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Chapter 52

Atlas had gotten enough of a head start that Zeus could not yet see him, but the Olympian leader was an excellent tracker, and following the trails left by the titan was not hard at all. He knew, however, that unless he pursued Atlas now, the despicable brute was likely to seek out a hiding place so far away that Zeus would never find him. This was his one and only chance to extract his revenge.

As he relentlessly followed, Zeus found himself amongst the jagged rocks of a pit near the shores. The tide had retreated back into the ocean for now, unable to reach past the stony barrier which separated the pit from the rest of the sea. Now only three feet of water remained in the floor of the pit, as well as the small crevices and caverns in the rock face, nowhere near big enough for Zeus to hide, let alone a titan.

The damned fiend’s stink was all about the place, and yet there was no sign of him. Realizing he had nowhere else to go but up, Zeus’s blood ran cold. In his anger and intent of taking revenge, he had completely forgotten the simple rule of avoiding falling into a trap.

Just as the god looked up, a triumphant cry filled the space as Atlas jumped from the mouth of the pit and on top of Zeus. Weapon thrown from his grasp, Zeus was forced backward into the water where Atlas pressed down against him with one hand. Stagnant water filled the god’s mouth as he was submerged, and he knew he would have little time left before he would drown. Every part of Zeus ached from battle, but he did not care. He remained still to hold on to what strength he had. He would need it.

Atlas was laughing but Zeus could not hear it under the water. He was thankful for it, uncertain that he could keep his temper if he had to listen to that detestable cackling. He let his body go limp, the seconds passing like days as he struggled to hold his breath…

When Atlas finally loosened his hold, the god knew it was time to act. Lightning shot from him as though freed from its prison of flesh, radiating in all directions. The water acted as a concentrated path and surged through the titan’s body. The pit was filled with blinding light and Atlas’ scream could barely be heard about the horrible crack of thunder.

When the power of electricity finally abated from the water, Atlas was lifeless and floating on his stomach, emanating a distinct smell of burnt flesh. Zeus himself was unharmed save for a dull ache in his lungs caused by air deprivation. He was determined to make Atlas suffer as much as possible before ending the wretched life once and for all.

Death by drowning would be a far too quick and painless end for Atlas, so channeling all his might, Zeus grabbed the large creature’s limp arms and started the cumbersome task of dragging Atlas out of the water.

Though he was strong, the titan was at least five times Zeus’ weight, and it took the god several minutes to pull his quarry out of the pit. Zeus also feared the possibility of Atlas reviving without his notice and attempting something, but fortunately this did not happen.

The struggling god sat his prisoner up against a large, sturdy rock and then used a length of thick, heavy rope to tether him to it. While Atlas was obviously alive, he showed no signs of regaining consciousness. Zeus could detect fresh burn wounds marring the titan’s flesh in several places, and every one of his exhales was accompanied by what appeared to be smoke.

“Did I roast your insides, you loathsome swine?” Zeus muttered to himself while waiting for Atlas to wake up. He would wait all night if it was necessary, but the sooner he could extract his revenge, the sooner he could return to his kin.

Zeus took to sitting in front of his captive, watching and waiting for signs of waking up. Titans could be killed, based on what he last saw of Cronos’ encounter with that beast from the sea. Based on the quiet that had fallen over the land, his father was likely in pieces and being devoured, if not by the monster, then by scavengers on the beach. Still, it took a massive creature far bigger than Cronos to kill him. Titans were difficult to kill in general, and Atlas would not be any different.

Less than an hour later, Zeus became impatient. What if Atlas was pretending to be unconscious and regaining strength to surprise him? Standing up, the god picked up his weapon, a smaller blade he had grabbed from the ground of the battlefield during the chase, and poked at Atlas’s shoulder hard enough to pierce the skin. When he received no response, he repeated the gesture and Atlas jerked awake. One of his eyes was ruined by heat, completely white.

“Can you hear me?” Zeus asked. Atlas only stared hatefully.

“Not that it matters at all…” the god muttered. “I will not demand an explanation as to why you did what you did. I know already. Your kind are monsters, no different from the thing that killed your lord. And you, the worst of them, will follow him.”

Atlas at first seemed to cough, his throat wasted from the lightning, a raw sound repeating itself over and over. When Zeus came closer, he saw a smile, bloody from cracked, burnt lips spreading, and he knew Atlas was laughing. The god knelt in front of his captive, blade in hand.

“You find this amusing?” he asked.

“Hardly a fair trade,” a ruined voice said. “My life for the life of a pathetic little rat.”

Zeus struck Atlas hard across the face with the hilt of his sword as an instinctive response to the other’s statement, but not even this could eradicate the spiteful grin from the titan’s face. Atlas merely spat out some blood and turned his one functioning eye back to his captor.

“You ought to know that I enjoyed taking him,” Atlas said. “He squealed at first, but he could not even do that after I put my fingers down his throat.”

Knowing that the titan was likely just trying to provoke him into a rage so that he would end up being careless, Zeus restrained his temper this time and merely clenched his teeth. Seeing what the beast had done to Hades was bad enough; he did not need to hear it being recited.

“And I will make you pay for it,” he finally said.

“My life for his, is that what you are saying?” the titan asked.

“No, Atlas,” Zeus replied impassively. “I did not go through all this trouble just to kill you.”

For the first time, a clear look of surprise came over Atlas’ face. “What do you intend to do?”

“First… I will rid you of all the parts you used to harm my brother.”

Zeus’ sword came down in a fast, sweeping motion, severing two of the fingers attached to the titan’s bound right hand. Atlas’ howl was loud enough to reverberate between the cliffs, making it sound as though multiple titans were being tortured at the same time.

Once Atlas’ cries had ceased, Zeus waited. He would wait until he knew his enemy’s pain did not dull his senses for what was to come next. The titan’s breath came slow and heavy, rasping from damaged vocal cords, still singed from the lightning and worn raw from his screams.

“And now…” Zeus said, trailing off. He reached between the titan’s legs and grabbed a fistful of flesh. Restrained, Atlas could do little else but weakly writhe in his bonds, his exclamations of protest just a pathetic croak.

Zeus did not smile. He desired nothing more than the punishment of this monster, and he would finish this torture to the very end, but he did not smile. Only when he returned to Hades would he do so.

Grip tight and unrelenting, the god pulled. A choked cry of pain and realization escaped Atlas’ suppurating lips, but Zeus continued to pull. He felt that he could easily keep pulling until flesh separated from body, but he did not. Instead, he readied his sword again. Atlas was screaming before the blade fell, and his screams following fall broke into silence, replaced by rasping, mute attempts.

Zeus stood, the titan’s sex, cleanly cut from the body, still gripped in one hand. He briefly considered forcing Atlas to eat it, but changed his mind. Now the brute was bleeding heavily, and the god wondered if he should allow the slow death that might follow.

“Kill me…” Atlas rasped, his face going increasingly white as more and more blood poured out of his mutilated body. “Just kill me!”

Zeus threw the titan’s severed genitals in amongst the cliffs; perhaps it would serve as food for crows or vultures, and the god did not mind this in the least. The organ which had done such damage to Hades’ body and mind deserved no better.

“No,” Zeus said coldly. “Why should I answer your pleas, when you gave no regard to the pleas of my brother when you and your ilk violated him?”

Atlas glared hatefully at the Olympian but did not speak again. Zeus made sure not to let his guard down; even though Atlas was restrained and injured, he was still a titan, and thus a force to be reckoned with. He was careful to avoid standing at an angle where Atlas could kick him, as a kick by the titan’s powerful legs would be sufficient to shatter bones in a creature Zeus’ size.

“I am going to see that your suffering will be tenfold the agony you forced upon Hades.”

“Why is that cowardly little rat so important to you?” Atlas asked. “Hurting me won’t bring him back to you, you fool! Your precious little Hades has gone to the Underworld and that is where he’ll stay.”

“Wrong.” Zeus prodded the titan’s bleeding and now flat crotch with his sword, causing another pained howl from his captive. “Hades lives. And he will be overjoyed to know that I have avenged him.”

Atlas stared, his expression looking as though he struggled to understand Zeus’ words. “He lives?” he echoed.

Zeus allowed himself a small smirk at his enemy’s surprise. “Perhaps a far more generous god would allow you the relief of death,” the Olympian remarked. “Considering my brother survived his ordeal, I could by all rights kill you now and spare you the torment.” He leaned in close, his voice low and calm, as though he were engaging in the most casual of conversations.

“But you angered me. You hurt my beloved. We are not finished yet. Not nearly.”

Atlas stared dumbly, barely able to express his silent disbelief, while Zeus stood straight once more.

“You will tell me the names of the two who joined yours and Metis’ group.”

“If I don’t…?” the titan asked warily.

“I will find out on my own,” Zeus replied. “But I would much rather hear it from you.”

“What will happen when this is all over?” Atlas asked weakly. “Will there be death?”

“I will send you to the underworld,” the god answered. “But there will not be death. Hopefully, I shall make sure that you live forever.”

Atlas’ eyes widened as though he looked upon the furious face of destruction itself.

“Now…” Zeus said, pointing his sword at Atlas’ remaining eye. “Where were we?”

*

While some titans had been consumed by the gargantuan sea beast and others had fled for their lives, the remaining sons of Cronos and their allies had no trouble rounding up the ones that had stayed on the battlefield. With their leader gone, they saw no reason to continue the battle and could only hope to be shown mercy by the Olympians.

“I cannot believe Zeus would abandon us at a time like this!” Poseidon said between clenched teeth as the giants put the imprisoned titans in heavy chains that connected their wrists and ankles with thick, durable chains wrought by the Cyclopes themselves.

Chiron made a motion meant to represent a shrug. “We are managing, are we not? Besides, if he had let Atlas flee, the vile beast might have gotten away unpunished.”

“He is our leader,” Poseidon said flatly. “Whose responsibility is it to command our ranks if not his? I can’t see how his personal vendetta against one titan could be more important than our cause!”

“Zeus does not always follow reason. His mate was violated by Atlas, and when our brother saw a chance to take revenge, he went for it. It was not a good time to act on such a selfish impulse, but I can understand him. You are in charge now, Poseidon. What is your decision regarding our prisoners of war?”

Poseidon found he could give no answer. Zeus would still have wanted his opinion to be known in such a decision. For all the elder god knew, any decision he made might be the wrong one according to their true leader.

Finally he remembered something very important.

“Our quarry might include two of the brutes which helped Atlas with his little visit to our camp,” he stated. “One can only hope they are here. None of us would appreciate having to deal with another attack by those heartless animals. I’d rather not let them wander freely without punishment for what they did to Hades.”

Some of the restrained titans closer to the half-brothers could overhear the discussion. One particularly interested was female.

“Hades,” she called out in an effort to get her captors’ attention.

Both centaur and Olympian turned to regard her at the sound of their unfortunate brother’s name.

“You know something of him?” Poseidon inquired, his interest piqued. Already he was beginning to put together pieces of a puzzle newly formed.

“Is he alive?” she asked. Most titans in the ranks likely would have wanted to know with malicious glee, but not this one. The titaness had fear and worry in her eyes.

“What is your name, prisoner?” Poseidon asked. He had a feeling he knew already, and he was correct.

“Metis,” she replied. “I confess I was there to see the horrors inflicted on you sweet brother. We were scouting the forests when we came upon your camp. I know my brethren have been beastly in the past, but I did not know to what limit.”

Clearly the titaness was attempting to explain herself, to apologize her way out of punishment. Poseidon wondered if Zeus would want her to pay for Hades’ torment as well.

“If you had truly cared so much for the fate of Hades, you would have stopped your brethren from violating him,” Poseidon said coldly. He doubted Zeus would want him to show mercy to any titan who had been present at Hades’ torment, male or female.

“I did try!” Metis exclaimed, fervent to convince her captors. “I did my utmost, but there were three of them against one of me!”

Poseidon gave the giants in charge of leading the shackled prisoners a curt nod as a sign to continue walking. He would not make any decisions regarding the fate of Metis or anyone else without Zeus’ consent. The titaness kept calling out for him, resisting her bonds to such extent that she was pulled to her knees by the continuous movement. A prod against her back by a Cyclops’ sword got her back on her feet, but she did not cease her pleas for mercy directed at Poseidon.

“She is your responsibility,” Chiron told his half-brother. “If you suspect even a grain of truth in her words, it is your duty to hear her side of the story.”

“She is Zeus’ responsibility, not mine. Hades is his mate. He should decide her punishment.”

“We do not even know if Zeus will return to us,” the centaur carefully reminded Poseidon.

The god whipped his head around, staring at the equine half-god. “What is that supposed to mean? Of course he will return when his business with Atlas is over with!”

“Our brother is powerful, but so is Atlas,” Chiron said. “Zeus might not have survived their encounter.”

“And it may not be ideal to talk of such things among the enemy!” Poseidon practically hissed at him. His angry response nearly caused the centaur to step back in surprise. “For all we know, it will incite them to rise up against us, so I would keep these doubts to yourself if I were you.”

Chiron muttered an apology, but Poseidon ignored him. The god’s own doubts of Zeus’ survival were beginning to worry him as well. What would they do if their leader had been killed? What would Poseidon himself do? It was only logical that he should become leader of his slowly shrinking group of siblings, but without Zeus… he felt far less powerful.

And what would Hades do when he found out Zeus was gone?

So lost was he in his thoughts that Poseidon did not look ahead, where Chiron was now beginning to point.

“Look, brother, look!” the half-god exclaimed excitedly, and when the god complied, he saw a familiar figure approaching them in the distance. Poseidon could barely hold back his heavy sigh of relief.

“Zeus!” he cried out. “I would kill you if you were absent from us any longer!”

Though visibly tired and stained with dirt and blood – hopefully not his own, Poseidon thought – Zeus gave a bemused smile at his elder brother.

“Were you truly so frightened for my wellbeing?” he gave the shackled group of prisoners a quick glance and looked upon both family and comrades with pride.

“You’ve done splendidly without me,” he said. “What of the others? Dead?”

“And eaten,” Chiron added. “That… thing that came from the ocean. When he was finished with Cronos, it grazed upon the dead bodies and the retreating titans.”

A curious look befell Zeus’ face. Indeed he was both impressed and intimidated by the creature which would not be leaving his memories anytime soon. “What happened to it?”

“Gone back to the sea,” the centaur replied. “It left the rest of us alone. Perhaps this was a gift in disguise.”

“Hopefully it will not return for more,” Poseidon said.

“I doubt we’ll have anything to fear from it as long as we remain away from the shores,” Zeus said. “A creature that size should not be able to step on land. Without the support of water, its own weight should crush it.”

Poseidon wanted to remind his brother that it also had several fearsome tentacles that could reach perhaps a hundred yards, but on the whole Zeus’ theory made sense. The beast was aquatic and not likely to even attempt a pursuit on land.

“Now tell us,” Chiron urged, interrupting Poseidon’s musings. “What happened to Atlas?”

Zeus’ features immediately hardened at the mention of the despicable titan. “He got what he deserved.”

When the other would not elaborate, Poseidon felt bound to ask what exactly Zeus had done to their eldest brother’s rapist.

“At first I tied him to a rock and waited until he revived,” Zeus began to tell in a low and ominous voice. “When he regained awareness, I rid him of the parts he had used to hurt Hades. All of them.”

The eyes of both Poseidon and Chiron widened.

“You… gelded him?” the centaur asked.

“That and more,” Zeus replied with a cruel smirk. “I left his manhood for the crows to devour.”

An uncomfortable silence followed, and no one knew what to say until Chiron finally spoke up. “Then I feel sorry for the crows.”

Poseidon could not help it. He laughed. So did Chiron. Zeus only shook his head and hardly made anything of a smile.

“I would laugh if this had not been such a day as it was,” he said. “Now I am only tired. We must decide what to do with our prisoners.”

Chiron and Poseidon resumed a serious resolve and looked back at the chained group.

“Speaking of which,” the elder god remarked. “I may have found someone who can help us.”

Zeus followed sibling and half sibling to where Metis stood. Her eyes were still wide with fear, and she slightly shivered at the presence of Zeus. The youngest god looked her over, and decided her appearance was far more pleasant than her fellow titans.

“Zeus,” Poseidon said, “I introduce you to Metis. She was there when our brother experienced Atlas’ cruelty.”

“I gathered,” Zeus replied, his eyes narrowing with anger. Metis’ large hands shook even greater.

“Zeus,” she said, her voice very low and trembling. “I tried to stop them. They held me back and threatened to retaliate if I tried to save him. I should have fought them harder than I did.” She lowered her head and closed her eyes, expecting the god to strike. “If punishment suits you, I will understand.”

The leader of the Olympians was silent, and this frightened Metis even more, but he finally spoke, his voice as calm and even as hers was unnerved and shaking. “Our brother tells us two others accompanied you and Atlas.”

Metis looked up in surprise for only a moment, then resumed staring at the dirt. “He lives?”

“No thanks to you. Do you know where your compatriots are?"

Metis hesitated. “What of Atlas?” she finally asked, obviously still fearing her fellow titan.

“Do not concern yourself over him,” Zeus replied haughtily. “I have made sure that Atlas will never harm anyone again.”

“So he is dead then?”

Poseidon nearly chuckled. Was it relief he heard in Metis’ voice? Perhaps the titaness had really been coerced by her brethren into participating in Hades’ torture rather than doing so out of malice.

“No,” Zeus said simply, not giving any further elaboration. “Now answer my question. Do you know where your compatriots are?”

“Menoetius was devoured by the great beast,” Metis said. She hesitated again, looking over her shoulder. Though both Cronos and Atlas were now gone, she could still not help but fear the punishment of betraying her own race. “But Epimetheus still lives. He is amongst the captives.”

Zeus’ eyes instantly began to scan the long rows of shackled titans, attempting to single out the one with whom he had unfinished business. Before he could find his quarry, there was a loud howl, accompanied by a futile but nonetheless surprising escape attempt from the titan in question.

Zeus struck the prisoner down with a lightning bolt before any of the giants could react. Everyone made sure to stay well out of Zeus’ way when he briskly approached the fallen tormentor of his brother.

Though quite singed, the titan in question was scrambling to get up and chance another attempt to flee, but Zeus was already several paces away from him. Electricity coursed through the furious god with such intensity that his eyes were gone, replaces by lashing tendrils of blinding blue light.

“Epimetheus,” a voice addressed the titan. Little of Zeus’ true voice remained in the harsh, unearthly sound.

“Please,” the titan begged, coughing up blood as he edged away. “Please, I didn’t even do anything! Atlas and Menoetius, they were the ones! I didn’t even get to have a turn!”

The lightning calmed within Zeus for just a moment, which scared Epimetheus even more. Zeus looked at him with a tranquil disdain before he spoke again.

“You are punished not for your actions, but for your intent.”

Lightning exploded around the titan, scouring him to his core. Giants and titans shielded their eyes at the light, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. Smoldering and smoking in Epimetheus’ place was something which had the vague shape of a titan, but was a titan no longer. Black and riddled with cracks, the malformed thing resembled a warped, stunted tree, and if trees could express pain and misery, this one would have outdone all others.

A long sigh escaped Zeus as though he was exhausted, and Poseidon was not at all surprised. How many more times could his brother exercise his powers before he collapsed? Walking back to the chained group, Zeus looked at Metis again. She dared not look into his eyes, fearing the same fate would befall her as it did her monstrous comrade.

“Please…” Metis managed to say, sounding as forlorn as she looked. “Have mercy…”

Zeus carefully measured the titaness from head to toe. Suddenly an idea sprang to his mind.

“What would you be willing to do in exchange for mercy bestowed upon you, Metis?” he asked.

The titaness’ response was instantaneous. “Anything!” she vehemently exclaimed. “I will do anything!”

“Is that so?” the Olympian leader asked, now with a devious little smile on his lips. “Then come with me.”

To Metis’ great surprise, Zeus undid the shackles around her feet keeping her chained to the other titans, leaving her free to walk unhindered. He did not, however, loosen the shackles around her wrists but instead used the chain to lead her as though it were a leash.

“Zeus, what are you going to do?” Poseidon asked sharply upon noticing that Zeus was departing from the group with the titaness in tow.

“I would not concern myself over that, brother,” Zeus replied quietly. “I won’t be gone long.”

“Zeus, this is not an honorable thing to do,” the elder god objected, having guessed without difficulties what his brother had in mind for the unfortunate titaness. “Please, think it over.”

“I told you not to meddle, Poseidon,” Zeus replied, still not raising his voice even though it now held a distinct warning edge. “I will be back shortly. See to our prisoners during my absence.”

Not staying around to listen to further objections, Zeus tugged on the chain around Metis’ wrists and the titaness obediently followed him.

Metis – never thought herself to be an idiot – was following the same line of logic as Poseidon. Though the prospect frightened her, she tried to steel her nerves. She did not want to be devoured by a monster or charred into a lifeless mass like her compatriots, nor did she wish to discover for herself what Atlas’ fate had been. And yet she still feared for herself. Would Zeus be as cruel and ruthless with her as Atlas had been with Hades? If so, what would be left of her body… and her mind?

Zeus had led the titaness back towards the beach, and her pulse quickened as she thought of the creature which had come from the water and made such short work of Cronos.

“I hope this is to your liking,” Zeus said over his shoulder. “The sand is softer here. And the waves are loud. They will grant us some privacy.”

“Privacy?” Metis could not help echoing. Would Zeus’ punishment be so great that he did not wish others to come to her aid for the sounds of her screaming?

“Is there some way for you to change in size?” Zeus asked, changing the subject. Metis stared at her feet for a moment, uncertain if she should answer. She knew why he would ask. A smaller body would be much easier to control and dominate.

“My father could,” Zeus added. “Surely some of you must also have this ability. I would rather not take someone to bed that is so much bigger than I.”

Hesitating, Metis finally answered her captor’s question. She shrank before his eyes so that she was at least a head above him. She was still too tall for the god’s tastes, but at least her size was much more manageable.

“Good. Now disrobe.” Zeus ordered, doing the same for himself. “And I advise that you cooperate. I would prefer not to damage you with my lightning.”

Metis knew a threat when she heard one, and did as told.

The god eyed the now naked titaness standing before him. She certainly was quite easy on the eyes, even though Metis – like all titans – was robustly built compared to nymphs and goddesses.

“Have you been taken to bed before?” Zeus inquired after telling Metis to assume the position for sexual intercourse. As he saw the titaness as a means of relief, nothing more, he had ordered her to get on her hands and knees rather than lie on her back. As Metis was still substantially larger than the god himself, Zeus doubted that he would be able to cause her any real harm. However, curiosity compelled him to ask her the question.

“I have,” Metis replied in a subdued voice. //More than a few times by your father, amongst others…// she inwardly added, thinking it was information Zeus could do without.

“Good. Then you know what is expected of you.”

Zeus inserted two of his fingers into the titaness’ sex to investigate if she was ready to accept him. Though not very wet, the space he encountered was so roomy that he believed he could have effortlessly inserted his whole arm without damaging Metis. Slightly discouraged by the discovery, Zeus went ahead and penetrated Metis quickly before his erection could diminish.

As predicted, Metis barely felt god’s entry. Even though his size was doubtlessly most satisfying to nymphs and Olympians alike, she was a titan and used to something significantly bigger. The mental image of the puny god rutting with her much larger form was almost enough to make her laugh.

However, she was already lucky enough to not be facing the fate of her comrades, and she did not need to spark the god’s anger. She tried desperately to hold back her laughter, but the thrust which followed was barely noticeable.

Zeus felt the tremors and realized what had happened. Indeed, penetrating Metis was of little result to the god as well.

I might as well be making love to a mud puddle, he thought unhappily. No, a mud puddle would be something, but this…

“Do not laugh,” he finally said, his voice terse and displeased. Hearing the anger, Metis stifled herself, hand over her mouth.

“Forgive me, Zeus,” she mumbled. “I do not mean to cause you displeasure, but I… I am not sure this will work.”

“Then I will make it work,” Zeus grumbled. For a moment Metis thought he insinuated that he would increase the size of his phallus, and again she held back laughter, this time successfully. She did not want to be hit with lightning over her idiocy.

“If you do not mind my asking…” she inquired carefully, “how shall this be made to work?”

“Oh,” Zeus replied innocently as he slicked two of his fingers with his spit. “You will find out soon enough.”

No sooner had he spoke that Metis realized the answer. The two fingers entered her from behind, between the halves of her bottom and even further. So surprised was she that her body tensed, clamping her inner muscles onto the god’s fingers.

“Relax,” he ordered. “You are much easier to enter here than a god, and this will grant us both much more satisfaction.”

Of course, Metis realized, Zeus had to be making love to his brother like this all the time. The memory of Atlas viciously penetrating Hades’ frail little form returned, and she shivered despite knowing that Zeus was hardly capable of causing her any such damage.

The Olympian leader gave a triumphant hum upon discovering the relative snugness of the titaness’ backside. Indeed it was a much closer fit than her sex had been, even though it could not be compared to the pleasure derived from doing the same to Hades.

Metis grunted when Zeus, now obviously enjoying himself much more, sped up his thrusts. The penetration was not downright painful, but the sooner it was over with, the better she’d feel.

Zeus finished rather quickly, wanting the awkward coupling to end almost as badly as Metis. He still felt humiliated by the experience and began to wish he’d listened to Poseidon’s advice. Unless there was a way to reduce a titan’s size even more, they did not make ideal lovers to the Olympians.

“You may get dressed,” Zeus muttered glumly while putting his own clothes back on. “We should return to the others.”

Metis slowly reached for her gown, surprised and mildly amused that she actually felt a little sorry for the evidently humbled god. Though endowed with the power of lightning, he was still a rather diminutive being that she could effortlessly pick up with one hand if she so wished.

“Perhaps our races were not meant to be compatible,” she offered weakly.

“We will not discuss it,” Zeus quickly replied. For a moment Metis thought she had seen a flash of light in the god’s eyes.

“I am sorry, my lord,” she said, hoping he would not become angry with her. The Olympian glanced at her and her apologetic expression. For several seconds he sat quietly, not speaking to her, only occasionally looking her way.

“You tried to stop your fellow titans from hurting my brother.”

Metis nodded modestly. “I tried. It hurt my heart to not be able to stop them. I may be one of them, but nowhere near as strong.”

Zeus only made a noise of understanding. The titaness was uncertain of what else to say. Any other attempts at apology might only make things worse.

“How does your brother fare now?” she finally asked. “Is he alright?”

Zeus looked at her and his expression softened, a surprise to Metis, as she expected him to tell her Hades’ health was none of her business.

“His wounds are beginning to heal,” he answered, standing up and looking in the direction where Poseidon and Chiron still waited with the giants and prisoners. “Perhaps if I can gain the trust of you and your ilk, you will meet him someday.”

Metis smiled timidly. “I would like that.”

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