Chapter 8: Heracles' Descent
Heracles found himself in the Underworld. But he could not help himself. The fertility goddess called to him. Finding himself in her chambers, Heracles was captured by her flowing copper red hair. Every inch of her was revealed to him, and still he wanted her more. He wanted to have her body on his. Not just for the sex she offered but for the child he could put in her womb.
"Persephone," Heracles whispered. "We can't just be down here doing this, flaunting the affair."
"I can't always go off to Olympus," she said indignantly. "I have responsibilities here."
Her eyes ran all over his body before stealing a kiss from her wonderful hero.
"It is not an affair," Persephone said, wrapping her arms around him. When she wrapped her legs around him, his cock glided into her. "It isn't, my hero," she muttered through gasping breaths.
"But what if Hades sees," he asked, concerned.
A devilish spark flashed over her eyes. "Then, he sees, Heracles," she said struggling with each syllable. "Gods! You're the best, Heracles. The best. Don't stop!"
"I won't! Fuck! I can't," he said, already his body giving into the process of having her.
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The best? Hades wondered, staring at the two. While Persephone had been giving herself to Heracles for months with no results of children, Hades had been left to less pleasant activities. Persephone was committed to her little bet, but Hades did not see the point.
But when he saw how she surrendered her body to Heracles, he did. He saw the passion mortality had given him. Wearing only his crown so that he was invisible to their sight, Hades watched as stroke after stroke, Persephone came for Heracles in ways she never had for him.
When Persephone was on her side, breasts on her side, Heracles hands on her hips pulling her on his cock as he slammed into her, Hades could not help but stroke his cock. Gods! He actually wanted Heracles to succeed and unload his seed in his wife, and if it made her happy, he would end up allowing her to fuck him for the rest of Olympus' reign.
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Hera sat at the table with her young virgin daughter.
"And
this
is what you want?" Hera asked.
"I am the goddess of youth, mother, but also forgiveness and redemption. If anyone can succeed, I can," Hebe said in her innocent, young, beautiful way.
She was young and beautiful. Her body was not done growing, despite being a goddess. Her hair was strawberry blonde, but curly and flowed down to her breasts. Those were barely a handful but still lovely to most. Of course, she wore a flowing white gown. Always the traditional wife but without a wedding day.
Hebe was a child that Zeus had been careful not to lose, but after Heracles' birth, Zeus had diverted his attention to him, and of course, Hebe would look on, over her father's shoulder.
By the time he came to Olympus, her crush had developed into an infatuation.
Which, of course, created a problem.
"Hebe. I can't bless your marriage to Heracles. Right now, he is bedding Persephone if I am correct. But he is in his own trial. He cares more about creating his child than he does finding a wife."
"But can't you see, mother? With your blessing, I can do both for him. Is not the quickest way between two point a straight line?" whined Hebe.
"Be that as it may," Hera said, exhausted. "Hebe, sometimes the easiest path is not the one we take."
Hebe looked at her mother incredulously. Before she could complain, Hera held up a hand.
"I will keep it under advisement, young lady. That is the best I can do. I will need to talk to Heracles before I discuss marriage or any of the like, Hebe. I love you. I truly do, but I think a match with Heracles will only lead to more pain."
"I would accept that pain," Hebe said, trying to keep the whining out of her voice.
Hera waved her off. "We will see, Hebe. Now, go. I promise to look into this, but I will talk to Zeus and Heracles separately before giving you any answer. That needs to be good enough for you."
And it was. Hebe smiled giddily and fled the chamber.
This left Hera with another mess to clean up. If only Zeus had won. If only things had gone differently. But the world was not meant for wishes and fancies. Heracles had won, and much to Hera's dismay, Persephone had taken her chance of getting the hero's attention. It had worked, but still, Hera
felt
Heracles was not entirely satisfied in the union.
Persephone would do, but he was wanting something, but Hera could not be sure what it was the hero-god wanted.
That was another thing. Upon his victory, Heracles was being declared he was a hero-god. It did not matter what he decided or what he did, he was seen an infallible. Circumstance had launched him into a position of envy and impossibility. No one would see him and think he were at fault for any of this. This was Zeus' fault for being stubborn. It was Hera's for not convincing Zeus. It was everyone's fault except Heracles'.
Normally, Hera would be livid. Strangely, though, she could not help but admire how popular he was. Further, it was Zeus' fault, and to a smaller degree, it was Hera's. She should have bed him.
Still, the fact he was not bedding half of Olympus showed how genuine he had been for his goal. For that, Hera admired him.
"Hermes," she cried out.
The messenger god came in, lean, proud and quick. "Yes, my queen."
"Send for the other queens. We have some matters to discuss."
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Zeus sat in his chambers, defeated. Everyday, he felt his power drained from him, and still...there were moments he thought his power was returning to him.
Then as that hope came, it fled. Perhaps those were the moments when Heracles' seed had a chance to plant.
And he would have the child by whomever he slept with.
Maybe he could not harm Heracles. But that child. That child he could...Was that the answer?
Languishing, no one came to his bedchambers anymore. No Aphrodite, no Amphritrite, nobody.
He was left to wonder if there was anyone loyal to him because he was king or if it were all for the prestige and power he offered. Staring out at Olympus, he wondered.
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Heracles comes back to Olympus to a fauning audience and gets some sleep.
He recognized he was not alone. A sea goddess stood in front of his bed. Heracles was too tired to see she was wearing practically nothing.
He chose to put a collar on one of his stands. Over the last few months, Persephone helped Heracles collected trophies and symbols of his life and labors. Getting a collar from Cerberus was her small gift to him.
"Amphritrite, right?" he asked in exhaustion. Persephone was nothing if not attentive and passionate, but that wore him down.
The goddess looked at him with confusion at his lack of interest.
"Yes, Heracles. I am the Queen of the Sea."
"What are you doing here?" he asked, crashing onto a lounge chair. "I do not mean to be short, but it has been an exhausting day."
"Bedding your uncle's wife, I know," the queen said with sass.
"Is that why you came here?" he asked. "To scold me."
"More to ask how a queen of the gods succeeded with the much-beloved hero-god."
"Amphitrite. I am exhausted. Traveling to the Underworld and back takes a toll on me."
"You really are a brute, Heracles," she snipped. "I was coming to offer myself as another queen."
"Oh," Heracles said, stunned. Pasiphae had done what Persephone had done and what Amphitrite was doing. Was this how queens tried to seduce men? It was working.
Though, strangely, after days and nights with Persephone, he did not want sex. He wanted to sleep and discover why Persephone was not pregnant yet. What started as a passionate surrender had turned into another labor, so to speak.
"Are you not interested?" she asked, annoyed.
"Truthfully, Highness, I cannot see why you would be interested in someone like me. I am new to Olympus. I am one of Zeus' bastards. One of many. I cannot see why you would break your vows with Poseidon to lay with me."
"You're much more than that," she said, walking up to him. She was trying to take off what little she had. Heracles lifted his hand. "I see so much more potential."
Heracles had been around enough married women to know when they were keeping a secret and when they weren't.
"He doesn't know you're here," Heracles said, shaking his head. "And you are too ready. You've done this before."
He looked at her body and he saw a vague similarity with a woman Heracles knew well. It was the very reason he existed.
"You've done this with Zeus, and now you want to try with me."
The sea goddess looked offended and as though she would slap him before stopping herself. She smiled and shook her head.
"You're far more then you let others believe about you, Heracles. You are an important instrument in the war to come. I think you know that, and you are learning how the games are played on Olympus."
She smiled, touching his cheek.
"Why stop with one queen when you can have two? Whatever Persephone offered, I can offer the same. I won't stop you from getting what you want. We can see the way the wind is blowing. Either you or your child will be sitting on the throne of Olympus. I know how important you are"
"And you're here to secure your place?"
"It is more that I am here endearing myself to the future."
"Then," Heracles said, holding open the door to his room. "Might I suggest doing it tomorrow after I have rested."
Amphitrite stared in disgusted confusion at his actions. Still, she left, knowing it would be better to wait.
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The next day came with much anticipation for many gods.
Persephone wore her beautiful queenly garb for her meeting with the others. She was more than sated by Heracles, and yet, she knew by coming to the queens empty handed, she was presenting them both with a problem.
She did not care though. There was something in having Heracles to herself for a while, but it would not last forever. He would come to her sometimes, the replacement for Zeus. That was enough.
