Chapter 3: Rhea’s Guidance

In the heights of Olympus, two women looked out upon the land of Greece. One was taller and had golden flecks in her brown head of hair while the other had a darker shade of brown hair. Both shone with divinity, the older was Rhea in a gown of blue and gold while Hera wore a dress of white and silver.

Upon both of their heads were crowns.

“This realm will be yours to rule someday, Hera.”

Hera looked up to her mother confused. “But what of you? What of father?”

“Sometimes, not all things last, Hera. I want you prepared to be the Queen of Olympus should the time come that your father and I are removed.”

“But who would remove you?” Hera asked with the innocence of a child. Though, she was a woman in many senses of the word. After all, she was centuries old

“We have to be prepared if something happens, Hera. Planning for the possible will prepare you for the plausible.”

“Yes, Mother. I will be a good queen.”

“No! Hera. You will be the good queen. You will rule Olympus. This is a throne and path I will be preparing for you, and no other.”

Hera nodded. “Yes, mother.”

Zeus threw off his tunic before pinning Gaia to the ground.

“Yes, Zeus, like that,” Gaia moaned, feeling his desire rubbing against the lips of her sex. She could feel herself moistening from the contact.

Feeling almost captured when he had her on her back, on her own island, she reveled in his aggressive desires. When his lips went to her breasts, she gave them to him more fully than she ever had with her former husband, Ouranos.

There was something about Zeus that reminded Gaia of her husband. He was not a spitting image of Father Sky, but Zeus had it in him to be a ruler with just as much distinction as Ouranos. Maybe that was why Gaia felt so easy to give herself to Zeus. The more she gave, the more Zeus was willing to take. It fed itself more and more. And even as she thought of that, she screamed out another orgasm.

That was just another comparative similarity to his grandfather. What Gaia and Ouranos had done on instinct, giving an example to their children and siblings, Zeus was improving on by that same instinct.

With Ouranos, Gaia recalled only climaxing once or twice from the entirety of their sexual unions. With Zeus, every touch led to a new, higher experience. There was no way his prowess could last; it was not sustainable in Gaia’s observation. That would not stop Gaia from enjoying every moment of Zeus’ wanton, hungry yearnings.

Gasping, Gaia wrapped her legs around Zeus when Zeus pushed his impressive, pulsing shaft into her.

“Fucking Chaos!” Gaia called out. She dug her nails into the very ground.

“Do you like that?” Zeus asked, smirking. He had this arrogance about him when he was within Gaia’s body.

“Yes! Yes, Zeus. Take me!”

Zeus grabbed her hips, slamming himself deep into her. Gaia did not care that he was manipulating her form for his pleasure. It was the opposite. She relished his passionate efforts.

“Faster! Faster! Fuck me!” she cried out. While it might as well have been an order, Zeus’ confident smile warned her that while she gave the order, only he could fulfill it, so she might as well be begging.

“I’m close!” Zeus warned. “Where do you want it this time?”

Gaia was lost in her pleasures. While he was in her, she might as well have been on Olympus as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. She knew by the time he released his long ropes of godly seed, she would orgasm again for him.

“In me!” Gaia pleaded.

As she lay on her back, her legs began to shake, unable to keep them wrapped around the divine prince. Gaia could feel his amusement and joy in her want of him. When she was so close, Zeus withdrew from her.

“Zeus, no!” Gaia screamed.

Zeus’ smirk became a full grin, flashing his teeth as he stroked himself to completion. Gaia could not find the strength to even sit up, and in her vulnerability, Zeus shot his semen on her face and chest.

Despite being denied his sperm within her and even the pleasure of the orgasm, there was something arousing, if not demeaning, about Zeus marking Gaia with his ejaculate.

Gaia smiled at Zeus seductively but said nothing. There would be time for words. Just then, she wanted to bathe in the light and the radiant god that had given her immense pleasure.