Post-War (2) The Saintess of the Cult of Zeus
Post-War (2) The Saintess of the Cult of Zeus
A small performance hall made of marble.
In the center, a single chair sat. A woman with platinum-blonde hair sat upon it, cradling a small doll. She spoke in a low voice, addressing the many women—no, goddesses—gathered around her.
"For a very long time, we were taught that women are accessories to men. But that is false. Hera, why is that?"
"Because men and women are equal partners bound by love, not beings subordinate to anyone else."
Some of the goddesses nodded at Hera's words.
But others, goddesses who had never suffered at the hands of men, tilted their heads in confusion.
"A question. Are we not subordinate to Lord Zeus?"
"That is because Lord Zeus is special. Just as Lord Zeus stands above all, Lord Zeus is the exception. Though he was born in a male body, he is the only man in this land who can truly understand a woman's heart."
At this, everyone nodded.
"We have all been saved by Lord Zeus."
Rhea clasped her hands together and caressed her baby doll.
"I was able to recover my lost children thanks to Lord Zeus. What did Lord Zeus recover for all of you? What did Lord Zeus teach you? What did Lord Zeus show you?"
"He showed us a woman's joy. He taught us that a woman can feel true pleasure when sharing her body in love with the one she adores."
"As a fellow Titan, he taught us the proper mindset we should possess. He showed us that what we had been suffering from men was violent rape, and taught us the love-filled sex that should truly exist between a man and a woman."
"He helped me reclaim myself, which I had forgotten for so long. He made me realize that I am my own woman, not just a man's wife or someone's mother."
One by one, the goddesses praised the greatness of Zeus.
"Ahh, Lord Zeus..."
"A man beyond compare to my ex-husband...!"
"I want to have sticky, wet sex with Lord Zeus."
Someone let their true feelings slip out.
Everyone shot her a look and cleared their throats, but they were all thinking the exact same thing.
They wanted to do it with Zeus.
There was only one thing that could quell the goddesses whose desires had been ignited, but even that was now unusable because it had gotten 'pregnant'.
Rental Zeus.
It had been a proof of fidelity to Zeus, but after the victory festival, Zeus confiscated every single Rental Zeus from the goddesses who had lain with him.
-It could cause complications during childbirth. If you wish, I will come pound you anytime, so seek out my bedchamber at night.
And now.
"The desire to be with Lord Zeus is surely the same for everyone. Even I want to go and be held in his arms this very moment. However, let us all be fair and establish an order."
Rhea clapped her hands, and the Hecatoncheires placed an object before the goddesses.
"Considering the baby, it is not advisable to continuously wear the Rental Zeus. But the story changes if you have this 'Dildo Zeus,' made by cutting the strap off the Rental Zeus."
"Lady Rhea, how should we use this?"
"It's simple. Epimetheus, demonstrate."
Rhea clapped, and Epimetheus subtly placed her own Dildo Zeus on the floor.
Squish.
Then she squatted down and plunged the dildo inside herself in one swift motion.
"Nnnggh..."
Exactly like the cowgirl position, she moved her hips just as Zeus had taught her.
It was clearly masturbation, but at the sight of her gyrating her waist over an object identical to Zeus's member, the goddesses swallowed hard.
"To give birth safely, your vaginas need conditioning. I know from experience—I've given Zeus five children. ... If you've been developed by Zeus, the baby comes out very easily. So you must all use this Dildo Zeus so that your future child can emerge smoothly and without pain."
Everyone tightly gripped their dildos with solemn faces.
For Zeus.
And for the child they would bear through Zeus.
"Of course, you don't have to do it if you don't wish to. You could simply wait your turn and say you will train with the real Lord Zeus's cock. In truth, Lord Zeus would probably prefer that... but still, at this rate, you'd only get a turn once every four days at best."
The dildo was strictly for emergencies.
An emergency item for when one couldn't endure the wait for their turn.
"Understand this, everyone. Bearing Zeus's child is a blessing, and for us Titans, it is the driving force that will lead the coming era into even greater beauty. Sex, childbirth, children—these will become our future."
Rhea clasped her hands together in prayer.
"For the great God of Sex, Lord Zeus."
* * *
As if to mock the rumor that I couldn't impregnate anyone, I proceeded to get every goddess in our camp who had sincerely begun to follow me pregnant.
Neptune, Hades, Hera, Demeter, Hestia.
Hm?
You ask if Hestia is a virgin goddess?
That's in the original Bulfinch's Greek Mythology. In my K-Greek, Hestia got pregnant too.
If all the other sisters get pregnant and Hestia is the only one left out, wouldn't that be unfair!
Truthfully, I didn't do it on purpose.
We were celebrating our victory with Nectar and Ambrosia, the mood heated up, and the Olympian goddesses started the Zeus Challenge.
-The goddess who fucks until Zeus collapses from exhaustion is today's winner!
-Kyaaaaa!!
Following Hera's drunken declaration, I, also drunk, had sex with the goddesses.
My five siblings and mother Rhea, plus my wives Metis and Themis, and of course...
I shared affection with numerous goddesses like Dione, Eurynome, Calliope, Mnemosyne, Nemesis, Selene, and Eos.
Even goddesses who had just "tasted" me once and left spread their legs for me once more to celebrate the victory. Goddesses who hadn't accepted me before also fawned over me and climbed on top once my win was assured.
And the Zeus Challenge naturally ended in failure.
-Winner, Zeus.
I won, naturally.
The more sex I had, the stronger I became. Having absorbed even the power of Cronus's Scythe, I was stronger than anyone.
My cock was undying.
One body wasn't enough, so I moved three times faster than I usually pounded them, ravishing the goddesses.
And I gave each and every one of them a Creampie.
But a Creampie doesn't guarantee immediate pregnancy, does it?
The reason they had all ended up pregnant was related to the daughters I was currently amusing.
"Kyaaa!"
The Moirai, the children destined to become the three goddesses governing fate, were thoroughly delighted by my airplane ride.
Though they'd barely left the womb, they had already grown into children who listened well to their mother and could even tell the bad guys apart.
"Daddy, let's play the thread-unwinding game!"
"Alright, what kind of thread is it this time?"
"Umm... this thread! Ta-da!"
Clotho, the eldest of the Moirai, brought me a grayish thread.
The thread was wound around the surface of a spherical object like an oval fruit knife, and its size was as massive as a soccer ball.
"Just unwind this and it's all done!"
"Y-yeah."
I grabbed the end of the thread.
"You can't cut it carelessly in the middle! The thing inside will get hurt!"
"You have to unwind it slowly! Daddy's good at it though!"
"We'll hold the ball, so just keep pulling!"
The Moirai cheered me on.
The eldest, Clotho, held the ball and rolled it out. The second, Lachesis, supported the thread in the middle. The third, Atropos, hooked the unwound thread onto a spinning wheel.
"Kids."
I wished this was just a simple game...
"This thread, somehow, doesn't it look like the hair of the goddess Styx?"
"..."
The three Moirai sisters fell silent.
The three of them just looked at me with warm eyes and kept unwinding the thread.
"It's fate, Daddy."
"You should have done it in moderation."
"A pretty little sister will come out. Wow!"
The Three Fates divined my destiny.
Already, their room was overflowing with countless silks, so vividly colorful I couldn't even name every hue.
To sum it up, coincidentally, the number of goddesses I had impregnated after my victory over Cronus exactly matched the number of colors. I say 'number of colors' because sometimes several silks came from a single color.
"Really, this is driving me insane. Kids, can I ask you one thing?"
"Well... we're not supposed to tell you directly..."
"But Daddy is special, so maybe it's okay?"
"Yeah! Daddy is the great Zeus. Ask anything!"
"How's your little brother doing?"
At my question, the Moirai fell silent.
Then they pointed to the threads they had woven into silk like dress fabric from the circular ball of thread.
"This one is for women, Daddy."
"It's easier if you just give up."
"Daddy, you're secretly hoping for it too. Daughters over sons."
"That's not particularly true. Daddy doesn't discriminate between men and women."
I corrected the Moirai's misunderstanding with firm words.
"All are equal under the law before the Chief God Zeus, men and women alike."
Equality is guaranteed.
"Appearance, innate strength, lineage, wealth—all of it differs... but being born of the same race on this earth is the same, isn't it? So..."
However, should you wish to gain the upper hand, settle it fairly in the bed—that's what I mean.
...I mean, settle things fairly on a stage where you can compete equally and justly. If you want to claim you're better than me, that is.
Of course, I can't say this in front of the Moirai.
The three kept unwinding the thread the color of Styx's hair, listening to my words.
"Alright, it's all unwound. What do I do now?"
The sphere the color of Styx's hair was completely unwound.
The ball of thread that had kept its circular shape was entirely unraveled, as if released from restraint.
"It's done once you unwind it!"
"Congratulations!"
"This one will be for a female."
"Ha, haha..."
The Moirai did their best to inform me of my fate.
Though they are my daughters, as the Three Fates, their oracles never miss the mark.
Flutter, flutter.
An eagle flew in from afar and landed before me.
It was the eagle raised by Metis, a clever creature that conveyed Metis's words to me whenever and wherever.
"As I thought."
Fate is unavoidable.
-The goddess Styx has come to visit Mother Rhea.
I had gotten yet another goddess pregnant.
"I'll be back soon, daughters."
"It's fine, Daddy! We can play by ourselves."
"Thank you for coming today! We'll tell the Horae sisters too."
"We still have tons of this left!"
"..."
Still.
Behind the Moirai, dozens—no, hundreds—perhaps even thousands of balls of thread were piled up.
They were pure white for now, without any color, but they looked as if they would surely take on color someday.
They say the name of that is fate.
* * *
A moment later.
I found myself facing the ashen-haired goddess, Styx.
"What is the matter, Styx?"
"I am pregnant, Zeus."
"...It is my child, I take it?"
"Of course. You did hurl my husband into Tartarus, after all."
Fate was unavoidable.
It seems those carrying my children were not confined to Olympus alone.