Man Conquers Nature

Demeter was in her greenhouse, staring forlornly at the unmoving dick plant. I smiled. "My lady," I said, giving a bow so low that it was more insult than curtesy. "You asked for me?"

Demeter's eyes did not move away from her beloved plant. "It's not moving," she whispered pitifully.

"I see," I said, stepping closer. "My lady-"

"Oh you can stop all that crap," the goddess snapped. "You can say all the 'my lady's you want, but that won't change anything that you did."

"What I did? My apologies, but I can't remember forcing you to lap up my cum off a toilet."

Demeter's face reddened as her eyes widened. "I-I..." As her words failed her, Demeter rose up to action, grabbing me by the throat and pinning me to the wall. "Damn you mortal! You don't know who you are trifling with! What the fuck do you want anyway?"

I firmly placed my hand on top of Demeter's and took it away from my throat. Already I was stronger than this sad, broken thing.

"What I want to do," I said, sitting down on Demeter's chair, the only chair in the greenhouse. "Is to help you. I can make the plant work again."

Demeter gasped, but then her eyes narrowed down. "And how will you do it? I tried everything I know it and nothing worked. And I'm the literal plant goddess!"

"Oh well I do have a few tricks up my sleeve." I said cockily. "After all the plant is one version of me."

"That makes absolutely no sense." Demeter snapped. Instead of replying, I stared coolly at her, until her eyes widened with realization. "But how? You are not an immortal of any kind!"

"The how's and why's of this matter is not important for the likes of you. What matters is what you are willing to do to get fucked by my plant form again."

Demeter gritted her teeth. "What do you want from me?"

"An oath of allegiance. On the River Styx."

"What? No!"

I sighed and stood up, pretending to be leaving.

"Wait! Wait!" Demeter nearly screamed in panic. "We can talk this through."

Amused, I cocked an eyebrow and sat down, one leg over the other. "If it makes you feel any better, you will not be the first Olympian under my thrall. And you definitely won't be the last."

Demeter seemed as if she was going to question what I just said, but then must have thought better of it. Instead "How is this even possible? How will you... reactivate the plant?"

I smiled slightly and walked towards the plant, stroking one of the pods. Then I realized that I was basically stroking my dick (at least one version of it) and I had to laugh out loud at the incredulity of the situation.

I decided to answer the question. "Well I don't know much about these matters, and it was Hazel who created this marvel of bio engineering. But from what I could discern, to reactivate the plant, you'll have to fertilize it with a very special ingredient. Once that happens, my consciousness doesn't have to jump into the plant to make it work. Instead it will get a low form of sentience, and it will know what to do from it's memories. It's basically means that instead of me fucking you actively, a past form of me, a memory of me if you will, will always be inside the plant, ready to fuck you or anyone else near it. Do you understand?"

"Uhhh..."

"Do you want to get fucked by my plant self or not?"

"Yes," Demeter said, blushing a bit. But then she looked up to me with blue eyes of determination. "Where can I find this fertilizer?"

"Not so fast. The oath first."

Demeter looked down, biting her lip, good sense and horniness waging a battle inside her mind.

"If you agree," I said, in a much gentler tone. "I would promise myself that I would not hurt you, unless you ask for it or unless I learn that you would conspire against me. Sounds fair?"

Demeter nodded slowly. "My daughter," she said in a hoarse voice. "Promise that you won't hurt her either."

"Very well. I will give an oath about her similar to the one I will make about you. Is that satisfactory?"

Demeter nodded again.

"Awesome. Let's do this."

The next half an hour so was spent as Demeter memorized and then read aloud the oath I had written down, carefully constructed in a way to make it impossible for the person who takes the oath to go against me and making the reader subservient, while having them retain a large part of their personality. After that, I made two general, less complicated oaths of not harming Demeter and Persephone unless they ask me to or would work against me. The chances of circumstances coming up to me that would have me break these oaths would be miniscule. Even then, maybe I shouldn't take oaths in the Styx lightly, but with Hades soon under my full control, such oaths would soon have no sway over me.

Once the whole deal was done, I could almost see the exhaustion oozing out of Demeter. She just wants to get fucked. "Alright. What's the fertilizer?"

"For the plant to be fertilized... you need seed. Specifically my seed. And as it is you who wants this thing to be done so badly, you will have to procure the said fertilizer."

Demeter's eyes widened as she shook her head. "Oh no. Oh hell no."

"Oh come on. I've already seen you lick up my cum off a toilet. At least this time you'll be drawing it out straight from the source."

Demeter's face went red as a tomato at the mention of her actions. She began to mumble. "But... but..."

"Strip."

I said the word with no magical power behind it, but the power and confidence behind it overrode the goddess' weak mind. Demeter began to strip.

She removed the apron first. Then the ancient Greek robe she was wearing, leaving her alone with her modern set of bra and panties. She stopped and began to fidget around.

"Those too," I said, trying to be composed.

Demeter went for her purple panties first, removing them in one go, revealing her clean shaven pussy. I came close to her as she removed her bra. Due to the average height of deities when they are among humans, my eyes were right at her chests level. And as she removed her bra, I got to see the biggest pair of tits I had ever seen, incredibly plump yet firm at the same time, benefit of being able to control one's appearance. I stuck out a hand and grabbed a big plump pink nipples with my hand, rolling it between my fingers. Demeter tensed, but didn't say anything.

I circled around the Olympian. Her buttocks were firm and juicy too, which I realized as I kneaded them. When I came again to her front, my fingers traced her pussy. Then I slipped a finger inside her already sloppy cunt.

"Already wet," I remarked, as I inserted a second finger. "You have the markings to be a great whore."

If the goddess could look more embarrassed, she did. "No... it's just that, you see.."

"Stop your mumbling," I said strictly, not needing to censor my speech now that Demeter was fully under my control. "I know that you are nothing but a brainless assortment of holes, but learn to take a compliment," I said adding the third and fourth fingers inside her."

Demeter was breathing hard now, her bountiful chest going up and down temptingly. Then I drew back all my fingers at once, causing her to mewl like a kitty that got wet... which is exactly what she was.

"Kneel."

Demeter obeyed wordlessly. Good.

I stroked her unblemished cheek with a finger, then traced it across her lips, and finally parted her lips to put it inside. The goddess had spent the past few days constantly sucking on the plant vines (or wishing that she had) and so when I put a finger in, her reflexes kicked in and she began to suck on it, not caring that my finger was coated in her juices. Soon enough, all four of my fingers that were inside her cunt were pumping in and out of her mouth, making the revered goddess gag like a slut.

Once I felt it had gone long enough, I unzipped my pants, and my cock sprang out.

Demeter gasped. "It looks.."

"Exactly like the vines in this plant," I finished. "Where did you think Hazel drew her inspiration from slut?"

Demeter just gaped at it. Due to her divine size, even when she was kneeling, she would have to bend a bit to suck my cock... but that also means my cock was directly pointed at her chest. "Put those tits to good use, cow." I said.

Wordlessly, Demeter took hold of her tits and put them beside my cock, and then began to pump it up and down. I moaned. I have had my fair share of titjobs before, but because of Demeter's size, her boobs were extra large and accommodating. I put my hand down and began to play and pinch with her wide pink nipples.

As my cock reached it's full length, it began to get closer and closer to the goddess' face. She resisted it at first, turning her face aside, making my cock his her chin or cheeks. But as precum started to leak out of it, what little resistance she had crumbled. She started out discreetly sticking out her tongue whenever my cock came up, hoping that some of my precum would come into contact with her tongue. But soon even that was gone, and she had begun to swallow my cock whenever it came out between the mountains that were her tits.

I tensed up, sensing I was close. Demeter must have realized it too. She firmly wrapped her plump lips around my cock, and put her hands behind my back so that I could not step back. I lifted a foot, kept it on one of her bountiful tits and pushed, slowly but firmly. Demeter fell back, and just at the right time too as my I cummed all over the floor.

Like a mindless animal, Demeter tried to jump on my cum to claim it, but I caught her by her blonde hair and heaved her up. "Restrain, slut." I said, grinning and panting.

After a few seconds I started to talk again. "Remember why you did this in the first place. Now I'm gonna let you go. Will you be a good little bitch and do your duty?"

Demeter nodded for a bit before finding her words. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes... sir?"

"Eh. Good enough for now." I let go of the goddess' hair, causing her to fall into the ground with a hearty thump. She stood up unsteadily, walked over to the place where my cum had fallen and scooped it up with the soil it fell on. She looked mournfully at the cum in her hands, but then began to walk determinedly over to the plant, and dumped the cum mixed soil into the pot. She began to murmur some words, and I wondered if she was using some of her own plant magic to accelerate the process.

Soon, not only did the vines began to move, but new ones sprouted out of the soil too.

"Yes! It worked! It fucking work- mmmff!" Demeter's last words were cut off as a vine jammed into her mouth. Others began to get to work, going around her body to hoist her into the air, while she began to give handjobs to two of the nearest plants.

I could still feel a connection with the plant. Hazel was right, and everything went according to the plan. The plant had a low sentience now, which saw me as master and obeyed me, and was fueled by my memories, almost like a past self of me.

The plant brought the airborne goddess to me. Two vines wrapped around her thighs and showed them apart, revealing Demeter's delicious pink cunny to me.

"Mmmff." Demeter's muffled voice said. Even though I couldn't hear what she wanted to say, her eyes were giving the same message loud and clear. Fuck me!

Well, who am I to say no to the masses? I drew my hips back, and plunged in.

Author's Note: Hey guys, I know that this chapter is late, but outside world has been a bitch. My apologies, and hopefully the next chapters will come according to the usual time.