GoT: A New God's Conquest

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- Zeus, King of the gods -

Twirling his Master Bolt around in utter boredom, Zeus sighed after checking a nearby hourglass, his troublesome brother late as usual.

And with the throne room empty aside from the head seat he lazed across, he couldn't even pass the time bantering with his fellow Olympians.

But it couldn't be helped; nothing would ever get solved if he also had to deal with the bickering that such gatherings always brought along.

Sensing the unmistakable divinity that carried the smell of the sea, Zeus perked up in his seat, easily regaining the regal demeanor that he prided himself upon.

Though, as his brother's raging aura met his own, Zeus could tell that this would be quite the unpleasant bit of business.

He frowned; this might even delay his plans of frolicking around with his favorite forest nymphs.

Zeus internally cursed the nine generations of whoever decided to set his brother off this time.

Damn, and now he was even monologuing like one of those annoying old farts of the Chinese pantheon.

"Zeus, what do you want?" His brother roared, slamming the doors nearly off their hinges without any care for poor Hephestus who'd be tasked with fixing the immaculately carved granite.

"Poseidon, is that any way to talk to your king?" He raised a brow, but seeing the returned glare that wouldn't be going away anytime soon, Zeus decided to be the bigger god. "Whatever, I'll let it slide… but only if you tell me why you've seen fit in turning the Atlantic into one giant hurricane."

"It doesn't concern you; the ocean is my domain," Poseidon crossed his arms together. The stubborn bastard.

"It does concern me when I have strongly worded letters from every pantheon and supernatural community piling up on my desk," Zeus shot back a glare of his own. "Do you even realize how much paperwork this little tantrum of yours has made for me?"

"Hah, the mighty Zeus filling out paperwork? Have you fallen so low as to even steal credit from that hardworking secretary of yours?" his brother falsely accused, making him look away from those knowing green eyes for just the slightest of moments.

"Listen, I'm only trying to help here," Zeus decided to move past the allegation.

"Oh? Is that so? Or is it just another way to avoid your wife? What? Has Hera caught you in bed with another human?" Poseidon chuckled, really starting to get on his nerves before he paused, a smirk now on his face.

"Dear brother of mine, are my ears failing me, or is that projection I'm hearing?" Zeus teased, but after seeing his brother stiffen at the words, he realized he might be onto something. "Oho, don't tell me I'm right. Now, come out with it, brother, or I'll be forced to assume that this was all caused by some pretty mortal running away from that ugly mug of yours."

But as his brother remained silent, Zeus narrowed his eyes, making sure the grin he knew infuriated his kin remained ever-present.

"Hmm, now what could make my usually candid brother so taciturn?" Zeus asked himself aloud, smugly leaning back into his throne. "A child, perhaps? One of problematic origins?" he continued, yet the god in question didn't seem likely to budge.

"Your silence is telling, but then again, you've always been a terrible liar," Zeus deadpanned, wondering how long his brother would keep up this abysmal act.

"The pact we made…" Poseidon started, and Zeus knew that he'd been hitting the nail on the head this whole time. Damn, he was good.

"Bah, fuck the pact. It's not like I don't have a few of my own demi-gods running around out there." Zeus waved off. After all, what were mere words to the great sky god?

"It's my son… He and his mother were taken," Poseidon finally spilled the beans, and Zeus couldn't help patting himself on the back for his impeccable deductions.

"Taken, you say? And you're sure the woman hasn't simply left for greener pastures?" Zeus further prodded.

"Sally would never," Poseidon growled, a trident forming from a swirl of water after he'd apparently hit a very sore spot.

"Peace, peace, brother, I'll take your word for it," he tried placating. "Besides, do you really want to waste any more time when we could be looking for your woman?"

"You plan on helping?" Poseidon gave him a weird look, clearly skeptical. But Zeus had no idea why. When has he been anything but the magnanimous king, always willing to assist his subjects?

"Oi, don't look at me like that, you damn fucker. You're going to ruin my good mood," he cursed.

"It's just surprising is all, brother," Poseidon replied, making him huff.

"Fine, if you're done then, let's get on with it; just make sure Hades doesn't find out about this. We don't need a civil war breaking out because of that silly agreement."

Poseidon gave him a grateful nod, but before he got to the boring business, there was one thing Zeus needed to know.

"One thing first, brother. Tell me more about this mortal that managed to get your attention. Surely, she must have some impressive assets, what with that fine piece you've got back at Atlantis," Zeus asked, obscenely gesturing his hands around.

"Please take your vulgar conversation elsewhere. The Hall of the Gods is no place for this," a new voice interrupted, positively not making him jump in his seat.

"Ahh, fuck! Hestia, I told you to quit startling me like that," Zeus glared at his meddling sister tending the chamber's hearth.

"It's you who never fails to forget my presence," Hestia claimed.

"Fine, let's get out of here, Poseidon," Zeus decided not to get into an argument, stomping out of the palace with his brother following behind.

- Azazel, Governor General of the Gregori -

"Argh, enough!" Azazel finally broke, incinerating yet another report that somehow managed to cross his desk.

All he wanted to do was get back to his research, but with the Heaven faction going on a rampage within their ranks out of nowhere, he couldn't escape the dreaded paperwork.

Well, that was it, he decided. No more; he'd get back to his lab even if it meant fighting past the Great Red himself.

But just as he went to stand, the hair on the back of his neck rose, cold sweat forming on his brow.

"Where, exactly, do you think you're going?" A cold voice echoed between the dreaded walls of his office, the only woman he dared not offend stepping out of the shadows like a fucking demon. And the stack of papers half his height that she slammed down only further hammered in the sentiment.

"Erm… I wasn't going anywhere; just stretching, haha," he lied, quickly returning to his seat under Penemue's narrowed gaze.

"Good," she nodded with a soft smile, easily switching personas without any care for his feelings.

Well, back into the depths of hell for me, he thought, internally sighing, only for the ring of his cell to distract him from his dark thoughts.

A chance perhaps? A light on the other side of the tunnel, maybe?

Pausing, Azazel subtly checked the caller ID and, at the same time, noticed his scary secretary's glare.

"It's lady Leviathan; this could be important," he told the demoness, letting out a breath when she didn't object.

"Azazel here," he eagerly answered, because anything was better than dealing with that damned paperwork.

"Az-Kun! I can't stand it anymore! All these complaints, the never-ending pile of reports! Mau, I haven't been able to see my adorable So-Tan in days!" Serafall screeched, making him hold his phone at a distance to save his eardrums.

"Ah, Sera-Tan, I'm in the same boat. All this just had to happen right when I was about to make a breakthrough in my research," Azazel sighed, his grief only slightly placated knowing he wasn't suffering alone.

"Please, Az-Kun, tell me you've found out something that'll end this torture?" his fellow faction leader begged, and he could only shake his head at the thought. If he had any information that could help, he'd have likely been too distracted in his lab to answer the call.

"Sorry, Sera, I have no idea what's gotten into that annoying brother of mine. Even the few informants I have left in the church are only telling me things we all already know," he had to disappoint.

"Nooo, why!? Az-Kun, you were my last hope," The strongest female devil whined, but before he had any thoughts on continuing the nonsensical chat, Penemue had him rethinking the notion, one of her dainty fingers menacingly tapping against her crossed arms. And if Azazel knew one thing, then it'd be that that particular posture meant he was close to losing more than a few feathers if he didn't smarten up real quick.

"Erm, anyways, shouldn't you be the one with the answers? From what I've heard, it's one of your territories that'll be welcoming a delegation from the church," Azazel questioned, bringing the conversation to something that his secretary would hopefully deem productive.

"Eh? Naughty, naughty Az-Kun, that was meant to be a secret. I don't suppose you'll tell me how you found out?" Serafall asked.

"Heh, I have my ways," he gloated, ignoring Penemue clearing her throat, knowing full well that it was his secretary's hard work coming in clutch. "But the real question is: Are you going to let the fallen join in and make it a threesome?"

"Hmm, I guess that would depend. How much would something like that be worth to you?" She opened the negotiating floor, her serious tone letting him know that he was now speaking with Satan Leviathan rather than her magical girl counterpart.

"How about a favor, within reason, of course," Azazel easily offered, sure that his generosity would be appreciated.

"I guess I could allow a few of your stray exorcists to join for such a paltry price," the little shit replied, his brow twitching at the insult.

"Two favors, and I won't go any higher," he tried again.

"Three, and you can only send some two-winged fallen," the bitch shot back.

"Fine," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Az-Kun," Serafall happily chimed, his response being to end the call without another word.

And only after slamming his cell onto the desk did he realize that it meant his pitiful self would be heading back into the hell that was paperwork.

Fuck.

- Lux -

"Nngh, yes, Daddy, right there," Gabriel moaned, his elongated tongue snaking its way into the beauty's delicious depths as her soft thighs straddled his face.

Lux, of course, obliged, focusing on the slightly rougher patch of flesh that had his woman's wonderfully pink slit gushing across his face.

"Love, you've been ignoring little Lux for long enough," he scolded after taking a breath, giving one of those juicy cheeks a light slap.

"Sorry, Daddy, you're just too much sometimes." Gabriel giggled, leaning down to give his cock some much-needed attention, supple lips teasing his tip as lithe hands stroked his shaft.

Now, that's more like it, Lux thought, eagerly diving back into his favorite meal.

Not that he didn't love the taste of all his women, but Gabriel's sweet nectar was like the forbidden fruit that was never meant to be devoured, the dark half of his divinity urging him to taint such a pure flower.

But this time, Lux thoroughly beat down the attempted influence. He loved his angel just the way she was. Though he wouldn't mind enjoying such a lovely body while it carried another of his progeny, he grinned, his ministrations speeding up with that idea in mind.

And so lost in the sauce as he was, it took Gabriel hitting his leg to pull him back to the real world.

"Eh? What was that, dear?" Lux mumbled into her sopping quim.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I've been meaning to ask: What is that woman doing over there?" Gabriel gestured to Melisandre in the corner, each of the redhead's limbs chained tight to the walls.

"Mmn, that? Just a bit of punishment," Lux waved off, internally chuckling at the former red priestess's state, her pale skin flushed and exposed cunt creating a mess of arousal between her legs, all while begging for forgiveness through a golden ball gag.

"I see, and what called for such a… punishment?" Gabriel asked.

"The woman just didn't know when to quit with her incessant preaching. Don't get me wrong, being worshipped is nice and all, but at some point, it becomes a little much," Lux told the angel, switching their positions until her gorgeous eyes met his own, her heated core grinding against his length. "But now that we're talking, there's something I've been meaning to bring up."

"What is it, Father? You know that I'm yours to command," Gabriel once again declared her loyalty.

"Oh, I know," Lux said, getting a cry of pleasure from his angel after fully sheathing himself into her waiting pussy. "But it's nothing so serious; I've just heard that you'll be sending some priests and angels into devil territory."

"Y-Yes, we've been planning on entering peaceful negotiation since before your arrival. The group will be meeting with the one priest who already happened to be living there," Gabriel stuttered, trying to get ahold of herself while his deep thrusts never paused. "Do you want me to call it off?"

"No, but assign the group you had ready somewhere else; I'll go myself," Lux decided, feeling his lover's walls tighten after grabbing onto one of her outrageously large tits.

"You're going to let the world know that Heaven has a new leader?" Gabriel asked, panting after her climax.

"I'll be going in disguise; just tell them that I'm one of your many exorcists."

"As you wish, Father," Gabriel agreed without hesitation, making him smile at having such a dedicated woman all for himself.

"Good girl," Lux praised, releasing the load he'd been holding back into her fertile womb, Gabriel's eyes going wide as she felt his seed taking root.

- The Next Day -

Stepping out of the teleportation circle and onto the outskirts of Kuoh Town with his group in tow, Lux wondered if he should just go ahead and wipe this country off the face of the earth. After all, surely it was Japan's fault that furry culture even existed.

But in this world, it was also the home of skimpily dressed schoolgirls. So, he was at a crossroads of sorts; something that couldn't be decided so easily.

"My lord, this place doesn't deserve your divine presence," Melisandre grumbled, distracting him from his deliberations.

"Enough, woman. Do you want another round in the cuck corner?" Lux threatened, making his annoying sexy priestess go silent. "More importantly, I don't need you tainting little Asia's mind with your drivel," he added, uselessly trying to pat down those few stuck-up strands of hair on the girl's head.

"I still don't know why you forced me to come," Asha complained, and in truth, he had no other reason for bringing the Greyjoy along other than thinking it'd be funny to see her wearing a nun's habit.

"Don't worry, my dear, you'll have an important role to play," he lied. "Now, enough yapping; I believe our guide has arrived," Lux gestured to the middle-aged man walking towards them.

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