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08/23/2020
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Zeus & Hera beging.
Zeus had chosen his bride. The only thing was, his bride was having absolutely nothing to do with him... impetuous Goddess. Hadn't he been the only God to be able to stand against their father Cronus? Hadn't he, in fact, rescued her from the belly of their father? Wasn't he the strongest and most brilliant of all the Gods ruling on Mount Olympus?
Slowly his anger turned to amusement and pleasure though; for the fact that Hera still refused to wed him despite all these things was why he loved her. Unlike the others, she was not enamored of him for any of those reasons, vowing to marry only when she truly loved. Well that was fine, all he had to do was find some way to make her truly love him! And who could not love such a one as Zeus, the finest of the Greek Gods?
So for the banquet that night, held in honor of the Goddess' beauty - with Hera given the seat of honor at his right hand - Zeus was carefully prepared. All her favorite foods had been made, her favorite entertainments prepared, and he himself was magnificent in all his glory. His skin was oiled and his hair perfumed, his hair was braided with gold, gold adorned his wrists and ankles and his tunic was made of the softest down. Everything about him said power and beauty, the most terrible and wonderful being in all creation.
He walked in to trumpets and singing, smiling widely as he approached the head table, sure of a better reception. Zeus' steps faltered as he saw Hera's cold face, but only for a moment. Then he forced himself forward, sure that she was just play-acting so that he could be seen to win her over in front of the multitudes gathered.
The highest of the Greek Gods had never been more misled.
The frustrated God spent the entire feast trying to coax a smile from Hera's face, something that failed miserably with each attempt. By the end of the feast he was incredibly angry, nothing had stirred her towards even the slightest positive feeling towards him. As she got up and started out of the hall, he suddenly sprang to his feet, roaring.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU WOMAN?" he stood trembling with his intense anger.
Coldly, Hera turned back to look at him, "Nothing. But there is plenty wrong with you."
The guests tittered as they tried to play off her icy words, Zeus stood at the head table completely aghast and his mouth working soundlessly as she left the room.
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"She wants you to work for it," the minor deity whispered in the confused and frustrated God's ear, "She refuses to be a passing fancy for you, or even a wife that will be put off to the side as soon as you find another interesting Goddess. You must win her over somehow, surprise her... and promise to make her the Queen of the Gods."
Well the second part was no problem, Zeus knew that there was not another Goddess anywhere that had the allure for him that Hera did - and certainly not one that would have the strength to be Queen at his right hand. She was powerful and majestic, perfect to sit beside him and rule... but how to surprise her?
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For the next few weeks Hera received at least ten gifts a day, rare and beautiful things, all with notes about her own beauty and grace. But not one invitation, not one request to see her... just many many beautiful and wonderful gifts that touched her heart no matter how she tried not to show it. Then the gifts began to dwindle, although they became even more rare and amazing, there were less of them. And still no invitation or request... the beautiful, proud Goddess was confused and starting to feel somewhat anxious. Although Zeus frustrated her, and she knew that he would be unfaithful, she did love him. She had hoped that having to work for her hand, rather than surrendering it freely, would make him value her more... now she worried that she'd taken it too far.
One day when no gifts had arrived, she walked through the gardens in the afternoon, feeling somewhat despondent. It was a perfect afternoon, flowers blooming with their sweet fragrances filling the air, birds chirping, the sun waved down at her from his fiery chariot. Hera sighed at her gloomy feelings that went so ill with the beauty of the day.
Suddenly a small sparrow flew towards her, its flight limping as something was wrong with its wing... meeping piteously it flew straight at her and she opened her arms to catch it, cooing sympathy at its awkward flight. In her hands it meeped in pain, its wing at a strange angle and she forgot her own downcast feelings as she was faced with a creature in need of help. Whispering softly to the injured bird she lifted it to her lips for a healing kiss.
Instead of a feathery head under her lips, she received a soft and passionate returning kiss... she no longer held up a bird, instead her arms were around the waist of Zeus, and he pulled her closer in to kiss him. For a moment she fought, angry at his trick, but his kiss caressed along with his hands and she felt herself melting against him.
His hands pushed the clothes from her body, he was already wonderfully nude, standing in all his glory in front of her, pressing up against her. Hera was drowning in desire for him, and she could feel his heavy desire for her, pent up from weeks of a frustrating chase. Her lips curved against his as she realized just how frustrating it had been for him. Then he bore her down to the ground, his need urgent and demanding.
It was the first time that a male had ever held dominion over her when making love, and Hera found it both terrifying and exhilarating. He was hard on top of her and inside her, pressing in with all his pent-up lust. Crying out beneath him in surprise and desire, Hera arched up against him, his hands caressing her breasts as his mouth came down on her swollen nipple. It was strange to be underneath him, to feel him moving on top of her, controlling everything; strange, and yet wonderful.
She felt very feminine, accepting, taking him into her and increasing his pleasure with the tightening clasp of her body, massaging him as he thrust in and out of her. Moans filled the garden air as she responded with ardent passion, her sweet surrender both surprising and delighting him. They moved in rhythm, sighing and delighting in each other. Zeus' movements remained firm but he became more gentle as his need to have her slowed, and they began to caress each other, taking the time to get to know the other's body.
Their lips were full of ambrosia as they kissed, lips moving over each other's shoulders and chest, soft moans and surprised cries as they discovered sensitive spots. Eventually Zeus could feel his ardor rising again, and he began to thrust without abandon, taking pleasure in her body as she cried out beneath him at the renewed onslaught. Hera clutched at him, her hands tightening on his shoulders as she began to tremble beneath him, her orgasm rushing over her like a tidal wave.
As she quivered beneath him, the tight clasp of her sheathe vibrating around him, Zeus groaned and pushed all the way into her body, holding her tightly against his chest as he filled her with divine seed. Hera gasped and panted as her orgasm dwindled, the hazy afterglow of pleasure descending.
They both lay there in the garden, idly stroking each other's body and hair.
"Will you be mine, Hera?" Zeus whispered in her hair, "Be my Queen..."
"Yes." she whispered back, her hands running over his shoulders, "For always."
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08/01/2020
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HERA: GREEK GODDESS OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE
Hera, the Greek goddess called the Queen of Heaven, was a powerful queen in her own right, long before her marriage to Zeus, the mighty king of the Olympian gods. The goddess Hera ruled over the heavens and the earth, responsible for every aspect of existence, including the seasons and the weather. Honoring her great capacity to nurture the world, her very name translates as the "Great Lady". Our word galaxy comes from the Greek word gala meaning "mother's milk" . . . legend has it that the Milky Way was formed from the milk spurting from the breasts of the Greek goddess Hera, Queen of Heaven. Where drops fell to earth, fields of lilies sprung forth. She was also worshipped as the Roman goddess Juno, and the month of June (which is the most popular month for weddings) is named in her honor. It is partly on account of Hera's great beauty, and particularly her beautiful, large eyes, that she is linked to her sacred animal, the cow, and also the peacock with its iridescent feathers having "eyes". The cow symbolizes the goddess Hera's nurturing watchfulness over her subjects, while the peacock symbolizes her luxury, beauty, and immortality. In ancient times Hera was revered as being the only one of the Greek goddesses who accompanied a woman through every step of her life. The goddess Hera blessed and protected a woman's marriage, bringing her fertility, protecting her children, and helping her find financial security. Hera was, in short, a complete woman, overseeing both private and public affairs. But it was Hera's uncommon beauty that attracted the attention of her future husband, the lusty Zeus, who tricked Hera into taking him to her breast by changing himself into a small, frightened and wounded bird that elicited her pity. Once cradled in Hera's bosom, Zeus changed back into his manly form and tried to take her . . . but she resisted his advances, putting him off until he promised to marry her. The delay only increased his desire for Hera and, once married, they had the longest honeymoon on record, lasting over 300 years! Unfortunately, the goddess Hera's life was not to remain so enviable. Once the honeymoon was over, Zeus reverted to his earlier "playboy" lifestyle, married or not, compulsively seducing or raping whichever of the Greek goddesses or mortal women caught his wandering eye. His amorous exploits left the regal goddess Hera feeling betrayed and humiliated on numerous occasions. To make matters even worse, Zeus often showed more favor towards the offspring of his illicit liaisons than he did to the children Hera bore him. In Greek mythology Hera, although wounded, remained faithful and steadfast in her loyalty to Zeus, electing instead to vent her fury on the other women rather than Zeus himself even though it was usually Zeus who had deceived, seduced or raped the innocent women. This wasn't always Hera's reaction, however. On one occasion she decided to give Zeus a "taste of his own medicine" by conceiving and delivering a child by herself, proving that she really didn't need him anyway. It didn't work out quite as she'd hoped. She gave birth, as the sole parent, to Hephaestus (God of the Forge) who was born with a deformity that made him lame. Zeus was not impressed, and Hera rejected her son, sending him away from Mount Olympus to grow up among the mortals. At other times, in reaction to his continuing infidelities, the goddess Hera simply withdrew from Zeus and the other Olympian gods and goddesses and wandered around the earth, often in darkness, always eventually ending up back at the home where she'd spend her happy youth. In spite of how he had mistreated her, Zeus did love Hera and, more than that, felt as if part of himself was missing when she was not there for him. Once, panicked that Hera didn't seem to be in any hurry to return this time, he invited her to a "mock" marriage ceremony that he'd arranged to a princess near her home. She couldn't help but be amused to discover him making his vows, not to a princess, but a statue! Hera's laughter broke the ice, and she forgave him and returned to Mount Olympus to resume her role as wife and queen. It is unfortunate that it is not the goddess Hera's nurturing or her steadfastness in the face of adversity that are remembered today, but mostly the stories of her jealousy and vindictiveness. Some historians argue that the goddess Hera was unjustly portrayed in the famous stories of Homer, probably because he was himself victimized by a mean and shrewish wife. More than any of the other Greek goddesses, the goddess Hera reminds us that there is both light and dark within each of us and that joy and pain are inextricably linked in life. The Greek goddess Hera represents the fullness of life and affirms that we can use our own wisdom in the pursuit of any goal we choose.
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