AN: IRL got me busier than I thought I'd be for September so far, following the other business that needed attending to, in the last days of August, so this chapter ended up coming out today, as opposed to when I would've preferred, a little over two weeks ago. Sorry lads, not much I could've done there.

Before you read, as well, just a heads-up, there's been a bit of a change. Due to a few reasons, one of which being that I wouldn't have the time to get it in for this chapter, unless I made you guys wait an extra week or two for this, the sections where Beerus hands down judgment/punishment to his enemies, amongst a few other things, like his discussion with Themis, will be in the next chapter, instead.

And seeing as how I'd originally intended for this chapter to end, when I first started writing it won't be happening, I'll just let you all know now, it was going to end on a cliff-hanger with Beerus being told by Gaea about his baby boy, and going to see him, the meeting and interaction of which, would take place in the chapter following.

For those wondering, with this change, now the chapter after this, will not only involve the judgment/punishment section that I didn't have time to get to in this chapter, but will also contain the full meeting and first interaction between Beerus and the son he unknowingly fathered with Gaea, among a few other things, which are also not present in this chapter, so look forward to that. The upcoming chapter will likely be the longest of this fic.

Anyway, with that out of the way, on with the chapter!

The Olympian God of Destruction:

Chapter 39: Aftermath V.

Hehe… Well… Ish been a while since I've had one of these… Can't say I didn't eshpect one to occur eventually, though I dih-didn't think it'd be thish shoon~!

This drunken thought was had by Beerus, as he looked around where he found himself with a feeling of weightlessness, signifying the lack of a physical body to accompany him. A fact that sadly did nothing to aid against his inebriation, which somehow still remained with him, as he viewed the mostly black void meeting his vision, no matter where he looked, with but the beginnings of mists showing themselves before him, as they rose and circled around his form.

A mental scape like this, for it was indeed conjured by the mind, may have been a little confusing – or perhaps concerning, in an irrational way – for many, if they were to end up in a place like this, while being mentally aware of what it was supposed to be, but for Beerus, he'd been here before. He recognized this space, even in his current state, and he would've done so even without what it represented being bonded to him conceptually, as it was now, thanks to Hades' recent wish.

And how could he not? After all, this space was one that was conjured by his own mind, when in the thralls of sleep, and always started the same way, just like this, but only occasionally happened back in his days as the god of destruction of Universe 7. This scene of blank darkness like this, at first, for it would shift soon enough, as opposed to the usual dreams he had, when sleeping soundly, had always heralded the coming of a prophetic vision.

The last time he'd had one of these, it'd been after the Oracle Fish had told him of the Super Saiyan God, and sometime after that, he had dreamed of such a being showing themselves to him. A being he had hoped would be a true rival to his power.

That vision hadn't proven to be entirely correct, but it had led him to Son Goku, who in the end, had proven to be a vital person for him. And though not in the way he'd initially hoped, his fateful meeting with him had led to him being rescued from total annihilation at the hands of the Omni-Kings.

Here though, thanks to the Ophiotaurus' information dump into his head, he knew well that his new domain of prophecy made it so whatever prophetic dreams he had here, unlike the ones from Universe 7, were to hold a high degree ofaccuracy. So much so, that whatever was formed and shown to him now, was virtually guaranteed to happen in the future, at some point, unless something drastic was done to prevent it.

In saying that, Beerus tried to focus as hard as he could, as the dark void around him shifted, and the mists became greater and more pronounced before him, preparing to show him something, but alas, he was not successful. His mind was simply too intoxicated at the moment, to pull that off, and thus, he was left to watch with mental vision slipping in and out of focus like a faulty camera scope, as the mists coalesced into specific shapes before his 'gaze'.

When the mists were done forming their shapes, what Beerus was treated to, was something you'd almost expect out of a story book, as it first showed through its misty tresses, a seemingly idyllic view of the land and seas. A beautiful sight, even to his drunken gaze that blurred in and out, as Helios' light shone upon all below with a majestic glare, and many figures, appearing vaguely male and female, frolicked about seemingly without a care in the world. The vision then shifted slightly, showing a mighty mountain, which even inebriated, Beerus knew had to be Olympus, with how it towered over all other pieces of land around it, including its fellow mountains, which couldn't hope to come close to the heights it reached.

Upon said mountain, everyone who was on it, again all vaguely male and female, with no other characteristics to differentiate them as individuals, also seemed to be happy and full of good spirits, as they walked, lay or flew along the lofty peak of Olympus, right outside of his palace. None appearing to have a care in the world either, and seeming as free as they could possibly be, to do as they wished, even if all he saw them do, was mundane activities. He could hear laughter though, as well as hushed whispers and joyous gossiping among many, though the specifics of any of these 'conversations' were a total mystery to him.

Perhaps he was among them, alongside his siblings and maybe his mother too. He had no way of knowing though, not when he couldn't make out any details of the appearance of any of the figures, beyond their sex, what with one being narrower and taller, while the other was shorter and curvier, displaying what he was sure were breasts upon their chests.

Within the blink of an eye then, the idyllic scene shifted, as suddenly, what looked like a fist smashed its way up from beneath the surface of the earth a way's away from Olympus. And even with Beerus' blurring vision, the destroyer could tell it was gigantic, as it splintered and sent huge chunks of the uprooted 'ground' flying in all directions, numerous of which were easily much, much bigger than surrounding mountains. So much so, that when the chunks of 'earth' crashed down, an entire mountain range that stood atop one would've been an insignificantly small portion of it, like a group of sharp pebbles merely jutting out from the 'soil', and even masses of land like that were puny next to the fist itself.

Woah… What ish that…? He soon thought in awe, as the creature that'd punched up through the ground, pulled itself up onto the surface, and when it did, Beerus got the best look he could at the being, given his current state. What looked like long, large tentacles for legs from its bottom – or were those serpents? He couldn't tell – with what he believed was a densely-muscled torso that looked more human, but with the heads of various beasts bulging out from around his front. All of which with eyes that seemed to burn with fire, and their total being something he was unable to decipher, given his current state, as they let out various-sounding, enraged bellows and screeches that made Beerus deeply cringe, even without a physical body.

Upon the creature's hands were 'fingers' which writhed and wriggled about like angry snakes, whilst along his incredibly broad shoulders – from Beerus' wonky perspective – a lot of draconic-looking heads popped out. Their sharp-toothed mouths stretched wide, some roaring, some breathing flames down his enormous, thickly-muscled arms, while all their eyes burned with the same fire as the other beast heads on his person. And beneath them, by his back, outstretched a pair of gargantuan wings that, through the mist and Beerus' shaky vision, vaguely resembled a bird's as they extended out well past his body.

His humanoid head was the last part of him, with long, matted hair that fell behind him, with jagged ears as sharp-looking as gnarly blades, a matted beard that clung to his face like dirt, and teeth so razor-sharp that they would make a shark's look blunt and useless. His features themselves looking, even in mist-form, to be grotesquely-muscled, with a wide-set jaw, a nose that appeared large and crooked, with gusts of wind and flame launching from the nostrils, and wide-set eyes of blazing fire.

Standing to his full height, the creature, even from a distance, easily dwarfed that of even Olympus itself in size. The mountain in question, through his dream, not even seeming to reach anywhere close to its pelvis, with its head cresting high enough to brush against the stars themselves, and breaking well beyond any clouds in the heavens, as its humanoid head roared above its other heads. And it roared what sounded like a battle-cry, one which challenged anything or anyone to dare to stand up to it and fight against him, with a voice so loud that no god, from the highest highs in the sky, to the lowest of lows in the underworld, wouldn't have been able to hear him.

Following that, the mists then took on their latest form, which was that of countless deities and so forth fleeing in terror of this beast, screaming in unbridled fear, that Beerus could somehow feel, as the creature turned all that surrounded it into a hellscape. All while various mouths of its bestial heads seemed to devour numerous beings who were unfortunate enough to get caught in his clutches. Vaguely – to him, in his current state, anyway – it appeared that the sky now burned like an inferno, whilst the land below him, torn asunder and ripped apart in many places, was made desolate and ruinous. An endless slew of mountains having crumbled, countless islands sank beneath rising tides of fiercely boiling seas, and country and continent-sized landmasses were twisted and shredded into pieces, just from his sheer presence alone, it seemed, even innumerable miles away.

A lone god seemed willing to challenge him, while all others fled from him though, as they floated in-front of the giant creature, and Beerus couldn't help but feel that was either him or one of his brothers, given they appeared male. Though, that made him wonder where the other brothers were, in that case? Had they already been defeated, or had they fled from this monstrosity? He didn't know, but what he did know, was that the beast oddly roared with glee, alongside its aggression, at the challenger, before said challenger rushed forward to attack, as the mighty monster did the same.

The mist then shifted once again, as soon as the smaller god's fist made contact with the monster's in an intense clash, and Beerus squinted, even though he currently had no eyeballs, trying once more, with all his effort, to focus and see what popped up this time. And what he saw, definitely shocked him.

The area made by the mist looked even more disastrous now, than it did before, with no mountain, not even Olympus, left standing. The latter having been turned to rubble, just like the others, with two shapes at the base of it. About the only things his 'sight' could make out beyond that, was that one was female, and the other male – probably the god who'd stepped up to fight the creature - and said male's body was laid out, completely motionless on the ground, with their head propped up on the knees of the female sat on the ground beside them. The latter of which, though he couldn't make out any facial features, he could feel how overwhelmingly distraught they were. How fearful they were, over what was happening.

The last that the vision gave him, which was the one thing his gaze fully lost the blur for, was a close-up of those two deities, as the monster roared in victory in the background, seeming extremely pleased with itself. The goddess then watching on in horror, seemingly spellbound in place, as the gargantuan, grisly hand of the beast reached down toward her and the god laying with his head in her lap, a scream echoing from her, as the appendage approached and then looked to close around the two.

A bright, purple light then filled his vision, as the dream flashed to a sudden end...

Early morning, the next day… Upon Olympus…

"Ughhhhh…" Beerus groaned, consciousness returning, as he slowly stirred awake. His amber eyes cracking open groggily to the real world, with vision badly blurred, even more so than it'd been in his dream, and what felt like someone repetitiously smashing his skull with a hammer, from the inside, as his head throbbed angrily.

Wuh-What in the hell… was zat sthing…? He drunkenly thought over what his prophetic dream had shown him. The destroyer, in his current state, not knowing what to think of the carnage he'd seen being wrought, in his vision, by such a monstrous-looking giant.

Despite this, another feeling dominated his inebriated body, as he pulled further away from the land of sleep. This feeling was not fear, unlike what most would've felt, had they seen what he'd seen. It was, in actual fact, a strong mixture of apprehension and excitement rolled into one.

Apprehension, because of what was apparently to come in the future, with everything that they'd fought for essentially being made meaningless, in the face of a monster who sent most running in fear, and took down whatever opposed him, as he tore the world apart, based on the vision. Something that was bound to occur, as shell-shocking as the thought was, unless he did something about it, though he knew not what to do, exactly, in order to change the future that he'd seen.

As for why he also felt excitement rolling around in his wasted body? Well, that simply couldn't be helped. It was obvious that whatever monstrosity was coming, it was strong. Very strong. Enough so, that seemingly, it was capable of single-handedly wrecking Olympus and standing tall and victorious, over a fallen enemy that had to be either him, or one of his younger brothers, as the others in his vision fled.

Beerus knew there was no chance he'd flee from a battle, if he was challenged by something like what he'd seen. He'd meet it head on, just as he had any challenger in his past, to put it in its place, just as he had them. Knowing that, this meant that, unless he was missing something here, the god who was laid out, was either him, or he'd been taken out earlier than that, but the vision just hadn't shown it, for some reason. After all, he couldn't imagine laying back and doing nothing, or worse, cowardly running away at that thing's approach, as it caused such destruction upon the world, including and especially upon Olympus, where he and his siblings now resided.

In either case, that only meant one thing. That monster he'd seen, was powerful enough to defeat him, from the looks of it. Even with all that he was capable of now, that creature would, apparently, be able to – and would – take him down, unless he misread his vision, which, drunk or not, he didn't think he had. And such a realization, naturally, brought about excitement within him, alongside the aforementioned apprehension, for one very simple reason.

That being, soon enough, or however long it took that creature to show itself, if it even existed yet, was that he'd have a worthy foe. An opponent – a rival, he would even say – who could push him to his limits, and make him feel the thrill of battle. Something he'd long yearned for, back in Universe 7, for many, many years, as he either slept or travelled about with his mentor, Whis, but never truly gotten.

He'd get it here though, unless he was mistaken, and if nothing else, a challenger that strong was something to look forward to-

THROB! THRO-THROB! THROB!

"Ack!?..." Beerus' thoughts about his future challenge came to a sudden end, as pain lanced through his skull twice as bad as previous, forcing him to clench his eyes shut, as the destroyer was forcefully brought back into the present. And when it did, it only brought confusion. "Whuh…? Whatsh… going on…?"

As the hung-over god of destruction asked himself this in a slur, despite his immense headache, the events of the celebration, before he'd lost consciousness and started dreaming, or whatever he could recall with any degree of clarity, surged back to the fore of his mind. He remembered feasting during the celebration, the fiasco that Hera and Demeter, primarily, almost started, before he shut that down, then him beginning to feed food to his sisters and Bia, who'd done the same back to him, and then a whole bunch of that nectar stuff had started getting consumed at some point. Both by him, and everyone else, if he remembered right. And that was after the beverage had gotten an added punch to it, of something alcoholic, which he still had no clue who was responsible for, between his Nymph server, or Demeter.

Beyond that, the events that'd taken place, were little more than a scrambled mess, at best, within his mind, and that mess only got worse, the further into the nectar he'd drunk, with any memory of the other day, becoming so blurred and unintelligible that he hadn't a hope of gleaming any details. And all as the aching and throbbing in his head persisted, taunting him with its refusal to leave him, or even calm down.

And that in itself was a sensation he didn't think should've been possible, given the healing factor his body had, and yet, it was there. Not even in the process of receding, like it should've been. Nor was the feeling his entire body gave off of being tired, his muscles feeling dysfunctional with even the lightest of flexes.

Whatever magical propertieswere within that nectar were clearly incredibly potent, if they could override the healing ability of his body in this world for this long, both to get him madly drunk in the first place, and then dealing with the after-effects following it. That much was for sure!

THROB! THROB! THRO-THROB!

"Ugghhh!... Damn it!..." Deciding he'd had enough of allowing his head to suffer on its own, after feeling it spike again, he attempted to groggily move a hand up to nurse his aching temple, so as to partially soothe his migraine, which showed no signs of going away.

"Hnnghnah…!" A soft, shaky, feminine moan ripped him from his own thoughts, as his arm barely budged, before something that he hadn't noticed entrapping it until now, tightened its grasp, in what felt like smooth serpents of silk coiling around the top and bottom parts of his limb. The top of which, he could also feel being pressed deep into something amazingly soft and malleable, which he felt squishing and bulging around his appendage. The bottom, meanwhile, down by his forearm, he could feel rubbing against something that was also soft, but wet.

Huh…? Rolling his head to the side, Beerus tried to get a look at whatever – or better yet, whoever – it was, that was keeping his appendage locked in place. But unfortunately for him, as soon as he tried, his blurry vision proved to be the bane of his existence too, by making it impossible for him to tell who it was. Now that he was back to seeing through his physical body again, his sight was easily thrice as bad, as it'd been in his dream, and all he could make out of whoever clung to his arm, was a distorted shape and the colours of cream and yellow, as if he was looking at some child's poor excuse at a painting. He was sure that the brown had to be their hair, as he saw what he was certain was their head laid down at its side on his shoulder.

Any attempt to focus, on his part, to discover the person's identity in that moment, just made it worse, as his headache continued to pound through him with vehemence, almost making him groan in pain, again.

Despite wondering what or who that was keeping his arm in place, the god decided to have his intense headache take priority. The rational thing might've been to simply wait for his vision to clear enough, so he could see what was blocking his arm, and also simply to rest more, perhaps even try to go back to sleep, in the hopes that his headache receded somewhat, in a few hours more. However, Beerus was severely lacking in any form of patience, right now, and couldn't fathom the idea of sleeping again, with his skull throbbing like it was. So, instead, the destroyer tried to move his other arm, and bring its hand up to nurse his temple, as he tried and failed to get his vision under control.

"Nnghahn…!" Another soft, shaky, feminine moan met his ears, as his other arm barely budged too, before the same happened to it, as its twin, with something that'd already been entrapping it tightening its hold over his limb, in much the same way, and with much the same feelings, too. That included the soft, pliable something that his upper-arm was pressed deep into, which felt more voluminous than the other one, as well as the soft, wet other something that his other forearm rubbed against.

The hell…? Feeling nothing short of confused now, in his hung-over state, Beerus blinked his badly blurry eyes, trying to get them to come back into a sliver of focus for him, as his head rolled to the other side, only to be met with a similarly distorted shape to the other person. That, and the colours of a paler cream and brown, with what he was also sure was this person's head laid down on his other shoulder, in much the same way as their cohort.

Seeing both his arms as a lost cause then, while feeling annoyed at the obstructions, Beerus really did groan this time, as his head lulled back into place, making him stare up at the ceiling for a moment, as he contemplated what to do next. Normally, with his strength, he'd have been easily able to shrug whoever these two were off of himself, but with how wasted he was now, he couldn't find it in him to muster up that kind of power.

The idea came to him then to use one of his legs, and bring up a foot of his to massage his temple instead. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing, and even with his grogginess, his entire body was quite flexible, so he should have no problem doing so.

At least, that's what he would've liked to think, but before he tried, Beerus was smart enough this time, thanks to his two previous failed attempts at moving a limb, to budge his head up as best he could, and look down at his lower body. Sure enough, he spotted, and then felt, two more shapes that'd parked themselves lower on his form, which he noticed before.

The closer of the two only demonstrated just how badly shot his senses were, at the minute, as whoever it was, would've kept him pinned down on their lonesome, as they'd parked themselves on top of his torso. And pressed down on his front, as they were, he made out the colours of black and cream, like the prior two, as their head was laid out over the crook of his neck, with what had to be their own chest against his. Their own perky, pliant something – which his wasted ass only just now recognized, had to be the person's bare breasts, just as it was for the other two holding his arms in place – being squashed up against his pecs. This person felt like they had arguably the biggest pair yet, even if only by an ever-so-slight degree, as they pushed so deeply against his chest. All the while, his messy mind processed what felt like a pair of smooth arms wrapped around his body, just below his arm pits, and a pair of lithe legs pressing against his hips.

And finally, beyond her, was the last shape, which he could just barely make out, over the person hugging his torso. A darker shade of yellow mixed with pale white meeting his blurry gaze, as whoever it was had their own smooth arms, which felt more toned than the other three, hooked firmly around his legs, specifically his thighs, keeping them gripped in place, partially pried open, even while unconscious.

Or at least, he presumed she was unconscious, anyway, given what he believed to be her head was placed down on the most precarious position of all, on his body. That being, right over his crotch, where her face had smushed up against his third leg, bending what was very much a still erect phallus toward his watching face, making the upper half hover over what he was sure was the round rump of the person laying over his front, by mere centimetres. All as her breasts, which felt the smallest of the lot, but with plenty of softness and liveliness, both squished down against the uppermost portion of either leg of his.

He was also naked. His drunken mind finally took note of this. They all were, in fact. And come to think of it, though his movement was severely limited right now, and it was hard to process the sensation properly, at the minute, evidenced by how long it'd taken him just now to recognize everything else about his situation, he could feel something else. He could feel it from himself, whatever bed he was on – which he assumed was his own, though technically, all the beds in the palace were, since the palace was his – and he could also feel it from the goddesses clinging to him.

It was a stickiness. His and the four goddesses' skin, along with the very sheets beneath him, felt sticky. And in the latter's case, he also felt a dampness. His sense of smell was virtually useless, as it only caught a whiff of each goddess' unique scent, which tickled his brain, as they felt very familiar to his banjaxed brain, as well as the overpowering odour of nectar from all of them.

"Ergh… Did I…?" As all of this information came together, the destroyer slurred this question to himself dumbly, wondering if, in his horrifically drunk stupor, he hadn't brought four different girls to bed with him for sex, and done the deed with one, more or all of them, and then fallen unconscious after the fact? All with his mind too fried to ever have a hope of remembering any of it?

If so, then that just sucked, as this would've been his first time, in this world, and counting his time from Universe 7, in his old body, it'd have been millions of years since the last time he'd partaken in sexual activity. Like with his other pleasurable activities, he'd much prefer it if he was able to recall such an experience, as –

"I can sadly confirm that, despite how this may look to you, my son, you unfortunately have not engaged in coitus with any of them, before you lost consciousness." A partially disappointed, but also partially amused feminine voice rang out within the room, cutting off his murky thoughts. A voice that, wasted as he was, it may've taken Beerus a very small moment to recognize, were it not for the fact of what the owner of said voice had just called him.

"Muh-Mother…?" Turning his head again, while murmuring that in surprise, his blurry vision came across one more figure, who was stood – or was she floating? He couldn't tell – around the bottom corner of his bed, having evaded his senses the longest. And likely would've continued to do so, had she not revealed herself, presuming that she'd been there the entire time, since he'd been awake, at least. Her shape made up of the colour brown, just like one of the goddesses holding him, and a slightly paler cream than the four deities that were all over him. "Whah… Whatsh are you…?"

THRO-THROB! THROB! THROB!

"Gkkhk!..." Another spike of his headache, this one the worst yet, had the destroyer halting the question his intoxicated self was attempting to ask, as a hiss of severe irritation slid past his lips, as he gritted his teeth, and snapped one eye shut, while the other squinted.

"Oh, you poor thing. God of destruction or not, you were definitely too excessive with the nectar you consumed, the other day." Rhea remarked, as she looked down at her son, as well as the four goddesses that'd come to his bedchambers with him, not sounding worried or concerned in the least, though care could be detected from her, as a glow began to permeate her body. "I'll wager you're too out of sorts to be able to rid yourself of the inebriation that ails you. That is, if you've even realized your domain of destruction should be easily capable of taking away your current state, with how bad you are, right now."

It had not, and Beerus felt a small bit of embarrassment, that it hadn't crossed his mushy mind, at all. Though, to be fair, given his condition, he felt he could be cut some slack there.

Blinking, Beerus bore blurry witness to his mother raising herself up above his bed – definitely floating this time – and coming to a hovering position above him, that made their bodies almost parallel, as she reached down and gently caressed his cheek with her dainty hand. A pleasant sensation that he felt instantly, unlike the others, as he felt her aura pulse through him with a warmth similar to what Hestia produced.

"Here, my dear, little fledgling. This should help you feel better." She said, and Beerus unashamedly moaned into her touch, his eyes shutting in bliss, as he felt his groggy body ease, the intoxication that held it in its clutches receding just as rapidly as his pounding headache did. The feeling of both leaving him coming with a comforting and relaxing euphoria that was nigh-impossible to describe, other than the fact it felt comparable to what his twin could do. Maybe – shockingly, in this instance – even better than hers.

"Ohhh…! Yeah, that makes me feel better, alright…" He smiled in relief. His body feeling so much lighter than before, as though he were now as weightless as he'd been in his dream, as his muscles came fully back under his control, with renewed vigour, while his mind cleared.

"I can tell..." Rhea replied knowingly, as she saw his face. Her tone sounding strangely thankful for this effect occurring, but Beerus ignored that oddity, as he melted into her touch.

Whilst he did that, the Titaness glanced down, and watched his exposed 'middle leg', as it twitched vehemently in excitement, from beneath its facial obstruction, that was a goddess she was well acquainted with, which had her expression becoming more awkward. It was even livelier than it'd been before she'd done anything, appearing harder than any metal that existed, with pulsating veins aggressively riddling its shaft, which stood nearly twice as high as his father's had, and looking hungrier for stimulation than Kronos' ever had. And seemingly for her, too. "It would appear that your feelings for me haven't quite dissipated, yet, as well."

"Mmm… Why should they?" He asked, too caught up in the wonderful sensations she was blasting through him, ridding him of all the bad, to comprehend what she'd meant in the moment. Heck, even his current position was momentarily forgotten, in the sea of ease and comfort she'd plunged him into. "You've been wonderful… Still are… Especially right now…!" He complimented earnestly, wanting selfishly to feel even more of what she was giving him.

Due to his closed eyes, he never noticed the way Rhea blushed from his words, caught off-guard by such a strong response. "Well… that's…" She glanced away, as she pondered her words. "I don't know what to say to you, that I haven't already said before, but… I suppose, at the very least, it's better to be honest about one's feelings, than to lie…" She said, while gaining a look of concern, as she glanced back down at him, completely unaware of his misunderstanding.

"Couldn't agree more…" Beerus murmured back with a slight nod into her hand, less because he genuinely agreed with the sentiment, and more because doing so, in his mind, would have her more likely, even if just slightly, to agree to his coming proposal. "Speaking of that… Would you mind… keeping me company like this… for a while longer?" He had to supress the purr that nearly left him, the longer she kept up what she was doing with her divine aura, as he fully relaxed into a new, comforted state of laziness. One which, given the fact he could also now fully feel the back of his head resting against the softest of pillows, was highly likely to have him falling asleep all over again, in a few minutes at most. "I'll be sure to… make it worth your while… if you do."

M-Maybe he wasn't as drunk and confused as I thought, last night, when he did what he did, after all… Rhea thought to herself, as she swallowed a comically large lump in her throat, at what she saw as a bold invitation, on his part. One that didn't surprise her, given what he'd already said, but a moment ago, while sober, and the incident she recalled vividly from the other night, which she'd previously written off, perhaps foolishly, as a mistake. Not to mention, of course, his even more blunt 'request' of her to fuck him, back around a year ago, when he'd showed up before her, naked and aroused.

The latter he'd tried to play off after the fact, of course, as being a misunderstanding, due to her fainting and leaving him in an awkward and embarrassing position, which he thankfully hadn't taken advantage of to lay with her anyway, without her consent, like others would've, but he couldn't fool her. Not then, no matter how hard he'd tried, and he must've known he'd be unsuccessful here, as well, so instead, he was being open with her, about his desires.

"I-I'm fairly certain you have enough company, as is, that you won't – and shouldn't – need me around, Beerus. And even if you didn't, I'd still do, as I will now, and respectfully decline that invitation, just as I have before." The Titaness responded as calmly as she could, before gently pulling her hand away from the destroyer's face, while dissipating her aura, when she felt all the negative side-effects from his excessive drinking fully recede. An act that got a grumble – bordering on a whine – of disapproval and disappointment from the purple-haired deity no longer benefitting in excess from her touch, even if what'd physically and mentally troubled him had been taken care of. "And like before, I do hope you'll understand, and know that I still love you, even if not in the way you'd prefer me to."

"Erghh!... What in the world are… you…" Beerus' initial response of partially annoyed bewilderment, both at her stopping what she'd been doing, and at what she'd just said, came to a screeching halt, when his eyes finally snapped open again, his vision now perfectly clear, and as sharp as it could be.

Above him was the sight of his floating mother, as expected, but with a detail he hadn't quite processed in his drunken haze before, and which he didn't expect to witness.

She was unclothed, as naked as the cloudless day was bright, exposing the richness of her divinely-shaped body to him in all its glory. Her pale, glossy skin seeming to have a soft, almost moonlight glow to it, that highlighted more than most other goddesses, how free from imperfections it was. All as her hair, sporting the same shade as the most vibrant of chestnuts, not held in by a turret crown and no longer in a bun, cascaded down her shoulders and back, floating in numerous strands behind her, seemingly by the sweet whispers of the air alone.

Her round, snow-white breasts that were as big as Demeter's softly jiggled before his eyes. A brief demonstration of their soft, but perky nature given freely, as her lithe arm swiftly pulled back and around them, as though she were in a panic. The motion making her lively, pink buds which capped their centres like smooth and tender mountain-peaks, shift from side-to-side, before they were covered up. And as they were, an instinctive glance further down followed, revealing her wide hips acting as a perfect frame for her slim waist and belly, before leading down to her willowy legs and the meatier, sublime thighs she bolstered. The lips that sat betwixt them being covered up just as fast as her boobs had been, by the Titaness' other hand, which softly cupped it so as to maintain as much modesty as she could.

Beerus twitched uncomfortably, as he felt his member pulsate stronger at the sight, raring to go. A sensation which was only made worse by some other goddess' face being pressed against it, let alone the other three goddesses, one laying out and squashing their super-soft tits on his front, while the other two held his arms tight into their delightfully pillowy bosoms. All of which he became aware of, yet again, as her words about his 'company' sunk in proper, and had his eyes hopping swiftly between the four unconscious, nude goddesses that surrounded him more closely, in surprise.

The shapes from before were now as distinctive as they could get, and as attractive a sight as any male could imagine.

Hera was hugging his arm on his left, while Demeter did the same for his right, with their red-cheeked faces using his broad, muscly shoulders as their personal pillows. The wetness he'd felt before on the lower part of his hugged arms being that of their virgin folds, which were aroused and spilling some of their honeyed juices over his skin, as the bodacious beauties legs, as he'd realized before, coiled around his limbs as much as their arms did.

Laying face-down with said face of hers pressing down on and spilling drool over his angrily-aroused armament while clinging to his legs, was Bia, looking like she'd been getting ready to be quite 'intimate' with his sausage, before losing consciousness. Her attractive features just as flushed with a pinkish-red hue, as his younger sisters were, as her breaths tickled the hide of his partially spit-coated meat, now that his body was completely aware and his senses functioning properly enough to notice.

And then, the most stunning one of the four. One which actually had Beerus' eyes shooting wider than the bowls he'd devoured his food from, whilst his jaw dropped in complete, comical disbelief. For laid out directly on top of him, with her legs curled and pinning into his hips, while her big boobs pancaked wonderfully over his pecs, was Hestia! The goddess' cute, red-cheeked face, sat the closest to his own, looking peaceful in her drunken sleep, and with his intoxication gone, he could now feel her hot breath washing over his neck, as she lightly inhaled and exhaled.

"Just in case you've forgotten, my son, I'll remind you again." Rhea started, snapping his attention to her, yet again, as she gazed down at him with an expression of dismay of all things, akin to someone who was let down by the actions – or lack thereof – of someone they were close to. "Despite how it may seem, much to my chagrin, you have not made love to any of your sisters, or even Styx' progeny, for that matter, whom have all joined you in your bedchambers. You were all rendered unconscious from all that nectar you consumed, shortly after making your way here."

"How do you know that…?" Beerus couldn't help but question with narrowed eyes, as he was able to mostly calm himself down from his shock, both at who had joined him in bed so closely, while they were all naked, as well as the sight of his nude mother. Something that he partially owed to the lingering effects of Rhea's magic. "Moreover, now that I think about it…" He continued, now that his mind was processing things as it should, and not hampered by a severely drunken haze, as he looked at her incredulously. "When did you get here? And why are you naked like us?"

Left unasked but implied, as well, was the question of why he and the four on-top of him were naked, too. As, if sexual intercourse was off the table – which he was actually thankful for, as he'd much prefer to actually remember something like that, if it did, especially given who could've been involved – than what exactly was going on here?

"A-Ah… So, you don't remember my coming or what happened after, then…" His mother of this world muttered to herself, not answering his question in the slightest, and only confusing him further. Especially when he saw her let out a breath of relief, before making a remark to herself, in a voice so low, it could barely be considered a whisper, but was caught clearly by his ears anyway. "That means it's possible that what happened the other night between us was as I first thought, after all…"

What happened the other night between them…? The hell was she talking about!?

That last question, gone unsaid, went unanswered, for the moment. However, Beerus' other questions wouldn't take long to begin getting answered, though the source wouldn't come just from Rhea, in this instance.

"She knows because she arrived to our celebration, as it raged on, to answer your second question, and saw you as you left toward your bedchambers, with your sisters and my daughter in tow, and then felt, just as I did, when you and them lost consciousness shortly after reaching here. Much too shortly to have engaged in any activity." Another feminine voice called out matter-of-factly, one that Beerus and Rhea immediately recognized, as both turned their sights past the foot of Beerus' bed, a taller order for the destroyer, given who was blocking a good deal of his vision, and saw the curvy form of Styx striding forward.

The Titaness then came to a stop just half-a-metre away from the end of the bed, with a hand curled and propped on her wide hip, as her gaze briefly met Rhea's with polite acknowledgement, before shifting to meet his, with a calm, but amused air. The latter part especially showing on her features, through a small grin, as she saw the stunned way Beerus glared at her, bug-eyed and frozen in place, momentarily, at the sight of her, while his member's twitching became slightly more prominent.

The reason was simple. She too, like Rhea, himself, his sisters and her daughter, for a as of yet unexplained reason, was stark naked. Her firm, but remarkably perky-looking C-cup mounds, capped with her pale-pink nipples and areolae, being the first thing that Beerus' eyes got a gander at, beyond her beautiful, regal face, before they quickly trailed down her slim, hourglass figure. Her narrow waist, broad hips and flat belly meeting his eyes next, before his vision of her cut off around her pelvis, giving him a view of the upper-portion of her smooth-skinned thighs that looked a tad less meaty than Rhea's, with her slender, pink netherlips in-between. The goddess making no attempt, unlike Rhea, to cover up any part of her.

"Undoubtedly, you were much too drunk, at that time when she arrived, to remember her coming. I was a little inebriated myself, but I had the wisdom to know when to stop, unlike many others, including yourself, Beerus." Styx continued, seeming unbothered by the view she was giving him of her bare body, as her gaze met his, with a wry look. "Perhaps it is for the best you cannot remember her arrival, though, given the way you were acting, at that point. When enough nectar was consumed, your behaviour started to become rather bizarre."

"Bizarre? In what way?" Beerus asked, keeping control over his body's arousal, while getting a sinking feeling, as he heard what she said, but found his curiosity getting the better of him. All as his memories of the other day, which through his domain of time, he now knew ended for him close to midnight, stopped being decipherable after a certain point. "And why are you naked, when approaching me, as well?" He also couldn't help but question, now even more incredulous than before, though admittedly, he wasn't complaining.

"Well, it's not to offer myself to you, if that's what you're thinking. You've got more than enough on your plate, as is, without adding me onto the pile." She teased back with a hint of humour, noting the way his horny eyes, whether consciously or subconsciously, were exploring her every curve, that was visible to him, with lustful intent. "And the same could be said for your mother, too, given I can tell you must've been eying her with desire just as much, with how she's covering herself up, right now." She added, while glancing up at the blushing matriarch of the Olympians. "Perhaps it'd be best for you to take your leave now, Rhea, for with the way he has looked at us both, I'm not sure if he'll be able to control himself around you or I, for much longer."

"Oh, don't you start…" Beerus grumbled in irritation. Not just because of the teasing, but also because a sizeable part of him, with his arousal being sky-high and without anything to counter-balance it, or make it easy to ignore, like the food and drink from earlier had, was indeed, urging him on to cut loose. To let go of his self-control and satiate himself on whomever was available to him.

That, of course, included Styx and Rhea, the former of whom, his treacherous eyes were focused on, initially, ogling her nude form without shame, before Rhea turned and floated down from above him, to stand next to Styx at the foot of his bed, who stood just as tall as her. A motion that had his gaze, under heavy influence from his arousal, shifting to her, and giving him a fine view of the back of her luscious legs, as well as her plump ass, until she touched down and turned to her side, with a noticeable wobble from her barely covered breasts.

The urge he felt for the latter, as this occurred, had his discomfort from before, upon first seeing her nude, rising back up. For while there was no DNA connecting either of them, which was something that'd mentally made him more and more okay with what was going on with, and what he felt for his sisters, when it'd fully sunk in, that didn't change the fact that Rhea had been the one to birth him in the first place. A fact that made her, as far as his 'big head' was concerned, a special case, even with the DNA thing in mind, that feeling enticed by her figure was wrong. Not that that stopped his 'little head' from responding to her, though, or the instincts of his body from this world desiring her, in his hyper-aroused state, just like the others.

Speaking of which, he couldn't help but think back to what the elder Titaness had said, a moment ago, about an incident that apparently occurred between them last night, which he couldn't recall. Judging from the way she'd spoken of it, though, it'd no doubt been something he shouldn't have, which got him worried.

She'd mentioned he hadn't had any sexual activity with the four in bed with him, but had mentioned nothing about if he'd potentially done the deed with anyone else, while totally inebriated, including her.

Was it possible that, in his drunken haze, while also horny as hell, like he was now, and while no longer in his right state of mind, that he'd… Oh shit…

"Don't start, he says." He heard Styx snort at him, in a more playful manner. "With how you got the other night, it's nothing short of a wonder that you didn't end up forcing yourself on someone, with that cock of yours, and engaging in coitus with them right in front of everyone in the central hall, who was still present and conscious, drunk or not."

Oh, thank Zeno…! The destroyer thought, as he relaxed. The eldest Oceanid had no idea how much her teasing words right there, with what she'd just revealed, was a genuine relief to him, to hear.

While that still left a question mark on what exactly had occurred between him and his mother of this world, last night, at the very least, he hadn't had sex with her, effectively relinquishing his first time in this reality, to the one who'd birthed him, in the first place.

Even still, though, from the way Styx had phrased it, it was possible he might've come close to doing so. And even if it turned out he hadn't, that thought, along with his prior ones, made him consider doing what he'd thought of doing, at one point, during his celebration, but had ultimately gone against, which was to destroy his arousal. A solution which, yes, came with its own consequences, but would be effective, in his current predicament, nonetheless, for better keeping his body in check.

"In all seriousness, though…" Styx wrenched him from his thoughts, as she spoke up again, focusing his attention on her, as her expression turned a little more serious. "To answer both of your questions, as well as answer your final question to Rhea, from before, you're witnessing the outcome of one of the actions you've taken, during your drunken foray, at present moment." She revealed, as she motioned to her lack of dress, signifying not only her own, but everyone else's in the room, too.

"Wait… I'm the one responsible for you two being as naked as them and me!?" The destroyer balked, voice rising louder in shock, causing the four drunken goddesses laying all over his body to groan, as they were all very nearly woken up.

"Not just yourself, them and us, I'm afraid. Everyone who attended the celebration, at the very least, was also put in the same position by you, too." Rhea spoke up this time, dropping a metaphorical bomb on top of the god of destruction, which instantly blew up and had his jaw going unhinged, as he saw her motion behind herself, with her free hand. "If you don't believe me, you can feel free to remove yourself from your sisters' and Styx' daughter's grasp, and come outside to view the sea of naked gods and goddesses you left behind, last night, as I tell you what happened."

"Or better yet, in case you don't feel like moving," Styx smirked, eyes dipping for an instant to her daughter, whose drooling face sat down on the destroyer's twitching rod. "make use of your senses to detect what you did, first. Seeing as it's your own magic which afflicts us all, it should be quite easy for you."

Beerus' senses searched hard, they really did, for any hint of deceit on either's part, partially hoping that they were just messing with him, as both had before, but found nothing of the sort, on either. What he did find, however, and what made him visibly cringe a bit, was his domain of destruction's influence wrapped around himself, in a way it hadn't been before, as well as all the goddesses around him, and with a further stretch of his senses, to everyone present on Olympus, too.

He could tell right away that said influence didn't stop there, though. It went way beyond that. In fact, via tapping into his domain proper, he instantly got the feeling of his power's affect being spread out endlessly. Something that quickly tipped him off that, most likely, he'd struck everyone in the entire Universe with his destructive touch.

"Ugh…" Rolling his head back with a groan of his own, one of embarrassment, Beerus felt some annoyance at himself creep through, as his gaze swapped its glare between the two Titanesses and the four goddesses embracing him. Both sights his cock continued to ache at, and his instincts kept compelling him to take advantage of. "Do I even want to know what compelled me to slap a curse like this on myself, and everyone else?" He asked pointedly, well aware of the exact terminology of what he'd done, yet again, thanks to the Ophiotaurus' information dump, as well as what his power had done to himself and his fellow deities.

Destroying everyone's clothes was one thing, but actively ridding them and himself of not only the ability to cover themselves up with anything, minus a part of their own body, without it instantly disintegrating into nothingness, but also of the ability to shapeshift and teleport, too? What in the world had his drunk ass been thinking, when he did all that!?

"It is up to you, Beerus." Styx shrugged, while propping the back of her free hand atop her hip, just like its twin. "Outside of myself and Rhea, the only ones that I believe had enough awareness, at the time, to be able to recall what happened, is your brother Hades, Prometheus, Themis, and perhaps Theia. The rest were either too drunk to remember, if they did witness it, had already fallen unconscious, or had left the central hall, by that point, either for one of the other rooms, the courtyard, or had gone off Olympus entirely." She explained. "In other words, the incident itself that led to your curse is unlikely to spread, though it'll probably get mentioned to you, at some point, by one of the others who may remember, if not by me or your mother, in the future, anyway."

Not that that would stop the rumours, though, if his power had indeed spread out beyond Olympus, as she believed it may've. There was bound to be plenty of talk from all over the cosmos, if that was the case, about why Beerus, and they all knew it'd be him, based off the feel alone, had thrown out a wide-spread curse like this. Certain explanations, when a true answer wasn't forthcoming, would probably even end up being wilder than what'd actually happened, given the imaginations of certain deities.

The purple-haired deity sighed. His curiosity, once again, getting the better of him, as he addressed the younger of the two Titanesses, without looking at either of them. A task far more difficult for him, right now, than he'd ever openly admit. "Alright... Guess there's no point then, in me refusing to hear it. Before that, though…"

Beerus' eyes glowed a mix of purple and gold, as did the outline of his body, as his power pulsed and responded to his will, and before long, a sensation passed through himself, as well as the two Titanesses, and indeed, everyone else, whether conscious or not, all around him. Their own forms glowing with his aura, for a brief instant, as what almost felt like chains, which had been unceremoniously wrapped around them, were shattered, thus freeing them from constraint. A sensation which brought a pleased look to Styx' face, and a mixture of a relieved and grateful one, from his mother of this world, while causing the four goddesses to groan again, as each of them stirred.

"There. The curse is gone." He said, as the glow around all of them dissipated. Though that wasn't all that he'd done, unbeknownst to those around him, as his expression became strained, but in a different way from before.

He'd also, for the sake of his own sanity, cut his losses and chosen to bite the bullet, doing what he'd rejected doing yesterday, due to how he'd known it would've ruined his good mood completely, and that was destroying his arousal. Not permanently, of course, as to do that, he'd have to destroy the concept, thus stopping anyone from ever getting aroused again, not just himself. It'd be back, likely in no time at all, and probably worse than ever, but for now, it was gone.

In its place, created by its destruction, as a consequence, when it had reached such a high peak, was an immediate sensation of unpleasant numbness, along with an uncomfortably strong desire to withdraw from any sort of stimuli around him, as though it were toxic for him, which felt awful. Doubly so, given the six naked goddesses around him, four of which were, again, pressed against him with their softer bodies, acting as two different forms of potent stimulation.

That wasn't all though, as his cock remained fully erect, still filled with its own instinctual desire, even now, just without his arousal to back it up, which only made it even more uncomfortable for him, in his temporary state, what with Bia's face pushing down and drooling on it. He actively had to resist the new impulse to send her flying off his body and through the palace, as well as his sisters, with his destructive aura, because of what he'd just decided to do.

He ignored those last impulses, of course, as that would only harm them, along with having their injuries from such take much longer to heal. Something he wasn't keen on doing to any of them, especially Hestia, while they were all sleeping, which he also didn't want to disturb them out of, as he knew from personal experience, that few things were worse than having your slumber interrupted. Such new and temporary feelings were enough to make him instantly regret what he'd just done, but he'd still deal with it over the alternative, which would've been him eventually losing his mind over his arousal and very likely forcefully taking any of the goddesses in this room. Consent be damned.

He may've been the type who took what he wanted, when he wanted it – provided that he could – but the one exception to that, which had him pumping the brakes, was when it involved ladies that he found attractive. For those occasions, rare as they'd been, before he got here, he'd always more so put forth effort to impress them, so that they'd willingly give themselves to him, with both being on-board. Something his mother in his old life, before he'd ever been approached to be the god of destruction, had managed to instil into him, for better or for worse.

For that reason, even to someone like him, who'd blown up planets and eradicated entire species for even the most minor of infractions against his person, let alone something more egregious to him, like serving bad-tasting food, something like rape was not an action he liked. Not in the least. And that's what he would've most likely ended up doing, if he'd soon lost himself to his carnal urges, and wasn't able to control himself. He'd have forced himself on either the unwilling, or on those who weren't even aware of what was going on, which left a sour taste in his mouth.

Could he have destroyed the sleep afflicting, say, Demeter or Bia, who while conscious, and based off prior interactions, would've been more than fine engaging in fornication with him right now, just for the pleasure? Yes. And he could've gotten such urges out of his system more naturally, had he gone that route. The issue was, the idea of purposely tearing either of the goddesses he found cute – Demeter more so than Bia – from the sweet blessing that was sleep, was something he found to be sacrilege, so that was off the table.

He didn't even consider Hera or Hestia for that, even if it was, though, as the former wanted marriage, if she was to engage in that, and he had no intention of getting married, at the moment, no matter how attractive he found her, right now. And as for the latter…

Beerus' gaze briefly shifted down to the face of the goddess who'd been born moments before him, his mind conjuring up the last memory of the other day, which he could recall with a semblance of clarity. The moment when she'd asked him if the celebration was everything he'd hoped it would be, if he remembered right, and he'd sloppily responded by kissing her on the forehead before proclaiming that it was now, only for her to respond with a kiss of her own. A much more conservative one, when compared to the ones Hera and Demeter had given, in their drunken states, upon his lips, before correcting him, and saying that now it was.

Knowing her, that was most likely just a kind gesture to him, to show her appreciation of what they – and he, specifically – had accomplished, but he wasn't sure. With his intoxication, at the time, severely clouding his judgment, it was hard to say if it'd simply just been a wholesome act, on her part, or if there'd been something more behind it.

Perhaps when next she woke, of her own accord, and was sober, he'd find the time to privately ask her if she remembered that sequence, and what the intent was, if she did.

"You have my thanks, for removing that." Styx soon said in gratitude, pulling him from his reverie and bringing his attention back to her and his mother of this world as, with curse lifted, and a smile on the Oceanid's face, she and Rhea wasted no time conjuring their individual tunics to cover themselves up. The former additionally conjuring a cloak for herself, that was the same colour as her old one. This action from both being something the aroused part of the destroyer, were it active still, would've found gravelly disappointing, as well as outraging.

"And mine as well." Rhea nodded at him, with her own, more relieved smile of gratitude. "I won't lie to you, and I'm sorry for doing so, my son, but I almost thought you'd make us wait a while yet, before ridding us of the curse, to be honest, with how you were ogling us. I was even beginning to have concerns, unwarranted as they clearly were, that you were going to pounce on us, if we remained as we were, for much longer…" She continued apologetically.

"I thought the same, for a moment there." The eldest Oceanid agreed, nodding in the older Titaness' direction, before she fixed him with another teasing look. "That stare of yours is quite intense, I must say. Not even my former consort, Pallas, when we were still on good terms, ever glared at my uncovered person with that strong a desire. It was like you were trying to force yourself on us, with your eyes alone."

Probably because I was. Beerus thought, controlling the grimace that threatened to surface, as his face twitched in discomfort. Both at the thought, and at his current predicament, due to the feelings created from his arousal's destruction.

He had a way of helping to deal with that problem, though, and getting himself back into a much better mood, minus his hyper-aroused state. And that was in the form of his mother, provided she was willing to blast him with that aura of hers again, to put him at ease. It had worked on his headache and drunkenness, after all, so it should work on the negative feelings he was having right now, too, even if it hadn't, for whatever reason, been effective on his arousal.

"You know, though, Beerus, before we get to discussing what occurred during your drunken haze, the other day, I have a proposition for you. One that I'm sure will be of great benefit to you." Styx suddenly said with enthusiasm, before he could make his request of his mother, as a new kind of grin formed over her features.

"A proposition of great benefit, huh?" Beerus raised an inquisitive brow, as did Rhea too, at the Oceanid's words.

"Yes. Very much so, I believe." She nodded, grin broadening, as she came forward. Her knee pressing down on the bed, as she leaned forward and gently laid her hand on her daughter's back.

"How about this. Seeing as we have plenty of time, if you really need to satiate that desire of yours, while I may not be in the mood to help you do so, I do believe that my dearest daughter, Bia, would be more than happy to assist you in doing so, judging from how she's been treating you, since your defeat of your father. All you need do, first, is wake and rid her of any side-effects, from drinking so heavily, and I'm sure you can both show each other a good time." The mother of four couldn't help but offer, eyes glinting, as she attempted to aid her daughter's pursuit, while motioning to her, and giving her back a tender rub.

The lesser goddess of force responded to this almost instinctually, in her drunken sleep, with what sounded like a purr, as her drooling maw smiled happily.

"She's a virgin as well." Her mother went on, as this occurred. "Just like you are, at least to my knowledge, so it should also be a bit of an honour for both of you, being able to take the other's first, while relieving yourselves of any pent-up tension from the other day."

"Haah…?" Beerus made a sound of incredulity, with his jaw falling down again, as he stared in disbelief at the eldest Oceanid, for what she'd just brazenly said. And he wasn't the only one, as Rhea joined him in staring at her in disbelief, with lips open and parted, as though she was lost for words, at her cohort's sudden shift.

"The room next to this one is also free, so you can move yourself and her to there, and close it up for some privacy, while leaving your sisters here to rest, and closing this room up too, in case any drunken god may stumble by and get any ideas." The Oceanid pressed on without missing a beat, not seeming to care about the way either he or his mother were looking at her, as she then partially glanced in the latter's direction. "I or Rhea can always wait until after you and my daughter have had some fun time together, before telling you of what you got up, in your drunken state." She then looked over to him expectantly. "What do you say? Good deal, right?"

"N-Now wait just a minute!" Rhea soon interceded, grabbing the Oceanid's and Beerus' attention, as she appeared to look indignant. "Styx, you can't be serious right now, just thrusting an offer like that on my dear son!"

He couldn't help but agree, though for different reasons than what was going on in her head, as he nodded and made to refuse on his own.

But then Rhea continued, pointing her finger in his and the unconscious goddesses' direction, with a look in her eyes of someone who sensed an opportunity, as her expression began to shift. "I'm sure your daughter would be lovely, but my son has known his sisters for longer, and is most assuredly closer to them then he is to Bia!"

What? The destroyer stared at her with near comedic incredulity, while Styx rose a brow.

"He and they have clearly grown even closer, since the days where they trained together on the Isle! Hera and Demeter, I know well, have had their eye on him for a long time. And while my eldest child, Hestia, was more difficult to read, I think her presence here, laid atop her brother with such comfort, clinging to him just as firmly as her younger sisters, like he's her beloved consort, demonstrates all that needs be said." She argued with even more passion, as a smile broke out on her face, similar to the one Styx had held. "My children also deserve their first time to be special, for such a time of passion to truly mean something, outside being the one to take the other's chastity."

"Oh? And pray tell, what is it that makes either of your daughters more 'special' for him, than mine?" Styx' eyes narrowed, as she leaned back with her knee still on the bed and folded her arms by her waist. Her tone sounding more intrigued, than anything else.

"Simple. Whereas all that would possibly exist between my son and your daughter is lust, between him and one of his sisters, I know their emotions would run deeper than that." She explained with as much confidence as she could, as she mounted her hands on her hips, while now bolstering the same smile that Styx had. "Whomever he chooses between his sisters for such an act, after everything they've all been through together, their bond will be made stronger from it. A bond of love, more than lust, which unlike with your daughter, who does not hold the kind of connection with him that his sisters do, could very well lead to him and whoever he picks between them, becoming something more than one-off lovers. I'd even be willing to wager that they have a decent chance of becoming husband and wife, who have eyes for no one else but each other!"

What!? Where in the world had she pulled that out of? She was literally talking out of her ass, right now, with a statement like that! And why did she put such hopeful emphasis on that last part, while glancing at him?

Wait, why was he asking that? He knew what the answer to that more than likely was. She probably still thought he had a thing for her, after that screwup he'd made, back over a year ago. And his ogling of her, while in such a strongly aroused state, along with potentially whatever the hell he'd done with her last night, had undoubtedly only reinforced that belief of hers. She'd most likely just said that nonsense, because she was under the impression his eyes were on her more than anyone else, and she'd prefer it, if his main – and exclusive, just to be sure – target of attraction became one of his sisters, instead.

Damn it all. If only that power of hers had made his arousal completely recede, just as it had his headache and drunkenness, while making him feel blissfully eased. If it had, it would've made this situation easier to deal with, from the start.

Regardless, he was in no mood to be dealing with these two's argument about who he should screw.

"Rhea, with all due respect, I think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself, there." Styx remarked dryly, with a light chuckle. "Beerus is-"

"Getting tired of this!"The purple-haired deity interjected in annoyance, stopping the argument before it could continue. Beerus then took both goddesses a bit by surprise, when their gazes fully returned to him. His body's outline first flashing gold, letting them know what was coming next, as he made a quick use of teleportation, which removed him from the grasp of the four unconscious goddesses.

And then, before any of them had the chance to flop fully unto the bed, without him to cuddle into, with remarkable speed afterward, combined with a surprising amount of gentleness, he managed to grab each of them and settle them down comfortably on their own spot, over his large bed. A pillow from the top of his bed being taken and placed beneath each of their heads, as he did this, along with conjuring each of the unconscious, gorgeous goddesses a soft, cosy-looking blanket to cover them up.

Once that was done, Beerus then flashed away again, before reappearing just behind the two Titanesses. His own previously naked body, rippling with muscle, becoming readorned by a copy of his own tunic, in front of both their eyes, as they turned to him. His hands coming to rest on both their shoulders, as they did.

"Those four all need their rest, more than anything, so we're leaving them here to get that." He said with finality, leaving no room for argument, as he ignored the protests of his phallus, which did not appreciate him removing himself from his prior position, nor covering up the goddesses, as he used his power to teleport the three of them right outside his room. The doorway to which, along with the room itself, was then immediately enchanted with magic by him, as his body glowed briefly, forming a barrier that would stop anyone from being able to see inside or enter without his permission.

It would, however, allow for the four inside to leave, once they woke up, and would also ensure that their hangovers were destroyed, the instant they did.

They could thank him later for that. None of them deserved to deal with a headache like the one he'd had, after all.

"Now then…" He went on, whilst having Rhea's and Styx's full attention. "Unless you two have anything else actually important to tell me, which doesn't relate to your apparent desire to see me involved with one of those four inside my room, then I suggest you get to letting me in on what happened the other day, especially why I decided to curse everyone with nakedness, if you don't mind?"

"Very well. If that's what you want, I suppose." Styx sighed, as she was quick to answer. The 2nd generation Titaness not bothering to hide her disappointment, at what he'd chosen to do. Something Rhea couldn't help but mirror, but wisely made no comment on, for now, as he clearly didn't want to hear it. "It'd probably be best, seeing as we're out here now, that we showed you the aftermath of last night, first, with the state the central hall was left in, before we explain. And just so you're aware, the tale you'll be told is not going to be a flattering one, for you."

"I guessed that much, already." He snorted, before turning to his mother, who while also disappointed at this turn of events, looked to be comfortable around him again, all the same, now that they were both clothed, and it didn't seem like he was ready to jump her bones at any second. "And while we're doing that, I'd appreciate it if you could use that power of yours on me again, mother. To help keep me at ease, of course."

She blinked. "Uh, sure. I don't have a problem with that."

Beerus grinned, looking forward to feeling that sensation she could bring, again. "Good. Make sure to hit me with your best. Just in case I need it."

Meanwhile… In another room…

"Hmm… It looks like your brother woke up and decided to correct what he did the other day, in placing that curse on us…"

This observant comment came from Metis, as she lay sideways with the side of her head upon Zeus' chest, with one arm slung around his muscular torso. The two of them nude, as they were laid out upon their king-sized bed, as the Oceanid, with her body glistening with sweat, sensed the power that'd enforced itself over her, since the night-time yesterday, be removed from her being.

"Indeed, he did..." Zeus acknowledged, having felt his brother's curse's removal, as well. "I know not what compelled him to thrust such a thing upon us, and from what I could feel, all on Olympus at least, but then, by the time you and I left for our room, he was incredibly inebriated. Maybe more so than anyone else there. At the point he was at, by the time we left, he was clearly beyond a right state of mind, evidenced by the fact he could barely string a proper sentence together, and the mess he helped turn the central hall into." The youngest Olympian then turned his gaze down to his beautiful consort, and grinned. "And I don't doubt I'd have been in a similar position of drunkenness to him, were it not for you keeping me tempered."

"True as all that may be, that doesn't excuse anything." She countered, while gazing up at him. Her lips set into a frown. "He should've had more self-control, and not allowed himself to drink so much of that altered nectar, to get to that point, in the first place. Even without good counsel, both Hades and Poseidon did much better at controlling themselves, than he did, on their own."

"Haha! Hades, I can agree with, but you and I both know the only reason Poseidon had more 'control' over what he drank, was because he was much more focused on those Nymphs that'd caught his eye. You know, the ones who ended up going with him to his bedchambers before you or I had left?"

"They're my younger sisters. Of course, I do. Though I still can't quite believe that happened…" She voiced in disbelief. "I didn't catch what he said to them, only that he came across as assertive, and then before I knew it, he was groping both, before he vanished with them."

"And then, when you and I retreated to our room, his and your sisters' 'activities' were so loud, you practically begged of me to control the wind, so that no sound could reach in or out of our room, before shutting the doorway."

"Hmph. 'Begged' is an exaggeration, Zeus." Metis' frown almost became a pout, which Zeus found cute on her, as she narrowed her eyes. "As I recall it, I merely requested of you to silence the sound, so I wouldn't have to hear the vulgarity that your brother was spouting, while he fucked my siblings. Something you pretended you didn't hear the first time, and asked me to repeat, because you found it amusing how much his loud mouth quickly began to irritate me!"

"I have no idea what you mean, my dear. I genuinely didn't hear what you asked of me the first time, as the loud noises that my brother and your sisters were making, had me even more distracted than you. Honest!" Zeus replied back with a tone that oozed a remarkable amount of innocence.

It was a fake kind, though. She saw through it right away, and he could tell she had, but that did nothing to hamper his mood. Instead, his grin broadened, as his hand sensually stroked her back, drawing an involuntary shiver from her.

"I definitely heard you the second time though, when my brother's curse suddenly took effect, and you and I were naked before we knew it. The way your voice squeaked at the end, out of shock at such a thing occurring unexpectantly, was quite the sight to behold. And the face you made, as you looked down at yourself… why, I simply couldn't help myself, anymore. Such a moment of vulnerability from you, which I'd not yet seen before, had me pouncing on you, before I even realized it."

"You're despicable." She remarked back with an almost flat look, but no genuine bite behind her words, as Zeus simply let out a hearty laugh. One that soon had her letting out a small sigh, before a light smile graced her features. "At least you had the sense, 'before you even realized' you were pouncing on me, to do as I asked. You're such a handful sometimes, I swear…"

"Ahaha! But you love me for it, don't you?" The newly-made sky god shot back, as his eyes flicked down to his D-cup breasts, which sandwiched over each other with her position. It didn't take long then, for his arm to shift around her, bringing the hand which'd been stroking her back, without shame, to her bosom, where it latched on to her modestly large, outer breast. The action causing the goddess to let out a sharp moan, as he greedily groped the slippery, lily-white flesh of her D-cup mound with his palm and fingers.

"Nghh!... I'm almost beginning to wish I'd not given you counsel on controlling your intake of the nectar, when it was altered, like it was, so that you wouldn't end up becoming drunk, like most of the others did." She lightly blushed, while making no attempt to stop his kneading of her funbag. "It's honestly incredible that you could fuck me from the early stages of night, all the way to day, without even a moment's respite, and yet you're still so excited." She stated, while glancing down at his bulky pillar of masculinity, which stood up rigidly above his pelvis an inch shy of a foot-and-a-half, seven inches more than what he used to have naturally, without any shapeshifting shenanigans. It, his pelvis, massive balls and a portion of his thighs being the only parts of him that were drenched, and it was entirely in her own pussy juices, from how many times he'd made her cum, during their latest session.

It was possibly the longest session they'd ever had, too, and she'd been the only one who'd been brought to their limits, having her huffing and puffing near the end, with a body near overloaded by sexual stimulation. It'd been completely one-sided from start to finish, with her consort maintaining absolute control over the entire affair, even when she'd been on top of him, for certain positions.

About the only reason it'd stopped, was because Zeus could tell she needed a break, and had given it to her. Meanwhile, he himself didn't appear to have broken a sweat, and looked like he could've gone for ten more rounds of that same ceaseless sex-session, if he wanted to.

She had to believe such endurance and his increased size betwixt his legs had been granted by the Ophiotaurus' wish, alongside his domains and other new abilities, as before that wish was applied to him, in their last sexual encounter, things had been a lot more even between them. She wouldn't say equal, but in all their sessions before, there was far more of an exchange, and it always concluded with both of them being virtually spent, before resting what little remained of the night away.

She'd joked in the past about him being insatiable, when it came to sexual matters, but right now, after his power-up, it seemed like that might partially be the case, now.

"It is hard not to be so 'excited', when I have you bare before me, like this. Doubly so, after all the fun we had throughout Nyx's time." The youngest Olympian smirked lustfully, as he looked down at her, and continued to mould her melon into several different shapes with his hand. "The kind of fun that I'd love to go back to, right now."

"Ohhh… I'm sure you would…" She breathed a little more sharply, as he trapped her rock-hard nipple between two fingers, while reshaping her breast, and began pinching and twerking it at the same time. "H-However… There are two matters I'd like to discuss with you, right now. One which you know, as we spoke of it prior to the celebration beginning, and one that I began to feel the process of during it, and which I'd intended to bring up with you yesterday, after our time at the celebration. That is, of course, before your brother's curse took effect, and you took advantage of my moment of weakness to pleasure yourself, instead…"

"You say that as if you couldn't have simply told me to stop at any point during fornication, which I would've, if you were serious, and discussed it with me then." He grinned back knowingly, while not stopping his pawing of her tit. "If memory serves me right, you might've tried, at the start, when I came down on you, over the bed. However, as soon as I began making love to you in earnest, instead of trying to halt me or move out of reach, as you could've done through altering your form or materializing elsewhere in the room, as I made no move to block the use of such abilities, you remained in my grasp. Your voice soon being used for naught, other than screaming my name and begging for more, as you were caught up in the moment of passion, just as much as I…"

Metis blushed a little harder, being called out like that, as she glowered at her consort, but couldn't deny what he'd said was true. She, indeed, had gotten too caught up in the moment herself, once he'd started going at her, like he had. The bastard. "Be that as it may, with no distractions to hamper us, provided you don't turn me into one, again, I'd appreciate it if you could hold back for a moment, so we can discuss them?"

Zeus sighed, as his handling of her chesticle ceased, and his hand pulled away, before coming to rest down over her sweat-shined belly. "Alright then. You may proceed."

Giving him a thankful nod for showing self-control, Metis did as she was told. Her expression losing the glower, in place of a more focused and serious one. "To begin with the one we spoke of before, as I asked you to do, have you put any further thought into how you'll approach your brother, when it comes to the position of our world's ruler, should he choose to do as most expect, and take on the mantle?"

"I have." He nodded, his expression relaxed, but serious now. "And to be honest, I think the best that I can do, in that situation, if I cannot convince him otherwise, is to simply allow him to take it, for the time being."

"Good." She nodded back, with a pleased gaze. "I'm glad to hear that you've not thought to do anything stupid, like betray his trust and catch him off-guard, so that you can remove him by force, before he becomes alert. Because even assuming you could pull that off, it'd only cause major tension, at best, between you and everyone else, who has immense respect for Beerus, at present moment, when – not if – you're found out. And that's to say nothing of how enraged your eldest brother would probably be with you, when he recovers from whatever you may've done."

"You think too little of me, if you think I'd honestly consider doing that to him, in the first place. I may want to be king, but I do not wish to destroy my relationships with my siblings, especially him, in the process of gaining it. And even if I held no care for those, and were as ruthless as I may need to be, should I become chief of the gods, I'm smart enough to recognize a fool's errand, when I see it. And trying to usurp his ascension through such underhanded means, even if I had the heart to go through with it, holds far too many negative consequences, right now, to even be viable from a purely pragmatic viewpoint."

He wasn't dumb enough to think, after all, that even if he were discrete with getting his brother out of the picture, under such a hypothetical, that he'd never be discovered, no matter how clever the plan may be. Because even if he managed to convince everyone else that he had nothing to do with what happened to him, and also to allow him to take on the mantle left behind by their erased father, in Beerus' stead, with how Beerus' power was against any outside force, it was rather foolish to assume it would have much hold on him for long, before he broke free.

Assuming his will would be weak enough, while asleep, that he could overpower it without waking him, and shift his shape into stone or some other material to act as a prison, he could still be sensed, as his spirit was still there, even if contained in an unconscious state. And also assuming that Beerus couldn't break out of it himself, which Zeus held the personal belief that he would, indeed, be able to, unlike most in that situation, then he would be discovered, eventually, by someone, and it wouldn't be long then before everything unravelled.

And sure, he'd been greatly affected by the nectar, and been made severely drunk by it, but that had taken an abundance of said drink, before it'd started to seriously affect him, like it had. He may not recall it himself, with how bad he'd been at the end, but Zeus had seen him drink far more than anyone else, before getting equally as wasted. And based off observation, while he was still sober, he seemed to recognize the new contents of it, when he'd first drunk it. Zeus assumed that had to do with one of his domains, which the wish granted him, because otherwise, such recognition, given that was the first time he'd seen him eat or drink anything, wouldn't make any sense.

Regardless, the fact that he appeared to have recognized what'd been put in it, didn't make it much of a leap to assume he could've been aware of the effect it'd eventually have on him, which meant that he'd allowed such an effect to occur to him, whether consciously or subconsciously. Because he'd been enjoying himself, and the feeling it brought, had only made him enjoy it more, in the moment. Thus, trying to put an effect on him through drink or food, whatever it may be, to debilitate him and take him out of the equation, was not likely to work, even from the start, based off current information, even if he was willing to resort to it.

"As I said to you before, though, I do believe that he can be convinced to hand it over to me, willingly." Zeus continued. "I have seen how he reacts before, each time the subject has been brought up of him becoming king. Every time I've seen him, when it was brought up, I always saw that same hesitance on him, which everyone else seems to either be blind to, or wilfully ignore. I know not why he has it, nor will I even attempt to assume his reasons for it, as I cannot read his mind, but I do know for certain, that the idea of being king is something he is unsure about."

Meanwhile, he held no such uncertainty on wanting to be king. Something he'd desired to be, since before he and Metis had gone out to rescue his siblings, only for Beerus to end up doing that himself.

If he could, he intended to find out why his brother was uncertain about becoming the ruler of the Universe, and use such information to his advantage, to help convince his eldest brother to allow him to take the mantle as king, instead of Beerus. And should he succeed in doing so, he'd be sure to promise and grant him all the honours he was due, for all that he had done. Anything less, on his end, would be abhorrent, given all of his eldest brother's contributions.

"I shall trust your word on that, Zeus. Just so long as you're prepared to handle rejection appropriately, if things do not go the way you hope, then I have no need to worry. You have my full support, either way." The Oceanid smiled, and he smiled back, hearing of her absolute loyalty to him.

"That is good to hear. I really am lucky to have you as my consort."

"Truer words have scarcely been spoken by you." She quipped back with some humour, accepting the honest compliment with loving eyes, as she leaned up to kiss him. Their lips meeting passionately, as both closed their eyes and briefly lost themselves in the warmth of the other, especially Zeus, as she immediately deepened the kiss as much as she could, without getting their tongues involved. Something which ignited the fire of lust still burning in the silver-haired deity, from the previous act of coitus, which had only ceased less than an hour ago, right back to the blazing inferno it'd been before their break.

Once their mouths separated, Metis almost yelped, as Zeus then rolled them over. Her breasts jostling and jiggling for his eyes' delight, as she was soon put fully on her back, while he was above her. The wind pulling her legs in either direction, before having them circle around his waist, just above his hips, as his hands planted down on either side of her head, just above her own, squishing into the pillows, and his broad cockhead came to rest against her slick, saturated netherlips once more.

"It would seem your patience is still something that needs to be worked on. That, and your control over your desire of the flesh." She giggled, her un-bound hair splaying out behind her, as she admittedly enjoyed his more aggressive side, even if she couldn't keep up with it anymore, based off their previous session. "Your restraint was never good before, but it seems to be worse now, than ever. At this point, I fear for the other goddesses, should something ever happen, which causes our current relationship to conclude, as there's no question how much of a menace you could be, with this appetite you have."

"Come now, there's no need to be like that. You can't expect to kiss me with such passion, while we're in the privacy of our own bedroom, and not have me react like this, Metis. Restraint can only go so far, when it's just you and me, like this." He quipped back, with sexual desire rolling off him in waves so apparent, the Oceanid was genuinely left amazed by his newly attained vigour. "If it makes you feel better though, I'll allow you to speak of whatever else it is you had on your mind, besides how I intend to handle the situation with my brother, before we begin anew, with our union. Just be sure to be quick about it."

"By my parents' grace…" Metis sighed again, though her smile remained, as she felt her own arousal bubble back up, seeing the look in his eyes, and the heat emanating off his frame. "'Just be sure to be quick about it'? It astounds me, just how selfish you can be, sometimes, I swear." She shook her head in amusement, well used to this side of him, by now. "Here's to hoping you won't be so bad with our first-born, when he or she soon arrives, in time to come, and must henceforth learn from us both."

"Heh. That's… Wait…" Zeus paused, even his libido halting temporarily, as what his consort just said sunk into his mind. And when it did, his eyes began to widen, almost comically so, in surprise. "What did you just say, my love…?"

"Ah. I thought you might react like this, at first, seeing as the signs haven't started to show yet, on account of the fact that I'm not like your mother, and don't hold fertility as a primary or even secondary domain." The Titan goddess of good counsel, cunning, planning and wisdom giggled to herself, seeing her consort's expression of shock at what she'd just told him, as she brought a hand – followed closely by Zeus' stunned gaze – to her belly, which she started to rub with a certain fondness.

"By the heavens itself… Is it really so…?" He asked, barely above a whisper.

"It is, my mighty thunderer." She smiled beatifically, granting him a new nickname, on account of the sound of thunder that'd beckoned in their room, when he'd thrown himself on her, and engaged with her in his most passion-filled form of coitus yet. "Though it is early yet, I'm with child now. You and I are going to be parents, soon. Isn't that great?"

Zeus didn't know what to say to his consort, but what he did know, was that in that moment, outside the shock, a joy divorced from the feelings of arousal made itself present, within his heart. For he now knew, with certainty, that his first child was on the way, and that he would be a father soon, which was most exciting.

However, for some reason, which he could not ascertain as to why, a sensation of anxiousness arose within him. One that, even more oddly, was not so easily dismissed.

Meanwhile… Well beneath the earth…

Gaea's eyes snapped open, upon her humanoid form, leaving the realm of sleep which she'd briefly visited, before she would appear before Beerus.

Such a visit had not been without surprise, on this occasion, though.

A prophetic vision had been had, of the future. One she had not expected, but which her divine mind had conjured for her, leaving her quite surprised, and now with another reason to appear on the surface, after her business with Beerus was settled, with hopefully her children's lives spared, and the god being brought before their son.

A message would have to be delivered, in the coming days. One that carried with it great weight, and which arose a feeling of unease within her.

For in time to come, a son would be born from the union of Beerus' youngest brother Zeus, and his lover Metis, daughter of her children, Oceanus and Tethys. One who would grow into a mighty god with a heart overmastering, and who would not only surpass his father in every way, but one day, would rival even Beerus himself, at his greatest, and after victory in battle, find himself as crowned king of the gods, ruling above all others.

AND CUT!

Well, that's the end of this one. Shorter than originally intended, as plenty of stuff has been moved over to the next chapter, instead, which as I said, is likely to be the longest yet.

Despite the alterations that had to be made, due to IRL, and this being made as late as it is, I'd say it didn't turn out too bad, even if I'd preferred to be able to have more in it, but that 'more' will come in the next chapter, so it is, what it is.

After this experience though, at least for this story, I've come to the decision that it's about time I stop giving dates, altogether. One upon a time, I used to be able to nail them, but nowadays, it's clearer than ever, that I have no such luck. I'm just dreadful at keeping to them, for various reasons.

All I can tell you, is that I'll do my best to bring you the next chapter, and all that come after it, as soon as I possibly can. And for the next one, that hopefully means next month.

In any case, hope you all got some enjoyment out of this chapter, and I'll see you all in the next one!