God of Love and War
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+G through L › God of War
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
58,842
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hera
Divine Denial
Kratos, the God of War, stormed boldly into the throne room of Zeus, King of the Gods.
“Zeus!” The Ghost of Sparta called out and his voice echoed through the vast hall.
“My husband is not here, Spartan.” A slender woman appeared from the shadows, walking slowly toward him.
“Hera.” Kratos nodded, refusing to bow. “I must speak with Zeus.”
“I do not know where he is.” Hera’s voice was strangely dreary. Kratos gazed at her and saw the despair in her face and at once found his desire to speak with Zeus waning as a new desire waxed.
“Yes you do.” Kratos stepped closer and looked at the goddess closely. She was beautiful to be sure; her golden hair fell over her shoulders, framing an angular face that had seen far too many promises broken and dreams shattered. “Even now he is likely in the bed of some mortal woman, once more betraying you.”
“I will deal with the harlots.” Hera’s voice took on a cold edge of malice, and a jealous fury boiled in her blue eyes. “What business is it of yours?”
“You punish his lovers, my queen.” Kratos lowered his voice. “But why not punish your husband himself?”
Hera’s eyes widened in surprise. “And how, brave Spartan, would I do that?”
“Fire against fire.” Kratos set his large hands on the fragile shoulders of Hera.
“And why not?” Hera melted against the Spartan, her body surrendering to his embrace.
Kratos tore the robes from Hera’s lean body and cast them aside. His hands roamed over Hera’s nakedness, groping her firm breasts and slender bottom. Hera’s hands snaked down and unbound the beast between Kratos’s legs and stroked it to life.
“On his throne, Spartan.” Hera walked and pulled him along by his very manhood. “You will have me on his very throne!”
Kratos grinned with malicious glee as Hera pushed him down onto Zeus’s elegant throne. Olympus’s queen straddled his hips, wasting no time as she guided his mighty length into her warm vessel.
“Oh! AGH! It has been so long!” Hera moaned while her hips began churning. “I had almost forgotten!”
“Let me refresh your memory, my queen!” Kratos thrust up into Hera, his great rod filling her passage again and again with brutal passion.
“Oh, yes, Spartan! Drive your spear to my very depths!” Hera gasped. “We have not much time. AHHH!!! My husband could return at any moment!”
“Let him come!” Kratos growled, his lips descending on Hera’s breasts for a moment. “I will!”
“Yes, Spartan!” Hera nodded emphatically. “You must come! Sire a child in my womb!”
“Be warned,” Kratos cautioned. “If I am to leave no doubt, then I cannot be gentle.”
“Take me, Spartan!” Hera’s voice rang with authority. “Do what you must! I command you!”
Kratos rolled, forcing Hera under him. Zeus’s wife lay on her back, the majestic armrests of Zeus’s throne under her shoulders and knees, while the Ghost of Sparta knelt on his knees between her legs. The God of War draped Hera’s smooth legs over his broad shoulders. With a thundering war cry, Kratos began pounding his powerful hips into the tight entrance of Hera’s womb.
“Spartan! Yes! Faster! You must….FASTER!!!” Hera squealed, arching her back and groping her own breasts in a craze of ecstasy. “Zeus has not lain with me for what has seemed an eternity!”
“AAARRRHHHH!!!” Kratos grasped Hera’s hips in his hands and thrust into her even harder. “He is a fool!”
“I come, Spartan!” Hera shook with the power of her orgasm. “I feel my womb’s praises!”
“The first of many! AHHHH!!!” Kratos roared as his climax crashed through him, unleashing a flood of his seed into the queen of the gods.
Without a moment’s pause, Kratos once more began rutting into Hera, bringing screams of delight from the goddess. The God of War’s hands fondled the glorious orbs of Hera’s breasts, kneading the warm flesh as his thick spear thrust with relentless zeal.
“By all the gods, Spartan!” Hera returned his thrusts. “How could you have ever been a mere mortal? You ride me as Zeus never has!”
“Argh!!! Mortal perhaps, but I was never mere. Ahhhh!!!” Kratos exploded within Hera for the second time, casting the goddess into a world of pure pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes!!! Spartan!!!” Hera convulsed around Kratos’s erupting length, milking the beast. “Do not stop!”
Kratos obeyed his queen’s command, and soon they were caught in a feverish cycle of intense climax and brutal love. Hera’s womb, overflowing with the seed of Kratos, had never known such satisfaction. After three days of ceaseless pleasure, they at last heard Zeus’s approach. At the behest of Hera, Kratos slipped from the hall quietly while Hera dressed herself. The goddess stood at the grand entrance to the throne room, and greeted her husband as he stepped through.
“Greetings, my lord.” Hera bowed before the towering god.
“Hera, my dear.” Zeus smiled warmly. “I desire the pleasure of you in bed this night!”
“Forgive me, dear husband.” Hera smiled slyly. “I have had my fill of love for now.”
“But we have not lain together for some time!” Zeus shook his head in confusion.
“That is true.” Hera nodded and then stepped past him. “I must go lay down, dear. I am sore and very tired.”
Zeus watched in puzzlement as his wife departed. Shaking his bearded head, he turned and walked to his throne. Then he saw it. The majestic throne was dripping with the wetness of his wife’s debauchery. Shame pooled at the foot of his throne. For a long time, Zeus could only stare at the disgrace covering his very throne.
Then the storm began.
Kratos, the God of War, stormed boldly into the throne room of Zeus, King of the Gods.
“Zeus!” The Ghost of Sparta called out and his voice echoed through the vast hall.
“My husband is not here, Spartan.” A slender woman appeared from the shadows, walking slowly toward him.
“Hera.” Kratos nodded, refusing to bow. “I must speak with Zeus.”
“I do not know where he is.” Hera’s voice was strangely dreary. Kratos gazed at her and saw the despair in her face and at once found his desire to speak with Zeus waning as a new desire waxed.
“Yes you do.” Kratos stepped closer and looked at the goddess closely. She was beautiful to be sure; her golden hair fell over her shoulders, framing an angular face that had seen far too many promises broken and dreams shattered. “Even now he is likely in the bed of some mortal woman, once more betraying you.”
“I will deal with the harlots.” Hera’s voice took on a cold edge of malice, and a jealous fury boiled in her blue eyes. “What business is it of yours?”
“You punish his lovers, my queen.” Kratos lowered his voice. “But why not punish your husband himself?”
Hera’s eyes widened in surprise. “And how, brave Spartan, would I do that?”
“Fire against fire.” Kratos set his large hands on the fragile shoulders of Hera.
“And why not?” Hera melted against the Spartan, her body surrendering to his embrace.
Kratos tore the robes from Hera’s lean body and cast them aside. His hands roamed over Hera’s nakedness, groping her firm breasts and slender bottom. Hera’s hands snaked down and unbound the beast between Kratos’s legs and stroked it to life.
“On his throne, Spartan.” Hera walked and pulled him along by his very manhood. “You will have me on his very throne!”
Kratos grinned with malicious glee as Hera pushed him down onto Zeus’s elegant throne. Olympus’s queen straddled his hips, wasting no time as she guided his mighty length into her warm vessel.
“Oh! AGH! It has been so long!” Hera moaned while her hips began churning. “I had almost forgotten!”
“Let me refresh your memory, my queen!” Kratos thrust up into Hera, his great rod filling her passage again and again with brutal passion.
“Oh, yes, Spartan! Drive your spear to my very depths!” Hera gasped. “We have not much time. AHHH!!! My husband could return at any moment!”
“Let him come!” Kratos growled, his lips descending on Hera’s breasts for a moment. “I will!”
“Yes, Spartan!” Hera nodded emphatically. “You must come! Sire a child in my womb!”
“Be warned,” Kratos cautioned. “If I am to leave no doubt, then I cannot be gentle.”
“Take me, Spartan!” Hera’s voice rang with authority. “Do what you must! I command you!”
Kratos rolled, forcing Hera under him. Zeus’s wife lay on her back, the majestic armrests of Zeus’s throne under her shoulders and knees, while the Ghost of Sparta knelt on his knees between her legs. The God of War draped Hera’s smooth legs over his broad shoulders. With a thundering war cry, Kratos began pounding his powerful hips into the tight entrance of Hera’s womb.
“Spartan! Yes! Faster! You must….FASTER!!!” Hera squealed, arching her back and groping her own breasts in a craze of ecstasy. “Zeus has not lain with me for what has seemed an eternity!”
“AAARRRHHHH!!!” Kratos grasped Hera’s hips in his hands and thrust into her even harder. “He is a fool!”
“I come, Spartan!” Hera shook with the power of her orgasm. “I feel my womb’s praises!”
“The first of many! AHHHH!!!” Kratos roared as his climax crashed through him, unleashing a flood of his seed into the queen of the gods.
Without a moment’s pause, Kratos once more began rutting into Hera, bringing screams of delight from the goddess. The God of War’s hands fondled the glorious orbs of Hera’s breasts, kneading the warm flesh as his thick spear thrust with relentless zeal.
“By all the gods, Spartan!” Hera returned his thrusts. “How could you have ever been a mere mortal? You ride me as Zeus never has!”
“Argh!!! Mortal perhaps, but I was never mere. Ahhhh!!!” Kratos exploded within Hera for the second time, casting the goddess into a world of pure pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes!!! Spartan!!!” Hera convulsed around Kratos’s erupting length, milking the beast. “Do not stop!”
Kratos obeyed his queen’s command, and soon they were caught in a feverish cycle of intense climax and brutal love. Hera’s womb, overflowing with the seed of Kratos, had never known such satisfaction. After three days of ceaseless pleasure, they at last heard Zeus’s approach. At the behest of Hera, Kratos slipped from the hall quietly while Hera dressed herself. The goddess stood at the grand entrance to the throne room, and greeted her husband as he stepped through.
“Greetings, my lord.” Hera bowed before the towering god.
“Hera, my dear.” Zeus smiled warmly. “I desire the pleasure of you in bed this night!”
“Forgive me, dear husband.” Hera smiled slyly. “I have had my fill of love for now.”
“But we have not lain together for some time!” Zeus shook his head in confusion.
“That is true.” Hera nodded and then stepped past him. “I must go lay down, dear. I am sore and very tired.”
Zeus watched in puzzlement as his wife departed. Shaking his bearded head, he turned and walked to his throne. Then he saw it. The majestic throne was dripping with the wetness of his wife’s debauchery. Shame pooled at the foot of his throne. For a long time, Zeus could only stare at the disgrace covering his very throne.
Then the storm began.