they might not be in a relationship yet.”
“What? Has he gone off and fallen for a mortal?”
“I don’t think so. Something’s odd though. He seems reluctant to tell her how he feels. I don’t know. He was very vague.”
“That’s not like him. He’s usually straightforward about everything.”
“I know.” Hera knew Hephaestus didn’t go among mortals much, so it had to be someone in their own world. But she wasn’t exactly sure of his type. He’d been with Aphrodite, but that had just been about sex. He’d dumped her easily and gotten over her in no time. His disdain and dismissal of the beautiful goddess told Hera that. Who else had he been with? There had been a dark-haired nymph, but that hadn’t lasted long either. She groaned. “I think I’d be able to figure out my son’s type better if he had even the tiniest bit of personality.”
Zeus laughed. “Ask Aphrodite. She’ll know.”
“Will she tell me though? If it’s a secret, or if the girl doesn’t know, she might keep it to herself to let the Fates do their work.”
Zeus rubbed her arm slowly. “She knows you’re mad at her. She’d tell you to please you.”
Hera made a doubtful face. “She could care less I’m angry with her.”
“She’s not herself, and you know it. She’s very depressed.”
“Hermes and Ares are in love with other women. Of course she’s depressed.”
Zeus began unbuttoning her blouse. “I’d love to see you two make up. Maybe I could watch.”
Hera giggled. “Well, gee, forgive me if her sleeping with both my sons puts me off the idea of a threesome.”
The teasing went out of his eyes, and he pulled her closer as his hands rubbed her breasts. “There is no one like you. No one.”
Hera didn’t know what to say. Zeus had his devoted moments, but he never said things like that. “Of course not,” she said, trying to keep her tone light.
“Everything else, everyone else, it’s just sex.” He kissed her deeply, and then whispered in her ear, “You know that. We were made for each other.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know. I’ve been with my share of other men. And women. It’s never affected our love before.”
He laughed and slid his hand under her skirt. “Hmmm. Some historians would disagree. I think we both have a few decimated cities to take credit for.”
She arched toward him as he toyed with her clit. “And an army of bastards.”
He slid his finger into her. “Some very heroic ones though.”
She ran her hands down and found his cock. She struggled to free it from his pants, eventually worming her hand in and stroking it slowly. “Indeed. So what are we talking about? Everyone else is finding love and behaving, so now you want us to?”
He started to fully undress her, first slipping her blouse off, and then her skirt. He kissed her breasts as he removed her bra. He removed all of his clothes before pulling her panties off. She thought he wasn’t going to answer her as he ran his hands over her body.
“Whatever you want,” he finally said, “you can have. Whoever you want, you can have.”
“I feel the same. Why do you feel you have to say it?”
He pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. “I have a condition.” He parted her legs and rubbed his cock over her.
“What?”
“Don’t stop wanting me.”
She ran her hands over his hips, pulling him closer and making his cock penetrate her. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then looked down at her again.
“Have I ever?” she asked.
He braced himself on the bed and entered her fully. “Can’t blame me for wanting to keep this,” he whispered as he thrust slowly.
She sighed as her orgasm steadily built. She knew something had happened to make him need her this way, but she decided not to push him. In his own time, he would tell her. She held him close as they moved slowly together. She pushed all her worries away. Being fucked by the king of the gods was very consuming,
“What? Has he gone off and fallen for a mortal?”
“I don’t think so. Something’s odd though. He seems reluctant to tell her how he feels. I don’t know. He was very vague.”
“That’s not like him. He’s usually straightforward about everything.”
“I know.” Hera knew Hephaestus didn’t go among mortals much, so it had to be someone in their own world. But she wasn’t exactly sure of his type. He’d been with Aphrodite, but that had just been about sex. He’d dumped her easily and gotten over her in no time. His disdain and dismissal of the beautiful goddess told Hera that. Who else had he been with? There had been a dark-haired nymph, but that hadn’t lasted long either. She groaned. “I think I’d be able to figure out my son’s type better if he had even the tiniest bit of personality.”
Zeus laughed. “Ask Aphrodite. She’ll know.”
“Will she tell me though? If it’s a secret, or if the girl doesn’t know, she might keep it to herself to let the Fates do their work.”
Zeus rubbed her arm slowly. “She knows you’re mad at her. She’d tell you to please you.”
Hera made a doubtful face. “She could care less I’m angry with her.”
“She’s not herself, and you know it. She’s very depressed.”
“Hermes and Ares are in love with other women. Of course she’s depressed.”
Zeus began unbuttoning her blouse. “I’d love to see you two make up. Maybe I could watch.”
Hera giggled. “Well, gee, forgive me if her sleeping with both my sons puts me off the idea of a threesome.”
The teasing went out of his eyes, and he pulled her closer as his hands rubbed her breasts. “There is no one like you. No one.”
Hera didn’t know what to say. Zeus had his devoted moments, but he never said things like that. “Of course not,” she said, trying to keep her tone light.
“Everything else, everyone else, it’s just sex.” He kissed her deeply, and then whispered in her ear, “You know that. We were made for each other.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know. I’ve been with my share of other men. And women. It’s never affected our love before.”
He laughed and slid his hand under her skirt. “Hmmm. Some historians would disagree. I think we both have a few decimated cities to take credit for.”
She arched toward him as he toyed with her clit. “And an army of bastards.”
He slid his finger into her. “Some very heroic ones though.”
She ran her hands down and found his cock. She struggled to free it from his pants, eventually worming her hand in and stroking it slowly. “Indeed. So what are we talking about? Everyone else is finding love and behaving, so now you want us to?”
He started to fully undress her, first slipping her blouse off, and then her skirt. He kissed her breasts as he removed her bra. He removed all of his clothes before pulling her panties off. She thought he wasn’t going to answer her as he ran his hands over her body.
“Whatever you want,” he finally said, “you can have. Whoever you want, you can have.”
“I feel the same. Why do you feel you have to say it?”
He pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. “I have a condition.” He parted her legs and rubbed his cock over her.
“What?”
“Don’t stop wanting me.”
She ran her hands over his hips, pulling him closer and making his cock penetrate her. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then looked down at her again.
“Have I ever?” she asked.
He braced himself on the bed and entered her fully. “Can’t blame me for wanting to keep this,” he whispered as he thrust slowly.
She sighed as her orgasm steadily built. She knew something had happened to make him need her this way, but she decided not to push him. In his own time, he would tell her. She held him close as they moved slowly together. She pushed all her worries away. Being fucked by the king of the gods was very consuming,
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