Chapter 9: Hera's Triumph
Hera stared at her husband the next morning. There was a loud screaming throughout the night. Heracles had bed another woman. From everything Hera was hearing, he was quite skilled.
To her own rage, she did not know how she felt. She was enraged by the over-abundance of sex. At the same time, Heracles did not know he would never succeed, so she could not be angered at him.
There was only one person for her to be upset at. Only one: Herself.
Was that the truth of all of it? Hera had chosen to marry Zeus. By some mortal retelling, Zeus had multiple wives, but Hera had been his only true wife because Rhea and Gaia had brought them together, to strengthen Olympus with continuity. Hera could have said no though, and she had not. She chose to be with Zeus for the power, prestige.
If Gaia was right, all of her choices, including being angry and never taking her anger out on Zeus directly (because it was more important to keep Zeus happy as he could defeat the titans) only caused the deterioration of everything. These decisions were what put Hera in her impossible situation.
Poseidon slammed his hands on the table, enraged. This returned Hera to her surroundings.
"You have to stop him. He has not stopped fucking anything with two legs and a cunt."
"That never seemed to bother you when you were out fucking who you wanted," Hades commented.
"Not everyone is comfortable being a cuckold, Hades," Poseidon snapped to his older brother.
Hades stood at his full height and his hands were glowing with the black energy of the Underworld. The energy pulsed as a flame in his hands. Though powerful, even Hades recognized that it was not as powerful as it should have been.
Hera raised her hands before things went too far. "Kings!" she exclaimed. Both shrunk back at her exclamation. "My most recent visit with Gaia has led me to believe I know that there is a woman Heracles can succeed in conceiving a child with."
Zeus was laid up in his chair and looked at Hera hopefully.
"Why haven't you said so sooner?" Poseidon snapped.
Hera contained her anger. She replied as calmly as could be expected. "I had to consider who was talking to me. While Gaia has been helpful to us in the past, she
is
still a titan, and she has not entirely been honest in all of our dealings. Has she, husband?"
Zeus, knowing what Hera was referring to, inclined his head in agreement.
"Further, I have seen the rage of you Poseidon and let's say the other Olympians are upset that their mistresses and wives and partners have gone to Heracles' bed. I want an oath from you three that neither the woman or the child will be harmed."
"We already gave that," Hades said.
"Even after the child is born. We don't know what kind of magic he or she could have. Further, I can't trust that any of you or anyone else won't try to harm the kid because Heracles' child will 'usurp' someone's throne."
"You can't think that of us!" Poseidon cried.
"Heracles has buried his cock in your wife's cunt for three weeks and apparently, she's a screamer, Poseidon..." Hera said, inclining her hands towards Heracles' temple.
Poseidon recoiled from that comment.
Hades nodded in agreement. "Fine. I agree. But only until the child can defend itself," he said, putting his hand in the middle of the table.
Zeus weakly did the same. Poseidon was the last to follow through.
"You all give your word that no matter who she is, the woman will not be harmed, or stopped, and the child will be allowed to grow up until it can defend itself?" Hera wondered.
All nodded. The magic was not as explosive when they dealt with Heracles. That did not stop it from being just as binding.
When the other kings left, Zeus looked to Hera. "How will we know if your plan succeeds?"
"You should be restored when the conception takes place," Hera answered. "Or maybe when his seed is released into the mother. I cannot be entirely sure. Gaia was somewhat vague."
"You have my permission to do what you need to, Hera."
"I will bring that woman to Heracles in the dead of night. While you three won't act, I need to make sure no other god acts."
Zeus nodded in agreement to Hera. "Very well. Just get it done. I do not know how long I can last."
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Heracles laughed as another two of Poseidon's daughters were passed out in his bed. Both had his seed in them. Heracles knew, regardless of how long her fucked his cousins, that no child had been conceived. That alone was disheartening. It was getting to the point where even the sex was boring. There were one or two women he would revisit. Persephone was one. Eirene, Poseidon's favored daughter was another.
But he did not trust her like he did Persephone. If it were possible, he would have had a child by Persephone already. Unfortunately, he was starting to think it was not possible. He started to drink wine given to him by Dionysus.
Supposedly, the wine was strong enough to get a god drunk. He would love to just pass out.
While he poured a third and fourth glass, so he could drink as needed, he looked over Hera's scroll for Hebe. It might just be time to give up on fatherhood. While the kings would be upset, Heracles could be happy with a beautiful wife that cared for him.
He could love her for his eternity. Things could be worked out.
When he was thinking that over, a knock came at his door.
"Enter," Heracles called.
Hermes came in. Thankfully, he had a single announcement.
"Her Majesty Here, Queen of Olympus, would like to see you tonight. She suggests you relax. She has a surprise for you. According to her, she has found the goddess you can conceive a child with. She also claims that this woman has the blessing of the three kings to help with your conception."
Heracles set the scroll down.
"Tell her she will have my undivided attention tonight. Thank you, Hermes."
"Of course, Prince Heracles."
Heracles shook his head at the title but smiled and waved him away.
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Hades returned to the Underworld. Everything was well in order, but more than that, Persephone smiled in her naked form. He could see Heracles' cum leaking down her leg. Even with that small flaw, she was gorgeous.
He could not contain himself.
"Well, my husband?" she asked as he stripped himself.
Before he could answer her, his cock was out.
"Hera believes she has found the woman," Hades said, trying to pin Persephone to the wall, but she was too quick. As soon as his body touched hers, there was a shiver down his spine.
"Not yet, my love," she chided. Her hands wrapped around his cock. "I need to make sure
you
don't break your promise."
"I would never," he growled weakly.
She rubbed his cock over her pussy. "I know you won't," she practically sang. "If you need a nymph, I can get you one to fuck."
"No," he almost cursed out with a shake of his head. "I need my wife."
She loved when he was like this. He was so desperate to have her, he would give her the world. That was when loving him was easiest. She could forget all the troubles. This was the game between them that she enjoyed playing. After all, she
always
won.
"After Heracles has this woman, will you stop him from having me?" she hissed. "He wants a family."
"No, my love. Never."
His cock rubbed against her moist pussy. The joined juices only added to the heated passion for him. The ends of her pubic hair made his cock twitch in her hand when they grazed over his tip.
"Persephone, please!" he all but begged.
Persephone pushed him onto his back and kissed the tip of his cock.
"Yes, my husband."
"Did you enjoy watching Heracles fuck me? Do you enjoy him making your wife feel amazing, and beautiful, and whole?"
"Yes, Persephone! Yes!" he cried.
"Do you enjoy when he cums in me?" she asked. Her tone was getting more and more playful with each word.
"Gods yes!" Hades admitted freely.
"He's going to keep fucking me, isn't he?"
"For as long as you want, my love!"
Persephone was not a cruel wife. Between her words, she allowed her mouth to wrap around his cock. Every word was as meant for Hades' pleasure as her actions were. He loved it, she knew. His cock told her the truth.
Her pussy was ready for her lover, yet still, she meant to have Heracles again. She did not know who this woman was, but Persephone would not begrudge her. Persephone would work with her if she had to. But she would continue having the Hero of Olympus.
Climbing atop her husband, she could see the hope in his eyes as her pussy lips were freely rubbing against his cock. Her cum coated pussy was more wet than she had ever been with Hades. It made grinding him all the easier.
Up and down, up and down she went. Her pussy wetting her husband's cock with her lubrication from her desire and Heracles' seed. His was rolling in ecstasy.
"Persephone!" he cried out.
As easy as it might have been to slide into her, Persephone denied her husband. Every motion of her body was to keep her nice and wet. It felt so good to grind on him..
"Not yet, my love," she said.
He grabbed her sides and was about to force his cock into her when Persephone pushed off of him. The motion was all that was needed for Hades to cry out. His climax was long and he growled at his body's surrender to Persephone's actions. His golden white cum shot into the air, in an impressive arc, and landed on his body.
"I had said 'not yet'," Persephone snapped.
"It has been months Persephone," he growled back when his orgasm had rescinded its control of him.
"And there will be many more months," she said, wrapping her body up in a fine cloth. "We had a deal."
Hades looked at her, his eyes flashing with irritation. "I am getting tired of deals," he said with a heat that matched his look.
"You liked it a minute ago," Persephone said a minute ago.
"I don't want to be mocked by Poseidon or anyone else on Olympus, Persephone."
