Metis sat up slowly, with a grace that defied the weight of her swollen belly.
With an elegant movement of her hands, she traced a circle in the air.
A membrane of bluish, translucent energy closed over us, a barrier of absolute silence that isolated our conversation from any prying ears, even those of my sisters.
“They’re there,” Metis said, nodding into the gloom of the cave.
“They hear us, but right now, they only hear emptiness. It’s time to talk about what really matters.”
I moved closer to her, but before I could utter a word, I stopped.
“You know, Metis,” I said, lowering my voice as I stood before her, “to think with the clarity this plan requires, I need to be connected to you. I need to feel that pressure, that emptiness that only you know how to fill.”
Metis smiled, a gesture full of intelligence and desire.
She understood perfectly.
She settled back on the bed, opening her legs and expertly removing the dildo, letting the semen that had accumulated for days escape in a warm trickle. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Without wasting a moment, I positioned myself and, with a decisive thrust, plunged my member into her, penetrating her canal until I felt the friction against the entrance to her womb.
The moan that escaped her lips was a mixture of exquisite pain and pure relief.
“Like this,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer.
“Now… now that the connection is complete, let’s talk.”
I began to move with a slow, deep rhythm, feeling her insides throb, absorbing every part of me.
“There are three primordial artifacts, Zeus,” she began, panting slightly with each thrust.
“They don’t belong to the Titans. They were forged before Cronus even thought of devouring his children.”
“Where are they?” “I asked, focusing on the sensation of being inside her, as my mind cleared like never before.
“The first is the Heart of the Earth, hidden deep within the mountains where Demeter often wanders. It will give her complete control over life and the harvest. The second is the Flame of Oblivion, a fire that doesn’t burn matter, but consumes memories and fear; it’s what Hestia needs to find her own voice far from her father’s shadow. And the third… the third is the Mirror of Destiny, an object that will allow Hera to see the cracks in Cronus’s domain before they appear.”
Metis arched her back, pulling me closer as the rhythm of my thrusts increased.
“No,” she replied, her eyes glazed.
“They must believe they’ve found them.
You must remain in the shadows.” You must guide Demeter to the right cave, let Hestia discover the flame by “chance,” and allow Hera to find the Mirror in a place she thought she knew.
If they feel they have conquered their own power, they will not follow you out of obligation, but because you will have been the architect of their greatness.
My movements became wilder, and she began to emit sounds that, were it not for the barrier, would have shaken the entire mountain.
“It’s a perfect plan, Metis. You give them the power to feel like queens, while I control the scene from the shadows.”
“That’s what will make you a King, Zeus,” she said, digging her nails into my shoulders as she reached her climax.
“Not someone who commands, but someone who makes the world turn where he wants, even when others think they are taking control.”
I came inside her with volcanic force, feeling her womb contract with a devouring intensity, sealing my seed within.
We remained like that for a moment, joined together, as the barrier of silence slowly began to dissipate, allowing the sound of our ragged breaths to fill the cave once more.
The sisters, on the other side, were no longer spying; they had retreated, overwhelmed by the intensity of what they had just witnessed, even though they hadn’t heard a word of our plan.