Chapter 2: Gifts to Heracles
Zeus walked into the Temple of the Fates. Every part of him felt wonderful. Even as Heracles was finding his way into his own Temple, Zeus knew his little gift to him would be appreciated.
He found the women, where they always were. The Daughters of Nyx were at the ever growing and ever glowing Loom of Fate. They were all beautiful in their own way. Zeus had often considered having children with them, if only to secure his rule. After all, their allegiance was necessary to each King of the gods. Cronos had forgotten this, and he had paid the price when Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus overthrew him.
Now, the former King of the gods lay trapped in Tartarus, castrated and cripple for all of divinity to see. Fearing such a future, Zeus thought it best to allow the Fates freedom rather than becoming one of his many conquests.
"Clothos, Lachesis, and Atropos," Zeus proclaimed. His tone held as much respect as the King of the gods could muster.
"Father Zeus," Atropos said with a smile. The beautiful white haired Fate had never spoken to Zeus first. "Welcome."
Still, the sister who represented cutting the strings of life was as important as the others, he supposed.
"We knew you would be here, at the dawn of the new age," Clothos said. The youngest, most supple of the Fates Sisters said.
Even as she sat there, her left breast hung free. Zeus wondered about the taste of her body. Would she revel in the pleasures of the flesh like all women?
"Excuse me?" Zeus said, returning to himself. "Dawn of the New Age?"
"Yes, the birth of a new god is the fulcrum," said Lachesis.
"Balancing the ending of one generation," continued Atropos.
"And the birth of another," finished Clothos.
"Wonderful!" Zeus exclaimed with joy.
"Would you celebrate so, if it meant the end of your rule, Highness?" Atropos wondered.
"Heracles would not turn against me. None of my children can."
"Oaths were sworn by living god-children, this is true," Lachesis agreed. "But Heracles made no such oath and therefore is not forbidden to harm you, Highness."
"He is something new," Clothos said with glee. "A god, birth of your seed, and empowered by Hera, harnessed by a life of challenge and strife."
"What has the King of Olympus struggled with since his ascent?" Atropos wondered.
"The cosmic balance must be maintained by the most powerful deity."
Zeus laughed. "His godhood might have made him my equal in physical might but in power? In harnessing the heavens? In commanding the skies above and the earth below? I still remain unchallenged."
"But Heracles has a greater will, resisting challenges in life," Lachesis said. "Could you, Highness?"
The three looked to Zeus, encircling him. The mighty King of the gods smirked. "I fear no man."
"It is not the fear of men that shall bring about your downfall," Atropos said, her hands running up his back. The sensation felt so incredibly sensual.
"Rather, the glory of Hera shall be our downfall, my King," Lachesis continued. Her breasts were touching his legs even as her hand lifted his tunic.
"Then what should I do?" Zeus wondered. His head rolled back in pleasure of their touches. Never before had the Fates deemed to act as they were, but Zeus would not deny himself their pleasures.
Clothos' lips kissed the prodigious cock of Zeus before pulling away. The affection caused his impressive limb to engorge slowly to an erection.
"O King! You must be willing to give up what you once feared most to lose to preserve your throne," Atropos said, her finger wrapping around his cock.
His head rolling back, Zeus moaned. "Please...Sisters, tell me..."
"Can you resist us, Majesty?" Atropos asked.
"Never, Sisters," Zeus said, surrendering to the touch of Lachesis's lips sucking his testicles. If only Hera touched him, he would not ever need to stray as he did.
"Then you will not be able to resist, for by might and not might, you shall be overthrown," Atropos said, stroking his cock faster and faster.
He groaned, needing her touch on his phallus. His hips moved back and forth, in rhythm of her touch.
