Children of Zeus (3) A Massage Chair for Filial Piety
After the incident with Hephaestus.
"Hera."
I summoned Hera to my chambers. She entered cautiously in a white sleeping gown, approaching more demurely than ever.
"I called you here to talk today."
"Yes, I know. It's about Hephaestus, isn't it?"
"It is. But first, will you take a look at this?"
I pointed to the gift I'd prepared for Hera. It already stood in my room—a gift Hephaestus had crafted, hidden beneath a white cloth I had draped over it.
"Something's showing through, isn't it?"
"Covering it completely wouldn't be any fun."
"Honestly..."
Hera pulled the cloth aside.
Inside was a chair shimmering with golden light.
The chair was the most beautiful throne on Olympus, built entirely of gold and inlaid at intervals with jewels in matching hues.
"Could Hephaestus be the one who...?"
"She is. Our daughter made it. As a gift for you."
As expected, Hera immediately identified the maker of the golden chair. I embraced her from behind and guided her toward the chair.
"Hephaestus is probably troubled by what she said to you. This is her reconciliation gift, and a way of expressing that she wants you to see her as she truly is."
"Reconciliation..."
"You've sensed it yourself, Hera—Hephaestus really does resemble you, doesn't she? You're both stubborn, but in the end, it's the parent who yields. And Hephaestus becoming the Blacksmith Goddess isn't so terrible. As you can see."
A blacksmith needn't forge only weapons. Shaping metals and gems into beautiful furnishings and ornaments is also a smith's work—Hephaestus's work.
"Hephaestus told me this. If a god makes their life's work the creation of the world's most beautiful things, then isn't it only natural that the most beautiful goddess's daughter should take on that work?"
"Hephaestus didn't say that, did she?"
"What?"
"You made it up, didn't you, dear?"
A faint smile touched Hera's lips as she clasped my hand.
"It's all right. I'm not angry anymore. If this is what Hephaestus wants to do, how could I possibly stop her? I won't oppose it... or forbid it, I mean. Not anymore."
"Hera...!"
Hera slipped free of my arms and turned around. Meeting my eyes, she placed a hand on my chest and patted it gently.
"I'm sorry to you too. Getting caught in the middle—it's been hard on you, hasn't it?"
"This is the role of a patriarch. Heh-heh."
"Hehe, thank you. I'll have to thank Hephaestus, too."
With a sigh of relief, Hera sat down in the golden chair.
"...Heh."
"Why are you laughing? You've got that really lecherous look in your—"
Clank, clank.
"What?!"
Hera yelped in sudden alarm. Chains shot out from the armrests and the chair legs, binding Hera in an instant, while additional chains coiled around her abdomen.
"I left the outward design to Hephaestus, but the functionality was my request."
"D-dear! What in the world have you done?!"
"It's a very special device, created to add some variety to married life. Yes. An extension of Anywhere Zeus—I call it: 'Sit Down and It's Zeus.'"
"What on earth—eek...?!"
Hera jerked as if to rise. From below, a golden dildo had begun squirming.
"Wh-what is this...! Stop...!"
"Don't worry. Do you think I'd let some mere dildo enter you? The real fun is just beginning."
Clap!
Hera's upper body began reclining. The backrest tilted, a section dropping vertically to brace the floor, while chains from inside the leg rests wrapped her thighs and pulled them apart.
Whirr, clank, clank.
"Perfectly positioned for entry."
"D-dear..."
Hera trembled, her whole body restrained. She was accustomed to free-form sex, but this—sex while fully bound and immobilized—was essentially her first time.
"Wh-what are you planning to do?"
"Impregnation sex."
It hadn't been long since Hera's last delivery. After Hephaestus and Ares, she had given birth to Eileithyia and then several more children.
"Everyday sex gets dull, so I thought we'd try a new method."
"D-do you really have to go this far?"
"But—"
I buried my face in Hera's breasts, tilting only my eyes up to meet hers as I kissed the underside of her breast.
"—you're the only one I can do this sort of thing with."
"W-well, in that case, I suppose I have no choice. I-it's an extremely special exception. Understood?"
Hera turned her head away and murmured her consent. I gave a soft kiss to Hera's nipples, then positioned my hips against her abdomen.
"D-dear?"
"I'm going to try having sex with your breasts."
"Th-that won't work..."
Hera hesitated, tugging at the restraints, but they held.
Creak, creak.
The armrests rose slowly above her head, leaving Hera's underarms completely exposed.
"What exactly 'won't work'?"
"It, it's..."
"Could it be you were hoping for pussy-sex rather than breast-sex?"
"..."
Hera fell silent. When I looked past her, I could see her pussy lips trembling, her opening clenching and unclenching over and over.
"You didn't even wear underwear. I'm fairly certain I requested you wear a pussy-cover in daily life."
"I-I do wear it normally. Today, it, it's just..."
"You still don't know much about men. Men, you see..."
I pushed the fabric of Hera's dress aside. Her back was still supported by the dress, but as I tugged the material gently to the sides, peeling it back like a husk, her fair naked body was bared.
"...have an instinct to undress a woman with their own hands."
"How would I know something like that...? You're the only man I've ever known."
Blush.
That's a talent. I kissed her breast apologetically as she glared at me, her eyes tinged with wounded feeling.
Smack.
"Aahng..."
Hera released a heated breath and let out a moan. I kept stimulating her ample breasts with my tongue.
"S-stop..."
"But I'm going to keep drinking."
I used the tip of my tongue to press against Hera's nipple from the side. From the nipple, fully erect with arousal, a clear liquid like the Milky Way began to trickle out.
"Your breast milk is so delicious, Hera. Even better than Nectar."
"Stop saying that... Are you a baby, dear?"
"Waaah."
Just as my daughters did, I latched onto Hera's breast and suckled. She furrowed her brow and twisted her body, but then let out a long sigh.
"Haa, fine. When have you ever not suckled? Go ahead. Drink your fill."
"Oh-ho? Did you just tell me to suck?"
Click, click.
I pressed a button beneath the chair. A large device emerged, and I attached the broad, funnel-like end to Hera's other breast.
"What are you doing?"
"Milking."
After taking Hera's nipple between my lips, I began rhythmically squeezing and releasing the underside of her breast with my other hand.
Slurp, slurp.
"Ahhng..."
The milker began drawing in the milk flowing from Hera's breast like a vacuum. Her milk traveled through the flexible tube and began filling an airtight container attached beneath the chair.
"Really... what do you plan to do with my milk...?"
"Drink it while I work. Since I can't open your robes during work, I'll have some of you as a palate cleanser instead."
"Did Hephaestus make this too?"
"She did."
"Honestly... what am I going to do?"
Hera laughed drowsily through her nose.
"Making all these lewd things for her father. Can she really be allowed to become the Blacksmith Goddess?"
"Oh-ho? So now you're saying you won't allow it?"
"Are you, hnn, blackmailing me with this now?"
"That's right. It's blackmail."
Squelch.
I thrust my cock inside Hera. Soaked even before entry, her pussy clamped down the moment it took me in, swallowing me deeper.
"Aahh, it feels so good..."
Hera writhed and moaned. Unlike other women, Hera does not purposely cry out loudly or say how good it feels.
"Hahh, dear..."
That one word, "dear."
With just those loving eyes looking up at me, I could feel Hera's emotions with my entire body.
The pressure of her pussy gripping my cock and refusing to let go never bores me, no matter how many days I pound her. How could I ever dislike a woman who clenches her pussy so diligently to please me, to crave my semen?
"Ahhng..."
She wasn't deliberately relaxing her pussy. She was clenching, clenching—but losing control because my cock made her feel too much too easily.
"Hahng."
Then she would climax, and I would taste the breast milk that gushed out during her orgasm. The more she climaxed, the more the milk overflowed, threatening to spill between the underside of her breasts if the milker didn't press down firmly.
"Is my cock that good?"
"Your cock, hahht, I love it... I want to keep it inside me for the rest of my life..."
"Then you could just use Anywhere Zeus."
"Ahng, that one's fake... I want the real thing."
Hera twisted her limbs and licked her lips.
"If you release me... I think I could hold you even tighter..."
Hera didn't scream desperately for me to free her limbs. She proposed the easiest method for getting the restraints removed—and I nearly, almost without thinking, unlatched all of them.
"No. I'm going to enjoy myself a bit more."
I drove my cock deeper into Hera's pussy. The more we had sex, the more her pussy molded itself perfectly to my cock's shape. But every time she gave birth, her pussy reverted to being as tight as it was in her virgin days.
Meaning.
Her body reset her pussy to brand-new every time she had a child.
"Ah, ahh... you've forced me wide open...!"
"Spread wider. If you're going to give birth, you'll need to stretch out more, won't you?"
"Hahht, if I'm going to stretch... it's not on my own."
Hera began panting as she provoked me.
"Aren't you, hahng, supposed to be the one ramming my pussy with your cock... turning it loose and sloppy...?"
"...Heh, heheh."
Squelch.
"Brace yourself."
"Hahht, Hera's pussy... getting developed all over again by you...♡"
Squelch, squelch.
Hera's body arched like a bow, and I demonstrated the dignity of a max-level pro inside her.
Buzzzzzt.
"Uuuhht... Being tied up and taken by force... is the best..."
Hera's eyes rolled back as she came.
* * *
A few days later.
As a gesture of reconciliation, Hera permitted Hephaestus to ascend as the Blacksmith Goddess.
But she attached a condition.
"You must make a massage chair. One that, when you sit, lets you feel the greatness of Lord Zeus."
And so.
Hephaestus created a rest area exclusively for goddesses called the 'Massage Parlor,' and after earning the approval of all who used it, she was formally recognized as the Blacksmith Goddess.