“I really should have studied Greek mythology more when I was younger,” Harry sighed. “I also guess I can’t call it mythology, huh?”

“In your defense, you never expected to end up embroiled in it,” Eros said softly. “Come, there’s something you should see.”

Harry stood up, following the god out of the room they’d been in, and after a moment thought to ask, “Why are we walking about in here?  We’re in my mind, are we not?”

“Your soul, actually,” Eros replied, “and that’s because walking from one place to another makes more sense to you than the room you’re in changing into something else, and buried as we are in your essence, what makes sense to you is actually quite important.”

“I...see,” Harry replied, following the blonde into the next room over and freezing as he saw Ares standing there, his gleaming bronze armor glowing despite the lack of light. “What the fuck?”

“He’s not really here,” Eros said, “but I figured a practical demonstration would be advisable here.  My father is one of the most stubborn people I ever met, and given that I met the rest of my family, that’s saying a lot.  As a warrior, he is nearly without peer, but he is not invincible.”

“Looks bloody invincible to me,” Harry muttered. “I never intended to make an enemy of the damn god of war.”

“His relationship with my mother was always tumultuous,” Eros sighed. “I died before they split up entirely, but throughout my life they maintained their pattern of getting together, everything being fine for a while, then it all souring and them going years without seeing each other again.  As their son, it was difficult to watch; as a god of love, it was heartbreaking.  She does love you, you know, and you her, as you love your wife.  It’s been nice seeing all the mutual love and affection between you all.  Mother’s relationships had been so shallow for so long.”

“It’s hard not to love her,” Harry sighed. “Is there any way you can think of to convince your father to leave us be?”

“Given what you are to become, he will have no choice in the matter,” Eros replied. “Grandfather will see to that.”

“From how the others speak of him, it sounds like Zeus pulled back from the world ages ago,” Harry said, and Eros nodded.

“That doesn’t surprise me, yet he will still intervene here,” he replied. “He does not want war among the gods, and you will have joined our ranks by the time you awaken.  Apollo will have told him what’s going on, at the very least.”

“I see,” Harry replied. “So why do we have a copy of your father here?”

“Because you’re going to endure every combat lesson he ever tried to give me,” Eros replied, making him gulp. “I was a lover, not a fighter, and that never changed, but he tried for millennia to make a warrior of me anyway, and I suspect that you will take more from those lessons than I ever did, given your background.”

“I’ll get to spar with him?” Harry breathed, realizing the potential benefits of that, and Eros smiled.

“You will,” he replied. “Even with Grandfather’s intervention, your conflict with Father will be settled in a duel, not one to the death, but regardless, a duel.  The one thing that might make him finally leave you in peace is earning his respect, and you can do that by holding your own against him. Athena’s plan would have worked for a while, but it would have only increased his resentment, which might well have boiled over again in time.  Learn to fight him yourself and show your mettle, and that might be the one thing that could bring a permanent end to this conflict.”

“Of course, you’d have to actually hold your own against him for that,” another voice said, and Harry turned to see who it came from, his eyes going wide as he did.

“Merlin’s balls!” he exclaimed at the sight of the entirely naked, entirely erect man.

“Merlin never had anything on me, Harry, or you as you are now,” Priapus chuckled.

“Damn it, Priapus, wait your turn,” Eros muttered. “Harry hardly needs any lessons from you, given what we’ve witnessed, but he does need to learn how to fight my father.”

“Oh, yeah, I suppose he wasn’t…” Harry winced, and Priapus grinned.

“Dionysus is my father,” he replied. “Ares tried to train me too, mostly because he never learned how to bond with people in other ways, but it never took.  It’s hard to fight with something like this getting in your way.”

“I have to ask, am I going to end up with...your condition?” Harry asked, dearly hoping the answer would be no.

“I suspect not,” Priapus replied. “If I were the only god whose essense you’d sucked out of Mother, that might be a concern, but as it is, Eros and Atlas will more than balance things out, I think, and you have Adonis in here too.”

“Don’t I bloody know it,” Harry muttered.

“He was the only one among the legion of men Mother enjoyed that she ever preferred to Ares, and he couldn’t take that,” Priapus sighed, “but given the centuries that have passed since they last parted ways, that should pass in time if you should gain his respect as Eros hopes.”

“We’ll start on that now,” Eros said, giving his brother a pointed look, and Harry looked down in surprise to see that he was wearing armor and wielding a sword much like Ares’.

“What happened to making things believable for me?” he asked, and Eros chuckled.

“You didn’t just wake up in here,” he replied. “Now, be on your guard.”

Harry barely moved out of the way in time as the copy of Ares stabbed at his chest.

“You’re too slow, boy,” the war god growled, “but we’ll make a proper warrior out of you yet.”

Harry parried his next strike and started walking backward, suddenly wondering just how taxing these sparing sessions he put Eros through were.

*****

“Zey are coming, are zey not, Kreacher?” they heard one of the Veela ask as they arrived, and Fleur smiled as she recognized the voice.

“Angelique?” she asked as she turned the corner and saw the young blonde sitting in their living room with five other beautiful Veela.

She looked a lot better than she had the last time she saw her, clearly having managed to get more sleep than she’d been able to while under Hedone’s unwitting curse.

“Hiya, cutie,” the goddess purred as she spotted her. “I didn’t know you’ve be here.”

“Godde…‘Edone!” Angelique exclaimed, jumping to her feet. “I ‘ad no idea.”

“A happy surprise for us both, then,” the auburn-haired beauty grinned.

“Wait, this is the goddess Aphrodite’s granddaughter?” one of the Veela asked.

“Oui,” Angelique replied. “Zis ‘Edone, and zese are Fleur, ‘Arry’s wife, and er cousin Cosette.”

“Enchante,” Fleur said, looking at the six of them.

They all had that distinct Veela look, being tall and curvaceous with silver-gold hair that flowed in soft waves along their backs.  Their blue eyes were all dark with lust, though she didn’t need to see that to sense their desire.  Angelique had clearly been busy telling them about Harry’s prowess.

“Fleur, I’d like you to meet Nicola of the Fehmarn commune, Ilona, of the commune in Magical Sofia, Astrid of the Laeso commune, Annika of the Torso commune, and Heidi of the Kirkeoy commune,” Angelique said, grinning at the five other Veela who were all practically radiating lust.

“Angelique has told us all so much about your husband,” Ilona purred.

“We might have thought that she was exaggerating if not for how many others from her commune backed up her tale with stories of their own,” Nicola grinned.

“Is he here?” Heidi asked.

“No, ‘Arry is a little indisposed at ze moment, but ‘e will be perfectly able to meet with you either later today or tomorrow,” Fleur replied. “I must say, your accents are incredibly faint.”

“None of us spoke a word of English, so when our councils decided to send us, they arranged for language charms for us,” Annika replied.

“We can communicate in French as needed, and my English isn’t too bad,” Angelique said in French, and Fleur nodded.

“So, goddess…” Astrid went to say.

“Hedone, please,” Hedone interrupted her.

“Does your presence here mean that you’ve taken up residence in Atlantis?” Astrid asked, knowing enough about the Greek gods for heat to flood her already aching core at the implication.

“I’ve been staying there for a while,” Hedone nodded. “Harry’s got a cock like my uncle Priapus; he can eat pussy better than almost everyone I’ve ever met, and he’s already got the stamina of a god. You girls have no idea what you’re in for.”

The five veela all shivered at that, the idea of being taken by a man actually capable of pleasing them, much less exhausting them as Angelique and the others had described, making their insides clench and unclench needily.

“What do you mean already?” Nicola asked, picking up on that, and Cosette grinned.

“My cousin’s husband is pretty much a god in bed already, but he’s about to actually become a sex god,” she purred, shocking them all.

“It’s true,” Hedone said breathily. “He ate my grandmother out so well that he accidentally sucked out the souls of my father, my uncle, and Adonis, and then recently he managed to absorb the titan Atlas as well.  He’s ascending to godhood as we speak, and when he wakes from the coma he’s in right now, he’ll be a god whose domain includes sex, love, beauty, and endurance.”

“He’s going to fucking destroy us,” Heidi breathed, and Fleur just grinned.

“None of you will ever be ze same after ‘e ‘as you,” she purred, walking forward and reaching out to cup two of their cheeks. “Alas, he is rather indisposed at ze moment, as I said, but I ‘ve never been a bad ‘ostess, and my cousin and I would be more zan ‘appy to entertain you in the meantime.”

“As would I,” Hedone purred, pulling Angelique in and kissing her hungrily.

The other Veela all grinned and undressed themselves with a wave of their wands, more than happy to have a little warm-up orgy while they waited to see just what this apparent sex god was like.

*****

Harry honestly couldn’t say how long he’d spent sparring with Ares at that point, living through a manifestation of Eros’ many memories of being trained by him.  He didn’t seem to tire within his soul, something he assumed was because he didn’t have a body in here to tire out, and that meant that it had been nearly constant.

“You’re getting better,” Ares grinned as he parried his latest blow and riposted with a feint towards his shoulder and a low slash that grazed his leg, “but you still have much to learn.”

Harry had stepped too close to get that strike in, and Ares immediately made him pay for it, wrapping his arms around his torso and lifting him into the air before slamming him down on the ground.

“Should have realized this would involve fucking wresting,” Harry groaned, and he barely rolled out of the way of the war god’s brutal stab.

“My father practically invented wrestling,” Eros chuckled, “or so he always said.  I much preferred a different sort of activity spent grappling around with a naked and sweaty partner, though.”

“I have to ask, why exactly are you helping me here?” Harry asked as he got back on his feet and immediately sidestepped Ares’ downward slash, trying to strike him with the pommel of his blade only to grunt in annoyance when he ducked under that effortlessly.

“Aside from the fact that I live on in you, it’s for Mother,” Eros replied. “My father will recover from the blow to his ego that not killing you will mean for him, but I don’t know if she could take losing you at this stage of her life.  She’d spend the rest of her days plotting against him if Grandfather didn’t just banish him to Tartarus for breaking one of our most basic laws, and it would just be a needless waste for both of them.  I love my parents, Harry, and the best thing that can happen for them is for this feud to end, as I wish for it to.”

“Well, I seem to be improving,” Harry grunted, regretting his words immeidately afterward as Ares managed to stab him in the throat.  As the god pulled his blade out and retook his place across from him, he added, “He went a full five minutes without killing me there.”

“You are improving,” Eros nodding. “It won’t be long at this rate before you exceed the best I ever managed, and he spent ages trying to drill this into me.”

“Will the time I spend training in here actually translate to my body, though?” Harry asked, dodging Ares’ first strike and headbutting his helmet, making him stagger back.

“If this were a mere dream, the answer would be no, but it isn’t,” Eros replied. “The work you do in here with all of us will affect how your growing divinity shapes your form.  It will feel like millennia, I would imagine, but at the end of it, you will be transformed in ways you cannot imagine.”

“Millennia?” Harry asked, grunting as his surprise at that distracted him enough for Ares to find an opening in his armor and stab through his left shoulder.

“Time moves differently here, you’ll find,” Eros said. “Atlas would not have given us so much time here if he weren’t going to have plenty to work with himself.  You’ll find his teaching and training even more grueling, I imagine, but I suspect it will be quite rewarding.  Father admitted once that, among the titans, the only one, he figured he’d not have been able to best were Cronus and Atlas.”

“He’d have struggled against more than just us,” Atlas rumbled as he appeared next to Eros.

“I need more time here,” the god of love said, and the titan nodded.

“I know,” Atlas said. “I’m not here to interfere, just to observe.”

Harry paid them no mind, focusing on the war god still attacking him.

*****

“I must say, even for Harry, this adventure has been pretty out there,” Hermione sighed.

“Look, I think his arms have gotten thicker,” Luna breathed, running a nail gently along one of his biceps.

“Luna, we don’t know if we should touch him more than we already,” Hermione fretted.

“You can touch him safely,” Athena murmured as she walked in, pulling his sheet over his crotch with a wave of her hand. “Why did you undress him?”

“He looks really, really good naked, but also he started tearing his clothes,” Luna replied.

“He’s physically transforming,” Athena murmured. “That doesn’t always happen during the ascension process.  Fascinating.”

“Did you come to observe him?” Hermione asked.

“No,” Athena replied. “I came to warn Aphrodite that I think Ares might make another move sooner than anticipated and to see if Persephone had had any luck contacting him.”

“Aphrodite left a few minutes ago to see her,” Luna said, going pale at the thought.

“Why do you think he’s changed his plans?” Hermione asked, trying to quell her racing heart.

“The people I had observing his domain witnessed it open up for a moment, close, and then open and close again a little while later,” Athena replied. “I’ve known my brother for a very, very long time, and he’s never suffered a loss that he didn’t go to his domain to sulk over.  I’d have expected the Domain of War to stay closed off for at least a week.  That it opened again so soon afterward suggests that he left, likely with his full army.”

“And we’re practically alone here,” Hermione fretted.

“You’re not,” Athena replied. “My amazons are here in force and will handle the island’s security for the time being.  I tried reaching out to my father, but he seemed to be quite busy with something. He usually gets back to me quickly enough, though, so in truth, we only need to hold out against Ares until he does.  He will not allow his son to kill another god, knowing what consequences would need to follow that.”

“I’ll pray to Aphrodite downstairs and see if I can get through to her,” Luna murmured, rushing downstairs.

“Could we move him to your domain, or her’s?” Hermione asked, and Athena sighed.

“Moving him in his current state would be ill-advised,” she replied. “You can touch him, as I said, and undressing him was fine, but physically moving him away from here, especially to a divine domain, could interrupt the process. and that consequences of that could be fatal.”

“Merlin,” Hermione shuddered, taking Harry’s hand in hers and staring at his peaceful, sleeping face.

“My most elite warriors and I will guard the temple directly this time,” Athena said with surprising softness, resting a hand on her shoulder. “You could wait elsewhere.”

“No,” Hermione replied firmly. “My place is here.”

“Your devotion is commendable,” Athena murmured, standing up. “You care deeply for him.”

“I love him,” Hermione said. “We’ve known each other since we were eleven, and I think I’ve been in love with him for longer than I realized.  I’m not leaving him now, no matter what.”

Athena nodded at that and left the room to work out the last remaining security details as Hermione continued to stroke Harry’s large hand.

“It’s always something, huh?” she whispered, not trusting her voice. “Voldemort and all the dangers we went through together because of him, and now this?  You came out on top against him, and you’ll do it again; you have to.  I was blind to how strong my feelings for you were for so long, and now that I’ve finally seen that, finally realized the truth, I can’t…”

“You would have noticed sooner if you’d allowed yourself to imagine the possibility of loving Fleur too,” Luna murmured as she walked back in.

“In my defense, I didn’t fully acknowledge my bisexuality at first,” Hermione muttered, and the blonde nodded, sitting on the bed and running her fingers through her hair.

“I could have helped you with that, and for that I’m sorry,” she said, and Hermione looked at her strangely.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Oh, I wanted to wear your legs like a scarf for years before I actually managed to,” Luna replied. “If I’d seduced you back then, you could have realized you’re into girls and maybe the two of us could have talked Harry and Fleur into a foursome or something.”

Hermione chuckled at that, shaking her head, and said, “No offense, but I don’t think I’d have been adventurous enough back in school to even contemplate foursomes.  I appreciate the sentiment, though.”

“Oh, look, his abs have gained more definition,” Luna purred, tracing a finger through them.

“Did you manage to speak with Aphrodite?” Hermione asked, and the blonde nodded.

“She knows what’s going on, and she and Persephone will be here in a moment,” Luna replied, still drinking in the vision of Harry’s slowly changing form. “Wake up, Harry; we need you back.”

As Harry didn’t react at all, Hermione stood up and wrapped an arm around her.

*****

“Hah!” Harry exclaimed as he stabbed his blade through a gap in one of Ares’ pauldrons, piercing him through the shoulder and reaching deep into his chest.

If he were mortal, that would have been instantly fatal, and even for a god it might have been if it were real, but as he pulled out his sword, seeing the golden ichor coating it, the wound healed immediately, and the fake Ares stood back up.

“Well done,” he said. “That makes it an even dozen times you’ve beaten me now.  I always knew you could be a proper warrior if you pushed yourself.”

He’d been stabbed, slashed, disemboweled, and damn-near beheaded more times than he could count in the seeming centuries that they’d been at this, but he’d learned from it all and kept fighting to the point that he could actually stand against his foe.  His pain tollerance had gone up quite a bit, which was great, and his combat skills seemed to have improved by leaps and bounds, something that made the neutral look on Eros’ face seem odd.

“Why don’t you look more pleased?” he asked. “I’m actually beating him half the time now.”

“You are, and you’ve improved to a level I never reached,” Eros admitted freely, “but I just realized something that I should have sooner.”

With a wave of his hand, Ares vanished, and Harry cocked an eyebrow at him.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“His father never went all out while sparring with him,” Priapus replied, running a hand through his long dark beard as he looked Harry up and down. “You’ve learned a lot from this and obviously benefited from the training, but…”

“That wasn’t Ares at his best,” Harry sighed.

“I could only show you what I had experienced, and while my father’s training methods were always brutal, I can’t guarantee that he ever actually fought me seriously,” Eros murmured.

“He might have gone harder on you than you realized, little god,” Atlas said, “but at any rate, while you two didn’t have much serious combat experience in life, I did.  I fought against threats far greater than your war god, Harry, and that experience I will share with you now.”

“Works for me,” Harry nodded. “How are we going to star...ahh!”

He barely had time to react as Atlas appeared right in front of him, picked him up and hurled him through the nearest wall, sending him careening down to the ground below.  The barren wasteland of Mount Othrys was instantly recognizable as he landed in a heap, feeling half the bones in his body break on impact.  He gasped and groaned in pain and, in reality, would have likely succumbed to his injuries in hours, but in the depths of his soul, as he was, they healed quickly.

“You love her as I did,” he heard a new voice, and he jumped to his feet, whipping around and looking in surprise at the dark-haired, green-eyed man who stood before him.

“Adonis,” he replied.

“I can see the resemblance a little, I suppose,” Adonis murmured, eyeing him contemplatively.

“Right because I’m your descendant,” Harry nodded, unsure of how to respond to him. “Could we do this later?  I’m pretty sure a titan’s planning to break every bone in my body until they stop breaking.”

“You are correct,” Atlas rumbled as he appeared before him in all his hulking, hairless glory. “By the time I’m done with you, Harry, you will be nearly impervious.”

“Bear in mind the word ‘nearly,’” Adonis said dryly. “What I have for you won’t take long.”

“What’s tha…” Harry went to ask when the other man pulled him in and kissed his forehead.

He was instantly flooded with thousands of memories of intimate encounters, not just sexual ones, but in general, the majority of which starred either Aphrodite or Persephone.  His heart soared at the sheer love he felt between them, love that seemed to be as familiar to him as his own hands, and he staggered back, staring at Adonis in shock.

“Take care of them for me,” the other man said with a warm smile, “and be gentle, too.  They’re more fragile than they think.”

“As are you!” Atlas exclaimed, backhanding him and sending him flying in the air without warning.

“And kick Ares’ ass for me!” Adonis called out. “We owe him a great debt, you and I.”

“I’ll get right on that,” Harry muttered, shaking his head as the dazed state Atlas’ blow had sent him into went away.  He looked down at the ground below and wished dearly to avoid hitting it.  To his momentary surprise, that wish was granted, and his eyes went wide as he floated above the ground. “Oh, right, gods can fly.  I can fly now?  Awesome!”

“You’ll be able to do more than that soon,” Atlas said as he joined him in the air, “but first, we’re going to need work on conditioning your body.”

“Why do I think I’m about to miss Ares?” Harry wondered to himself.

*****

“FUCK!” Angelique squealed, cumming so hard she squirted all over Hedone as the goddess continued to work her entire fist in and out of her spasming cunt.

“Man, I should have come and found you sooner after our aborted date,” she grinned. “You are an absolute treat, Angel.”

“Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Heidi squealed, cumming hard as Fleur devoured her pussy and Cosette rimmed her ass.

The room absolutely reeked of sex as the nine women had spent the last hour fucking each other’s brains out.  Annika was slumped over on the nearby couch, her ass stuck in the air and her still-gaping quim on full display after Hedone had finished fisting her.  On the floor by the fireplace, Nicola, Astrid, and Ilona were lying down in a lazy triangle, lapping at each other’s slits and letting out a near-constant string of muffled moans.  They’d each already had a turn with at least one of their hosts and were just as covered in pussy juice as they were.  It was a proper Veela orgy, soaking wet and endless fun, and yet they all knew that the true prize, the real reason why they were there, was still coming up, much to their eager joy.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Fleur purred as she helped Heidi down, and the Norwegian woman kissed her hungrily, tasting her own and several other pussies on her tongue and lips.

“You two...are quite the team,” she panted, and Cosette grinned.

“I wish we’d realized sooner just what a good team we made,” she murmured and Fleur just laughed.

“You mean you wish I’d let you fuck ‘Arry sooner,” she replied, and her cousin just licked her lips.

“I wasted so much time on lesser men,” Cosette pouted. “Zat absolute stud of a ‘usband you ‘ave could ‘ave saved me ze trouble even before ze goddess blessed ‘im.”

“As much fun as this is, I would like to see him,” Astrid said, gasping as Ilona sucked on her clit. “Fuck, just like that.”

“I suppose we could take you to Atlantis,” Fleur murmured. “We’ve been ‘aving some...issues zere, but zey shouldn’t bother us again for a little while.

Astrid screamed in pleasure as she came, and Ilona shrieked a moment later, writhing away from Nicola, who pouted.

“I’m so close,” the German Veela muttered, and Hedone grinned, pulling her hand out of Angelique and summoning her over with a crooked finger.  Nicola gasped as she started floating through the air and giggled the moment she realized that she was being turned around so her thick, round ass was facing the goddess, who stood to meet her.

“Let no one say that I’m not a generous goddess,” she purred, burying her face in Nicola’s ass and lapping at her dripping pussy.

“Oh, yes, oh gods, oh, oh, OH!” the blonde screamed as her orgasm hit her like a truck.

“We can continue zis zere,” Cosette said. “Perhaps Maman and Aunt Apolline will ‘ave rested enough to join us, to say nothing of ‘Ermione and Luna.”

“Just how...many women...are already in Harry’s orbit?” Astrid asked.

“Not as many as there will be soon,” Hedone grinned, giving Nicola’s still-fluttering asshole a little kiss that made her squeak before lowering her down to the ground.

“So glad...I was chosen...as representative,” the German Veela panted.

The pleasure-addled women took a moment to come down from their highs before getting dressed, at which Hedone opened up a portal to Atlantis, and they stepped through, only to go still at the sight of the amazons patrolling in force.

“Um, how many women are we talking about here?” Ilona asked, and Fleur barely heard her, quickly finding Athena in the crowd and rushing over.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“We have reason to believe that Ares might attack again sooner than expected,” the goddess of wisdom replied. “Who are they?”

“I’m sorry, Ares?” Annika asked as the others all looked at Fleur and Cosette, silently demanding answers.

“One of ze people whose souls Harry accidentally sucked out of Aphrodite was Adonis, and Ares still holds a bit of a grudge against ‘im,” Cosette replied. “This is the goddess Athena, and she’s helping keep ‘im at bay.”

“We would have told you, but with Harry set to become a god, this was supposed to stop being a problem very soon,” Hedone explained. “Gods aren’t allowed to kill other gods, so once Harry completes the transformation, Ares can go fu…”

“Why do you think ‘e’s going to attack again soon?” Fleur asked. “You figured he’d go off and sulk for a while.”

“Thinking about it, I believe Hephaestus might have told him something,” Athena replied. “If he tipped him off about Harry’s impending ascension, he’d have all the reason in the world to try to get to him first, knowing how Father will react if he tries it afterward.”

“How is Hephaestus involved in this?” Astrid asked.

“He’s the crippled one, right?” Heidi asked.

“He is, and he helped Harry absorb Atlas’ essence,” Athena replied.

“Why go to that trouble only to then send Ares after ‘im?” Cosette asked.

“He might be hoping that Ares will arrive too late and accidentally kill him anyway,” Athena replied. “It would get him sent to Tartarus, and it is entirely possible that Hephaestus hates him enough to try to engineer that.”

“He is history’s most famous cuckold,” Hedone pointed out. “Why he never just joined in the fun, I don’t understand.  I’ve pegged enough guys while they were inside their wives to know that having your prostate pummeled while you’re inside someone else is absolutely cosmic for guys.  It’s honestly a shame that’s a pleasure I’ll never know.”

“Because not everyone believes that all life’s problems can be solved by group sex,” Athena replied through gritted teeth.

“And most people are unhappy,” Hedone shrugged. “Those two might just be related.”

“How imminent do you think ze attack might be?” Fleur asked before Athena could reply to Hedone. “Because we should probably evacuate our new friends ‘ere if ‘e could be ‘ere any moment.”

“You’re seriously fighting against the god of war?” Annika asked. “Why didn’t we know about this sooner?”

“I had no idea,” Angelique said as the other glared at her.

“It’s new and, as ‘Edone said, will be a non-issue soon enough,” Fleur replied. “I swear I would ‘ave told you all if I thought it would affect you at all.”

“We would not ‘ave brought you ‘ere if we’d known zat another attack might come so soon,” Cosette swore.

“We can be evacuated if things go wrong, though, right?” Ilona asked. “He’ll put up anti-apparition wards, I’m sure, but do those work on gods?”

“No, they don’t,” Athena assured her. “We will be able to evacuate you as needed if my brother attacks, and my amazons and I will be able to hold him off at any rate.”

“So those are your amazons,” Astrid murmured, eyeing the tall, very strong-looking women.

“If you wish to go, we’ll take you back now, but if you’re willing to stay a little while, we could show you ‘Arry,” Fleur said, and the six other Veela all looked at each other.

“I would like to see for myself just what a man is able to make multiple Veela and even goddesses willing to share him,” Ilona said.

“I can’t imagine how...impressive he must be,” Nicola breathed, making the others grin.

“I’m fairly sure ‘e ‘ad to move my lungs out of ze way,” Angelique sighed, and they all giggled.

“A new god is about to be reborn and all they’re thinking about is his penis,” Athena muttered.

“To be fair it is an absolutely incredible penis,” Hedone said, making her roll her eyes.

“I’ll go check on the walls,” Athena said, leaving to rejoin her guards.

“We’ll stay,” Annika declared.

“At least long enough to see Harry,” Astrid added.

“You’re sure that he’ll wake up soon?” Heidi asked.

“He will,” Hedone nodded. “It might take a little longer than most because of just how many divine aspects he’s going to end up with, but…”

A wave of what could only be described as raw desire swept over all of them, and they gasped.

“That...it felt like the allure, but…” Ilona went to say.

“‘Arry!” Fleur exclaimed, rushing into the temple.

“This place is really beautiful,” Astrid commented as she followed.

“Grandmother will love to hear that,” Hedone called out as she flew with them.

Following Fleur’s lead, the entire group ran up the stairs and reached the bedrooms quickly enough, coming to a halt by the one that the source of the lust magic was coming from.

“Oh, gods,” Hermione moaned, riding Luna’s hand frantically as she rubbed the blonde’s pussy in return. “Harry!”

“‘Arry,” Fleur breathed, understanding fully why those two had stripped naked and started fingering each other.

On the bed, still sleeping, her husband was glowing, and waves of pure, almost unbearable desire were rolling off of him.  She’d cum numerous times during the orgy she’d just finished and yet immediately felt her pussy start to leak fluids down along her thighs.

“Holy shit!” Astrid exclaimed.

“It’s huge!” Ilona breathed.

“Even for us, that’s going to be such a tight fit,” Heidi grinned.

“I’m impressed that human women like those two managed at all,” Annika said, ripping her gaze away from the massive pillar of meat lying against the sleeping man’s rugged abs to admire the two women locked in a passionate embrace in the corner.

“I need to feel him inside me,” Nicola moaned, openly rubbing herself through her thin white sundress.

“I think he might have gotten even thicker,” Angelique breathed.

“‘Arry?” Fleur asked, taking a step forward and cupping his bearded cheek. “We ‘ave some guests who really, really want to meet you.”

“Is meeting what we’re calling it now?” Cosette quipped.

Fleur grinned and looked down at Harry’s cock, her eyes widening slightly when she saw that the bulging veins on either side of it had a faint golden hue to them, proof that his blood had been transformed into ichor.

“Wake up, my love, my god,” Fleur whispered, leaning in and kissing him softly.

When his eyes opened and he gasped, Hermione, even through her lustful haze, was aware enough to laugh, promising to make at least one Sleeping Beauty joke when all this was over.

“Fleur,” Harry grinned, his voice even lower and more rumbling than normal. “I hoped you’d be here when I woke up.”

“I made it back in time,” Fleur whispered, smiling widely. “I had some guests to go collect.”

“I can see that,” Harry said, looking behind her at the flock of Veela in the room, each of which stared down at him with eyes nearly black with lust. “A pleasure to meet you all; I’m Harry.”

They each said their name, speaking almost in unison, and he grinned at how overcome they all seemed.  He could feel their burning desire, just as he could feel the lust of Hermione and Luna, who were openly grinding their dripping slits against each other next to his bed.  A part of Eros’ aspect, he knew, this ability would let him sense the location of any living creature, provided it was even slightly turned on just then, and as he peered at Angelique, he realized that it told him more than that.  Instinctively, he knew that she wanted nothing more just then than to be stripped naked, bent over and mounted by him while he pushed her face between Hedone’s legs, and as he flew into the air, that was exactly what he intended to do.

“You can fly?” Annika asked.

“Angelique,” Harry murmured, cupping her cheek. “Tell me what you want most in all the world right now.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Angelique gasped. “I want you to fuck me while I feast on ‘Edone.”

“Hey, why does she get to go first?!” Ilona asked. “You’ve already had her.”

“Because the rest of you want to watch someone else take me first, just to know that it can be done,” Harry replied. “I can feel your desires, how badly you want me, and what you want me to do to you.  I know that you, Astrid, will be going last; in fact…”

With a wave of his hand, he stripped her naked and floated her gently towards the wall, from which manacles sprang and wrapped around her wrists and ankles.

“Oh, gods!” she moaned, the voyeurism of it all and the promise of denial making her gush down onto the floor below.

He snapped his fingers, and the rest of them became undressed just as he moved towards Angelique, who was already kneeling in front of Hedone.

“I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together going forward, cutie,” the goddess purred, gasping as she leaned in and shoved her long, dexterous tongue inside her quivering quim. “Mmm, fuck, yes.”

Harry lined himself up with the blonde’s dripping quim and sank inside her to the root in one long stroke, making her squeal.

“Gods!” Angelique shrieked, stretched so wide she swore it felt like when she’d been fisted before they got there.

The other Veela watched in awe, seeing just how obscenely wide Angelique’s labia were stretched. They looked completely taut around Harry’s massive, frighteningly thick cock, as though she were at her absolute limit, and as he started fucking her with long, hard strokes, her squeals of pleasure were the only thing that drowned out the squelching of her soaked cunt.  The rest of them immediately reached for each other, so overwhelmed by lust that they felt like they needed to be touched more than they needed to breathe.

“How long ‘ave you two been like zis?” Cosette asked as she approached Hermione and Luna, who were so lost in their passionate embrace that it took them a moment to realize she had spoken to them.

Breaking the kiss, the brunette replied, “Since Harry started to glow and...fuck, he’s even more handsome than before.”

“Sit on my face,” Ilona moaned, grinning as Annika moved to straddle her.

Next to them, Nicola and Heidi were similarly entwined, while Astrid, still chained to the wall, could only watch and whimper, leaking onto the floor below herself, like a faucet.  Annika lowered her face down between her thighs, and soon they were moaning into each other’s pussies, trying desperately to quell the fire inside them that had completely robbed them of their wits.

“This is the process finished, oui?” Fleur asked, embracing Harry from behind and nuzzling his neck.

He grunted at the feeling of her large, full breasts pressed against his back and picked up his pace, fucking Angelique so hard that her round ass started to ripple and jiggle with each thrust.  Hedone was grinding her pussy up against her mouth, knowing that she could barely eat her out properly already because of how Harry was scrambling her brain.

“I think you’re going to break her,” the goddess chuckled, and Angelique screamed.

“Do it!” she shrieked. “Break me, ruin me, fuck me until I’m nothing but your addicted little fucktoy!”

“If you want to be my pet, then you’d better earn it,” Harry rumbled, and she squealed, cumming hard around his shaft.

“I think her eyes were bigger than her pussy,” Hedone quipped. “Fleur, help a girl out?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Fleur replied, crawling around Harry as he moved Angelique over and pressed her into the bed.

He fucked her squealing, squirming form prone, his every long, hard thrust making her see stars as she clawed at the sheets.  Her face turned beet red; the pressure inside her built faster than she would have thought possible when she just came as hard as she did, and when it finally broke, her eyes rolled back into her head.

“OUI!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, squirting all over the bed as her orgasm hit hard.

The other Veela all stopped and stared, their senses keen enough to notice the absolute maelstrom of pleasure that Angelique was completely lost in.  It thundered through her entire body from her head to her clenched toes, her every nerve ending buzzing with it.  It was pure, absolute ecstasy, and before she knew what was happening, she’d passed out.

“He...made a Veela...pass out?” Astrid shuddered, desperately struggling against her bindings as the other four stood up and looked at Harry in awe.

“In mere minutes,” Annika breathed.

“I...how hard did she cum?” Ilona asked.

“She did just flood the bed,” Hermione pointed out, recovering from her own orgasm in her chair as she hugged Luna to her.

“We’ve all squirted before, but that…” Nicola shivered. “Take me next, please!”

“No, me!” Heidi exclaimed.

“Girls, girls,” Harry rumbled as he pulled out of Angelique’s limp form and walked over to them, grinning as their eyes all tracked his bobbing cock. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll all be just as limp and exhausted as she is, I promise.”

“Fuck, he’s gotten even worse,” Fleur grinned as Cosette joined her and Hedone on the bed.

“I owe you so much for bringing me into this,” her cousin grinned.

“Luckily for you, we all like to share,” Hedone said, kissing Cosette as she reached down and brushed her fingers through Fleur’s soaked folds.

The sound of Annika squealing as she was impaled on Harry’s cock drew all their attention for a moment, and they looked over to see her take the whole thing immediately, just as Angelique had.

“I think he’s actually resizing them now,” Hedone said. “I wonder if that effect is permanent. Imagine if all of you girls end up so loose and ruined by the time he’s done with you that no lesser cock could ever hope to satisfy you.

“Angelique is gaping even worse zan she was after ze fisting,” Fleur purred, smirking at how each of the others shuddered, absolutely turned on by the idea of being completely conquered by a man to that degree.

Deep down it’s what all Veela wanted: to find a man who could not only satisfy her but exceed even her insane libido, and as they watched Harry go from having made Angelique pass out to him holding Annika in the air, his arms hooked under her knees and his hands behind her  while he fucked her hard and fast, they started to realize that he could do that to all of them one after the other.

“Oh gods, oh, fuck, AHHH!” the veela screamed, feeling his massive cock spread her insides wide over and over again.  Nothing had ever felt this intense in her entire life, and she was shocked by how quickly she felt herself soaring towards her peak.

“A god, an actual sex god,” Ilona breathed. “I think I already know what I’m going to report to my commune.”

None of the others disagreed, each convinced by then that they were going to limp back home at some point, satisfied on a level they’d never even dreamed of.

*****

“What in the world is Zeus so busy with?” Aphrodite hissed as she and Persephone left the peak of Mount Olympus. “I’d settle for a meeting with Hera at this point, and that’s saying something.”

“I have no idea,” Persephone sighed. “Getting Father to help convince Ares to stand down would have been the obvious move now that Harry’s ascending, but we’d need to actually find him first.”

“Do you think your mother could help us?” Aphrodite asked.

“Possibly,” Persephone replied. “Let’s get back to Atlantis and check on Harry, and then I’ll go reach out to her.  Poseidon’s another option, provided he really isn’t annoyed at you for taking the island.”

“If he were, I’m sure I’d have heard about it by now,” Aphrodite sighed. “My new chief temple is on land he could easily flood if he were feeling petty.  He cut Atlantis off entirely, though, to the point that I was able to move in without any difficulty, and even borrowing his trident didn’t get a response.”

Persephone rolled her eyes at that, thinking that going about raising the island as Aphrodite had was foolish.  At the time, she hadn’t realized that she was about to be embroiled in a conflict with another god, so running the risk of drawing Poseidon’s ire wasn’t too terrible an idea, but with them having to deal with Ares now, the last thing she needed was the prick looking for allies.  Once it came out that Harry had become one of them, it should have been the end of it, but that would likely require her father to step in, and getting in contact with him was turning out to be more annoying than she’d expected.

She was about to ask Aphrodite if she’d done anything that might have pissed off any other gods within the last century as they stepped through the portal, but as they appeared on the ground of Atlantis, she was taken aback by the state of the place.

“What in the world?” Aphrodite asked as she looked around and saw all the amazons patrolling. “Luna’s prayer just said that Athena wanted to talk to me.”

“She might have meant need,” Athena grumbled as she descended towards them. “Ares is likely going to attack again soon.  Fortunately it seems that Harry’s ascension is finished, so I should just need to tell the fool that it’s too late, but I’m taking every precaution that I can.”

“Harry’s…” Aphrodite went to ask, only to freeze as she finally felt the lustful energy coming from her temple.

Given her domain, it could feel like that just in general, so she hadn’t paid it too much heed at first, but as she focused more, she realized that it wasn’t her own powers she was feeling or even Hedone’s, but something quite different.  She flew off without another word, Persephone following close after her, and as she entered Harry’s and Fleur’s bedroom, she grinned widely at what she found.

“Fuck me,” Persephone breathed as she looked around.

“FUCK ME!” A young Veela they hadn’t met yet squealed, clinging to Harry for dear life as he fucked her up against a wall. “I...I’m gonna cum again!”

“Do it, Astrid,” Harry rumbled. “Be a good girl and cum for me; I want to feel it.”

The rest of the room was a soaked ruin, puddles of fluid covering the floor, the bed, and every other piece of furniture in it.  Multiple other Veela that Aphrodite hadn’t met yet were scattered around the room, as were Fleur, Cosette, Hermione, Luna, and Angelique.  Hedone was still awake and lapping at the gaping quim of one of the passed-out Veela, drinking down every drop of Harry’s cum she could get.

“Ah, hello Grandmother, Persephone,” she sighed as she sensed them, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. “Harry’s a god now, and I might just stick around here a while.”

“GODS!” Astrid shrieked at the top of her lungs, cumming hard around Harry’s pistoning cock, and he groaned in pleasure, letting go and flooding her with so much cum it started pouring out around his cock after the second spurt.

She writhed and convulsed in his arms, her eyes rolling back and her mouth hanging open, and when he finally finished and pulled her off of his cock, she was barely conscious, twitching and babbling incoherently as if the pleasure had fried her brain.  Harry floated her over to the bed, smiling as Fleur immediately wrapped her arms around her, and turned to Aphrodite, giving her a warm smile.

“You’re awake,” she beamed, and he nodded, taking her in his arms and kissing her hungrily.

“Soaked in sweat and the fluids of a dozen women, and he kisses her,” Persephone chuckled, shaking her head as Aphrodite swooned.

“You’ll have to get used to things like that if you want to join us,” Hedone grinned, and Persephone nodded.

“Oh, I know,” she said, figuring as she looked at Harry that it would be worth it.

“I’m so happy,” Aphrodite whispered as she broke the kiss, pressing her forehead against his. “He can’t hurt you now, not without…”

“RED ALERT!” Athena’s voice rang through the temple. “STAY PUT FOR NOW AND LET MY WARRIORS HANDLE HIM.”

“Enough of this!” Aphrodite hissed. “I am going to deal with that self-centered ass myself.”

“Not if I get to him first,” Persephone scowled.

“Actually, neither of you is going to be the one to deal with him,” Harry replied, and before either of them could say a word, he teleported out to the northern edge of the wall.

“Harry, you’re not ready to fight him,” Aphrodite muttered, appearing next to him.

“She’s right,” Persephone hissed, “Divinity alone is not enough for that.”

“I spoke with Eros,” Harry murmured, watching as Ares and Athena duked it out in the sky just north of the island, while his army, on their ships, barreled towards them.

“You...really?” Aphrodite asked.

“I can’t beat him yet, but I can do this much,” Harry replied, holding out his hand and grabbing a short sword from one of the amazons before flying off.

“Whatever deal you made with Aphrodite, I swear it won’t...no!” Ares shouted as he spotted him.

“Harry, this isn’t the...you couldn’t even be bothered to get dressed?” Athena asked incredulously.

“You,” Ares growled, glaring balefully at Harry. “How is this possible?”

“It’s a very long story, most of which would just annoy you further,” Harry replied as Aphrodite, Persephone, and Hedone joined them. “Suffice it to say, I’m a god now.”

He ran the blade in his hand along his other palm, cutting just barely deep enough to make himself bleed, and held it up so Ares could see the golden ichor ooze from it.  The war god’s rage had been palpable enough before that, but as he saw the absolute proof that it wasn’t a trick, that the mortal he’d been plotting to kill for weeks now was actually outside his grasp after all, he saw red and charged.

Killing this Adonis incarnation might have been out of the question, but he could wound him, and as Athena moved to intercept him, he lobbed a blast of crimson wrath right at her aegis, sending her back, and slashed at his foe’s legs.  Aphrodite, Persephone, and Hedone all moved to help, but it wasn’t needed, as Harry deftly strafed out of the way and slammed the pommel of his sword into Ares’ breastplate.  He grunted and riposted with an upward slash that his foe parried with ease, centuries of sparring sessions with Eros memory of him having given him the reflexes to do so.

Ares drifted back, parrying Athena as she moved to stab at his thigh while shielding against the magical strikes of the other three, and he was about to respond, his rage having completely taken over, when a bolt of lightning arced between them all, striking the water.  They all gasped, even Harry feeling the sheer power behind that, and floated back away from each other as heavy storm clouds appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“On the ground, now,” a deep, booming voice commanded, practically radiating authority.

“And, for goodness’ sake,” a tired, weary female voice added, and a moment later a toga appeared around Harry.

“Oh, joy,” Hedone muttered as she realized who else was there, and the five of them all flew back to the island, landing among the legions of amazons and soldiers fighting by the walls.

Another lightning bolt struck the land near them, and every single one of them went still, knowing what that meant.

“War’s over,” the booming voice rang out across the land. “Fuck off.”

The two armies looked at their respective gods, who nodded and opened up portals for them to exit through.

A small purple cloud descended from the sky, and the moment it reached the ground, a man and a woman appeared out of it.  The man was tall and powerfully built with snow-white hair, a matching beard, and stormy blue eyes, while the woman was dark-haired and of rather average height, with cold, dark blue eyes that seemed to radiate disapproval.  She reminded Harry a bit of Professor McGonagall when she was in a particularly bad mood, though she looked much younger, something he knew at a glance was simply impossible.

“Father,” Athena and Persephone said in unison, while Ares just looked at the ground, realizing that he had lost.

“I understand we have a new god in our midst,” Zeus murmured, looking at Harry, who gulped.

“Hello, sir,” he said, and Zeus snorted.

“We understand you’ve all ended up in a bit of situation,” the woman, who was clearly Hera, said, “one that could have been avoided had you simply stuck to your marriage vows, young man.”

“Wait, you’re saying this is his fault?” Hedone asked incredulously. “Ares is the one who can’t take a hint that Grandmother has moved on.”

“Am I wrong?” Hera asked pointedly as Ares just grumbled. “This all started because of infidelity, as is so often the case with these things.  No one ever learns.”

“Hera, you know that this wasn’t what we came to discuss,” Zeus sighed. “This little conflict of yours needs to end.  Harry Potter is a god now, Ares, and you know what that means.”

“Fine,” Ares hissed, angrier than he’d been in ages.

“You stand among us now, young man, and in time you will learn what that means, both from those goddesses that you’ve grown so close to, and from me,” Zeus murmured.

“You?” Harry asked. “I don’t want to waste your valuable time.”

“You won’t be,” Zeus said.  Looking at Ares, he added, “I understand that this all started because of your old feud, son, and I would like to know what it would take to end it for good.”

“Nothing I can achieve,” Ares rumbled.

“You piece of shit!” Persephone hissed. “You told me for millennia that you have nothing to do with Adonis’ death.  You knew what he meant to me as well.”

“I actually have an idea for how we might settle this,” Harry replied, and Ares scoffed.

“This should be good,” the war god glared.

“A duel,” Harry replied, and the other gods all looked at him in surprise.

“What?” Athena asked.

“Harry!” Aphrodite hissed.

“Truly?” Zeus asked, eyeing him curiously.

“You said yourself that this might be what it would come to, Athena,” Harry nodded. “A month from now, on Olympus, not to the death, obviously, but to satisfy your problem with me.  How does that sound?”

“You might know more of how to wield a blade than I expected, boy, but you’re a fool if you think a month will be enough for you to learn how to stand against me with nothing but the aspects of love and erections,” Ares chuckled.

“And endurance,” Hera murmured, and Ares looked at her like she was nuts.

“What?” Ares asked.

“He absorbed Atlas’ soul,” Zeus replied, making Ares’ jaw drop.

“Who the hell is holding everything up?” the war god asked.

“A creation of Hephaestus’,” Hera replied. “This was his idea.”

Ares laughed humorlessly at that, saying, “Now I get it.  Fine, I’ll agree to those terms.  I might not be able to kill you, boy, but I will crush you.”

With that, he disappeared, and they all relaxed a little.

“I will, of course, help you,” Athena murmured.

“I’m glad that ended as it did,” Zeus said. “I look forward to seeing how you handle yourself in a month.”

With that, he and Hera disappeared too, and Aphrodite, Persephone, and Hedone all hugged him.

“What in the world made you suggest that?” the goddess of the dead asked.

“Eros,” Harry replied. “He’s part of me now, and he genuinely thinks that that’s a good idea.  I probably won’t beat him, but if I can give him a good fight and remind him that his son is part of me now, that might be enough to get him to leave us alone for good.”

“I think we have a lot to talk about,” Aphrodite murmured, and Harry gave her a wry grin.

“We have time to ourselves, and you want to talk?” he asked, and she smiled softly.

“Yes, I do,” she replied, wrapping her arms around one of his.

“I’d also like to know what exactly you expereinced during your ascension,” Persephone murmured, taking the other one.

“I’ll be back in the morning,” Athena said dryly as she disappeared.

“And I’ll go check on the others,” Hedone announced, flying into the temple.

Harry led the two goddesses back inside, feeling for the first time in a while like he could actually breathe.