Queen of His Heart

When Hera flees to Paris to get away from Zeus and enjoy a little dalliance, she gets far more than she bargained for…

Queen of His Heart

Disguised Desire Collection

by

Marie Medina

M
F, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, VOYEURISM, MENAGE SEX WITH MM INTERACTION (SECONDARY CHARACTERS),
SPANKING,
ANAL SEX,
&
RIMMING

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Queen of His Heart

Disguised Desire Collection

Copyright ©
2015
by
Marie Medina

First
E-book Publication:
October
2015

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Olympians
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Queen of His Heart

Hera stopped on the balcony and surveyed the party below. Her gaze fell on Christian, who owned the chateau. He raised his glass and gave her a wicked smile, but then he turned back to his other guests. Hera crossed her arms and leaned against a column, not bothering to hide her frown. She’d been promised a decadent evening, and she’d felt certain an invitation-only party thrown by a notorious bohemian would be able to deliver. Thus far, the year 1896 left her unimpressed and just as bored as she’d been when she’d decided to leave Olympus.

She’d seen a few couples snuggling in corners, but no true revels had begun just yet. The drunken men were laughing too loudly while the intoxicated women leaned against them. She’d literally been to this same party a dozen times in as many different time periods. A few guests hovered over the food and kept calling for more wine and champagne, but she didn’t see anything or anyone promising.

“Dionysus?” Hera said, sending a call out to the other god.

She heard footsteps behind her, very deliberate ones. She adjusted her own golden mask, which had been slipping down, to look at the man who’d approached her. Dionysus wore the uniform of a dragoon, his mask a mix of navy and white, like his uniform. He took Hera’s hand and kissed it, his lips lingering.

“My queen. What is your pleasure?” he asked. He held on to her hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She drew her hand away. “What’s the fun if we have to stir them up in the first place?”

“It shouldn’t be too hard. A masked ball in a private home? It gives one a sense of anonymity. Of daring. Perhaps we could spy on some of the more enthusiastic revelers? They’ve already retreated upstairs.”

Hera scanned the room once more. She had arrived late and hadn’t considered that option. “Perhaps.” She gave a shrug and then extended her arm to Dionysus. “Why not?” She smiled, but it didn’t stick.

“Is something wrong? You don’t seem yourself,” Dionysus said as they moved through the crowd and up the next flight of stairs.

“Zeus has been … odd lately. I think he’s trying to get my attention. One day he’s all love and devotion, and the next he’s dangling some lovely creature in front of me.”

Dionysus kissed her hand again. “He knows he is wed to the perfect woman yet will never fully possess her. It must frustrate him.”

“He prefers it that way. If I were completely his, he’d have to also be completely mine.” She smiled as she chuckled. “He wouldn’t like that for very long at all. No telling what cute little nymph would wander by the moment he committed to such a thing.”

Dionysus led her into a small, dark room. A large bed dominated the space, and a mirror covered one wall. Only, it wasn’t exactly an ordinary mirror. After he’d closed the door, Dionysus reclined on the bed and pulled Hera to lie in front of him.

“You may find this inspiring, my queen.” He kissed her neck. “And if you do, I am at your service.”

Hera pulled a plush pillow close and wrapped her arms round it and rested her chin on it. “It does look promising. Do they know they’re observed?”

“Oh yes. They desire it. Come here for this very indulgence.”

A curvy brunette with plump red lips and a heart-shaped ass stood between two blond men. They had undressed her completely and now fondled and kissed her body. The man behind her, who had much longer hair, held her breasts up for the other man to feast upon them. When the woman cried out in pleasure, the man lifted his head and kissed her as he pinched the nipples he’d just been suckling. She touched them both through their trousers as she writhed between them. Leaning back, she kissed the other man and smiled at them both, whispering something Hera couldn’t quite hear. She got down on her knees as they undressed and smiled at each other, and soon she took turns sucking them both. The men’s heads fell back in rapture as she took their impressive cocks deep.

Dionysus let his hand roam over Hera’s hip, but he made no bolder move. Hera pressed back against him and felt his hard cock. She wore a white silk toga—she almost always came to costume parties as herself, no matter the time period. Pushing the material off her shoulder, she said to Dionysus, “You may touch my breasts, darling.”

Dionysus did so, cupping them and toying with her nipples. Hera sighed as her body responded. Now the girl stood between her two lovers again. They touched her as if they’d been together this way before. The girl moved to a table and got onto it, and the man with shorter hair knelt to lick her pussy.

“Are you wet, my queen?” Dionysus asked.

She pulled her toga up to her waist as the second man began to play with the girl’s breasts. “Touch me and find out.”

Dionysus slid his hand over her thigh and circled her clit. Then he plunged two fingers down and entered her. He moaned and pressed his still covered cock against her ass. His lips brushed her neck, and then his teeth grazed her skin.

The girl lay on the bed now, the short-haired man taking her. The other man brought his cock to her lips as his fingers fondled her breasts. Hera rolled to her back but kept watching the ménage before her. Dionysus suckled her breasts, his mouth both skilled and hungry. He moved down her body and lapped at her clit, then sucked it. He thrust his fingers back into her.

“May I, my queen?”

She snapped her fingers, and his costume disappeared. He wore only his mask, and he looked amazing. His broad-shouldered frame was tan and hard. She reached out to caress his bulging muscles. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft. His green eyes flashed at her as he thrust his hips into her fist. She let her thumb play over the tip, which was wet. He leaned over to suckle her breasts again, and she ran her fingers through his silky brown hair as he used his teeth, nipping at her skin hard enough to leave a mark with his ardor.

“Yes. You may. It’s been a long time since I enjoyed your cock.”

He rubbed his cock against her pussy before entering her. He filled her well, the shaft wide and thick. The ecstasy on his face increased as she touched his chest and arms. She glanced back to the threesome on the bed. Both men now sprayed their cum on her tits, and she rubbed it into her skin, laughing. She glanced to the mirror and smiled, as if for her unseen audience, her expression well sated and happy. One man kissed her mouth as the other kissed her thighs.

Hera frowned, wishing she’d been watching as the girl came. Dionysus had his eyes closed, and he approached his first orgasm. Her ennui annoyed her. She ought to be on the edge with him, and she tightened her channel to stimulate him more. The sooner he finished, the sooner they could begin again, and this time she would give him her full attention. Dionysus whispered her name and opened his eyes as he leaned close to her.

And then he disappeared.

She sat up quickly and looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Dionysus? Where are you?

No answer.

“Dionysus?”

Iris, Hera’s messenger, appeared at her side. She bowed. “I have a message.”

Hera sighed and began righting her toga. She hadn’t been close to coming, but it still perturbed her that she’d been interrupted. Dionysus had one thing in spades, and that was stamina. He would’ve satisfied her well before the end of the night.

“Let me guess. When Zeus found out where I was going, he got jealous.”

Iris nodded. “Something like that.” She glanced around. “He’s here, watching.”

Hera gave the room a scowling glance as she asked, “And where is Dionysus?”

Iris nodded to the scene beyond the mirror. Dionysus plunged into the brunette girl, who was now on her knees taking turns sucking the other two men. They didn’t seem to mind having their threesome taken over by a stranger, and Dionysus looked fabulous as he powered into the girl.

“A reward, since Zeus sees you as the temptress,” Iris said with a sigh. “His words.”

Hera rolled her eyes. “Hmph. More like he and Dionysus have had a few threesomes themselves.”

This time, Hera saw the girl come, and she clenched her fists as she watched. Dionysus aroused Hera all over again as he spilled into the girl and smacked her on the ass. Every muscle on his perfect body flexed and glistened with sweat. She scowled once again at the pleasure on the girl’s face.

“That orgasm was mine.” Hera smoothed her hair and adjusted her mask. “Are other gods the only ones off limits? Or will he stop me from finding pleasure with mortals as well?”

Iris glanced to the ceiling, a look of concentration on her face, and Hera knew she was listening to Zeus. After a moment, she said, “You may dally with any mortal you wish, he says.”

Hera raised one eyebrow. “But will he interrupt again?”

Iris paused. “He says he won’t deny you again tonight. He simply didn’t wish to see Dionysus spill into you.” She drew closer and sat by Hera. “He looked quite angry when he sent me. I’ve heard Dionysus is an amazing lover.”

“He is. I’ve been with him many times. Zeus never objected before.” She crossed her arms. “These moods of his, I swear.”

Iris folded her hands in her lap. “Do you wish to send a message back?”

Hera laughed without humor. “I’m sure he’s listening.”

“Yes, I’d say he is.” Iris glanced back to the two-way mirror. “Oh my.”

Hera turned to look as well. Whether the two young men had been interested in each other before or not, they seemed to be now. The short-haired man lay across the bed being vigorously fucked by the other blond. Dionysus stood behind the long-haired man, gripping his hips and taking him the same way. The man cried out in pleasure as his body moved between being buried in one man and being impaled by another. The girl reclined on the bed, fingering herself, but she soon came—at Dionysus’ bidding—and straddled the face of the man lying down.

Hera sighed and stood up. “I think I’ll be leaving now.”

Iris stood and opened the door for her. “There’s not really anything wrong with a devoted husband.”

Hera smiled. “Then go home to yours. I’ll make sure Zeus doesn’t bother you anymore tonight.”

Iris smiled and bowed before disappearing in a cascade of sparkles that reflected every color in the rainbow. Hera walked down the hall, considering each of the doors. Men and women filled each room, loving each other in various combinations. She raised both eyebrows this time. The party had proved to be more decadent than she had at first thought. She took a quick peek into each room, but she chose not to join any of them. She kept going until she reached a balcony, and she stepped out into the balmy air.

Paris wasn’t far away. The city sparkled before her, and it looked quiet and peaceful, even though by this time of night there were likely many parties similar to this one going on. The streets of the more bohemian districts probably bustled with life and laughter.

“Your costume is lovely, mademoiselle,” a quiet voice behind her said.

Hera turned and saw a dark-haired young man sitting in the corner of the balcony. He likewise wore a toga along with a laurel wreath crowning his dark curls and a shining silver mask over his eyes, which looked dull and sad.

“Thank you. I’m meant to be Hera, the queen of the gods.” She leaned on the railing. “And who are you?”

“You may laugh.”

She smiled to encourage him, sensing his shyness. “I won’t. Tell me.”

“Herodotus, the man who chronicled the Persian wars.”

“Yes, I know who he is.”

That made the young man’s face brighten a bit. “I teach history for an affluent family.”

“I see. And what is a history teacher doing here?”

“Chasing a young lady who doesn’t love me. She invited me here, yet as soon as we arrived, she went off with another man. When I saw her again, she looked rather … disheveled. She tried to pawn me off on some of her friends, but I have no…”

“Appetite for such pleasures?”

“Indeed not.” He removed the laurel wreath and the thin silver mask he wore. “I don’t want to be with another girl, and I don’t want to get drunk. There’s little reason for me to stay. I don’t know anyone else here.”

Hera leaned over and kissed his temple. His eyes clouded a moment. “What was I saying?” he asked.

“I think you were saying you had to go home to prepare lessons for your young pupils. But you wished to walk in the garden first.”

“Yes, of course.” He rubbed his forehead, laughing. “I noted them when I arrived.” He rose and held out his arm. “Do you wish to take a turn with me? The flowers look quite exotic from here.”

“I’ve been here before, so I’ve already seen them. But do go and,” she grinned, “enjoy yourself.”

The young man smiled and gave her a nod before going back inside to make his way to the gardens. She sat down and sighed.

“What did you just do?” a hushed voice asked.

Hera knew that voice. She turned and saw her husband standing in the doorway. He had come dressed as a matador, and she tried to ignore how well the costume hugged his muscular frame. She rose and put her hands on her hips. “Making sure that young man has a nice evening.”

“And how did you arrange that?”

“I helped him.”

Zeus narrowed his eyes as his lips turned up in a smile. “Did you?”

“Yes. He won’t get his head turned again until he meets his wife.”

“Aphrodite help you with that one?” Zeus asked.

She shook her head. “No. I’m the goddess of marriage, after all. I simply made him impervious to the charms of everyone but his future beloved.” Turning back to the city below, she added, “She’s out there—somewhere—and eventually he’ll meet her.”

“You should teach me that one. I need to learn that trick. And fast.” He grabbed her by the waist and drew her close. “I can’t seem to make my beloved happy or keep her from being charmed away from me constantly.”

Hera withdrew from his arms, gently yet with a firmness she hoped he understood. “You’ve strayed twice as often as I have. I truly don’t see why you care.”