I'm staring again. I know it's bad to stare, but-- I can't help it. Call it the power of the Gods, call it whatever you want. There's just something about her that makes me unable to keep my eyes off of her. The way she glides across the room, aiding me in my lessons of Godhood. How her breasts heave with each brother, rise with every movement of her arm. Everything she does is so incredibly sensual and I don't even think she knows.
Of course, that makes me think, how could she not know? I mean, come on. She's the Queen of the Gods. Hera had to know how her beauty affected others, men and women alike. And as much as she's been in my mind, she had to know exactly what she did to me. How my nipples hardened when she spoke. My thighs moistened from the dripping fluids when she came close to me, whispered a command in my ear, or even yelled at me. And she also had to know how badly I wanted her.
I couldn't say anything. I don't know why. I wasn't usually so skittish, but-- Come on! This is the Queen of the Gods! I can't just go to her and say, "Excuse me, Hera, but I would love nothing more than to strip you naked and take you right here."
"And why can't you, my dear?" I look at her and groan inwardly. I was going to have to learn to control my thoughts. I never know when she's going to enter my mind, read me and my every thought.
"Hera-- didn't we have that talk already? About you getting in my head?"
"But it is so useful, Charisma," she said, floating towards me. "Especially when you are afraid to say what you feel."
"Excuse me if I'm embarrassed over lusting after the Queen of the Gods."