You discover Henry's First Time.

21 Years Post-Godhood...

It was almost winter. There was no real urgency as the leaves in the trees turned brown and yellow. Hibernating animals were much easier to hunt, and there were enough fruits and nuts that could grow and survive even the harshest weather without dying thanks to a few divine decrees. In-fact, the only urgency for them was collecting all of the fruit before they fell from the trees and bruised themselves.

On that note, this time of the year was the perfect time for the collection of truffles. Your son - genius that he was - figured out that the wild-pigs tended to congregate to sites ripe with the delicious and nutritious mushrooms and so you and the rest of the tribe would usually harvest them as you hunted the pigs.

Today it was your duty to hunt for pork for dinner and hopefully the truffles will add to that feast, when you heard something. At first you thought it was the sound of a pig, but it lacked the kind of snorting or squealing you'd picture from a pig. It was moaning. Loud, human moaning. It sounded male.

There were only four males in the valley: Donar, Henry, Zeke and yourself. It definitely was not you, it sounded too young to be Donar and a father could pick his own son's voice from that of another, so you knew it was Henry.

The moaning sounded like the way his mother did when she was having sex with you or someone else, and suddenly a strange feeling stirred in you.

His paternal instincts were pulling him in two directions: one was proud that his boy had become a man, the other wanting to march up to him and stop whatever they were doing. It might have been two entire decades since his birth, but he was still his son!

He followed the sounds until, hiding behind bushes and away from his son's notice, he found his son.

His son was not alone, and he was having sex.