The Milk of The Divine

Note: This bizarre tale set in a long forgotten mythological age features the mating- and reproductive habits of magical beings and is in no way supposed to do justice to what courtship, pregnancy, lactation and motherhood are like for actual human people. In short, your experiences may differ, so Please Kids Don't Try This At Home.

The Milk of the Divine

or:

Mother Of Legends

~1~

Harper turned around again. She had been unable to find a decent sleeping position all night. There was the heat, of course, and her spiraling thoughts, but most of all, it was the obscene weight and fullness of her breasts.

As always after birthing something, her milk production had kicked into overdrive. Honestly, she thought she should try and give it a rest, sometime - just send away the next entity what came knocking, no matter how opulent and interesting their genitalia were. That would give her divine body some time to rest, instead of putting it through one magical turbo pregnancy after another. Gods knew there were already enough monsters in this world...

But that sort of decision could not be taken retroactively. Right NOW, she was twisting and turning around in her bed with full, throbbing milkers and nowhere to go.

Envious, she stared at her companions, sleeping peacefully next to her, as naked as herself: Her sister Daphne, who had never been impregnated by anyone or anything, be it man, god or monster. And Jaunus, a family friend who they had allowed to crash with them for the night. The bed was large enough that three or even four people could share it easily without ever coming into contact with one another. Still, Harper feared that soon enough, her frustrated squirming would wake the other two. She tried to hold back, for their sake, but of course that only made her feel even more miserable.

Stupid fertile demigod womb, stupid productive magic udders.

She stared at Jaunus, who was currently lying close to the edge of the bed, away from the two sisters, curled up with his back turned towards her. All chaste, as always.

In the great hierarchy of entities, Jaunus was classified as a "hero" - a human mortal with superhuman strength and durability. The boy's actual heroics, as far as Harper was aware of, were nothing unprecedented. A few minor monsters slain - mostly in self-defense, as they kept coming after his sweet heroic meat - and some cases of assisting villages of mortals in surviving your typical natural disasters. The humans were already singing ballads about him, of course, so there was that.

A shark-like grin appeared on Harper's face - the fact that her teeth were actually sharper than that of a mortal human was helpful in that regard - as she decided that she had another quest for hero boy. Time he made himself useful around here...!

She gently punched his shoulder. With a grunt, Jaunus rose from his innocent slumber, and looked up to her in confusion.

Harper put her index finger in front of her lips, and pulled the boy out of the bed with her. It took a while - unfolded, the boy was one tall drink of water. Mostly legs.

She brought him outside, to a marble bench in the garden, overlooking the desert. The relatively cool night air was a revelation all on its own - in the bedroom, even stark naked, Harper had been sweating like a sow. It was the twilight hour, and some far away creature could be heard calling with a melodious, haunting voice. Harper briefly wondered if it was one of hers - she had lost track of most of them. Demigods of the kind she brought into this world were so independent, as soon as they shot out of her womb... That suited Harper just fine, of course - perhaps ironically, she was not the motherly type. The needy helplessness of something like a regular human baby sounded like such a hassle.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she turned to Jaunus and patted her bosom. "Tits are working overtime, tonight," Harper explained. "They're killing me. So it's your lucky day, kid. I crave sweet release."

She briefly glanced back in the general direction of the bedroom. "And let's make it snappy. I don't want to get another inflammation. If I have to endure another one of Daphne's sermons when I ask her to heal me, I'll barf myself to death."

Jaunus wrinkled his nose, which admittedly looked kind of cute on him. Visibly still sleepy, he asked: "Can't you just... milk it out yourself, or something...?"

Harper sighed. "I already got two whole rooms of amphoras full with the stuff. I suggested selling it to the humans, but Daphne completely lost her shit over that. And I'm not just spraying it out into the landscape again - last time I did that, it created a jungle full of magic talking varmints. Talking AND singing. This is some powerful shit!"

She punched his shoulder again - casually, but with enough force that it would have injured a regular human. "And let's be real, you could use another upgrade, my dude."

He rubbed his shoulder. "Alright, then," he said, trying and failing to sound like he had given it a lot of thought. "But I'd like to properly wake up first..."

No such luck. Harper got up and sat down on his lap. She truly was impatient to make that pressure go away. It was nice, to feel his firm, warm thighs underneath her, sinking into her much more yielding buttocks. Perhaps she should try exercising again, strangle a desert demon or two a day, like she once used to...

To his credit, Jaunus didn't waste any more time. He leaned in, gently took her left breast into his hand, gripped it firmly, and put her nipple into his mouth. He did it right this time - opening his mouth wide, rather than sucking like through a straw. He almost made the dark brown areola disappear completely in his mouth. Good - Jaunus had been so clumsy, last time they did this, Harper had been forced to yell at him.

Simultaneously sucking and pressing, he started drinking. Harper smiled. Oh, this was nice. His mouth was so warm, and soft. He was massaging her. Her discomfort was flowing out of her, quite literally.

He took deep, firm, continuous gulps, methodical. Harper studied his handsome, olive colored face. Harper envied him a bit for his silky, pleasantly colored skin, next to her chubby pink, frequently sunburned flesh. He looked so earnest, his almond eyes closed as he concentrated on his task. Without skipping a beat, he let his free hand wander over her naked body, from the side of her face over her other breast all the way down to her flank and her thighs. It sent a delightful tickle all through her person. The boy knew his manners. The next time he repeated the movement, he started at her scalp, scratching through her hair. Ooooh. Harper had to bite her lips, or she would have kissed him. Now he reached her love handle again, and squeezed it. Harper sighed. The milk had started dripping from her free breast now, impatient.

As if he had read her thoughts, Jaunus moved on to her right breast, showing it the same kind of love.

His caresses grew bolder. He gently scratched and pulled her plentiful pubic hair, and drew tender circles over her womb. She could feel his reverence flowing into her skin through his strong, slender fingers. Jaunus never would have said it out loud, but Harper knew he was in awe, whenever he was close to her. Regardless of her actual station in the hierarchy of the pantheon, she had no doubt that she was a goddess to him. To those like her, worship was like fine wine.

He was such a silly boy, but Harper was glad she and Daphne had decided not to eat him, that fateful night when they had first met. Too bad he was going to die so soon - even if he managed not to get himself killed, and even if she kept blessing his sorry perky ass like this, he merely had another hundred to a hundred and fifty years to live, tops. In another year or two, he would be looking older than her. Humans were such ephemeral things...

In total, Harper thought they were at it for about half an hour. When he finally spat her out, Jaunus couldn't repress a little burp.

"Excuse YOU, good sir," Harper teased. She lightly patted him on his stomach, now round and firm like a cute little drum.

She got up, noting with delight that she was leaving some sticky wetness on his muscular thighs. She politely pretended not to notice his pretty erection.

She stretched like a cat, and then held up her breasts, checking the weight. "Nice. That's much better. Thanks, Jaunus!" She sang.

"Anytime, boss," Jaunus sighed, scratching his head again.

"How about you? Feeling any different, yet?"

Janus shook his head. "Just, you know. Bloated."

"Give it a minute. You still need to digest. Hehe. Anyway..."

He looked at her, narrowing his eyes. "Don't say it, Harper...!"

"It's such a weight off my chest..."

"Aaand she said it. Great." That deflated the boy's raging erection, at least.

~2~

At breakfast, Daphne, Harper and Jaunus were startled by the approaching sound of booming footsteps.

Daphne and Harper had been feasting on fruit and nectar from their garden oasis, while Jaunus had curiously insisted that he wasn't especially hungry this morning, just asking for a glass of cool spring water as he was discreetly rubbing his tummy. All three had put on their togas, like proper civilized creatures. Daphne, especially civilized, had even put on make-up and woven flowers and pearls into her hair. Barf.

Seeing the massive figure appear in their doorway - the doorway was about three meters by three meters tall, and the visitor almost filled it out completely - Daphne perked up and smiled. "Pabotherium! Come, sit with us."

"Greetings, my aunt," Pabotherium grunted.

"Uhm, hi, Pabo!" Janus said, sitting up straight and straightening his clothes, as if trying to look more respectable. Cute.

In power, Jaunus and Pabotherium were about evenly matched, by Harper's account. Pabo was quite the sight, a mountain of muscles covered in pitch black fur, sparkling as if it had been showered in gold dust. Limited agility, though. Pabo would have been able to crush Jaunus' skull with ease, but it was unclear if they would have been able to catch Jaunus in the first place.

"Jaunus," Pabotherium conceded before turning to Harper. "Mother, we have to talk."

Harper sighed, and turned her attention back to her cup of nectar. "We have been over this, kid. Call me Harper. 'Mother' was your celestial grandmother, and she and dear grandpa would suck the flesh right off your stupid sturdy bones, if they ever learned of your existence. Have some nectar."

"I need your help, Mother," Pabotherium said, unfazed. "The village is in danger."

"The village is ALWAYS in danger. They're humans. It's their whole deal. YOU decided to be a 'village guardian'. Comes with the territory. I'll spare you the speech, you've heard it often enough."

"I cannot do this without you, Mother," Pabo said. "I tried to fight him off. He catapulted me into a mountain, Mother."

Harper raised her eyebrows. "He? An old flame of mine, perhaps?"

"I do not know, Mother," Pabo said, in a tone that made it clear they didn't WANT to know, regardless. "Either way, I need your help."

Harper pointed at Jaunus with her thumb. "Take the boy with you. Maybe together, you can get rid of the creep."

"I'd be glad to help," Jaunus insisted, failing, as always, to play it cool.

Pabotherium shook their head. "He specifically asked for you, Mother."

Harper grinned. "What? You want me to fuck him?"

She never missed a chance to gross her children out, and seeing the flicker in Pabo's glowing yellow eyes, she knew she had succeeded once again.

"I want you to KILL him, Mother."

"Maybe you could reason with him?" Her little sister proposed, because of course.

Pabo shook their head once more. "He is not the reasoning type. He is the type who doesn't really seem to understand the concept. He is a primal one. Physical. Mother..."

"Eh. That sounds like so much work," Harper protested. "Sun is barely even up, yet... Can't we just get you another village? Or better yet, wait a century or two, until a new tribe moves in... That always happens, eventually."

Daphne kicked her under the table, and gave her a look that would have given her instant explosive diarrhea, if she had been a mortal.

"Fiiiine," Harper groaned. "Let's do this, then. Everybody, let's have a look at that big scary monster of Pabo's."

To her annoyance, she could already feel her damn tits filling up again. What a great way to start the day.

~3~

Pabo's village wasn't too far removed from their oasis, at least. It was, admittedly, a pretty little place, white houses with red tiled roofs huddled together like an anthill, decorated with blue flowers and surrounded by plentiful olive groves.

Harper spotted tiny little clay figurines decorating various spots around the area, clearly modeled after none other than Pabotherium. Harper knew Pabo well enough to be certain that they had never asked to be worshipped. And maybe this wasn't worship, exactly. More like folklore? Most of the figurines looked like they had been sculpted by young children...

Harper spotted the problem immediately - it had made its nest on the main hall, crushing it in the process.

Wistfully, Harper thought back to the last supernatural stranger she had encountered. That had been another demigod, shaped like a giant stretched-out, eight-legged lion, the four middle limbs being one pair of human arms and one pair of human legs. His face had been that of an insanely beautiful woman, his pitch-black wings that of a giant bat, his tail that of a peacock - with hundreds of blinking eyes - and his penis that of a damn sperm whale. Most of all, that visitor had seduced her with his beautiful voice. His riveting tales of faraway lands had been a bonus, but that had come later. Before that, he had bent her over the stone altar in her gardens, first fucking her vagina, then her ass, all while whispering into her ears and licking her spine with his invisible, spectral tongues. They had been at it for hours. An excellent day overall. The pregnancy had lasted three months, the birth twenty minutes, and the result had quickly morphed into a giant black stag wearing a star-sprangled cape, who had ranted something about a "prophecy" and "capitalism" before storming away towards the sunset. That one had actually weirded Harper out more than most other births. She had asked Daphne what she made of this. Quoth her sister, with a somewhat uncharacteristic bluntness: "I have this hypothesis that your womb is directly linked to your brain, big sister. And I'm afraid deep down, you are crazy." That sounded about right, but HEY.

Harper shook her head, and tried to focus on the present again. She knew not to judge a book by its cover, but she already had a feeling the new visitor would be nothing like that previous gallant lover of hers. The wasp-like abdomen and big, beefy arms were sexy enough, but the goatee was unfortunately a total dealbreaker. Even if he shaved it off, the fact he ever even thought it was a good idea in the first place said a lot about his character.

"Harper," the creature bellowed as soon as it spotted their little clown troupe, "Harper, to me! I know who you are! I know what you are! Only you are worthy! Only YOU can carry my seed! I have found you, and now I shall impregnate you! With my penises! Plural!"

Harper narrowed her eyes as she walked the deserted main street up to the crushed village hall. "How about No, loverboy? I'm still sore from the last one, and frankly, he was a lot cuter than you are. More polite, too. I would offer you some magic boob milk, I am kinda trying to get rid of the stuff, but with that goatee? Urrrgh."

She quickly glanced at her child Pabotherium and their judgmental frown, before adding: "Also, uhm, thinly veiled threats of genocide. That's a big No-No. Obviously."

It was unclear if the entity was actually capable of processing the nuances of what she had been trying to convey. It stared right back at her, unblinking, and growled: "Impregnation Is Not Optional."

At that, Harper could see Pabotherium and Jaunus get into their little fighting stances, and rolled her eyes. If she had gotten a grain of gold for every time she had heard some variation of that line, and another one for every time some young "hero" had decided it was their job to "defend her honour", she would have been able to build two golden temples, one for herself, and one for her baby sister, provided Daphne asked nicely.

"Reconsider your options," Harper snorted.

He didn't. Without a warning, the entity pounced, sparkling precum leaking from his triplet of gigantic pink erections. Harper stepped aside, in a movement that a mortal would not have been able to follow with their naked eye. In an equally swift move, Daphne stepped forward and kicked the creep out of the village in an impressive arc.

They quickly headed outside. Harper figured it was best to take the fight out to the olive groves. Pabo hated it whenever villagers got hurt under their watch. Said villagers, by the way, had now grown bold enough to poke their heads out of various doors and windows. Pabo growled at the humans to stay inside, but that didn't have much of an effect.

The group arrived not a minute too soon - the creep was already dusting himself off.

"Actually," Harper said, licking her lips, "I kinda want to try something different. Help you help yourselves. A while back, I gave birth to twins, one red and one blue in colour, who spent their whole birthday trying to explain to me what a 'Pokémon' was, until waddling off in frustration. But I still think I got the gist of it."

Seemingly out of nowhere, she produced what looked like two connected slices of shiny black glass, and put them on her nose. She made a show of putting her index- and middle fingers to her temple. "Jaunus? Pabo? You do exactly what I say. When I say punch, you punch. When I say kick, you kick. When I say piss..."

"MOTHER!"

"Just making sure you're paying attention, sweetie."

The intruder had jumped back onto his feet by now, and leapt towards them with upsettingly buzzing wings, eyes wide with ravenous hatred.

"Pabo! To me! Jaunus, circle around."

Pabotherium planted themselves in front of their mother like a wall of meat, while Jaunus ran off in a wide arch. Predictably, the creep paid the human boy no mind right now, instead preparing to fling Pabotherium away with a swing of his giant arms like he had reportedly done before.

When he got close enough, Harper cried: "Pabo! LOW! Now!"

Timing was everything.

Pabotherium dropped down and slid right under the soft underbelly of the beast, where Pabo gave him a punch to the gut that made him curl up like a giant maggot.

The attacker's roar of disbelief and pain made the ground shake.

"Jaunus!" Harper commanded, "Ass-kick!"

Jaunus, who had arrived from behind, jumped high up into the air, and barreled back down, feet first, right into the hindquarters of the enemy.

The creep curled up in reverse, his wide-open mouth roaring at the open sky in frustration.

Harper licked her lips. Oh, she LOVED this. It was like parts of the battlefield and the fighters lit up for her, in her mind palace behind the black glasses, and time was slowing down, allowing her to make connections, identify strong points and vulnerabilities, calculate outcomes. The threads of destiny and causality were woven over the entire scene, and she could see them all.

"Pabo! Skull-breaker!"

Pabotherium got back on their feet, and brought both of their giant fists down on the creep's head. The blunt sound of the impact was very satisfying, indeed. No cracking, though, he had a predictably thick skull.

The confused and now barely conscious entity rolled onto its back with a groan, which was, of course, ideal.

"Jaunus! Again, hawk-strike!"

Jaunus jumped high into the air once more, proper little grasshopper that he was, this time with the intention to come down on the creep's gut, with his knees.

Unfortunately, the creep had the right impulse. He rolled to the side just in time. Dang it. Harper had missed that branch of the timeline. But the specific position he adopted gave Harper another idea.

"Jaunus! You got an opening, right there! GO FOR IT! NOW!"

She didn't have to elaborate - while getting up, the creep had imprudently raised his rear end, and thus, his giant, dangling testicles were exposed. Tapping into the momentum of his landing, Jaunus whirled around and delivered a magnificent punch. Harper half expected a ripping sound.

The creep's eyes damn near popped out of their sockets.

The creep was still shivering all over when he slowly, menacingly turned to face Jaunus. Oh-ho-ho, he was REALLY mad, now.

Jaunus had the correct instinct and darted off. The creature followed him, shrieking a surprisingly graphic threat, heavy with racist slurs. He chased Jaunus around and around, in a ridiculous circle around the olive grove. Pabotherium, in turn, chased after the creep, but since Pabo was by far the slowest of the bunch, there wasn't much progress.

Harper wheezed. "Actually, I think you got it handled now, kids..."

"Harper, he's gonna get KILLED!" Daphne cried, gripping her sister's arm. "Got another brilliant idea?"

Harper shook her off, picking the glasses off her nose. "I don't see YOU helping, really!"

Daphne stared at her incredulously. To illustrate, she let herself drop down on a nearby rock, visibly unclenched, and her leg immediately snapped into an absolutely unpleasant position. "Kiiinda needing my focus elsewhere just to pull myself together? But oh, I get it. I could just give him another kick, with the remaining leg...?"

Both of their heads snapped around when they heard a high-pitched shriek.

The creep had crashed into a tree, missing Jaunus by centimeters at best, and now both of them were rolling around in a cloud of splinters and leaves.

The creep recovered first, and crawled on top of the human, ready to deliver the deadly strike.

"Pabo!" Harper cried, "The stinger!"

Pabotherium, who had taken some time to catch up with the two other fighters, threw their thick arms around the wasp-like abdomen and squeezed.

The creep whirled around in a fury, but Pabotherium didn't let go, getting dragged this way and that. The chaos gave Jaunus the opportunity to slip out from under the creature.

Harper pointed to the destroyed tree. "Jaunus! The eyes!"

Jaunus nodded and grabbed two especially pointy and nasty looking pieces of wood, leapt on the back of the beast, and before his opponent was able to throw him off, he made it along his spine all the way up to his snarling face. He rammed the wooden stakes into it.

The creature threw him off with an earth-shaking roar, bleeding black flames out of its staked eye sockets.

In his absolute agony and horror, he finally managed to shake off Pabotherium, and blindly threw himself on top of them.

"Jaunus, the big one!" Harper commanded. "To Pabo!"

Jaunus grabbed a larger piece of wood, what used to be part of the tree trunk. He threw Pabo the improvised weapon, and Pabo stuck it into the creep's open maw. They weren't able to get it in very deeply, but that was okay.

In a final, superhuman effort, Pabotherium flipped the creep on his back.

"NOW, the BOTH of you!"

Pabotherium punched down on the wooden stake, with all their might. With a bloodthirsty scream, Jaunus descended from above, with an absurdly huge rock in his hands, hammering down on the stake, to bring it down the rest of the way.

Later on, Harper - who had a strict policy of tooting her own horns - would point out that the young hero probably wouldn't have been able to lift a boulder of THAT size, had he not very recently tapped into a certain source of awesome primordial energy.

The creep erupted into violent spasms, and shortly after, into literal flames. The fire devoured everything from his head down to his belly button, only leaving his lower half twitching and shuddering before it finally settled down.

"YEAH!" Harper hollered, stomping her feet in triumph. "THAT'S what I'm talking about! Motherfucker, wannabe? ANNIHILATED."

"Pabo," Daphne softly said.

Harper turned her head, and realized a second too late that she didn't really want to see what she was about to see.

Pabotherium's form was already getting swarmed by the humans from the village. But Harper could see that there was something very wrong with the young demigod. Specifically, there barely seemed to be any more connection between the left and the right halves of their body, below the collar bone...

Only now did it register with her that there was sparkling golden blood everywhere.

A strange sound was filling the air, and it took Harper another moment to realize that it was the wailing of the villagers. A lot of very small villagers, among that crowd.

The sound did something to Harper's insides. Something she didn't much care for. It was as if their voices had reached inside of her, synchronizing with something within her being. Maybe it had been a mistake, when Daphne and her had decided to permanently settle into a humanoid form, as children... all those centuries ago.

"Harper," Daphne said, more forcefully now. "We have to go. We have to take Pabotherium home. We don't have much time. Jaunus!"

While the two sisters and Jaunus would have been able to carry Pabotherium on their own, the fact that so many human volunteers were ready to do their part might have been the only reason they made it back to their oasis fast enough to have a chance.

~4~

"The amphoras!" Daphne cried as they pulled Pabotherium through the doorway. "Harper, Jaunus! To the basin! The big one! We need to fill it up!"

As always, when Daphne talked like that, Harper and Jaunus obeyed without hesitation. Together with the helpful villagers, they ran back and forth between the cooling chambers and the bath. Filling up the basin, while Daphne was chanting and sewing what was left of Pabotherium back together.

Most important of all, Daphne prepared the antidote: Pabotherium's bloodstream was filled with venom from the giant stinger. Jaunus had ripped off the wasp-like abdomen, which Daphne was now dissecting to get at the venom glands, as the basis for the mixture that would hopefully neutralize the effects.

Finally, there was enough milk to submerge the mangled demigod completely.

The human volunteers were dismissed, but Harper suspected that they were still lingering in the gardens of the oasis, anxious to learn where this was going.

Harper watched from the sidelines as Jaunus and Daphne lifted Pabotherium into the bath. She reminded herself that she had given birth to literally hundreds of children, that most of them would have much shorter lives than herself, that there was no rational way to argue that any of them truly mattered, in the great scheme of things; indeed, the case could be made that none of them should ever have been brought into this world in the first place. Strangely, she could not make herself believe it at all.

Memories were flashing through her mind. Pabotherium was one of those rare children of hers who had not been independent right off the bat. They had been able to walk almost immediately, but their stubby little legs had been wobbly, and oh, they had been so cuddly, and helpless, a ball of fuzz with big, round eyes. Harper thought of little Pabo playing in the gardens, picking flowers for her. How long ago? It felt like yesterday.

Seeing the look in Daphne's and Jaunus' pale faces, she couldn't even come up with a stupid joke or snarky provocation.

~5~

Harper and Jaunus were sitting on stone benches in the hallway, lost in their respective gloomy thoughts, when Daphne finally stuck her head out of the bathing chamber.

They both looked at Daphne with wide eyes, and she nodded, an exhausted little smile on her face. It was as if fresh, breathable air had only now been returned to the world.

"I will tell the villagers," Daphne wheezed, and disappeared into the gardens. "Jaunus - could you get rid of the trash? I milked those glands for all that I need, for the rest of Pabo's treatment. No need to keep that carrion inside our home."

Jaunus jumped to his feet, and a second later, he was busy dragging the mangled abdomen of the slain villain out of the bathing chambers.

Harper stepped a bit closer to examine the remains, looking over Jaunus' shoulders.

"Three dicks, though," she mused. "Shame. It's so hard, to get good dick, these days... Good, hard dick. Let alone three. Maybe this was a mistake, after all."

Jaunus just stared at her.

Undeterred, she poked Jaunus in the flank. "How about it? You should make it up to me, seeing how you broke him. Not that your little human... features could ever measure up to something like THAT..."

Jaunus blinked. Once.

Then, with no further explanation, he dropped the remains, and stomped back into the baths. There was the sound of rushing water, and what seemed like barely a minute later, he reemerged completely naked and oiled up, leaving puddles of spring water with every footstep.

"Jaunus?" Harper smirked. "You alright, buddy...?"

Jaunus was upon her in a blur, grabbing her arms.

"Turn around, then," he said. His voice was surprisingly deep, now.

Harper raised her eyebrows. "Or WHAT?"

"Or I will walk out of this damn place, and you will never see me again, as long as I live. You wanna dance, Harper? Let's dance."

"Oh, if you put it like that..." Harper said with a sarcastic shrug that was hopefully concealing her rapidly growing excitement, and smugly turned her backside towards the boy. In a swift move, he bent her over one of the stone benches.

"What's gotten into you today...?" Harper wondered. "It's my milk, isn't it? Told you, you needed a little upgra- Ohhhh..."

Jaunus had unceremoniously pulled up her toga, freeing her rear end. His large, slender hand darted in between her legs, all the way up to her mons, which he grabbed, his fingers sinking into her plentiful pubic hair.

Harper gasped. Seriously, what had gotten into Jaunus? By all accounts, he should still have been the meek, lanky thing she had always known him as, but right now, she felt as if she was about to get flattened by a damn RHINO.

Her pussy squelched, already outrageously wet.

Jaunus, as if it was nothing, dipped his fingers into her juices, and lubed up like that, he dug his thumb straight into her asshole, while the rest of his hand kept working on her vulva.

His other hand had still been firmly around her arm, but now it grabbed her neck from behind, before exploring her dangling tits. He pulled, and squeezed, and a thin stream of milk shot out of one of her nipples, creating a slipping hazard on the floor. The sheer absurdity of the situation, mixing very well with the waves of pleasure and relief, sent a shiver down Harper's spine, and she let out an incredulous laugh.

Jaunus, it would seem, didn't really see the humor in the situation. With a growl, he leaned in, and started biting her all over the chub on her back and on her pelvis. Not breaking the skin, but leaving delightful, throbbing little tooth imprints.

His index finger was now working furiously on her clitoris, while his middle finger had sunk into her vagina, massaging her G-spot.

Harper tensed up, contracting her entire abdomen around the boy, trying to put as many nerve endings to work as possible as she was chasing after that pulsating pleasure. By now, she was furiously gyrating her pelvis, guiding the boy's movements. There, she could feel that the boy was climbing onto a very steep anthill. Not there yet, but he kept moving. Faster! Faster! A little bit further! Just a little bit further!

For a moment, she thought that he had lost it, but with one strategic shifting of her hips, he was back on track, pressing against her clit at just the right angle, and... a little bit further... Just a little bit further...

Would he actually get her all the way? When was the last time a human male had managed to do THAT? Her legs and arms were quivering in anticipation.

The orgasm remained out of reach. But Jaunus clearly wasn't done yet. After he had plunged several of his fingers into her vagina one last time, Harper observed through her haze that he was applying her juices all over his torso as if putting on war paint.

Then he grabbed her middle, his big hands sinking into her flesh, and swiftly slipped his dick into her.

At first, Harper was still too numb to feel much of anything, besides some vague discomfort.

But Jaunus let his penis slide gently back and forth within her still sensitive vagina, and after a few minutes, its walls adapted to the sensation.

Now, it is worth remembering, Harper had accepted all sorts of appendages into her person, over the years, decades and centuries. Some of them had been as large as the boy's whole entire body, only fitting into her at all through some spatial distortion. So obviously, there was no way to argue that the boy's size was impressive, or that his shape was extraordinary. And yet, he inexplicably seemed to fill her out in a way she couldn't really compare to anything else. There was a heat, radiating from him. The way he seemed to be channeling an almost indescribable mix of primal emotions and impulses, straight into the core of her being.

He was relentless. At first, almost agonizingly slow. In fact, at some point she groaned in frustration and tried to speed things up on her end, but he stubbornly keept it all at his own pace. Finally, mercifully, he accelerated, grunting with the effort.

The sounds streaming out of her mouth by this point were absolutely unholy. Later, she would even find that she had been drooling.

As they neared the end, the impacts of his pelvis against her backside were almost painful, fucking and spanking rolled into one. She finally crossed the point of no return before realizing that's what it was: It was like a wave that had started rolling from afar, and the closer it came, the more she was in awe about it. And then it flooded through her, flushing everything away. She didn't even hear her own scream.

Like behind a veil, she registered that the boy was cumming inside of her, his slender legs shaking against her flesh as well, his moans ringing in her ears.

Only now did the boy completely rip her toga off of her, so he could have maximum skin contact as he threw his arms around her, pushing his face into her, kissing her, tasting her sweat.

Once his penis had squirted the rest of its load, they both sank down to the cool floor. Jaunus flipped her around, so he could lay on top of her. Amazingly, he was able to slip his still half-erect penis back into her wetness; so eager he was to remain within her person. Every inch of her that he could reach like this, he covered in hungry kisses.

From the corner of her eye, Harper saw that the disembodied genitals of the creep, lying on the floor not far from where the couple had landed, were suddenly twitching, as if frustrated that they were missing out.

Jaunus kept relentlessly grinding against her clit, and after a few seconds, she joined in. With patience, they were able to rub out another orgasm for her, though a modest one, more like a parting gift.

When Jaunus finally, finally came to a halt, panting as if fighting for his life, Harper chuckled and ran her fingers through his thick curly hair.

"All better now...?" Harper chuckled.

"Yes," Jaunus grunted. "You are AWFUL, you know that?"

For the first time, he kissed her on the mouth. Tenderly, at that.

"You know what they say, kid... Never fuck your legends."

"Duly noted..."

~6~

Breakfast was awkward, the next morning. Daphne refused to even look her in the eyes. But they had danced this particular dance before. She'd come around. Harper, for her part, was feeling mighty smug.

Harper had a hard time keeping Jaunus' hands off her tummy. In just a few short hours, it had already ballooned so much that it looked like she was hiding a watermelon under her toga.

By the time they were done eating, some heavy, very familiar footsteps could be heard stomping down the hallway. Immediately, every face in the room lit up with glee.

Pabotherium stepped into the kitchen.

"Looking good, kid," Harper softly said.

Something curious had happened, where Daphne had sewn Pabotherium's body back together: In a line across their torso, the glittering black fur had been replaced with a row of golden feathers.

"I want to thank you," Pabotherium growled, "All of you. Daphne, Mother, Jaunus. I shall now return to my village, and..."

Pabo's eyes fell on their mother's steadily expanding midsection. The yellow lights flickered for a moment. Then, with a deep sigh, the huge demigod turned to Jaunus, who seemed to do his best to disappear butt-first into his bench.

"Is it yours?"

The human gulped. "Yes, Pabo."

Pabotherium sighed again, and stretched out their giant hand. "Walk with me, Jaunus? I'd like to talk to you. About several things."

To his credit, Jaunus didn't hesitate. He adjusted his posture, jumped to his feet, and side by side, the two warriors left the marble halls and the oasis. What exactly they said to each other was, of course, a mystery. But when they had almost disappeared behind the horizon, Harper could see them awkwardly put a hand on each other's backs, and she smiled.

~7~

Jaunus insisted on staying with the sisters, taking a break from his wandering hero ways. Harper had to admit that it was nice, the way he doted on her. Frankly, she wasn't used to that kind of treatment, from the usual demographic that fathered her offspring. Maybe she should give human males a chance more often. Provided they were all like this, of course.

Having a hero around clearly had its benefits. She sent him out on least half a dozen daily side quests, to satisfy her pregnancy cravings: Mandrake salad, drake salad, tuna, dolphin, cow cheese, ostrich eggs, flatbread with honey, lesbian albino camels. She didn't have the heart to tell him that what he actually brought her were leucistic camels, and clearly bisexual; he looked so proud of himself. The only thing he didn't get for her was "that apple, that grows in the ground", because that could only be found on a completely different continent. Bummer.

After about another week of this - and her belly becoming so huge she had to support it with both hands when she walked, groaning and feeling very sorry for herself- Jaunus was alerted by her guttural screams.

Harper had decided to risk a little walk in the gardens. She hadn't gotten very far, that day.

Upon seeing her flat on her back, screaming creative obscenities, Jaunus dropped the giant eagle he had hunted for her afternoon snack, and darted off to fetch Daphne.

"Crouching!" Daphne cried. "Harper, I told you a million times, you gotta be..."

"I'll be crouching over YOU, asshole," Harper protested.

"Jaunus, you gotta pull her up," Daphne insisted, "NOW, Jaunus."

Through a veil of red fog, Harper could feel Jaunus grab her from behind, and use his superhuman strength to pull her into position as if she was light as air.

"BREATHE, Harper!" Daphne said, "Stay with me. You got this."

Harper was consumed by an all too familiar pain. Harper had never been able to figure out whether human women had it better or worse than her, in that regard, but as far as she was concerned, this was plenty of torment to go around, thank you very much. Just the tiniest bit more than she could take, by her account. Time warped until a second felt like an eternity, and vice versa.

And then, as always, that feeling as if the entire universe was getting sucked out of her through her pelvis, all at once.

She screamed one last time, and then everything was bathed in blinding light, and the ground started to shake.

~8~

When Harper opened her eyes again, struggling against that overwhelming feeling of emptiness that was trying to pull her under, she found her two companions lying next to her in the grass, like dead.

"Guys...? Guys!" Harper croaked, taking a moment to recognize her own voice.

Thank goodness, that startled them out of their stupor. Daphne stumbled towards her, throwing her arms around her. "Shhhh. I am so proud of you, big sister. So proud. You did so well."

Harper let out an incredulous sob, and then Jaunus joined them, kissing her forehead.

When he let go of her again, he gasped, staring at her with empty eyes, utterly lost. "Where... Where is the child? Where is our child, Harper...?"

"She is alright, Jaunus," Harper said softly.

"I don't understand..."

"You cannot see her, Jaunus. The way an ant cannot see a planet."

The boy remained as confused as ever, but that could hardly be held against him. Hero or not, he was only human, after all.

"Your daughter is a goddess, Jaunus," Daphne explained as she dried Harper's sweaty face. "That happens, sometimes. It's okay."

Jaunus let his head sink into his hands. "We are her parents... I don't care what she is, she is a BABY. This isn't right... She..."

"Jaunus," Harper said. "She is already older than the both of us. Retroactively, she has always existed. Don't try to think about it too hard."

He threw his arms around her once more. "I love you, Harper."

"I know you do, silly. Everyone does."

He glared at her. "Well, you're not making it THAT easy."

"I know..." She reached for her chest, alerted by an all too familiar weight. "Urrgh... My damn tits are killing me..."

~Recommended Soundtrack~

Meredith Brooks - 'I'm a Bitch, I'm a Lover'

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