Happy Mother's Day 🌹

Please let me know if you prefer the glossary in a list before the story or like I have done it here, using reference links within the story 😚

I wrote this story in February 2020. This is the second flash fic for February. The first was part two of "Dionysos and the Tyrrhenian Pirates". If you missed it, you can read the whole story here.

Hera / Maia (Hermes' mum), Hermes doesn't get his wiles from Zeus...

Feminine Wiles

Hera watched the other woman hidden in the mist of a cloud. The Pleiad¹ bathed in a clear mountain lake, her new baby in a simple winnowing basket for a cradle. The baby's father was none other than her own husband Zeus. He had brought it to Olympos and shown it to everyone. Hera felt the embarrassment and shame still hot on her cheeks. Did Zeus think this country nymph more beautiful than her? More graceful? More lovely? She had taken a small comfort in the fact that Maia was indeed a beauty and her looks were reminiscent of her own, in an inferior way. She had rich, dark hair, a pair of motherly bosoms full with milk, and she carried herself with a certain grace. There was nothing regal about her, in fact, Hera had heard from her nurse-sisters² that she was rather shy. That was the only thing Hera truly appreciated about her. When Zeus had paraded his bastard son around, Maia had not joined him on Olympos and even now she kept away in her mountain cave. Unlike a certain blond hussy³ she did not have the audacity to stand by the side of Zeus!

Hera felt she had seen enough. She descended on her cloud, ready to snatch the bastard child and feed it to one of the terrible beasts that roamed the countryside. How foolish of the Pleiad to leave her baby unattended like this. She picked up the basket, smirking at the bundle within. The baby boy opened his eyes and even though he should be terrified, he laughed and smiled at Hera and reached his tiny little hands out at her. How naive, Hera thought, but his misplaced trust in her moved her more than she cared to admit. She rocked him gently, despite herself. He was indeed a very sweet child with his big eyes and tiny fingers. Hera caught herself smiling back at him and forced her face into a frown. But as her heart melted, so did the mist surrounding her.

"Greetings, Queen of the Heavens, Mother of Storms and Ruler of the Stars! What a great honour is your visit."

Hera spun around to see Maia approach her, still naked, water running down her womanly form.

"You slept with my husband." Hera said bluntly. "And don't try to tell me you didn't know he was married. We invited everybody to the wedding. Every single immortal soul."

"I knew he was married to you," Maia conceded. "He came to me in the dead of night and made love to me in my mountain cave while, he assured me, you were fast asleep. But I will never be more than a concubine, nor do I wish to be. I have my sweet son and I don't care for the riches or the glory of Olympos. I could never rival you, my queen. I will never claim your fame. But if you are aiming to get back at Zeus, I know of a way..."

"How would I get back at him?"

Maia gave her a smile more wicked than Hera would ever have expected from the lonesome nymph.

"Claim me and join me in love yourself. You are the expert, of course, but a female lover is not adultery, is it? And still you will have shared the bed with someone other than your husband. Male pride is such a delicate thing. It won't take much to break."

Hera smiled darkly. Maia may not realise it, but this was genius.

"I like the way you think, daughter of Pleione. Let's go to your cave and you'll lick my queenly cunt all night long."

Maia lowered her head.

"As you command, my queen. But wouldn't it be more appropriate for the goddess who rules over gods and men to take the dominant role? To mount me like a man? To put me in my place?"

Hera felt heat pool in her lap. The nymph made it sound intriguing and exciting.

"And how would I do that? You will find me underequipped for the task."

Maia grasped her hands.

"You don't need a man's tool, my queen. These beautiful hands will do just fine."

Hera pondered the suggestion. Yes, she could penetrate the nymph with her hands or fist. It would be the same display of dominance as if a man penetrated his partner. She would assure her dominance over her husband's concubine and at the same time take his former lover herself.

As they arrived in the cave, Maia sat down the basket with her baby and spread out naked on the mattress. She had not bothered to get dressed.

"Take me, my queen."

Hera climbed on the bed with her.

"Gladly."

She spread the Pleiad's thighs and looked at the cunt now exposed to her sight. She wasn't properly depilated but Hera didn't blame her. The baby was only a few weeks old at best and Hera doubted Zeus or any other lover had visited her since she gave birth. Bitter memories resurfaced of the cruel words gods and men spoke carelessly about their wives being wide and loose after having a child⁴. Maybe that was the reason Zeus had sought the bed of a virgin. Of this at least Hera was certain: Zeus wouldn't leave her, not for a minor goddess like Maia.

Her cunt's lips were dark and opened, as if to welcome her. Hera stroked them out of curiosity, watching them grow thick and engorged. Was that nymph horny for her? She looked up into an enigmatic face that revealed nothing but submission to her queen. Hera got up on her knees and placed her palm over lips and slit.

"I will say one thing," she said, "I can see what attracted Zeus to you."

"You are gracious, my queen."

Hera smirked.

"No, I'm not. I won't grant you any mercy now."

Her fingers travelled down the vulva that stood in full bloom until they reached her wet, wide hole. Hera rested them lightly on the rim, then stretched the opening. The nymph bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Hmmmmm..."

"Receive me, daughter of Pleione," Hera said, pushing her hand inside, all fingers at once. There was a yelp from the Pleiad, delighting the Queen of the Gods. She was dominating her like a male god would. The warm grip of the flesh surrounding her made her as hot as any phallus. She leaned over Maia's soft belly and caught her lips, forcing a kiss on her. The nymph groaned when Hera pushed deeper with both hand and tongue. Like gods and men, the queen pulled back, only to ram into her again. The squelch of penetration did something to her. No wonder male gods preferred this role, it gave her shivers just to look at the goddess beneath her, receiving her, submitting to her. Hera felt herself get soaking wet but this was about power, not sexual pleasure. Her tongue plunged into the other goddess' mouth again, conquering her. Maia struggled against her power, fighting for air, but Hera asserted her dominance. She pounded into her as mercilessly as she had proclaimed but it soon got tiring on her hands. She gave a wicked grin as she pulled out and made a fist.

"Let's see if you can take something mightier than a cock!" she taunted, pushing her whole fist into the burning hearth. Maia didn't bat an eye but it must have been painful because she groaned when the queen stretched her wider than the head of any cock. It was nothing compared to the head of her babe, though. Hera pulled her lower lip with her teeth, crashing their lips together once again. The goddess made noises that were either of highest pleasure or deepest agony. She whimpered and groaned as Hera thrust her fist into her without relief. Hera had never felt more ecstatic. The body of the goddess quivered beneath her and she felt the essence of her own cunt leak down her white thighs when suddenly the walls around her fist started to quiver as well. Maia was quiet calm and quiet but there was no mistake: claiming her had given her a climax. Hera pulled out in a huff. She had not intended for their game to last that long, but the Pleiad's fervid response of total submission had led her to get carried away. She snorted, wiping her hand on the blanket.

"Don't you ever forget who spared your child today. Your arse is mine."

"I will not, my queen."

Hera tidied her dress and without looking back, she left the cave.

After the wrathful queen had vanished, Maia climbed off her simple bed where she had shared many a night with Zeus and picked up her son, cradling him in her arms. She offered him her still erect nipple and he began to drink greedily.

"This, my sweet, is how you do it."

FIN

My heart is melting with gratitude to all of you who keep supporting me, especially my demigods, nymphs, and satyrs Bryce, Ellis, Jane, Linda, Malpertuis, Max, Maxime, Mikayla, Sarah, Vendice, and Wirebiter. May Maia of the Pleiades always shine a light even in the darkest of nights.

Notes

1. The Pleiades are the seven daughters of the titan Atlas and the Okeanid nymph Pleione. You can see them in the night sky as a cluster of stars. 🔙
2. Hera was raised by Okeanos and Tethys, making the Okeanids her nurse-sisters. Maia's mum Pleione is one of the Okeanids. 🔙
3. Leto, the mother of Artemis and Apollon: "But Leto alone stays by the side of Zeus who delights in thunder", Homeric Hymn 3 to Delian Apollon. 🔙
4. I'm not certain if any such vile judgement from ancient Greek men came down to us but scathing Roman poet Marcus Valerius Martialis (known in English as Martial) described one as "loose [...] as the foul gullet of a pelican" (Epigrams 11.21.1, 10: tam laxa [...] quam turpe guttur onocrotali) 🔙

I got the book "The Maculate Muse: Obscene Language in Attic Comedy" by Jeffrey Hendersen from the library recently and learned that the ancient Greeks liked to use similes to do with heat and baking for sex, like a phallus "burning in the oven" and in Roman slang the words "hearth" and "oven" were euphemisms for the vagina. That is why I used the same simile, tell me if it is too weird 😂