The grand hall of Olympus pulsed with the heavy scent of ambrosia and roasted meats, golden light spilling from chandeliers shaped like captured stars while laughter and the clink of goblets echoed off marble columns veined with lightning. Zeus lounged upon his throne of thunder-forged ivory, his massive frame barely contained by the loose folds of his toga, one powerful hand already sliding beneath the thin silk of a mortal consort's gown to cup the soft swell of her ass. The woman, a supple nymph named Lira sent as tribute from some forgotten kingdom, gasped and arched into him, her thighs parting willingly as the king of gods traced thick fingers along the slick folds of her cunt, feeling the heat and wetness gather there with crude delight. "Such a tight little pussy," Zeus rumbled, his voice like distant thunder, pressing two fingers deep into her without preamble, pumping them slowly so the wet sounds carried over the feast's din. Lira moaned openly, her tits heaving against the low neckline of her dress as his thumb circled her swollen clit, the explicit friction drawing beads of her arousal down his knuckles.

He leaned closer, breath hot against her ear, and withdrew his fingers only to free his cock from beneath his robes—thick, veined, and already leaking precum in a glistening strand that he smeared across her parted lips. "Suck it, mortal," he commanded, and she obeyed at once, sinking to her knees between his spread thighs to take the heavy head into her mouth, tongue swirling around the flared ridge while her hand stroked the remaining length. Zeus groaned, hips shifting forward to push deeper, the wet heat of her throat gripping him as saliva dripped down his balls. Around them, lesser gods averted their eyes or watched with knowing smirks, the air thick with the musk of arousal and the crackle of restrained power. The consort gagged softly when he thrust further, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him with increasing fervor, spit and precum coating her chin in shiny trails.

Hera felt the betrayal like a fresh sting even before she crossed the threshold, her divine senses attuned to every illicit touch her husband bestowed. Fury coiled in her chest, yet she descended the grand staircase with regal poise, her peacock-feather gown whispering against the steps, golden diadem catching the light to cast sharp reflections across the hall. Her arrival silenced a portion of the revelers; mortals and immortals alike bowed their heads in respect laced with fear, for the queen's eyes burned with the cold fire of betrayed thrones. She moved through the crowd like a storm front, every step deliberate, her presence commanding the space until she stood at the edge of Zeus's dais. There she paused, watching him guide Lira's head with a firm grip on her hair, forcing his cock deeper into that eager mouth while the nymph's fingers delved between her own legs, rubbing her dripping cunt in frantic circles.

With a subtle flick of her wrist, hidden beneath the folds of her sleeve, Hera wove the first thread of sabotage—a whisper of divine will that sent a single golden goblet tipping from a nearby table. It spilled its contents in a deliberate arc, the nectar splashing across the consort's bare back and startling her into a cough that forced Zeus's cock from her lips in a spray of spit and precum. The interruption drew a low curse from the king, but Hera's expression remained composed, a faint smile playing at her lips as she approached. "Husband," she greeted, voice smooth as polished marble yet edged with venom, "how generous you are with your attentions this evening." Her gaze lingered on the flushed, glistening state of the mortal at his feet, noting every vulgar detail—the swollen lips, the slick evidence of their act—before she extended a hand to steady the nymph, her touch deceptively gentle.

Zeus met her stare with a roguish grin, though his cock remained exposed and throbbing, a bead of cum welling at the tip. He made no move to cover himself, instead stroking the shaft lazily as if to taunt her further. Hera's sabotage had only delayed his pleasure, and already he was pulling Lira back toward him, positioning her so that her ass faced outward while he lined his cock against the entrance to her cunt, the blunt head parting her folds with deliberate pressure. The hall watched in tense silence as he pushed inside, inch by thick inch, stretching her around his girth until her moans filled the air once more. Hera's fingers tightened imperceptibly on the arm of a nearby chair, her mind already spinning the next layer of retribution, even as the wet slap of flesh against flesh resumed and the queen stood unmoved, regal and terrible in her elegance.

Hera's fingers tightened imperceptibly on the arm of a nearby chair, her mind already spinning the next layer of retribution, even as the wet slap of flesh against flesh resumed and the queen stood unmoved, regal and terrible in her elegance. Zeus drove his cock deeper into Lira's dripping cunt with a guttural grunt, the thick shaft parting those slick, swollen lips inch by relentless inch until his heavy balls pressed flush against her ass. The nymph's body jolted forward with each powerful thrust, her tits swinging freely beneath the disheveled gown as her juices coated his length in shiny, obscene trails that stretched and snapped with every withdrawal. "That's it, take every fucking inch of your king's cock," Zeus growled, his voice rumbling through the hall like gathering thunder while his hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, slamming into her with wet, rhythmic force that echoed off the marble. Lira cried out, fingers scrabbling at the floor as her pussy clenched around him, the tight walls fluttering and sucking greedily at his invading girth, her clit throbbing visibly with each brutal stroke.

The queen watched without flinching, though the sight sent fresh waves of humiliated heat through her divine form, her own thighs pressing together beneath the peacock gown as unwanted arousal mingled with her rage. Zeus leaned over the mortal's back, one massive hand reaching around to roughly pinch and roll her nipple before sliding lower to thumb her swollen clit in crude circles, drawing fresh gushes of nectar from her stretched cunt. "Scream for it, little slut," he commanded, pounding faster now, the slap of skin on skin punctuated by the squelch of her soaked pussy yielding to his cock. Lira obeyed with a broken moan, pushing back against him to take him even deeper, her ass jiggling with the impact as precum and her own arousal mixed into a frothy mess around the base of his shaft. Hera's sabotage lingered in the spilled nectar still glistening on the nymph's skin, but it had only fueled Zeus's lust, his hips snapping forward with animalistic drive while lesser gods shifted uncomfortably or openly stroked themselves at the display.

Yet the queen's poise never cracked as she circled the dais with deliberate grace, her presence drawing every eye even as Zeus buried himself to the hilt and held there, grinding his cockhead against Lira's cervix in slow, deliberate rolls that made the nymph's cunt spasm and drip in rivulets down her trembling thighs. "You honor us all with such... vigor, my lord," Hera said smoothly, her voice cutting through the wet sounds of fucking like a blade, though her fingers itched to summon a storm that would douse their coupling entirely. Inside, her mind raced with the sting of betrayal, the image of his cock—veined, throbbing, and now slick with another woman's essence—burning behind her eyes as she fought the urge to rip Lira away and claim her husband's attention through force. Zeus merely chuckled, pulling back only to slam home again, his balls slapping audibly against the nymph's ass while he reached up to fist her hair and yank her head back. "Jealous, wife?" he taunted, voice thick with pleasure as Lira's pussy gripped him tighter, milking his length with rhythmic pulses that had his shaft pulsing visibly inside her stretched hole.

The hall's air grew heavier with the musk of sex, sweat beading on Lira's flushed skin as Zeus fucked her with mounting intensity, each thrust forcing a fresh squirt of arousal from her cunt that splattered the floor in wet spots. Hera stood close enough now to smell it all—the sharp tang of precum leaking from Zeus's tip with every withdrawal, the salty sweetness of the mortal's sweat, the raw, animal heat radiating from their joined bodies. Her sabotage had been but the first thread; already she wove another, a subtle shift in the air that would make the consort's limbs grow heavy with divine fatigue after her peak, denying Zeus full release until Hera chose otherwise. Yet for now she observed, regal mask intact while her core ached with a twisted mix of fury and reluctant need, watching as Zeus's cock plunged in and out of that greedy cunt, stretching it wide around his girth until Lira's moans turned to desperate sobs of pleasure.

"Harder, my king—fill this worthless mortal's hole," the nymph begged between gasps, her fingers reaching back to spread her ass cheeks wider, inviting deeper penetration as Zeus obliged with a roar, his thrusts growing erratic and punishing, the wet squelch of his cock churning her sopping pussy filling the silence. Hera's eyes narrowed, a faint glow of power flickering at her fingertips as she prepared the next calculated move, her gaze locked on the explicit sight of her husband's balls tightening with impending release. The queen's heart twisted with that eternal ache of betrayal, but she channeled it into cold calculation, her elegant form a stark contrast to the primal rutting before her. Zeus's hand cracked against Lira's ass in a sharp slap that left a red handprint, his cock driving home one final time as he grunted, "Take my seed, whore," the first hot spurt of cum already beginning to pulse into her depths while the feast hall held its collective breath.

Zeus's hand cracked against Lira's ass in a sharp slap that left a red handprint, his cock driving home one final time as he grunted, "Take my seed, whore," the first hot spurt of cum already beginning to pulse into her depths while the feast hall held its collective breath. The thick jets erupted in heavy, rhythmic surges, flooding her stretched cunt with rope after rope of molten seed that painted her inner walls in searing white streaks, the sheer volume forcing her swollen pussy lips to flutter and leak around the pulsing girth of his shaft. Lira's body convulsed, her cunt clamping down in wet spasms that milked every throbbing inch of him, sucking greedily at his cockhead as it lodged against her cervix, forcing the cum to pool deep inside her womb until excess rivulets began to squirt out around his buried length in frothy, obscene dribbles that coated his balls and dripped to the marble floor in sticky splatters.

Hera's breath caught in her throat despite her iron will, the sight of her husband's cock buried to the hilt in that mortal's quivering hole twisting like a blade in her chest, yet she remained frozen in place, regal and unmoving as the queen she was, powerless to intervene while the explicit violation unfolded before the entire hall. Her fingers dug into the chair arm until the wood creaked, divine power crackling faintly at her fingertips in suppressed fury, but the knowledge that any overt move would only amuse Zeus further kept her rooted, her own neglected body betraying her with a traitorous slickness gathering between her thighs as the sounds of his release filled the air—the wet gurgles of cum overflowing that greedy cunt, the nymph's broken whimpers of overstimulation, the low, satisfied groans rumbling from Zeus's chest like distant thunder.

He didn't withdraw, choosing instead to grind his hips in slow, deliberate circles, his cock pulsing again and again as he pumped the last thick waves of cum straight into Lira's wonderful pussy, the head flaring wide to seal every drop inside while her walls rippled and clenched around him in helpless ecstasy. "Fuck, that's it—take it all, you tight little mortal slut," Zeus growled, one hand reaching down to spread her ass cheeks wider so he could watch the creamy mess ooze from her stretched entrance, his balls twitching visibly with each spurt as the excess semen bubbled out in thick globs, coating her inner thighs in glistening trails that caught the golden light of the hall. Lira sobbed in pleasure, pushing back against him to urge every last inch deeper, her fingers clawing at the floor as her cunt continued to milk him, the squelching sounds growing wetter and filthier with each subtle thrust he gave to force more of his load into her overflowing depths.

The queen's presence commanded the room even in her silence, lesser gods averting their gazes from the raw display while mortals trembled, yet Hera felt the sting of helplessness like a fresh brand across her immortal soul, her elegant form betraying none of the storm raging within as she watched Zeus claim his pleasure without restraint. She wove another subtle thread of sabotage with a flick of her wrist, this one sending a faint chill through the air that would leave the consort shivering and unsatisfied in the aftermath, denying Zeus the full satisfaction of her post-orgasmic warmth, though it did nothing to stop the relentless flow of his seed still pumping into that slick, welcoming pussy. The musky scent of their coupling thickened, heavy with the tang of fresh cum and the nymph's arousal, and Hera inhaled it with regal disdain, her peacock gown whispering as she shifted her stance to better observe the way his cock throbbed inside Lira's stretched hole, every vein standing out as it delivered its final, pulsing offerings.

With a final grunt, Zeus held himself buried deep, his shaft twitching as the last spurts tapered off into a slow, steady trickle that mingled with Lira's juices in a creamy froth around their joined bodies, her wonderful pussy visibly pulsing and clenching to draw every drop deeper while she moaned in sated exhaustion. Hera's eyes narrowed at the sight, her mind already calculating the next layer of retribution even as the raw, explicit evidence of his infidelity glistened on the mortal's thighs, a stark reminder of her eternal role as the betrayed wife who could only watch and scheme in the shadows of Olympus. The hall remained hushed, the air electric with tension and the fading echoes of wet flesh, as the queen stood her ground with unflinching poise, her heart a battlefield of rage and reluctant desire while Zeus finally began to withdraw, his cock sliding free with a wet pop that released a fresh cascade of cum from Lira's well-fucked cunt.

Hera's Eternal Reckoning: Queen of Betrayed Thrones