That supremely mighty deity, invincible in the whole universe, whose broad shoulders alone bear the vastness of all directions and the three realms—only he could truly and completely conquer every last corner of her heart!
Yet cautious and sensitive as she was, she dared not make any actual move.
She only dared, in private, to think about it secretly.
She quietly fantasized that one day that amorous God-King might—perhaps, maybe, possibly—take a liking to her.
She wasn't ugly, after all.
And the sky and the day did make quite a fitting pair…
But now—
Now—
Joy and happiness had come too suddenly!
She plainly hadn't done anything yet, and the rice—had already been cooked!
Is this what they call winning without lifting a finger?!
The goddess of Day, sprawled on the white jade floor, trembling, managed with great effort to haul herself back up to her throne by the armrest.
Her clothes were already soaked through.
Those transparent beads had even gathered into threads, dripping constantly to the floor and mixing with the sticky patches into a sparkling gloss.
At the moment, she didn't even have the strength to wave a hand and change into clean clothes.
In divinity and power, the goddess of Day was far beneath her Mother.
Even though she was only incidentally tinged by the God-King's divinity, the shock she suffered was actually far more violent than her Mother's!
It was utter rout, without the least power to resist.
That head of pure-white, radiantly gleaming hair of the goddess of Day was now completely drenched with sweat, clinging in disarray to her noble, elegant cheeks.
The face once ever gentle and gorgeous now held nothing but tender allure, bewitching beyond compare.
She raised her faintly glowing alabaster arm with effort and, with the tip of a slim finger, lifted a glistening thread she herself could hardly bear to look at.
The immaculate lady of Day had made up her mind!
Once she'd caught her breath, she would go find her Mother at once!
Now, she too was the God-King's goddess!
As for the goddess of Night—after a full twelve days and nights of the deepest, most intense sacred union, the love pent up for endless ages was, at last, thoroughly and completely sated for a time.
Rich and tranquil, the night lay over the two supremely satisfied great deities like the gentlest quilt of down.
The two newly birthed goddesses were far off, playing a game of chance.
The die of fate's randomness flew up and down in their slender hands, casting unpredictable futures into the night again and again.
Languid, the goddess of Night lay upon Zeus's chest—solid and warm as the center of the cosmos—as the intelligence that had once lost itself in ultimate rapture returned to its high seat again.
With a posture full of endless clinging devotion, in the most melting tone to charm a god's very spirit, she cooed: "Zeus—my love… all you know is how to coax me with sweet words…"
"All of me already belongs to you. And yet you don't seem to care for me at all~"
"Look, Mnemosyne has nine adorable children, and the lady of Sacred Justice, Themis, has six perfect ones. But you—you're only willing to grant me a mere two!"
As she spoke, the goddess of Night rubbed against Zeus's firm chest like a cat, her voice on the verge of tears as she went on with her complaint: "Zeus~ you favor the other goddesses~"
"You haven't spared a thought for how Mnemosyne will mock me if I have only two children~"
Though she was pouring out her grievance, the hazy, suggestive intimacy within her words was like lying alone in a little pavilion on a night lake's heart, in the still of night, pleasantly listening to the night wind's soft hum.
All Zeus's divinity seemed utterly wrapped in that gentle, lulling night breeze. He sank deep into that ultimate tenderness and didn't even bother to open his eyes.
With the Lady of Night as she was now, he could, at any moment, make her meek and obedient; if he arranged her into eighteen different poses, this primordial goddess, newly tasting the flavor of love, would remember nothing at all.
It had to be said—once the goddess of Night first tasted the mingling of spirit and love, she very easily became addicted.
And after Zeus's repeated "training," she was truly compliant to her beloved God-King.
Though a mature and voluptuous primordial Great Mother, in matters of love she was indeed no different from an inexperienced, innocent girl.
Compared to her usual supreme bearing—noble, cool, and regal—that huge contrast was… super adorable!
Before Zeus, all she had left was this—half grievance, half coquettishness.
Seeing Zeus still with eyes closed, pretending not to hear, the refined brows that retained a trace of night's dark aura knit tight.
She pushed herself up, prone on Zeus's body, and gently shook him: "Zeus~ Zeus~"
"Mm~ ha—" From deep in his chest, Zeus let out a deeply satisfied sigh.
The God-King finally stirred. He stretched out his arms and pulled the abundantly rounded goddess of Night even closer into his embrace.
A primordial Great God was truly a primordial Great God; the universe's foundation was indeed the universe's foundation.
This goddess, embodiment of dark matter's origin—both in the toughness of her divinity and the endurance of her divine body—was fierce beyond compare!
Even facing the Lord of Thunder, she matched stroke for stroke!
A mere twelve days and nights could hardly leave her without strength to fight back. By now, she even had the energy to renew the attack.
When Zeus kept feigning death, eyes closed and refusing to open, the goddess of Night could not help her surge of resentment.
She slipped from Zeus's arms, ready to strike again.
She meant to try and utterly conquer this sovereign of the universe, to make him gladly grant her a few more adorable children!
If Heaven won't come to me, I'll go to Heaven!
If her beloved God-King would not be proactive, then she would be!
The indolent Lord was happy to enjoy his beloved goddess's towering jealousy and had no objection to "disrespectful presumption."
He even tucked both hands behind his head as a pillow, looking utterly at ease.
Thus the Lady of Night achieved a great feat that no goddess of Night had since the universe's opening!
The one she suppressed, for a moment, was the supreme, peerless God-King of the Ouranian line—unmatched in past or future!
She didn't let him so much as twitch!
Great goddess Nyx! Mighty goddess Nyx! In that moment, she finally reclaimed the Night gods' honor!
Invincible!
(For the moment—)
Soon enough, this goddess of Night—who had no true sense of her own limits—had clean forgotten her original intent.
Just as when the goddesses of Retribution and of Random Luck were conceived, all true initiative remained under the God-King's control.
Several more days passed. When the goddess of Night's intelligence once more took the high ground, the strength she had left was truly scant.
She nipped Zeus's sturdy chest with her pearly teeth, muttering in muffled protest, "Zeus! You…"
"You only bully me!"
The bite of a goddess now out of strength, upon the God-King's undying divine body, was not much different from the most intimate lick.
Frankly, it was really no different at all.
Zeus nearly hummed with pleasure. But it was at last that moment when he stopped playing dead.
In a relaxed, lazy tone, softened by contentment, he said, "My love, my dear Nyx—was the joy I gave you still not enough?"
"I love you so—so deeply lost in your beautiful, unfathomable allure, completely unable to extricate myself. How could I bear to bully you?"
"Come now—feel carefully my love for you."
Shy, bewitching charm filled the cool, regal features of the goddess Nyx.
She felt Zeus's love for her most clearly of all.
There was no sign of it slackening in the least.
Hearing those words—clearly teasing—she gave a faint, powerless tsk, then shot Zeus a white-eyed glance full of sultry reproof.
"Zeus! Love isn't something you say with your mouth! It's something you show with action!"
At that Zeus wore a very puzzled look and asked in confusion, "Oh? My dear—have I not done… enough?"
"Uh…"
"Seems you're still not satisfied—then I'll keep at it!"
The God-King, whose execution was always in overdrive, was about to get right to it when the already-exhausted goddess of Night hurriedly said no again and again.
Much as she indulged in the God-King's love, for the moment it truly was not advisable to accept any more of the Lord of Thunder's affection.
Anxious, the goddess of Night scolded, "Zeus! I'm serious! You mustn't be naughty! You know it's not this I'm talking about! I'm talking about the children!"
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