Eom Bk 2: Favored and Forgotten
Copyright© 2026 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 6: The Untouchable Queen
Mythology Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Untouchable Queen - With humanity rising and Prometheus bound in endless torment, Zeus entrusts Apollo, Hermes, and Athena to guide mortals while he indulges himself. Over centuries, the gods grow more fascinated with humanity. Ixion is welcomed on Olympus while Demeter fears for Persephone. Meanwhile, Zeus and Hera’s quiet personal struggles threatens to reshape Olympus, the Underworld, and the fate of gods and mortals alike.
Caution: This Mythology Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Science Fiction Paranormal Cheating BTB Cream Pie First Pregnancy Big Breasts Small Breasts Geeks Politics Royalty Transformation Violence
“I wanted Zeus to understand what he had done to me. The world was incidental.”
— Hera (as portrayed by Meg Foster), Hercules: The Legendary Journeys, Season 4, Episode 22: “Reunions.” Directed by Charles Siebert. Written by Alex Kurtzman, Roberto Orci, and Jerry Patrick Brown. Series created by Christian Williams. Produced by Renaissance Pictures and Universal Television. Originally aired 1998. © 1998 Universal Television / Renaissance Pictures. All rights reserved.
In the throne room of her palace, Hera smiled.
Hera did not summon her foolish husband. That was the first fundamental truth of the moment.
As she felt Semele’s mortal life leave the living Realm, she understood the second foundational truth: he would come anyway
Her palace was not like Zeus’. Where his was that of a shiny gold declaration, Hera’s was quieter. Whereas the Thunderer liked pomp and circumstance, the First Lady of Olympus enjoyed a multitude of colors delicately spaced out to bring a certain life to her halls.
She stood at the far end of the chamber beside her throne when he arrived.
He suspected that she might be prepared for him, yet none of that mattered.
“What did you do?” Zeus asked at last.
Though no thunder accompanied the words, he was aware that she could interpret his fury well enough. They might not have loved one another, but after so much time together in their ruling of the gods, they understood one another, which might have been even more dangerous.
Hera’s lips curved into a smile of recognition.
“And what is it exactly you think I did?” she asked.
The edge of sarcasm was bait for him to take, and Zeus would comply.
“Do not insult me! Somehow you tricked her!”
Hera laughed in response rather than deny him.
“With whom?” she wondered.
“You know very well! Semele!”
“Oh?” she said. “Is that her name?”
She began to circle him slowly like a predator would encircle a wounded prey. She had the dignity to never allow her gaze to leave his face.
“I do recall a mortal woman,” Hera continued thoughtfully.
She was looking up as though she did not know or understand any further on this particular matter.
“She was devoted, very lovely, and faithful to a fault.”
The last complimenting descriptor lingered in the air for a moment.
“I recall you ... breaking your vows to me as you always do,” she went on, “laying with that strip of a girl. You would promise her anything by one of the oldest powers in existence, probably even fidelity, despite the vows you made with me!”
Zeus did not move his feet. His hands flexed and lightning crackled around his fists.
Hera stopped in front of him.
“Oh please! You won’t so much as touch me. While you’re out slumming with mortal sluts, who do you think manages the people of our city?”
The question was rhetorical and caused him to pause.
“Some might dislike me for a day or two, but in the end, most of them recognize that I am only being fair. What doesn’t go for them one day might the next because I follow the rules, obey the laws we make, and keep my word!”
The silence between them stretched as Zeus had no answer.
He was akin to a child caught, and there she was bringing forth all of his faults in the moment. What defense could he bring to bear when confronted with unadulterated truth?
“You killed her!” Zeus finally exclaimed.
“I did no such thing,” Hera said. “I gave her the tools to know her lover was a god, but the one who stole her life from her ... was you.”
The words struck cleaner than any weapon might have, for there was no flourish in her speaking nor exaggeration in the accusation.
“I could kill you,” he said through darkening countenance.
Hera did not flinch, but rather, she smile grew a sinister edge to it.
“You physically could,” she agreed. “Right here and now you could strike me down, but you won’t.”
Zeus’ eyes narrowed.
“And why is that?” he asked.
“For all of those little reasons of fairness I brought up before, but more because Olympus is watching.”
She turned slightly, gesturing to the place they called home.
“You kill me, and the gods that followed you into battle during the Great War will turn on you now.”
“Excuse me?” Zeus snapped back.
“To them, you’re a king who just can not control himself,” she said. “You would rather lay with a mortal girl, make a sacred oath in arrogance while disregarding the vows you made to me before all of them ... And then after burning her alive, you would come here and attack me? A goddess queen who never wavered in her service to the people?”
She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Tell me, my dear husband—when they must choose between us ... do you truly believe they will choose you?”
Zeus stepped back half a step as he realized the depth of his blunder. He had understood that Hera was popularly beloved by the people, but that she understood that truth deeper than he did and cultivated this truth made him feel all the more foolish.
His words were stolen from his throat, and though he had power a plenty to destroy her, he comprehended that (in this moment) there was nothing to be done.
“You see,” she said, almost conversationally, “this is the problem with wielding power without restraint. It creates consequences where there is no escape...”
“So is this what our marriage becomes?” he asked. “An unspoken war?”
Hera considered his question thoughtfully. She was not a wife but a strategic warrior, preparing for what she had long-since known was coming.
“Yes ... As long as you refuse to release me from that ridiculous enchantment, as long as you keep sleeping around, as long as you continue to make me look like a fool, I will make you suffer.”
“I will not lose,” Zeus found himself saying.
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