Dinner at olympus

You are sitting at the grand dining table, indulging in the finest meats and sipping the sweet nectar of ambrosia. As was tradition, the Olympian family always dined together, and all members were present. Across from you sits your father, Zeus, who makes no effort to conceal his lack of manners as he ravenously devours his meal. He is the king of the gods, after all.

To his left sits his brother, the friendly Poseidon, and his wife, the jealous Hera. Light chatter fills the room as each of the gods enjoys their dinner. Every so often, your gaze wanders to the stunning Aphrodite, who coyly winks and teases you with glimpses of her ample cleavage. She knows just how to play you.

With a sly grin, you caught her eye and raised your goblet of ambrosia in a silent toast. Aphrodite, with a knowing smirk, raised her own goblet in response, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before she turned her attention back to her meal.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at the subtle exchange. You couldn't help but imagine the possibilities of another secret rendezvous with Aphrodite, and the thought of it sent a shiver down your spine.

As the meal progressed, Nereus found ways to discreetly flirt with Aphrodite. He would drop a piece of meat on purpose and reach over the table to pick it up, making sure to brush his hand against hers, or he would casually lean in closer to her when he spoke, his breath hot against her ear.

Aphrodite seemed to be enjoying his advances, her gaze never straying far from him, and a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. Nereus knew that he had to be careful, as Zeus would not approve of his flirtations, but he couldn't resist the pull of the beautiful goddess sitting across the table from him.

Your flirting doesn't go unnoticed by your temperamental father. You can sense that he has held a grudge against you for some time, and that thundercloud is soon about to unleash its anger upon you.

"Nereus," Zeus booms, "since we are all gathered here, I would like to use this opportunity to announce a new rule, specifically for you. Know that I do not make this decision lightly, as you are my beloved son," he says with a hint of sarcasm, "but your careless and boundless copulating has **** my hand. And I need to focus all my attention on our war against the Nymphs. We are close to locating Ziva. I cannot have my son causing havoc behind all this.“

"Father, I am merely following my nature," you retort. "You of all people should not condemn free love. Tell me, how many bastards like me have you fathered?"

Your disrespectful response earns you a stern look from Hera, who is repeatedly humiliated by Zeus' affairs. Aphrodite, meanwhile, drops her fork in anticipation of how this dispute will unfold. She seems to be faintly smiling.

"Watch your tone, Nereus!" Zeus thunders. "As king of Olympus, I have earned privileges that others, such as yourself, have not. And unlike you, I am very careful with how I choose my mates. You, however, sprinkle your dangerous seed just about anywhere you come across. It's an immense risk. What if you accidentally get seduced by a nymph? I will not have you risking our entire family to satisfy your urges."

Hephaestus, the god of metal and husband to Aphrodite, nods in agreement as Zeus scolds you. He has never liked the way you looked at his wife. If only he knew the things you two have already done in his own bed.

"I agree," Hephaestus interjects. "The boy needs to learn some respect for the rest of his family and stop ruining all these poor mortals' marriages."

The other male gods fall in line and agree with your father. They have all had enough of Nereus bedding their wives. The female gods only dare to quietly protest, only Aphrodite remains silent.

"Dear brother," Poseidon speaks up. "I agree that Nereus should be controlled in a fair manner, but how do you intend to rule this out? You can't completely ban him from having his fun, it's literally his whole being.“ He shoots you an apologetic look but he can’t defy his brother on this matter.