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Zelda barged into the throne room of Olympus, standing in divine form they were tall, radiant, and filled with absolute rage. The throne room was mostly empty, mostly, one person was still there, Zeus, and that was the exact God Zelda had been hoping to find.
“ZEUS!” waiting for the king of Gods to turn to them before speaking another word,“HOW COULD YOU?!” They spoke at such a volume that it was a wonder none of the other Gods on Olympus had come to take a look at what was going on.
“How could I do what, dear Zelda?” He calmly responded, studying the figure in front of him quite curiously. Sending shivers right down their spine when being called dear.
“Send a quest out to that Demigod! Your Demigod child, she could've died! She almost did!”
“But she didn't,” He simply concluded, “Demigods don't follow the same divine laws we do. It was a chance for her to show what she was capable of, an opportunity and honor for her.”
“You're just proving you don't care about your children past what they can do with a weapon, how fast they can complete a quest. Monsters already eat at their expected age, and all these quests just make it infinitely worse.”
“And even if that was true, about me not caring for them. I don't quite understand why it's important. She's fine, she survived.”
“I know she didn't die, but her friend did. Do you know how devastated she's been the past couple of days?!” They said, in their mind they could see the young Demigod, separating herself from the rest even more than she already did usually.
Zeus didn't immediately respond, but when he opened his mouth, he was interrupted before getting the chance to speak even a word.
“Of course you don't! You're the King just because Hestia declined the throne, but you know what! I don't just bow and obey anyone!” Those words were dangerous, Zelda knew it. They knew it in the back of their head, they knew it in their bones. But did they care? No, as the protector of Demigods they felt responsible to stand up for them, and right now they were too angry to actually think clearly. What happened to them wasn't their first priority.
“So you think you can go against me?” Zeus asked in a now dead serious tone that would've made almost anyone back down.
“Yes!” Zelda responded, they felt their divine form shimmer. They had not been a God for too long, in immortal time at least. Staying in divine form for longer periods of time had shown to be a challenge for them, as part of their power always wanted to wander away when they tried. Which is exactly what happened now, parts of it leaving for the various places that were considered part of their domain, leaving them at no more than their ordinary mortal height and appearance.
Zeus stood up from his throne and approached Zelda. “We’ll see who the leader is.” He said. Zelda feeling invisible ropes of wind tugging them toward the God of storms, they tried with all they could to resist. Summoning weapons directly aimed at Zeus, but no success. They tried to entangle the God in the ropes of some tent, but being no more than a minor God they didn't stand a chance, Zeus was simply stronger. Zelda knew it, but it didn’t mean they’d just accept defeat. They'd fight with every vessel in their body, like they always did.
Zeus pulled Zelda all the way along to his temple on Mount Olympus, a white marble building, the largest of the bunch. Only once they had gotten inside were they allowed to stand on their own again feet, needing a moment to regain their balance. They tried to step away, but in doing so almost slipped over the smooth marble flooring. They tried to teleport away, but they weren’t able to concentrate well enough as they started to panic inside. The throne room was a public space to the other Gods, but this temple? It wasn't, it belonged to Zeus, and Zeus alone, and Zelda knew that if Zeus didn’t want it to, nobody would come in to see what was going on, nobody would even know.
Zeus started circling around them, studying them, no their body, closely. Grabbing their short brown hair firmly in one hand and pulling it back to force Zelda —who was at least a head shorter— to look him right in his eyes. “I’ll teach you how to obey me as your king.” He said, his face so close to theirs, they could feel his hot breath.
Zelda kept trying to resist, opening their mouth to protest, but to no avail as Zeus forced his lips against theirs. He pushed his tongue into their mouth, moving it around while they tried not to puke at the taste of his tongue. He kept going like that for a moment before letting go. A bulge was already forming in the pants of his blue suit.
“No,” Zelda suddenly said in an almost begging tone. They had to fight inside themself to not feel like the helpless little child they used to be again.
“Shh, you're only making it harder for yourself.” He said as he put his hand around the collar of their sweater, ripping it right off their body and letting it drop onto the floor next to them. It was something that exposed their bare chest immediately, making them shiver as a breeze passed by.
They squirmed and struggled with each time Zeus touched their skin even so lightly, trying to form a distance between the two that just wouldn't come. They were too scared to say anything as he moved his head down, licking and sucking on their nipples just to get a reaction out of them. Their legs giving in, they almost fell over, but Zeus didn't allow that. So instead they helplessly hung in his arms, encaged by it. It went on for what felt like ages.
Then he pulled back, letting them go for a moment as they immediately fell on the ground. The invisible ropes reappeared around them almost instantly making sure they couldn't even try to escape. He undressed himself till he was naked before doing the same with Zelda.
The ropes disappeared as he turned Zelda around, laying them on their stomach he pulled them up so they were sitting on their hands and knees and their ass was up in the air. His dick brushing against their rim, already covered in pre-cum he slowly slid in. Zelda moaning in pain below him, the precum was the closest thing to lube that was present. They tried to resist, push it out, but instead closed around his dick even more tightly.
“See, you can be a good boy.” He said as he moaned. With Zeus moving around Zelda was about to break out in tears, barely able to hold it back as they didn't want him to see that. Not wanting to give him that pleasure as they tried to stay strong, they always did. They'd stayed strong during their many quest, upon sending Demigods off to their own quests, when receiving the news of their passing and during the many funerals held at camp. So why wouldn't he be able to now?
Zeus would only enjoy it, moaning and moving around till his cum would flow into them. It was warm, and Zelda felt like something was burning inside of them.
Afterwards he let one of his hands stimulate Zelda's dick, Zelda having gotten an erection somewhere always through. Zelda wanted to resist so badly, but being unable to, the amount of feelings and stimulation overwhelmed them and caused their brain to short circuit. All they were able to let out were forced moans of pleasure, ones which happened uncontrollably. They were about to release their own cum when Zeus noticed, slowing down just enough to stop it. His thumb now only teasing the head of their dick.
“Did I say you could?” He asked.
Zelda let out some disagreeing noises that clearly meant ‘No’, unable to talk.
“Then don't try.” He kept Zelda on the edge, and in the end he didn't even let them.
Like that it would go on for a while, Zelda's attempt to escape faded with the minute as they started to give up. Just waiting, silently begging for it to be over soon. Then, when he finally stopped, he put his clothes back on and left, but not before saying.
“Remember this if you ever hesitate about the question if I should be listened to.”
Then, Zelda was alone. The only thing they could think of was wanting to get away. Right now, anywhere was better than on Olympus. So they gathered all their willpower left, focusing on the place they wanted to go, and with that they teleported away.
