This story features cheating and a breeding kink. If these aren't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you.
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A lingering fog hung heavy in the heart of the ancient forest. The sun dipped low into the horizon, gleaming through the mist with sparkling light, casting long rays through the thin, tall tree trunks. The very air of these divine woods seemed alive with the whispers of gods and mischievous spirits. The lone cry of an eagle echoed through the treetops far above.
Two figures crept carefully through the underbrush, making their way through the towering trees. A slim man named Cuculius, a simple farmer in his mid-thirties, was leading his beloved, Chryseus, to the sacred grove that lay in the heart of the forest.
Chryseus was the most beautiful young woman in their village, barely eighteen winters of age, with full, heavy breasts that swayed gently with each step and heaved as she laughed. Shimmering raven hair framing her pale, round face and cascading down her back, and wide, curvy birthing hips that drew many a hungry male gaze when she walked through the market. Every man that laid eyes on her found himself struck with the urge to make her his wife.
But she had chosen Cuculius. True, he was one of only a handful of suitors her father had accepted, but he was madly in love with her. He had worked for years to earn his rank as the adjutant to the local meridarch, the social status that won him her hand. He was bursting with pride that it was he who would deflower her soft, virginal folds and bless her virgin womb with his seed. That he had risen to a social standing that allowed him to impregnate such a fine woman, wide-hipped, full-breasted, soft-cheeked, and bright-eyed.
The forest floor, carpeted with a soft layer of fallen leaves, crunched softly under their feet as they walked hand in hand. The scent of blooming wildflowers and the distant call of birds filled the air. These woods, it was said, were a realm of potent and unstable magic, where smirking nymphs watched from around every tree, darting out of view as soon as you glanced their direction. From Mycenae to the slopes of Arcadia, everyone knew to avoid this place. Agamemnon himself was whispered to lead his caravans around rather than risk arousing the ire of the energies within.
As they reached the clearing, an unearthly-round circle of treeless soft grass in the center of the forest, a sudden and unsettling silence fell over the place. The singing of the birds faded, and the rustling of leaves fell still. An eagle, circling overhead, swooped to land on a high tree branch, gazing keenly down at the glade. Beams of gleaming sunlight danced through the mist, as if specifically to illuminate the circle. Nature itself held its breath in anticipation of what was to come.
Cuculius beamed as he led his beloved to the center of the clearing, and Chryseus smiled demurely back at him from beneath her dark hair. He had brushed aside the warnings of the village elders, for he wanted to propose to his beloved in this most sacred of places, and to consummate his love with her there.
This was a holy site of the Sky Father, after all.
A sudden noise caught their attention. The eagle had swooped straight down from the treetops, hurtling directly toward the grass, as if to smash into it at full speed, but right as it was to impact the ground there was a flash of blinding light instead. The lovers reeled, taken aback.
A column of smoke was rising from the spot. As it cleared, a figure was revealed: not a bird, but a towering, muscular, completely naked man.
He must have been seven or eight feet tall, taller than any man they had ever seen. His body rippled with powerful muscles, and as he stepped toward them faint arcs of electricity seemed to accompany his heavy footfalls. Under long, flowing white hair and a thick white beard were a strong, straight nose, powerful jaw, glowing eyes, and thick lips that curled into a smile. His entire form seemed to hum with a distant but warm light, as if his whole being was faintly glowing.
"It cannot be..." Cuculius breathed, "You... y-you are..."
"I have many names," the towering man said, his voice so deep it seemed to reverberate through the trees around them and echo back.
"The Rasenna call me Tinia. The fisherman of the west call me Zis. To the steppe people of the northern plains, I am DyΔus. And to the children of these verdant valleys, I am known as..."
"...Zeus," Chryseus breathed, her eyes fixed upon the glistening organ hanging from between the god's powerful legs. A full twelve inches long and as big as Cuculius's forearm, its beautiful shaft was wrapped with pulsing veins, ending in a wide, flared cockhead protected by a thick foreskin.
The shining giant turned his head to look at her, his eyes moving up and down slowly, leering, luxuriating in the flow of her supple curves. As his gaze fell on each part of her body, that part seemed to subtly glow with heat and tingle with faint pleasure. She shivered, unable to take her eyes off the divine reproductive organ, which was beginning to stir, swelling and rising ever so gradually.
The farmer felt a pit of fear in his stomach. Seized suddenly by a sense of impeding doom, he gripped his beloved's hand tighter.
"My lord Zeus," he said, his voice trembling, "I-I have come, to beg your blessing, for-"
"My blessing," the god boomed, "will be given this day, indeed."
He looked back at Chryseus, "For my gaze has fallen upon the breasts of this woman, and my desires upon her full hips, and the ripe womb within."
Chryseus shivered and stepped forward, chest heaving and eyes shimmering with happiness.
"My-my lord," Cuculius stammered, "please, this is m-"
"Even from Olympus have I watched," the colossal god began, walking slowly, intently, straight toward the trembling woman, "captivated by your grace, your beauty, your exquisite fertility, Chryseus."
The young woman shivered and let out an almost-imperceptible whimper. Her nipples were hardening under her toga, poking through the thin linen, and her vulva was beginning to swell and moisten.
"P-please, my lo-"
"Remove your clothes, lay down, lift your legs, and present your ripe womanhood to me," the glowing god commanded, fiery eyes fixed on the maiden, continuing toward her, his erection nearing full mast.
"Prepare to become a vessel for my seed."
He was right in front of her now, his glowing eyes staring at her like a predatory animal fixated on its prey, poised to pounce.
"Please!" Cuculius shouted, panic in his voice. "Divine Zeus, d-do not-"
"With pleasure, my lord," Chryseus said dutifully, her voice dripping with desire, as she slid a toga off her curvaceous body, entranced by the towering god. The silky fabric slipped off into the soft grass, revealing a pair of round, heavy breasts, a figure that curved inward toward her waist and then outward into delectably wide hips and thick thighs. This could have been the body of a fertility goddess, so deliciously ripe for impregnation it was. Aphrodite would have been fiercely jealous.
