Daughters and Sons of Aphrodite

CHAPTER 10

[Note: all characters in this work of fiction are at least eighteen years old.]

[Note: contains incest-adjacent elements; please skip if you find that off-putting.]

After picking up Jonas at the naval base, Sarah drove straight back to their temporary apartment. Since he had ejaculated inside all five Rose Guards that morning, he was not going to have sex with them for another twenty-four hours or so. The pair spent the whole day, a Saturday, lounging around, interrupted occasionally by lactating women who would drop by to help Jonas build up breast milk tolerance. He did not need any practice, being naturally obsessed, but he welcomed the opportunity to drink from nursing women as much as possible. The women were uniformly pleased at his enthusiasm. Each left the apartment dazed and drained.

Jonas was too tired for rough sex, and Sarah did not press him, recognizing his fatigue. Instead, she had him penetrate her while they studied mathematics. She would get on all fours, he would open a math text and put it on her back. She'd have the same tome below her face. Their goal was to get him a head start on the fall semester. Since he couldn't get pregnant, and therefore couldn't receive Aphrodite's Blessing of Mind, he'd need every advantage he could get in order to become a top student in the Mathematics department. Most of his female classmates would get a substantial boost in cognitive processing within the next ten months. Sarah had tried to explain what it was like. The best way she could describe it was as if the world slowed down around her.

Jonas cleaned up the lunch dishes in the kitchen, then found Sarah writing in a notebook. She was on the couch in the living room. "What's that?"

Sarah held up the book, which looked like double-entry accounting ledger. In the right-most column was a running total. "I'm tracking your probable inseminations."

"How many?"

"Somewhere around thirty!"

Jonas' aching cock twitched and his heart tried to do a backflip behind his sternum. "Seriously? How?"

"Well, there's me, of course. I'm sure I'm knocked up even though it's too early for a test. I've been ravenous." This was true: although it was normal for adult women who'd given birth to eat more than men, to sustain their ultra-dense muscles, Sarah had been going back for thirds at most meals. "Then there's Veronika, her mom, possibly Coach Zoe--"

"I forgot that she was fertile!"

"She did have another man's sperm in her already, but just the one load, so you're in the running there. Then there's the five Rose Guards, and you said the gate guard was fertile too?"

"She said she was. It made me cum when the petty officer asked her about it." Jonas blushed

"You have a strong fetish for this, honey. So anyway, that's a possible ten right there. Then you went to the inseminatoria eight times." In addition to the five days of returning to visit Eurie, Sarah had taken Jonas to different temples' inseminatoria on the following three mornings. "Of course it's anyone's guess how many priestesses you knocked up, but given you fucked at least ten women each time, I'd say around twenty to twenty-five, maybe?" Jonas wasn't able to answer her, having turned completely red. Sarah's pulse raced and she lunged at him. They made out for a while, without having sex.

X X X X

On the following morning, Jonas was sitting on a bench at a picnic-style table in a large cafeteria. The building was cavernous and resembled an aircraft hangar. It was a few minutes' walk from his temporary apartment. Every Sunday, for the rest of the summer, he and all of his male classmates from Mt. Parnas Senior High School would be served breakfast together -- in a designated section of the building -- and then hang out for a while. The meal was excellent: pickled whitefish, grilled potato sliced with lemon and olive oil, and horiatiki.

David, one of Jonas' best friends, was seated across from him. "Dudes, my trainer, Rhea? She's like, fuckin' obsessed with anal. It's like, I try to put it in her pussy and she's like, 'You need more practice with my ass, honey!'"

"We'll just have to call you Ass Master from now on," Jonas quipped.

His friend threw a slice of cucumber at him. "You're just jealous cuz the girls think you're too plain."

"I've had anal!" Jonas said. "With a Rose Guard," he added, immediately regretting the reveal. How was he going to explain that one?

Troy Elissaios was a few feet behind Jonas's back, sitting at different table. He was surrounded by a group of hangers-on. "Right, Jonas and the Rose Guard," one of them said, voice dripping with cynicism. Troy had been widely considered the best-looking senior boy at Mt. Parnas, was captain of the wrestling team, and had gone on to place first at nationals in the under-19 age group. His trainer was Teacher Eleni, an exceptionally gorgeous brunette.

"You really fucked a Rose Guard?" Ari asked. He was sitting next to Jonas.

"Yeah."

"You're so full of shit!"

"No, seriously, bro! It's part of, like, this initiation."

"Initiation?"

"When a woman's gonna join, after all this training and shit, she has to go thru this fucked-up bondage ritual. I guess some pervy Rose Guards cooked it up a long ass time ago, and they all still have to do it."

Another friend of Jonas, Dimitrios, asked, "So what, you had to spank her or something?"

"Dimi, you actually believe this shit?" Ari asked.

Dimitrios shrugged. "Jonas couldn't lie to save his life. How do you think Samantha always beats him at poker?"

"She does not 'always' beat me at poker!" Jonas said, hotly.

"Oh yeah? When's the last time you won?"

Jonas tried to think. The last few times, for sure, Samantha had pulled her usual trick of distracting him by shifting her boobs around under her blouse and bra. Even though family district clothing was entirely unrevealing, Jonas' mind easily filled in the rest. "It's been a while. But it's not cuz I can't bluff, it's cuz she distracts me."

"How?" David asked, a triumphant smile on his face.

"She, like, moves her shirt around," Jonas said, truthfully. He couldn't think of a plausible alternative answer. Maybe his reputation as a bad liar was deserved?

"So what you're saying is," David said, going for the jugular. "We should call you Tit Master."

"No!"

"Tit Master!" Ari laughed. Jonas punched his arm. "Ow! Watch your strength there, dumb-ass!"

"Sorry," Jonas said. "But I am not obsessed with tits."

"Your trainer is Teacher Sarah right?"

"Yeah."

"Do any other teachers have bigger boobs?"

"No. Your point?"

"Who else did you put on that list they had us write up?"

Jonas flushed furiously. "Uh, I think Teacher Rhea, then Teacher Jana?"

"Which Jana?"

"Jana S."

David looked around the table. "Dudes, any of you have them on your lists at all?" Everyone shook their heads. "I rest my point."

"Traitors!" Jonas complained.

"Did you even have Teacher Eleni on your list?" Although gorgeous, she wasn't busty. Chortles came from Troy's table, although Troy himself remained impassive.

"No."

"So, Tit Master, how in Hades did you get involved in a Rose Guard initiation?" Ari asked. Dismissive scoffs could be heard from Troy's table again.

"This is kind of weird, but the initiate has to get kind of raped. It's not a real rape, though."

"So you were the kind of rapist?"

"It ended up not being even a simulated rape. The other Rose Guards never explained why, but I just ended up having straight up sex with Michelle -- she's the initiate -- rather than the role play."

"Dude you are so making this up! You read too many fuckin graphic novels."

"Am not! I even held a real CA-17 and saw a Nightblade."

Ari blew out derisively, and Troy's entourage was openly laughing out loud at this point.

"Why'd they pick you for this?" David asked.

Jonas wanted to avoid giving too many details about his selection. Being called Tit Master was going to be bad enough. "I've been training with my new partner Veronika? She's this super amazing weightlifter. And she and her mom came to our apartment."

"They came to your apartment? Didn't think that was allowed."

"Sarah said there's some committee that can give permission. And for top athletes, they bend a lot of rules," Jonas said. Troy, over at the other table, nodded his head. As a star himself, he had first-hand experience. Jonas continued, "So then I had sex with her mom, and she thought I'd be good for the initiation."

David was like a dog with a bone. "Your weightlifting partner's mom is in the navy?"

"No, no. One of her other daughters is."

"Okay." David's eyes narrowed. "Why'd she pick you?"

Jonas tried to deflect. "My stunning good looks, naturally." More laughter from Troy's table.

"No offense, bro, but try again," Ari said.

"My witty conversational skills?"

"Now we know you're hiding something!"

Once again, Jonas was having trouble redirecting the thrust of the conversation. He lowered his voice. "So my, uh, unit, is on the bigger side. And Jana thought that'd be good for the initiation. I guess she knew her daughter has a big vagina. Like, really huge."

"So you're telling me your cock's so big that a Rose Guard's mom picked you to have sex with her daughter because her pussy's a cave?" David was actively stifling a laugh at this point.

Jonas saw an out. "Just kidding! So, how's your training going, Ari?"

Aristotle saw through his ruse. "You're fucking serious, dude!"

"No, really, all a big joke! Just call me ol' Tit Master. Can we move on now?"

"Hades, no, dude! You're serious! I can tell!"

"Like I said, all a big joke! Ha ha!"

"Dude, show us your junk!"

"Fuck no! I'm not gonna do that!"

"So you're either a pussy, or a liar, is what you're saying?" David had a wicked grin.

"C'mon, just show the goods. We're all gonna see a bunch of cocks anyway."

"We are?"

"My trainer said we'll get to have sex with the same chick at the same time. It's called double penetration. Gotta get used to feeling another cock on the other side."

"C'mon loser, stop being a wimpy ass bitch," Dimitrios added. Behind Jonas, Troy stood up, although nobody at Jonas' table noticed.

Jonas could tell he was going to lose this battle. "Alright, alright. Mother!" He slid down his pants and underpants without getting up from the bench. There was no way he was going to show off for the whole room. "You fuckers happy now?"

His two of his best friends seated next to him leaned back to get a peek. The other three walked around the table.

"Holy Mother on the mountain!" David said. "Fuck Tit Master, you're Horse Master."

Jonas groaned. The horse comparison again. "C'mon guys, seriously?"

"Master of Horses?" Ari volunteered.

"Equus!" Dimitrios suggested. Everyone nodded. They had all suffered through Latin, which was one of the mandatory heathen language classes, starting in the sixth year of schooling.

"No wait, bros, I got it! Leviathan!" Ari said. The nodding grew more vigorous. "It matches his name, too." The historical Jonas was a hero who had single-handedly sabotaged an Amazon submersible called The Leviathan during the Tripartite Conflict. Apparently this story had propagated to the heathen world, albeit with a different form of his name, and involved a real, living whale instead of a submarine.

Too distracted by the teasing of his friends, Jonas hadn't noticed that Troy's table had been silent for the past minute. It was strange, because up to this point they'd been flagrantly derisive. Not that he paid them much mind. Troy himself had always seemed like a stand-up dude, even if his posse was a bunch of douchebags.

X X X X

Troy had been bored all morning. He was surrounded by a flock of sycophants whom he'd been unable to shake during high school. Three of them were on his wrestling team. Apparently they were going to follow him around throughout lower college as well. When they weren't sucking up, they were intent of mocking Jonas Pachis at the table right behind him. To Troy, that was like kicking a puppy. Jonas was on the weightlifting team, where, as far as he was concerned, only scrubs who couldn't cut it at a real sport, like wrestling or football, landed. And the dude, well, he wasn't ugly, but he sure was plain. Troy didn't think about the guy, to be honest. Right now he was thinking about his Trainer, Eleni, and the parade of women who had visited their temporary apartment.

While not vain, as such, he was realistic about his looks. Most women swooned over his chiseled features, which looked like they'd been carved by a master sculptor. It helped that he was a natural in the sack, and a quick study to boot. Eleni had never trained such a prodigy before, and had intense orgasms with him, every day. Almost every bisexual or heterosexual woman who'd aided in his training had later emailed to set up a return visit. Because of his status as a champion athlete, the Cult allowed it. Eleni had filtered out all but the most comely of these women.

Jonas was only several feet behind Troy, facing the other direction. Troy tried to tune out the inane chatter coming from his table. Troy's entourage was less subtle; in fact, not subtle at all, openly mocking the nerds, Jonas in particular. Jonas seemed to be spinning some fantastical tale about his sexual adventures with a squad of Rose Guards. Clearly the loser had read too many comic books and was compensating for some personal shortcoming. Now the dorks were trying to get him to drop his pants to prove he had a big cock. Mother!

The sycophants fell silent. Troy, at first, didn't understand why. Then he looked up. His jaw dropped. It was not easy to get Troy's jaw to drop. Even from across the cavernous room, the vision of loveliness took away his breath. She was wearing a black leather mini-skirt, exposing her bald pussy, knee-length leather boots, and a black leather cut-off suit jacket with large lapels. She looked like a statue of Aphrodite herself, except with oddly firm, enormous tits, and well-defined muscles. Troy didn't normally like muscles on a chick, but in her case he'd make an exception.

Her cheeks were flushed; he decided she must be nervous. It would be worth getting to know her, and all the other boys in the room -- the ones facing her direction, at least -- had frozen up. Troy thought he could get her email address if he talked to her. She also looked like she might be lost. What was this pinnacle of female beauty doing in a room full of guys? He got up and walked over to her.

Troy didn't forget his manners. Once he was near the blonde, he dropped to his knees. To his surprise, the girl waved her hand in front of her pussy. She didn't want vaginal worship! That was a first. He stood up, slightly red-faced. "Looking for something?" Troy asked. His voice was a casual, velvety baritone.

"Jonas?" the girl asked. Her soprano voice was a high even for a Daughter.

"Jonas Pachis?"

"Think so. Where?"

Troy couldn't keep the shock off of his face. For the first time in his memory, he was at a loss for words. The vision of loveliness shrugged her shoulders and brushed past him.

X X X X

When Michelle entered the cafeteria, she scanned the room reflexively, as she had been trained to do since first entering a military academy at age thirteen. It was full of young men, all soft as shit, none of them an obvious threat. One came up to her. She dubbed him Target Alpha, even though the rest of her squad was not present, so there was nobody to communicate such designations with. There was never a bad time to practice proper tactical procedures.

Evaluating his body language, she determined Target Alpha was confident in his movements and his looks. He was obviously interested in her, too. His footwork indicated martial arts training, most likely Standard Wrestling, the Orchid name for the Greco-Roman style popular in the heathen Olympics. Of course, no Orchid citizen would credit the Greeks or the Romans with a form of wrestling that they'd invented millennia before the founding of Athens or Sparta, let alone Rome.

As Target Alpha dropped to his knees, Michelle visualized three ways to incapacitate him and two ways to terminate him. Ugh, now he wanted to kiss her pussy! No, thanks! She waved him off. She asked him where Jonas was, but Target Alpha did not seem to understand. She recognized that this was not his fault, necessarily: she had to work on her communication skills. Also, she made a note to find out if Jonas' last name was, in fact, Pachis. Then Target Alpha's face scrunched up. Was he disrespecting Jonas? She resisted the urge to jab him in the throat. Nobody disrespected her man! But that would also land her in the brig for months, if not longer. She would have to find him on her own.

There were only around eighty young men in the room. It didn't take long for Michelle to find hers. She'd recognize that broad back and sloppy brown hair anywhere. When she got to his table, it took all of her mental strength not to put her palm to her face. 'Are all dudes really this dumb?' To be fair, her squad mates were not models of maturity during everyday life, either.

Jonas was busy stuffing his over-sized cock back into his pants, with his compatriots looking on. They were cycling through a number of juvenile nicknames for him, eventually landing on Leviathan. Michelle sighed. Michelle had watched video footage of the actual raid on the eponymous Amazon submarine. It had taken place literally thousands of years ago, when men were still allowed in the military. The hero Jonas' body cam footage had been preserved in an archive not accessible to civilians. If she remembered correctly, the Tripartite Conflict had been the last to allow male combatants. Too many were lost during that war, resulting in a substantial dip in Orchid's population.

"Hey," she said, feeling heat rush to her face.

Jonas turned around, blushing as well. "Oh, hi Michelle! Guys, this is Michelle. Michelle, this is Ari, David, Dimitrios, Alexander and Konstantin." He pointed to each of the soft idiots in turn.

Michelle wasn't sure what to do. One of the guys, David she thought, piped up. He stammered, "Are you in the Rose Guard?"

Michelle rolled her eyes. She didn't need to answer, as Dimitrios piped in with another question, "Do you have your CA-17?"

'What is it with dudes and CA-17s?' Michelle thought.

"Of course she doesn't," Ari said, punching the other boy's arm. "You can't carry on the island."

"C'mon," Michelle said to Jonas.

He put his hand behind his head, rubbing his hair. "Hey guys, looks like I gotta run. The All-Mother's Grace be with you."

"Her Grace be with you," his friends replied. Everyone, except Michelle, made a circle with their hands in front of their hearts. The Rose Guard rolled her eyes.

Tory watched in amazement as the impossible beauty left the cafeteria, Jonas in tow. His heart lurched in his chest. Jonas! Sure, he could lift, but that was for nerds. Troy walked back to his table and sat down. Her name was Michelle. The name tumbled around in his head, like clothes in a dryer. Michelle, Michelle, Michelle. Troy was not used to feeling this way. To add insult to injury, he could hear the inane prattle of Jonas' buddies right behind him.

"Dudes, seriously, our boy got hooked up!"

"Was that chick real?"

"Those tits can't be."

"That'd be heresy, bro."

"She fucks that thing?"

"Maybe Aphrodite sent Her avatar, just to fuck with our minds?"

"You jest, my dude, but it could be true!"

David slapped Dimitrios' head. "Moron!"

Only when they were outside the cafeteria building did Michelle realize she'd taken Jonas' hand. She quickly withdrew it, blushing. Her hand went reflexively to her long, braided hair, making sure it was well-kempt. 'Get a hold of yourself, Jerint!' she chided herself. She was too horny; that was the problem! The last time she'd fucked Jonas was nearly twenty-four hours ago, in the early morning hours before Sarah had picked him up at the base.