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🕑 Added 2025-03-01 02:59:02 +0000 UTC"What's a woman like you doing in a place like this?"
The place like that happened to be the bar at a nightclub.
Clubbing wasn't exactly a pastime that Hera could claim to be terribly familiar with. Hell, if anything, it was something she had despised throughout the entirety of her very, very long life, ever since the moment mortals first came up with the concept, in fact.
For a goddess like her, it was an affront to her very existence. Unintentionally, to be sure, but a place for casual hookups that often served as a place for married people to have dalliances outside of said marriages?
Well, she had cursed her fair share of people for less.
But, that day was different. Hera brushed her long dark hair behind her shoulder, her shoulderless blouse exposing more than she tended to show, and turned to the man facing her with a smile.
The first one that night... and he wasn't offending each and everyone of her sensibilities with his existence. He was reasonably handsome with a square and strong jaw and a carefully cared for beard and hairdo, expensive but not overly so shirt and some simple but high quality jeans.
"What do you think I'm doing?" she asked, her slim fingers wrapping around the crystalline glass that contained her chosen drink for the night, empty now.
"Waiting for a handsome lad to buy you a drink?" the man said, sitting down on the stool beside her, and flagging the bartender with one of his hands.
The heavy bass of the music calmed a little and the bustling of the crowd lessened as the music changed to a slower song.
Hera might not be the most knowledgeable woman when it came to modern music, but she enjoyed the general atmosphere and thought the music was about as standard and unintelligible as most other music in the same genre, so she cared little for its intricacies.
"I wouldn't mind," she said, lowering the volume of her voice, putting an elbow on the bar and bending a little forward. "What's your name?" she asked.
"You can call me Mel," the man said. "And you?"
She hummed. "Hera," she said.
"Oh, like the goddess? From Greek myth," the man said.
"Exactly like that," she replied, a hint of amusement seeping into her tone, she couldn't really help it.
"Must've had prescient parents, you're just as beautiful as a goddess," Mel spoke, clearly thinking for a few moments, his gaze wandering as he flagged the bartender again, the young woman manning the bar coming over after she finished with the drink she was serving.
"What can I get ya?" the bartender asked, as she came over.
"Whatever the lady wants," Mel spoke, gesturing at Hera, "and a beer for me."
Within reason, of course. Hera smiled. "I'll just have another appletini, thank you," she spoke, passing the oddly shaped glass to the bartender, who was seemingly amused and immediately set about preparing the drink.
"Oh, you like apples?" Mel asked. "That reminds me... Paris must've been a fool to not choose you as the fairest of them all," he said.
Hera chuckled, shaking her head.
"Too cheesy?" he asked.
"No, perfect," she said, trying not to laugh even harder. The bartender came over and delivered their drinks, and he handed her his card, which she returned in moments.
Hera took a sip of her drink and smiled. She was hardly getting a buzz, it didn't have that high an alcohol content due to the fruit juice mix, but it was still stronger than the beer her partner was drinking. "Delicious."
Mel drank quite a bit of his own choice and then smiled at her. "Say, this place's nice, but, music's a little loud, and there's a lot of people around. Want to come with me to a quieter place?" he asked. "You know, just you and me."
Chuckling, Hera pushed off of the stool, downing the last of her drink and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him along with her as she moved towards the exit of the club. They took his car, and before long, they were in a nearby hotel.
"Not your place?" Hera asked.
"Roommates," he replied. "We could go to your place?"
She chuckled and shook her head. The two of them booked a room, and took the elevator. As the elevator's doors closed and it began to head up, Hera's hands grabbed onto her paramour and pushed him against the mirror on the wall, her lips mashing to his.
He was caught by surprise but quickly reciprocated, their tongues began dancing against one another, his hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks, going under her skirt and touching her directly.
The kiss broke. "No underwear?" he asked, his eyes widening. "Minx."
She licked her lips, then dove into the crook of his neck and began kissing and sucking at it, while he played with her ass, hiking up her dress, and looking at her ass, a few shades paler than the exposed fair skin of her back, arms and legs, on the mirror.
Within moments and like a whirlwind, they got into the room, closing the door behind themselves. Hera pushed Mel towards the bed and then threw him onto it.
Within moments, she was straddling him, her hands grabbing onto the hem of her blouse and pulling it up and off of her body, tossing it away, sighing in pleasure as she let her breasts out. She grabbed them and shook them a little. "Feels good to let them free."
"W-Woah, they're- incredible," Mel said, eyes widening. "D-Damn."
"I'm glad you like them, certainly more than my husband does," she said, humming. "He's always looking at someone else's after all."
"Whoa whoa whoa, hey now-" he said, his hands coming up and resting in her waist, holding her there. "I'm up for a lot but I won't be party to-"
She laughed. Openly and honestly, the amusement bubbling up from deep within. "Worry not," she spoke, leaning forward and putting a finger right on top of his lips. "Me and my husband, we have... an understanding," she said.
"An understanding?" he asked.
"Yes, an understanding. You see, his dalliances and especially the fruit of it - they offended me so," she spoke, "they go against everything I believe in and stand for, everything I hold dear to me," she spoke, "I guess you could say everything that makes me, well, me!" she called. "But... someone explained to me the concept of an 'Open Relationship'... and now all of my husband's wild seed are part of my family, an extended family, but it counts nonetheless."
Mel blinked. "O-Oh... so-" he said, "just so we're clear, you... you're not, like, cheating on your husband or anything?"
She smirked. "And now neither is he," she said, reaching for his pants and worked them open, revealing his cock, already more than most of the way to a full erection. Hera licked her lips as she saw it. "Yes, this will do nicely," she hummed as she grasped it with her hands, working gently to get him to full mast.
He groaned as she cupped his balls and began to stroke him, using both her hansd while holding his legs in place with her own. "Ngnh, damn, you're really good at this..!"
"I'm glad you like it," she said, approaching the cock with her face, opening her mouth and drooling all over the cock, stroking it to spread her saliva and get it well and truly lubricated, so she could start stroking him even harder, using her fingers to toy with his testicles as she did.
"Ahhck, that's- too incredible!" he cried out, panting and moaning, his hands grabbing onto the sheets and shaking, his hips bucking a little as he tensed his muscles, especially his thighs, which she rested her weight on as she leaned back to observe him from above.
She stopped her ministrations just in time for him to let out a whine, a cry of defeat and loss as she pulled off of him, his eyes opening and gazing up at her with what looked like betrayal.
"Ahh, I never really thought about it, you know," she said, "what I was missing all these years, why he did what he did, and why he did it so often," she said, tilting her head and resting her cheek on her palm. "I guess I get it now," she said, "there's just a level of satisfaction I get from seeing you squirming underneath me that is just impossible to get elsewhere."
"Uhm- this is starting to sound, a bit weird," Mel said, "hot, but weird."
She laughed. "How about this?" she asked, reaching for her skirt and hiking it up with one hand, showing her pussy. A mature woman's pussy, with carefully groomed hair, already drooling its juices. She licked her lips looking down on him from above, her other hand reaching to hold his cock in place by the middle.
Stroking his shaft a little, she entertained him while scooting forward on her knees, a little bit harder than it needed to be due to the plush mattress, but she got in place and guided him so the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy.
He groaned as she kissed the tip of his cock with her cunt lips and then began lowering herself down onto him. He groaned and shook and then broke, moaning wildly as she pushed him all the rest of the way in.
For a moment, Hera wondered if she should be doing what she was doing. To think that what basically amounted to a single throwaway comment had prompted her to be where she was. A single, unintended bit of advice that she had found wise beyond a mere halfblood's station.
After all... such a thing as open marriages existed. The halfbloods need not be an affront to her domain of marriage, but rather, a part of her domain of family. Camp Halfblood was by merit of its very existence something that had once offended her at a fundamental value.
But now... now she was getting it. Now she was understanding it. All of the halfbloods, the demigods, that she had once so thoroughly despised... could've been children from another womb all this time, if she'd just thought about it a little more.
Hera moaned lewdly as she experienced a cock that wasn't her husband's splitting her insides. Her husband simply didn't have sex with her all that much. Despite the fact that he was a sex fiend, he didn't take much interest in Hera herself. Her frustration with that certainly hadn't helped.
But feeling fulfilled by having a cock inside her went a long way to make the feelings of frustration go away.
She put her hands on his chest, and his hands landed on her thighs, running up them, until he found her ass, squeezing it a little. She felt his heels dig into the plush mattress as he prepared, and she relished the moment knowing what was about to happen.
She raised her hips first, her knees digging further into the mattress, and then, she slammed her hips down, at the same time as he pushed his own up, the two of them meeting with a clapping noise.
Only the first of what became a symphony of lewd and sensual noises, the squishy, wet noise of her pussy getting rearranged and reshaped by his big, thick and stiff cock joining the rhythmic slaps of skin on skin as their bodies mashed against one another.
They added their voices as well, neither holding back, her hips shaking and rocking and pumping, while his thrust forward and back.
The bed creaked and protested the movement, but neither gave it a moment of pause or respite, they furiously slammed against one another and she didn't at all feel like a disconnected goddess, separated from the mortal under her by an insurmountable distance, but rather, a man and a woman, having sex, making love, fucking furiously and without restraint.
It should've been wrong, it should've been offensive, it should've been against everything that made Hera, well, Hera, to have sex with a man who wasn't her husband, but there was no breach of fidelity, no betrayal of trust, there was no breaking of a contract.
There was only a goddess enjoying what her husband refused to give her.
And oh did she enjoy it massively and maliciously.
"ANgh, ffuuuuck, I'm gonna, cum, I'll cum- shit, I forgot- Condom!"
She laughed. "You won't need one," she said, her eyes as wide as saucers. The sense of immorality, of wrongness, wasn't gone, it was present, but rather than offending her, it only made her feel even better. She got it, she understood it, she finally could share something that her husband had kept to himself all these years. Hera could feel it, could feel the human underneath her squirming, as he approached the peak of sexual satisfaction.
She could feel it almost as if it was her own body, the erupting volcano within, she could sense with every fiber of her being his balls contracting and pushing the thick, virile and very fertile seed of life, hot, white and creamy, right up his cock and exploding deep into her pussy.
She knew it wasn't so but even then she imagined it like a white wave of hot dick milk, filling up her womb, heading directly towards her eggs, inseminating her and filling her with the satisfaction that only a mother goddess like her could experience.
Her orgasm was even more potent than his, and her entire body shook as she constricted around his cock. She squeezed him and drained him of all that he had.
Even more of his cock milk was drained out of him, and she savored every moment of their shared orgasm.
The first of the night... but certainly, not the last.
Breathing heavily, she pulled off of him, and while he was reeling from his first orgasm, she pulled his waist to the edge of the bed and got on her knees. She hadn't performed the act for her husband, at least not in her working memory, and he complained quite a bit about it...
But as her partner for the night tried to catch his breath, she took him in hand, and then, into her mouth, already bobbing her head up and down and sucking the first cock she had in centuries.
Again, pure curiosity born from conversations she had heard from the halfbloods, conversations that filled her with the urge to try new things. She'd definitely have to do something to thank the demigods that had given her this wonderful revelation. Perhaps she could bake them a cake?
She felt the cum running out of her pussy, rivulets of semen slowly trickling down her inner thighs.
Maybe a cream pie?
She opened her eyes and looked at the young man whom she had chosen to share such a moment with, redfaced as they came.
A creampie with cherries seemed like just the thing!
