She's jealous and doesn't know how to process that

Leto gazed at the woman, both her with a mix of feelings she was trying to figure out. She felt a small amount of pity as the girl below her had been mentioned to her before. She recalled some of the other gods at Olympus mentioning her in passing. Her heroine title was moon, something she recalled vaguely. So to go from heroine to a cheap whore that would fit in at one of Dionysus's more perverted parties was quite the fall from grace.

Though pity was the least of what she was feeling, the other feeling that she was mostly filled with was much harder to figure out. She could feel it, obviously enough, a feeling of rage, but not quite. She'd never felt it before, and that feeling being so unknown to her was throwing her off in trying to verify it. Though as she watched the young woman below her clearly falling deeper and deeper into corruption, she felt the strange feeling getting worse. The sign of the woman's fall, such as her now thrusting back to meet the thrusts of a man she'd been desperately trying to escape a little while ago, was rather obvious.

It was a sad and angering sight, no doubt about that, but she wasn't feeling either of those. Which wasn't all that surprising, as she had seen plenty of men and women fall to pleasure in one way or another before she became a titan of Olympus after all. So Leta closed her eyes and tried to ignore everything going around her and tried desperately to figure out what this feeling eating her alive from the inside actually was.

It took her a long moment, but she felt her own pussy throb with need, and a tingle went up and down her spine. She began to realize, to her horror, what she was feeling. It was jealousy; her body was craving more of the man that had forced himself on her. She had no idea how to respond to that. She, the goddess of motherhood and elegance, wanted to be taken and fucked once more by her captor. She was going to be a Challenger for Aphrodite's title as the whore of Olympus; if she kept this up, she just knew it.

She tried to ignore the feeling of jealousy, pushing it down to where she wouldn't have to recognize it ever existed. She might have succeeded had a high-pitched moan of pure ecstasy not forced her to focus back on her surroundings. The source of the moan was obvious, as below her was an unconscious woman, her eyes in the back of her head and twitching. Leto looked at her with a mix of horror and envy.

She was horrified at seeing a woman so broken and also somewhat envious she hadn't ever felt pleasure like that with Zeus. Before she could do anything besides see the woman below her, she felt a hand on her ass that was swiftly joined by another on the opposite ass cheek. "Sorry for the wait, but now it's your turn." The condiment wizard said simply and proceeded to thrust all the way to her core in one motion.

The pleasure of being suddenly pierced silenced her a moment. Leto found herself letting out little moans of pleasure as Condiment Wizard's large cock went in and out of her. The way he clenched her ass cheeks as he thrust into her only intensified the pleasure, causing her to be even more moody with her grunts and moans. Eventually she had to speak in true words but merely animalistic groans.

"Please don't stop," Leto moaned out in desperation. "I'll give you whatever you want! Just please don't ever let this pleasure end!" Leto said, casting aside her own dignity for more pleasure. "You liked my daughter, didn't you?!" Leto moaned out as she took in the twitching, cum-covered body of her daughter, Artemis. "While I can give you more of her as many as you want. If you mold my pussy to your pleasure, I will give you an army of Artemis's to guzzle your balls!" Leto screamed out as she orgasmed at the idea of turning herself into Condiment Wizard's own personal slut factory while he molded her pussy to his liking.

Condiment Wizard was very much enjoying the milf and her dirty talk, though he found her body a bit strange. It was very nice, as when her tits and ass jiggled in a very appealing way, there was some extra lewdness to it, as if he was defiling and perverting something never meant to be touched. The truly odd thing, though, was how she felt bigger. He noticed it as he grabbed her ass that she felt a lot bigger than she was.

This is a strange phenomenon that he could study at great length. Though that wasn't going to happen at the moment, as he was thinking with his lower head, and it had only one thing to say about this situation. "You'll take every drop, you old slutty whore!" Condiment Wizard roared at her, then came filling her vagina to the brim with his white sticky cum. Leto lay there breathless as cum dripped out of her. The condiment wizard took her in and stated simply. "I've got another in me." Then he went back to drilling her with his cock.

Artemis slowly came to a bit confused and feeling very sticky. It didn't take her long to remember where she was. Especially when her own mother promised to give birth to her god kings' daughters. The thought of sending another wave of pleasure through her, the thought that she wouldn't be goddess of the moon and the hunt but just one slutty bitch in a litter of slutty bitches, turned her own.

Much to the pain of her own vagina, which hadn't quite recovered from what her god king had done to it. The feeling of pain and need for more did prove a rather good point to her. Saving her virginity all these years had been very worth it. For her new god king, Jeremy had proven himself more than worthy of it. She found herself eager to see if she could take another round despite the pain her lower half was already in.

Then reason asserted itself sadly, as Artemis knew she had done what she needed to do. She had pledged her loyalty to her new god king, as well as given him gifts to prove it. That would have to be enough, as her time away from the others had gone on for a long time. So with a longing look at her god king, she quietly but quickly made her way back to Olympus to begin her mission of orchestrating its fall so that her new god king could rise above it.

Zartanna watched her go, not saying a word to the others about her leaving. She was master to do with as he pleased. If she left, it was to serve him, and if it was treachery, she would personally drag back like a whipped dog for her master to use. Her mind was made up on the matter; she focused on what was truly important, which was enjoying the sight of her master fucking a titan.

Not one of those teenage brats, either, a true old giant goddess of Olympus. It was a sight to behold, and Zartanna touched herself to the sight. For what else could a lowly minion do when watching her master dominate such a powerful being? Though while one part of her mind pleasured herself at the sight, another plotted for the future.

Her master had grown in power, which was a great thing to see, and it was her master's right as well. The problem for Zartanna was that while he did so, the ranks of his minions grew. She gazed quickly around, spotting the hundreds of beautiful pale red-headed women eager to please their master but waiting for him to call for them to do so. If she were to commit to so many others, she would have done many great things in his service. Zartanna continued to pleasure herself at the sight of her master's dominance, but added to that were the deeds she would do in his service, what others would call atrocities.

Avery made a very quick trip back to the siege ship lair and told her fellow minions who had been panicking about where their masters were before quickly making her way back at double speed. She stood to his right, gazing at him, enjoying a literal goddess with eyes full of reverence. She had been with a man powered by the sun, and that could take an RPG to the face without breaking stride.

Her new god emperor couldn't do that as far as she knew, but he was no less. No, he was superior, for he played with life and death. He made things greater without even trying, so great was his power that he remade the world in his image by using condiments. It was a truly great thing to think about. He could use ketchup to make endless lighting storms and mustard to make it hail till the end of time if he so wished.

To make her god emperor even greater, he had to find his limits; there were so many condiments he was yet to use. So much power waiting for him to find and use. He had used soy sauce on her and showed her what her place truly was. The thought was a great and arousing one; with just a wave of his hand, he could flood China with soy sauce from the Himalayan mountains. He could make every man and woman bow to their god emperor, but he doesn't.

No, he allows those like herself to prove themselves by taking it for him. In her quick trip back to the spaceship base, she had seen what was in motion there. She knew China would fall soon enough, but her master would have them fight a bit before they knew the honor of serving him. It was a glorious thing to know, and she hoped the people of China proved themselves worthy at kneeling at their new god emperor's feet.

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