He wakes up.

Victor stirred, **** to open his eyes, wishing to remain forever in the sanctuary of warmth and peace that enveloped him.

“You’re awake, our son,” a gentle, maternal voice whispered into his ear.

Victor opened his eyes and found himself lying on top of an impossibly beautiful woman with rich, soft, reddish-brown hair and enchanting green eyes. Her skin was milky white and she wore thin silk-like garments.

Victor also discovered that he was flanked on both sides by two other women of otherworldy beauty. The one on his left had darker brown hair and her eyes were heavenly blue. The beautiful exotic woman on his right had an asian appearance with long silky black hair and lovely brown eyes. Both women had beautiful fair skin like pure alabaster.

“Where am I?” Victor asked groggily.

“Home,” Frigga said.

“W-who are you?” He asked.

“The ones who birthed you,” said Amaterasu.

“Your mothers,” replied Hera.

“I don’t understand,” Victor said.

“All will be made known, my son,” said Frigga, “For now, take your time to get your bearings.”

“I am tired,” Victor said with a sigh.

“Then rest,” Hera replied, stroking his nude back.

“In this place, all time is ours,” said Amaterasu.

So Victor slept while being embraced by his new mothers, dreaming of his past life. Of his triumphs and his sorrows. Of his accomplishments and his follies. Of friends and foes. When he finally awoke for real, he felt hungry.

Sensing his need, Frigga embraced Victor to her bosom and offered him one of her beautiful breasts to feed on. “Drink, my lovely child. Drink and be absolved of your needs.”

Victor suckled on Frigga’s prominent pink nipple, drinking her sweet milk until he had his fill.

Then he slept again. And when he awoke, Hera, his other mother was cradling his head to her lovely breasts. “Partake of my milk, my sweet son,” she cooed.

Victor obliged and drank until he could drink no more.

Many more dreams later, he awoke to fins himself lying on top of his third mother, Amaterasu, his face between her magnificent, luscious breasts. Amaterasu stroked his head and hummed a calming tune. She offered one of her inflamed reddish nipples to his mouth and he agreeably drank her milk as well, until he was full.

This lasted many cycles until his renewed nature had been fully transfigured and he was ready to walk among the gods.