Savage Mythology; The Betrayal of Hera
This Story involves human females and Furry males engaging in sexual acts, so be aware if that isn't what you're looking for. I've taken a lot of inspiration from Jay Naylor's works, especially his "The Fall of Little Red Riding Hood" series, as well as E.Z. McCain's "Beastiverse" stories, so you may envision the world of these stories in a similar light. In this world, humans live in conjunction with various Beastman races, among other animals and mythical creatures. However, a curse borne by an ancient Goddess has lived in the hearts of women for millennia, making them crave for Beast Cock and sex with Beastmen, Animals, and Monsters.
This story tells the origins of that curse, how the Greek Goddess Hera came to corrupt all women and make them desire to be slaves to Beastmen.
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Another day passed, and yet again Zeus was nowhere to be found on Olympus. But that certainly was not to say that where he was or what he was doing was a mystery. The Gods could see all from their perch in the heavens, and not even the King of the Gods could remain hidden from his queen, Hera.
Yet again, Hera sat on her throne, eyes ridden in a dull, slow-burning anger. Yet again she was forced to stay up in Olympus as she watched her 'husband' go down to the world below to slate his lusts on the women of Earth.
How long had the Queen been forced to endure, to watch her husband carry out these insults against her; centuries, eons? How many bastard offspring of his had she been forced to watch be glorified and worshipped as heroes on Earth by the women that should have been offering their praise to
her
?
And how many times had she been forced to watch Zeus take on ridiculous forms in the name of 'seducing' these women? What would the God of the Sky choose to present himself as today: a swan, a bull?
Hera grit her teeth as her visions took her down to the globe, fuming out her simmering rage as she once again bore witness to her husband tricking some weak-minded female into sleeping with him. The millennia of suffering this humiliation, the centuries of jealousy, had fully burned away whatever fragment of love she might have once held for Zeus, had worn down every ounce of patience and reason in the Goddess. She was not going to accept her 'King' anymore!
As her fury for her husband blazed in her soul, Hera's mind wandered endlessly with thoughts of revenge, desperate to come up with the most perfect way to pay Zeus back for the years of neglect. She needed to humiliate him in the most grievous, terrible way. She would do something that would irreparably shame him in the eyes of every God, in the eyes of every mortal. She would do more than destroy him, she intended to ruin him, ensure that his name would never again be worshipped, only spoken as the most insufferable curse.
And as the desire for vengeance filled her heart, Hera's gaze wandered across the globe until it landed on a sight that utterly captured her. As though by some divine fate, the Goddess's eyes landed on a figure much more worthy of praise and veneration than her husband... Romulus!
Romulus was the God of the Forest, and the God of Wolves. Being one of the Gods of the Beast Races, he'd never once been offered a place on Olympus, and Zeus and the other Olympic Gods had always looked down on him and the Beast Gods, thinking them much lesser to themselves, just as humans saw Beastmen as inferior to themselves.
But as Hera looked on this figure, she was suddenly filled with something like a great realization. Romulus's form dazzled the scorned Goddess. His Wolfish nature carried a clear savagery to it, radiated a purely ferocious, natural instinct; something Hera now found indescribably beautiful. The Goddess watched this so-called lesser figure, unable to tear her eyes from the scene she'd happened upon.
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Down on the Earth, Romulus stood silently in the shadows of a great forest, ever watching but seldom seen in this domain. He was observing one of his children with great pride.
One of the Wolfmen that Romulus held domain over was stalking his prey in the woods, a leering grin plastered across his muzzle. A young female crawled helpless on her back, scooting along the soil and loam until her back was against a massive tree. The girl had fancied herself a huntress of her village, and to prove herself worthy of marrying the greatest warrior of her home, she'd decided to go to the woods and slay a Beast to prove her strength to the man.
But she'd proven herself utterly powerless against the Wolf. Even with the element of surprise, not a single arrow she shot landed on her target, and soon it was the Wolf that was hunting the girl, chasing her down through his turf until he had the poor female cornered.
Her bow and dagger long ago dropped and forgotten, the human girl could only stare up in fright at the creature she'd so foolishly tried to kill. Her eyes shimmered with tears, her lips trembling as she offered weak prayers to any God she could think of; Hera's name never crossed her tongue.
The Wolfman leered triumphantly as he encroached on his now helpless victim. She may have wanted his pelt as a trophy, but the Beast desired to take much more from her in payment. The girl had thought herself as good as dead, but as the Wolf moved in, she rapidly understood that her fate was going to be much more horrifying. The girl watched in despair as the Wolf's lethally pointed cock unsheathed itself from his vicious figure, the fiery red flesh swelling massively until it was near big as her forearm. She had no doubt of what was going to happen to her now; the Beast was not going to kill her, she was going to be raped.
The frightened girl could only tremble and scream helplessly into the woods as the Wolf fell upon her with savage intent; but only the Gods would hear her scream, and those watching desired nothing more than to let this happen and witness its' glory.
The Wolf bore down on his victim, his rabid claws easily shredding the girl's simple hunting tunic, and with a few mere swipes she was lain naked and exposed for her predator. Feelings of utter dominance surging in his mind, the Wolfman took hold of the girl's ankles and pulled her back, her head falling into the dirt, hair tangling in the soil. The human female sobbed, but her terror was only just starting.
The Beast hiked his prey's legs over his shoulders as he dipped his muzzle down. His savage teeth parted, freeing his long, Canine tongue that immediately struck against the girl's exposed slit. The girl let out a desperate sob, in sorrow but even more so in confusion.
The Wolf wasted no time as his tongue lapped mightily against the human's sweet folds, licking her almost appreciatively as the warm muscle cut deep into her pussy. Choking sobs and gasps continued to echo out of the human woman, but as the seconds dragged on into minutes, she quickly found she could not deny the sensations now echoing through her body.
As the Beastman continued to nuzzle and a dig his long, flat tongued deeper and deeper into his victim, the girl soon found her sobs softly turning to aching moans and soft, sultry breaths of delight. The horror of the experience never left her mind, and even now the girl couldn't believe the sounds coming out of her own mouth. But she simply could not deny that the incredible feeling of the creature's warm, soft tongue lapping into her slit; it was all but divine.
As the girl's struggling quieted, as her whimpering complaints softened to sighs of pleasure, admitting her comfort in surrender, the Wolfman smirked against her mound. He knew from the beginning that this would be the ultimate outcome. Beasts like him were born with an innate knowledge of how to prepare a female, how to make them submit to their basest desires, and of course a firm belief that human women were all born to be bred by the animals they looked down on.
Tasting the sweet desire now flow freely from his prey, the Wolfman pulled his tongue back and set the girl's legs down. The creature knelt in the dirt as he observed the result of his 'preparation,' the human female now quite contented and stilled on the ground, her face flush with obvious arousal, expression showing nothing of fear or reluctance, only desperate need, and of course her pussy was drooling its' lust, openly begging to be filled by a thick, Beasty knot!
As the Wolfman grabbed the girl's hips and aligned himself with her weeping entrance, her eyes just grew big in uncertainty, anticipation, and wanton desire. There was still some slight conflict over letting this happen, abandoning her old morals and sense of reasoning, but that was far overshadowed by her newfound desire to be savagely bred!
The Wolfman slowly pulled his victim's hips back. The girl squeaked out her last gasp of hesitation when she felt the pointed-tip pierce past her lips. But with a Wolfish grin, the Beastman thrust himself deep into the confines of his unwilling mate.
The girl screamed again, but this time from pure bliss as the massive length of Beast flesh broke through her hymen, ravenously devouring her virginity in an instant. The Wolf grunted ferociously as he slammed her hips back into his own, filling her deep until his thick knot was crashing against her tight lips.
Now that his prey was well and truly conquered, the Wolf set about furiously fucking into the frail young girl, ripping her hips back in his hands as he pummeled his cock deeper and deeper into her quivering pussy. The human woman now openly wailed and moaned her endless pleasure as she fully submitted her body to the Beast, eagerly embracing every monstrous inch of his length as it pumped inside her, battering straight through to her womb.
