Trial of 45678910, Marriage

Creon, regent and king of Thebes, heard a strange rumor.

-They say Heracles is carrying Princess Megara around like a fucktoy.

When he first heard those words, he was enraged as a father.

It felt like he’d given birth to someone incredibly important, yet his eldest daughter, whom he wouldn’t trade for the world, was being treated like a fucktoy by a man.

Even if the average personality of Greek men was like that, even if he himself treated women that way, Megara shouldn’t be.

Even if he treated other women like fucktoys, he couldn’t tolerate his female family members becoming someone’s fucktoy!

Even if he was royalty from another country, that should never happen.

Heracles.

The grandson of the king of Mycenae, one of the neighboring superpowers.

The direct bloodline of the old king, who was now at an age where he should be handing over the throne to one of his nephews.

He found out through investigation that he had an incredible background, but that’s that, and this is this.

As king, he couldn’t forgive Megara being treated like a fucktoy.

Under the king’s orders, he had to give him an even greater trial.

But.

After the adventurers who first returned to Thebes, the report from the soldiers who arrived a few days later made him feel like he was in hell.

-Heracles is using Princess Megara as a fucktoy.

-I know that. How dare he treat my daughter like a fucktoy…!

-Ah, that’s, well, the literal meaning.

-What?

A sword has a scabbard.

It’s a house for carrying a sword, and it’s called a scabbard because it protects the body from being damaged by the blade.

What if you apply that to the word “fucktoy”?

Of course, it literally means a storage container for carrying a dick, and the moment a little imagination and the soldiers’ reports combine, the meaning of the word “fucktoy” is conveyed to everyone.

-Heracles is carrying Princess Megara around in a 들박 (deulbak) position, sticking her to his body and keeping his dick inside her without ever putting her down!

The moment he reached that conclusion, King Creon’s blood pressure rose, and he almost fell backward.

What kind of crazy talk is that.

He wanted to shout that it was an absurd act, but as more and more adventurers and soldiers returned to Thebes and told the truth, the story only gained more details.

They even have sex while eating, facing each other.

He even carries her to the bathroom and takes care of her business.

When they sleep, Heracles lies on the floor, and Megara lies on top of him.

-So, until you returned to Thebes, did Heracles ever take his dick out of Princess Megara?

-No, he didn’t.

-Kuaaaa…!!

King Creon felt like he was going crazy.

How could a human commit such a terrible act?

Is Heracles’ stamina a monster?

Is he a sex monster born to hunt women instead of doing the hunting a hunter should be doing?

As a man, he felt fear.

It wasn’t respect or admiration, but a level of fear and shock.

Could it be that a Titan god was born as a human?

Considering he always had Zeus on his lips, and that the goddess Hera had personally baptized him, he thought it was a possible case.

But.

No matter what.

“There has to be a limit!”

King Creon summoned the soldiers.

He released some of the hidden jewels to the adventurers and recruited hunters.

If.

Heracles was raping Megara.

If Megara was being forced to embrace Heracles against her will, just to protect the Theban kingdom.

At least he should allow Megara to rest.

Wouldn’t that be his duty as a father?

-Heracles has caught the Erymanthian Boar. He was holding Princess Megara even as he caught the boar.

-Was he holding her like a princess, or like a fucktoy?

-He was 들박 (deulbak) her as a fucktoy.

Thump, thump, thump.

All the soldiers stood on the ramparts.

Holding arrows, each quiver filled with arrows with specially forged new arrowheads by the blacksmiths under the king’s strict orders, and those among the famous adventurers who were said to be good archers wore soldiers’ uniforms.

And King Creon himself rode his horse out of the castle walls.

To welcome the hero who had hunted the Erymanthian Boar.

Or, to subdue the rapist Heracles.

“He’s coming!”

Far away.

Beyond the horizon, a white horse was walking, its glossy fur fluttering.

Even from a distance, a giant man, Heracles, wearing a lion skin, was riding the white horse, walking proudly like a triumphant general.

“Megara…?”

And in front of Heracles, a blonde woman riding on the white horse with him-Megara, dressed in a white dress, was holding the reins of the white horse with Heracles.

“Oh, Father?”

There was nothing wrong with Megara.

She wasn’t sweating, her face wasn’t flushed, and even her voice was calm.

The only change was that she had become a more seductive woman than when she left the kingdom.

If she usually showed a nervous appearance and was a woman who didn’t know what she was thinking, now she was confidently showing herself in front of everyone.

By tightly gripping the reins she held with Heracles.

By leaning her body further back, rubbing her hips left and right against Heracles’ groin area.

By leaning her head against Heracles’ chest, as if acting cute, like she had become Heracles’ pet.

Anyone could see that Megara had fallen for Heracles, proving to the world that Megara was Heracles’ woman.

“Good heavens…. How did this…?”

“King Creon-isiyeo.”

Heracles bowed his head with an indescribably polite voice.

“We will be moving out.”

“What? Moving out…?”

“…Moving out.”

Heracles raised Megara’s left hand.

On her left hand, a radiant golden ring, unlike anything else in the world, was sparkling, and on Heracles’ left ring finger, the same ring was sparkling as well.

“I, Heracles, will marry Princess Megara.”

“……..”

King Creon was confused by the extremely polite words.

Perhaps what the soldiers had said so far wasn’t true.

Perhaps the adventurers were jealous and envious, and they were just making strange noises about having sex.

“Heh, heh…. Wait, hold on. Then, the pregnancy…?”

“It’s only been a month, but….”

Megara stroked her lower abdomen with one hand, giving a shy smile.

“If my next period doesn’t come, it will mean I’m carrying Heracles-nim’s child.”

“Heo….”

“Y-Your Majesty?!”

King Creon foamed at the mouth for a different reason and collapsed.

* * * *

Marriage.

As a god, he had been married several times, but as Heracles, it was his first.

-Don’t get married.

-Why?

-Just don’t if I tell you not to, you fuck.

Someone tells you not to get married.

They say marriage is a shortcut to a man’s grave, a path where freedom disappears and only responsibility remains.

But if there is someone you want to marry, if you think it’s okay to spend the rest of your life with this woman, you can consider marriage.

“Hoo. Who else would take this woman if not me.”

“……What did you say.”

Megara, who was in my arms, was sucking my dick and then touched my dick with her hand in a blunt manner.

“You know there’s no other woman who can handle your dick like this, right?”

“Why not? There’s Hydra, the lioness of Mount Cithaeron, and if I look, I’ll find more.”

“…But there’s no other female who can spread her pussy for you like this, right?”

Megara sucked my dick and then climbed right on top of me.

“Are there any women who can get on top like this?”

“Keuheu, no.”

In Greece, it’s rare to see, since it’s basically the norm in this world for a woman to be below a man, but if there’s a woman who can uniquely get on top of a man, it would be this woman.

“Keueu, it’s tight. Make it tighter. So that my dick becomes limp and doesn’t get hard even if I look at other women anymore.”

“What if it gets to the point where it doesn’t get hard even when you look at me?”

“If that happens, then you’ll have to make it hard.”

I reached my hand down and gently pushed it inside Megara’s butt.

“Eup…?!”

“Men have a place called the prostate. And if you poke it, jizz will just pour out. You think that’s all? The limp dick will stand right up.”

“Y-You want me to put my finger there?”

“No. Lick it with your tongue.”

“……..”

Megara frowned.

“Why? Do you think you can’t do it?”

“…Are you doing it now?”

“No, no. Sometime, later.”

When that time comes.

“Heuaa, that’s good.”

Byureureureut.

I came inside Megara without warning.

Megara accepted it without any complaints, and I leisurely looked up and caressed Megara’s hand, which was stroking from my chest to my neck.

“If we’re going to live like this, having leisurely sex with each other, there shouldn’t be any incidents like giants or beasts attacking humans. Right?”

“…Do you know what will happen if there are too many humans?”

Megara slowly stroked my neck.

That sensation reminded me of a long time ago, before I was born into this world, when I had a one-night stand with a white horse, and my heart suddenly sank.

“Why?”

“…No, just.”

It’s just an unpleasant déjà vu.

I suppressed that feeling and grabbed Megara’s pelvis.

“If humans increase, the gods’ domain will shrink, humans will think knowing gods is bullshit, then it will become a world of humans and the gods will be forgotten. Humans will fight each other, and the world will be destroyed.”

“…Knowing that.”

“That’s none of my business.”

Only one thing is important to me.

“Megara.”

I lifted my upper body and grabbed Megara’s chin.

“I’ll just take care of everything that interferes with our married life.”

“……Heung.”

Megara silently reached her hand behind my neck.

After that.

The giants who seemed like they should have appeared, no longer appeared.