Becoming a Male (3)
Becoming a Male (3)
I came inside Amalthea's mouth!
After the oral ejaculation, my cock went soft.
My second orgasm didn't spatter uselessly into the air—it poured into a woman's mouth-pussy.
It was awkward, but the way her tongue wrapped warmly around me inside her mouth felt far too good.
What's more, Amalthea got wet while sucking my cock.
I could tell instantly. A sweet, nymph scent I'd never smelled in my life stirred my senses.
Maybe because she's a nymph, her fluids are made differently from a human's?
If I licked her pussy, it would definitely carry that floral fragrance unique to nymphs.
"Damn."
But I couldn't lick Amalthea's pussy.
I seriously considered tackling her right then and there, but Amalthea refused to go any further. She herself was confused, and beneath the sexual excitement she was plainly afraid of something.
-I'll be right back.
Amalthea mumbled that she was stepping out for a moment.
I don't know what she did with the semen she was holding in her mouth when she left.
The only thing certain is that Amalthea walked out of the cave with my cum still in her mouth.
'Did she swallow it, or spit it out?'
Even women who enjoy oral ejaculation often refuse to swallow because the feeling of semen sliding down the throat is just too nasty.
Instead, when a guy comes in a woman's mouth, they get off on watching him tremble in helpless pleasure, even if their jaw only goes a little numb.
I made this guy's cock cum!
I can control this man's sexual pleasure!
Amalthea isn't there yet.
'Developing her will be a treat.'
She wasn't completely ignorant about sex, but every single one of Amalthea's actions carried the hesitation unique to a virgin. She probably ran away out of embarrassment. Because even though she made me cum once, my cock stiffened and heated right back up again.
She most likely ran because she was afraid of losing her reason if she kept looking at my dick.
Her relationship with me.
She was afraid of having a relationship with me.
Once I know the exact reason, I'll persuade Amalthea on the spot.
Is it because she raised me like a son and now sees me that way?
Or is it because she can't face Gaia who entrusted me to her?
Or maybe she's afraid of getting pregnant with my child.
'I wish I had a condom.'
I had to spend the time lying alone on the bed in the cave.
Amalthea still hadn't returned, and I was pathetically sprawled out, clutching my cock and soothing the heat all by myself.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
This isn't fun. As sex-positive and pro-masturbation as I am, Zeus—having now tasted a woman's touch—craves a woman's hand, not my right or my left.
This isn't masturbation. This is just tormenting my genitals. You can't even call it jerking off.
"Tsk..."
Should I have just jumped her on the spot?
No.
That would've been dangerous.
'If I'd done it then, it really would've been rape.'
No matter how much obscene nymph juice was dripping from Amalthea's lower lips, pouncing on her immediately could have side effects.
The fear in her eyes as she looked at me—it wasn't terror of me. It was the kind of fear you get when you look at someone and through them see a completely different 'someone else.'
Cronus.
The rape fiend of the century.
'If I had raped Amalthea then and there, I'd be no different from Cronus.'
I only know the myths in broad strokes, but piecing together my knowledge with the various signs around me, I quickly grasped the truth.
Back when I was first born.
-Poor Rhea... She wanted a child, but surely she didn't wish for it this way...
Gaia let me in on the general situation by muttering to herself.
-There, there. Are you hungry? I'm not sure if milk will come. Wait a moment.
I just blinked my eyes and cried for milk, and Gaia latched me onto her breast and patted me down.
The Earth Mother Goddess's warm nipple was incredible. Her droplet-shaped nectar pouch, not sagging even a little, was the sweetest thing in the world. A mildly sweet taste, like morning sunlight.
'It was the best.'
I almost missed Gaia's laments because I was so busy sucking.
But I listened to her, suckling and gurgling like a baby.
- Haaah... Is this the blood of Uranus after all...? Why is the way you suck even lewder than your grandpa's...? Sigh, Rhea is probably being violated by Cronus at this very moment...!
The woman herself likely had no such intention, but I learned what kind of humiliation my mother Rhea suffered at the hands of Cronus.
Cronus raped Rhea and made her bear children.
Despite the curse and prophecy that his own child would usurp his throne, what reason could he possibly have for violating Rhea?
'You just can't resist having sex with a pretty woman.'
Even while devouring his children, there's probably only one reason he kept making her give birth.
'He wants to have sex with Rhea, can't give up the creampie, but the kids pop out, so he just eats them.'
If only condoms existed, this tragedy wouldn't have happened!
...Of course, even if condoms existed, I wouldn't use them either, and Rhea's suffering from her unwanted relationship with Cronus would continue, but the fact that Cronus is a horny son of a bitch remains unchanged.
Right.
With such a dangerous bastard as my father, Amalthea must have sensed Cronus in me.
The fear that this little boy might become a rapist like Cronus.
'I absolutely cannot become that kind of bastard right now.'
The reason Zeus could get away with impregnating anyone and everyone was only because he had built the massive pillar that is Olympus.
Because he possessed superiority as the strongest entity, no one could say a word against him even if he knocked up countless women.
Like Cronus now—no, possessing even greater achievements—no one would dare challenge him.
'This bastard really was an incredible endurance king. How did he hold it in?'
If Zeus was a being with rampant sexual desire from childhood, he must have suppressed his lust to the extreme until he conquered Olympus.
If Zeus had shown himself to be a horny son of a bitch on par with Cronus—or worse—before securing a position equal to or greater than Cronus, none of the Twelve Olympians around him would have helped him.
-That kid's the same kind of bastard in the end; do we really need to take Zeus's side in a fight between him and Cronus?
-If they're both just dick-crazed lunatics anyway, isn't it right to side with the stronger one?
-Look at the young punk, already rubbing his dick raw. Tsk, I'm out! I'm not rebelling!
"...Damnation."
I have to live suppressing this vigorous desire!
Regrettable.
Veeery regrettable.
The only method is to pick one person to be with and keep living with that person until Olympus is complete.
And so that would be—
"Ah!"
Eureka.
I had stumbled upon a truth.
'So there was a reason this bastard made Hera his wife!'
I realized the truth.
I understood just what shamelessly depraved desire drove Zeus to take Hera as his wife.
'He used Hera to endure! Until he seized power!'
Oh, what a terrifying scheme!
Just as Cronus kept raping Rhea, Zeus must have kept shaking his hips with Hera. The difference being, they lived a normal married life.
He'd elevate Hera as the goddess of love and family, building a long-term image while pretending to have a harmonious household.
'He must have blown off steam by constantly having sex with Hera. Unlike Cronus, he showed sweet behavior, gazing only at his wife, shouting that he was different!'
I can picture it.
The path Zeus might have walked is taking shape in my head.
-Lord Zeus must love only Lady Hera!
-As expected of Lord Zeus! How many children has he already fathered with Lady Hera?
-We worried since he carries the blood of Uranus and Cronus, but tsk! He truly took after Gaia and Rhea's bloodline after all!
"...As expected, being a chief god isn't a job just anyone can do."
Extreme endurance.
My deepest respect to Zeus, who must have lived stabbing his dick into only one woman until it wouldn't screw him over, even if he played with it as he pleased.
'Is it possible?'
Cronus was no longer the only problem now.
Until I defeat Cronus and seize supremacy over Olympus, soothing the Zeus inside me had become another one of my goals.
The moment my eyes roll back at a beautiful woman and I act completely 'Zeus,' everyone who ought to protect me will label me Cronus MK2, Uranus MK3, and abandon me.
So the answer is endurance.
So until then, I must thoroughly guard my lower half.
Still.
'A single nymph is okay, right?'
I don't know if I'll later take Hera as my wife exactly like the original text, but no one will complain if a god periodically sleeps with a single nymph.
Because I have...
"Guh, ngh...!"
The heat boiling from below left me no choice but to reach my hand toward my cock.
"N-No...!"
The blood of Cronus flowing inside me is boiling over---!
It's Cronus's fault that I'm crazy for sex.
Zeus is completely innocent.
Aagh.
Unless a woman comforts me, the Curse of Cronus that keeps my cock from going down has begun tormenting me!!
"Big sister...!!"
The privilege of a virgin shota.
Jerking off while thinking of a pretty nymph big sister.
If she's a kind-hearted nymph, she'd gladly offer her body to soothe a virgin shota's agony.
"Amalthea, big sister...!!"
From outside, I heard the sound of a sharp intake of breath.
Bingo.
Thwackthwackthwackthwackthwackthwack!!!
Now, feel guilty.
And respond by having sex with me.
'Come and give it to me, Amalthea!'
My cock is on the verge of exploding from the blood right now!
And then.
Step, step.
Amalthea slowly began walking into the cave.