She hated to admit it, not really, but her mother was more right than a saint. The best that the outside world had developed? The multimedia universe since the late 1980s
Nothing combined better with the noise of the water flowing delicately through their aqueducts and the soft rumor of the different conversations that their girls were having than the soft voice of Tielle in command of Sawano. A little paradise away from the darkness of the outside world, a paradise just for them...
Mythra, the goddess's second daughter, slowly stirred in her divine divan until she crossed an arm under her head, letting her multiple wives look for the most comfortable posture again using her huge body as the softest, largest and softest cushion in the world. Reducing the strength and tension of her muscles was no difficulty, unlike the posture she had taken, yet the comfort she offered to her loved ones justified being in positions not recommended for other humans.
Her girls, wives or whoever was present would like to call them enjoyed the afternoon in company with each other, some were entertaining with her watching a movie, others were resting around the room reading magazines, watching videos on their phones or playing video games. And even two of them training by fiddling with her humongous cock! Although Mythra did not understand their fascination with her half-hard member, the softness of her touch and her grip was too satisfying to say anything.
All united without needing to say anything, only their hearts connected to the giantessess's was enough for them. The skin-to-skin, soul-to-soul contact with her loved ones calmed the heart of the giantessess as nothing else in the world, perceiving every simple movement of their bodies from the breath to the blood through their veins aroused an inexplicable feeling of power ... one that Mythra doubted her other brothers and sisters felt. It was well known by both that the rest of the Goddess's children were not as open to being naked as she and her girls were, to touching each other no matter the moment ... to show their mutual love without caring about the outside world. What they saw as something weird, for them and their little family within Eva's big family was something as natural as breathing.
That feeling was something unique to her, something born of being able to love so many women with the same intensity as the first day, something born of her way of understanding love ... something of her own right. Mythra fiddled gently with that of her wives who had dared (as always) to snuggle in the gap between her chin and the mountains she called her breasts, Mia, the oldest of all and who had spent more time with her. For many, the mere concept of using a son and daughter of the Goddess as a personal mattress was an absolutely terrifying offense. For Mia? It was nothing more than a small innocent game.
And who could blame her? When your girlfriend and lover measure more than twice as much as you do in all directions, using her as a mattress is a bit too much-
"Evident? Logical? What will be your excuse to fill my breasts with drool while taking a nap between them?" Mythra asked with her eyes closed letting her voice generate a surge of calm, knowing well that she had just completed the sentence in Mia's mind. Another thing that the Mythra brothers didn't use was the ability to look inside the soul, the mind of their loved ones ... and the giantessess had no idea why. There is no more pure sign of union than to be able to observe with the freedom of their permission the depths of their beings.
"Can you blame me for thinking how soft you are? And your heat is too intoxicating, the miracle would have kept me awake!" Mia asked innocently, the girls around them laughing in approval as she changed the position until she placed herself in the neck of the giantess. "The days and nights are getting colder ... I can't wait for us to go further south"
Mythra remained silent, raising her head just enough to easily see all her wives. At the moment they all confirmed that they agreed, the giantess used her "skills" to increase the room temperature slightly, mentally aiming then adjust the thermostat again. She might have powers beyond comprehension to do things like change the temperature ... but her wives depend on electronic devices for it and spoil them with their powers was not something she intended to do ... voluntarily at least. Her powers were a clear sign that they were superior beings, but even superior beings could find limitations ... and inconvenience.
The main door of the room opened without even warning or ringing the bell, a sign that the invader must be another Heir. "Who is coming now?" Mythra asked exasperatedly. First her little sister Celica screaming and now another interruption? At the rate they were going to when they finished watching a nightmare on Elm Street they would have changed the plot again.
"Mythr" Celica came in, closing the door behind her, trying to keep her eyes closed as much as possible. "Please, can you all dress up?..." The other giantess said biting her tongue, trying to control her own shame and the growing hardness in her pants narrowing her legs.
“Are you ashamed to see as many beauties as we are in all our splendor, baby sister?” Mythra scoffed as she lay down to rest her head on her hands. “Or are you afraid of losing your virginity, girl? You know that we offer you to join us on our nights whenever you want!” The wives of her older sister laughed innocently, and although Celica knew it was only because of her older sister's mocking attitude, she couldn't help feeling offended.
"I keep my virginity to Abbie, you know it" Celica tried to cut the subject by changing to a much more serious tone.
“And that when is it going to be, huh? Abbie could have done the adaptation operation 2 years ago and ... needless to say, right? You shouldn't start wondering ... if something happens between you and her? Maybe...-” The older giantess completely eliminated her mocking tone while Mia jumped from her cleavage, freeing her up so she could stand up without any impediment. In five huge steps the giantess stopped in front of her little sister, the resemblance between them so much that they could have passed as twins. (technically triplets, Celica already had her other twin)
Only the slightly higher height, the haircut and the largest hips of Mythra serve to differentiate them. That and what Celica was dressed unlike her older sister. "You know I love you madly and you know that Abbie loves you even more. You know it, right?" Mythra asked placing a hand on her little sister's cheek. "There's something inside her that is keeping her from having the operation and I know you too well, baby sister. I know very well that primitive thirst, that urgency within you that grows unstoppable.
Maybe it's time that while Mia decides whether to join you in total union that you release that beast inside you... release it in something other than the onaholes you steal from my bedroom in secret-"
"Shut up! I wouldn't do something like that!” Celica lied while her cheeks catch fire, pushing her sister's hand out of a slap, defying her gaze without reaching any conclusion. "And that's how you always distract me, you big piece of dumb idiot!"
"Big piece ..."
"Of dumb…"
"Idiot?" The three girlfriends of Mythra who accompanied her on the couch asked at the same time as they approached the feet of her giantessess. None may even reach her knee, and their presence in the discussion might be void from a purely physical point of view ... but being there served to prevent Mythra from taking the words to a more typical and much more destructive "fraternal fight".
Celica bit her lower lip annoyed, hating herself for being so terrible thinking insults and puns. In an act of support instigated by the fact that the majority of those present had seen the younger sister of their giantess grow up in both senses of the word, the rest of Mythra's girlfriends who were nearby rested her hands on Celica thighs, more like some support pats they were able to give her. Maybe Celica saw something weird about the harem ...? of her older sister (like all her siblings, mother and everyone who knew her), but inside her heart Celica knew well that what her older sister and her girlfriends felt were pure and real love, a love that extended to the rest of the family.
As if it were a pack of youngn perverted and extroverted sisters-in-law.
"I don't feel like arguing anymore, older sister," Celica said. “So I will ditch it in two points: Point 1, I would never use the same onahole in my life as an insatiable pervert like you, mainly to avoid getting infected from what makes you enjoy going naked-” Mythra didn't respond with anything more than a slight nod, one that bothered her sister. A lot. "Point 2 ... the pervert from before that has raped me with her eyes ... is our new nanny"
Waiting for a few seconds while her older sister's girlfriends showed their amazement and anger, Mythra burst into a loud, deep laugh, one that lasted 18 exact seconds without reducing its intensity. The giantess ended hyperventilated and even coughing, although as her mother and siblings she only needed to breathe from time to time thanks to the hyper utilization of oxygen from their bodies, as well as the other ways of acquiring it. (Through the water, performing photosynthesis, converting carbon dioxide inside her into oxygen again ... Eva had shown that there was no scenario where she could not survive, another of her many divine abilities that she had transmitted to her children )
Squatting down to recover the rhythm of the inspirations, Mythra rose slowly with the support that her little sister's hand offered. "Well, now if you don't mind ..." The older giantess said with a smile from ear to ear. "I'm going to kill the bastard who has made my baby sister cry"
"What?!" Celica, Mia and the rest of Mythra's girlfriends said at the same time, Celica having to pull away at full speed to dodge her older sister. “No, Mythr! Wait!” The youngest giantess came out behind her older sister in a hurry, her strides moving down the main hallway so fast that even if Mythra's girlfriends had bicycles ... or motorcycles, in fact, they couldn't keep up.
"What should we do?" Mythra's third girlfriend asked Mia, who was looking at the hall door with her eyes closed.
"Pray. Pray that our Mythra manages to contain herself… or that Hope or Olwen are there to stop her”
There was not much confidence in the words of the leader and principal life companion of the giantessess… but as everyone knew well, praying to destiny was the only option when a Heir breaks into anger.
Trying to reason with an Heir blinded by anger is like asking a hurricane to stop its advance.
From the last 25 minutes between corridors and elevators Lucy had decided to draw 2 conclusions: The first is that the island ... mobile fortress? It had an absurd and complex underground level taking advantage of all the possible space, if not it wasn't possible to explain how the three had gone through 2 elevators, escalators, 4 corridors, 3 especially long non-escalators and even a mobile walkway like the one of the airports.
The second? Sirius' elder appearance had nothing, nothing, nothing at all to do with his physical power. In all the time following the staff boss had not slowed down even the slightest, despite the journalist who along with Abbie had to make more than one stop on the road to catch her breath. Sirius was constantly attentive to both, offering to wait for them and even activating some hidden seats in crossings of corridors so that the two young women rest a few seconds.
"Cheer up, young people" The old man said smiling (as smiling as the stoic and unchanging expression on her face). “We are only one floor away from returning to the surface” The two muttered different things, expletives and complaints to Celica from Abbie, who accused her of being an idiot for sending the robots with Lucy to the deepest possible criminal depot. Words loose and broken by the nerves by the same reporter and new nanny of the Heirs, who slowly returned to notice a ball of unease forming in the mouth of the stomach." Miss Abbie, when we arrive-"
"I know, I know Sirius ..." Abbie snorted up again, offering her hand to Lucy to do the same.
"It's not that I don't want you to be present ... but without-" Sirius began to say, stopping halfway through when Abbie stepped on the side. The young woman seemed now more pissed off than exhausted, a force born of something that bothered her and that Lucy was not able to identify motivating her to run away. The old man kept her eyes on her until she turned the corner, letting out a snort halfway between relief and pity as she returned to her remaining companion. "Miss Lucy, let me warn you that you are going to face two feelings towards your person in the main living room"
"Two ... feelings?"
Sirius nodded as he resumed her path. "The first and I hope to cut quickly is that of hate, born of her unfortunate first encounter with Lady Celica"
Hate and anger were what Lucy expected at least, mainly the way Abbie had spoken to her. If the children of the Goddess were as close as Lucy expected from siblings so close in age (knowledge drawn from books/television, she herself had had the misfortune of being an only child) not a few shared that same anger against her. Although it had been a misunderstanding on the other hand. "The other ... and against that if you have to deal with yourself -always with me backing, be sure- is the curiosity. Innocent and pure curiosity”
"Curiosity, huh?..." Sirius nodded again, holding back to face her face. “You are the first staff member… and almost the first foreigner who will interact with the children. The Goddess has informed me of your second job” Sirius discreetly pointed her right wrist. “And that means that you are going to have to deal directly with them much more than the other two nanys… and although they are good boys and girls and I would give my life for them it is impossible for me to say that, except Hope, they are the children who have best treated their toys … I will trust you to understand what I mean"
Swallowing in the most visible and nervous way she had ever done, Lucy blinked waiting for Sirius to prepare to retract or confirm the joking intention on her part. “But… I am not a toy… I am a person. They will know how to distinguish, right?”
"Of course they can!" Sirius responded quickly, almost as if he had been offended by the insinuation. And from the offense the old man went to a much more guilty and wherpering tone. “None of them will ever admit it and that makes me proud, but technically all the staff members are their properties. When one is so powerful to the point that breathing is something secondary, it's natural ... it's natural to sometimes they forget how we humans feel. It is important that, if the situation comes, remind them how normal humans feel"
If until now Lucy was drowning because of the accumulated nerves in her stomach and throat, the most terrifying statement of what Sirius surely believed she was had led her to the point of wanting to go crying to her house, recovering her house cats from her ex-boss, hide under the covers of her old bed and never leave.
"Mister Sirius ... what you have described to me ... it's almost as if they were some kind of sociopaths ... psychopaths ... I don't remember the difference well but it was something like that"
Third time Sirius nodded in that same conversation, third time the old man seemed to have trouble thinking how to say. “I know how it sounds and I know that whoever says they are good boys and girls is not going to reassure you anymore, Miss Lucy… but she must believe me. I have seen them born and grow, I have taken care of them in their highest and lowest moments, always with her mother side. For me they are like my children that I never had, so if you have any reason to trust someone trust me and my judgment, these children will give you many joys if you know how to see them as who they are and not as what they should be”
Sirius didn't seem willing to keep wasting time, continuing his way down the last hall (or so she wanted to believe). Nerves and fear were still there and nothing could take them away ... but the old man's words inspired a minimum of confidence in her. Confidence and some curiosity about how he had formulated the last sentence, enough to make her run after him.
(...)
And after a last elevator ride the duo arrived back at the main hall, only ther time what they had in front of them was the biggest pool table the reporter had ever seen. A constant murmur came from behind the corners that should lead to the central point where the sofases were, Lucy thought trying to remember something of what she had seen when entering beyond the godlike cock of a giantessess. "They seem to be all together ..." Sirius said quietly, moving the index of her right hand up and down counting the different voices. "Missing 3 ... nothing happens, gathering 90% in such a hurried way has been a great feat, I will thank her later" Lucy prepared to ask what the old man was talking about when he turned to the reporter answer already ready in hand . “As a punishment for leaving you unconscious I have sent Celica to look for her siblings. Are you ready, Miss Lucy?”
"Does it matter?" The reporter searched deep inside her to joke. "The stars are upon us ready to shine, it's time for us to do it too!"
Sirius inclined her head confused by the expression, confusion that evolved in admiration for his new worker. "Wait here until I have gathered their attention, and when I call you come without delay. We don't want anger over your misunderstanding to grow anymore, right?" The reporter nodded obediently, watching completely still as Sirius reached the corner and took a breath. "Children, please listen to me for a moment ..." The old announcement loudly accompanied by some palms, the murmur stopping much easier than Lucy had expected. "Hope is missing, I imagined that she would still be at the moon base-"
"Moon base ?!" Lucy said to herself, her eyes shining with illusion.
“Enju and Rio too, who knows where they are… The rest of you, are you ready to meet your new nanny? As the rumor has already spread, Miss Lucy is... was a foreigner until a few hours ago and I know that you will have many things to ask about the outside world, so please I ask you to be understanding and know how to control your emotion! Someone not accustomed to you and without having received the adaptation operation may be overwhelmed and suffocated by your attention if you get too carried away!” Sirius joked while receiving a loud and coordinated ‘Of course' in response. “Well, now without further delay allow me to invite her. Miss Lucy? Don't be shy, join us!”
The signal was clear, taking a few seconds to make sure that her hairstyle was more or less acceptable and that her clothes were still in place. With a firm, nervous and robotic step, the reporter came to the corner next to Sirius, taking a single direct step to look out.
In front of her and occupying most of the sofases were Eva's sons and daughters, unmistakable without a doubt. Girls? All gigantic and with a curvilinear hourglass figure, something that seemed to be another characteristic of Eva and her daughters. Boys? All super tall and well toned, pure force emanating from their well-marked muscles even in the thinnest of them.
And although those features such as her eyes and multicolored crystalline hair (also other features more "bulge" in a certain lower part but there was not enough intimacy between them and her to look at that section of their bodies too long) were general among them, the way they combed their hair in a unique and different way, their choices when dressing and the same way of sitting made them different and easily recognizable. Of course, recognizing them would be easier once… well, once she had met them all.
The reporter kept silent, glancing back at the Heirs, specifically looking for the giant of her previous meeting in search of a familiar look. (surely the most furious, Lucy thought). It wasn't especially difficult indeed, Celica was the second biggest of all the girls, only surpassed by the girl with whom she shared the sofa and held by the wrist. The colossal giantess (in the absence of a better name) remained in a clearly threatening posture, legs open with her arms resting on her knees.
“Lucy Crews, these are my children, Eva's Heirs. Here it is not necessary to use the formal title, so you can refer to them by their names without any problem, okay?” Sirius explained smiling, looking at the children waiting for a reaction.
As the old man had predicted, much of the eyes on the reporter were tense and slightly furious glances, the feeling of wanting to protect each other beating hard at the meeting. The reporter didn't dare to seek help in the old man's eyes, instead deciding to keep her eyes waiting for the giantess who had "attacked" before to understand that it had only been a misunderstanding. "Well, I think it's fine for today ..." One of the boys spoke getting up from his chair, Lucy staying somewhat perplexed of his imposing physique and his huge height (at least for a more human size, compare it with her sisters it was not fair).
"Welcome to the family, Miss Lucy" The boy smiled affectionately as he traveled the distance between the sofa area and where Sirius and Lucy were. An elegant walk that fit well with the well-groomed formal court suit he wore, the increasingly confident reporter that he was the tallest of the boys. And that became clear when the young man was well-placed just in front of her, the reporter's point of view right in line with his belly. “My name is Zeke, first son of the Goddess and second chronologically. While my older sister Hope is with her practices at Eden Nebula I am… or at least I consider myself that way, the older brother of all, so if you have any problems or-”
"BORING!"
"ASSLICKER!" Two voices shouted from the sofas, one female from the colossal giantess and the other male from another of the older-looking boys, specifically the one who instead of sitting in his custom chair was lying on one of the arms of it. "Why do you have to be so rude?!" Zeke growled at her brothers, turning as he clenched her teeth. "This is her first impression! Do you want our new nanny to see your side more unpleasant?!"
"SHE HAS... She has raped your sister, ASSHOLE!-" The colossal giantess began to scream, her amplified voice resonating as if it were the most powerful speaker in the world. Luckily and unexpectedly totally, Celica kept her sister's wrist held to prevent her from getting up. “Are you… are you kidding me, Cel?! She is the reason you have been crying!”
Celica frowned, looking out of the corner of her eye at the reporter. The look was not rage and anger, which was what Lucy expected ... "Yes ... but it may have been ..."
"Seriously?! Do you think it was a mistake ?! A misunderstanding ?!” The boy who had shouted got up from his chair, facing his sister's knee. (and although he was somewhat away from her Lucy could see that he was even taller and bigger than her older brother)
"Morgan ..." Celica wherpered as she shied away from her siblings' gaze, the attention now on her totally. "I know how I got before ... but Sirius But Sirius has trusted her! And if he says it has been a misunderstanding then ... then maybe ..." From hatred to disbelief, and now from disbelief to boredom and anger with their sister. Celica did everything possible not to collapse, the situation too far from her control to try something straight. “I will not deny that I have felt attacked when her hungry eyes have looked on my body, nor will I deny that it has really affected me… but I don't think we should punish her anymore! What would mom say if she finds out that we have attacked her new worker just because of a misunderstanding? We are better than these, my siblings!” The giantess tried to appeal to her siblings' fraternal and maternal love, rising with her hands clasped over her chest.
“We are the children of Eva! We are above things like that! Turn the other cheek and forgive the neighbor or something, if we don't set an example who will do it in this dark and twisted world-”
"Isn't that the speech you used last Christmas to try open presents on the night of the 24th?" Another of the giantesss asked without taking her eyes off her phone ...? Tablet ...? especially large electronic device, just as Lucy had been seeing throughout the meeting. Because of her modern clothes and being the only one of her sisters who wore makeup, the reporter assumed that it was a rebel phase.
"Yes! It's true!” Morgan shouted pointing at her sister with the index. “And it didn't work that day! You may have lost the little self-love you had left, shitty virgin, but we still believe that whoever offends our sister deserves a punishment! Your honor is our honor, your sufferings are our sufferings, have you forgotten that shitty virgin?!"
Disappearing in a blink, Morga reappeared in another next to her older brother to put him aside. The reporter swallowed nervously at the even bigger young man, who was staring at her. Without breaking eye contact Morgan waved her right arm, from his sleeve appearing not the gun or knife that Lucy expected if not some poker cards. "Choose one, do it now"
The order was clear and direct, enough for her not to argue or think about it. “Have you memorized it?” Morgan asked without giving him too much of a question, waiting for the object of her anger to nod to make the rest of her letters disappear from a blow of the wrist. “Well, keep that letter and don't tell anyone the number in it. That will be the number of tasks we will send you until you win our forgiveness, is it clear to you? If you can not stand it you can say goodbye to this home and any other opportunity to leave that shit hole dotted with gold nuggets that you call the outside world” The magic trick between excessive quotes seemed to please the other heirs, who relaxed relieving tension in the environment. (Something Lucy felt physically, the air around her becoming much lighter when anger disappeared from their eyes)
"Miss Morgan, this is unacceptable!" Sirius shouted, stepping forward. Lucy remained silent while the old man faced the young man who was almost half-tall and more than half-wide, making him physically shrink and look away in a grimace of real discomfort and fear. Looking again at her card, Lucy swallowed one last time promising never to do it again (at least that day). "Sirius!" The reporter said in a louder voice than desired, the attention shifting again from the scolding to her. Even so, that doesn't stop the brake, pressing the card against her chest. "Can you allow me a moment with Morgan?"
"Miss Lucy?" Sirius asked as Lucy approached Morgan. The young man regained her composure as soon as Lucy stopped in front of him, not wanting to show his weakness in front of Sirius before her. "Is it a deal then?" The reporter asked quickly, watching as the heir raised a confused eyebrow. "If I do all this amount of homework ... will you forgive my affront to Celica?"
Morgan kept silent for a few seconds thinking. Just as Lucy was waiting for the words before she came up from Sirius, none of these boys was really evil to do something that would put her life in danger. At the end of a small interval of 20 seconds Morgan nodded without saying anything, frowning and mouth clenched still angry with her. "Then here you have me! Willing to fulfill the deal until the end!" The reporter smiled offering her hand.
None of the Heirs said anything, and it was not necessary either, as good teenagers all were expressive enough. They might have been many, but Lucy had always had good peripheral vision, good enough to read what they were thinking on their faces. (Or at least intuit)
"Fulfill the deal, huh?" Morgan asked repeating Lucy's words, looking behind him toward his older brother. With a quick squint (and God knows what they would say telepathically) the young man decided to sit and take the reporter's hand. “Deal done, new nanny-”
"Lucy" Lucy interrupted releasing the young man's much larger hand, raising the index and waving it from side to side. "My name is Lucy Crews, I don't accept substitutes!"