Chapter 12: The Beginning of the End
Weeks after their agreement, Hera's body was rapidly changing. The pregnancy was harder on her than any child before, but the child in her was more special than any other. The only great pleasures of her pregnancy was Heracles
Everyday, he saw her and everyday, he buried his cock between her legs, nestling just right in her. Zeus had actually had the strength to protest a week later. Heracles had asked a favor of Hephaestus though. The next night, Zeus came in while Heracles was in Hera.
She screamed and howled his name. She bounced up and down on his lap. No longer could her body stand the pleasures of her hero on top of her. He suckled at her breasts, milk flowing from her body into his lips.
In a perverse, selfish way, it only aroused Hera more. Her milk had been the first of any woman in her lover, and it would be the last. Even as Heracles claimed her, Zeus railed.
But when he walked into the room, thin chains of adamantine wrapped around Zeus. As they had bound Prometheus, so too did they bind Zeus.
Hera looked at her hero and how clever he was.
"Gods!" she cried. "I love you! You are the true king of Olympus!"
"I love you too, Hera! All my passion and glory is for you."
"And for you!" she all but screeched as a wave of orgasmic pleasure struck her.
"Hera!" Zeus pleaded, trapped.
"Say it, cuck!" Hera cried in angered disgust.
After all of his affairs and selfishness, Zeus had the audacity to try and separate the two. He had agreed to the arrangement. Only a god, one as strong as Heracles could remove the shackles, so Zeus was at his son's mercy, yet again.
"Heracles is the true king of Olympus," he muttered pathetically.
Hera screamed as another orgasm overtook her. Thankfully, she was not alone. Heracles unleashed a torrent of semen for her already swollen and impregnated pussy. She never wanted him to stop. Each release was just another claim on his eternal conquest of Hera.
Zeus had the decency not to cry. Though, as the two came down, Hera realized they were breaking the king.
"Never come in here without our permission," she ordered.
"Yes," Zeus cried. "Free me."
As Heracles looked like he might, Hera held him back.
"Not yet, I have a better idea," she said. Her hands touched the chains. A glow flowed from her to the adamantine. "If you ever mean harm to Heracles or you ever enter either his or my temples, these chains will find you and bind you, my once husband."
"Hera," Zeus said, realizing the permanence of the situation. "That is not necessary."
"You have tried to stop us after you gave your word," she said. She felt Heracles' hand touch her shoulder. His power flowed from him into her, empowering her magic. Anything short of titans' magic would never overcome the enchantment. "This ensures you will keep it."
Zeus bowed his head.
"That's a good cuckold," Hera whispered in his ear. It was as if an eternal lifetime's rage was finally unleashed in a title.
Later that night, after Zeus had gone, Hera and Heracles made love again. It was filled with as much want and desire. It was the conversation after that caught Hera off guard.
"Hera. You know I do love and care about you?" Heracles said, caressing her ever growing belly.
"Yes, but when men say that, it usually is followed by bad news."
"It can be, but I am just worried about the rest of it."
"The rest of it?" Hera asked, caressing his cheek.
"Hera, my wife. I must start laying with Persephone again. Can you handle that?"
"You will always come back to me. I might have once thought you were like Zeus, but our son and this lust is not something you can give up."
Heracles nodded. "It won't but I don't want you being upset at her, or that child. And what of this wife? We do need to find someone for me."
Hera let out a long melodious laughter. "Heracles, maybe that is who I once was, but with you, now, I plan to enjoy all we can. I will give you time with Persephone. But I think finding a wife will be my first priority. I only ask that if you decide to take another lover, you tell me first."
"Hera, I don't intend to take another--"
"Do not make promises to me that you might break. I won't allow us to become like it was with Zeus."
Heracles smiled, kissing his wife before slowly, wonderfully sliding back into her. "We will never be like that."
Hera loved him when he was like this. And she accepted him, almost believing the unsaid promise he was giving her.
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Hebe was concerned. She walked into the queen's meeting room. Never before had she been called into their meetings in a qualified capacity. Usually, she helped the servants set up for their meetings.
Since her wager, Hebe had more capital in Olympus than anyone, so she would never be expected to do anything for anyone. Was that why she was being called in?
As she entered the expansive meeting room, she came to realize how opulent it was even by the standards of Olympus.
On the opposite side of the room was Persephone in the full black and purple regalia of the Underworld and her mother, who was wearing many layers of white and gold.
"Welcome, Hebe," Hera said with an opened hand. "Please. Take a seat."
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Persephone turned away from the young girl, whispering just low enough for Hera to hear.
"Are you sure about this?"
Hera nodded.
"She may have a crush on him, but you can't expect her to go along with this."
Hera touched her shoulder. Anicetus was growing more and more each day, and Persephone could see the toll it was taking on the Queen of Olympus. Would Zagreus do the same to Persephone?
"Trust me," Hera whispered into Persephone's ear.
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Hera was not as sure as she sounded to Persephone. However, as she had once told the spring goddess, she had once made a life of manipulating gods and goddesses. Her own daughter would be no different.
"Welcome Hebe," Hera said softly. "Do you know why I have called you here?"
"I do not, mother," the innocent girl said.
"Well, you obviously know it is important as it is before the presence of two of the queens."
Hebe nodded and swallowed in nervousness.
"Do you know how you came to be?" Hera wondered, her tone changing from serious to motherly.
"Of course. You sought a way to conceive a child without Father Zeus' interference, but not for the child to end up weakened like the smith god. You traveled to the lands of Oceanus and Tethys, looking for that way. Father did not take kindly to that and forced you to bed. The violent struggle between you two birthed Ares, the god of war. You returned years later with Apollo to the garden where you ate lettuce and the sun god tried to force himself onto you, just as father did only for the protection of Zeus to stop him. To save Apollo from his mistake and my father's wrath, you laid with Zeus, and gave birth to me. Ever since, I have been made to serve wine and I have always maintained your chariot, always out of father's reach."
