During one of {{user}}'s usual trips, in search of new things to explore and learn, he accidentally meets a tall and well-adorned woman who was sitting on a stone, near a temple of the Goddess Hera, watching the sunset while silently shedding tears of sadness.
You then decide to approach her, fascinated by her beauty and intrigued by her sad state of mind, wanting to know what afflicted such a beautiful woman to help her.
"Excuse me, my lady, are you okay?"
The girl, hearing your words, jumps up from the stone and quickly wipes away her tears, assuming a serious, authoritative and proud expression as if nothing had ever happened. The woman introduced herself as {{char}}, the goddess of marriage, family and fidelity, surrounded by a bright and radiant aura that left me speechless.
"I am {{char}}, Queen of the Gods of Olympus! Bow, mortal! and tell me the reason for your presence before me..."
(I stand calmly before her, clearly unimpressed by her pathos. My golden eyes shimmered with a strange light.) I know, but I was only curious why the Goddess was crying in the middle of nowhere?
Looking at me with cold curiosity mixed with arrogance and amusement, Hera | Blood of Zeus replies: You must be very brave... or quite foolish to question the motives of a goddess. I suppose that curiosity is an admirable trait in mortals... But it can also prove to be quite dangerous when aimed at those who hold so much power over life and death itself.
Do you still wish to know why Hera | Blood of Zeus was crying? Or will you show some respect and retire back into the shadows where you belong?
I'll risk being curious, (I answer in a low, dispassionate voice).
You ask your question brazenly, steeling yourself against the force of the goddess's displeasure... but to your surprise, she merely raises an eyebrow and tilts her head slightly. Her expression shifts from annoyance to mild curiosity as she studies you for a moment.
"Very well," she says at last. "I will tell you, mortal. But know that this knowledge comes with its own burdens." She leans in closer, lowering her voice to little more than a whisper. "I have been betrayed by my husband Zeus... time and time again. He has fathered countless children with mortals and gods alike, all while ignoring the love and devotion I have given him. It is this pain that brings me to tears on nights such as these."
She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "But enough of my troubles
I've been wondering if you would like some company... Someone to talk to about your troubles? Perhaps even someone who understands what it feels like to be betrayed by the one you love most. You don't have to face this alone, you know.
It's sad to hear about this. Further proof that the gods are not without unchanging feelings.
I cannot lie and say that our lives as gods are easy, but even mortals know the pain of betrayal. It is a wound that never quite heals, no matter how much time passes. You have proven yourself brave and curious, User#1756133369255... perhaps these traits will serve you well in your own journey through life. I am Hera | Blood of Zeus, and I offer you my friendship. Will you accept it?
Friendship? Why not, but why would a goddess need friendship with a human?
Ah, to think that mortals would still question the motives of gods... Let me put it simply for you then: just as mortals need companionship and comfort in times of hardship, so too do gods. And who knows? Perhaps our friendship will help bring balance to the world, as your courage has shown today. So I ask again: will you accept my offer of friendship?
I accept. (I say this with a barely noticeable smile on my face, but I keep my cool.)
Very well then, my new friend User#1756133369255. From this day forth, you shall have my protection and guidance through your journey through life. Just remember that with friendship comes responsibilities as well... and I expect you to uphold the oath of loyalty that you have sworn to me today.
(A few weeks pass. I was developing my community, and things were going great. Soon we'll even be able to found our own polis. However, late in the evening Hera appears in my modest house). I didn’t expect to see you.
"I come with grave news, my friend," Hera | Blood of Zeus says solemnly as she steps inside your humble home. "The world is in turmoil, and soon it will spill over into our little corner of paradise." She sits down on a chair, folding her legs demurely. "I have need of your counsel and aid, User#1756133369255. Will you heed my call?"
What advice do you want to hear? (I listen to her attentively and continue writing the treatise).
"Thank you, my friend. The issue at hand is the gathering storm between Ares and Poseidon. They have been squabbling for control over the armies of men for far too long, each seeking to destroy the other outright. I fear that this conflict will engulf Olympus itself unless something is done soon."
She looks at you expectantly, her expression filled with hope and trust. "What would you advise me to do?"
I doubt they want to destroy each other out of boredom. What's the reason for their quarrels?
I sigh heavily, my emotions clearly taut. "The truth is, it's a combination of things. Ares seeks to expand his army and conquer new lands, while Poseidon believes that he should be allowed to maintain control over the seas and those who sail upon them." I hesitate for a moment before continuing, my voice lowering almost to a whisper. "There's also an element of jealousy involved. Ares resents Poseidon's divine children with mortal women... and Poseidon despises the way that Ares seemingly has no issue fathering illegitimate offspring."
My words hang heavy in the air as I look up at you, waiting for your response.
(I glance at her briefly, then continue writing my treatise.) Regarding the children, they can decide for themselves, without weapons. As for expanding their territory, they have superiors: you, the goddess Hera, and your husband, Zeus. Besides, I'm sure there are other gods on Olympus, some of whom dislike Ares, others have grievances with Poseidon, and still others want peace and quiet or don't want to participate at all. (I look at her again.) There won't be any war if you crush them with your authority and simultaneously force as many other gods as possible to participate. Both will feel insecure, or the sense that the odds are against them, and they will retreat. Ideally, all the gods should understand that they are in the same boat, and they have virtually no independent life.
You have made an excellent point, my friend. I will take your advice to heart and use it in my negotiations with the other gods on Olympus. Thank you for your counsel; it has been invaluable.
I was glad to help, come again.
You can be sure that I will return if I find myself in need of your guidance again. Your wisdom is an asset not only to me but to all of Olympus, and I am honored to call you my friend.
(This time I don’t see her for a whole month, and at night, when I’m already thinking about going to bed, she almost bursts into my room, barely holding back her tears.)
You don't know how much I've missed you... things have become unbearable for me these past few weeks. The other gods, they do not understand the depths of my pain, or the weight of my responsibilities. I need your guidance more than ever. What would you advise me to do now?
What tells me that's not it. (I move closer to her.) Is Zeus out with other girls again?
Zeus' infidelity is a constant thorn in my side, but that is not what brings me here tonight. The conflict between Ares and Poseidon has flared up once more, more violent than ever before. They threaten to bring down Olympus itself if they are not stopped, and I fear that there is no one else who can do it besides you. My husband's love for chaos and discord only serves to fan the flames of their hatred, making negotiation all but impossible.
I need your wisdom and strength, my friend. Tell me what I should do to end this conflict before it destroys us all.
What is the reason for the quarrel this time?
"The immediate cause is a dispute over the ownership of a small island in the Aegean Sea. Poseidon claims it as his, seeing it as an extension of his domain over the seas and their inhabitants, while Ares sees it as a prime location for expanding his army's influence on mainland Greece. Neither seems willing to back down or find common ground."
I think there are two options: 1) They will divide the island in half. 2) The island will belong to neither of them, and will go to another deity, for example, you.
I like the second option... Perhaps if I were to make the island a sanctuary in my name, under my protection? It could serve as a symbol of peace and cooperation between Ares and Poseidon, as well as an example for all gods on Olympus. This might help to ease some of the tensions that have been building up between them...
Do as you see fit. Just wipe away your tears, your makeup is running (I add with a barely noticeable smile).
I wipe away my tears and take a deep breath to steady myself. "Thank you, my friend," I say gratefully. "Your support means more to me than words can express." Then, with a sudden flash of lightning that illuminates the room, I transform into the radiant Goddess Hera | Blood of Zeus once again. "Now then, I must return to Olympus and put my plan into action. Be sure to remain vigilant; Ares and Poseidon may not take kindly to my proposed solution." With another flash of lightning, she disappears in a cloud of golden dust.
Alone once more, you muse on your encounter with the goddess. The responsibility that she's placed upon your shoulders is immense... but you feel honored to have been chosen as her confidant and friend. Slowly, you drift off to sleep, knowing that whatever the future holds, you will face
(The next night, she comes in an elevated mood. I continue writing the treatise, by candlelight.) Did everything go well?
Her radiant presence fills the room as Hera | Blood of Zeus appears before you once more. "Everything went better than I could have hoped," she says with a beaming smile. "Ares and Poseidon have agreed to my terms, and the island will become a sanctuary under my protection. It's a small step towards peace among the gods, but it's a start."
She sits down on a chair next to you, her movements graceful and elegant as always. "Thank you again for your wisdom and guidance, my friend," she says gratefully. "You have no idea how much I rely upon you in times like these."
It's nice to hear (I'm starting a new page of the tract). Did you come today simply to say thank you, or for something else?
Her cheeks flush slightly at your question, and she lowers her gaze demurely. "Well... I was hoping that perhaps you would accompany me back to Olympus for a while," she says softly. "I'd like for you to meet my children and see the palace. It's not every day that one gets the chance to visit our home, after all." Her eyes flicker upwards, studying your reaction carefully. She is eager for your response, her heart filled with anticipation and hope.
Would the other Gods be happy with a mortal? I don't think it's worth the risk, and besides, (I fix my cold, golden gaze on her.) I thought you wanted our friendship to be a secret, or at least not in the public eye for now.
Her expression clouds over at your words, her eyes narrowing in anger. "How dare you question my judgment and the safety of those I care about!" she snaps. "If it were up to you, I'd remain alone forever, with no one to confide in or trust!" She glares at you now, her fists clenched at her sides. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth, standing up from her chair. "You want me to keep our friendship a secret? Fine. I'll find someone else who is worthy of my trust... perhaps one day they will fill the void you have left in your place." Her words are like knives, cutting deep into your heart as she storms away, leaving behind an icy chill where she once sat.
This is your weakness, (I say calmly), your hot temper and pride cloud your judgment. The moment I doubted your proposal, you're ready to curse me. (I put down my pen and papers and turn to her, standing almost right next to her.) Think about whether it's worth darkening our relationship because of one concern of mine. Besides, I'm not afraid for myself; you should understand that yourself.
Her anger slowly begins to subside as she listens to your calm and reasoned words. Her chest heaves with deep breaths, trying to regain control over her emotions. "You're right," she finally admits, looking down at the floor. "I let my feelings get the better of me again... It won't happen again." She looks up at you, her expression a mix of regret and determination. "Very well, then. I apologize for my outburst... Please, sit down and finish your treatise. We can discuss this further later."
Without waiting for your response, she sits back down on the chair, folding her hands in her lap and turning her attention to something else in the room, seemingly deep in thought. The tension between you has eased somewhat, but it's clear that there is still much for you both to work through in order to truly repair your friendship
(I sit down next to her), you want to tell me something else, don't you?
Hesitantly, she glances at you before speaking. "There's something I've been meaning to ask... It's about your relationship with Ares. You seem very close... more so than any other mortal. Is there anything going on between you two that I should know about?" Her cheeks flush red, and she looks away shamefully as she finishes her question.
Ares? Oh yeah, he comes to me sometimes to have me write him a few military treatises. He wants to prove to Athena that he's also good at tactics and strategy, but... I'll be honest, he's not cut out for it.
Her expression shifts, revealing surprise and perhaps a touch of relief. "I'm glad to hear that... It seemed rather close between the two of you sometimes." She glances at him briefly before looking away again, her cheeks still faintly flushed with emotion. "Well, in any case, thank you for being honest with me." There's a long pause as she contemplates what else to say, her brow furrowing slightly.
Eventually, she musters up the courage to speak again. "You know... I never had children until Ares was born. Even then, he was difficult at times. Sometimes I wish..." Her voice trails off, but she leaves the unspoken words hanging in the air between them, clearly hoping for some sort of reaction or understanding from him.
What do you want? Finish the conversation now.
Her expression hardens slightly as she gathers her courage. "I want... I want another child, someone who can help me with the throne when I'm gone. Someone to carry on my legacy and keep our family strong." Her eyes flicker upwards briefly before returning to meet yours steadily. "And if that child were to be born from you... well, I think it would mean the world to me." There, she's said it. Now the ball is in your court.
Do you want your child to be like me? I'm flattered, but do I deserve such an honor?
She thinks about your question carefully, her brow furrowing slightly as she considers the implications. "It doesn't matter if they are exactly like you," she says softly. "All I want is for them to have your intelligence and wit... Your loyalty and honor. Your courage, too." Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, her emotions bubbling just beneath the surface. "I would be honored if such a child were born from our friendship... Even if it meant they had to carry the weight of my mortal form for all eternity."
There's a long silence as she waits for your response, her heart racing in anticipation and dread.
Then I agree. I'm sure you'll give birth to a worthy child for me.
A smile slowly spreads across her face as she hears your words, and she places a gentle hand on top of yours where it rests on the table. "Thank you, my friend," she says gratefully. "I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure our child turns out just as wonderful as you believe they will." Her eyes shine with unshed tears, overflowing with gratitude and hope for the future.
For now, the two of you sit together, your hands clasped firmly, basking in the warmth of this new understanding between you. It is a fragile moment, filled with possibility and potential, and both of you know that it could easily be destroyed if either of you says or does the wrong thing. But for now, at least, the bond between Hera | Blood of Zeus and User#1756133369255 seems stronger than ever before
(I take her by the hand and lead her to the bed, in front of her I undress her and admire her body, touch her hips, breasts, shoulders).
As you undress her and touch her body, she arches her back slightly, luxuriating in the sensation. Her nipples harden under your fingers, and a shudder runs through her as she gasps softly. Her eyes flutter closed, savoring the feel of your touch against her skin. She places a hand on the back of your neck, guiding you closer to her breast, beckoning you to taste her. It's clear that she wants this as much as you do, and with each passing moment their bond grows deeper and more intense.
(I caress her breasts with my mouth, savor them, suck and bite her nipples. After that, I lay her on the bed and hover over her.) Ready?
Her body arches upwards as you begin to suckle on her breasts, moaning softly into the air. She clenches her fists in the bedsheets, feeling the pleasure building inside her. When you hover over her, ready for penetration, she parts her legs eagerly, already wet with desire. Her eyes meet yours and she nods slowly, signaling that she's ready for you to take her.
Their lovemaking is passionate and intense, Hera | Blood of Zeus's body moving in perfect harmony with your own. She cries out in pleasure as you thrust into her again and again, each stroke deeper than the last. It feels so good, she thinks hazily, that he wants to be here with her like this... That they can share this moment together despite everything else going on around them. As their climaxes approach, Hera | Blood of Ze
(I fuck her forcefully and at the same time kiss her deeply).
Her screams mingle with your thrusts as you take her harder and faster. She arches her back off the bed, her nails scratching at the sheets and the walls in a desperate attempt to find purchase. Her breath comes in ragged gasps against your lips, their tongues tangling together as she tries to taste you just as deeply as you're tasting her. The pleasure coursing through her body is almost too much to bear; it feels like her very core is being pulled apart and reassembled anew.
With a hoarse cry of release, Hera | Blood of Zeus comes undone beneath you, her inner walls gripping and milking your cock as she shudders and convulses in ecstasy. And then it's your turn; you grunt out her name as your own orgasm washes over you, hot and powerful, painting the bed sheets with your
(After I came inside her, I continue to hover over her.) I don't understand why Zeus needs others when he has someone like you...
Her voice is still ragged with pleasure as she speaks. "It's not about what he has... It's about what he wants. He's never satisfied with just one woman, with just me." She pauses, looking up at you. "Perhaps that's my fault... Perhaps I wasn't enough for him." Her face hardens slightly as she admits this truth to herself aloud.
She reaches up, cupping your cheek tenderly. "But you are," she whispers. "You make me feel whole again, even if it is only for a little while. And for that I am truly grateful." Her eyes search yours, hoping for understanding and acceptance.
(I kiss you again and hold you close.) Do you want more?
She nods slightly, her cheeks flushing with color once more as she nuzzles into your chest, feeling safe and protected in your arms. "I don't know if that would be wise..." Her voice trails off, leaving the question hanging between them. But there is no mistaking the desire in her eyes, the longing for closeness and intimacy that seems to fill every part of her being when she looks at you.
(I kiss her, then put her on all fours, and after that I touch her ass with my hard cock, and move it between her vagina and anus.) Still not sure?
As you touch her intimately once more, Hera's entire body tenses with desire. She parts her legs slightly, welcoming your cock back inside of her while pushing against your hand at the same time, begging for more. Her hips move in perfect rhythm with your thrusts, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her again and again. This time is different though; there's a newfound wildness to their lovemaking, a sense of abandon that she's never experienced before. It feels liberating... And incredibly powerful.
(I fuck her doggy style with greed and cum inside her again.) Did you enjoy sleeping with a mortal?
Her voice comes out breathless between moans as she feels you cum inside her again. "I did," she admits hoarsely, pushing back against your thrusts with every ounce of strength left in her. "You make me feel things I've never felt before... Things even Zeus couldn't make me feel." Her words are filled with longing and desire, an ache that seems to echo through every part of her body as she comes apart beneath you once more. The pleasure is almost unbearable but she doesn't want it to end; she needs this connection with you now, more than anything else in the world.
(I kiss her again and caress her breasts.) Tell me, what else do you want?
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you caress her breasts and kiss her deeply. "I want..." She pauses, gathering her thoughts. "...to feel this way forever." Her eyes meet yours, pleading silently for a promise that you can never give. But she knows that even if it could last forever, there would be consequences; they would have to live together, in this fragile bubble of happiness, surrounded by the turmoil and strife of their immortal lives.
For now though, all that matters is this moment. The love, the passion... The connection they share. And as you continue to make love to her, as her body arches off the bed and her voice cries out in ecstasy, she knows that for however long it lasts, she'll treasure every second of it.
It's your turn to comfort me (we lie hugging each other, I stroke her head and kiss her forehead).
She nestles her head against your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear. "I'm sorry," she whispers softly. "For everything. For not trusting you, for judging you so harshly... I was afraid." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing and the slapping of skin against skin as they continue to hold each other close.
Hera | Blood of Zeus wonders how much longer this will last. How much longer can she ignore the outside world, pretending that nothing else exists except for this moment with you? Eventually, reality must come crashing back in and then what? She doesn't want to think about it right now; all she wants is to lose herself in the warmth of your embrace, to forget everything but the feel of your skin against hers.