For any who read this story, understand it is long, by nature, as it does contain information relevant to the narrative, while also brushing some up on some Greek mythology, some obscure, and some more well known. For the sake of the reader, it is assumed you know as little as possible so that the story can be as accessible as possible.
Chapter 1: Heracles' Ascension
Since the defeat of the Titans, Zeus had reigned on Mount Olympus. He stood as the proud, undisputed ruler of Olympus. Like Kronos and Oranus, he knew all to well of the Fates' and their declaration that one generation will usurp another. But since his ascension, Zeus was no fool. He had bound all of his child in oaths of magic. None could harm him or strike a blow at him.
And yet, the last night, his favored son, Heracles, had fallen prey to one of Zeus' many vices: Lust of women. Of course, Zeus could not fault him. After all, Heracles was conceived from one of Zeus' many trysts.
Contrary to the stories those mortals had told, Alcmene had been a very willing participant. How could she not? Given her flawless beauty, gracedto her by her grandfather, Perseus, the greatest hero mankind had known before Heracles, and the fact she stood heads over other women at near six feet tall,Zeus had no intention of mixing such perfect mortal progeny with his own seed.
Even more so in Zeus' favor, her husband, Amphitryon, had been a proper follower of Zeus. Amphitryon had even sacrificed to Zeus after his exile to Thebes for the crime of accidentally killing Electryon, both the son of Perseus and the father to Alcmene.
When the husband had found Zeus in his wife, he had been honored, aroused even. Watching the god with his superior nine inch cock penetrating his wife was more than enough for the cuckold. He watched and stroked his inferior four inch penis. He spilled pathetic load after load into the ground as Zeus unleashed his seed into Alcmene. The god even lifted her legs and put a pillow under her ass to show his gratitude.
Little did both of them know that Zeus had always intended to leave his most powerful son in her womb. That night, upon his leaving, Zeus blessed Amphyitryon with his own virility. After all, if Alcmene should conceive both of their sons, Hera would never be able to his strike his perfect demigod son.
Unfortunately, the plan had too well. After all, one of Zeus' favored images was the bull. He could not help fucking Alcmene. Her mortal pussy had been so tight.
He could hear her moans in his ear.
"Yes, my lord. Yes. Fuck me! Give me your prince! Give me a prince of Olympus!"
Zeus had looked back to her husband. "Will you raise a prince of Olympus, cuck?" he had asked in his fervor.
"Yes, my lord," Amphitryon had said.
His wife was on her side, juice leaking from her pussy, and the cuckold could not help but stroke his sad, mortal cock.
The King of the gods rubbed his superior cock against her swollen pussy. His seed slowly dripped out, as if her mortal form could not contain all he had to offer her. How many time had he fucked this nearly flawless mortal? Ten? Twelve? One for every Olympian.
He loved when the Fates gave such perfect symmatry.
Of course Zeus would cuckold him. He had to. For the mortals. His seed would protect them. Every thrust was for the good of all. When his seed shot into her, Zeus could almost see an inhuman glow about her. It was almost the curse of Minos all over again. Luckily, Amphitryon knew his place and Poseidan had not cursed his wife to love a bull.
Night after night, however, Zeus had broken his vows to Hera, and of course, she found out, but just to Zeus' plan, Alcmene birthed twins, and Hera had been unable to discover which child was his upon their birth.
They had both appeared strong. Though, Zeus believe he had known at the start. One child already showed signs of Zeus' virility. Leave it to Hera to test the children.
When the cuckold's child suckled at her bosom, he had suckled for a moment before rejecting the queen of the gods nutrition. However, when Zeus' proper progeny suckled, hera had froze and Heracles had gripped on, only for his godlike strength to be unveiled, even empowered by Hera's bosom.
From there, a lifetime's anymosity was born. Hera tried punishing his favored son, only to make him stronger and more famous. It was not until his final labor, which the Fates sealed Heracles'to be made a god, did Hera relent.
That very night, Zeus celebrated by rewarding himself with his wife's tight, always wet pussy. Zeus thanked Gaia everyday for her gift to their wedding. With every stroke, he loved that no other man had been between his wife's legs. When he left her, his seed was in her, but she had not allowed them to conceive another child since Heracles.
Zeus was sure that there was some cosmic justice to it, but in his room, he stared out and enjoyed the view of his half naked servants.
It was not until Hera in her flowing white gown, which hid nothing from anyone's eyes, but since no other god or man could touch her, what did Zeus care? All he cared for was that her thin pubic hair did not hide his wife's pussy from him, and that the thin covering of the top of the gown revealed her abundant chest. Her breasts were second to Aphrodite. Her large fertile nipples looked as though they could still give milk.
What Zeus would not give for another son from his wife.
With a wave of her hand, the half and fully naked women left Zeus' sight.
"Well, well, if my husband is not deep in thought."
Looking down, she could see his 'thoughts' were well in hand.
"My wife," Zeus said, stroking his prodigious cock. "Perhaps you could do something to put my thoughts at ease."
"When your favorite bastard, raise by who? The Cuckold of Olympus? Isn't that what your true children call your bastard's stepfather? When he is coming home to his father? I don't think so," she said with crossed arms.
With a wave of his hand, a breeze pulled Hera close to Zeus. When she was in reach of his right hand, Zeus pulled his wife onto his lap.
"Oh my queen," he groaned, feeling her wet lips moisten. "Is it your cruelty that turns you on or thinking of that inferior man?"
Hera hissed, even as she was giving into his touch. She knew better. Zeus had more power than any two gods on Olympus.
"We both know no man can so much arouse me, since your little 'gift'," she said throught clenched teeth.
Running his hands up the top of her gown, he pulled it down with force to see her full breasts sag and bounce for him. They still had their pristine appearance.
"My king," she hissed in pleasure and loathing. He loved when the moods mixed so well. "Say you want me, my king."
"I want you, Hera," Zeus admitted freely, with his freed left hand, he possitioned her onto his lap and forced his manhood into her. "And I will have you."
"Yes! Yes!" Hera seethed in pleasure. Her curly brown hair bounced as she grabbed her husband. "Look at me, Zeus."
