Fiction: Zeus & Hera – A Match Made in Heaven

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Zeus and Hera ‒ A Match Made in Heaven

Hera liked the attention but she would never give in to the advances of Zeus. His countless liaisons did not bode well. He was as unstable as a storm cloud and she had no intention of becoming his latest conquest. In the end, he always left.

"Oh, proud Hera, melt your frozen heart and give but this one pleasure." he'd whine. Hera refused him every time. He didn't make it very hard, handsome though he was.

"A simple pleasure for you," she'd say, "But an immortal life of shame for me."

He'd bring her gifts, like suitors do, and Hera proudly rejected them all.

"You think this trumpery is worth my maidenhood?" she scoffed, "Think again, boy."

One day, when her foster parents were away, he came to her house at the ends of the earth. He must think it was only for them Hera cared about her reputation. He was so angry when she still rejected him that not soon after she had slammed the door in his face she heard thunder and lightning approach. Hera shook her head and went inside, prepared to do some spinning. What a fucking temper! Maybe this had impressed his other hussies but she would not be swayed by a little rain and thunder.

She was working on a golden thread when she heard a call of distress outside. Was it the cry of an animal? Or did a god need help?

Hera stood up and rushed to the window. A cuckoo bird sat there, its plumage all wet from the heavy rain her worthless suitor had sent. Hera's heart filled with pity for the poor creature and she went outside to save the little bird.

"Come here," she cooed, cuddling the shivering creature to her bosom, "You'll be safe and warm with me, you poor little thing."

She let the cuckoo snuggle to her breast and went back inside. But when she sat back down to continue with her spinning, the cuckoo suddenly grew and changed. With a shriek, Hera threw the monstrous creature away from her, only to see that it turned into Zeus, standing in front of her in the nude. She gaped. The young god took advantage of her shocked state and caught her in his arms.

"Surprise!"

Hera pushed him away with all her might.

"What a dirty trick." she spat, anger burning hot on her cheeks.

"I thought you'd be pleased." Zeus shook his head. "This way, nobody knows I'm here. Okeanos and Thetys will never find out. Now you can finally let me talk to you."

"You don't want to talk to me," Hera sneered. "You want to fuck me and then you'll leave without a care in the world while I'm rearing your son in shame."

"Please, Hera, I will never leave you. I love you!" He pulled her close again and Hera let it happen. She couldn't deny he was attractive. Power had always attracted her and his masculine scent and the warmth of his virile body stirred something in her. But it didn't change anything.

"You love me today and tomorrow you'll love someone else." She untangled from his embrace. "Words are spoken easily behind closed doors. A promise made in secret is worthless."

"So what? Am I to promise you in front of all the immortal gods that I will never leave you?"

Hera gave him a smirk.

"I'm listening."

Zeus followed her and caught her again. A hand slid along her womanly form.

"You are so beautiful..."

"I know."

Hera let him touch her. His caress was pleasant and she could imagine why all the other goddesses had given in to him so easily. The storm-grey eyes in this handsome face that just barely grew the first beard, dark and soft. She imagined what it would feel like to be kissed by him. But not yet. Maybe never. Zeus' hands explored her body, her shapely hips, her strong thighs, her voluptuous bosoms. When he slid a hand into her peplos, she suppressed a sigh.

"Come on, Hera," Zeus purred into her ear, "You want it too. I can feel it."

"You have no idea what I want."

Hera let her own hand feel down Zeus' masculine shape. She was a virgin but she wasn't naive. Her bum pushed against the young god's loins and found him hard. Her hands grabbed his buttocks with fervour. She felt his hot mouth on her neck and in this moment, she would have gladly given herself to him. But that wasn't the plan. No. He massaged her breast while his other arm held her close.

"I want to be your last conquest," she whispered.

"You are my greatest conquest," he whispered back.

"You have not conquered me yet." Hera removed his arm and turned around. "I may be persuaded but I have a few conditions."

Zeus laughter rumbled in his broad chest.

"Conditions? You want me so badly I could swear there are clouds gathering between your thighs."

Hera grimaced. It took all her self-control not to punch him. But then she put on a smile.

"You are right," she said, "You are indeed hard to resist."

She drew back her veil, uncovering hair as dark as the night sky. She watched him as she opened the brooches that held up the top of her peplos1, exposing her exquisite breasts. They were full for a virgin's, or so Tethys always said. But they had the desired effect. Zeus stared at her, his gaze fixed to the dark, hardened teats.

"There's a couch upstairs," she whispered with feigned innocence, "If you are so inclined..."

"Yes, oh yes!"

Zeus picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. He set her down and promptly was upon her with passionate kisses, his cock leaking against her white thighs. His hands were very persuasive, how he caressed her naked skin, how his hungry kisses longed for her. She was indeed wet as a rain cloud and it took all her strength not to give in and let him pleasure her. But she wouldn't be blinded by desire.

"My conditions," she said firmly. "Promise me."

"Whatever you want, sweet Hera," he breathed in between kisses. The air between them was thick with heat and moisture.

"If I join in love with you," she said, "I want you to make me your official consort."

"Hm."

Hera frowned. He wasn't really listening to her. She needed him to remember his promise. His erection pressed against her naked thighs. She had seen phalloi before. But never felt one. She plucked up all her courage and closed her fist around his length, prompting a soft gasp from him. She marvelled at the softness of his prepuce and the thick veins that ran along his shaft. He felt warm and the beat of his heart pulsed in her hand. Tentatively, she moved her hand. Zeus sucked in a breath of air.

"Oh, yes! You are a naughty girl, Hera."

Hera rubbed and tugged, watching closely.

"Come now, sweetness, you will make me spend before we even begin."

Hera let go of his cock.

"I may have changed my mind about that." she said loftily. "I told you I have a few conditions."

Zeus gave her a cold stare.

"You think you can get me to agree in this way?"

Hera propped herself up, her breasts swinging.

"You can agree or not but if you don't, you can take care of that thing yourself."

"Why do you have to be such a bitch?!" Zeus was evidently furious. "Why do you exploit my feelings for you?"

"I'm not a bitch!" She enclosed him again, rubbing gently. "All I want," she added sweetly, "Is for you to promise before all the gods that hold Olympos that I am yours and you are mine, forever."

Zeus looked at her glumly.

"You are asking a lot."

"I know." She slipped underneath him and gave his crown a curious lick. "But don't you think I'm worth it?"

"Y-yes." Zeus croaked with a hoarse voice.

"I will be not only your bride, but I will live with you as your wife. I will have power over your household and the Olympian gods will treat me with the same reverence and honour as you."

She took his crown into her mouth sucking gently.

"Ah, by Ouranos!" Zeus bucked his hips and his length pushed into her mouth. She almost retched. But she was too dignified for that. She spit him out.

"I didn't hear a yes."

"Fine! Just keep going!"

Hera engulfed him again, tasting the salty proof of his lust for her. She imitated his thrusts from before, making him squirm.

"You will listen to my counsels and tell me your secrets, not to any other gods."

"Yes, by Styx and Tartaros, yes! Can we get on with this?"

Hera smiled.

"Swear it."

"I swear." Zeus answered her. "Now let us go to bed, sweetness, and make love."

"Swear by the grand sky, and earth, and the Stygian water below us."

"Let Gaia be my witness in this and wide Ouranos above us: I swear by the dripping waters of Styx. Never before has anyone, neither goddess nor woman, melted my heart and broken it to submission as you do."

Hera was pleased. She leaned back into the cushions and displayed all her charms to him in their full glory.

"Go on and ravish me, king of gods and men."

Lust blazed in her lover's eyes as he spread her thighs and sank into the sweet treasure she'd been guarding all this time. Hera gasped. It hurt. But nothing she wouldn't endure for being the queen of all the gods. She pulled his head down for a passionate kiss and straddled his hips as he thrust into her with such passion as if he hadn't made love for centuries. Hera sighed as the fervid rutting got more pleasurable. Maybe she had misjudged this. Maybe his love would be a blessing after all. She moaned to the heavens. Zeus spilt into her long before she was ready. But there would be other times. After all, they'd spend eternity together. And if she could help it, he'd never want anyone else again.

FIN

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Notes

A peplos is a body-length garment, typical attire for women in ancient Greece. It typically looks like this.

The anniversary of the marriage (gamos) of Zeus and Hera was celebrated by the ancient Greeks on 27th Gamelion, giving the month its name. Not much is known about this festival except that it was celebrated with great feasting. Gamelion was regarded as the ideal time to marry, perhaps because of the imminent arrival of spring.
Source: hellenion.org