Hera realized the only way Dionysus could be punished would be by her own hand. Again, she took on the human form a task she despised and returned to the world to find Dionysus and to dispense with him once and for all. Once in the world she quickly found out, she had no idea how Dionysus looked in his human form. The only answer was to become a Maenad and follow them until Dionysus could be located. These shrews drove her to the brink with the incessant praise of their god. Oh, Dionysus did this to me or Dionysus sent lightning bolts to my womanhood, didn't these women have anything else to babble about but him. At night they all slept together and Hera heard them moaning and screaming out with the sounds of passion. Yet he never came to her, and she wondered why. Did he know she was among his followers or was it something else? The thought came to her as the sun came up over the mountain, of course, these mortals slept and that was when Dionysus came to their bedsides. As a god who never slept so therefore never dreamed, he did not approach her with his magic.
She had to see him, to find him so with great sacrifice, she changed completely into human form and on that very night, she slept. She dreamed a human dream, as she lay in a field of grass next to a brook he came to her. His first kiss stirred her now mortal soul both chilling her and flaming her heart. His kisses drifted down her throat, each one searing her with passion. He tore at the bodice of her gown exposing her breasts and their engorged nipples. When he put his mouth on them, she felt the first tiny explosion in her groin. She started to moan as she begged him not to stop. Yet when he did stop, it only made her hotter as he pulled her gown down her body following it with more kisses.
He went to her center and peeled back the leaves of her most precious flower thus exposing that private nub, the secret of a woman's pleasure. She was aware of what was happening but could not stop, no would not stop him as the feelings inside her kept growing. The first touch of his tongue sent her into the throes of her first human orgasm. She screamed aloud and grabbed for his head hopping to hold it in place, as she dare not lose this feeling. However, by the time he stopped his assault, she was begging him to cease for the fear of her own death. He now turned her over and from behind her; he inserted his manhood deep inside her womb. The shock of pure pleasure this brought to her was almost too much to bear. All she could do was whimper as he finished with her and then left for the next woman.
In the morning when she woke, she realized she had not looked at Dionysus' face and still had no idea how he looked. As she thought about yet another night on the world as a mere human, instead of anger she found herself smiling in anticipation. Surely if this job took decades it would just be her task to finish.