Children of Zeus (4) Ares, and
"Haaah."
Epimetheus was still carrying out her task of distributing gifts to the beasts, just as Zeus had commanded.
She had precisely identified what every animal needed, and every three days she and her brother Prometheus would debate through the nights, pondering what the creatures truly required, ensuring they received exactly what was essential.
For the lion, a mane.
For the bear, a gall bladder.
For the bee, a sting in its tail.
She had bestowed upon each animal something they needed, something that would serve them well, and every animal was content.
Over the years, thousands of species had received what they desired through the aid of Prometheus and Epimetheus. Whenever Epimetheus saw the animals roaming the grasslands adorned with the gifts she had fastened upon them, she felt a surge of pride.
"Haaah."
Yet Epimetheus couldn't help sighing deeply. Now that she had given everything away, there was nothing left to give to 'humans'.
Give them swift legs like a lion?
Or mighty strength like a bear?
Or perhaps the tail of a cat?
No matter how she thought about it, humans were a tricky fit for any gift. So she kept postponing it, and in the end, there was nothing left after providing for all the other beasts.
Suddenly, she had nothing to give to humanity, and Epimetheus fell into gloom over her blunder.
"Hing..."
Zeus, of all the Titans, was the one who paid the most attention to humans.
Just the matter of Callisto alone had plainly shown how much he doted on them, and now Epimetheus had ended up with nothing to give those very humans.
In other words, if Zeus found out about her mistake, he would read her the riot act.
"What if he doesn't give me sex..."
Zeus's punishments are gentle. He doesn't just chuck you into Tartarus, or torture an immortal body to the brink of death, or try to kill you.
But Zeus inflicts a punishment upon goddesses more terrible than anything else.
If you do wrong, he won't give you sex.
Zeus had consolidated the power of Olympus with his cock, and the goddesses, unable to forget the taste of it, could not escape Olympus.
As the very first Titan goddess of Othrys to taste Zeus's dick, Epimetheus knew the psychological bondage brought on by Zeus's dick all too well.
Only one week remained until her next turn.
Her brother Prometheus had stepped up, saying he would find a way. Epimetheus, fearing what her brother might do, was on pins and needles about it.
Ahaan...
"Hm?"
A moaning sound drifted from the distance. Epimetheus followed the corridor inward, and there, tucked away in a secluded spot, was a facility she'd never seen before.
"This is... a massage parlor? What in the world."
Epimetheus surveyed the so-called massage parlor. There were large chairs, each like a cradle, that allowed one to sit reclining at about a thirty-degree angle, and above each chair, a privacy shade was drawn to conceal the occupant.
Ahaan, haaaaan...
Since the moans flowed only from the chairs with drawn shades, it was clear goddesses were inside. Epimetheus grew curious about this new facility that had appeared while she was wrestling with animals.
Whirrr.
Epimetheus lay down in a chair. The soft, enveloping sensation was so precise that she gently closed her eyes.
Click.
"...Eh?"
She startled as her limbs and her whole body were restrained. Just as a feeling of emptiness registered below, the dress parted to the sides and a familiar sensation began to enter her.
"D, don't tell me this is..."
Whirr, clack.
The privacy shade unfolded over Epimetheus. And on the inside of that shade, an image of Zeus looking down at her fondly was embroidered.
Click, squelch.
"Ah, aahh...!"
That familiar yet hot sensation below. This was unmistakably an Anywhere Zeus. And before her eyes was the image of Zeus.
"So this is why everyone, hic, haaah..."
Epimetheus quietly surrendered her body to the chair. She closed her eyes at the sensation of her whole being purified, trembling over and over.
"The person who made this... who on earth...!"
Hephaestus.
She had become a goddess to the goddesses.
* * *
"It's a success. Everyone is satisfied."
Thanks to Hephaestus's massage chairs, many goddesses had found an outlet for various needs. The primary goal had been to comfort the goddesses, but the original massage features I'd envisioned were also included, making it broadly useful.
"I'm jealous. I should put a massage chair in our house too."
"You have the Golden Chair."
"But that one doesn't have a massage function."
"Now, now. Why would you think it doesn't?"
I lifted Hera and settled her on my lap. Then I buried my face in her shoulder from behind, kneading her breasts and belly.
"A personal massage chair just for Hera. How about it?"
"Hmph. Wouldn't you rather have this conversation without raising your dick?"
"How can I help it if my dick stands up just at the sight of Hera?"
"...Then put it in, at least."
Squelch. I naturally slipped my cock inside Hera. Hera savored it—unlike the other goddesses, this was the real thing—and breathed out slowly.
"Finish quickly. Soon—"
"Mom! Dad!"
"!!"
Hera clenched tight around me in surprise. I hastily pulled my hands to her stomach and kissed the nape of her neck.
"Ah. Is that you, Ares?"
"Yep!"
Ares.
Hera's second daughter was a carbon copy of Hera. Specifically, she looked exactly like Hera had looked about half a year after being born.
The term 'tomboy' might fit, though honestly, a total brat—
'Red twin-tails say it all.'
Ares had a body indistinguishable from Hera's. Except for the chest, that is. With a relatively modest bust and twin-tails, her appearance brought to mind those manga characters my friends in my past life used to go 'chuu-rai chuu-rai' over.
"Dad, I've decided!"
"On what?"
"I'm going to be the Goddess of War!"
I felt Hera sigh through her pussy. She was doing her best not to let on that we were in the middle of sex, but her annoyance was palpable—following Hephaestus, now another daughter wanted to become a deity in a domain known as a man's field.
"You? The Goddess of War?"
"That's right!"
"...Fine, do as you like."
Unexpected.
Hera freely gave her permission for Ares to become the Goddess of War.
"Really!? Mom, I love you!!"
"...Hmph."
Unlike Hephaestus, Ares was a child brimming with charm. It reminded me of the old days when Hera declared she would marry me, her brother, warming my heart unasked.
"But keep this in mind. Athena will always be above you."
"..."
Hera pricked Ares's pride. She seemed to have intended the harsh words deliberately.
"If you truly wish to become the Goddess of War, you will need to surpass Athena one day. Understood?"
"Of course. I'll definitely beat her. Athena, my older sister."
For her part, Ares harbored both an inferiority complex and a fierce competitive spirit toward Athena. I was steering things in a positive direction for now, but there was no telling when it might turn bad.
"Ares, could you come over here for a moment?"
"Dear...!"
I called for Ares, and Hera flinched in alarm. Ares approached with an innocent face, and I stroked her hair.
"I'll be rooting for you."
"...Okay!"
Ares shouted, clenching her fist.
"I swear on the River Styx, until I beat Athena, I won't have sex with any man!"
"..."
Hera recoiled and shrank back. I gently rubbed her lower abdomen, afraid she might let out an accidental moan, and nodded.
"Good. That's fine spirit, Ares."
"Except for Dad!"
"I think you'd better not say that."
"Why?"
Ares asked, her face genuinely bewildered.
"Isn't sex a good thing? You and Mom do it all the time. I heard about it ages ago! Dad gets stronger the more sex he has!"
"Where in the world did you hear that..."
"Lady Gaia!"
Gaiaaaaaaa!!
"Didn't Gaia make some kind of prophecy?"
"Prophecy? She didn't do anything like that. She just told me old stories about Dad!"
"Is that so..."
"She told me about the time Dad had impregnation sex with Grandma Rhea to give birth to Mom again! Oh, wait, so does that make Mom Dad's daughter? Huh?"
"Oh, Ares. That story is complicated, so let's talk about it later, shall we?"
Hera was the one who patted Ares's shoulder first.
"You should be off now. You have preparations to make to become the Goddess of War, don't you?"
"Okay! Mom, I love you! I love you too, Dad!"
Smooch, smooch.
Ares kissed Hera on the cheek, then mine, and dashed off in a hurry. Just watching her run out, buzzing with excitement without even closing the door properly, left us with nothing but laughter.
"...Phew."
"...We're lucky the kid's so innocent."
Ares is innocent.
To put it harshly, outside the realm of war, she's very naive. I can hardly say anything about my own child, but Ares is a pure and truly innocent kid.
"Does she even know what sex is?"
"Now I see why she lags behind Athena. The kid can't study, that's why she's trailing in a fight."
"It's not like we're going to make her study."
"...It might be good to find her a good teacher."
Even in the middle of sex, if you get sidetracked talking about your kids, you forget about the sex. I lifted Hera and stood up from the chair.
"Then shall we finish what we couldn't do while startled by Ares barging in? Hera, you held up well."
"...Oh, brother."
Hera hesitated, then whispered softly toward me.
"Thinking about it, I am your daughter, aren't I?"
"Huh?"
"I really am the daughter born anew through Mother Rhea."
"...Well, yes."
Squelch.
"Then..."
Hera grabbed the corner of the desk with both hands. Then, blushing, she whispered even more quietly than before.
"I'm... doing it with Dad, aren't I?"
"Hera."
I embraced Hera from behind and asked.
"As a fellow Titan, is there a problem?"
"...Not a single one. Daddy♡"
I embraced Hera again.
* * *
The day after I put Hera to sleep.
I finally came face to face with 'her'.
"She's coming."
Whoooosh-
The wind blows.
The child who had requested a meeting at the summit of Olympus arrived at the peak, borne on a rough gale.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The ground shakes.
Even from afar, the silhouette was clear.
Navy-blue hair.
A white dress, trimmed to fall just to her thighs like a miniskirt.
Though one breast was exposed, it gave off no sexual impression at all. That was because the exposed breast was wrapped in the fur hide of a beast.
"It has been too long, Father."
"..."
A physique and frame even more massive than my own.
"Kehahah! What's with that face? I'm your daughter—why so tense?"
That is my 'daughter'.
The Virgin Goddess, Goddess of the Moon and Hunt.
"Artemis offers her greetings."
Here, in K-Olympus.
There is no 17-year-old beautiful maiden Artemis.