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The Titan 30
🕑 Added 2025-03-10 05:23:34 +0000 UTCTheres R-18 at the end of this chapter.
Chapter 30:
– Titus –
I stood beside Diana, holding her hand tightly as we watched Hera finish her work on the Purple Healing Ray.
Diana's grip tightened around my fingers, and I felt the slight tension in her muscles. She was worried, but she wouldn't show it openly—not in front of Hera, anyway.
Hera stepped back from the glowing violet machine, wiping her forehead. She turned toward me, her expression calm but tired. "I've done as much as I can," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "The Purple Healing Ray is now attuned to Match's DNA. Specifically, I've adjusted it to more closely match mine."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Wait, what do you mean 'more closely match it to yours'? I thought we just needed to stabilize his Kryptonian side."
Hera sighed deeply, looking slightly uncomfortable. She glanced briefly at Diana before returning her gaze to me. "His Kryptonian DNA is strong, but it's incomplete. The scientists who created him—your so-called Lex Luthor—left out significant portions. That's why his mind is shattered, and his instincts are so violent."
I frowned at the explanation. Diana gently squeezed my hand, reassuring me. I glanced at her for support before turning back to Hera.
"So you're saying Match is basically missing pieces of himself?" I asked carefully, wanting to be sure I understood correctly.
"Exactly," Hera confirmed. "Large segments of the genetic material are just…gone. That missing DNA is essential. Without it, he'll never have any hope of being anything more than a rabid beast. I could repair him temporarily with magic alone, but his condition would degrade again rapidly."
Diana looked worried. "What are you planning then, Hera?"
"I'm going to fill in the gaps with my own DNA," Hera said bluntly. "It's the only real solution that will stick."
My eyes widened a bit. "Wait, you're going to give him your DNA? Like, divine DNA?"
"Yes," she confirmed, rolling her eyes slightly. "That's literally what I just said."
Diana's expression was one of pure shock, and her jaw dropped slightly. "Hera…you mean you're willing to have a child—a son—with your own divine essence? And one who wasn’t even born naturally?"
Hera's cheeks turned pink. She turned her head to avoid our eyes. "If my bastard husband Zeus can father dozens of children out of wedlock with any random mortal woman he fancies, then I see no reason why I can’t use my DNA to adopt a son myself." She looked back at us defiantly, though I could see embarrassment lingering behind her proud demeanor. "Besides, after how I've behaved recently, perhaps it's time I do something genuinely good for once."
Diana gave her a warm smile, obviously impressed by the change in Hera's attitude. "That’s surprisingly noble of you."
Hera scoffed lightly, regaining her confidence. "Well, don't let word spread. I have a reputation to maintain."
I chuckled at that. Hera had definitely changed, and for the better. "You know, Hera, I think you'll make a good mom," I teased gently.
Hera rolled her eyes, though she was smiling slightly. "Don't push your luck with the compliments…"
I grinned at her, feeling genuine warmth toward this woman who, until recently, had been completely insane. Now, here she was helping me save a brother I barely knew. Life was really fucking weird.
Diana leaned into me slightly, whispering quietly in my ear, "Seems like you're making a good impression on her."
I smirked down at Diana. "Jealous?"
She just rolled her eyes, but her cheeks turned a little pink, just like Hera's had earlier. "Maybe just a little."
Hera cleared her throat loudly, drawing our attention back to her. "When you're both done whispering like lovesick teenagers, we have a procedure to finish."
She gestured toward Match, still unconscious and bound safely by Diana’s lasso on the stone examination table. The purple ray hummed gently, ready to activate.
"You should probably step back," Hera advised us, gesturing toward the doorway. "It's safe for me, but I'm unsure how my divine energy will interact with you directly, Titus."
Diana gently pulled me backward. "Come on. Let's trust her."
I nodded and followed Diana to the doorway, glancing back at Hera once more. "Thank you for this," I said sincerely.
Hera looked genuinely touched for just a moment. "Don't mention it," she said softly. "Now go."
We backed out into the hallway, and Diana gently shut the heavy wooden doors behind us.
I exhaled, leaning against the wall, my shoulders feeling heavy. Diana rested a comforting hand on my chest, watching my expression closely. "You alright?" she asked softly.
"I guess," I admitted. "It's just… I really want this to work. Match might be unstable, but he's family. I can't lose him. Not another brother."
Diana nodded, understanding completely. "I promise we'll do everything we can to help him. He’s family, Titus—our family now."
I smiled softly at that, pressing my forehead against hers. "Thanks for being here with me, Diana."
She cupped my cheek gently, smiling warmly back at me. "Always."
We stood together in silence for a while, waiting for whatever would happen next. Behind those doors, Hera was working magic that I couldn't even begin to understand. But at least she was trying. That had to count for something.
A sudden flash of purple light burst through the gaps around the doorframe. It faded quickly, followed by silence. Diana glanced at me nervously, and we both stepped closer to the door, hesitating slightly before pushing it open again.
Inside, Hera stood beside Match’s table, panting slightly. Match himself seemed completely calm now, his expression peaceful in sleep. Hera turned toward us, wiping sweat from her brow and nodding in satisfaction.
"Did it work?" I asked cautiously, stepping forward.
Hera nodded, clearly exhausted. "Yes. His DNA has stabilized. He will recover, physically and mentally. But it might take some time for him to fully adjust."
Relief washed over me instantly, and I sighed heavily. "Thank god," I muttered.
"Thank Hera," Diana corrected with a smile, placing a gentle hand on Hera's shoulder. "You truly did something wonderful."
Hera waved her off, looking slightly embarrassed. "Yes, yes. Don’t get sentimental. It was simply a matter of pride—like I said, Zeus has enough illegitimate offspring. I suppose it was time I adopted one of my own."
I approached the table and placed a gentle hand on Match’s shoulder. He seemed stable and calm now, completely different from the wild beast he’d been earlier.
"Welcome back, little brother," I said quietly, feeling relieved for the first time since we found him.
Match stirred slightly, but stayed asleep. It looked like it would take time before we saw how much he’d improved, but at least there was hope at this point.
For now, that was enough.
…
I sat at a luxurious dinner table in the grand dining hall of Themyscira’s palace, with Diana seated comfortably at my side.
Across from us sat Hippolyta and Antiope, the sisters watching me with expressions that I could only call "carefully neutral."
Hera, still regaining her confidence after recent events, sat a few seats down from everyone else, occasionally glancing at us as Amazonian servants gracefully filled our goblets with wine and placed steaming dishes of delicious-looking food in front of us.
Despite the lavish spread, the atmosphere at the table felt tense. Everyone was clearly waiting for someone to break the silence.
Finally, Hera sighed, setting down her goblet and straightening her shoulders. She cleared her throat, capturing our attention immediately.
"I suppose I should address the obvious," she began, her voice calm but hesitant. "Hippolyta, Antiope—I apologize for my actions weeks ago. Trying to kill both of you was clearly not my finest moment. I was not in my right mind, but that is no excuse. You deserve my sincerest apology."
Antiope narrowed her eyes slightly, clearly wary. "An apology doesn't erase what you did, Hera," she said.
Hippolyta raised her hand gently, calming her sister. "It doesn't erase anything, no, but I accept your apology nonetheless." Hippolyta paused for a moment, looking somewhat distant as she stared into her goblet. "I understand the sting of betrayal very well myself—too well, perhaps."
There was obviously more to her words, but before I could ask, Diana nudged my side gently beneath the table. I glanced at her, and she subtly shook her head. Clearly, it wasn't the right time to pry into family history.
We quietly began eating, allowing a few moments of calm to settle over us again. The tension began to ease somewhat, helped along by the amazing food.
Eventually, Hippolyta broke the silence with a warm smile. "So, Diana, Titus, tell me–what are your plans once you return to Man's World?"
Diana gave her mother a thoughtful look before answering. "We intend to track down the organization known as The Light. After what they've done, we cannot allow them to operate freely."
I nodded, agreeing with Diana. "Yeah, I want some payback..."
“Us Greeks do enjoy our vengeance,” Hera said.
Hippolyta raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Vengeance is well and good, but will that leave you with time for your heroics?"
"Definitely," I replied confidently. "I actually enjoy going on patrols. I'm looking forward to getting back to it, honestly."
Diana chuckled softly beside me, squeezing my hand affectionately under the table. "I'm sure the prospect of turning those patrols into dates doesn't hurt either, does it, Titus?"
I gave her a sheepish grin, shrugging slightly. "Well, I mean, it does help. Kara, Karen, Rachel…they're all incredible women. Mixing dates with patrols just seems natural."
And then there was Shayera and whatever was going on there between us…?
Hippolyta smiled warmly at us. "I'm glad you're finding happiness amidst your duties, Titus. Even if it's with a harem of all things." She rolled her eyes.
Antiope snorted at her sister. “Oh please, Hippolyta. As if you haven't had a few harems of beautiful women yourself over the centuries…”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise over that comment while Hippolyta blushed as she drank more wine.
"What about Grail?" Diana asked me with a teasing grin. "What sort of ‘dates’ does she prefer? Although I know you two only went on that one yesterday…If it could be called that."
I laughed softly at the thought of Grail. "Honestly? Her ideal date is probably either lazing around doing absolutely nothing—or going all out and beating the crap out of people."
“I figured.” Diana sighed.
Everyone around the table chuckled, even Hera.
"As for your brother Match, do not worry. He is welcome to remain here on Themyscira as long as he needs." Hippolyta said.
Hera straightened her shoulders proudly. "Of course, I will be staying on the island as well. I intend to ensure MY SON is raised properly and grows into a noble gentleman." She cast me a playful, pointed glare, adding, "Better than some other men I know."
I pretended offense, placing a hand dramatically on my chest. "What exactly says I'm not already a gentleman?"
Diana shot me a playful look, barely containing her laughter. "Perhaps the fact that you have a harem? That includes ME." She winked.
"Fair enough, you've got me there."
…Dinner went surprisingly well once we got all the awkwardness out of the way.
Afterwards, everyone moved into a more comfortable room filled with plush couches, flickering torches, and plenty more wine. Antiope and Hippolyta had both gotten noticeably tipsy, their cheeks slightly flushed as they laughed together. Hera, meanwhile, pulled out a golden flask of some godly alcohol—I had no idea where she’d hidden it, but judging by its smell, it was pretty strong stuff. She poured generous servings into goblets for herself, Diana, and me.
Diana was currently giving me a lap pillow. Her fingers slowly ran through my hair, tenderly massaging my scalp. It felt pretty damn nice. I glanced over at Queen Hippolyta, who looked very amused by our relaxed state.
The queen chuckled warmly, breaking the peaceful silence. “So, Titus,” she began, sipping more wine, "how exactly is your harem life treating you really?”
I blinked, caught off guard by how blunt she was being, but I shrugged with a small smile. “I think it’s going pretty well, actually.”
Diana hummed softly, continuing her massage as she rolled her eyes playfully. She clearly wasn’t bothered by the topic, though I felt her fingers pause momentarily.
Hippolyta laughed softly, swirling her goblet. "I'm sure it is. Especially considering the noises I overheard the last time you two stayed at the palace.”
I felt my face heat up slightly at her implication. Diana just chuckled openly this time, clearly amused by my embarrassment.
“Mo–ther, please,” Diana said, shaking her head with a faint smile. “Don’t embarrass Titus.”
“Oh, relax, Diana. He doesn’t look that embarrassed,” Hippolyta teased, leaning back casually and turning her gaze back to me with a playful expression. “But let me ask you something else, Titus. Do you think you can handle multiple women at once? Because, trust me—I know by experience. I can say that it requires a certain… unique set of skills in the bedroom.”
Antiope groaned from beside Hippolyta, covering her face with one hand. “Must you be so crass, Hippolyta?”
“I’m not being crass,” Hippolyta protested, pouting slightly. “I’m asking a genuine question! If Titus wants to continue having relationships with multiple women, it’s something he needs to consider.”
“She does have a point,” Diana said, looking down at me with an amused smirk. “Not that you’ve had any complaints so far.”
Hippolyta grinned broadly. "Yes, I gathered that, judging by the noises I heard the last time you visited the palace," She said for a second time.
Diana’s cheeks turned slightly pink at her mother’s teasing. “Mother…”
“I’m just saying, you two were quite vocal,” Hippolyta continued, clearly enjoying the reaction she was getting from Diana. “I thought you were going to bring the palace down.”
Hera, sitting a couple of seats away, took a long sip of her own goblet and raised an eyebrow. "Now you've gotten me curious, Hippolyta. Titus doesn't seem the boastful type, so tell us—is your daughter exaggerating his skills, or is he really that capable?"
“Oh, he’s quite capable,” Diana said without hesitation, meeting Hera’s eyes with confidence. “He’s extremely well-endowed as well.”
“Damn right I am,” I chuckled before pausing. "Alright, I’ll admit it," I finally said, shifting a bit to get more comfortable in Diana's lap. "I’ve never actually been with more than one woman at a time. The only other woman besides Diana that I’ve even slept with so far is Rachel…”
“That simply won’t do,” Hippolyta said. “You might be good with your cock, but you only have one of those. You need to learn how to be proficient with your hands and mouth as well.” She glanced pointedly at Diana, then at me again. “Obviously your main lover has failed to teach you that so far,” she said with a small smirk.
Antiope rolled her eyes next to Hippolyta. “Must you be so shameless about everything?” she said to Hippolyta.
Across from us, Hera sat swirling her glass of wine. I could see that she seemed very interested in wherever this was all going…
“I haven't failed to teach him anything. We have simply been enjoying ourselves naturally,” Diana said.
Hippolyta downed the rest of her own wine and grinned at Diana. “I could teach him for you right now,” she said, throwing me a wink. “I doubt there’s a better time, or a better group, for that matter.”
Diana glanced down at me. “Well, I won’t stop you if you wish to take her up on her offer.”
“I…I guess I could learn,” I finally said.
Hippolyta looked pleased. She chuckled softly. “That’s the spirit.” She set her empty wine glass aside. “Come here, Titus.”
I rolled myself off of Diana’s comfortable thighs and got up.
Hippolyta rose from the couch. She stood before me, slipping her toga off her shoulder and letting it fall to the floor.
I swallowed hard when I saw her naked. She had a tall, athletic figure, and yet still had amazing curves. Her large breasts had full, round shapes with pink nipples that were already slightly stiff. Her stomach was flat and taut. A small, trimmed patch of blonde hair crowned her folds.
She was quite simply breathtaking. A literal queen.
She turned around slowly, as though giving me time to appreciate every angle and a perfect ass to go with the rest of her. Then she sat back down, naked and unashamed, positioning herself on the cushion next to Antiope. Antiope looked as though she might say something, but she pressed her lips together, her cheeks growing pink.
Hippolyta spread her legs to reveal everything. She crooked a finger at me. “Kneel between my legs, Titus, and I’ll teach you how to please a woman with your mouth.”
I walked to her, then lowered myself to my knees on the soft carpet. I looked up. My focus was locked on her parted lower lips.
I heard the rustle of movement behind me. Diana sat up. Antiope shifted on the couch, and Hera adjusted her posture in the armchair. I had four sets of eyes on me, but the strongest stare belonged to Hippolyta.
“Don’t be nervous,” she said. She reached out, brushing her fingers through my hair. “Relax,” she said. “I’ll guide you.”
I nodded a bit nervously. My hands rested on her hips. I leaned forward and let out a slow breath.
Hippolyta slid her hand to the back of my head, encouraging me. “Kiss me down there,” she said, her tone gentle but firm.
I started by pressing my lips to the top of her mound, just over the trimmed patch of blonde hair. Her scent flooded my senses, and my cock got so hard I felt like it might tear my own costume.
I let a few small kisses trail downward, my mouth gradually approaching the delicate folds below. Hippolyta inhaled quietly, her fingers massaging my hair.
“Slow, gentle at first,” she instructed. “Explore a bit. Make me crave more before you get too intense.”
I kissed the sensitive flesh around her clit, giving small, careful caresses with my lips. I moved my mouth in slight circles, learning the texture of her folds.
Hippolyta’s breathing began to shift. Her exhales grew deeper. “Good,” she said. “Now use your tongue. Start slow.”
I slid my tongue out, tracing a narrow path along her slit. I heard a tiny sound of approval from her. She parted her knees a bit more, and my hands slid down her thighs, holding them tightly in place. Her skin was really soft despite her thighs being so toned.
I paused, taking a quick glance up to see her face. She nodded at me, so I went further. I pressed my mouth more firmly to her folds, letting my tongue explore. I moved up, found the small, sensitive knot of her clit, and flicked it softly.
Her hips gave a little jolt. “Slow circle,” she murmured. “Focus on it, but don’t overwhelm me.”
I did as she asked, rolling my tongue around her clit. I changed my rhythm, sometimes pressing a bit more firmly, sometimes easing off. She responded with small shifts of her hips. Her breath sounded heavier, and every so often, a soft moan escaped her lips.
Behind me, I heard faint shuffling. I knew the three women were all still watching intensely.
“Yes,” Hippolyta whispered after a short while. “Keep going. Pay attention to how my body reacts.”
She was definitely getting wet now.
I kept circling my tongue around her clit. I varied my pressure based on her small tells. When her hips tilted forward, I added a little more pressure. When her breathing sped up, I continued the same motion for a little longer before slowing. She made low noises of pleasure. Occasionally, she’d rest her free hand on my shoulder, squeezing it as if praising my efforts.
I felt her thighs tense, so I slid one hand inward, letting my thumb brush near her opening. “May I?” I asked, my voice low, words muffled against her skin.
Hippolyta gave a brief nod. “Yes, don’t stop!”
I shifted my hand so that my thumb eased in, feeling her slick walls. I applied gentle pressure, just enough to fill her, while my tongue continued its soft exploration of her clit. She gasped softly. I felt her muscles squeeze around my thumb, and she let out a groan of pleasure.
“That’s it,” she said, her tone breathless. “Use your mouth. Use your fingers. Work them together.”
Encouraged, I started sliding my thumb in slow strokes while my lips captured her clit more firmly. I gently sucked on that sensitive spot, then ran the flat of my tongue along her folds.
She let out a low moan. Her hand tightened in my hair.
“Good,” she breathed. “That’s good….”
My free hand gripped her outer thigh, holding on as I continued the steady movement of my mouth and thumb.
Her responses became louder and more frequent. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out, and I could hear her heart start pounding. Every shift of her hips matched my motions. My tongue glided along her clit in tight circles, and my thumb curled inside, pressing against her inner walls.
She inhaled sharply, and her voice tightened. “Right there,” she whispered. “Don’t change that. Just keep going.”
“Your wish is my command.” I obeyed, repeating the same circular pattern with my tongue while my thumb applied consistent pressure. Her breathing deepened. She tossed her head back. Her expression shifted into one of pure concentration, as if she were welcoming the wave about to crash over her body.
“Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum, Titus!”
Her thighs trembled against my shoulders. She let out a raw, open-mouthed moan, and her pussy walls tightened around my thumb. A rush of heat and wetness met my mouth. She began to jerk her hips in small thrusts, and I held on, keeping the same motion until she rode out her climax.
When she finally relaxed, she exhaled a shuddering breath. She leaned her head back against the couch cushions, her body going limp.
For a moment, Hippolyta didn’t speak. Then she looked down at me with a grin. “You have a gift for learning quickly,” she said. She withdrew her hand from my hair and touched my cheek. “That was well done, Titus.”
I felt relief and pride stir inside my chest. I made a woman cum my first time going down on her.
Antiope cleared her throat. She was still seated, but her face was flushed. I noticed a barely concealed desire in her eyes. Hera, on the other hand, looked wide-eyed and almost shy, but I could tell she was fascinated.
“That was quite the show,” Diana said behind me.
Antiope shook her head slowly, letting out a soft sigh. “Well, Hippolyta,” she said, “you definitely know how to teach. That was—” She stopped, as if searching for a delicate word.
Hera finished the thought for her. “That was very…thorough.”
Hippolyta laughed quietly. “Come up here, Titus,” she said. “I’d like to congratulate you properly.”
I rose from the floor and stood before her. Her gaze flicked down to the bulge in my costume’s pants. My cock still throbbed, desperate for attention.
She tugged at my pants, and I let her remove them. Soon, I stood naked in front of four pairs of hungry eyes. Hippolyta slid her hand around my length. A small moan slipped from my mouth. She began stroking me slowly, focusing on the shaft.
“You look ready to burst,” she teased. “But I think now it's time for a true lesson. To see if you can handle multiple women at once. What do the rest of you think?” she asked them all.
My cock immediately twitched at her words. Really!?
“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Diana said while standing up from the couch. She started stripping right there in front of everyone.
“Are you sure?” I asked her and she winked at me as her amazing breasts spilled free.
“Definitely…”
“Fuck it, I haven’t slept with a man in two thousand years…” Antiope said and started removing her own toga.
My eyes finally shifted to Hera who was biting her lip in indecision as her eyes raked over my body…
XXX
Those three women won’t be joining his “main harem” but that doesn’t mean he can’t have some fun whenever he visits the island.
Comments
Ototsu_Yume
I can see Titus being responsible for a baby boom amongst the Amazons, possibly a new wave of godlings in the future too starting with Hera. Thanks for the chapter.
