This is actually two stories, "The Father" and "Ambrosia". Literotica won't allow a story less than 750 words, and "The Father" is less then 200, so I squeezed it in here, because its very similar in both setting and tone.
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The Father
His sister Hera, in one of her moments of bitchiness, refused to share his bed this evening. Zeus, in his frustration and anger, held his mighty staff in his hand, using all of the power he could muster.
With a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning, he rained cum down on the ancient Greeks in the form of a mighty storm, impregnating hundreds in his wicked moment of auto erotic lust, creating an entire bloodline of new artists and scientists and intellectuals, gifted with the talents inherited by having a lusty god for a father.
"Jesus Christ," Hera yelled from two planets away. "I hope you're going to clean up that mess."
He smiled, leaving it unattended.
Most of the descendants of that one storm went on to write erotica on the Internet, posting primarily on Literotica, where incest is the widely preferred fetish of choice.
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Ambrosia
"You have to go over the guest list with me," Hera said.
With his back safely to her, Zeus rolled his eyes. His sister, the Greek goddess of love and marriage, was definitely not also the goddess of parties. She stressed out too much. She wanted everything to be perfect.
But parties made her horny, and she was a fantastic lay, so Zeus went along with it. Her sexual talents were the main reason he'd married her, that and because she was, after all, the Greek goddess of love and marriage. Who was better suited to become the consort of the king of the gods?
He picked up one of the paper cups to get a better look at the pattern wrapped around its side, and winced. The cups featured a parade of satyrs and nymphs engaged in a variety of curious, entertaining, and sometimes physically impossible acts of love.
It wasn't that he minded the pictures. They were both amusing and arousing. They just really didn't fit with the theme of the party. Satyrs and nymphs weren't very closely related to each other, and they weren't quite gods. Still, the goat hooves and barely nubile bodies had a definite appeal.
"Are you listening?" she asked. "Come on, the first couples will be here any minute."
He turned to her, glassy eyed but reconciled to his fate. Actually being married to his sister was very different from what he'd expected it to be. Obviously she was good in bed, and she was a goddess, after all, but beyond that, she really had turned into something of a matronly shrew. She had her charms in the sack, yes, but he could have shared them whenever he wished and still married someone else. He'd certainly had enough other lovers since he'd married her.
"First, all of the usuals will be here. All the Egyptians we know, Tefnut and Shu, and their two kids Nut and Geb, and their four chidren Set and Osiris, and the twin girls, Nephthys and Isis."
"Are they going to stay on opposite sides of the room, never talking, like usual?"
Hera gave him an icy, condescending stare.
"Set cut off and lost their brother's penis, dear. Isis was rather fond of that penis. You can hardly expect them to be more than politely civil to each other after that, even if they are family."
"So what? She made him a new one, didn't she? Odds are, she made some improvements on it at the same time. I'm sure she's quite happy with things now. I always see her smiling."
Hera continued down the list, ignoring his sordid observations.
"Njord is leaving his giantess wife at home, thank goodness, and more properly bringing his sister Nirdu, and their two kids, the twins, Freyr and Freyja."
"He finally talked them into it? But I thought they didn't..."
"They still say they don't. I think it's kind of cute the way they're so coy about it. But Loki insists that they do, even if they won't admit it. Freyja loves erotic poetry, I hear. There's no way she and her brother Freyr aren't..."
"Of course they are. I can't believe they feel the need to hide it. We're gods, for Christ's sake. It's what we do. Okay, well, who else?"
He'd let a hint of growing impatience creep into his voice, earning him a long, silent glare from his sister before she continued.
"Let's see, umm, and then we have the twins, Yama and his twin sister Yami, from India."
"Another god of the dead? And they both are. I don't know why the Hindus need two. But so's Osiris. And Hades. Too many gods of the dead. Why so many gods of the dead? It's supposed to be a party," he said gloomily.
"I guess gods of the dead like parties," she answered, "and their sisters." She added that last part with a loving, leering twinkle in her eye. She was clearly trying to lighten his mood.
"Hades doesn't," Zeus said, trying to be difficult. "He's into his niece, Persephone."
"You've been into your daughter, too, if I recall, and she's your niece, as well," Hera said a touch frostily. She never let him forget that little episode. "Oh, and Persephone's bringing Dionysos. He's bringing the wine."
"That little faggot?"
"Zeus, hush. He's your son. And your grandson. And your grandnephew. Anyway, he just looks effeminate."
"I don't see him hooking up with his sister, or anyone else, for that matter."
"He doesn't have a sister, and you know it. And don't even think about giving him one. You and that slut Demeter are not having another child."
"Don't talk about our sister that way, dear."
"Anyway, Demeter is coming with Poseidon."
Zeus let his eyes glaze over again. Poseidon was the smart brother, he thought. Dad always said he was smarter. He'd certainly picked the right sister to marry. If Zeus had known then what rang her bell, he could have turned himself into a stallion for her, too. Poseidon just thought of it first.
He got her eventually, though, without having to marry her. Fuck, he was Zeus, he'd gotten just about every woman there was, and Hera only caught about half of them. Too bad she tended to turn them into unspeakable monsters and things when she did.
But Demeter was a wild fuck, and Hera wouldn't dare touch her. She was almost as good in bed as their daughter.
"Are you listening to me?" Hera was asking.
"What? Oh, yes dear."
"Like I said, no turning into some outrageously well endowed animal tonight, do you hear me? Not you, or your brother The Great God of the Seas," she said sarcastically. "And no slipping off with any of the guests. The both of you are to stay in human form, with Demeter and me and the rest of the guests. Do you hear me?"
He grinned at her, reaching out to rub her cheek tenderly with the back of his hand.
"You got quite raucous last night when I took the form of a bull, didn't you, dear?"
Hera blushed. She really was sweet when he pushed the right buttons, and when he found the right kink to please her particular sexual appetite of the moment. She was a complex woman, a very complex woman. Hell, of course she was. She was a goddess.
