Chapter 11: The Cuckold of Olympus
Days came to pass after Heracles fucked Hera in her bedroom. Each day only led to another more passionate encounter. How had that worked? Hera was wondering how she had gone her whole immortal life without someone like Heracles.
She brushed her own hair that morning. Her waist was already showing with more flesh around the edges, but Heracles did not care. The more she changed, the better he fucked her. Oh and he did fuck her. It was the most all encompassing experience. It was not just sex or making love or even fucking.
It was a surrender of herself to him. Her body was his to have and he accepted that and returned it with a passion worth ten thousand lifetimes.
He deserved the sun, moon, the sky, the earth, and every bit of loyalty Hera could muster. For those days, Heracle had not even had sex with Persephone, who accepted the rejection in stride, but Heracles told Hera that he promised to give her a child.
By talking to her about it, Hera knew not only accepted it, she gave her blessing. He had not even tried to trick her. There was not a duplicitous bon in his body. For that, Hera had named the boy growing in her belly Anicetus, meaning the unconquerable one. Maybe the mortals would think him a lesser god. Maybe even the child of Heracles from some other wife, but he would be the next King of Olympus.
Persephone already picked a name for her son, though she was not pregnant. Zagreus, meaning the hunter who catches animals alive, was what she would name their son. This was a reminder of when Heracles caught the stag of Artemis and returned it as well as when he captured Cerberus and returned him to the Underworld unharmed. Zeus had raped Persephone in the hopes she would birth an heir with whom he could bestow unlimited power.
And now, two would be born that would fulfill this dream.
Still, Hera wondered who the third woman would be. Maybe she could carry two children for Heracles, but if Anicetus was any indication of how powerful her union with the Hero of Olympus was, Hera could not carry another child for Heracles.
Further, Persephone would not be able to get Hades to agree to another child.
Looking over the scrolls on her table, Hera realized it might be time to find Heracles a wife.
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"Gods! Don't stop!" Zeus cried.
Even as his muscles returned, Aphrodite bounced up and down. The expression of boredom written all over her face. Her magnificent body was being wasted on the King of Olympus.
When he finally did cum, the seed released was sad, pathetic, and closer to white than it was to gold.
The hardened cock slipped out, just above three inches when hard. Could it have shrunk anymore?
Aphrodite kissed Zeus on the cheek as he laid down.
"Your Highness, I think you should find a way to restore yourself before you call on me to take care of your needs again."
Zeus would have been angered if he was not so consumed by the pleasure. That, and frankly, his cock was pathetic. He would need to bed Hera sooner rather than later.
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Heracles looked over Olympus. It was beautiful. For all of his sated nature, he found himself still a peria among the Olympians.
He enjoyed solitude for the most part. Eternal loneliness was not how he wanted to spend his time. That was when he felt a hand touch his arm.
He turned, hoping to find Hera. Instead, he found someone else there. She was smaller, younger. Her chest was smaller. Her hair was curly, like Hera's. She wore a white grown and crown of silver flowers.
"Oh!" he said, confused. "Hello."
"Hello, Heracles," she said with a familiar smile.
"Have we met?"
She gave a bashful smile. "Well, yes, and no," she said. "I have been with you since your labors, Heracles. I am Hebe, the goddess of youth, Zeus' royal cup bearer, and the goddess of forgiveness and absolution."
Heracles' eyes widened.
Her smile grew as she understood that he comprehended. "Yes. I was with you in your labors. I was the one who was assuaging your guilt."
Heracles looked at her, touching her arm. "Thank you, Hebe. You can't imagine what they meant to me."
"If it meant so much, why haven't you met me until now?"
Heracles flushed with shame. He could not tell this child he was having intercourse with her mother. How could he say that her mother was carrying his child?
"I
have
been busy, young lady," Heracles said as cryptically as possible.
"Bedding half of Olympus," Hebe remarked offhandedly.
"Well, yes, but it is a little more complicated than that."
"Heracles, I might be less than a half century old, but I have lived my whole life on Olympus. I know about the games the other gods play and the 'fun' they have."
"For a forgiving goddess, you seem judgmental," Heracles observed.
"In order to forgive, Heracles, you have to have an accurate judgment of the situation."
Heracles let out a snort of laughter. "I suppose there is a certain sense to that, but are you above those games?"
"I am not. I play them when it suits me. I made a fortune in ambrosia and favors when you defeated my father. There are suspicions about the mother in question. A lot of people think it is Persephone."
"It's not," Heracles said flatly. "Not this time."
"This time?" she asked, offended.
"I don't see our father allowing me to take a wife with everything that has happened," Heracles replied with an honest exhalation.
"I could talk to him for you," Hebe said with kindness.
"That would be helpful, Hebe. Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet. I am doing this for selfish reasons," she said with a cunning smile that looked oddly like Hera.
Heracles was not sure how, but he felt like he would be seeing Hebe more often.
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Amphitrite looked at Hebe with the hero. Still, she had no answer. Poseidon did not seem to care about hinting that Heracles was bedding all of the queens. Of course, she could not tell him more. She needed an ally.
With Persephone playing the role of Heracles' supposed lover told Amphitrite that she could not go to her or Hades. The more she looked at it, the fewer options for power she had.
Nothing on Olympus or the sea would help her, and the Underworld... Maybe the king and queen of the Underworld would not help her, but Amphitrite knew there were individuals in the Underworld that could help.
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Hera was excited when Persephone walked with her to Heracles' room that night. The two of them had made love eleven times. Every time was a rush. Even as she felt his raw, hairy, muscular arms, something was wrong. The rush and warm feeling of her husband was not as pronounced as it usually was.
Heracles could feel it too. Where she felt something between them, Heracles looked as though he was in pain for the first time in their times together.
"Lover?" she asked.
There was a look of stunned confusion.
Looking down, she gasped before letting loose a growl. His cock was out and pressing against her pussy only to be held back by some unseen barrier. She looked from him to his body as his skin seemed to be burning him.
He pulled away. "Heracles"
"Hera! What is this? Nothing should be able to hurt me."
"Zeus," she hissed. Caressing his arms, she looked at him. "We will fix this. I promise, my husband."
