Huf, Huf, Huf
"There! In that- moan, spot! Don't- Hiii! Stop!"
Hello! My name is Zeus! You may have heard of me from -wait, give me a moment.
I slap this bitch's ass as hard as I can, leaving a nasty red mark on her otherwise perfect bottom, making her shriek in ecstasy. "Don't you dare move, bitch!" This was because she tried to rub herself while I pounded her from behind.
Anyways. As you can probably tell, I'm currently boning a bitch in heat, and, yes, you guessed it, it ain't my lovely wife. A shame, really, but you know me.
[Don't get distracted and... Pound that pussy proper!]
Well, you heard the boss.
The woman I'm mounting today is a real beauty; tall, plump ass, decent chest, red head and blue eyes. Can't remember her name, though. Her face was really cute, pointy nose, small mouth covered with tasty red lips. Can't really see her face from here, but I what I can see instead is a heavy blush forming all the way to her shoulders, but it's kind of hard to tell when her slightly tanned skin is covered in sweat; you could almost see a reflection on her back.
Her moist walls tighten, telling me the arrival of a new orgasm. How many has she had? Lost count after seven.
I stop myself from pounding away at the girl's defenseless sex, freeing my hands from her meaty ass as I position myself right above her, arms resting by her sides. The woman, of course, falls down into the bed, the strength required to support her own body has left her a long time ago due to the nasty orgasms I have given her. She could feel my breath, I could feel hers. I looked in her beautiful blue eyes, which gave me 0ne hell of a lustful glare, they screamed for more pleasure. "Wh-why did you...?" The whole room reeks of sex and sweat, our carnal passion having lasted well over two hours now, but I've yet to release.
With a deep and husky voice, I whisper in her ear. "How would your fiancé react if she saw you with a man? A man you just met, no less." It took all 0f my willpower to not thrust until my seed was released, but I gotta play by the boss' rules. "What are you going to do when she finds out only a cock can satisfy you?" I could her starting to sob, not out of guilt or sadness of betraying her fiancé, but of pure sexual need. Right now she wasn't the meek lesbian girl I picked up a few hours ago -no, she was just a bitch in heat, ready to be claimed.
I do a small, slow thrust, I hear her legs slightly hitting on the now ruined bed sheets in protest of my gentleness, her lips releasing sweet moan of 'Please' and 'I need it'. Almost made me snap. Almost, but I gotta deliver to the boss. "The condom broke long ago, you know?" To this the woman -no, the bitch widened her eyes in shock, yet she was not moving nor saying anything. Deep withing her eyes I could see it: She wasn't a lesbian no more, she was just a breeding sow ready for her first batch of litter.
"I... I don't care...!"
Giving her a slight playful bite on her boiling ear, I murmur: "So be it," right before I resume the bestial mating that is currently taking place. Her walls could no longer take any other form than mine, my huge cock molded her after me; she could not be pleased by other man than me and no amount of licking would be able to bring her any pleasure anymore.
Meat slapping meat could be heard alongside howls of pleasure. Her fiancé, her life, her family, nothing of that was in her mind, the only thing she needed was to be bred by a big male full of virile seed, and she needed it now. I was happy to comply.
My dick was like a jackhammer, trying to pry her womb open each time I touched her cervix, her sex welcoming inside with each stroke. I could feel my sack boiling with the need of an egg to drown. It only took me 3 more hard, ear-deafening smacks in order to finally open her cervix wide, and with that, I let loose.
A shriek like no other escaped her mouth whilst a heavy grunt escaped mine. Spurt after spurt of heavy, thick spunk sprayed her insides, painting them white with my seed, marking her my bitch to own. After what could be felt like an eternity, I could feel her legs, which I didn't realize where keeping me as close as possible of her sex, finally fall onto the bed.
All kind of chemicals filled my mortal brain, overloading with feelings I've yet to understand. I've done this time and time again through the ages, but the feeling of pure, raw breeding never failed to impress me.
Even after her biggest orgasm yet, I could still hear her moan and twitch whenever my seed trickled down her box. My breaths were heavy, so I took the time to contemplate my piece of work. A gaping hole that used to be her pussy, now ruined by my huge member, was ejecting copious amount of cum as her muscles contracted. "Not... Bad..." I say in between gasps. But this euphoria doesn't last long. Soon my gut starts feeling heavy, twisting and pounding as I complete yet another order. This was no sickness, this was the regret of laying, and possibly impregnating, another woman other than my wife.
[Time to go... Big man... Huf, that was a good one, might want to check her fiancé out sometime later. And don't you dare tell me it didn't feel better than your ugly wife.]
"Yeah... Bitch just won't let me... Fuck her hole, you know?" I decided to play the roll she asked me to play, albeit very poorly. Yes, as you can probably guess, a woman is speaking directly into my brain, and that woman is no other than...
[Come on, just -fuck, wait, it's time to go back to Olympus, I- Ha, really need it inside me right now, I can't take it anymore!]
Yes, it was no other then my dear wife, Hera, who was pleasuring herself to my unfaithful act.
Zeus isn't my actual Mortal Realm name, by the way, I just perceive it as such, what is not distorted is my body -An avatar, per se. Somewhat tall, rocking those 183 cm. Brown, messy hair that blocks my eyes -not like I need them. Perfectly kept white skin, and showing some of my lean, toned body through the thigh, black and green, sportswear. What? Did you expected an old fart with a long beard? Sorry, man. My avatar, my definetly-not-stolen-from-a-game looks.
"Now, how will she make me return to Olympus this time..."
Pondering to myself in the reception of a fancy motel won't do much, so I grab my bag, check my phone, and take a step outside.
"You bastard!"
Before I realize I'm stuck in the ground with a sore jaw. Seems like she decided for the yandere route this time, huh... In front of me were countless women of all shapes and sizes, all in distinct stages of pregnancy. Most of them where a blur, but some did stand out, like that chick with fake cat ears and that tall as fuck Latino bodybuilder woman I met when I just reincarnated in this era. Said woman had the biggest of the bellies of them all and was currently punching the hell out of my face, It didn't hurt much, with most of my divinity still in this mortal body and all, but it still stung a little.
Eventually the girls took turns kicking me while I was still on the floor. I swear if I had a fully mortal body I would have started vomiting after they kicked my balls, a thing that most of the girls prefered to do. Hearing screaming and sirens echoing in the distance, I could feel my time coming. Lastly, the same amazonic-like woman from before hurled me onto the nearby freeway, right into a moving truck.
Ouch.
BAD END
RETURNING TO OLYMPUS
Once again I wake up in my bed, this time I could feel something wet rubbing on my thighs. I position myself in a more comfortable position in order to see just what that is and why our room reeks of lust. This time my body is one of an old fart with long beard, having more muscles than meat at this point. Wetness asides, I could never get tired of this sight every time I come home.
Right in front of my lays not the woman of my dreams, but a single small girl, roughly 130 cm tall, with a cute round face. She has a very child-like build; thin hips, almost flat breast, tiny ass, thin legs and overall... Flatness. Her skin, tinted just like porcelain, could have made you think she was a doll because of just how perfect it was. Her eyes, much like her hair, were a shiny shade of red. Said hair was so long it touched the ground when standing up. I don't know why, but I find myself strangely aroused when looking at her, some millennia ago I had to imagine her as other women in order to get it at half mast, but here we are.
The girl was panting like an animal, rubbing her mound against my manly thighs. She was wearing nothing but black, laced lingerie and a pink, belly-exposing nightie. Hera, being Hera, has not moved her panties one inch and therefore had been teasing herself for a couple of years now, not even touching her clit directly. That was one of the plays she enjoyed to do herself: she neglected her own need, avoiding orgasm by a mere breath before denying herself, never inserting any finger inside her tiny vagina nor touching her folds directly. Sometimes it worried me, like she would just pounce on the next guy she sees, but I want to trust her so I never bring it up.
As I open my mouth in order to speak with her, her eyes flicked with hearts for the smallest of moments, then pounces on top of me, assaulting my mouth without remorse. I tried to fight back, I really did, but in this state her tongue was far stronger than my lighting. Without wasting any moment, she took my hand and brought it into her nether region, I happily complied and started massaging her through her moist panties. Even the slightness of moves could make a very audible shlick whenever I touched her, this made her moan like a lunatic in my mouth.
For how long did we make out? At some point she started stroking my dick vigorously, her hand soft like a lump of clouds, yet warm like a mother's embrace. But as soon as I was nearing my limit, she held the base of my cock hard, making so that very little cum escaped my urethra.
She pushed me down, and within a blink of an eye, removed her underwear and my robes. You might think "Zeus! You are such a big guy! How could you possibly enter such a small woman!" First of all: Thank you. Second of all: My dick in Olympus was much like my dick in the Mortal Realm. In contrast to my gigantic, almost 3 meters tall figure, my dick was somewhat small and with a weird curve, but I don't really know how it got to that point since it used to be a gigantic beast back in my prime; it often scared the old Hera back in the day and gave me many complications in bed.
Anyway. Hera was straddling me like a lust beast, our breaths rough and short, her smell was intoxicating me as it filled the room. Unlike mortals, Hera had an unique smell to her, one that made me love her over all the women I have slept with. It wasn't the smell of a ripe, plump and fertile woman, but a sweet, soothing aroma that made me want to praise her non-stop.
After a brief moment, Hera rubbed my member with her lackluster buttocks in order to lube it with the mess that her panties left behind. Soon enough my dick was fully lubed and ready to penetrate her. She lifted herself, using my chest as support, and hovered ever-so-slightly over her folds, right before-
"Hng!" I groaned at the sudden tightens of her hole. She, as I expected, inserted it in her asshole instead of her gorgeous pussy. The reason was beyond me, but she refused to use her vagina to pleasure me. That, however, didn't stop me from enjoying the sensation. Gods didn't need to defecate, so her hole had taken the right shape to pleasure my cock enough to bring me to orgasm as if I was using a pussy.
Hera held out for a little while, mouth wide open and drooling, tears leaking from eyes. Why? Because I was carrying the sent of over a hundred women and she didn't even get the "right" to have vaginal sex... Or something like that was what she told me some time ago. After a long, deep and hard whiff of her nose, Hera started to go up and down on my cock. Mind you, she wasn't being very gentle about it. "I can- I can -Ha... Smell them!" Said Hera in between drops. "So many -Moan, woman! So many fresh pussies! Unlike -moan, My old hag of a hole you are having!" Hera took a moment to get closer to my face, a face that showed a great deal of jealousy, but a much greater amount of pure ecstasy. "How do they... Compare to this old and sagging whatnot? Are you frustrated? Frustrated that -Ha, You can't even fuck my old and wrinkly pussy?
The ache in my heart was too much to bear, so I stole her lips with a passionate force. For a moment she looked annoyed, but quickly did she let herself lose to her needs and instead a blissful look overtook her features. If it wasn't for my surprise attack, I wouldn't even have had managed to get a kiss from her, much less a lover's kiss like the one we are having right now. With each movement of my tongue, her rectum tightened more and more. She might have had the lead some time ago, but now it was my time to show her my love for her, to prove her that no woman will be able to steal me from her side.
Our sloppy sex was coming to a close, for I could feel myself reaching my limit and she hers. I took my mouth off of hers and started sucking on her near-nonexistent breast and placed my firm hands on her bottom so that I could thrust up with all my might. If it wasn't for her doing, one could hear her moan from all over Olympus. With one final, particularly strong, thrust, I let loose inside of her ass just as Hera howls with her first orgasm in years of teasing, her insides tightening beyond comfort.
Afterglow washed us up, leaving us with heavy panting. We just layed there, Hera resting on my chest with my member slowly softening in her hole. I gently started to pet her her head, rustling her already messy hair some more. While she did tell me to stop doing that, specially in public, I could see thru her mask and watch as a tender smile slowly formed on her face.
"Dear, please talk to me, I did that in the spur of the moment, I didn't mean to offend you."
". . ."
Right now I'm talking to the post-coital Hera, also known to me as the "Why Did You Fucked Me Like You Love Me, Dumbass?" This was due to the loving kiss I gave her during sex. You see, due to her, ahem, peculiar, fetish, she hates it when I do something romantic during sex -something that, mind you, is near-impossible for me due to my oath of faithfulness I made to her long time ago. One could call this a really "Trsundere Moment", but...
"Ugh!?" just as I was about to say something else, I felt a really strong punch to my gut. Well, at least she won't aim for the dick anymore... I could hear laughter coming from all of the other Gods around us. Ah, yes, we were currently looking for more material for her "plays", as we were currently in the marketplace of Olympus.
Ah, Olympus, my sweet, sweet domain. Full of bright and lively trees, grass, and a never-ending summer breeze. It's always nice to take a stroll whenever I'm not indulging myself in either of Hera's requests, or my hobbies.
Anyways. Hera was giving me the cold shoulder, as per usual, the other Gods were mocking me, as per usual, the other Goddesses were looking at me with disgust due to me carrying so many scents, as per usual. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even the Head God here... We finish our Memory Fragment shopping and are now heading home. What? You really expect us Gods to be able to see what every human in the Mortal Realm does? That's a job for the lesser Heroes to do so that they can record them in Memory Fragments; Don't make me laugh!
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the most pathetic couple of all Olympus." Ah, shit, he showed up. It is to note that mi lovely wife is wearing the same kind of clothes she was wearing on my arrival, so that caused a couple of envious looks stab me like a thousand spears. This cunt was brave enough come and talk to her. Wearing nothing bur a luxurious tuxedo -which had the buttons undone to show off his firm 8-pack, Chronos took one step forward towards my wife. "Hera! So lovely to see you here! Mind if I carry those heavy Memory Fragments for you?" The intentions were very much clear: he wanted to fuck my wife and claim her his.
I, however, didn't stand for this. "Hey bastard, mind your own fucking-!" Mi tiny wife lifted her hand towards me, making me shut up instantly, almost as if my body was trained that way. Somehow, I managed to pull away from the flirty playboy. Yeah, Chronos, being a Mayor God, managed to fuck every wife in Olympus multiples times. What could one do against that? He was created that way, so going against his behavior was like going against the Greater Ones.
My wife, much to my dismay, put on an unnaturally sweet voice. "Chronos, my senior! I would gladly accept your help!" The douchebag huffed at me in victory right before my "weak and fragile" woman kicked him right in the shins, making him fall to his knees out of shock and pain. I let out a sigh of relief; this was going as it always did. Hera slowly formed a more cruel, unlady-like expression when speaking to Chronos. "First, be a chump and kindly lick feet -I think there is some of my hubby's cum on them." She made sure to put a lot of emphasis on that particular word. She, of course, removed her heels and o' and behold, there was indeed dark cum stains in her white stocking-clad feet.
"Are you fucking cra-!?" Before he even could finish, my cute wife put her feet his mouth, Chronos, of course, recoiled at this, and tried to pull away. That was until she pulled out a pink, heart-adorned, 9-tailed whip somehow wrapped around his torso and arms, making so escape was impossible. Her whip was something unusual. One day my wife said that she had to do some business with a mortal that was calling her on the Mortal Realm, three hours later she returned with a thin blush, the whip, and her stocking slightly wet. She didn't comment on the matter but did clarify that she just punished the lad.
For some reason, I felt some sort of envy towards Chronos. That scared me a little, since I was sure I wasn't a masochistic pig. I think... I hope... After some moments of Chronos obeying the whip, and therefore the orders of Hera. She untangled the poor God and made him fall flat on his face. Not a moment later, the man was panting like an animal, his eyes devoid of free will. "Mi-Mi-Misstre-Mistress...!" As the mortals say nowadays: Yikes. At least he tried to resist this time.
So, what did the whip do? As far as she has told me, the whip could override a God's Authority and make them slaves to whoever held the whip at the time, and, if not put in another Realm, the effect could be permanent. Why did a mortal even need this kind of whip and what would they even do with it? However, when I asked if that worked on Goddesses, she just smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about it, Hun," with the sweetest voice I have ever hear her make. For some reason, a cold sweat drops from my forehead each time I think about it, but I digress. At least that fucking vixen is no longer-
"Here," ordered Hera as she held out the heavy Memory Fragments, distracting me from my unpleasant memory. They were, of course, memories of a man that loved to "NTR" his friends and family, and a lot of the Goddesses were all over them due to some asshole that is currently being kept on a metaphorical leash thanks to a very cute and very lovely lady that I know. The man tried to stand up and grab them, but Hera hit him with the whip instead. "Mongrels don't walk on two feet." It's scary just how many sparks there were in his empty eyes. Now having to fit all of the Memory Fragments on his mouth, he was lucky his jaw didn't break and just expanded like a cartoon character. The Greater Ones bless our immaterial bodies.
My Miss-, Wife looked at me with a cheerful expression, much different than the one of disgust she showed to Chronos, and kindly invited me for a snack. I didn't hesitate. Sometimes a smiling woman is much more scary than an angry one. We walked for a few hours, having light chatter during the way, we ate some kind of food from The Land of the Rising Sun; some kind of balls filled with seafood and sauce. Needless to say, I forced myself real hard to eat it, my wife gave me and apologetic look, but I understood why she did this, but I just can't seem to let go no matter how many years go by.
It was nighttime when we arrived at our lovely home, the Holy Saints waiting for us still showed some disgust towards my scent, thankfully they were too distracted by my wife's pet dog to bother sneering at me. "Spit," ordered his Mistress and so he did, letting a tongue out in excitement for the next order. Dude, you are drooling all over my entrance -Is that a halfie I see? Come on dude... "Clean," She ordered once again and the pitiful excuse of a Great God used his expensive clothes to wipe the drool off the Memory Fragments. After he was done, Hera ordered the Holy Saints to properly clean them, showing absolute diligence and not hesitating to grab the sticky thing off the ground. Why when I ask for a massage they look at me with disgust? I mean, they do it and it feels majestic, but it still hurts.
Hera, offering a hand that I gladly took, stepped inside the manor. My house was positioned on top of the tallest hill in all Olympus, and was made with the highest quality of materials. Pictures of my and Hera's achievements painted the walls, colorful and elegant carpets covered the hallways, mighty pillars spread across the rooms in order to support the 4 story-tall temple-like architecture. Sometimes it makes me wonder if it's okay to ask the Greater Ones for some sort of teleportation magic or device, but they would probably say something like "Thou must not forget thy place in life. Too much power will cause thee greed and wrath, something not befitting for a Head God." Whatever, dude...
After dinning -not like we need it, it's just for show and to discipline the Holy Saints in training. We head to our room. Thankfully it doesn't reek of sex anymore. Hera went ahead of me and took a bath to get rid of the scent of that asshole. As per usual, i wasn't allowed to take one until her lust calmed down. Oh, did I mention she was sniffing me every time she brushed past me outside? Yeah, that was one of the other reasons why they looked at me funny. Funny enough, they also lusted for affairs with mortals or other Gods but couldn't do so due to the opposite's gender sensitivity to other's mate's scent. Thank Chronos for that. What? The Greeks said that I fucked every woman in Olympus? Those bastards don't even know what Olympus really is, you know what they said about my cute wife? That she was "Childish", "Un-motherly" and "A disgrace to every whatnot that had to pray for her blessing in every alleyway of Greece." I mean, they are not wrong, I never used to find my wife particularly attractive, but still, it pissed me off! They also loved to invent or misinterpret our tales. Rascals, I say.
My wife is probably teasing herself in the bathroom, so that left me some time to myself, so I pulled up my "laptop" and searched the web for some mortal entertainment. Recently I find myself more and more intrigued by these so called "animes" and "waifus", but most of all...
Cat girls!
That's right, not only cat girls, moth girls, wolf girls, all kind of beastkin! My wife once called me a hypocrite and a "filthy weeaboo", it wasn't until I searched more into the anime I was watching that the shows weren't from an english-speaking country (since at the moment I only was watching series "dubed" in said language), but from... The Land of the Rising Sun. It took me a whole life to get over it. How did something so entertaining come from a land made by that fucking whore of a VIXEN.
Huf, huf, huf...
Sorry, fellas, I lost my cool. As I was saying... Anime, yes anime, not those bad memories. Anime is great! Got my wife to wear fake cat ears but they would always fall off from her head just by the sheer amount of force I was pounding her with. A shame I can't make her wear a tail, since, you know, she only does anal. Sob. Despite the fact that I said that our bodies are immaterial and can morph, we can't morph into something that isn't allowed in our Realm. And the fact that changing out of the form our Greater Ones have given us is considered blasphemy and I wouldn't hesitate to strip the divinity of anyone that does it. And me? No way I'm changing from my absolute hunk of a body. I can't thank enough times to the Greater One that made me into such a, as the mortals say: "Chad". Why I don't use a similar appearance in the Mortal Realm? I tried, and then, you know, made a whole religion about us. We aren't really supposed to go down into the Mortal Realm with our divinity intact, so I have to hide it some way.
The door eventually opens, making me close my laptop. "Don't!" screams my wife, making me stop half way through. She was wearing another nightie, this one going as far as her ankles and parting ways just about her crotch. Her cute, stiff and erotic nipples could be seen thru the thick fabric. Hera was now in her "Deredere" mode, which I thanked the Greater Ones for; she usually puts stuff in my but whenever she is "Mistress" mode. What happened to Chronos? Well, the sorry sod was freed of the whip's spell and went home running with a metaphorical tail between his tail. I swear, if we could be part-animal he would be a fox. I mean, the guy already has the thin eyes and orange hair.
Anyways. I put myself in a position that made so that access to my dick was easy and left the laptop resting on my chest. Wait, you are actually asking how did I get stuff like internet and a laptop in the Olympus? Well, let's just say being a Head God has a couple of benefits... As I was finishing with my self-monologue, I could feel a hot breath in my now-growing member. I really disliked this kind of play because she just smelled my dick for a long time, leaving me blue-balled for a while. And no, she won't allow me to jack off to porn most of the time.
"You were looking a those porn cartoons, right?" Oof, right on the nose. I could hear a slight shlick coming from her direction. Did she just bring a Holy Saint!? Realizing my reaction just by the twitch of my dick (Yes, really, she can do that. No, I don't know how), she says: "That whore ascended to Olympus just to taste my pussy," I could hear the Saint cringe at her deduction. "But I'm only yours, only you can taste me." For some reason, I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. Was I relieved she wasn't going to let a servant eat her out? They are both girls and Hera doesn't mind same-sex relationships...
I could hear the shifting of the bedsheets. "Whatnot," said my wife to the Saint. "Come and take a closer look to the cock that took me this morning." A few moments later, I could hear a very faint 'Yes, Mistress' and soon enough, another breath was sniffing my wood.
Holy Saints were a funny thing. The dumbasses of the Greeks sacrificed a lot of people for our favors, mostly virgin women. We had so many virgin, inexperienced women, that we designed a tale so that Holy Saints were selected by the Gods themselves in order to serve us as our concubines. While the story we gave wasn't entirely true, it wasn't entirely false either. Some minor heroes ended up abusing the Saints and impregnated them, this act making them into Fallen Saints and were immediately sent to Hades for punishment. The heroes? Well, you probably haven't hear of any of them. Me made sure of that. Right, back to the Holy Saints: They were used as servants, and sometimes non-penetrative sexual relief by us. Believe it or not, we have a whole brothel filled with them. We later found out that anal doesn't technically counts as "Loss of Chastity" so they began offering their asses to us, but not many of us were interested since, unlike us, they do need to eat and defecate. While us Gods can't get any STDs or any sort of illness, the burning feeling left by an "uncleaned pipe" was enough to traumatize some.
Ah, there I go again, doing these "Info Dumps" to no-one. Anyways, I've been looking at these "hentais" for a while now and my tip was dripping with pre from all the warm breathing it has received. At some point my wife told me to put them on max volume and so I did. Honestly, if they are not going to do anything today, I might as well-
Just as I was about to jack off, a warm hand held my erection. It wasn't devilish warm, fluffy nor tender; it was instead a little rough and somewhat cold, probably due to all the chores the woman had been doing in recent days. Slowly but surely, the Saint was giving me a handjob. "Oh my, I thought you were interested only in girls," I felt a growth of pressure on the somewhat tender had, and then the hand started to move with much more vigor. "Here, let me give you a hand, you fucking wench!"
The pleasure was steady, but not close enough for my huge cock to be remotely near my limit. "This won't do..." Said Hera, stopping midway and a yelp later, I could feel a warm breath on the tip of my shaft. "Open wide!" Without any further warning, she shoved the poor virgin's mouth into my rod, all the way down the base. Oi, is that vomit I feel? It better not be vomit... Regardless, it felt good to violate a virgin's throat like this. I get off from a blowjob, my wife gets "off" from her neglect play, the Saint gets off from the touch of my dear wife. Everybody wins!
. . .
. . . . .
Ok, this isn't doing it. Hera somehow catches my drift and makes her take my entire length again. "Suck it like you mean it, bitch! If you get my husband off I'll let you sniff my panties!" As if in que, the virgin starts to actually suck me off instead of just gagging.
Ah, this is life. Me, my cuck wife, and one of her cucked lesbian puppet gobbling on my dick... What is my life?
Eventually I finish in her throat, making her, once again, vomit on my lap. As I move my laptop away, porn at full max, I see that she wasn't really vomiting, but instead was somehow bursting out more spit than a human could ever spit. Interesting. "Show me that mouth!" Ordered her Mistress, whom was a breath away from orgasm. The Saint opens her mouth and lets out a very not Saint-like howl, cum popping out of her nose and dripping down her chin. While they don't need to breath like she used to when she was human, but she still thinks she needs to. "Swallow!" After a shocked look, she somehow swallows the thick, creamy spunk that filled her entire mouth. After some long "Gulp"s, she opens wide once again, showing that no traces of cum are left. Now, this would be perfect and hot as shit for my wife to kiss her right now, as she has now missed the chance to swallow my seed but not too late to taste it. But my wife, being my wife, she just...
Sniff!
Yeah, I'll leave her to her own antics. Just why did my woman develop a smell fetish? Not like I can say much myself... Anyways, The saint is now sniffing away at my spread-legged wife's damp panties whilst both of them touch themselves. I would like to have a go, but the Saint is off-limits and my wife is withing her own world right now...
With a sigh, I open my laptop and search for more anime to watch.
Some days have passed and now I was finally allowed to bath. Hooray. Surprisingly so, the Holy Saint we had last time didn't quit like most of the other ones do after "Their first night", but now she sees me with a scary glare. Sorry I made you straight...? Anyways, I was indulging in the newest entry of my favorite porn game, "eroge", they call it. The dude had a harem of all kinds of women; princess', quadruple homunculi, druids, you name it, he has fucked it. You can probably guess which game it is, since I use the dude as my mortal avatar and all.
"Hun," I heard my wife say tenderly while getting more and more snug with my ripped body in a post-coital state. "I have a surprise for you..." I raised my eyebrow and looked away from my laptop and then at her. Her eyes were shiny, a little too shiny if I may say -a shine unlike any other she has had before, just like the first time I layed with another woman while she looked.
I don't like where this is going.
"What if I told you that there is a way you can fuck all kinds of animal-human hybrids without violating the Greater One's orders?"
I like where this is going.
Hera straightens herself. "You see, a little bird told me that a mortal of our Realm is being assigned to be transferred to another Realm. I did my homework and found out that that Realm is filled with the kinds of girls i can't be." Ah, she is referring to kemonomi, isn't she? If so... "But there is a catch," I instantly froze. Someone would dare to reprimand me for doing what I think she wants me to do?
"I will let you take my vir.... Hym... My purity if you manage to impregnate a Goddess from that Realm."
I was doing some light stretching. Today was the day. The plan was simple enough: Kick the random mortal away, take his place, find my way into the Ethereal Realm of that Realm, fuck a bitch, go back, fuck my bitch. I didn't care how my wife found out, but all the records showed to be truthful. A random citizen from the Land of the Rising Sun was about to be hit by a truck, die, and then teleported to a pocket Realm where the God of the second Realm resides in. I just have to act like I'm a mortal and done, use my Divinity to blast away the land and find the secret to the Passage.
Naturally, this was going to be a long journey, so I left Hera in charge of Olympus, everyone was giving me their blessings for my journey, for if I succeed to impregnate a Goddess from their realm, we could visit their realm all we wanted. And yet, with such promising concept, I was still very troubled for what I'm about to do.
As the Passage opened, Hera ordered me to crouch to her level. She held the sides my head and looked at me with a face that resembled a mother letting off her problematic teen into college. "You are nothing like her, got it? What you are doing is different."
With a bitter smile, I replied. "Yes, I understand." I tried to lie to myself.
From all the crowd, none but one were looking at me with glee. The one that looked at me was no other than Chronos, his mouth forming an "I'll get her before you do." He was the very reason why I wanted to take her with me, but she protested. My journey was not one where I could just go, fuck, die, and return. No, if I managed to die, I would be at those Gods' mercy. Whilst not illegal towards the Greater Ones' code, What I'm setting off to do is heavily frowned upon, so dying was not an option, nor returning an escape.
With one last wave, I grabbed my belt, scratched my balls, and set a foot onto the Passage.
It all happened so fast. First there was a mixture of colors I could not have perceived before, shapes that hurt my soul to look at, thinks that would make one mad with a mere glimpse. But for me? This was nothing. I marched forward against the torrent, the wind cutting onto my skin. What was pushing me back? Could it be the will of those who failed to cross the Passage? Regardless, soon I found myself side by side with a young man that seemed to have none of the problems I currently had. "Where are we going, old man?" He asked me in the language I expected.
I scuffed at him. "You? Nowhere" With all of my divinity, I managed to pull up my leg and kick him off the Passage, his soul now lost to the many. This made so that the mysterious wind ceased from pushing me backwards. We hit the nail. The Passage expects a traveler, it just doesn't matter who it is. Letting out a sigh of relief, I moved towards the door-shaped portal.
For how long did I stood here? An empty, white void of nothingness. This is what we call the "Borderline", a place where only higher beings can pass through. There are, of course, exceptions to this rules. My appearance is what I pictured: Tall, long brown hair that despite it blocking my eyes, lets me see just fine. Lean, toned and strong body. But what about the God that was supposed to receive me? Was there a mistake in the plan? Where we found out? My divinity should only be perceived by another Head God, but considering the nature of this transaction, that might just be the case. If so, I must-
Crash!
The sudden noise spooked me, what was that? A window crashing? Before I could ponder any more, a door formed a couple of meters ahead of me, bracing myself, I prepared all kind of powers I could use to fight my way through. Nothing is stopping me from getting my dick wet!
"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" The door swung open and from there fell the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes on. Wearing an exotic, thick winter coat with furs of a creature I didn't know, colored in black, gray, golden and red, hey thick clothes couldn't hide her body completely. Bordering on the "overweight" scale, she had big, and let me tell you: Big badonkadonks. Like, my entire Olympian hand could grasp them and it still wouldn't be enough to hold them in. Not only that, her hips were very, very wide, accompanied with a somewhat thin waist, it was impossible to not look at her plump, yet firm, legs and ass. In what little skin her long-sleved outfit showed, one could see absolute no sag con her fat. When trying to peek under her long dress, I couldn't see nothing. Not due to darkens -the Borderline is very bright. No, what I mean is that there was nothing covering her... Her... Well, fucking jungle. I mean, I love bushy women as much as the next guy, but just how do you neglect your privates to such state? Lastly, her face: It was absolutely stunning. Enough said. Plump lips, long, curly dark hair that reached her upper back, small ears, long eyelashes, sharp chin. She was the full "MILF" package. Even though she was, well, fat, I could not see any extra fat on her neck or cheeks. And lastly: her skin it was a perfect shade of a mixture between cream and pink.
Hold it in, Zeus, she could be the Head God. No way a body like that doesn't belong to one.
She manages to catch her breath and, after shacking off the "dust" in her dress, stands up and -HOLY SHIT. Her odor. If fertility could have a specific smell, it would be hers. But... Something was... wrong...
"He-hello, Wanderer, my name is -ha, Ishtar, and I'm the deity of fertility and love." Yeah, makes complete sense. Just how many generations has this sow birthed? "We should-Should get this over with before you feel fu-funny..." She clears her throat, her clumsy aura suddenly vanishes and now a more dignified one takes place. "We have called you, for our Realm-, World is in great risk of extinction," she lets me have a moment to think. So far so good... "You are needed to take on the Demon King and vanquish them, freeing the lands from his curse!" Demon Lord? That could be problematic indeed. "We, the Gods, would like to give you the opportunity to take an item of your choosing! If it requires a special type of fuel to function, it will be done so that it won't be needed anymore!"
Hmm. Anything? I started to take slow steps forward, could it be possible? "Instead of an item, could I bring a person?" A little puzzled, she nervously answers that she wasn't told anything against that, so she thinks it's possible.
Suddenly, she yelps in surprise because I'm standing right next to her. Her aroma is almost addictive, but I digress. "Is there a limit o restriction on who I could have?" She takes a few steps backwards.
"N-no, as long as that person is not important for the timeline, you could-could bring anyone..." She started to sweat, probably made easier due to all the extra fat in her limbs. I wonder, is her stomach fat, too? "Mortal-, Sir... Are you perhaps not feeling... Funny?" Her Facade slowly crumbling, I could hear a tingle of desire in her voice.
"'Feeling funny'? It would be impossible not to when such a beautiful lady such as yourself stands before me," Her back now is backed all the way to the door she entered from, I could hear her breaths getting rougher.
I slam my hand against the sides of the door, pinning her down against the "wall". Her husband must be one lucky motherfucker to have this piece of onahole whenever he wants. But I could see it in her eyes; the look of fear of betraying her lover -no, it was more in fact the glare of a woman who was neglected for far too long. Well, cunt, if you aren't going to claim her anytime soon, I will. There was one thing that has been bothering me: her eyes were always tightly shut, not even a single time did her eyes twitch. Was she blind? It was not rare for deities to have disabilities, often coming from they stepping the borders of that is possible within the Greater Ones' rules.
"Why don't you let me bring you and that juicy body of you into my journey?" My breath was clashing against hers. I then remember the words my wife said one time:
[I'm going to rest for a bit. Don't be afraid to lay a woman even if I can't see it. It's exciting smelling more women than the ones I saw you with, it make me feel more betrayed!]
Well, the only ones capable of looking into the Borderline were the ones the Greater Ones allowed to. Yeah, I abused a loophole, but I've yet to receive divine punishment so I guess this was okay to do.
Now, being the neglected lady that she is, no one would complain if I were to claim here right here, right now...
Without letting her react, I grab her chin -She was almost big as, if not taller than me. Probably ten cm more than me; Just like I want them. I go for the assault! I try to give her a kiss as passionate as the ones I give my wife, but, maybe because she checks all my boxes it ends up as far more passionate than the ones I give my wife. Regardless, her tongue is being overpowered by mine. Good, she isn't the Head Goddess, if so, this would arise some complication.
For how long did we kiss? This "kiss" was nothing more than a test of superiority between Gods. Though, I take pride in my Divinity and prowess. It may not look like it, but I could eradicate Chronos with just the snap of my fingers. The laws of course prohibit this, but the statement remains. The only way a Head God could overpower me is if they held in tow a concept stronger than thunder. And no, the thunder those mortals see on their lands are nothing but the residue of my power; They hold nothing but less than 1% of my true power. Yet... Still, it wasn't enough for that vix-
No, I have a beauty right before me. I've got no time for somber memories.
She said that I could bring whoever and whatever I wanted as long as it's not important for the timeline? It's a far cry, but maybe she was dumped with this tasking job due to her little to no importance? Maybe she is the breeding sow of all the Gods in her realm? I've heard of Head Gods being lazy before, it would just happened that the Head God didn't want to bother with this transition since it was so exhausting.
I part ways with her lips, then she hits me with a curve ball: She, ever-so-slightly, opens her eyes. I could see traces of sky blue, but it was overtaken by a very lustful shade of pink. "No... Can't bring... Goddess'... Laws..." It was very hard to understand her, with her ragged breathing and all. But I guess my attempt was far fetched. Instead, I opted for plan B:
Grinding my crotch against hers, I sank into her colossal valley and whispered: "Then... Let me claim your womb for my own personal use until you are carrying my child... Or until I'm satisfied." If it wasn't because I was "Zeus" I would have never said those words. The only thing in my mind was to mate with my beloved, and this bitch's womb was the shortest way to complete my mission and her request.
She lets out a soft, animalistic coo and then holds my head tight against her clothed breast. "That... I can do..." She lifts my head, ready for the next make out session when-
[Rebirth Gift Accepted]
[Initiating transportation to Realm: "Geo 02"
"Huh!?" we both gasp. 'Rebirth Gift'? Was that the gift that she alluded to? And why was I getting transported to their Realm? Wasn't I supposed to claim her womb and then they would let me go? While both of us looked at each other with pure confusion, the door I was pinning her against opened wide open and we both fell into the Passage.
This has to be the greatest case of blue balls in all of the Ethereal Plane.
A pair of enormous and slightly-sagging teats blocked my view. "Oh my, finally awake, Wanderer?" Yeah, the soft and smelly pillows holding my head were none other than Ishtar's plump thighs. Now, why did she showed up in the Mortal Realm, where Gods are only allowed to survey and not interact? She was 100% going to interact with this world's order, being my companion and all, but this just adds more to the mystery. Why was she allowed to do what she is doing? Why did we teleport to a ruined building? For how long will she allow me to stay on her lap? "Would you be a dear and please get off? My legs are starting to grow numb..." Tsk. I turned around so I faced her crotch, took a mighty whiff, and stood up. No, I wasn't a pervert like you think I am, I was only checking something.
Ishtar was no longer wearing her precious dress, instead, she was doting some type of tunic that barely covered her nipples and hovered pretty far away from her crotch due to her ample breast. Said tunic was white and adorned with different types of gold as accents. Her arms were covered in some kind of gloves that reached up to her elbows, but they only covered her ring finger for some reason. They were white, by the way, and so were her thigh-high, thigh-fit stocking that covered her toes in the same fashion as her gloves. In her neck, multiple kind of jewelry hanged from various heights, some even reaching into her valley. Wait, hold a minute...
I quickly grabbed the bottom ending of her tunic and lifted it. Yep, white g-string. Ah, she is so bushy some pubes go thru the fabric... She clears her throat and I ended up dropping the sorry excuse of a tunic. Really, it didn't cover much of her breast and the thing pared ways in her thighs, so it showed her entire, fat, legs. I guess she has more mobility...?
Was she erotic? Hell fucking yeah. Was she breedable? Hell yeah. But, something was... wrong...
Quickly, I shifted my pants. Yep, my cock is gone. Not gone, but the fact that it's the size of my fucking pinky finger says a lot.
Okay, not the only thing I wanted to check, but I guess the other thing will have to wait until I can ask her directly.
I returned my concentration to Ishtar, whom for some reason lacked any sign of rage and hatred I expected from a Goddess who was forced to partake in the Mortal Realm. "Are you perhaps done checking me out, dear? I might have to have a little chat with you." Hmm... Nope, she didn't hide any malice in her smile. For some reason she seems genuinely contempt.
I simply nod.
Breathing a sigh of relief, the first thing she does is to embrace me on a tight hug, punching the air out of my lungs out of surprise. Wait, air? Lungs? "I'm so very thankful of your wish! You have not idea just how bored I was in that cursed room!" Wait, wait, wait, slow down, girl! She, however, starts patting my head. "I don't even remember how much time I have spent on my room! I only had the opportunity to go out during ceremonies and-!"
"Hey! Lady! Slow down!" Somehow I managed to scream with the little air I had. I was released and immediately looked at our surroundings and myself. For once I was wearing my armor, -chestplate that covered my upper chest and shoulders, graves, all the jazz for essential adventuring. And we were surrounded by nothing but trees.
. . .
Is what I would like to say like any other "isekai" protagonist, but...
"Where the fuck are we!?" 'In middle of fucking nowhere' is the answer I expected, because we were currently in the ruins of an old temple, but the catch is that the walls have crumbled long ago and I could only see sand, sand and more motherfucking sand. Somehow the statue of a big-breasted Goddess survived the tale of time.
[Congratulations! You have acquired the Grand Breeder Class!]
For fuck's sake -"Status!" I shouted instinctively.
Status:
Name: !?@#
Race: N/A
LV: 1
Title: None
HP: 25/25
MP: 28/28
VIT: 20/20
Class: Grand Breeder
EXP: 0%
Attributes:
STR: 12
WIS: 14
FTH: %ERROR
CHA: 14
END: 10
LUK: 1
DEX: 11
Skills:
Mate Detector EX:
No cost. Passive. User detects the most optimal and fertile creature to mate with. Target's fertility measured by smell.
Analysis E:
Cost depends on target. Active. Allows the user to see characteristics of the target. May fail depending on target's level, mass and/or density.
Golden Fingers E:
3 MP/min. Active. User's skin is imbued with aphrodisiatic pheromones, causing whoever touches the user to surge with [very slight] arousal. Enhances pleasure. [Very slight] Boost to Lust attacks.
Love Tap E:
4 MP. Active. User's next unarmed attack deals an additional [6] Lust damage.
Perks:
???: Loss of Divinity.
Grand Breeder: Reduce Lust damage taken by 50%. Can now breed with any (humanoid) race. You have superior seed.
This Realm is totally a fucking RPG.
I sigh as I finish reading my Status. "It seems you know how to read your Stats, bravo!" Ishtar gently claps in admiration. Worst thing is: She isn't sarcastic, she legit thinks this is impressive. "Do you perhaps have this sort of System in your Realm?" Wait, these Gods didn't even bother to look up the place they were scooping folk from? My goodness...
"No," I answer while holding my many emotions. "But we do have stories of this sort of thing happening." Looking around in my field of view I see a little piece of text that says "Party", followed by my name -which was corrupted by the way. And then by Ishtar's. Looks like they even have this kind of things in this Realm. "But, can you explain to me what this thing is all about?" She then proceeded to info dump the shit out of me. To be honest, I was looking at her erotic body most of the time. Oh, and when I analyzed Ishtar, she just said "Ufu, what a naughty boy" with a light blush. It only showed me her name and race, which was Human. Great, I'm not the only one who was stripped of Divinity.
To cut thing short: My class is utter shit. Not only does it use MP -a precious resource that blocks damage for you automatically, but it's also a class she has never heard of before; she only has heard of the "Breeder" class, and it's one of the most useless classes of them all since all it does is increase your fertility and virility of you and as well of the animals you take care of.
Classes? Yes, of course. Classes are divided in multiple tiers, starting from "Lesser", all the way to "Divine" and, finally, "Grand". "Grand" doesn't mean that it's overpowered, mind you, it just means that it's rare and has a wider array of skills. She also refuses to tell me her class since doing so is considered very rude in here.
Skills are acquired through leveling and via the usage of "SP" (Acquired by leveling up apparently). Leveling skills can go by either using SP, or using the skill many, many times. Apparently, perks are gained automatically as you level up, gain titles, and so on. Since we are on that note: Leveling depends for every class; rouge-like classes raise level by looting, stealing and pick-locking. Warrior-like classes raise level by hitting stuff (Yeah, you can actually level up a warrior-like class by just hitting rocks with a stick). Breeder class? By... Raising cattle. Doesn't explain why I got a perk that allows me to mate with other humanoids, but alas.
By the way, did I mention that Ishtar is a very horny person? I mean, its not apparent, but it's difficult to not smell her wetness from a somewhat close distance. Oh, is that love juice I see dripping by her thigh? Man, I wish I had my old dick right now.
"Did you catch all of that?" No, but I just want to get this over with; I'm feeling kinda hungry right now.
Wait.
I remember now.
"Ishtar," I speak calmly, trying my hardest not spill the beans about my divinity -or more like the lack there of. "Am I a pure breed human right now?" She, of course, is really puzzled by this. Of course she is! If a sheep suddenly spoke to me and asked if it was a completely normal sheep, I would tell them that yes, they are, as a matter of fact, a talking fucking sheep. She stutters a bit, but manages to tell me that yes, I'm a fully fledged human with no traces of other races right now, since they didn't want to run the risk of me seeding races from outside the Realm.
Well. Shit.
Have you ever walked through a desert in the middle of fucking nowhere without the slightest of ideas of where you are? No? Well, now I can say that I have, because not even the fucking ex-Goddess knows where we are, because she has never seen a desert this big. Now, my theory is that she has lived a painfully sheltered life, and she has only seen some parts of the land she has domain on, but that can't be possibly true, right?
"That... May have some traces of truth behind them..."
Ahaha... I want to actually die. I don't care if this Realm's Gods lock me up in a Sub-Realm like they did to her.
Shift, shift, shift...
We've been walking for some hours now, and I can see the sun setting. At least the heat is not that bad. Currently it's winter; the real problem will be just how we will survive the night. Ah, Ishtar brushed past me. Again. Did I mention that she is a very horny person? Yeah, she is still horny, and it's getting harder and harder to keep my ding-dong in my pants; the only thing stopping me from pouncing on her on the spot is the endless cascade of sand that will surely fill her pussy and my ass.
Shift, shift, shift...
Has she noticed? Has either of the two noticed that I have noticed? As you can tell, yeah, there is something in the sands following us. I just know that it's female and just hit puberty, so I can barely smell her fertile scent. Not like I need my radar when she isn't very good at stalking... Well, as long as she doesn't disturb us everything should be okay.
While Ishtar refuses to tell me more about her, I found the atmosphere of her wanting me to pounce on her very awkward, so I started telling her stories of my achievements, leaving some things here and there left out so that I could impress her more. I swear to the Greater Ones that every time I tell her that I beat yet another beast or surpassed yet another challenge, her twat twitched, making so that more nectar squirted out of her vagina ever so slightly.
Oh, and I can't establish connection with my wife, so that is the other reason why I'm not pouncing on Ishtar's wet pussy. Yes, she told me not to wait for her every time, but it's like a tradition of sort for her to witness my first lay.
Shift, shift, shift...
Okay, this is enough. I tell Ishtar that we should stop for a moment, confused at my actions, I just turn around and look at where I sense the slightly fertile female. "I have withstood your foolishness enough, bitch! Just show yourself and fight properly!" One second passes, two second passes...
"Wanderer, are you-?" Just as I was about to die of second hand embarrassment, something jumped from the sand, straight to me. Naturally, as I was prepared for this, I dodged the attack, but somehow it brushed my ribs, leaving a small trail of something on my clothes. This bitch was serious, but I wasn't taking any chances. I held out my hand into the air and...!
Nothing. My signature thunder-like spear didn't appear. It was at this moment that I knew: I fucked up. I completely forgot about my complete loss of Divinity. But the thing didn't stop there, it abused my vulnerable state and tackled me into the ground. Shit! I should have made a plan B!
Activating Golden Fingers and hitting it with Love Touch with my fist, I sent it flying a short distance away from me. Struggling to find my footing, the thing took it's sweet time to look at me. It was a very tiny girl -and when I say "tiny", I mean it; she couldn't be taller than 70 cm! Was she a toddler!? But what irked me the most was her... Well, everything. She had orange skin, which was covered with some kind of shell, she had pair of giant fucking pincers at the sides of her mouth, which was a very disgusting to look at since I could see all her pointy teeth through the holes on her cheeks. Her limbs were lanky, ending with only three digits that had dangerously sharp claws. But the weirdest thing of all was her butt: She had a huge-ass insect thing sticking out of her butt. Her posture complimented this appendage, for she had a very notorious hunchback, this was reflected on the way her neck was attached to her head. Oh, and had very small breast. Yes, she was butt naked. Overall, she just screamed "Ant girl", but in the gross kind of way. When my wife mentioned "Animal-like" women, I didn't think they would incline more to their animalistic side than their human side.
Oh, and my fist hurts like a fucking bitch now. She was hard as a fucking rock. Was this the MP shielding in the works? Doesn't matter, I had to focus.
"Careful," said Ishtar. "She is a Lesser Worker Ant-Girl. There is a chance that she is going to her station, so there could be more nearby." Thanks, Info-Dump-chan, very cool.
I was waiting for her next move; without a weapon it all came down to reflexes. Next, she hunched backwards, hiding her "abdomen" in the sand, only to fling it really hard into the air, blinding me with a cloud of sand. This bitch! I tried to duck sideways, but it looks like she was expecting this, and so she waited a bit before her tackle. Now with my back on the ground, her face came dangerously close to mine. Looks like this is it, wasn't this supposed to be the started area!? Those pincers could squash my head like a watermelon! But she did something that I did not expect: She... Started kissing me. Wasn't she supposed to kill me and eat me? Shit, my head is starting to feel cloudy, was she sucking my MP!?
I tried to give her a punch in her lower abdomen, but it did little to no damage since she just started to kiss me even harder. I managed to look sideways and saw Ishtar just standing there, watching as I was being dominated. Wasn't she supposed to help? She read my intentions well, because she said "Without a catalyst to focus my MP, I can't cast any spells." She was a fucking mage. In a world where having lots of MP meant life or death, she had a fucking class that consumed MP.
Fine, looks like we are doing this the hard way. She is female, right? So she has breast with nipples, right? Well, my dick may be the size of a fucking hamster, but eons of experience still resided in my hands. Without missing a single beat I masterfully assaulted the ant-girl's nipples, making her moan in my mouth. Darkness was closing in from the corner of my eyes. By sheer fucking determination did I managed to make the girl cum before it consumed me, making so that her twitching body layed on top of mine.
"Status..." I managed to say. No fucking MP, 1 fucking Vitality. Looks like sexual moves drain MP and then VIT. I didn't even want to know what happened when I reached 0 VIT.
[Gained 10% EXP!]
Hooray, somehow I got EXP even though I didn't really do anything but make her cum. Maybe I get EXP if a deplete her VIT?
Anyway. I didn't fuck the ant-girl, mainly because it didn't have a pussy and I sure as hell wasn't going to stick it in the hole of her extra abdomen, but also because I didn't want sand in my balls. Ishtar was basically hugging me while we walked. We were thirsty, hungry and horny -the worst combination of them all, really. At some point I stopped talking about my stories and just kept walking. It was nighttime, so we settled with using my shirt as a mat to rest in. If only I could eat that ant-girl... No, bad human brain, she was sentient, we don't eat sentient things; that's just a waste of life. Not like we had anything to start a... Fire with.
It's cold, really fucking... Cold. There are... Two moons. One blue... One red-ish... Feeling... Drowsy... Hate... Mortal body... No... Poison...? Status... Poison... Ishtar... Calling... Name...
"Sleep, o' brave hero."
I... No... Sleep...
. . .
. . . . .
I could hear a lot of rustling, whispers and soft clacks. Where was I...? Remembering my last moments of consciousness, I open my eyes wide. First of all: It's dark as balls. Second: I'm upside-down. Trying to move proves to be in vain, as there was some kind of disgusting binding on my arms and legs.
"The male has awaken."
That voice sent shivers down my spine. Slowly but surely did my eyes adapt to the darkness, only for me to fall in pure despair. Ant-girls. A shit-ton of them might I say. On the floor, on the walls, on the fucking ceiling. They were everywhere. For once, in a very, very long time of my immortal life was I feeling fear. My senses were not dulled due my Divinity, so if they wanted to eat me alive I would feel every single muscle tear and every single blood vessel pop. And, what would happen if I die? My body was that of an ordinary human and my link to Olympus was still severed. Would I truly die? Would I be sent to this Realm's Ethereal Realm? How and why? This body had no Divinity so there was no reason nor way to sand me there.
Movement cut my train of though, something was getting closer to me. "Fear not, male, we wish to do no harm to you, for you are valuable to us." Valuable? So They weren't going to fucking kill me? Taking some steps closer, the thing finally came to a distance that the very dim light of the room allowed me to see her. Now, I don't know about ant-girls, but that thing just oozes "Ant-Girl Queen" Vibes. She was as tall as me, had much bigger breast and much prettier skin as well as some sexy abs.
That's where the attractiveness ends.
She had 6 ant-like legs connected to an ant-like abdomen that supported her human-like one. She had 4 fucking arms that ended the same way the Lesser Worker did. She had twice as many fucking pincers and teeth, she had 4 fucking insect-like eyes, and two fucking antennas coming out of her forehead.
"Fear not, for we have set free your female friend." Nah, girl, that useless ex-Goddess is the last thing in my fucking mind right now. She reaches out to me, brushes past the sticky membrane-like thing that is binding my limbs, and ends up caressing my cheeks. "You are different than the other males. You have strong seed withing you. You will father a generation capable of spreading fear through the Overworld. You just need a little... Push."
Hell no. Hell. FUCKING. no. She opened her mouth and some kind of fleshy, disgusting green tube escaped her throat. I didn't know what that was, I just knew I had to keep my mouth shut or I would be a fucking goner, let me tell you what.
It was no use, of course. In this world where fucking numbers determined your strength, this thing had absolute no problem prying my mouth open and my head still. I didn't even bother to fight. This was my end. I would never get to fuck my wife right in the pussy. Fuck, I doubt I would even get pussy here, not like her abdomen was carrying an extra entrance for her eggs to be fertilized from. Her thing entered my mouth, then my throat, and then began to slowly pour some kind of liquid into me. With each pulse I could feel more and more cloudy, that was probably some kind of brain washing juice, because the need to fertilize her eggs became the only thing in my mind.
Honey.
I'm sorry.
The last thing I feel is the cold yet warm embrace of a woman, pulling me downwards without stopping.
BAD END
BECAME THE SEEDER OF CHAOS
RETURNING TAKEN TO OLYMPUS ???
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Welp, that was one hell of a writing process. If somehow anyone reads this, you can tell me if you want a specific kind of monster girl in the comments! Updates will take from 4 to 6 days, so expect weekly chapters (maybe even a double upload?!) I don't really mind if no one reads this, since I'm just doing this for the lols and to win a bet, but alas. Thanks for dropping by and for managing to read this cursed thing! Do tell me if I made a semantic or grammatical mistake so I can improve my English, tho.
poor zeus
i want to see a hyperactive monkey girl 
Thanks for the chapter??
me likey
interesante historia, espero que continúe con regularidad
Ishtar pulling up an Aqua...causes Zeus to die.... This is good story
(See the Konosuba reference there?)
Looks pretty lit.