"What are you doing?"
In that mont, Hera’s mind was flooded with all the strange monts she had witnessed between Eros and Amphitrite lately.
Her face went pale in an instant, then flared bright red.
"You maniac! Are you out of your mind?!"
"Let go right now! I’m not doing this!"
Hera struggled to break free, but the difference in their physical strength was far too great.
Her fierce resistance ended up looking more like she was brushing up against him rather than escaping.
The overwhelming anger and panic in her chest made her breath co in short, sharp bursts. Her proud posture, fit for a queen was heaving with fury.
"No use fighting it. I’ve had this plan in mind from the very start."
Eros didn’t seem bothered by her struggling. He calmly brushed a few strands of her ssy hair behind her ear.
Leaning in, he whispered by her ear, "So, Your Majesty the Queen of the Gods, how does it feel to be completely at my rcy?"
His voice, his eyes, everything about him made it clear, he was completely serious. All pretense had been stripped away between them.
Hera forced herself to stay calm. Her icy expression returned as she t his gaze.
"If you let go now, I can pretend none of this happened," she said coldly. "But if you don’t, I swear on the na of Kronos’s bloodline..."
"For all eternity, I will curse you. I will see you nailed to the highest mountain, tornted day and night. You will know neither life nor death, only pain."
Her words were venomous, and her eyes were filled with wrath.
She would never accept being humiliated like this, never.
To her surprise, Eros smiled even more brightly.
"That’s the look I was hoping for. That’s what makes it worth it."
Then, in the middle of that furious glare, he leaned forward and bit her lip, not with desire, but to provoke a reaction. The mont was tense, but he stepped back almost instantly.
Though her words were laced with venom, he seed to relish her reactions more than any real physical contact.
He pulled back after a mont, wiping away a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Isn’t this how things were always ant to be between us? The anger, the hatred—it’s always been there. No curse you make can really change that."
Hera spat out a bit of blood, not even sure whether it was hers or his.
Her eyes were cold, filled with rage that couldn’t be contained.
Their so-called alliance had only existed under the guise of "Hebe." The history between Eros and Zeus had always been a wall between them.
Even if he hadn’t done this, there was no way she would ever reconcile with him.
There would never be friendship. Never true alliance.
"You almost killed with Python once. Then you saved from Typhon. Quite the balance, don’t you think?"
Eros whispered in her ear again, letting his words trail down to her neck.
He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t brutish. He didn’t want to force things. No, he wanted to savor every expression she made.
Rage, hatred, killing intent... even a flash of sothing he hadn’t expected: disappointnt.
All of it stirred sothing inside him. It wasn’t the physical contact he sought—it was the powerful emotions behind it.
That intensity, that storm of feeling, was what he truly fed on.
Hera said nothing. She only glared at him with eyes that could freeze the stars.
"Don’t look at like that. You saved from Typhon. That cancels out the ti you tried to kill . So now, you’ve earned the right to really hate ."
Eros chuckled and reached out again, not with cruelty, but with deliberate taunting—invading her personal space to get a rise out of her.
He didn’t stop until he saw her trembling from a mix of anger and humiliation.
"If it were my true body here, you’d never get away with this," she muttered through gritted teeth. "If we weren’t in Tartarus, I could call down Zeus’s thunder to obliterate you."
But the cruel truth was, this place, this mont, had given Eros the perfect chance.
Here in Tartarus, she had no strength left to resist, no escape, no backup. And Eros, sensing that rare opportunity, took full advantage.
His [Cosmic Force] flared brighter and brighter. But he held himself back. This wasn’t about rushing, he wanted to build it slowly, deliberately.
He didn’t need to look in a mirror to know he probably looked like a villain straight out of an epic tragedy. A dark god, taunting his rival’s queen.
And yet, that image excited him.
Each ti he provoked her, his [Small Universe] swelled with power.
Hera could only hold her breath and endure.
"It’s fine," she told herself. "It’s just this. This is nothing."
Zeus had done similar things before. She just had to close her eyes and endure.
But instead of feeling numb, she felt everything more clearly, the brush of his fingers, the whisper of breath across her collarbone. It wasn’t Zeus. It was soone she detested.
Her pride cracked. Her legs tensed. Her voice let out an involuntary sound of frustration and sha.
"Oh, Zeus... how did I end up like this?"
"Alright. That’s enough."
Eros finally stepped back, pulling away.
Hera opened her eyes, furious and breathless. "Happy now?"
"What are you talking about?" Eros said casually, wiping his fingers on her robe like nothing happened.
"This is only the beginning."
His [Cosmic Force], suppressed for so long, now burst out in full. It had reached its peak, ready to ignite.
Hera stared at him, dazed. Her lips parted slightly.
"Three... four... just how much power had he been holding back?"
Her expression, once only filled with rage now showed a flicker of genuine fear.
"No. Don’t."
That expression was the one Eros had been waiting for.
/////////////////////////
100 P.S = 1 Extra Chapter
For Advance Chapters, please visit and consider joining on P(a)treon!
p(a)treon/Lnee
1-2 Chapters daily on P(a)treon, will go up depends on the powerstone extra Chapters.
Reviews
All reviews (0)