This is a notice going out to all those who read my stories. In light of my return to college and increased workload, I've made a decision regarding how I'll be handling my fics going forward.
To be blunt, from now on, a select number of my stories will be getting most of my attention in getting updated, as they are the ones I currently have the most interest in writing. Please be aware though, this doesn't mean the others I'm not about to list down below will be abandoned or never updated again. That is NOT the case, I just don't have much motivation to write them at the moment, as much as I try to. They will still hopefully see irregular updates in the future though, and if some of you are displeased that your favourite story of mine isn't on the list, don't worry either. In the future, I may get much more of a drive to write them than I have now, and in that case, it will most likely replace one of the stories on the list below. This message will also be displayed on my profile, and if this should happen, I will update my page with the change, so if you want to keep up with such an event happening, feel free to check my page from time to time.
I will be updating my page soon enough to jot down the dates I'm hoping to release updates on for the most focused on stories. These dates are not set in stone though and are merely a reminder for me to get going on them. They may update earlier than the date I put down, or a few days later. One thing you can rest assured in, is that story will see an update around that date. The others will get a N/A down by their update date, as their date for the next update is unclear to me. Whenever the motivation strikes me though, and I begin writing it, I will change that for the time period, if I remember, and set up a date to release it around like the four stories below.
Stories that I'll be focusing on most from now on:
1: A Saiyan's Prison Ride
2: An Assassin's New Beginning
3: Noah's Hitman
4: The Olympian God of Destruction
If any of who have any questions about this, feel free to PM me and I'll get back to you as soon as I can with an answer.
Now, on with the chapter!
The Olympian God of Destruction:
Chapter 4: The Escape.
On the isle of Crete… Roughly three weeks later…
The magnificent rays of Helios blared down upon the land at his highest peak in the heavens, which was called midday by the other gods for the sake of convenience. The sun's heat blazing down on to the earth below, creating quite the heated environment outside across the endless lands and sea.
Within one of the caves upon a mountain in Crete however, the sun's rays only just managed to peer in, as though the cavern itself sought to hide something within. Or rather, someone.
"The time draws near. Upon the time where Helios begins to set is when we should head off for Mount Othrys." A feminine voice intoned observantly, looking out from within the cave with a keen eye for the Titan god's travels. The voice itself belonging to a breathtakingly beautiful second-generation Titaness with her slender arms folded beneath her chest. Her dazzling turquoise pools following her fellow deity's trajectory as her long-flowing, silky-smooth, jet-black hair that cascaded down to her lower back. A few dark strands framing either side of her face as they reached below her exposed, pale shoulders. Her facial features themselves, like pretty much all of the goddesses, consisted of eyes that were wideset below a fairly high forehead, with a small, but adorable button nose. Her jaw was both short and narrow alongside a small chin and high, sharp cheekbones. Her lips were thin and pinkish-red, with skin that was a creamy white as she stood at about five-foot-three inches in height.
Perhaps the most distinguishing part of the goddess, however, was that at present moment, she was completely naked. Her hour-glass figure that few mortal women across other universes could conceivably achieve bared in all its splendour to the elements. From her slim waist and taut belly showing off her tiny bellybutton at the centre, to her impressively wide hips and tight, plump ass. Her butt-cheeks forming the shape of two round, succulent buns that just about any man would be enticed to squeeze for all their worth. Leading down from those supple, creamy crescents of flesh showed off her thicc thighs and relatively slim, but curvy legs. Up top though, resting above and pushed up by her folded arms, was her modestly large D-cup breasts. Their soft, lily white flesh spilling out over her forearms as if they were merely a pedestal to show them off, accentuating both their perkiness and pliancy. Rosy pink nipples standing atop the peaks of both fleshy mounds of heaven fully erect like delicious cherries as the winds licked at them.
"It's about time." A deeper, much more masculine voice replied calmly, as its owner strode up towards the goddess, who didn't even need to look back at the man behind her to know he was smirking, as a massive, muscular arm coiled around her shoulder.
Standing beside her now at roughly six-foot-five inches, over a head taller than the goddess, was a tall, musclebound man with long silver hair that flowed down just passed his upper-back, with some strands also framing the sides of his ruggedly handsome face. His eyes an electric blue, and jawline remarkably square and sturdy looking. A surprisingly well-groomed, curly beard the same colour as his hair accompanying it that fell down close to his rock-solid chest. His entire body was completely exposed to the elements, and as bare as the day his mother had birthed him. Showing off his broad, muscly shoulders, hard pecs that looked to be chiselled out of the finest granite, fully-defined six-pack abs that looked like they were forged from the greatest steel, and huge, bulging biceps so dense with muscle that they put just about every body-builder across countless other realities to shame. His legs were somehow bigger than his arms were, resembling tree-trunks with how densely thick they were in terms of muscle.
That was to say nothing of the man's third leg the goddess could feel rubbing up against her outer thigh teasingly. Its long, hard shaft she could feel pulsating against her pale skin, but for the moment, she ignored it.
"I don't even want to imagine what it must be like for them to have been trapped inside of Kronos's stomach all this time since their birth. Especially for my eldest brother and sister…" The silver haired man paused for a moment, as his eyes stared off into the direction of Mount Othrys. A deep, serious frown painting his lips for the briefest of moments. "It won't be much longer now though before my siblings can finally be rescued from my bastard father." The goddess beside him could practically feel the venom coming out of the man's voice at the end there, which came as no surprise to her.
Since the moment he awoke on Crete, Amaltheia and Gaea had been taking care of him in place of Rhea. Little time had been wasted from what she knew, of them telling Zeus of the fate that had befallen his siblings. Gaea in particular had spared no expense in telling him about the atrocities that her son and his father had committed. And the more that Zeus had heard as he grew day by day, the more he came to hate Kronos with a burning passion. From what she'd been told personally by Amaltheia when she'd arrived here five days ago, was that Zeus had grown so infuriated at one point from Gaea's words, that he'd almost made to storm Mount Othrys by himself. Something that had it actually happened, would not have ended well for the young god at all. Given that Kronos would not hesitate to cut him down with that terrifying scythe of his, if he did. If it hadn't been for Amaltheia, who'd essentially doubled as his surrogate mother alongside Gaea, getting in his way and managing to calm him down, then he no doubt would've.
"Just so long as you remember the plan, Zeus. Rushing in without thinking is only going to cause problems." If he was going to rescue his siblings and get some revenge on Kronos, he'd need to be smarter than just storming a place like Mount Othrys on his own, after all. Even with the power he'd quickly gained over the passing trio of weeks. Being trained up by the nymph and primordial goddess in combat and his inherited divine powers, it wouldn't be enough on his own.
She felt the man's lips press into her cheek with a soft kiss not a second later as he leaned down. Their eyes meeting as he smiled at her. "Don't worry about it, Metis. I haven't forgotten what you and my mother came up with." As he said this, the youngest born of Rhea's children gained a certain look in his electric-blue pools. His head lowering down shortly thereafter, as he pressed his soft lips against her neck. His lips parting as he suckled on her flesh, garnering a pleasant moan from Metis. "Rest assured, my dear, I'll follow through with your lead." He whispered huskily into her ear, before proceeding to plant a series of those same kisses methodically down her neck and collarbone. An action which elicited even more moans from the Oceanid. Each one sounding more heated than the last.
"That's-mhmm… good to know…" The daughter of Oceanus and Tethys panted lightly, letting her eye-lids droop as Zeus continued suckling on her pale skin. A heat beginning to build between her legs as one of his hands expertly cupped and massaged one of her breasts. His fingers kneading into its supple, tender boob-flesh, moulding it about within his palm and letting the excess flesh spill out between his groping digits. All the while he moved closer to her back, his other hand rubbing up and down along her inner thigh, making her body quiver slightly as it parted from the other.
"Now then, what say we continue from where we left off last night?" Zeus's tone grew huskier with that question, and Metis let out a gasping moan as she felt the young god push his large member between her legs, as he continued feeling her up. The upper side of his girthy, ten-inch long shaft pressing against her lower-lips as he steadily moved it back and forth. Grinding his pulsating, meaty rod up and down over her womanhood with measured strokes. His member quickly becoming lubricated by her juices, as they leaked out of her own growingly excited sex more and more.
Metis could only bite her lower lip as she felt herself become progressively more hot and bothered from Zeus's ministrations. She could already feel herself leaning in more to his touch, her arms unfolding, letting her other spongy globe lightly bounce down with a soft jiggle. One hand rising up and being placed atop Zeus's head, fingers slowly clenching in a fistful of his silver locks, and the other feel by her side. All while his dextrous hands did their work, and his manhood prepped itself for entry into her once more.
"I believe the two of you had enough fun last night." Another feminine voice piped up from behind the duo, catching their attention immediately. "I'd prefer it if I could actually get some sleep right now, seeing as I couldn't get any the other night. What with how… boisterous, you two were."
A blush of embarrassment coloured Metis's cheeks in that moment, and Zeus in that instant almost looked sheepish as they both turned their heads to look behind them.
Having strutted just out of the more obscuring shadows of the cave's inner section, stood a tired-looking, annoyed woman with wavy-brown hair that fell to her back, with a noticeable and distinct set of goat horns adorning her head. Her skin was more placid then the ocean nymph's, with facial features holding a similar level of beauty to Metis, but with a slightly larger nose and sleeker cheekbones. Her red lips pursed downward in irritation as her olive eyes stared at the two. Her figure, like the two in front of her, was completely exposed. Her ample C-cup bosom on full display as the lukewarm air entering the cave licked across her brownish-pink areolas and teats. Her waist a little chubbier, hips a small bit wider, and thighs a touch thiccer then Metis own. In place of regular feet were hooves like that of a goat, with the lower section of her legs being the same as one as well. Her additions to her appearance signifying her as a unique breed of nymph closely related to the animal she'd inherited her features from.
With her arms crossed quite like Metis's had been, the Oceanid found her embarrassment mounting as the goat-nymph who'd helped raise Zeus stared annoyedly at them. Her gaze taking on a disapproving look, more towards the aforementioned god than her. Knowing full well he'd been the one to initiate.
"Oh, Amaltheia." Zeus smiled at his foster mother, with not even a hint of shame or guilt on his face. "My apologies if we kept you up last night. I honestly didn't think that'd be the case, seeing as the cave is magically enchanted to muffle all sound coming in and out. And I had thought you'd slept outside last night, seeing as you told me you were thinking about resting for the night at the bottom of the mountain." The young god explained, while making sure his eyes kept level with her face and didn't dip towards her perky tits that he'd suckled from during his first few days here. An activity he wouldn't mind partaking in again, if he could, what with how delicious her milk was.
Come to think of it, if Gaea was still around like she had been for the first two weeks of his life, he wouldn't mind having a go at her enormous melons either. He could only imagine how heavenly the primordial earth goddess's boobs would feel within his grasp… or even better, sandwiched around his-
"Ngnn…!" Metis had to do what she could to hold in the suggestive sound that threatened to tumble out of her lips when she felt Zeus's cock tense. The appendage grating its way down her pink lips a good bit as he pulled back from her a good bit with his hips. Coaxing another dribble of her fluids out in the process.
Amaltheia looked far from impressed, catching his insinuation. "Oh please, don't give me that, Zeus. I'm almost certain you and Metis knew damn well that I was still in the cave when you started your little lovemaking session. You just didn't care, and neither did Metis it seems, as you were both too engrossed with your sexual activities to mind me trying to sleep at the back of the cave."
Metis blushed hotly at Amaltheia's words. She had noticed her still in there, as had Zeus, but with how she hadn't been moving, she'd just assumed that Amaltheia was already asleep. And if there was one thing she knew about the goat nymph, it's that when she was asleep, nothing short of a massive earthquake from Gaea herself would've woken her up. She almost cursed herself for her error in judgement there. She should've given the nymph a closer look before they did anything.
"Actually, we didn't." Zeus replied back, lying straight through his teeth. Metis almost balked when he did, and at the way he'd managed to sound completely sincere at the same time, even though he was anything but. "Neither of us genuinely saw you in here when we came back from my training. I'm not messing with you when I say that I honestly believed you'd chosen to sleep outside last night." A downcast expression overcame the young god then as he stared his foster mother straight in the eye, all while ignoring the urge to look down at her chest. "Once again, Amaltheia, I'm sorry that we kept you awake. Had I really known you were still in here, I can promise you that we would've at least waited until you were fast asleep beforehand."
Amaltheia's eyes narrowed as she stared right back into her foster son's unflinching pools. Her gaze searching his for his definite deceit. From what Metis could tell though, looking over at Amaltheia, the goatish nymph must've been struggling to see it in Zeus's gaze, as she started to look uncertain. "But I could've sworn I saw you both looking right at me at one point… Even as dark as it was…"
Zeus simply shook his head, all while giving the nude nymph what looked like a sympathetic look. "I'm afraid not. It is a simple mistake to make though. What with how dark the deeper section of the cave can be, especially at night. I won't fault you for it, and neither will Metis as, to be fair, we really should've checked a little harder." The youngest born of the Titan king and queen said with an air of innocence to him that only Metis could tell by now was utterly fake. "As you no doubt know yourself though, we weren't exactly in the best of mindsets for critical thinking. As embarrassing as it is to admit…" He chuckled with some level of humility, that not even Metis was able to tell if it was put on or genuine.
"I suppose…" Amaltheia conceded, her expression softening.
"If I may, Amaltheia. If we were bothering you so much last night, why didn't you let your presence be known?" Zeus broached curiously. "As distracted as we may have been with our fun, if you'd revealed yourself and made it clear you didn't appreciate all the noise we made that was keeping you up, we would've stopped." Well, for the moment they would've anyway. With how much of a fever he was in having sex with Metis, he would've done what he could to convince her to go down to the very location she'd suggested going to before. After that, it would've been straight back to the action as far as he was concerned.
The nymph that'd helped raise the young god looked away awkwardly. "That… well… I'm not sure, to be honest. I should've, but… with what you two will be attempting today against Kronos, and with how much you two seemed to be enjoying yourselves, I guess I didn't feel like interrupting. In case something went wrong today with your plan to get back your siblings…"
"Ah. So that's it." Zeus nodded with a pleased smile. "You were doing me a kindness. You allowed me a night of pleasure with Metis at the expense of your rest, in case things go awry with my father today. You're too good to me, Amaltheia. Really."
Zeus's foster mother let out a small laugh. A tired, but humourful one. All traces of her annoyance and suspicion seemingly gone. "That I am indeed…"
"Uhm… perhaps we could save this for later?" Metis finally interjected. Asking Zeus somewhat awkwardly, her eyes floating up to look at the god who throughout the entire conversation, had yet to remove himself from her. Personally, a part of her didn't want him to do that, especially as she saw him look down at her then, his electric-blue orbs now hidden from Amaltheia's view. She could see the lust in his eyes, still as strong as ever, just waiting to be let loose. To ravage her as he'd done last night, just as Amaltheia had pointed out, but she ignored that part of her for the time being. "You know, for when we've successfully rescued your siblings and brought them back here? It'd make the sex all the sweeter, don't you think?"
"Hmm…" Zeus pondered that for a brief moment, and Metis could swear she could see him actively weighing the pros and cons of her request. The lone male god turned his head back again and gazed over at the watchful Amaltheia, before shrugging his shoulders and removing his hands from her. Pulling his manhood out from between his lover's legs whilst ignoring the almost depressive whine he could feel his member give at being denied its second helping. "Alright then. I look forward to it."
"Same here…" Metis damn near moaned, her divine body shivering from the loss of her lover's touch. She turned herself around all the same and shook that feeling off for the time being. Her gaze meeting Zeus's as her expression became serious. "Right now though, it's imperative we prepare ourselves and move out soon for Mount Othrys."
"Hmph! I'm more than prepared already Metis." Zeus replied with a cocky grin, as light with a bluish tint encompassed his rippling, muscled form. Fading away a second later to show his body now covered by a white tunic that covered half of his upper body and most of his lower body, falling down to his knees. His broad, sturdy chest completely exposed, along with both his muscular arms. "Shall we take our leave now?"
"If you wish." Metis responded back, as her own body glowed in an ethereal light, before she was almost completely covered by her own tunic that fell to her ankles. Little more than her right shoulder being exposed outside of her formed clothing. "Be warned though Zeus. Mount Othrys is by no means a pleasant place. Speaking as someone who's been there a number of times, the oppressive atmosphere will be unlike anything you will ever experience."
"I'm sure we'll be fine." Zeus assured her, though he wasn't foolish enough to completely handwave off her concern. If she was telling him this in advance, he'd have to take it seriously. "We'll see you later, Amaltheia." Zeus called back to the kind-hearted nymph, looking back at her one more time with a confident grin. "Be sure to get your rest. Who knows? By the time you wake up, we may already be back with my brothers and sisters in tow."
"We can only hope." Amaltheia replied with a small smile. "Safe travels to you both. You have my utmost blessings to see to your success."
Zeus and Metis both nodded at this gratefully, as they turned towards the cave's entrance and made their way out. The two disappearing from Amaltheia's view less than a moment later.
As they moved down the mountain, Metis turned to Zeus with a disappointed look. "Zeus, why did you lie to her like that? That was totally irresponsible of you…"
"What she doesn't know, won't hurt her." Was Zeus's simple reply, before turning his gaze to her. "And besides, I didn't see you piping up back there. You could've easily told her I was lying, yet you held your tongue. Care to explain that?"
"W-well…" Metis looked away, another blush coating her cheeks as a mixture of embarrassment and shame etched its way on her features. "I uhm..."
"Yes?" Zeus asked rather innocently, giving her an expectant look. "Go on…"
"Well… I suppose it must've been the shock of how brazenly you lied just there, that had me speechless."
"Oh? It was the shock, was it?"
"Yes. That was definitely it."
Zeus rolled his eyes, able to hear the uncertainty in her words. "You'll forgive me if I don't quite believe that, Metis. Regardless though, that isn't important right now. What is, is freeing my siblings from my bastard father." And then having some incredible celebratory sex with the Oceanid once they got back, as he didn't even entertain the idea that they might fail.
Deciding it'd be best for now to just leave that conversation as it was for the time being, Metis quickly brought herself back to the task ahead.
Later that day…
Oh, my word… Was Zeus's first thought, as his jaw hung open, almost dropping to the ground. His eyes having widened like saucers and pupils shrinking to the size of pin-pricks. An involuntary shiver crawling up and down his spine, and he was pretty certain he'd felt his legs almost buckle beneath him.
Stood just up ahead of him and Metis now, situated at the highest peak of the utterly massive Mount Othrys, was a giant castle fortress. One that spanned out almost one thousand feet wide with its sprawling, sturdy outer walls that reached well over three-hundred feet in height, with battlements, towers and drawbridges set up all throughout. Walkways lining the top of the walls connecting and leading out to each of the structures connected therein. As his sight scanned closer to the centre of the complex from where he stood, he could see the main section of the castle growing taller and taller, until it eventually pierced so far into the heavens themselves that he couldn't even see where it ended. The dark, foreboding clouds that gathered around the fortress blocking the tallest part of the castle from view after about two thousand bloody feet high.
The aura the whole place gave off was like nothing Zeus could've ever imagined. No matter Metis's warnings, nothing could've prepared him for the gargantuan, intimidating structure that stood before him in all its glory. A wave of fear passed over the young deity, as he felt like little more than a pathetic ant standing close enough to see his father's stronghold for himself.
"I did try to warn you…" Metis remarked, though her voice came out much more tense than he'd ever heard before. Even when she'd referred to this place prior, she hadn't sounded even a tenth as tense as she did now, which just went to show the kind of effect this place had on her when in its presence. And she'd been here before. "I myself don't come here much, but whenever I have, I can never stop the feelings of dread and fear that claw at me."
Zeus swallowed. Hard. Somehow managing to regain the feeling in his jaw and set it back somewhat from its unhinged state. "Yeah… I see what you meant now about this place." Talk about a huge understatement. His confidence had all but evaporated as soon as he'd bared witness to this monstrous structure that literally oozed an aura of terror into the air. A part of him actually wanted to cut his losses and run for it even, but he squashed that feeling with ferocious expediency. And despite the fear clawing in his heart, he walled himself off from the unbridled dread and negativity seeping from the castle and steeled himself for what had to be done. "That doesn't matter though. You and I came here to rescue my siblings, and that's exactly what we're going to do."
"Right." Metis nodded resolutely, pulling a small, capped container out from seemingly thin air. "Just to go over it real quick, our plan is to slip some of this potion I've been brewing for a while into Kronos's drink. Thanks to Rhea, I'm fully aware of the exact time that just about every feast within the castle takes place." Not that any of the Titans needed food or drink for sustenance at all. It was just one of the ways they spoiled themselves in their own form of luxury. That and the plethora of nymphs that always attended, either because they wanted to, or were afraid of what would happen if they didn't. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the Titans would want with them. "It won't be long now before the feast kicks off within the castle. What we'll have to do is infiltrate and get into the main feast hall where Kronos is bound to be. From there, we have to find a way to slip some of my brew into his drink."
"Is there any significance to the feast, or is it just there for them to indulge?"
"It's both, really." Metis explained. "They love to indulge in the taste of food, wine and sex on the regular, but this day in particular means something to them. According to Rhea, every month on this exact day is used to celebrate their dethroning of their father Ouranos. Kronos in particular, never forgetting this occasion, since he was the one who dealt the finishing blows to him and took over in his stead."
This day was used to celebrate their rise to power in overthrowing their own father, huh? Oh, the irony…
"And you're positive that this plan will work?" Zeus felt like asking, finally tearing his eyes away from the stronghold before him.
Metis put on a smile of confidence. "Absolutely. So long as we managed to get this in his drink, even just a single sip from his chalice should have him doubled over and retching his insides out within moments. I made certain with all the time I had that it was potent enough that no one would be able to resist its magical effects once they kick in. Not even Kronos."
"That's good to hear." Zeus managed to smile himself. "Right now, I don't know how I'd be able to do this without you."
Metis's cheeks tinted slightly red at this, but her expression schooled itself into a more stoic one. "That's nice of you to say, but let's save the compliments for after we've got this done, and we're all safely away from this place. Us, your siblings, and your mother especially. For once Kronos connects the dots and finds out she played a part in all this, if she's still there when that happens, it won't be pretty."
He'd heard. Not only had his mother done the bulk of the scheming against his father but had also gone out of her way to distract the Titan Lord as much as possible, according to Gaea. That being done to allow him to travel out freely from the cave in Crete and train when he could to get somewhat of a grasp over his divine power properly. Without the worry of Kronos catching him with what Gaea had referred to as the 'all-seeing gaze'. Something the Titan king could only access when sat upon the throne that once belonged to his own father Ouranos, forged with his own primordial magic to allow him to see the whole world below him even when he was in physical form.
Zeus wasn't sure what exactly his mother was doing to distract Kronos so he wouldn't have been sitting on the throne much in all the time he'd been alive. One thing he did know, was that whatever she did, she'd no longer have to do now, once they pulled this off. After he got his siblings back and they all escaped together, Zeus had firmly made up his mind.
"Alright. Let's not waste any more time." Metis nodded at his words, motioning for him to follow her to a way inside the castle without being detected.
No matter what happened after this, he'd make damn sure that in the future, Kronos was no longer the king of the universe…
Within Mount Othrys… inside the Titan Lord's personal bedroom…
The sound of flesh slapping hard against flesh reverberated around the Titan leader's main quarters. Bouncing off the sturdy, high walls of the room almost like a loud bomb was going off several times a second. Beyond that, the sound of loud, aggressively sexual grunts were mixed in. The distinct noise of a bed creaking and shaking like a lone leaf in the wind, with muffled cries and moans could be heard bellowing out into a soft, magically enhanced mattress that held an absurd level of durability, withstanding the literal shockwaves being generated and absorbing them.
At the centre of it all, was the Titan king and queen, fully naked, and currently in the act of coitus. Both deities atop their large bed, with Rhea shoved down face first into the bed sheets, with her ass raised up in the air as the current king of the universe took her from behind mercilessly. His hands gripping her hips similar to a vice as he leaned over her. A substantially large wet spot having formed beneath the woman, as a steady stream of her fluids continued to pour down her legs, whilst another, viscous, white fluid fell from her womanhood.
Kronos grinned savagely, baring his teeth as wave after wave of carnal pleasure rolled over him with each and every titanic thrust his manhood gave. Driving it in and out of his wife Rhea's battered pussy, which had been yet again reshaped by his large member. Burrowing through her moist, tight cavern with unbelievable speed and power, smashing through her cervix with each successful thrust. His balls clapping like thunder strikes against her divine body's plump, perfectly round ass with poignant zeal. Her tender butt cheeks in a constant state of jiggling with ripples being sent all across her two sizeable buns of supple flesh, which had turned a pinkish red from the constant abuse. Her D-cup breasts being squished down into the bed and rolling back and forth rapidly like mounds of dough as her own body reeled back and forth from his relentless assault.
He could feel his final climax coming in hot, and so, with a powerful bellow of his own, laced in complete euphoria, Kronos slammed his thick, ten inch cock all the way into his spouse's sacred tunnel with all the force he could muster. The strength behind it barrelling through to the end of her womb, clapping his balls harshly into her reddened ass and nearly breaking the magically enhanced bed with his final thrust.
He heard his lover's passionate scream even when muffled into the bed as she reached her own final climax. Her juices spraying forth almost like a shower whilst his penis gushed out a plentiful helping of his seed into her womb for the third time today.
"Ahh…" Kronos exhaled in bliss, as he pulled his meaty rod out of her snatch after about a good fifteen seconds, and sprayed forth the remaining portion of his cum all over the Titaness's freed, frazzled hair, back and buttocks, as though he were marking his territory. "Now that may have just been the best sex I've ever had with you, Rhea." If not, it was certainly the longest for sure. Thanks to his relation to time, with it being one of his numerous domains, he was keenly aware that their latest session had been going on for around ten whole hours by this point. The two of them having started in the early hours of the morning when Helios was still rising up, and now it was the evening.
Heh, they must've changed sexual positions a good dozen or so times during that whole affair. It'd been truly quite the spectacle in his opinion.
Rhea only panted harshly as it was all set and done. Not a word leaving her lips as she collapsed on to her side. Her erect, cherry red nipples standing tall on her wobbling globes from all the attention they'd been given earlier. Her long hair obscuring most of her flushed features from view as his seed started to ooze out of her war-torn canal. Though that didn't stop Kronos from being able to make out the utterly delirious expression adorning her beautiful face.
"Hmph. Just look at you, my dear. Unable to utter even a word after I'm through with you." He chuckled humorously, feeling himself come down from his sexual high. "Then again, it is you who's been coming to me the last few weeks, constantly wanting me to fuck you senseless. I must say, I don't know where this sudden desire of yours came from to have this much sex with me, compared to before." The Titan god smirked. His dick, even after all that sex, still as erect as when they'd started. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it, though. I'm really loving this new sex-driven side of yours, Rhea."
Raising her head up now, Kronos could see the haggard, but euphoric smile now resting upon Rhea's lips. "I'm… glad to… hear it…" She panted out slowly. Her eyes looking glassy and unfocused. And with the arduous pounding he'd just given her, that was hardly surprising. "I… live to… serve you… my lord…"
"That you do." Kronos agreed, sounding quite pleased. "And you shall continue to do so." He said, as he turned his sights towards the door of their room. "The feast is about to begin down in the main hall, so I'll be attending that naturally to have some fun with our brothers. Don't bother coming down with me, for as soon as I've had my fill, I'll be right back up here for another round. So, you best be prepared, dear."
"Of course…" Rhea shakily nodded happily. Her glassy eyes dimming as she gazed up at him sultrily, licking her lips hungrily. "I'm all yours… after all…"
"Indeed." Kronos could feel his manhood ache as he saw the way his exhausted wife sexily licked her lips at him. He almost gave into the urge to say to Tartaros with going down to the feast, and just get back to fucking his wife then and there just for that look alone. But he didn't. She'd still be here when he got back, after all. So, what was the harm in spoiling himself yet again with delicious food and drink like he and his brothers had always done since they'd ousted their father?
His body swiftly began to shimmer with light, before, in the blink of an eye, his tunic was back on him in no time. "I'll see you again soon enough, Rhea." And with that, he turned away. Vanishing from view in an instant towards the feast hall.
As soon as he was gone, the expression on Rhea's face took a drastic turn. Morphing from the amorous, obedient expression to one of pure, unadulterated disgust and disdain. Like a mask had just dropped off her face, despite the pleasure she'd felt having been genuine, showing her true emotions hidden from the universe's current ruler. "Trust me, Kronos… you won't be… seeing me again… anytime soon…"
The time had finally arrived. Her youngest son Zeus and Metis should've arrived by now. She'd done what she could to distract him as often as possible. She'd known for a long time now that one of Kronos's few weaknesses was sex. He simply couldn't resist the temptation if presented to him, especially when it regarded her. So, getting him to lower his guard and keep him away from viewing the world for long stretches of time hadn't been too difficult.
Getting off the bed with quivering legs, light came forth from her voluptuous figure. Doing away with the river of her own juices and the portion of semen pooling out of her sex and running down her thighs. Along with her husband's seed roped all over ass, back and silky locks. When the light receded, she was back in her own brown tunic. Her frazzled hair had pulled itself back into a neat bun, and her turret crown reappeared upon her head. She was still no less exhausted after what she'd allowed her spouse to put her through just then for effectively the entire day.
"I'll leave it… to you two…" She said with hope in her tone, as her whole body began to glow again. "I'm… counting on you… please, save them…"
With those final words uttered, Rhea disappeared from Mount Othrys in a flash.
Meanwhile…
"Ah, Lord Kronos. A pleasure as always." Kronos heard a familiar, hyper-masculine, deep voice boom almost as soon as he reappeared in the main hall in his normal Titan size. His gaze shifting over to the one who'd greeted him from a fair distance.
A fellow Titan, specifically of the second generation, stood just in front of the doorway to the hall. Right next to several naked nymphs he may well have been flirting with beforehand, who appeared tiny next to him, despite him having been shrunk down closer to their height. Upon seeing the Titan ruler however, he immediately altered his size in a small flash of light, becoming roughly the same height as Kronos. He had tanned skin and wore a white chiton that fell down near his knees and little else. His silver hair was long, travelling down passed the nape of his neck and his curly beard of the same colour fell down to his chest. A moustache joining with it from above his lips. His face itself appeared regal, but heavily defined with muscle. His strong jawline in particular looking like it was chiselled out of the sturdiest granite one could find, and his brown eyes set in a strong, piercing gaze. His body itself easily dwarfing Kronos's own in terms of muscle mass, with his shoulders being exceedingly thick with muscle, as well as broad and sturdy. His chest that was visible through his clothing looked toned and unbelievably dense with muscle fibre, whilst his biceps were so huge, they made Kronos's modestly muscular arms look like bean poles by comparison, whilst his legs looked thicker and wider than any tree ever could.
To put it rather bluntly, he was effectively a mountain of muscle to himself that screamed strength to anyone who looked upon him.
"Atlas." Kronos greeted his nephew somewhat cordially. "Same to you, I suppose." With that, Kronos turned his gaze around the room, and the assortment of thrones that the wide-open room had. Three positioned against the wall on the left, while two were on the right. He spotted pretty much all of his brothers that helped in his overthrowing of his father once again in attendance, in no particular order, sat upon their thrones already. Some with chalices of wine in hand talking amongst the other, while others leaned over to watch various other nude nymphs dancing around in front of their thrones for their entertainment and pleasure.
The first his eyes met was Hyperion, a Titan among the first generation, quite like Kronos himself, and the fourth oldest of the sons of Gaea and Ouranos. His skin was milky-white and he had curly auburn hair that was short, but seemed to flow back and forth, almost like a lit flame. A radiant, almost ethereal glow covering just about every lock of his hair. His eyes a near metallic gold and holding a similar glow to them that his hair did to a lesser extent, as if light itself was ready to pour out of his pools. He held no facial hair, unlike just about every other Titan in the room, but his features were no less rugged, while also holding an odd, boyish charm to them that wasn't present with the rest of his brethren. His physique whilst quite muscular, was more sleek then the other Titans, including Kronos. With smaller, but highly dense biceps and washboard, six-pack abs. The man garbed in not even a tunic, but a long, bright red cloth that swirled around his form, covering his pelvic region and backside from view, whilst mostly leaving the rest of his body exposed. He was one of the Titans currently watching the naked nymphs dance along invitingly with great interest as he leaned forward to observe. Looking one small push away from leaving his throne and bringing as many of the minor nature goddesses with him back to his chambers.
Gaze floating over as he sat upon his throne near the centre of the room's far wall, it landed on Koios, who was the second oldest son of the first-generation Titans. His long, well-groomed, dark brown beard fell to about his chest, contrasting well with his pale skin. Sporting a fine moustache like Atlas's to go along with it. His hair and eyes much the same colour of his beard, with his hair falling in a curly fringe that covered most of his forehead, with the exception of the centre where they parted. His gaze held a level of coldness to them that few could match, almost completely devoid of emotion like he was analysing and rationally scrutinising everything he laid eyes on. As a stark contrast however, he held an inviting, bright smile that clashed quite fiercely with it. His physique, while not as massively built as Atlas, still held an impressive level of muscle to it all throughout, though most of his body was covered by his tunic that fell to his ankles and matched his hair and eyes. His large biceps still showed through without issue, his broad chest pushing out against the cloth covering, and his wide, muscly shoulders pushing the fabric of his tunic up. He was currently in what looked to be a deep discussion with their brother to his left.
Speaking of, next up was Krios, who was the third oldest son of them all, right behind Koios. Out of all of them, he and Koios looked the most similar, seeming to hold the exact same skin tone, physique, wearing a similar tunic that fell to their ankles and almost identical facial features. The differences being that his beard was darker and shorter than his older brother's, his eyes an obsidian black, almost like a deep abyss, with a few dark locks of his hair falling over his temple. The rest of his hair being covered up by a resplendent and immaculately forged helm with protrusions atop it shaped in the horns of a ram.
Shifting his gaze over to the right of him, his eyes found Atlas's father Iapetus, who was the fifth and second youngest brother of them all. The tunic he wore being an almost lifeless grey as it reached his ankles. His skin was a ghastly white, making even Kronos's own look vibrant by comparison. Some of his upper body being exposed on his left, showing off a wealth of muscle on his hard chest, and his clothing did little to hide his own moderately large biceps barely a step above Kronos's own. His hair was as grey as his tunic but was wild and unkempt. Looking like something had exploded on him recently. With the right side of his hair bulging upwards and being more plentiful than his left was bizarrely. Both sides seemed to stand on end all the same, as if they'd been struck recently by a swift lightning bolt courtesy of their tyrannical father. A full, bushy grey beard and moustache covered his own face. His dull, greyish-blue eyes following the alluring movements of the naked nymphs with notably less interest than Hyperion, as he propped his cheek up against his knuckles. Elbow firmly placed upon the armrest of his own throne.
The last throne next to his was quickly filled by son Atlas, who in that time had brought the nymphs he'd been flirting with over with him. Having them dance even more provocatively with each other than the rest for his own personal delight. His eyes and expression growing with lust as the minor nature goddesses began feeling each other up as they danced sensuously for Atlas. Going so far as to begin slowly making out in front of him to entice him further. Something the massive Titan more than appreciated, given the growingly horny look on his face.
The Titan king didn't blame him for that. While the nymphs couldn't match the beauty of his own wife, or that of the other Titanesses, they were still gorgeously alluring in their own right. He himself, before Rhea had wonderfully decided to become far more sexually involved with him than previously, had taken part on plenty of occasions in copulating with a number of them.
None of the Titanesses chose to join them here, and nor had they at any point in the past. This little get-together held significance that they didn't care for after all. It was an ever-repeating celebration of when he'd disposed of their wretched father. Something that none of the Titanesses had taken part in as he took his rightful place as ruler of the universe. A position that he was confident would remain his for all of eternity, since he'd rid himself of each of his progeny shortly after birth.
Of course, their eldest brother Oceanus never attended either, but Kronos didn't give a damn about his presence in the slightest. The selfish Titan that now ruled over the endlessly expansive ocean having refused to participate in helping them be rid of their father. Cowardly moving away to his little hiding hole in the depths of the ocean as they were getting ready to do the deed. Barely speaking to any of them since that fateful day went down.
Hmph. Like anyone here wanted or needed him anyway. Atlas did more than a fine job feeling what would've been his position amongst their ranks.
The feast continued on with him there for a while. With fruits, meats and wine being passed around in abundance fashioned for their current size. The assortment of mountain, woodland, forest and river nymphs becoming progressively more erotic with their dancing as time went on. Going in duets or threesomes massaging each other's curvaceous and sexually attractive bodies. Some, like Atlas's lot, becoming aroused enough to start making out slowly and hotly for he, and his brothers. Kronos let himself smile crookedly at his own good fortune since he'd taken his father's place.
It felt good to be king.
Just then however, Kronos caught sight of two newcomers entering the room one after the other. The rest of his brethren noticed as well but paid them no real heed.
One of them he recognised almost immediately as Metis. One of Oceanus and Tethys's many children. Having seen her around occasionally within Othrys walls. The other one, however, the very muscular man with long silver hair and beard was someone he didn't recognise one bit.
The two approached the Titan king, with the man sneaking a glance at the nude nymphs still undergoing their erotic dance, before looking straight towards him again with a neutral expression. Within seconds, they were standing before him under his gaze, and gave him a bow of respect.
"My lord." Metis spoke first, the two rising from their bow. "It is an honour as always to be in your presence."
Kronos's eyes narrowed. Curiosity gleaming in his pools. "Is there a reason for you being here, Metis?"
"There is." The man answered instead, drawing Kronos attention down to him. "We are here to join in on the celebration of your vanquishing of Ouranos and beseech to you a gift."
"A gift?" Kronos blinked. This was… unexpected indeed. "What is it? And who are you?" He asked, getting a nagging feeling in his head that there was something familiar about this man that he couldn't put his finger on.
"My name is Zeus. I am one of your brother Oceanus's children as well." Zeus said cooly and succinctly. "As for the gift," He began, pulling a small bottle out from his chiton. "It's a potion made by my sister's hand at our father's request. To act as an apology to you, my lord."
"An apology to me?" Apology for what? Oceanus and he had hardly interacted at all since he'd taken care of their father. However, in the few times they had in the last few centuries, he'd certainly never gotten the impression his elder brother was apologetic for anything.
"Yes." Zeus nodded. "According to him, after truly putting some thought into it, he came to the decision that what you and the others did to Ouranos all those years ago was the right thing to do. He wished to let you know of his regret for not joining with you back then when he should've."
"What?" Kronos's eyes genuinely widened. Oceanus… infuriatingly stubborn, line-sitting, overly prideful Oceanus had changed his mind and felt regret over his decision? "Surely, you jest. We may not speak to each other anymore, but I know my eldest brother to be quite the stubborn one. Once he makes up his mind on something, he won't ever change it."
"Believe us, Lord Kronos, our father has actually changed his stance on the matter." Metis spoke up this time. Drawing the youngest first-generation Titan's attention again. "He hopes that you may be able to forgive him for his cowardice back then in not helping you. This potion," She motioned towards the bottle in Zeus's hand. "is an offering from him to you to show his gratitude in what you did, and to show you that he wants to be on good terms with you in the future."
"Hmm…" Kronos scrutinised the duo with an unconvinced gaze. "If what you say is true, then why didn't he show up himself? Surely, if my brother meant such a thing, he would've shown up himself to hand me this. The fact that he would send his two children instead of coming himself speaks of insincerity on either his end, or yours." The Titan ruler's eyes narrowed like slits down at the two. Clearly suspicious. "Tell me, what is your game?"
"Nothing, my lord. We speak nothing but the truth." Zeus cut in immediately with a smooth and calm voice. "Truth be told, our father would've gladly shown up himself, but unfortunately, he is indisposed at the moment."
"Indisposed? With what?"
"Probably with Tethys." A somewhat condescending voice snorted to their left. The duo and Kronos turning their gazes towards the speaker, who turned out to be Hyperion. The Titan having had his attention drawn to the conversation with mention of the two's reasoning for being here. In fact, from what they, and especially Kronos could see, all of the Titans were now focusing their attention on them. The nymphs too, having halted their little show for their Titan overlords to listen in on the conversation. "I'll bet he's too preoccupied having sex with her and spitting out more children to show up. With how many kids of his keep showing up over time, it honestly wouldn't surprise me. Seems to be all those two are good for these days. Siring more beautiful ocean nymphs to have sex with."
Too preoccupied having sex? All they're good for these days is siring more of my kind to have sex with!? Metis's eye twitched in irritation unbeknownst to everyone in attendance, especially when she noted that just about every other Titan in the room, and even a number of the nymphs nodded in agreement at his claim. She quickly schooled her features though so as to not show how much what he'd said annoyed her. No doubt that comment would've annoyed both her parents as well. Her father especially had he heard that, as he much more so than her mother, didn't take kindly to insults like that. Even if the statement was partially true, seeing as he and her mother were indeed, most likely, having sex right now. Completely unaware of what was going down right now.
"What he says is true." Zeus commented, jumping on that explanation immediately. Bringing the full attention of the room back to him, as he smiled what appeared to be apologetically up at Kronos. "He was going to come at first to give you this personally, but at the last minute, our mother beckoned him to their chambers. I'm sure you can understand why he accepted and opted to send us in his stead. Given you have a queen of your own and plenty other women at your beck and call."
"Hmm…" Kronos pondered that for a moment, scratching his beard. Given his recent weeks with Rhea, and especially given the ten hours they'd spent prior to this feast copulating, he could certainly see where his elder brother would be coming from there. If what they were saying was legit, of course. "You have a point there. Alright then," The universe's monarch smirked deviously. "I'll accept the offer. But, tell Oceanus this once you get back to him. I'm willing to give him his forgiveness, so long as he shows up to meet me himself and takes a few requests for me." If what they said was genuine, there was no way he wasn't going to let this through without milking it for all that he could. "Tell him to think of it as… compensation, shall we say, for pulling off what he was too cowardly to get involved in."
Father, please forgive me for this… "We will. I assure you." Metis replied with another respectful and courteous bow. Trying not to grit her teeth as she inwardly apologised for effectively throwing her father under the mountain. He'd no doubt be far from pleased when he eventually heard about this. Sadly, it was the best they could come up with right now to fool the Titan king into letting his guard down.
"Good." Kronos nodded in satisfaction, already thinking of what he could potentially have Oceanus do for him in the future. "Hand me over your gift then, I suppose." He said while positioning his hand down near Zeus with his open palm for the young god to place it on. Which he gladly did. "What is the potion for, exactly?"
Zeus nearly grinned like a Cheshire cat, seeing that their plan was close to success now. "Think of it as a taste enhancer. It'll make the wine you're drinking taste a hundred times better."
"Will it now?" He asked humorously, raising the small bottle up to view in his titanic palm. "I guess I'll have to put that to the test th-ugh!?" Suddenly, Kronos's eyes shot wide open. Pain flooding his divine senses in an instant as he hunched over and curled his free hand around his gut. Clenching the small bottle in his other. "Wh-what the-ack!?" The Titan hunched over even more, almost curling into himself this time as an ever more absurd level of pain flared from his gut. His open maw spewing out numerous droplets and ropes of ichor. The golden blood of a god.
This scene immediately had the other Titans alarmed. "Lord Kronos! What's wrong!?" Atlas shouted out with some concern for his leader, being the first to rise out of his seat. The others following suit almost instantaneously. Similar looks of concern on their features as well, with all the nymphs looking on in surprise at their king's sudden turn.
Zeus and Metis in particular took a step back, looking on in utter confusion and surprise of their own at this turn of events. Wondering what the hell was going on with him.
Before anyone could make any further moves, a sudden, and very loud boom was heard. Followed suit by Kronos's strangled cry of pure agony as he fell back into his seat, while his abdomen literally blasted open right before their eyes! A shower of ichor spraying out and gushing everywhere as the divine flesh of his gut burst open and flew outward from the sheer force of whatever had caused such a thing to happen. Shocking everyone in attendance to their core at the gory and explosive display that none of them had been anticipating.
Zeus and Metis ended up getting drenched by the falling ichor, causing both to momentarily shut their eyes. While they were closed, they heard multiple thumps around them. One taking place behind them, and the rest in front of them.
When the two finally reopened them however, it was to the sight of five fully grown deities drenched in stomach juice and blood lumped together on the ground. Two of them male, and the other three female.
Chancing a look behind them, they saw everyone else staring in horror and shock not only at Kronos, but also at the long, purple haired god now crouching on the ground before them all. Covered in the same stomach juice and ichor that the others, he was just as big as Zeus when it came to musculature, and as he rose up to stand fully, it was clear he was just as tall as well.
Gripping his golden blood-soaked hands with what looked to be utter glee by his sides, before everyone there, he let out a victorious laugh that echoed throughout the hallowed halls of Mount Othrys for a solid moment. Leaving just about every onlooker stunned speechless.
Just as soon as he calmed down somewhat however, Beerus turned to look around the room he found himself in. An almost manic grin on his face as he scanned across every one of the shell-shocked Titans and nymphs. The food and drink that some of them had spilled over, mainly drink from what he could see. Then to Zeus and Metis, along with his fellow brothers and sisters, before finally landing his sights on Kronos. The Titan laid out on his throne with his gut still messily smashed open, courtesy of himself,and a small bit of liquid dribbling out of one of his clenched hands to the floor.
"Oh, so sorry. Did I ruin the party?"
AND CUT!
Welp, as far as the sexual stuff of this chapter goes, Zeus and Kronos certainly have one thing n common, lol. Also, be honest with me, even with the poll, how many of you actually thought this chapter was going to end up just like mythology did, until Beerus yeeted himself and the others out in the end? Pretty sure some of you got tipped off to what I was doing by intentionally not showing any of Beerus until the end. We shall see.
Oh, and yes, I absolutely just left it on that cliffhanger. I just simply couldn't resist after writing that last bit. Hoe you understand why, hehe.
Anyways, thanks to all of you who voted. I appreciate the interaction. Also, this chapter as you can see, was a few days late, compared to when I initially wanted to get it out at the end of September. My apologies for that. College started up recently, even if online, and when it comes to the gaming module for my course, it was recommended that we familiarize ourselves with the game engine we'd be using. That, along with a few other personal things that I won't get into is why this was delayed a couple days. I hope you all understand.
Anyways, with that out of the way, I'll see you on the next chapter!