Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 168 Milk and Honey Wine of Two Goddesses

Rhea Cave.

At that time, Zeus' mother, the goddess Rhea, gave birth to Zeus in this cave.

And now, in the place where Zeus was born, there is the goddess who held the infant Zeus in her arms.

At this moment, someone was grabbing the curved goat horns on his head, supporting his hands on the stone bed, and swaying his body to his heart's content.

After sending Europa back, Amalthea quickly found reasons and excuses to meet Eros in private again.

Such behavior is indeed a different kind of stimulation for both of them.

It was tense and exciting, which made both of them very excited.

Amalthea, who had only agreed to help Eros calm down and relieve his stress before, also relented this time.

If one of the two mouths is loose, the other one will naturally be unable to hold.

Soon, the two were connected at the place where Zeus once lived.

Holding Amalthea's curved horns is like holding the steering wheel of a sports car.

The goat goddess embraced everything about Eros, and no matter how violently he drove, it had no effect.

This kind of unlimited tolerance stimulated Eros to step on the accelerator even harder and more violently.

Each hit seemed to go straight into the deep of the fuel tank, quite powerful.

In a sense, this is also energy recycling.

"You bad guy, you always find ways to do bad things."

Amalthea said in a reproachful tone, pinching Eros' face with her free hand.

"Hiss, don't bite, it hurts~"

After taking dozens of sips, Eros smacked his lips contentedly and stopped eating.

If you eat any more, you’ll be full, and your burps will taste like goat’s milk.

Lying on the stone bed, Eros looked at the layout of the cave.

This place was sealed off after Zeus left.

Aside from Amalthea and Messali, Eros was probably the only one who came in here.

I don’t know what Amalthea was thinking when she asked him to meet her here in private.

Is it for multiple stimulation?

Thinking of the excitement, the image of another goddess flashed through Eros' mind.

"Hmm? You've just been quiet for a while, but you're already thinking about it again?"

Amalthea noticed Eros's reaction and was about to reach out to grab the root of evil, but Eros held her hand back.

"No, Amalthea, that is not what I meant."

Eros raised his head, put his ear close to Amalthea's and said a few words tentatively.

After hearing this, Amalthea showed a helpless expression.

"You, how can you say you want to eat honey? You obviously just want to eat honey. You are such a bad guy."

Although it was a blame, there was still a strong sense of doting in his tone.

He said he was helpless, but he didn't say he wouldn't do it.

Eros knew this very well, and he showed a look that Amalthea could not resist at all.

"I just want to taste the honey brewed by the goddess Mesali herself."

"I want to try it and see what's the difference between it and ordinary mead."

What familiar words! Amalthea was in a trance, as if she remembered that Zeus had said the same thing a long time ago.

Her heart softened immediately and she agreed reluctantly.

"Got it. You wait here and I'll help you find a way to deal with her."

"But even if she comes, whether you can eat the honey depends on your ability."

After saying that, Amalthea stood up, put on a veil, and went directly to find a way to deal with Messali for Eros.

I didn't expect that she could actually do it. Eros just said it with the mentality of giving it a try.

After Amalthea left temporarily, Eros sat up and walked around the former residence of Zeus.

Although there is no need to say much about the relationship between himself and Zeus, Eros always feels that he knows too little about Zeus.

It is the understanding of personal life apart from personality and style.

Zeus knew him very well, so no matter in which aspect, Zeus could always keep Eros under control.

And Eros knew very little about Zeus's daily preferences and living habits.

Only when you know both yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. Love is like a battlefield. Whoever knows the other better can take the initiative.

Eros usually tried to learn from Amalthea what kind of person Zeus was before.

However, no matter how much you know from others, it is not as good as observing Zeus’ former residence with your own eyes.

Although Zeus had not come back to live for a long time, it just happened that what Eros needed to know was not Zeus as the king of gods, but Dione, the Ocean goddess in his childhood.

Eros sat in the place where Zeus once sat, trying to guess what she had done in this dark cave.

Originally, the goddess Rhea gave birth to Zeus, but was replaced by a stone and swallowed by Cronus.

The dark cave became the hiding place of Zeus, the primordial mother goddess Gaia, the ocean god Oceanus, and the goddess of the night Nyx.

The three top gods worked together to help Zeus block the gaze of Kronos, the king of gods at the time.

Under the wings of the three great gods, Zeus spent a relatively happy childhood.

He was carefully cared for by two wet nurses on the island of Crete, and then he showed his skills on the ocean for the first time and traveled across the seven seas.

And from the cave where Zeus was born, one can still see some of Zeus's original shadow.

Just as Eros' thoughts were drifting, imagining what Zeus must have looked like at that time, footsteps were heard from behind him.

Bee goddess Mossali walked in step by step, shaking her shameful and charming lower body.

Even with the loose Greek gauze skirt, it still outlines the curve and reveals a bit of flesh color as the steps sway.

And perhaps it is because of this figure that when she walks, each step she takes overlaps like a model on the catwalk.

"What do you want to do by calling me here, you little rascal?"

Eros was also a little surprised when he saw Mosali's somewhat weird face.

He didn't expect Amalthea to be able to do it so quickly, and he didn't know what kind of medicine she had taken to have such a quick effect.

This made Eros not even know how to treat Messali for a moment.

"Huh? Why are you stunned?"

Seeing that Eros didn't say anything, Mosali sat down on the edge of the bed, crossed her long legs, and raised an eyebrow at Eros.

Her eyebrows are relatively thick, like the stripes of a bee, and paired with the narrow and charming eyeliner, she looks quite enchanting.

"Didn't Amalthea say you wanted to drink the honey I brewed? Why are you afraid to speak now that I'm here?"

Amalthea openly stated Eros's plan, and it seemed that she did not use any tricks.

Instead, he told Mosali everything directly, but even so she still came.

"Ahem, although that's true, isn't the honey brewed by the goddess herself a little too precious?"

Eros pretended to decline.

"It's quite precious. I rarely brew it for others to taste, especially freshly brewed and drunk~"

The difference between Messali and Amalthea is that Amalthea passively endures everything, while she is proactively aggressive.

"So do you want to drink it or not? It's because of your relationship with Zeus that I'm willing to let you drink fresh brew."

Zeus' name was mentioned intentionally or unintentionally, as if Eros was treated like this because he was Zeus' lover.

But what is the truth? Eros does not want to explore it for the time being, and Messali will not tell you.

"Since the goddess says so, I certainly won't refuse."

Eros readily agreed, and then he saw Melsali with a smile on her face, taking out several bottles of nectar from behind her.

Ah? Isn't this all fresh brew is?
The disappointment on his face was so evident that Mosali couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Don't worry, I will satisfy you."

"Come, sit over here."

Messali patted the seat beside her, and Eros sat down obediently, sniffing the sweet, honey-like scent of the goddess.

The goddess Messali spat out the honey she had just brewed. The sticky honey formed long threads and dripped into Eros' mouth bit by bit.

This honey is full of the sweetness of flowers and honey, and also has the taste of a goddess.

Although there was no close contact like when drinking goat's milk, Eros clearly felt the signal sent by his own little universe.

He knows how to have fun. He knows how to have fun very well.

There was no lip or tongue contact, but it felt surprisingly good.

Eros wanted to get up and bite the little mouth that brewed honey, but he held back.

Because he knew that Mosali definitely had more than just this little bit of strength.

After feeding Eros three mouthfuls of sweet honey in this way, the goddess in front of him seemed to gradually get drunk.

"Since you've already tasted the honey, let's try my fermented honey bar."

Messali lifted up Eros' head, half-knelt on the stone bed, and poured the collected nectar on her body.

The nectar slowly flowed down along the curves of her body, sticking the gauze skirt tightly to her body.

Finally, following the guidance of Mesali's fingers, it flowed into the mysterious garden and mixed with another kind of nectar.

When stirred with fingers, it gradually turns into watery yet somewhat viscous honey wine.

"Don't waste it. Drink it all up."

　It's just some chewing honey, there shouldn't be any problem...right?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)