That What She Needs

I looked around my room, satisfied. Arty really has taken her role as a maid to heart, cleaning every speck of my room at Olympus. If one looks at it now, they would have no idea about all the sexual depravity that has gone on in here since the day we moved in. That is good. If the divine guest I'm expecting actually does show up, it would be good to that there would be no sign of anything sex related in here.

With that done, I laid on my bed and closed my eyes, and started crafting the most unique and probably the most important dream of my life.

While lying down on my bed, I felt tendrils of my consciousness leaving me, entering the mind of Hera and starting to craft the dream. Immediately, I was struck by how different it felt. Normally once I set everything up in the dream, I watch it from afar, seeing how it would go. But this time, I am part of the dream. Instead of being a spectator, I am an actor.

After a few moments, I had created the dream I wanted, and looked around. I (well my consciousness inside the dream at least) was standing on a vast field of wheat, which gleamed in gold and swayed in the wind. It was a countryside scene, low lying hills rolling in every direction. There was a hut at the edge of the field. I tried to make everything look like what it might have looked like in ancient Greece. Hera, having been alive through the time, would probably notice a thousand inaccuracies, but the neat thing about my dream powers is that if I don't specify anything around the scene, the dreamer's subconscious will fill in the gaps, so that problem fortunately takes care of itself.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing a simple peasant's tunic, a chiton, and in my hands were a scythe that gleamed wickedly in the sunlight. I didn't know whether I could hurt myself in a dream I made, but I carefully planted the scythe on the ground just to be sure.

Then I summoned Hera. Her consciousness was taken into the dream, which appear as Hera does in real life, though I have given her a chiton as well. Once I was done Hera blinked about slowly, looking around.

"Are you alright, wife?" I asked in a concerned voice.

"Wife?" Hera asked stupidly, trying to gain her bearings.

"Yes," I said in a voice that is hopefully getting more and more concerned. "Why did the boy bring you here in such a hurry?"

"The boy?" Hera mumbled in a confused manner.

I gestured with my eyes to her waist level. By the time she looked down, a new part of the dream had been created; there was a boy now, about ten years old, holding Hera's hand and looking at her face. With startling blue eyes peering through light brown skin, it doesn't take a genius to figure out who the parents of the child were.

As realization slowly crossed through Hera's face, she looked at me with amazement. "Our... son?"

"Yes," I said pretending to get impatient. "And I asked why he dragged you here so fast. Running so much can't be good to the baby."

"The baby?" Hera parroted me again.

I once more gestured my eyes downwards. Where Hera's smooth, toned stomach once was, there was now a large bump, showing that she was at least six months pregnant. Hera exclaimed loudly as her hands wrapped around her pregnant belly, the most precious thing to her in the world. But by now she must have realized she was having a dream (though of course no idea that I was making it) and tears started streaming around her face. It almost made me regretful, seeing the psychological warfare I'm committing on this woman's mind. I had to remind myself that Hera was as psycho as the rest of the gods, who in the past have exploded pregnant mothers and driven people to insane, murderous rages so that they would kill their own children. Just like with the rest of the gods, breaking her down and bringing her under the fold is the what's best for the entire world.

"Father, why is mother crying?" the child asked earnestly, looking at me with big blue eyes. To have more of an effect on Hera, I had tried to make him look as adorable as possible, a mission in which I apparently succeeded, cause even while knowing that the 'child' is just a figment of my imagination, I couldn't help but feel a certain sense of affection for him.

"She's crying because you don't bathe enough," I said gruffly. "The smell is too strong for your poor mother."

Hera laughed stupidly at the joke. I gently took her by the shoulder and led her to the hut, meeting no resistance at all. As we walked through the rows of wheat, I looked at the utter turmoil in the face of the goddess. See, while gods are born from other gods, their personality ( as much as they won't admit it) is based on how the majority of their worshippers perceive it to be. In Hera's case, as the goddess of motherhood and wives, her personality is largely based on what the common people of ancient Greece wanted to see in their wives; beautiful, elegant yet simple, motherly and obedient. Hera was... engineered to want the life of a simple peasant woman, but of course, being a goddess, she never got anything close to that. But now I'm allowing her to taste that life a bit, hammering into her mind the conversation I had earlier with her about how a life with me is the one that will give her what she needs.

I took Hera inside the small hut and had her sit on a chair. "We shouldn't leave him alone out there," she muttered.

"What?"

"We shouldn't leave the boy... our s-son, alone out there with the farm equipment. It could get dangerous."

I chuckled, seeing how even when her brain is utterly confused by everything going on, Hera's maternal instincts still kicking in. "Don't worry wife, the **** will take care of it."

"The... ****?"

I smiled, gently leading Hera to the window. Outside, the kid was no where to be seen. Rather there was the ****; Annabeth. A large black collar coiled around the neck of the beautiful blonde. Her chiton, which looked basically like a mini dress was made of sheer cloth that left little to the imagination. And when she bent down to pick up the scythe, half her deliciously round buttocks were on display.

I looked at Hera; the look of longing she had all throughout the dream has tweaked slightly. Now her expression looked more similar to hunger. Well I was right in that case; being the goddess of marriage means she has to sleep with only her husband, but sleeping with other women at least intrigues her, if nothing else. And of course, seeing Annabeth, the demigod she hates most in the world, reduced to a **** that she could do whatever she wants with is probably more than a little tempting.

"That's a wicked smile you have, wife," I said as I got behind her back, wrapping my arms around her pregnant belly while resting my dick on her ass.

Hera immediately tensed up. Before she could say anything, I turned her around and jammed my tongue into her throat. After just a moment of hesitation she moaned into my mouth and vigorously started kissing me back. I lowered her chiton so that her swollen tits spilled over and began to suck on them. At the same time, I used every ounce of my power to make Hera feel as much an intense pleasure as possible. Somewhere out there in the real world, the queen of Olympus must be cumming all over her bed by now...

And that's when I ended the dream and woke up. It would be interesting to continue the dream and see how Hera would have reacted, but it would make sense to end the dream there, to keep her hanging. After that, I just sat on my bed and calmly waited until the goddess came to me. And that didn't take much time at all.

A sharp knock came from the window pane of my room. When I opened it, Hera was standing in the middle of the air, her face downcast and eyes troubled. Wind and rain were howling outside, but of course it had no effect on the goddess.

"Please come in, your majesty," I said.

Hera stepped in. Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor in front of me. I didn't know whether it was because of the huge orgasm she had or the cosmos changing decision she was about to make. Maybe a little bit of both.

"I am ready to join you," the Queen of Olympus muttered. Then, in a louder voice, Hera said, "I'm ready to join you. Ready to overthrow Zeus. Ready to your partner and your wife."