thought of getting a handjob from the woman who nursed me since infancy—admittedly—had me so worked up I came a little too fast.
But now it's different.
Even if they curse me out calling me a delayed ejaculator, I'm holding out without cumming until Amalthea offers another solution.
'If I cum from just a few minutes of being fiddled with, the name of Zeus would weep.'
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"Umm... Jupiter, you mustn't think it's strange...?"
Amalthea looked up at me in warning.
I wouldn't think anything she did was strange.
There's no way I'd find it strange when she's working so hard for my cock.
'I wonder what it's going to be, though?'
With the heart of a child waiting for a birthday present, I waited for Amalthea's gift.
What method will she use to make me cum!
A change in hand technique, or some new method altogether!
"Haum."
"!!"
Classic, yet solid and proven.
Amalthea took my glans into her mouth, and looking up at me, her eyes crinkled into a smile.
"W-wait...!"
Nod, nod.
She nodded as if telling me not to worry.
Her head bobbed with my cock still in her mouth, making the glans lightly tap something soft below and then pull away.
Churreup.
"!!"
That soft thing just now, it felt like a tongue.
"Euum, churreup, haah."
Amalthea grabbed my thighs with both hands so I couldn't escape.
Because of that, I couldn't pull my hips back either.
"Chureureup, haah. Jupiter, did I startle you...?"
"W-wait. That place is dirty, you know..."
"It's not dirty. Because it's Jupiter's."
Isn't this what a guy normally says to a girl?
Was this world some kind of gender-reversed world?
If so, was I the unprecedented male slut of Greek mythology?
'Maybe that wouldn't be so bad?'
If the sexual norms of men and women are reversed, it at least means anyone I seduce will spread their legs, so it doesn't seem too bad.
Of course, I'd rather be a playboy than a whore, but I can make it work either way.
"Jupiter is clean."
Chureureureup.
Amalthea took my cock deeper into her mouth, then began tracing the glans with her tongue.
Lick, lick, lick.
"Keu-heut...!"
Now it wasn't easy to hold back my moans.
Unlike the deliberate ones, the moment that rough tongue grazed my urethral opening, it was genuinely hard to endure.
But.
Lick, lick.
Amalthea just kept moving her tongue, like a cat lapping up milk.
I wanted to tell her to suck it more greedily, or to twist and move her head, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
"Fufufu, are you nervous...?"
'You're the one who's more nervous!'
Amalthea was drunk on the fact that she was "teaching" me "sex."
If the positions were reversed, by now I would've lifted her into a full-nelson and rammed her, pounding her spring until her springwater mixed with pussy juices—but regrettably, Amalthea is the one leading right now.
'I really want to just grab her head and thrust into it.'
If I were in control, I'd be a little rougher.
Should I just do it anyway?
'Let's do it.'
If Amalthea gets startled and says something, I can just insist it's a man's instinct inherited from Cronus.
She might be a little disappointed, but when that happens, I'll just give her a joy that eclipses that disappointment—with my cock.
'Now's not the moment.'
With the patience of a fisherman, I stretched my hands out to the sides.
"Aah, Amalthea..."
"Yes, yes. Chureureup, choo-up, hwaa, Jupiter's cock... it's delicious."
"Cock...?"
"Yes. This thing is called a cock."
I already know that, so please, stop just licking the damn thing and suck it properly!
"I see..."
That's what I'll say later on Olympus. Just you wait. For now, timing was what mattered.
"Churreup, chyuu-eup, eung, should I go a little deeper...?"
'Now!'
The moment Amalthea pushed her head a little further forward, I seized both of her horns with my hands.
"Uueup?!"
"I can't hold it back...!"
I gripped Amalthea's horns tight, as if I might crush them.
"Sorry, Amalthea...!"
Even if a nymph is stronger than a human, there was no way she could be stronger than a god, and the moment her horns were seized, something in Amalthea turned strange.
"Eung, geut, go-ok...!"
Her eyes slowly rolled back.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and as the strength drained from her neck, the weight of her head settled deliciously onto my cock.
Huge-dicked shota pretty boy. She probably couldn't hold back.
And the same goes for me.
'I can't resist the handles.'
A horned nymph.
There is no way you don't grab these and pound!
"Haa, haa...!"
Keeping my own hips still, I pulled Amalthea's horns back and forth.
"Eueup, eu-go-ok?!"
Amalthea clawed at my thighs with trembling hands, but there was no strength in those tremors.
Even if she tried to hold me down, she couldn't do anything to me by force in the first place. She was simply made to follow as her head was dragged back and forth.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
'The best, mouth pussy!'
Amalthea's mouth pussy was fantastic.
Judging by human standards from the women I'd fucked in my previous life, her mouth was hotter and slimier.
On top of that, the divine cock was different from my past life, far more satisfying...
'Zeus, hurrah!'
My cock pushed past the uvula and pierced deep into the throat beyond!
Amalthea kept clamping her throat to keep the glans from going past, and that perversely tight pressure nearly made me cum right there.
'This is sex.'
There are cases where a mouth can mimic a pussy with vacuum suction, but the best is still natural tightness.
The sensation of being squeezed as the space between tongue and palate narrows was a pleasure so blissful I felt I could just melt and dissolve inside that mouth.
"Eub-eup..."
Along with a gulping, gurgling sound, clear saliva trickled down Amalthea's lips.
From the moment her horns were seized, Amalthea had completely given up resisting, her arms hanging limp while her body only trembled.
"I... uh... I think I'm gonna cum..."
"!!"
Amalthea, who had been still, lifted her head.
But I coiled my grip around her horns even tighter, holding her in place.
Up until now, I'd been pulling her head with the strength of my arms.
However, the pinnacle of oral sex is, of course...
Squelch!
I grabbed the handles and thrust my hips forward.
And I stopped Amalthea from pulling her head back.
Bureureureut! Pshoot! Bureureureut.
"Haa, haa, haa...!"
I came.
I came right down her throat.
But my lewd heart is signaling that this is only the beginning.
Ssuup.
Because the scent wafting up from below isn't just semen.