Post-War (3) Pregnant Women, Only Good Thoughts
Post-War (3) Pregnant Women, Only Good Thoughts
The Twelve Olympians.
If you think of it like a corporation, this place runs on Zeus's thorough family management.
1. Zeus. Me.
2. Hera. My wife.
I haven't formally proposed and taken her as my wife yet, but I do intend to welcome Hera as my wife someday.
'Honestly, she's exactly my type.'
I fell for the way she loses herself in bliss the moment I enter her.
What man wouldn't love that?
A woman who's overjoyed and happy just to be having sex with me, before I've even thrust.
And if she happens to be the greatest beauty in Greece and fits my taste perfectly, she's even more ideal to take as my wife.
Things like her being the Guardian of the Home, possessing considerable power as a goddess, being the final wife of the supreme god of Greece, or the fact that Hera was originally Zeus's wife—all secondary factors.
I'm making Hera my wife because she turns me the fuck on.
And depending on how I handle myself, the hysteria the original Hera used to unleash might diminish to some degree.
So, next.
3. Demeter.
4. Hestia.
5. Neptune.
These three are definite.
But does 'Hades' get a seat?
'It's ambiguous.'
I'm getting confused about whether Hades is in the Twelve Olympians or not.
So Hades is number 13.
That means I need to fill seats 6 through 12, and I remember these ones clearly.
Number 6. Ares.
Number 7. Hephaestus.
These are Hera's sons.
Whether they'll be born as sons or daughters is something I'll find out once Hera, who's currently pregnant, gives birth—but the Goddess of War and the Blacksmith Goddess occupy two seats in Olympus.
Number 8. Apollo.
Number 9. Artemis.
These are Zeus's children, but the issue is I don't know whose son and daughter they are.
Since they're clearly siblings, they must be from one mother, but I can't recall who.
One thing that's certain is I remember Hera hated the two of them, so they must have been children I had either after marrying Hera or when her jealousy was at its peak.
Their birth itself is uncertain, but considering my current situation of impregnating the Titan goddesses of Olympus one by one, their birth is inevitable.
Someday when children are born bearing the powers of the sun and moon, those will be Apollo and Artemis.
Number 10. Hermes.
I vaguely recall a youth who seemed to fly through the sky with winged sandals, but I have absolutely no idea whose son he is!
So, someone will give birth to him eventually.
Number 11. Aphrodite.
My relationship with this woman is a little complicated.
According to the myths, Uranus's severed genitals fell into the sea and were born as the beautiful Venus—doesn't that imply I'd have to stick my dick into Uranus's dick?
What? They say Zeus never did it with Aphrodite?
Sure, not openly—he did it in secret, and thoroughly.
When the greatest cock in Greece meets the greatest beauty in Greece (Hera excluded), there's no way bellies wouldn't meet.
Right now I don't have time to look outward, but I'd like to start searching for the one who will be born from the foam.
And next.
Last.
Athena.
I didn't know who Athena's mother was.
But as time went on, I grew certain of who would bear Athena.
Metis.
She will be Athena's mother.
There's no particular reason.
Since Athena is the Goddess of Wisdom, if her mother isn't Metis, the wisest goddess of them all, it would be a betrayal of the very concept of divinity.
Beyond that, there might or might not be a wine maker or one other woman included—but one thing is certain: if I keep coming and coming and coming, I'll eventually find the Twelve Olympians.
Or I can just install my own hand-picked Twelve Olympians according to my taste.
'But is it okay to just shoot this freely?'
For a moment, alarm flickered through me over letting my dick run wild.
'What if I really do end up with 100, 1000 children?'
Normally I'd worry a little and try to restrain myself, but the moment I see a naked woman my eyes spin and I end up lifting her dress and thrusting inside—it happens daily.
Of course, the parties involved seduced me, and it was all consensual.
Not a single child in Olympus was born from rape.
Born only from love.
Though, maybe because my love is a little excessive, even counting only the goddesses of Olympus—plus a few outside goddesses and nymphs—my children have already easily surpassed thirty by now.
"Prometheus, enter."
To get some counsel on this matter, I called in the man I trust and voiced my concerns.
"You are fucking splendidly, Lord Zeus. Please endeavor to increase the population even more."
Prometheus, the God of Prophecy whose head still gleamed, pressed his forehead to the ground before me and praised me.
"All the chief gods before you declared that increasing life is the primary duty of a chief god. Of course, you are under no obligation to continue that tradition, but for the happiness and well-being of all Greece, I recommend carrying on the work."
"...Even if my children end up exceeding 100?"
"100! How magnificent. I, Prometheus, am in awe of your ambition! Not even Cronus could imagine siring more than six, and yet 100! Hah...!"
"..."
The work of a chief god is hardly limited to spreading seed, yet Prometheus offered truly fervent encouragement for my seed-spreading.
"It is only natural that superior seed yields a richer harvest. To receive the seed of the great Lord Zeus is an overwhelming honor for any woman—but to receive his child and conceive, do you know what a blessing that is?"
"Even if it surpasses not 100 but 1000?"
"Yes! None shall dare speak carelessly of the great Zeus's fucking. Ah, I can see the future. The seats of the gods with supreme authority here in Olympus! Every one of them shall be those who share Zeus's blood."
"...Fine. Understood."
Prometheus is certainly a prophet.
Unlike someone who merely 'predicts' that blood ties and kin will be favored, Prometheus had clear certainty.
If my children, starting with the major gods of Olympus, cannot hold authority, then what kind of Olympus would that be?
'I've decided.'
Just as in the original myths, the children who inherit my blood will fill the remaining seats.
And as for the very first of those children...
"Where is Metis right now?"
"Wh-what?! So suddenly?"
"What do you mean, suddenly? It's because Metis, who should be here, isn't."
Normally, Metis ought to be at my side anywhere and anytime.
But right now, she isn't beside me.
She's always supposed to be at my side, and now she's gone—and he's flustered that I'm looking for her?
"There's something going on."
"Uh, uhm..."
"Where Metis is, right now—no. There's no need. It's obvious where she must be."
I rose from the throne at once and headed outside Olympus's great hall, toward the cliffs.
The timing was perfect: the sun was setting and the moon just beginning to rise.
"Selene!!"
I shouted the name of the Goddess of the Night at the top of my lungs.
And before long, driving the silver chariot meant to race across the night sky, Selene appeared before me, flustered.
"You called?!"
"Yes. I have somewhere to go. Sorry, but give me a ride before you start work."
I stepped onto the chariot behind Selene.
And embracing her from behind as she held the reins, I promptly thrust my cock inside.
"Ah, aah...! To thrust in so suddenly...!"
"Let's go."
"Ah, really...! I was trying to set the mood tenderly myself...!"
Smooch, smack.
I showered Selene with kisses until she fell quiet.
Clatter, clatter.
Before the afterglow could slowly slip beyond the mountains.
The silver chariot scattered stardust as it flew through the sky.
* * *
At that same moment.
A nameless village near the island of Crete.
A woman with sea-blue hair quietly visited the small village, now reduced to ruins.
Metis.
The sea nymph who once protected the humans living in this village ground her teeth as she looked around the place, now empty of human life.
A decaying village.
It was hideous to behold, as if her own delusions had manifested into reality.
Step, step.
Metis left the village and walked along a forest path.
After walking a fair distance, she came upon a small house long untouched by human steps.
Flick.
Metis snapped her fingers.
A stream of water gathered at her hand and instantly washed the dust from the house's exterior, flowing in through the windows and door, cleaning the house in moments.
But the signs of years of abandonment could not be erased.
Metis pulled out a single sheet of paper sitting on the desk in the bedroom.
"...A will."
Tap, tap-tap.
"I'm sorry, Lord Zeus. Once I give birth to your child... I'm terrified that I might love the child more than you. Afraid that I might betray you and scheme my wisdom for the child's sake... what should I do?"
Metis began slowly writing her will.
Even as she wrote, tears fell and dampened the paper.
"Jupiter, I..."
"Writing something like a will, are you?"
"Huh...?"
A man's voice came from behind her.
In an instant Metis was lifted by the man and thrown onto the bed, and the man covered her from above.
"What are you thinking, Metis."
"Lord Zeus...?"
"Don't talk nonsense about wills."
"...That is."
Metis averted her gaze.
She felt so terribly sorry toward Zeus, who was staring straight down at her.
"...If the child I bear turns out to be greater than you, Lord Zeus, I might be giving birth to a usurper."
But fate is inescapable.
"What should I do...?"
"I told you to simply give birth. That discussion is over. It's an order—bear my child."
"But..."
"Metis. Metis. ...Metis."
Each time Zeus called Metis's name, he stroked her cheek.
The first time, as her chief god. Then, as her husband. And the last time... as one man who loved Metis.
"Trust your big brother."
"...You're not my big brother."
"You're a very special woman to me. If the son you bear usurps my throne, I will fight with everything I have... but if I'm defeated, I'll accept it, just like Cronus did. I would rejoice in my child's victory—in the success of the son of the woman I love."
"Lord Zeus...?"
Zeus kissed Metis's belly.
"At a time when you should only see and hear good things, you're writing something like a will. Since that's so unacceptable, I'll properly show you today. Just how truly special you are to me."
Zeus lowered his face toward Metis's pussy.
Metis looked flustered yet also blank, stroking Zeus's head.
"I know that only Rhea, Themis, and your younger sisters receive your cunnilingus, but that is—"
Sliick.
Metis's eyes flew wide in shock.
His tongue didn't go for her pussy.
"Z-Zeus?!"
"You are my first wife, Metis. In this entire world, only you are worthy of receiving my special treatment."
"W-wait! That place, that place is...?!"
Lick.
"My Metis, whom I love especially above all others. Only you... may receive my ass-licking."
Lick, lick.
Zeus buried his face lower, beneath Metis.