The Queen of Olympus

"Lady Hera will see you now, Camp Director," said the invisible wind spirit that seemed to be acting as Hera's secretary.

"Thank you very much," I said, standing up and walking through the door that has now been opened in front of me.

Inside was the most opulent room I had ever seen in my life, which is saying something considering that by this point I had spent nearly an year on Olympus. And standing there, looking at the setting sun through a massive window was Hera, the queen of the gods herself, and my eyes devoured her figure quickly before she looked my way. She was the amount of height that gods usually take in the presence of mortals, meaning my head was about the same height as her chest (not that I'm complaining about that). Her long brown hair hung past her waist, and her wide blue eyes were a sight to look. As a goddess of fertility and motherhood, she had an extremely feminine figure; big tits, a small waist and wide hips. She was wearing a simple, white, ancient Greek styled dress. Her hot body, regal bearing and status as the most powerful woman in the universe made it all the more enticing to fuck and **** her. And of course, like every time I see her, my mind came to the place of wondering how much of an idiot Zeus is for messing things up so much with a woman this hot.

"Ah, Director! Come in and take a seat!" Hera said smiling in an extremely motherly way. Guess being the goddess of motherhood means she does everything in a motherly way.

"Thank you, my queen," I said while sitting down.

The goddess came away from the window, sitting opposite to me and putting one shapely leg over another. "I heard that you had something urgent to tell me? A proposition?"

"Yes, your majesty."

"Of what kind?"

"A marriage proposal."

"Well," said Hera, sounding surprised, but pleasantly so. "Well it has been millennia since someone came to me asking for marital advice. You are a bit on the younger side, but I am the goddess of marriage, so I will try my best to find you a match."

I hesitated for a second. This was my last chance to steer the conversation into a safe direction. But this was a now or never situation. If I let this chance go, I might never get something similar again. So, collecting my nerves, I took the plunge. "I'm afraid you have mistaken what I have said, your majesty. The marriage proposal is for you."

"Me? But I am already married," The goddess replied with a small laugh that sounded very ****.

"Can you truly call it a marriage if your husband tricked you into marrying him, if you have been fighting for several thousand years and if he cheats on you compulsively? I would call it a farce if I was being kind, a prison if I was being truthful."

Hera's eyes narrowed as her back straightened. When she spoke it was as sharp and cold as ice, with none of the motherly warmth that was there earlier. "What you speak of is high treason. Were my husband currently on Olympus, you would already be dead and he would already be planning what torments you would face in the Underworld. Speak no more of this foolishness and leave now, and I'll forget that this ever happened."

"But Zeus is not here. Once again he has left you alone so he can pester some poor mortal. So why don't you stay and hear out my proposition?"

"And what proposition is that?" Hera asked with a laugh. "Stop being the queen of the gods and come be a wife to some mortal?"

"Oh is is your position you care about?" I asked. "Well that's fine. I'm planning to overthrow Zeus soon and replace him, so you will retain your position." It felt weird to just blurt out these plans that I have spent so long hiding, but I have to put all my cards on the table and make the best bargain available.

Hera, meanwhile, looked stunned. "You... what? Are you touched in the head, boy?"

"I have far more support than you think. No one really likes Zeus. In fact, didn't you yourself tried to overthrow him once? Well, here's your chance. You would still be the wife of the king of the gods, with the difference being your husband won't cheat on you."

"Oh is that so?" Hera asked, latching on to the last part. "Aren't you already dating the Chase girl? If you can discard her so easily, what's to say that you won't do the same to me?"

"Who's saying that I would discard her? I'll keep sleeping with her."

Hera's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Doesn't mean you can't sleep with her either."

"I'm the goddess of marriage," Hera said, head held high. "If I act out of the boundaries of marriage, one of the main pillars holding this world would collapse."

"And who says you would be acting out of wedlock? Who says marriage has to be between just one man and one woman? If I marry her and I marry you, then..."

Hera's eyes widened.

I continued on. "You being the goddess of marriage has deprived you of many things. You don't know what it is to have a demigod child. And you don't know what it feels like to sleep with a woman. All you Olympians are at least a little curious of your own gender. And now I have opened a previously unattainable road to you."

"And what if-" Hera said, her voice cracking a little bit. "And what if I want to sleep with other men?"

I gave a little laugh. "You won't need to sleep with other men you have me."

"Well you certainly are a humble fellow," Hera muttered. "And you didn't answer my question."

"If you have slept with me and is still not satisfied, I will certainly have men of your choosing added to our union." I said smoothly, knowing that it would never happen.

"And of course," I now said, standing up. "You will get children if you are with me."

"I already have children," Hera said stiffly.

"Oh of course you do. And tell me, which of them are you most proud of? That man-child Ares? Or the one that was born so ugly that you chucked him out of a window after giving birth to him?"

Hera flinched violently. It was clear that my speech had a clear psychological impact on her mind. But I couldn't stop now. I reminded myself that this gorgeous looking motherly woman has killed hundreds of innocent people, and it would be better if she, like all other Olympians, were under my control. And so I began to circle Hera's chair and continued talking.

"You are the goddess of motherhood. Zeus must be an exceptionally cruel god to not give you children for so long. Tell me, how did it feel watching him impregnate a dozen women a year when you haven't had a child for millennia?"

Hera was very still and very silent now. I, standing behind her, put my hands on her shoulders and bent down to whisper in her ear. "Of course it doesn't have to be that way anymore, if you accept my proposal. You could be the queen. You could have a faithful husband. Have Experiences you never had. And lots and lots of children. Everything you want is within your grasp. Just imagine it all. Sitting in the Olympian council as your belly grows," I said, while putting a hand on her stomach. When she didn't make a move to remove it, the hand slowly went upwards, cupping one of the queen's full breasts. "And your breasts filling with milk."

The goddess whimpered with need. The sound seemed to have woken her up, and she stood up violently. Her face was red, eyes wide, and whole body trembling. "You- you are out of line, Director. Very much so. Get out now. I quite like you, so I won't report this. Out now!"

I tried to make myself look disappointed. "My apologies if I disturbed you, your majesty. I'll take my leave. Keep what I said in mind."

With that I walked up to the queen and took her delicate hand. She didn't resist, and when I kissed it she shivered. I bowed my head once more and left, a victorious grin on my face. I dragged the goddess to the ledge. Now, only one more push is needed.

Author's Note - Hey guys. Sorry for the delay. My country's economic situation is getting worse, meaning more and more loss of electricity. I also got sick, and had to spend some time on myself. But now I'm back and I hope you enjoy the chapter.