The Untold Sequel to Heracles

From there, a lifetime's animosity 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 through 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 positioned 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."

Of course he did, lifting and dropping her up and down faster and faster, she moaned in pleasure.

"My King!" the voice of Hermes exclaimed from the hallway. "Heracles had begun climbing Olympus. Ares has challenged him to a wrestling match!"

"Go!" Hera screeched.

She was annoyed. Of course, but what did Zeus care? Her body was his to have and enjoy. And he was close, so close.

"Zeus!" she demanded. "Stop! I don't want this within mention of your bastard."

"Well that is a shame, my wife," Zeus declared, gripping her hips with both hands. His cock began to twitch within her. She stammered in rage at his quickness and pushed on him, but for all of her resistance, Zeus reveled.

Every thrust brought his sensation and pleasure. "You are mine, all mine, to have how I like, Hera," he mocked. He forcefully kissed her chest, cupping her full breasts in his possessive lust. He grabbed her hip with his other hand and looked her in the eyes with challenge and arrogance. When she recoiled, his seed exploded into his wife. And every ropey release brought him more and more fulfillment.

Moments were all that were needed after his orgasm for him to discard his wife onto the floor of his chambers.

He did not even clean his cock of her juices. He allowed them to linger on his softening member. He gave his wife a smile.

"Celebrate, my wife. Your next child might be the heir of Olympus."

Hera glared at her husband with loathing and hatred. "My next child will be the heir of Olympus, but he will not be yours."

Zeus let out a laugh. "What? Will you make another broken thing, like Hephaestus? Only my seed will sit on Olympus. If you continue to act out, Hera, your children might suffer under the rule of an unspoiled specimen, like Heracles."

He laughed as Hera stewed in her anger.

As he walked away, he could not help but notice the Fates' were in their part of Olympus from afar. He would need to see them before he went to greet his favorite son.

Hera growled. She could not push her husband's seed out of her, but her womb would not quicken again for him. She was the goddess of marriage, fidelity, and fertility, so she sure as Tartarus could stop his seed from planting within her.

"I will find a way to take this all from him," she swore. "I will bear another man's son."

Ares. Amphitryon. She did not care. So long as Zeus lost, Hera would win. She stumbled out of the floor and slowly walked from the room. She could not think of Mother Gaia and her gift.

Perhaps she will have an idea about circumventing her little trick.

Heracles stood as just above six feet tall, which was a few inches taller than his mother, and a head taller than the other Grecian men, but before him stood Ares, the god of war. He was easily Heracles' superior. Sweat slicked his body. Behind Ares, Aphrodite stood in enraptured desire.

Heracles had always suspected her relationship with his half-brother was what the mortals believed. Her desire for Ares all the evidence he needed for it to be confirmed.

Heracles did not care though. He had no interest in Aphrodite, or the games of his half brother.

When Ares charged again, like the Bull of Minos, he brought all his power to bear. What was strange to Heracles was that Ares was not as fast or as strong as he worried. Somehow the god of war was no quicker than Heracles. But Heracles had fought many faster and stronger opponents in his time as a demigod, so when the brother charged, heracles flipped him over his shoulder and pinned Ares to the ground.

Fight though he might, Heracles' might proved to be more than a match for the lauded god of war. Athena, in the background, counted it a pin, declaring Heracles the winner.

Aphrodite, much to Heracles' confusion, launched herself at Heracles, saying, "Oh you are strong. Only Zeus has ever beaten Ares so easily."

Ares bellowed out laughter and struck Heracles on the back. "You might think she is trying to shine you up, brother, but she is right. I think only Father Zeus is as strong as you. Time as a demigod did wonders for you."

Heracles stiffened. He knew, from his previous interactions, how his siblings on Olympus viewed humanity. To him, they were living beings who mattered as much as any god. Still, he knew it was better to say nothing.

"I wonder what else he does better than you, Ares," Aphrodite chimed. Her hand grazed over Heracles' legs and found his semi-hardened cock. "Oh! He is impressive, but you might have our new god beat, lover."

"Do not be so sure," Ares said with gusto and some trepidation. "It is not the size of the club but how one swings it in battle that matters."

Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "Always with the war metaphors. It is boring."

Ares, in his strong arms, pulled his lover close to him. "Maybe, but you love it, my sweet. How else does the prize of your pussy get pleased so much."

At his obvious discomfort, Ares held out a hand. "Perhaps you would like to join us later, brother?"

Heracles nervously laughed. When Ares looked disappointed in that, Heracles was quick to recover. As he knew from generals in Greece, challenges must be met with strength.

"I would not want to best you in another contest brother."

"Perhaps," Ares countered. "But I am not so weak a man as your mortal father. On Olympus, cuckolds are lower than even humans. And human cuckolds are lower than the dirt."

He flashed a glance to Aphrodite's husband, Hephaestus. Though muscled, he was still the deformed and mangled forge god. His deformity had gone all the way to his cock. Even by the standards of mortals, it was a paltry three inches hard.

"Will he watch tonight?" Ares whispered.

"Yes," Aphrodite, in her loose toga and flowing blonde hair, whispered back. "But I will pretend you are Heracles tonight."

The grin was an acceptance of his lover's challenge.

Heracles found, in his newfound godhood, that he could hear the words. Maybe even a day ago, he might have been honored, but after his mortal wife had poisoned him with the skin of a centaur, Heracles found he did not have the appetite for sexual conquest like he used to.

He turned his attention to Athena, the tall, armored goddess of wisdom and war. "Hello, sister."

She beckoned him to walk into Olympus. The land of the gods was a city unto itself. It was filled with waterfalls and temples in place of castles where all the gods could live. Even as he stared, he noted that Zeus and Hera had temples highest in all of Olympus. Beneath them were eleven other temples of the other Olympians.

"I am glad to finally meet you in the flesh, Heracles. I see a bright future on Olympus."

"I did not know you had the gift of foresight, sister."

"Apollo, myself, and Prometheus all have the limited gift to see into the future. It is not nearly as powerful as the Fates, but when we get a glimpse, unless someone takes true steps to avoid it, it comes to pass."

"And what does your vision say of me?"

Athena looked down to her brother and tilted her head. "I see you doing great things, even as a god. I see you helping the mortals you champion. I see that should a war between the titans and gods break out, it will be you who makes all the difference, but I also see...children in your future."

When he heard of the children, Heracles smiled. "I have children among the mortals."

"I see you with children here, ones born of godhood, and one that will rise higher than all by your truest of wives. Perhaps even they will sit on the throne of Olympus one day."

"Truest?" Heracles wondered.

"Come now, Heracles. You know as well as I that mortal conventions do not apply to the gods. Some divinities take on many spouses and have many children. As you saw with Ares, to bed another god's wife is not out of the bounds of possibilities. After all, only through our power do we stay seated as gods. Even incestuous relationships happen here on Olympus. After all, we are all related in some form or another."

"Is nothing forbidden?" he asked, shocked by the things he was being told.

"Nothing. Only by oaths sworn to Zeus do we not strike or move against him or any of his plans."

"Is that why Hera never harmed me directly?" Heracles wondered. "I know from my time among the mortals that she hated me but she never used her magic directly against me."

"As you suckled at her breast as a child, Heracles, you are immune to the Queen of the gods. Not even her trueborn children tasted the milk of Hera."

Heracles laughed. "I suppose I must thank her, then."

"Did she not cause you great pain while you were a demigod?" Athen asked, perplexed.

"She did, but my children are in the Elysian Fields, and I found forgiveness in life. Only in death and by my own lust did I die, and so I wish to make amends with the queen of the gods."

"You are a strange one, Heracles," Athena commented. She motioned to his temple for him to stay.

"Ares plans to have sex with Aphrodite while Hephaestus watches, and I am the strange one, sister?"

"On Olympus, Ares is commonplace. You, however, are not. There might be novelty to you here on Olympus."

Heracles laughed and embraced Athena in a hug. "I think I will like it here," he said.

Athena, not used to familial affection, pulled away and stared at her once-mortal brother. He walked into his temple and she tilted her head. "You are a strange one, Heracles."