Greek Myth: Zeus Wants Me to Be His/Her (XXXX)?????

Huh? Guide her?

But he didn't have any experience himself!

Besides, even if something did happen, it's not like it would matter that much, right? And getting pregnant wasn't exactly that easy anyway, was it?

Eros already had a plan brewing in his head. Amphitrite's impulsive suggestion didn't really fit into it. Honestly, it sounded a little absurd.

A flood of thoughts surged through his mind before settling into a single sentence:

"I think your idea is… interesting. Still a bit immature, but maybe we can explore it together."

Rationality? You expect me to stay rational at a time like this?

In moments like these, instincts speak louder than reason. And this instinct? It screamed say yes.

He didn't know why Amphitrite was suddenly being so bold, but a true Sea King had to know how to seize every moment when reason went out the window.

She had already set her pride aside and used the flimsy excuse of "not enough rooms." And he was still hesitating?

No, full speed ahead. This wasn't the time for second thoughts.

He had to make sure this young Sea Queen understood what kind of consequences came with a moment of recklessness.

Still, Eros hadn't expected his first win to be Amphitrite. He thought Perseis, the married one, would've been easier to conquer. Who knew things would turn out like this?

Feeling a rare surge of respect, Eros gently took Amphitrite's hand.

Her face was as red as ripe pomegranate skin, her head lowered, unable to meet his eyes.

This was, perhaps, her own small rebellion against her father. After all, being forced into a marriage without even being asked was enough to make anyone want to rebel a little.

Compared to Poseidon, Eros seemed far more appealing. After hearing what Eros had said through the door earlier, Amphitrite had fallen headlong into emotional impulse.

Even goddesses were emotional creatures. Especially in moments like these, hesitation could ruin everything, so strike while the iron's hot.

With the utmost solemnity, Eros followed Amphitrite into her room and began what could only be described as a divine and mortal scholarly exchange.

Considering neither of them had any prior experience, this academic discussion might be lengthy. And challenging.

{Inside Amphitrite's room}:

Her breathing quickened the moment the door clicked shut.

Amphitrite stood with her back against it, robes clinging to her curves, glistening slightly from ocean mist. The coral glow lit her like something sacred and sinful.

Eros said nothing. He stepped closer, slowly, until their bodies were just an inch apart.

He reached out, brushing a damp curl behind her ear, then trailing his fingers down her neck to the edge of her robe. Her skin quivered under his touch, her breath caught when he leaned in and whispered against her lips.

"You sure?"

She nodded, voice barely audible. "I want this. I want you."

Their lips met in a deep french kiss, not in a way that is playful or hesitant, but deep and hungry. Her arms wrapped around his neck while his hands slid down her back, pulling her flush against him. The soft weight of her breasts pressed against his chest, making his pulse quicken.

The robe slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor.

Eros froze for a second, his eyes staring deeply at her bare body. Her skin glowed like moonlit coral. 

He bent down and kissed her chest, slowly and reverently, tongue grazing the curve of one breast before pulling her tighter into his arms.

Amphitrite gasped when he lifted her, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently.

He traced a line down her thigh, then slowly up again, higher, until his fingers brushed the warm, aching heat between her legs, her pussy.

Amphitrite let out a sharp gasp, her entire body tightening beneath his touch. That one teasing graze at her core sent sparks skittering up her spine.

"There?" he asked softly, lips brushing her ear.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Touch me… there."

His fingers pressed more firmly, drawing slow circles over her sensitive and moist pussy. Her hips arched instinctively, chasing every stroke.

The air around them thickened. Her breasts rose and fell with each quickened breath as Eros kissed her neck, her collarbone, then trailed lower, licking her body inch by inch.

The room pulsed with the sound of heavy, desperate breaths, bodies tangled together, and the sharp, wet slap of skin on skin as they moved in rhythm.

And when he finally entered her, their bodies pressed tight, each thrust pulling soft, breathless moans from her lips as he filled her again and again.

Their bodies moved in sync, every motion deliberate and desperate. Her nails grazed his back as she cried out softly, overwhelmed by sensation, by closeness, by the unfamiliar but welcome ache blooming inside her.

They lost themselves in it, in each other.

Meanwhile, Hebe had returned to her own room.

After shutting the door behind her, she flopped onto the bed and closed her eyes.

At that very moment, far above on the Celestial Throne, the Queen of the Gods, Hera, momentarily froze in her divine duties. She wasn't just aiding Olympus operations as she claimed. She was spying.

As Hera sifted through the information gathered by her incarnation, a complicated expression crossed her face.

Ever since hearing Zeus' comments about Eros that day, she'd started paying more attention to him. So, she sent an avatar ahead of him into the Ocean Domain, made an agreement with Oceanus, and infiltrated Eros' side.

The deal was simple: in exchange for not attacking Eros within Oceanus' territory, Oceanus would help disguise her presence and ensure she stayed close to him undetected.

She had been curious about Zeus' interest in the boy. His evaluation had been too serious.

And now, with all the information collected, her feelings were conflicted.

Eros and Zeus were alike. And not just in their hobbies.

Even in their personalities and behavior, there were uncanny similarities.

But that was all they were, similar. Deep down, Eros and Zeus were fundamentally different.

What lingered most in Hera's mind, though, was Zeus' talk of breaking fate itself.

She hadn't believed it at the time. But sure enough, Eros had survived exactly as Zeus predicted.

He'd even encountered the secret Ocean Goddesses and ended up in the heart of their sanctuary.

That kind of fortune forced Hera to recall Zeus' words once more.

"Big sister, what are you thinking about?"

Zeus lifted his head, pulling Hera out of her spiraling thoughts.

"I'm thinking of assigning the creation of the next generation of humanity to Athena and Prometheus. What do you think?"

Earlier that day, the gods of Olympus had gathered again to discuss the coming age of mortals.

It was one thing to conquer a world, and another entirely to govern it. Back when he overthrew his father, Cronus, Zeus hadn't really considered what came next.

It was only after the battle that he realized this job sucked.

He often found himself longing for his carefree youth in Oceanus' domain, where he had been raised.

Back then, everything had been so free. Surrounded by cousins like Metis and Eurynome, aunts like Themis and Mnemosyne, and the various Oceanid sisters and sea clans, it had been pure bliss.

Not like now. Now, he was overwhelmed. And even when he tried to have a little fun on the side, Hera was always watching.

The throne of the King of Gods? Frankly, not worth it. He'd fought tooth and nail for it, and now he couldn't even enjoy it properly.

Still, once everything settled down, maybe he could finally relax.

"Athena and Prometheus? I have no objection," Hera replied smoothly.

As Queen of the Gods, Zeus always consulted her on major decisions. But Hera rarely opposed him.

Creating humans was a big deal. The gods responsible would become widely worshipped in the new age.

Previously, Gaia had monopolized that responsibility. But this time, Zeus planned to entrust it to his daughter and a trusted advisor.

Athena needed no introduction. And Prometheus had supported Zeus even before the Titanomachy began. His contributions to the final victory were undeniable.

This was Zeus' quiet way of stripping the original primordial deities of their power and influence in the current era.

Gaia had already influenced three generations of god-kings. That needed to stop.

There was also Nyx in the Underworld and Oceanus above the seas.

Even Olympus still had traces of Titan influence.

Zeus' seat was still new. There was much left to be done. Rest would have to wait.

"Zeus," Hera said suddenly, as if remembering something, "I want to arrange a marriage for Hebe. What do you think?"

"Hebe?"

Zeus paused, surprised, but didn't think too deeply about it.

"That's your call. As long as you pick the right candidate, I'm fine with it."

A sly smile crept onto Hera's face beneath her veil.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be satisfied with my choice."

If Eros could use the idea of marriage to manipulate Poseidon, then she could do the same.

She'd marry Hebe off to Eros. Let's see if Zeus would still have the guts to keep pursuing him then.

And it was Zeus himself who had just given her full permission. No take-backs.

Besides, when Eros made that prophecy earlier, Hera had felt a bit annoyed.

So now, she would break that prophecy personally.

Why wait? Hebe would marry now.

There was only one complication. She needed to keep her identity hidden from Eros. If he discovered who the fake Hebe really was, things could get messy.

With a plan forming in her mind, Hera quietly left the Celestial Throne.

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