Final Taboo

I looked through the papers, brows furrowed in deep concentration.

"Is it any good?" Hazel asked nervously, biting her nails. The slutty schoolgirl uniform she wore has not been helping my concentration.

I gave a small smile without lifting my eyes. "Can't really decide since you have been asking that same question every past minute or so."

Hazel pouted. "This is the most important thing I have done in my life. I just wanna get it right."

"I know," I said before focusing on the small pile of papers in front of me, filled with Hazel's tiny handwriting. In these papers contained the rough, first draft of the new religion centered around me that was going to replace the Olympians; it had the basics of the new religion written down; the philosophy, the rituals, the social and religious hierarchy. As I appointed Hazel as the head priestess of my new religion it had been up to her, with considerable input from my inner council on how to create this religion, and now I'm looking through the first draft, writing down things I agree or disagree with.

It wasn't an easy job. Not only am I reading complicated religious theology that can stand shoulder to shoulder with other, thousands of years old religious texts, but I'm also reading pages upon pages of how millions of people will venerate and serve me in the coming future. It was giving me a massive hardon, which only got worse when I felt a pair of plump lips wrap around my cock. I looked down to see Hazel impaling her throat on my cock, her kinky hair bobbing up and down.

"Hazel!" I complained.

"I'm sorry," she said, taking her mouth off my cock with a huge gulp of air. "But you being silent and all is making me nervous master! So I thought to get some of my favourite comfort food !" With that the girl squeezed my foreskin, forcing a large rope of pre cum to drool onto her hand. Winking at me, she sensuously licked off the cum and gave a small giggle, though I can still hear her nervousness in it.

"Well, I can't get any work done now," I murmured, pushing the papers back on the table and relaxing on the chair.

Hazel giggled again nervously. "Can't you tell me just a little bit about what you think? Please?" she said before giving my base a small kiss.

"You aren't even pretending to be subtle now," I said smiling. "But fine. It was good. At least the small amount I got to read."

Hazel seemed to be happy with that.

"But I did notice something... unusual."

The sucking abruptly stopped. "What?"

"Well... there was an awful lot of times where my offspring were mentioned," I said and tapped one of the papers. "Like here, where you have written that I would bless my most faithful servants with children. Did you have some sort of hitherto unknown breeding kink that somehow got in these papers?"

"No! Well... I mean, anyone of your slaves including me would be delighted to do that if you asked us to master. But that's not it," Hazel said, still stroking my cock absent mindedly. "It's just that... if we are going to create a new religion, it is easier to spread it if we incorporate traits of some older religions as well. And in almost every civilization, the head god has a lot of children. It's a symbol of... virility, masculinity... something to demonstrate your dominance."

"No." I said firmly. "This is one thing I am sure of. No children. Especially not sons. It is natural for a son to grow up and go away from his father's rule, to establish himself as his own man. But if the father is a god that rules everything around him, the sons would have **** but to rebel against his father. How many times has that happened in Greek mythology alone? I don't wanna get killed by my own sons, no do I want to kill anyone myself. So, no children."

"Why don't you just not have sons then? Have only daughters," Hazel stated, still working on my cock.

I looked down at the petite girl between my legs, frowning. "That's impossible."

"Actually master, it's not. Do you remember all those meetings I had when I was writing these papers?"

I remembered. Hazel was sure she needed a diverse array of opinions from my various followers before making my religion, so she regularly held meetings, attended by the girls closest to me, most of the goddesses I enslaved as well Jason. Even though I wanted to go, Hazel begged me not to, since she wanted the final results to be a surprise. "Yeah I remember."

"Well... while we were discussing this part, the problem with the sons cropped up in the meeting too. And Hera had a solution. She's a fertility goddess right? Well, back in the day when sons were all the trend, she would 'bless' mortals that pleased her by making sure they only have sons. Well Hera can do the opposite for you. She can 'curse' you, so you would have only have daughters. And…" Hazel gave me a sly look before jerking me even faster. "if one of those daughters please you particularly well, you can always add her to your harem. Imagine the honour a woman would get of not only bearing your daughter, but to have that daughter join in service of you as well!"

For a moment there was only silence, as Hazel's eyes stared aimlessly while having a blissful look on her face, no doubt imagining such a thing happening to her. Meanwhile I... was stunned. Despite being pervert, I never considered **** as something I would do, because it simply wasn't an option. Since I was picked up from my original world and dropped in this one, I have no relatives over here, and until this moment having a child was no go for me. ****... it seemed too much even for me, a final taboo that should not be crossed. But still, that idea...

"Well you may still be trying to make up your mind," Hazel said with a wide grin. "But your cock certainly has," she said, pointing at my cock which was now throbbing powerfully at the mental images cast in my mind.

"Shut up and put your mouth where it belongs, whore," I said, playfully slapping the girl's face who started resuming her sucking.

"Well you certainly have given me a lot to think about Haze. In fact, I'll have to reevaluate my entire future-"

I was interrupted by a polite knock on the door.

"Come in."

Clarisse sauntered into the room, giving a brief, jealous glance at Hazel before bowing low, her tits dangling deliciously. She had pleased me greatly during our tryst, and have thus been promoted to become one of guards. When she straightened, I saw her customary smirk filling her face. "They are here, master."

I waited alone and naked for them to come up. Hazel was sent away with the papers to keep them safe, while Clarisse went to gather everyone for... what was to come. And so I was sitting on my chair when the door opened up and the mother-daughter duo stepped in.

Immediately my attention was grabbed by the changes in Aphrodite. The goddess has changed her appearance to accentuate her relationship with Piper. She hasn't changed her age so they still don't look like mother and sister, but rather they looked like identical twins. The only difference was their skin colour, Piper's Native American skin gleaming like the bonze of a setting sun while Aphrodite's pearly white skin gleamed like freshly fallen snow.

But what she was wearing was also captivating. While Piper was wearing her normal, slutty camp outfit, Aphrodite was wearing a toga. But not just a regular one, of course. It was the type that goes over one of your shoulder, while not covering one part of your torso. And Aphrodite wasn't wearing anything underneath as custom dictates, meaning only one breast was covered, while the other was proudly presented for all to see. Her boobs were large but still perky, pink nipples standing proudly (at least in the one I can see). The toga was also ridiculously short, with her crotch barely covered and half her ass was out in the open. Around the goddess' neck was a gold collar, it's leash held by Piper. When I looked at it closely, I noticed that the collar wasn't made up of ordinary chain links, but the same word going over and over again; the word 'whore,' in ancient Greek.

When I realized what she was doing it made me even horny; Aphrodite was fetishizing and degrading her own civilization, the cultures of the very people who worshipped her, in order to beg for my approval. I looked at Piper with surprised approval, who gave me a cheeky grin in turn. I knew Aphrodite had gone to Piper in order to make herself as appealing to me as possible, and it seems to me that Piper knew me even more than I thought. Aphrodite was already perfect, but now she was irresistible.

However, it was the goddess' kaleidoscope like eyes that had changes the most. No longer were they the eyes of a confident, strong woman, but they were filled with passive awe at everything around her. This was the eyes of a person that had witnessed something far grander than herself, realizes that there is no point in combatting such a **** and thus, have wholeheartedly submitted to it in order to gain the most favourable position from it.

"Kneel," I said.

The mother-daughter duo went into their knees in one fluid, graceful motion.

I circled around them, inspecting my newest would be **** thoroughly. My cock bounced with each step, twelve inches of brown meat swaying back and forth while drops of precum dropped with every move. Aphrodite's hands were shaking, every ounce of her willpower spent trying to control herself from not jumping onto my dick and sucking it.

I grabbed the goddess by the chin and lifted her face so her multi-coloured eyes faced my dark ones. "I won't beat around the bush, and I'll ask this only once. What do you want?"

"I want-" Aphrodite gulped and reconsidered her answer. "I want to please you, in whatever way I can."

I laughed. "That's a very clever way to answer. But it doesn't matter, you can just tell me what we both know that you want."'

"I want to fuck you," the goddess said, looking up at me with **** eyes. "Please."

"Hmm. Well see, the thing is, you have to prove to me you are worth my time-"

Aphrodite took that as an invitation, and before I could even finish her hand went at my cock, but I swatted it away.

Unperturbed, I continued. "-and to prove that I have created a small list of tasks that you must fulfil."

"I'll do anything."

"Good girl," I said, smiling down at the eldest Olympian. Then taking the leash from Piper's hand, I dragged the goddess behind me not so gently, while also beckoning Piper to follow me. Opening the door and going out of the room, I was surrounded by the noises of several hundred people, everyone I have enslaved, waiting to see my newest conquest.