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Superman: Brides - 16
🕑 Added 2025-08-20 09:53:14 +0000 UTCThe disturbances had come slowly. Creeping over the world like sap from a tree branch. Not all at once - if they had, someone would have noticed. She, Athena, would have noticed.
Goddess of Wisdom… couldn’t see what was happening right in front of her…
Athena circled the ring of polished white marble that lined the nexus of her temple. The floor gave way to a sheer drop into blue sky and great white clouds. Beneath that, the world. Grey mountains and green forests and rolling blue oceans. Sparkling cities and humble villages. The domain of mortal men. Billions of souls.
All under the protection of Olympus. Nothing occurred in the mortal realm without the Pantheon’s knowing. Until now.
The shift was obvious now, but in the preceding weeks had been much more subtle. Odd signs, dark omens, other peculiarities. The first that caught Athena’s attention was the sudden snag in her plan to pair Olympus’ champion, the Princess of the Amazons, with a suitable match.
Athena had selected a mortal man, Bruce Wayne, a skilled and wise warrior who tempered his mind as much as his body. With unmatched discipline, he pushed his mortal body to the very pinnacle of strength, stamina, and agility. The mantle he crafted was even more impressive. The Dark Knight of Gotham, who sought to rid his sprawling city of corruption like a hero of old.
A fine match for the spirited and willful Diana. Or he would be if Athena’s influence could reach him. Love and lust may not have been her strengths as a goddess, but with her power she should have had at least some effect on the man. No such luck. From her perch high up in the realm of the gods, all Athena could do was observe as Wayne drifted further and further out of her reach, swayed by fellow mortal women. Harlots and temptresses, Athena bemoaned.
Even worse was that Aphrodite couldn’t be bothered to help. Years of Athena’s meticulous planning potentially ruined because her cousin preferred being a Goddess of Lust over a Goddess of Love. Yet Athena couldn’t lay the blame entirely at Aphrodite’s feet. Other Olympians were neglecting their duties as of late. So many gods, distant, distracted. Even her own father, the mighty Zeus himself, was too swept up in his own affairs to notice the oddities cropping up across the mortal realm.
That powerful alien champion Zeus so disdained, the one called Superman, suddenly making connections with a number of female figures. That was not supposed to happen. Zeus had made his will known long ago that the Kryptonian should not be allowed to spread his seed so vastly across the human race. For the good of balance and stability, the King of Olympus had claimed, Superman would find love with one woman and one woman only. A mortal woman, specifically. Yet under Aphrodite’s watch, the Superman seemed to be turning his League of Great Warriors into his own personal harem.
The other disturbances were stranger still. Winter storms with their bitter cold were sweeping down over the northern lands. There was snowfall covering New York City - in September.
Then there was the matter of the wizards. Each and every one of the leading figures of the magically inclined suddenly found themselves facing threats, obstacles, problems, what have you. One crisis after another. Nabu, Wotan, Morgan le Fay, Zatanna Zatara, even Klarion the Witch Boy, all of them kept busy with some pressing issue, all at the same time.
Athena just couldn’t shake the suspicion that this was by design. But whose? And for what purpose?
As the goddess dwelled on the possibilities, her answer arrived with the sound of heels clicking upon marble. A woman’s voice followed, low and deep but feminine all the same.
“Such arrogance from this young pantheon. Claiming to be all powerful while seeing so little.”
Athena turned and was struck by the sight of the intruder. A towering beauty, as tall as Hercules, pale like death with flowing white hair. Hers was an Amazon’s figure adorned by a dark blue bodice, clinging to her flat, muscled stomach and sweeping bosom like a second skin. Thigh-high boots gloved long, toned, powerful legs. Though even with such an impressive, lively body, this woman held a cold, ghostly aura.
Athena ignored the chill down her spine and stood firm. Her spear took solid form in her hand. She gripped it tightly.
“You dare trespass upon the realm of Olympus?”
“I dare many things. I have dared for some time, in fact. Do you know how long I’ve dwelled on this world?” The pale woman approached slowly, prowling forth. Athena couldn’t keep her gaze from dropping to those firm, finely-muscled legs. She caught herself quickly, dropping into a battle-ready stance with a deep scowl.
“You’ve dwelled here long enough.”
“On the contrary, young goddess, I have only just begun.” The woman’s dark blue lips took the shape of a smile.
Athena felt prickles across her skin as the pale woman drew her gaze over her body. Even under her robes, the chill swept over.
“Your wisdom is great. You will be useful to me.” The beautiful trespasser said next. “Put away your toy spear. Kneel at my feet. Pledge yourself to me. Pledge yourself to the glory of Cythonna and you will know happiness beyond your wildest dreams.”
Athena shook her head and started to backstep. Tension snapped through her body as she kept Cythonna well in view. Cold. Why did she feel so cold?
“No god of Olympus will ever kneel to you!” Athena spat.
Cythonna’s smile turned sharp. Athena swore she saw wicked delight shining in the abyss of those pale white eyes. The cold laughter that followed offered up only more dread. It took shape as a heavy stone in Athena’s gut.
“Oh, how little you know.” Cythonna hummed. “Even the gods are blind on this primitive world. But I will make you see.”
The thought of putting her spear through the trespasser’s face had become all too tempting. It was the only answer to such arrogance against the might of Olympus. Yet cold fear was seeping in. Athena could feel it now in her bones. There was just something about this strange woman, this Cythonna…
Why am I afraid?
“All I see is a trespasser who has tested my patience for far too long.” Athena kept her voice firm, strong. She had to. “To speak against the pantheon is to speak against Zeus. And he will-”
“Your king is not here, young goddess. He cannot help you. Not the way I can.”
“I don’t need-”
“Silence.” Cythonna’s voice boomed, shaking Athena down to her core. The intruder's eyes were glowing pure white now, glowing with power. Much more power than Athena ever could have imagined. “My patience is at an end. I gave you the chance to kneel of your own accord. Now you will be made to.”
Cythonna closed the distance between them, slowly, calmly. There was absolute surety in her stride. It was near hypnotic.
“It is for the best.” She spoke again, softer now. “I will enjoy educating you, young goddess.”
Through the cold fear, the fire of defiance surged in Athena’s chest. She gripped her spear, let loose a battle cry, and lunged.
- - -
It could hardly have been called a fight - though Cythonna did not hold that against her new disciple. She was a young goddess from a young world, barely coming into her power. Her defeat was certain the moment she chose to resist.
“You think you’ve won? When Zeus finds out about this, you will endure a hundred lifetimes of suffering-”
Cythonna struck the young goddess across the face. A half-hearted blow. Athena was shocked into silence for a heartbeat or two. Then she broke into a fit of furious shrieking.
This was the fun part. The illumination of young Athena’s clouded mind.
Stripped of her elegant robes and chained up against a carved pillar, Athena still showed that rebellious fire. It was amusing, watching one who thought herself so mighty and wise thrashing helplessly against unbreakable bonds. The links restraining her wrists high above her head were Cythonna’s enchanted ice, ancient magic making them harmless, even comfortable to the touch.
Touch. If Cythonna’s words could not persuade, her touch certainly could. Even now as Athena spat curses, kicked and screamed like a child, Cythonna could see the doubt swirling in those eyes.
Fear. Not the cold fear she’d shown for Cythonna. This fear was for herself. Fear at what she was doubtlessly feeling. Fear that she was enjoying it. Fear. Red hot and growing hotter.
Just like her splendid body.
“The gods of Olympus will not let this go unanswered, witch!” Athena seethed, still putting up that front of rage. She had a wild beauty now, wisps of hair sweeping across flushed cheeks and burning eyes.
Cythonna ignored it as she had for the last several minutes. Her focus was on the woman’s bare, hefty bosom. Great ripe swells of soft, creamy flesh. Puffy pink nipples capped them, slightly upturned and so inviting. The breasts were not near as impressive as Cythonna’s or even the disciple named Karen, but still more succulent than expected from a mere goddess of wisdom.
“You may still have a chance at mercy.” Desperation was seeping into Athena’s voice now. She squirmed as Cythonna’s hands came to rest on her hips. “Release me now and… and perhaps the other gods need not know…”
Cythonna moved her hands upward, sliding them over her prisoner’s bare tummy. Her fingers drifted over smooth, pale skin until they were pressing into the underslopes of those ample teats. Athena had long ceased her thrashing. The young goddess was holding her breath.
Fear in the eyes… or excitement?
Cythonna did not care. Her hands swept up over the mounds. The way the soft flesh deformed and shook, quaking back into that teardrop shape… a delight Cythonna still enjoyed after countless millennia. She took one of those puffy nipples between her fingers and pinched.
Athena did not answer with outrage. Instead she let out a pitiful whine and shivered.
Cythonna smiled.
- - -
They made fast progress with Athena’s education. Even greater strides were made once Cythonna disrobed. No longer in need of those mystical chains, the pair retired to the bedchamber. The crises of the mortal world below were now long forgotten.
Cythonna let her head tilt back, sighing as the warm, wet sensation dragged over her breasts. Wise Athena was talented at many things, she discovered. Even the art of lovemaking. Her sweet mouth in particular proved a special delight all its own.
She cradled the young goddess’ head, threading her fingers through silky brown hair. Her touch was gentle now, warm and loving - just as Athena’s worship of her body. The goddess had endured harsh discipline. Slapping, spanking, pinching. Yanking of the hair while Cythonna buried her fingers into that hot, soaking cunt. The defiance had to be drilled out of her. But once it was, then it was time to nurture devotion. And that meant offering sweetness.
Letting Athena feast upon her glorious breasts worked quite well at that. Pleasurable, too.
Delightful coiling wormed through Cythonna’s belly, mirroring the lashes of Athena’s tongue. Exquisite sharpness as she caught a budding nipple between her teeth. Bit down. Cythonna sucked in a breath, dragging Athena’s head up. Up to face her. Caught her lips with her own.
A deep kiss. A hungry kiss. Athena had well earned it. Such a good disciple. So easily swayed.
Cythonna moaned, sweeping her tongue through her pupil’s mouth. The sweetness of youth and eager love. Finally they broke apart. Athena was panting, utter adoration shining through the haze in her eyes.
“Such potential.” Cythonna mused, stroking the woman’s flushed cheek. “You would be wasted on one of your fellow Olympians.”
“Then… who will have me… besides you, mistress?” Athena wondered aloud, pressing up against the taller goddess. She let her chin rest on the upper slope of one grand, pale breast.
“The only man who deserves to have you, sweet one.” Cythonna answered, petting the top of Athena’s head. “The only man who deserves any of us. The one you call Superman.”
Cythonna’s tutelage had made Athena too devoted to argue. Still, the answer was enough to make the goddess of wisdom blink.
“The alien? He… is not a god.”
“He will be. And I will be his queen. As I always should have been.”
Athena let out a pleased hum, nuzzling into the valley between Cythonna’s breasts. She kissed the inner swells as her arms curled around Cythonna’s waist, drawing her mistress closer.
“He would be a fool to deny you.” She declared.
Cythonna nodded, smiling.
“He is stubborn by nature. But he will be swayed eventually. As he tastes the sweetness won by his strength, Kal-El will slowly come to understand his place in the universe. The only place befitting him. The throne of absolute power.”
A simple shove sent Athena sprawling back onto the bed. The younger goddess squealed happily as Cythonna came to loom over her. Instead of descending upon that splendid body, Cythonna flipped Athena over. She drank in the sensual lines of her back, those wide, fertile hips, and the firm, roundness of her ass.
Cythonna gave in to an urge. She swept her palm over those plump cheeks. Athena let out another squeal, sharper and more exquisite. Most pleasing of all was the sight of that plump backside rippling.
“You will be his concubine.” Cythonna told Athena, leaning down to purr into the woman’s ear. “One of many. Powerful women from every realm will flock to share his bed, all for just a taste of the pinnacle of manhood.”
Cythonna kissed at Athena’s neck, moving to straddle her thighs. Her breasts hung down, hard nipples grazing across the Olympian’s back. Cythonna slid her hand around Athena’s throat, taking her by the chin, lifting to make the woman meet her eyes.
“You will bear his children. You and all the rest. You will give rise to a new race. A stronger race. The Children of the New Rao.”
Athena trembled in Cythonna’s arms.
“Oh…”
A giggle rose from the doorway. Both goddesses turned to see a third. A shapely blonde in a sheer pink robe - quickly stripping out of it, too.
Of course Aphrodite did not want to be left out.
“Shivers, right? I get shivers just thinking about it.” The goddess of love and lust closed the distance fast, practically jumping into bed with them. Cythonna did not mind the interruption. Aphrodite’s touch, her warm arms snaking around Cythonna’s waist, was always welcome.
Athena, though, was for the moment less than impressed.
“You…?” The goddess of wisdom shook her head. “Of course she got to you first.”
“I needed Aphrodite to get that mortal woman out of the way.” Cythonna explained as the woman in question began to pepper her neck with kisses. “Your ignorant king Zeus wanted the Last Son of Krypton to waste his seed. I could not allow that.”
“And what would you have me do, mistress?”
Athena squirmed her way out from underneath, rising to take Cythonna’s open flank. Seeing the complete willingness in the woman’s eyes, Cythonna allowed herself a moment to enjoy this new victory. Another powerful soul inducted to the path. Another goddess, at that.
“You are indeed wise. You nearly discovered my designs, didn’t you? Now you will use your wisdom and influence to ensure no one else does. Not until they have no chance of stopping us.”
Athena’s face went bright with purpose. So full of zeal was her adoring smile.
“I will not fail you, mistress.” She said heartily.
“Glory to Cythonna.” Aphrodite ceased her kissing along Cythonna’s throat to praise.
“Glory to Cythonna.” Athena echoed.
Then both goddesses dipped down to those great, pale teardrop tits. Each latched onto a hard, poking nipple and started to suck. Warm pleasure shocked down to Cythonna’s core. Sweetened even more by the surety of her triumph.
Two goddesses worshipping her body. Two goddesses loyal to the path.
Cythonna cradled their heads as they licked and suckled, relishing the wet delights of their tongues. She knew it would feel even better nursing her own children - sired by her king, her god, her Superman.
“Glory to the New Rao.”
