Everyone remembers me as the habitual cheater who cared little if it tormented Hera. She was the way she was because I was who I was. Had I been a better husband she wouldn't have had to do the things she did.
She was the first victim of the patriarchy. I would never allow women to rule over each other. I forbad it!
That was a lie. I tried encouraging Hera and her all female kingdom. But I knew it would never work.
"Oh great cock of Zeus! Oh how ALL we women crave that cock! The Cock of Cocks!" Hera would then bow down to my crotch area in mock worship.
'Enough, Hera!'
'You fear that we don't need you. And we don't! Look at this! She yelled and took out the first dildo. It was an exact copy of my cock.
See? Now I have the power!' She said and strapped it on herself.
'Let me go and find a young, virgin mortal girl. You there! Come to my chambers!'
She made me watch as she ate the girl out and then threw her onto her back, spread her legs, and penetrated her with my faux cock.
Her moves were like mine! I was impressed! And aroused!
Hera, I know you. You need that inside you as much as she needs it.
Lies! Manipulations! You make me fuck you! But say the word and I will be free!
Be free, Hera!
You think I can't make it without you?! That I need you!? You're wrong!
It wa the same cycle over and over. Her curse was to be bound to me. To want and need me. But at the same time to hate herself for that 'weakness'
" You would just let me go? So you can be all alone with my sister and all these mortal whores?! I wouldn't give you the satisfaction!
I would smack my forehead several times and look forward to the day when all this was over.
Do you love me? Did you ever?
Her eyes would get pleading. She was so powerful but at the same time so weak and vulnerable. She was never dependent on me before. We were one. But now, knowing she needed me, scared her. I controlled life and death over her.