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Apollo would be lying if he said that everyone on Olympus didn’t have some sort of daddy issue. For the elder deities; their complicated relationships with their fathers were easy enough to understand… because, you know… Kronos ate his children. The titan just gobbled them up like they were a delicious ambrosia square instead of his offspring. Apollo didn’t blame his aunts and uncles one bit for hating that man. But as for Apollo’s own father?
Well, that’s where things got a bit more complicated.
It was safe to say that Apollo had mixed feelings about the man who had sired him. There were some that he had no issue revealing; such as the sheer amount of respect that the Sun God had for the King of the Sky… but there were also thoughts that lurked beneath the surface of Apollo’s pretty face that not even he wanted to confront. After all, it was no secret that Zeus was a pretty awful man. He had no qualms about parading his conquests past his ever-loyal wife or meddling in the lives of mortals to an almost sickening degree. (The latter wasn’t something that personally had Apollo all in a tizzy, but it seemed to bother his sister, so he supposed that there was some merit to it.) Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad if the man had any sort of redeeming qualities, but Apollo knew that there weren’t any.
In truth, Apollo held a lot of resentment for the man for one, singular reason; how he treated his mother Leto. The titaness had been another of the Lightning King’s many conquests and after she had fallen pregnant with the twins, he did nothing to spare her from the wrath of Hera. Zeus had allowed the mother of his children to wander the earth, searching for a safe place to give birth without any sort of aid. This didn’t sit right with the younger half of those twins as his loyalty and love for his mother was just as strong as the bond with his sister. As kind and gracious Zeus had been since the twins were born; Apollo found it difficult to look past the circumstances that had led up to it.
But like whenever Apollo had any sort of thought that was even marginally complex; he swallowed these feelings up and buried them behind the revelry and fun that he was known for. After all, it was far easier to pound any frustration plaguing his mind into whatever nymph he thought was the prettiest that day.
However, he couldn’t do that this day. Not when Zeus himself wanted to speak to Apollo.
So, despite the fact that Apollo had spent just a little too much time around Ares was now in an angry funk, he buried his own feelings behind a sly smile and made his way over to his father’s temple to see what his old man wanted from him.
When Apollo arrived, electing not to arrive in his chariot out of concern that he might appear to be showing off, he was surprised to see that Zeus was nowhere to be found. Apollo scowled at the sight of the empty throne room. All this fuss and he couldn’t be bothered to show up? The young god bitterly thought to himself as he moved closer to the large chair in the center of the room where his father ruled the heavens and mortal realm from. If his father had bothered to be on time, he would have been seated there, dwarfing his son and physically displaying the strength and might that he held. Apollo wasn’t sure that he had ever seen it empty like this before.
If there was one certain thing about Apollo was that he had no semblance of control or rational thought. So, naturally when he saw that the throne was empty and that there was no one else in the temple, his curiosity got the better him. Cautiously, he approached the throne of his father and tentatively reached out to touch the cool stone. He just wanted to know what it felt like to have that seat of power underneath his finger tips as he usually not permitted to go anywhere near it.
He might had even dared to sit on it… if he hadn’t heard footsteps coming from the front of the temple. Quickly, like a mouse caught in candlelight, Apollo leapt away from the seat and scrambled to a safe distance from the throne before cautiously calling out, “ Father? Is that you?”
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Apollo would be lying if he said that everyone on Olympus didn’t have some sort of daddy issue. For the elder deities; their complicated relationships with their fathers were easy enough to understand… because, you know… Kronos ate his children. The titan just gobbled them up like they were a delicious ambrosia square instead of his offspring. Apollo didn’t blame his aunts and uncles one bit for hating that man. But as for Apollo’s own father?
Well, that’s where things got a bit more complicated.
It was safe to say that Apollo had mixed feelings about the man who had sired him. There were some that he had no issue revealing; such as the sheer amount of respect that the Sun God had for the King of the Sky… but there were also thoughts that lurked beneath the surface of Apollo’s pretty face that not even he wanted to confront. After all, it was no secret that Zeus was a pretty awful man. He had no qualms about parading his conquests past his ever-loyal wife or meddling in the lives of mortals to an almost sickening degree. (The latter wasn’t something that personally had Apollo all in a tizzy, but it seemed to bother his sister, so he supposed that there was some merit to it.) Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad if the man had any sort of redeeming qualities, but Apollo knew that there weren’t any.
In truth, Apollo held a lot of resentment for the man for one, singular reason; how he treated his mother Leto. The titaness had been another of the Lightning King’s many conquests and after she had fallen pregnant with the twins, he did nothing to spare her from the wrath of Hera. Zeus had allowed the mother of his children to wander the earth, searching for a safe place to give birth without any sort of aid. This didn’t sit right with the younger half of those twins as his loyalty and love for his mother was just as strong as the bond with his sister. As kind and gracious Zeus had been since the twins were born; Apollo found it difficult to look past the circumstances that had led up to it.
But like whenever Apollo had any sort of thought that was even marginally complex; he swallowed these feelings up and buried them behind the revelry and fun that he was known for. After all, it was far easier to pound any frustration plaguing his mind into whatever nymph he thought was the prettiest that day.
However, he couldn’t do that this day. Not when Zeus himself wanted to speak to Apollo.
So, despite the fact that Apollo had spent just a little too much time around Ares was now in an angry funk, he buried his own feelings behind a sly smile and made his way over to his father’s temple to see what his old man wanted from him.
When Apollo arrived, electing not to arrive in his chariot out of concern that he might appear to be showing off, he was surprised to see that Zeus was nowhere to be found. Apollo scowled at the sight of the empty throne room. All this fuss and he couldn’t be bothered to show up? The young god bitterly thought to himself as he moved closer to the large chair in the center of the room where his father ruled the heavens and mortal realm from. If his father had bothered to be on time, he would have been seated there, dwarfing his son and physically displaying the strength and might that he held. Apollo wasn’t sure that he had ever seen it empty like this before.
If there was one certain thing about Apollo was that he had no semblance of control or rational thought. So, naturally when he saw that the throne was empty and that there was no one else in the temple, his curiosity got the better him. Cautiously, he approached the throne of his father and tentatively reached out to touch the cool stone. He just wanted to know what it felt like to have that seat of power underneath his finger tips as he usually not permitted to go anywhere near it.
He might had even dared to sit on it… if he hadn’t heard footsteps coming from the front of the temple. Quickly, like a mouse caught in candlelight, Apollo leapt away from the seat and scrambled to a safe distance from the throne before cautiously calling out, “ Father? Is that you?”
Apollo would be lying if he said that everyone on Olympus didn’t have some sort of daddy issue. For the elder deities; their complicated relationships with their fathers were easy enough to understand… because, you know… Kronos ate his children. The titan just gobbled them up like they were a delicious ambrosia square instead of his offspring. Apollo didn’t blame his aunts and uncles one bit for hating that man. But as for Apollo’s own father?
Well, that’s where things got a bit more complicated.
It was safe to say that Apollo had mixed feelings about the man who had sired him. There were some that he had no issue revealing; such as the sheer amount of respect that the Sun God had for the King of the Sky… but there were also thoughts that lurked beneath the surface of Apollo’s pretty face that not even he wanted to confront. After all, it was no secret that Zeus was a pretty awful man. He had no qualms about parading his conquests past his ever-loyal wife or meddling in the lives of mortals to an almost sickening degree. (The latter wasn’t something that personally had Apollo all in a tizzy, but it seemed to bother his sister, so he supposed that there was some merit to it.) Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad if the man had any sort of redeeming qualities, but Apollo knew that there weren’t any.
In truth, Apollo held a lot of resentment for the man for one, singular reason; how he treated his mother Leto. The titaness had been another of the Lightning King’s many conquests and after she had fallen pregnant with the twins, he did nothing to spare her from the wrath of Hera. Zeus had allowed the mother of his children to wander the earth, searching for a safe place to give birth without any sort of aid. This didn’t sit right with the younger half of those twins as his loyalty and love for his mother was just as strong as the bond with his sister. As kind and gracious Zeus had been since the twins were born; Apollo found it difficult to look past the circumstances that had led up to it.
But like whenever Apollo had any sort of thought that was even marginally complex; he swallowed these feelings up and buried them behind the revelry and fun that he was known for. After all, it was far easier to pound any frustration plaguing his mind into whatever nymph he thought was the prettiest that day.
However, he couldn’t do that this day. Not when Zeus himself wanted to speak to Apollo.
So, despite the fact that Apollo had spent just a little too much time around Ares was now in an angry funk, he buried his own feelings behind a sly smile and made his way over to his father’s temple to see what his old man wanted from him.
When Apollo arrived, electing not to arrive in his chariot out of concern that he might appear to be showing off, he was surprised to see that Zeus was nowhere to be found. Apollo scowled at the sight of the empty throne room. All this fuss and he couldn’t be bothered to show up? The young god bitterly thought to himself as he moved closer to the large chair in the center of the room where his father ruled the heavens and mortal realm from. If his father had bothered to be on time, he would have been seated there, dwarfing his son and physically displaying the strength and might that he held. Apollo wasn’t sure that he had ever seen it empty like this before.
If there was one certain thing about Apollo was that he had no semblance of control or rational thought. So, naturally when he saw that the throne was empty and that there was no one else in the temple, his curiosity got the better him. Cautiously, he approached the throne of his father and tentatively reached out to touch the cool stone. He just wanted to know what it felt like to have that seat of power underneath his finger tips as he usually not permitted to go anywhere near it.
He might had even dared to sit on it… if he hadn’t heard footsteps coming from the front of the temple. Quickly, like a mouse caught in candlelight, Apollo leapt away from the seat and scrambled to a safe distance from the throne before cautiously calling out, “ Father? Is that you?”
Zeus didn't often allow his children to step into his private sanctum. Between the fuss it stirred every time Hera stepped in to find him fucking whatever nymphs he'd found to his taste and the fact that Ares had come in to play with his precious lightning bolts... it just wasn't worth being intruded upon. At least, privately. To hold meetings between the Gods was an entirely different matter, and it was always a big middle finger to Hera whenever he had the opportunity or desire to hold them.
It was always so fun, seeing her angry. It stirred this sweet sense of desire for her that reminded him why he'd seduced her all those years ago and made her marry him. But, that was the distant past. The present was nigh, and the mortals were stirring in the realm below, poking their measly sticks at one another and killing each other in his name. He could see the crimson clouds looming over Greek skies, but did he care?
Not yet, anyway. It was left to other Gods to really show the flicker of concern. So long as the world kept spinning and he liked it, he just reaped the benefits of it all.
He'd called Apollo over, not for some grand discussion about the state of things, but to poke at him about how he was doing. Often left to the rear of Zeus' attention, it'd been a couple decades at the very least and he owed it to his boy to see how he was doing.
"Yeah, yeah. Just a minute, or maybe even come over here!" he called out.
His eyes were on this voluptuous piece of ass, swinging her hips as she walked down the seedier streets of Taengea. He'd thought more than once of having his way with her, but figured that he'd leave her for later. Savour her steps a bit more, keep his tabs, and come when she wasn't on the prowl for someone else. Zeus' attention, after all, was worth every second of anyone's time.
"Ah, my boy," he began once he senses Apollo obeying him, hearing the light footsteps as he oh-so-cautiously avoided the throne. He wondered, if the younger God was tempted to take that seat for himself, or if he was pleased with his lot in the world.
Gods knew that Zeus wasn't in his position, but perhaps Zeus had a bit more ambition than Apollo did.
Zeus took enough steps to take to his son's back, swinging an arm around the boy's shoulder and leading him to his favoured spot on the edge of his domain.
"How do you feel about them, hm? Those little playthings on the ground? I know you pay some attention. It's adorable, seeing their pitiable struggles and their grasping at straws."
He'd admitted it before, just how little interest he had in their prosperity. Especially as the ages passed and the other Gods saw more attention thrown their way. Maybe he'd need to throw a few stones, get that healthy bit of fear and respect. Or love. Whatever worked.
"And how's your mother?" he asked, showing just a flicker of concern. While it dismayed Hera to know that Leto was alive all this time, she never quite got the hold on her that she wanted. Zeus preferred to keep it that way, lest Apollo and Artemis whine about her end.
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Zeus didn't often allow his children to step into his private sanctum. Between the fuss it stirred every time Hera stepped in to find him fucking whatever nymphs he'd found to his taste and the fact that Ares had come in to play with his precious lightning bolts... it just wasn't worth being intruded upon. At least, privately. To hold meetings between the Gods was an entirely different matter, and it was always a big middle finger to Hera whenever he had the opportunity or desire to hold them.
It was always so fun, seeing her angry. It stirred this sweet sense of desire for her that reminded him why he'd seduced her all those years ago and made her marry him. But, that was the distant past. The present was nigh, and the mortals were stirring in the realm below, poking their measly sticks at one another and killing each other in his name. He could see the crimson clouds looming over Greek skies, but did he care?
Not yet, anyway. It was left to other Gods to really show the flicker of concern. So long as the world kept spinning and he liked it, he just reaped the benefits of it all.
He'd called Apollo over, not for some grand discussion about the state of things, but to poke at him about how he was doing. Often left to the rear of Zeus' attention, it'd been a couple decades at the very least and he owed it to his boy to see how he was doing.
"Yeah, yeah. Just a minute, or maybe even come over here!" he called out.
His eyes were on this voluptuous piece of ass, swinging her hips as she walked down the seedier streets of Taengea. He'd thought more than once of having his way with her, but figured that he'd leave her for later. Savour her steps a bit more, keep his tabs, and come when she wasn't on the prowl for someone else. Zeus' attention, after all, was worth every second of anyone's time.
"Ah, my boy," he began once he senses Apollo obeying him, hearing the light footsteps as he oh-so-cautiously avoided the throne. He wondered, if the younger God was tempted to take that seat for himself, or if he was pleased with his lot in the world.
Gods knew that Zeus wasn't in his position, but perhaps Zeus had a bit more ambition than Apollo did.
Zeus took enough steps to take to his son's back, swinging an arm around the boy's shoulder and leading him to his favoured spot on the edge of his domain.
"How do you feel about them, hm? Those little playthings on the ground? I know you pay some attention. It's adorable, seeing their pitiable struggles and their grasping at straws."
He'd admitted it before, just how little interest he had in their prosperity. Especially as the ages passed and the other Gods saw more attention thrown their way. Maybe he'd need to throw a few stones, get that healthy bit of fear and respect. Or love. Whatever worked.
"And how's your mother?" he asked, showing just a flicker of concern. While it dismayed Hera to know that Leto was alive all this time, she never quite got the hold on her that she wanted. Zeus preferred to keep it that way, lest Apollo and Artemis whine about her end.
Zeus didn't often allow his children to step into his private sanctum. Between the fuss it stirred every time Hera stepped in to find him fucking whatever nymphs he'd found to his taste and the fact that Ares had come in to play with his precious lightning bolts... it just wasn't worth being intruded upon. At least, privately. To hold meetings between the Gods was an entirely different matter, and it was always a big middle finger to Hera whenever he had the opportunity or desire to hold them.
It was always so fun, seeing her angry. It stirred this sweet sense of desire for her that reminded him why he'd seduced her all those years ago and made her marry him. But, that was the distant past. The present was nigh, and the mortals were stirring in the realm below, poking their measly sticks at one another and killing each other in his name. He could see the crimson clouds looming over Greek skies, but did he care?
Not yet, anyway. It was left to other Gods to really show the flicker of concern. So long as the world kept spinning and he liked it, he just reaped the benefits of it all.
He'd called Apollo over, not for some grand discussion about the state of things, but to poke at him about how he was doing. Often left to the rear of Zeus' attention, it'd been a couple decades at the very least and he owed it to his boy to see how he was doing.
"Yeah, yeah. Just a minute, or maybe even come over here!" he called out.
His eyes were on this voluptuous piece of ass, swinging her hips as she walked down the seedier streets of Taengea. He'd thought more than once of having his way with her, but figured that he'd leave her for later. Savour her steps a bit more, keep his tabs, and come when she wasn't on the prowl for someone else. Zeus' attention, after all, was worth every second of anyone's time.
"Ah, my boy," he began once he senses Apollo obeying him, hearing the light footsteps as he oh-so-cautiously avoided the throne. He wondered, if the younger God was tempted to take that seat for himself, or if he was pleased with his lot in the world.
Gods knew that Zeus wasn't in his position, but perhaps Zeus had a bit more ambition than Apollo did.
Zeus took enough steps to take to his son's back, swinging an arm around the boy's shoulder and leading him to his favoured spot on the edge of his domain.
"How do you feel about them, hm? Those little playthings on the ground? I know you pay some attention. It's adorable, seeing their pitiable struggles and their grasping at straws."
He'd admitted it before, just how little interest he had in their prosperity. Especially as the ages passed and the other Gods saw more attention thrown their way. Maybe he'd need to throw a few stones, get that healthy bit of fear and respect. Or love. Whatever worked.
"And how's your mother?" he asked, showing just a flicker of concern. While it dismayed Hera to know that Leto was alive all this time, she never quite got the hold on her that she wanted. Zeus preferred to keep it that way, lest Apollo and Artemis whine about her end.
Out of all the possible reasons that could have inspired Zeus to invite his son into the King’s throne room -- Apollo never could have imagined it was to gawk at some Taengean woman. Though, truthfully he shouldn’t have been all that surprised when the Sun God found himself face to face with the current mortal that had captured his father’s attentions. After all, out of all the gods here on Olympus, Apollo was the one that inherited a near perfect copy of his father’s lusts. If Zeus wanted to show off this new piece of ass that he had found, this would be the son that he summoned.
“Well I know how this one makes me feel.” He absentmindedly muttered back, his mind too preoccupied with the perfect view of this woman to really take notice of what his father had said. Had Zeus brought this question up in any other situation he might have had a more thoughtful answer… but really what did his father expect? Like father, like son. You can’t put a nice piece of eye candy in front of them and expect them to pay attention.
Without meaning to, Apollo stiffened at the mention of his mother, breaking the lustful spell that he had been in. It wasn’t something that he openly spoke about as it would be nothing short of blasphemy to speak ill of Zeus, but it had been his father’s treatment of Leto that brought forth that slight taste of resentment within him. How could he not feel bitter about what he had done to her? His wonderful mother, one of only two women that Apollo had ever truly respected, had been left to wander seemingly for eternity to find a safe place to bear the children Zeus had sired. The god before him could have put a stop to the torture long before Leto had been lucky enough to find Delos… Yet he didn’t. He allowed Leto to be in great fear and pain all because he did not want to upset the wife he had already betrayed a thousand times over.
It might seem like a rather silly thing to be mad at his father over. After all, there had been countless women, both divine and mortal, who had a similar tale to tell. It happened so often that it almost bordered on not being Zeus’s fault as his inability to keep it in his pants seemed to be more an affliction than anything else at this point. However it was different for Apollo. He held a deep amount of love and respect for the woman who had raised him… and a great deal of frustration that the twin gods needed to continue to hide Leto from Hera’s wrath. His mother couldn’t freely wander about Olympus whenever the Queen of the Gods was here on Olympus. Instead, she had to be shuffled between her children’s temples, hoping that Hera would not feel as if she was in the mood for another hunt for the mother of her step-children.
Had Apollo felt that this was a place that he could speak freely, he might have mentioned as much. He might have waxed poetic about how it was cruel to keep such a bright ray of light hidden away out of fear of a woman who should really get with the damn picture that Leto and her children were here to stay. However, Apollo didn’t have that freedom. One did not show any sort of anger towards Zeus and Hera if they wished to live. Apollo would merely have to swallow down his pain, just as he had done for the last thousand years. It’s not like Zeus would really care anyways, even if he did show just a smidge of genuine interest.
“She’s alright.” He said quietly, trying to not let his reluctantness to speak about this topic show, “She enjoys getting to spend time with Arty -- I mean, Artemis.” His words were simple and hopefully, would be enough to satisfy Zeus about what poor Leto was up too. However, was anything really ever enough to satisfy the King of the Gods?
Shaking these thoughts out of his head, Apollo turned his attention back to the fine piece of Taengean ass that Zeus was following from high above the country that Apollo loved the most. “But we should talk about more important things… like what are your plans for that” His words were accompanied with a knowing grin. After all, Apollo had inherited his father’s lust so he had a good idea of what his father was planning to do with her once the king of the gods made his way into the mortal realm again.
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Out of all the possible reasons that could have inspired Zeus to invite his son into the King’s throne room -- Apollo never could have imagined it was to gawk at some Taengean woman. Though, truthfully he shouldn’t have been all that surprised when the Sun God found himself face to face with the current mortal that had captured his father’s attentions. After all, out of all the gods here on Olympus, Apollo was the one that inherited a near perfect copy of his father’s lusts. If Zeus wanted to show off this new piece of ass that he had found, this would be the son that he summoned.
“Well I know how this one makes me feel.” He absentmindedly muttered back, his mind too preoccupied with the perfect view of this woman to really take notice of what his father had said. Had Zeus brought this question up in any other situation he might have had a more thoughtful answer… but really what did his father expect? Like father, like son. You can’t put a nice piece of eye candy in front of them and expect them to pay attention.
Without meaning to, Apollo stiffened at the mention of his mother, breaking the lustful spell that he had been in. It wasn’t something that he openly spoke about as it would be nothing short of blasphemy to speak ill of Zeus, but it had been his father’s treatment of Leto that brought forth that slight taste of resentment within him. How could he not feel bitter about what he had done to her? His wonderful mother, one of only two women that Apollo had ever truly respected, had been left to wander seemingly for eternity to find a safe place to bear the children Zeus had sired. The god before him could have put a stop to the torture long before Leto had been lucky enough to find Delos… Yet he didn’t. He allowed Leto to be in great fear and pain all because he did not want to upset the wife he had already betrayed a thousand times over.
It might seem like a rather silly thing to be mad at his father over. After all, there had been countless women, both divine and mortal, who had a similar tale to tell. It happened so often that it almost bordered on not being Zeus’s fault as his inability to keep it in his pants seemed to be more an affliction than anything else at this point. However it was different for Apollo. He held a deep amount of love and respect for the woman who had raised him… and a great deal of frustration that the twin gods needed to continue to hide Leto from Hera’s wrath. His mother couldn’t freely wander about Olympus whenever the Queen of the Gods was here on Olympus. Instead, she had to be shuffled between her children’s temples, hoping that Hera would not feel as if she was in the mood for another hunt for the mother of her step-children.
Had Apollo felt that this was a place that he could speak freely, he might have mentioned as much. He might have waxed poetic about how it was cruel to keep such a bright ray of light hidden away out of fear of a woman who should really get with the damn picture that Leto and her children were here to stay. However, Apollo didn’t have that freedom. One did not show any sort of anger towards Zeus and Hera if they wished to live. Apollo would merely have to swallow down his pain, just as he had done for the last thousand years. It’s not like Zeus would really care anyways, even if he did show just a smidge of genuine interest.
“She’s alright.” He said quietly, trying to not let his reluctantness to speak about this topic show, “She enjoys getting to spend time with Arty -- I mean, Artemis.” His words were simple and hopefully, would be enough to satisfy Zeus about what poor Leto was up too. However, was anything really ever enough to satisfy the King of the Gods?
Shaking these thoughts out of his head, Apollo turned his attention back to the fine piece of Taengean ass that Zeus was following from high above the country that Apollo loved the most. “But we should talk about more important things… like what are your plans for that” His words were accompanied with a knowing grin. After all, Apollo had inherited his father’s lust so he had a good idea of what his father was planning to do with her once the king of the gods made his way into the mortal realm again.
Out of all the possible reasons that could have inspired Zeus to invite his son into the King’s throne room -- Apollo never could have imagined it was to gawk at some Taengean woman. Though, truthfully he shouldn’t have been all that surprised when the Sun God found himself face to face with the current mortal that had captured his father’s attentions. After all, out of all the gods here on Olympus, Apollo was the one that inherited a near perfect copy of his father’s lusts. If Zeus wanted to show off this new piece of ass that he had found, this would be the son that he summoned.
“Well I know how this one makes me feel.” He absentmindedly muttered back, his mind too preoccupied with the perfect view of this woman to really take notice of what his father had said. Had Zeus brought this question up in any other situation he might have had a more thoughtful answer… but really what did his father expect? Like father, like son. You can’t put a nice piece of eye candy in front of them and expect them to pay attention.
Without meaning to, Apollo stiffened at the mention of his mother, breaking the lustful spell that he had been in. It wasn’t something that he openly spoke about as it would be nothing short of blasphemy to speak ill of Zeus, but it had been his father’s treatment of Leto that brought forth that slight taste of resentment within him. How could he not feel bitter about what he had done to her? His wonderful mother, one of only two women that Apollo had ever truly respected, had been left to wander seemingly for eternity to find a safe place to bear the children Zeus had sired. The god before him could have put a stop to the torture long before Leto had been lucky enough to find Delos… Yet he didn’t. He allowed Leto to be in great fear and pain all because he did not want to upset the wife he had already betrayed a thousand times over.
It might seem like a rather silly thing to be mad at his father over. After all, there had been countless women, both divine and mortal, who had a similar tale to tell. It happened so often that it almost bordered on not being Zeus’s fault as his inability to keep it in his pants seemed to be more an affliction than anything else at this point. However it was different for Apollo. He held a deep amount of love and respect for the woman who had raised him… and a great deal of frustration that the twin gods needed to continue to hide Leto from Hera’s wrath. His mother couldn’t freely wander about Olympus whenever the Queen of the Gods was here on Olympus. Instead, she had to be shuffled between her children’s temples, hoping that Hera would not feel as if she was in the mood for another hunt for the mother of her step-children.
Had Apollo felt that this was a place that he could speak freely, he might have mentioned as much. He might have waxed poetic about how it was cruel to keep such a bright ray of light hidden away out of fear of a woman who should really get with the damn picture that Leto and her children were here to stay. However, Apollo didn’t have that freedom. One did not show any sort of anger towards Zeus and Hera if they wished to live. Apollo would merely have to swallow down his pain, just as he had done for the last thousand years. It’s not like Zeus would really care anyways, even if he did show just a smidge of genuine interest.
“She’s alright.” He said quietly, trying to not let his reluctantness to speak about this topic show, “She enjoys getting to spend time with Arty -- I mean, Artemis.” His words were simple and hopefully, would be enough to satisfy Zeus about what poor Leto was up too. However, was anything really ever enough to satisfy the King of the Gods?
Shaking these thoughts out of his head, Apollo turned his attention back to the fine piece of Taengean ass that Zeus was following from high above the country that Apollo loved the most. “But we should talk about more important things… like what are your plans for that” His words were accompanied with a knowing grin. After all, Apollo had inherited his father’s lust so he had a good idea of what his father was planning to do with her once the king of the gods made his way into the mortal realm again.
"Well, I know how this one makes me feel."
Of course he did. Zeus found the chuckle escaping his lips before he could mind it. Though Apollo's expression seemed somewhat absent, his answer was right on the mark. Both the God of the Sun and the King of the Gods had their appetites, lust a consuming thing that worked on an axis quite different from some of the other Gods. For beings like Aphrodite and Dionysus, excess and pleasure was tied to their worship, making it hallowed and "special" in a way that almost inspired Zeus to vomit at the idea of it all. No, him and Apollo fucked for the sake of it, and it was amusing for the king that he had at least one child he could understand.
After all, Zeus had never been the best father. Nor a good one. Greedy and motivated almost entirely by self... the differences between them bloomed with his next utterance. Zeus arched a brow as he saw Apollo stiffen, as the king kept talking about the boy's mother. It was clear to him that there was something feztering there, a resentment held by aeons. Zeus wondered if the boy might ever build up the courage to admit it. Where Apollo had Zeus' appetite, he seemed to lack the man's nerve to call him out for something he clearly harboured in his heart.
But, he didn't.
Instead, Apollo's words emerged with a veil of indifference about them. It was good to hear of Leto's relative health and safety, but in the end, Apollo only said as much as he wanted to say. The conversation turned back towards the Taengean girl in the mortal realm, and Zeus felt the smirk catch upon his lips as his electric gaze followed a path downwards through the veil to the mortal realm. The beautiful woman was having a chat, laughter ringing in the God's ears as he listened to her conversation.
"She has such a pretty voice. But, I don't plan on having her use it much. A woman's mouth has other things it can do," he answered, laughter pulled from his lips. The God of the Sky could use the distraction, to escape from Olympus and the ramblings of Hera, who always seemed to find reasons to accuse and shout at him.
Admittedly, her accusations are normally true.
But, regardless of their validity, Zeus harkened to the days where Hera was less irritating. When Olympus seemed on a proper course of peace and prosperity... It never lasted for long. The king of the Gods pursed his lips before he added,
"I'll do what I usually do. Dress myself in a foreigner's skin, get her to submit to me... and leave her trembling and presumably pregnant. You'll have another little sibling to watch from the heavens."
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"Well, I know how this one makes me feel."
Of course he did. Zeus found the chuckle escaping his lips before he could mind it. Though Apollo's expression seemed somewhat absent, his answer was right on the mark. Both the God of the Sun and the King of the Gods had their appetites, lust a consuming thing that worked on an axis quite different from some of the other Gods. For beings like Aphrodite and Dionysus, excess and pleasure was tied to their worship, making it hallowed and "special" in a way that almost inspired Zeus to vomit at the idea of it all. No, him and Apollo fucked for the sake of it, and it was amusing for the king that he had at least one child he could understand.
After all, Zeus had never been the best father. Nor a good one. Greedy and motivated almost entirely by self... the differences between them bloomed with his next utterance. Zeus arched a brow as he saw Apollo stiffen, as the king kept talking about the boy's mother. It was clear to him that there was something feztering there, a resentment held by aeons. Zeus wondered if the boy might ever build up the courage to admit it. Where Apollo had Zeus' appetite, he seemed to lack the man's nerve to call him out for something he clearly harboured in his heart.
But, he didn't.
Instead, Apollo's words emerged with a veil of indifference about them. It was good to hear of Leto's relative health and safety, but in the end, Apollo only said as much as he wanted to say. The conversation turned back towards the Taengean girl in the mortal realm, and Zeus felt the smirk catch upon his lips as his electric gaze followed a path downwards through the veil to the mortal realm. The beautiful woman was having a chat, laughter ringing in the God's ears as he listened to her conversation.
"She has such a pretty voice. But, I don't plan on having her use it much. A woman's mouth has other things it can do," he answered, laughter pulled from his lips. The God of the Sky could use the distraction, to escape from Olympus and the ramblings of Hera, who always seemed to find reasons to accuse and shout at him.
Admittedly, her accusations are normally true.
But, regardless of their validity, Zeus harkened to the days where Hera was less irritating. When Olympus seemed on a proper course of peace and prosperity... It never lasted for long. The king of the Gods pursed his lips before he added,
"I'll do what I usually do. Dress myself in a foreigner's skin, get her to submit to me... and leave her trembling and presumably pregnant. You'll have another little sibling to watch from the heavens."
"Well, I know how this one makes me feel."
Of course he did. Zeus found the chuckle escaping his lips before he could mind it. Though Apollo's expression seemed somewhat absent, his answer was right on the mark. Both the God of the Sun and the King of the Gods had their appetites, lust a consuming thing that worked on an axis quite different from some of the other Gods. For beings like Aphrodite and Dionysus, excess and pleasure was tied to their worship, making it hallowed and "special" in a way that almost inspired Zeus to vomit at the idea of it all. No, him and Apollo fucked for the sake of it, and it was amusing for the king that he had at least one child he could understand.
After all, Zeus had never been the best father. Nor a good one. Greedy and motivated almost entirely by self... the differences between them bloomed with his next utterance. Zeus arched a brow as he saw Apollo stiffen, as the king kept talking about the boy's mother. It was clear to him that there was something feztering there, a resentment held by aeons. Zeus wondered if the boy might ever build up the courage to admit it. Where Apollo had Zeus' appetite, he seemed to lack the man's nerve to call him out for something he clearly harboured in his heart.
But, he didn't.
Instead, Apollo's words emerged with a veil of indifference about them. It was good to hear of Leto's relative health and safety, but in the end, Apollo only said as much as he wanted to say. The conversation turned back towards the Taengean girl in the mortal realm, and Zeus felt the smirk catch upon his lips as his electric gaze followed a path downwards through the veil to the mortal realm. The beautiful woman was having a chat, laughter ringing in the God's ears as he listened to her conversation.
"She has such a pretty voice. But, I don't plan on having her use it much. A woman's mouth has other things it can do," he answered, laughter pulled from his lips. The God of the Sky could use the distraction, to escape from Olympus and the ramblings of Hera, who always seemed to find reasons to accuse and shout at him.
Admittedly, her accusations are normally true.
But, regardless of their validity, Zeus harkened to the days where Hera was less irritating. When Olympus seemed on a proper course of peace and prosperity... It never lasted for long. The king of the Gods pursed his lips before he added,
"I'll do what I usually do. Dress myself in a foreigner's skin, get her to submit to me... and leave her trembling and presumably pregnant. You'll have another little sibling to watch from the heavens."
Apollo didn’t know what he had expected when he entered Zeus’s temple, but it certainly wasn’t this lustful chatter. Not that the god was complaining as Zeus made note of how good her flute-playing skills were. The Sun god could feel his own blood running hot as the inescapable thought of having this woman at his knees crept into his mind and it was such a lovely picture…
… That was promptly ruined by Zeus’s fucking pregnancy kink.
His gaze shifted to the man who sired him, a mixture of confusion and disgust crossing his face as he tried to wrap his head around whatever reasoning Zeus might have concocted for bringing their conversation around to something like that. The lust that had been burning bright beneath his skin quickly flickered out as Apollo was forced to consider that whatever brats this voluptuous woman bore would technically be of his blood. That had to be the least sexy thing that could have come up in this conversation. After all, he wasn’t Hera. He didn’t get some sick jealous thrill from hearing that there was another Zeus bastard running around.
“They’re gonna be human. They won’t count.” Apollo muttered as he rolled his eyes, trying to think of anything, but a squalling baby. His dad had done that on purpose, hadn’t he? He saw how interested his equally lustful son was getting over a woman he had marked as his own territory and his dad brought up this little fact to get his son to stand at ease. Either way, the sun god’s words were true. Just as long as the baby was sired whilst the god was in their mortal form, they didn’t count for anything as far as the fates were concerned, the gods themselves were not the father. Apollo should know, he had given Zeus his fair share of grandchildren in the mortal realm as well.
Even though Zeus had managed to thoroughly ruin the mood, Apollo still had that lingering undercurrent of hot blood rushing brightly through him. That was why he leaned forward slightly to bring the image a bit farther out, hoping to find some other woman in the scene he could drool over. However, Zeus had chosen well. There seemed to be no other women in sight who just as curvy as her. Figures.
“Well, tell me at least that she has an equally blessed sister who would also like a god in her bed.” A light, airy laugh escaped him as he spoke. Apollo had half the nerve to ask his father to not ruin this woman too much so that he might have a chance to get a taste of her for himself -- but he could sense that this would be more trouble than it was truly worth. Not only would it weird to have his dad’s sloppy seconds, but also in his experience, the mother’s of these almost demi-gods could be a bit more clingy to the second man that came along than the first. Apollo wanted a quick fuck. No emotions attached. Was that really too much to ask for?
His mind drifted to how complicated having an easy lay had become in the mortal realm below. The God of Light should know. The persona he had fashioned to tempt the Condos lord into Apollo’s bed was the third attempt by him to get Nikos to himself. Zeus might be a big fan of the chase, but Apollo wasn’t -- at least he wasn’t after what happened to poor Daphne. The humans were too stingy with their choices and it was quite disappointing really. He expected better from the Greeks of all people.
“I’m more surprised that there haven’t been any carefree events as of late. Dionysus is slacking again…” He absent-mindedly muttered, not fully expecting an answer from the King of the Gods as his lust began to grow again as he thought about just what could happen if the Greeks could get their shit together and do what they were best at doing. Apollo was getting frustrated up here.
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Apollo didn’t know what he had expected when he entered Zeus’s temple, but it certainly wasn’t this lustful chatter. Not that the god was complaining as Zeus made note of how good her flute-playing skills were. The Sun god could feel his own blood running hot as the inescapable thought of having this woman at his knees crept into his mind and it was such a lovely picture…
… That was promptly ruined by Zeus’s fucking pregnancy kink.
His gaze shifted to the man who sired him, a mixture of confusion and disgust crossing his face as he tried to wrap his head around whatever reasoning Zeus might have concocted for bringing their conversation around to something like that. The lust that had been burning bright beneath his skin quickly flickered out as Apollo was forced to consider that whatever brats this voluptuous woman bore would technically be of his blood. That had to be the least sexy thing that could have come up in this conversation. After all, he wasn’t Hera. He didn’t get some sick jealous thrill from hearing that there was another Zeus bastard running around.
“They’re gonna be human. They won’t count.” Apollo muttered as he rolled his eyes, trying to think of anything, but a squalling baby. His dad had done that on purpose, hadn’t he? He saw how interested his equally lustful son was getting over a woman he had marked as his own territory and his dad brought up this little fact to get his son to stand at ease. Either way, the sun god’s words were true. Just as long as the baby was sired whilst the god was in their mortal form, they didn’t count for anything as far as the fates were concerned, the gods themselves were not the father. Apollo should know, he had given Zeus his fair share of grandchildren in the mortal realm as well.
Even though Zeus had managed to thoroughly ruin the mood, Apollo still had that lingering undercurrent of hot blood rushing brightly through him. That was why he leaned forward slightly to bring the image a bit farther out, hoping to find some other woman in the scene he could drool over. However, Zeus had chosen well. There seemed to be no other women in sight who just as curvy as her. Figures.
“Well, tell me at least that she has an equally blessed sister who would also like a god in her bed.” A light, airy laugh escaped him as he spoke. Apollo had half the nerve to ask his father to not ruin this woman too much so that he might have a chance to get a taste of her for himself -- but he could sense that this would be more trouble than it was truly worth. Not only would it weird to have his dad’s sloppy seconds, but also in his experience, the mother’s of these almost demi-gods could be a bit more clingy to the second man that came along than the first. Apollo wanted a quick fuck. No emotions attached. Was that really too much to ask for?
His mind drifted to how complicated having an easy lay had become in the mortal realm below. The God of Light should know. The persona he had fashioned to tempt the Condos lord into Apollo’s bed was the third attempt by him to get Nikos to himself. Zeus might be a big fan of the chase, but Apollo wasn’t -- at least he wasn’t after what happened to poor Daphne. The humans were too stingy with their choices and it was quite disappointing really. He expected better from the Greeks of all people.
“I’m more surprised that there haven’t been any carefree events as of late. Dionysus is slacking again…” He absent-mindedly muttered, not fully expecting an answer from the King of the Gods as his lust began to grow again as he thought about just what could happen if the Greeks could get their shit together and do what they were best at doing. Apollo was getting frustrated up here.
Apollo didn’t know what he had expected when he entered Zeus’s temple, but it certainly wasn’t this lustful chatter. Not that the god was complaining as Zeus made note of how good her flute-playing skills were. The Sun god could feel his own blood running hot as the inescapable thought of having this woman at his knees crept into his mind and it was such a lovely picture…
… That was promptly ruined by Zeus’s fucking pregnancy kink.
His gaze shifted to the man who sired him, a mixture of confusion and disgust crossing his face as he tried to wrap his head around whatever reasoning Zeus might have concocted for bringing their conversation around to something like that. The lust that had been burning bright beneath his skin quickly flickered out as Apollo was forced to consider that whatever brats this voluptuous woman bore would technically be of his blood. That had to be the least sexy thing that could have come up in this conversation. After all, he wasn’t Hera. He didn’t get some sick jealous thrill from hearing that there was another Zeus bastard running around.
“They’re gonna be human. They won’t count.” Apollo muttered as he rolled his eyes, trying to think of anything, but a squalling baby. His dad had done that on purpose, hadn’t he? He saw how interested his equally lustful son was getting over a woman he had marked as his own territory and his dad brought up this little fact to get his son to stand at ease. Either way, the sun god’s words were true. Just as long as the baby was sired whilst the god was in their mortal form, they didn’t count for anything as far as the fates were concerned, the gods themselves were not the father. Apollo should know, he had given Zeus his fair share of grandchildren in the mortal realm as well.
Even though Zeus had managed to thoroughly ruin the mood, Apollo still had that lingering undercurrent of hot blood rushing brightly through him. That was why he leaned forward slightly to bring the image a bit farther out, hoping to find some other woman in the scene he could drool over. However, Zeus had chosen well. There seemed to be no other women in sight who just as curvy as her. Figures.
“Well, tell me at least that she has an equally blessed sister who would also like a god in her bed.” A light, airy laugh escaped him as he spoke. Apollo had half the nerve to ask his father to not ruin this woman too much so that he might have a chance to get a taste of her for himself -- but he could sense that this would be more trouble than it was truly worth. Not only would it weird to have his dad’s sloppy seconds, but also in his experience, the mother’s of these almost demi-gods could be a bit more clingy to the second man that came along than the first. Apollo wanted a quick fuck. No emotions attached. Was that really too much to ask for?
His mind drifted to how complicated having an easy lay had become in the mortal realm below. The God of Light should know. The persona he had fashioned to tempt the Condos lord into Apollo’s bed was the third attempt by him to get Nikos to himself. Zeus might be a big fan of the chase, but Apollo wasn’t -- at least he wasn’t after what happened to poor Daphne. The humans were too stingy with their choices and it was quite disappointing really. He expected better from the Greeks of all people.
“I’m more surprised that there haven’t been any carefree events as of late. Dionysus is slacking again…” He absent-mindedly muttered, not fully expecting an answer from the King of the Gods as his lust began to grow again as he thought about just what could happen if the Greeks could get their shit together and do what they were best at doing. Apollo was getting frustrated up here.
