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Alcides the Berserker - or ‘My Twin Sister and I go through a wild journey in Ancient Greece’ (Fateverse, Herakles!SI)

Isekai and Reincarnations. I could tell I was ‘victim’ of both when I ended up waking in the body of a newborn… sharing the womb with another child.

Awkward experience, especially when I could tell the fellow baby was a girl. Plus something was going really wrong as I knew we were meant to get out. How could I tell? Well, my head was knocking at the cervix and it wasn’t dilated as it should.

It was a confusing sight- beyond the one of being inside a womb and pushing out - as I turned to see what was the issue. I expected some sort of medical complication behind such a phenomenon but… I delivered my first flat look by witnessing a string of blue knots forming a line around the cervix’s internal tube.

What in the hell am I looking at?

The faint blue-neon color really told me that this was no simple world. After all, that looked to be some magical shit and, as I slowly reached it with my tiny hands, pushing against the liquid keeping us afloat in the womb, and swiftly unraveling all knots.

We were on a tight schedule, so I rushed it fast without touching the cervix itself which could have led to further issues. It took me less than a minute to be done and… we were out. I left first, the experience shaking my body to the core and-

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Fuck, I felt the urge to scream and cry like a baby. Which was fitting considering my situation and it allowed me to sell the act of being a normal baby to the rest of the world. My new mother looked relieved, but she had to go through the second delivery as my twin sister was born.

I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but I know that she gave us names and that… I think they were speaking ancient Greek. The structure of the delivery rooms, the dresses used by the women, the fact I had heard some lines in ancient Greek that had pushed me to go for Latin when I had to pick a highschool- I am in Ancient Greece.

Which means I may be in the Greek Mythology rather than the original existence I once inhabited. The last telling clue of this was when I was put on a small table beside my mother and… I saw someone standing there that no one seemed to notice.

Tall woman, brown short hair and a perplexed look on her face as she flatly gave me a look. She was glowing a bit, as if trying to be invisible or something and-

“How did this brat break my spell?”

…Wait, this bitch is the one that tried to kill me and my twin sister which I planned to love like a tender and caring sibling should?

She tensed up a bit when I gave her a murderous glare. I bet it was scary- a child glaring at someone that thought was invisible and- she was gone. In a blink of an eye, she just disappeared, but not before letting out a brief ‘cut-out scream’.

I smiled to myself, getting a few nice words from the women attending to me while others took care of my sibling and my mother. For a few days, this was quite nice. I learned that my father was a king, thus making me and my sister prince and princess respectively, and that we were quite important due to the size of the palace.

I wasn’t as good in Hellenic History as I was with Roman and Modern ones but… I knew it had to be before the Trojan Wars, mostly because Agamennon would have not allowed a man like my new dad to live with that kind of luxury and influence.

That and the fact that I slowly learned how to speak and talk and… learn that some of the stories we were told about Medusa’s slaying by our ‘cutie-pie’ mommy were tied to our family.

She was Perseus’ granddaughter, the hero that had been behind that incredible deed.

…

Which was quite cool, to be honest as it meant that we were descendants from a demi-god. So yeah, this was Ancient Greece where myths were legit. Still, I couldn’t help but feel that this should have rung a bell or two inside my head but… it didn’t.

I just kept on questioning myself over it, trying to find out what was going on and… eventually, something did change in my baby-esque time at the palace. And it had to do with the fact that one of these calm days saw me waking up alone in the woods, far away from the palace.

I remember sitting up, looking around and… frowning as this felt a bit unnerving. Was that a game? Or did something bad happen to my family and I ended up here?

My brain scrambled to find a solution but, as far as I could remember, this was… ‘common’ in some heroic tales of Ancient Greece- a baby being left to die in nature for a reason or another.

Was I some cause of danger via prophecy bullshit? I doubted I had done anything to warrant this sort of shit and I would have seen unease around others. No, this had been too sudden. So, I was either kidnapped and the bastard botched the plan, or I had been left in a hurry by my own parents.

WHY!?

I just couldn’t find a reason and the more I got annoyed, the crankier I would get. I started to wander a bit by crawling around, but I could get too far as the forest was too thick and I was worried about being caught by some wild animal. My ears were vigilant for any dangerous noise and-

Snap!

A tree branch’s breaking gave me too late a sign that something or someone was after my butt. I just remember turning around and getting hit by a green color that made me go unconscious.

Silence came… or mostly silence. I heard something muffled- words. I heard women speak, one younger than the other. The youngest seemed annoyed by the fact someone left me in the woods, while the older one shared the same feeling but told the younger one to go look for my parents while she tended to me.

This is when I woke up in a world of warmth and care.

I felt pulled out of my dreams by a sense of hunger as I wound myself lulled close to a big boob. My mouth watered instinctively and I heard a woman hum with so much ‘love’ that I felt my little body shiver in bliss as I latched at her exposed nipple.

My mind took a while to recover from this strange ‘pull’, but I slowly regained control while I was being treated to the best milk ever! I had been quite ‘reluctant’ to go for breastmilk considering my mental age but… dear Lord, this is the tastiest milk ever.

I started to suckle hungrily, being mindful of my teeth as I just couldn’t damage such a wonderful dispensing tool for divine milk. The woman that was feeding me slowly got bothered by my care, twitching and holding back a few moans while ‘cheering’ me to go on.

I didn’t have any second thought about this as I just started to suck with more gusto and, eventually, that led to a wonderfully pleasant moan that confirmed I had her climax on the spot. My eyes were still closed as I felt compelled to keep them closed but… as drowsiness claimed me once more, I managed to briefly open them for a glimpse and…

Who is this sexy woman!?

I couldn’t ask myself but the memory was impressive on my skull. That body, those tits, that milk! She had to be some sort of deity but… which one? Argh! It was so frustrating!

Eventually I woke up and I was back in the ‘crib’ I shared with my twin sister. She was gurgling happily for my return, but no one at the palace said a thing about what had happened, as if it didn’t.

But after waking up back home that day, I learned that something did happen when I just happened to break part of the crib with a small amount of my strength while holding its edge.

I stared at it, then managed to lift up a few things while adults were not around and… I have super-strength.

…

I think I am the Strongest Hero, Herakles. Just a thought…

Said thought was confirmed once I realized that my name was Alcides. So yeah, I am… a bit screwed on the Her side of things, am I?

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AN

Next time, a bit of a timeskip while mentioning of SI!Alcides’ first public display of strength - killing assassin snakes. This is going to see ‘Herc’ go through the effort to pull through better than he is supposed to, meeting more heroes, finding many deities, fixing issues all around and making ‘friends’ with quite a few women.