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Rare were the occasions where Hera would grace mortals with her presence.
Apprehension and curiosity struck Percy with equal measure, spotting the goddess outside of the white marble cabin placed next to her husbands. Apples and Virginity flowers bloomed in her company, turned towards the goddess to dress in a cloak of petals.
"I'm obligated to inform you Thalia and Annabeth will commit arson if you kidnap me again."
Hera's smile is downright mischievous.
"On the contrary son of Poseidon, you'll join me tonight of your own volition."
The elegantly poised hand at her waist rises, gently turning Percy away before a golden flash warms his back. When he opens his eyes to Olympus he sucks in a harsh breath at the sight of Zeus on the floor. The king of gods sits on his knees with his arms raised to his head, bound in golden stocks. Electric blue eyes meet Percy's and a shrill whine rises from Zeus's throat.
Lifting himself off the floor, Zeus rocks his hips, his leaking dick swaying in the air.
Holy shit.
Behind him, Hera places a paddle into Percy's hand, and deliriously. The peacock shaped hole in the middle startles a delirious laugh out of him.
"My bull needs to be punished." Hera commands.
"Have you been naughty?" Percy gasps, testing the paddle in his hand.
It stings deliciously against his palm.
On the floor, Zeus whines again, eyes growing wet with tears. Percy's dick jumps in his pants, and with his last functioning brain-cell he turns to Hera, who summoned a chair that she swiftly sat in. Folding her long legs, she aims a critical eye at Zeus before giving one sharp nod to Percy.
"Turn around," Percy says, nudging the arch of Zeus's spine with the paddle. "And show me your pretty ass."
The golden blush tinting Zeus's face erupts down his neck and chest. After a moment of stillness, Zeus slowly shuffles on his knees until his back is facing Percy. Lowering himself so that his balls are resting on the pads of his feet beneath him, Zeus leans forward precariously, trembling with the effort. Oil leaks from his shiny asshole and down onto the floor.
Stroking the curve of Zeus's shoulder, Percy hums appreciatively at the mass of muscle beneath his finger.
"Is your cow allowed to count?"
Hera lifts her head from the phone she had been tapping away on.
"I'll permit it."
"You heard her majesty" Percy murmurs, petting Zeus's hair. "Count."
With that, he brought the paddle down hard on Zeus's cheek, a stifled grunt slipping past his closed lips.
"O-one."
Shifting his jaw, Percy's discretely shifts around the pressure in his pants.
Zeus's already sounded wrecked.
"Two!" Zeus arches his back with a deep groan, dick bobbing roughly in the air.
The third comes down harder than the last — a choked squeak follows and Zeus gasps "Three."
"Good bull." Percy cooed, striking Zeus again. "You're taking your punishment so well."
Another loud smack, and Zeus hums the air fruitlessly with a whine.
"F-ive."
"If you get to ten, I'll ask your Missus nicely if you can breed me. How does that sound?"
An inhuman cry comes from Zeus's throat — sounding suspiciously similar to the Minotaur before charging. Reaching down, Percy wraps Zeus's scrotum in his fist, and squeezes.
"O-oh, six!"
"Good job." Percy lets him go, gently running his fingers over the sensitive skin. "Next one."
"Seven! Eight!"
"Almost done." He swung his hand back and watched the skin and fat ripple under the impact.
"Nine!"
Zeus hisses when Percy squeezes the abused side before pulling his hand back to use the paddle again.
"Ten!"
"Good job." He kisses Zeus on the forehead, carefully retracting his leg as Zeus tries to rut against it. "Queen Hera, may your bull come?"
"Not yet." Uncrossing her legs, Hera pulls up the skirt of to reveal a shiny gold phallus between her legs. A ring of muscle is sculpted into the midsection, but the tip is too pointed to be equine. "It is important to prepare yourself properly for a large prick, pet."
Suppressing a shiver, Percy bites his lips.
Stepping closer to Hera, she watches him pull down his sweatpants and underwear with dark eyes. Kicking them off to the side Percy steps into her reach, and Hera places a steading hand on his hip. Zeus's gaze is hot and heavy on his back, intensifying as Hera parts his and pushes in the wet tip of the dildo into Percy's hole.
His head falls back with a low groan, and Percy raises his hands to rub his nipples.
Touching her may be too much — and Percy didn't want to be left a smouldering black spot on the floor by either of his partners. Hera leaned back in the chair, seemingly content to watch Percy work himself open on her dick.
Once Percy's hole passes the protrusion, Hera snaps her fingers.
"Come, breed your betters."
In an instant Percy is crushed against Hera's chest — he wheezes — all of Zeus's weight bearing down on him. Hera's fingers deftly align Zeus's cock with Percy's already stretched entrance, and he nearly screams as his guts are filled with a twitching hot member that pushes on all his organs.
"Fuck," Percy gasps, voice small and choked.
Zeus's heavy balls slap loudly against Percy. The pace is merciless, each thrust pushing the dildo already inside of him while Hera holds him still. His head feels both light and heavy with his strangled breaths failing to put any air into his lungs.
Hera's hands are roaming his back, his sides, and occasionally reaching between her and Percy's stomach to brush against his cock. The ticklish sensation swiftly stops as she resumes to pet him all over again, repeating each teasing touch until his thighs are trembling against hers.
"Percy…" Zeus moans into his ear.
"A-a-ah." Hera tuts. "No words."
"Moo."
Percy's dick twitched helplessly. Breath trembling, he clung tighter to Hera's gown, helpless to feel the slide of Zeus in and out of him against the odd texture of the toy.
"Go on." Hera soothes. "Give him all your milk."
A soft moo sounds above him, broken up by a heavy inhale before Zeus stills. His dick swells and throbs hard before spilling it's come inside of Percy. Slipping out, Percy feels Zeus's face against his back, cuddling the curve of his spine and rubbing his beard there. Percy gasps as his hole gapes around the dildo, dripping come.
Sinking onto his knees, Zeus's noisily licks his own come out of Percy's hole, audibly kissing Hera wherever it touched.
"Fuck." Percy says again when his brain comes back alive. "Fuck."
"Hahaha!" The sound is a deep bell to Percy's ears. "Was it too much, princess?"
"Ngh." He grunts, closing his eyes as Hera rubs his back. "Cuddle?"
"Of course, dear."
He hears the heavy lock on the shackles click, and Zeus's hands are pulling him up into his arms. Hera is not far after, cleaning Percy with a simple caress of his back as he's carried off to the bed.