Hera III

Hera was knelt down in the church house, having her privacy as she silently prays to the Soren, the god of love.

I need a sign Soren, I need to see what my purpose is in all of this. If my fate is to be with this Prince Harry then why? Am I to leave my home for this wet, muddy land just to be the smiling face next to the King of Kings?

Sure, he seems like the sort of man that would not mistreat a woman. The kind that would respect a woman over time. Yet, I can’t help but feel…. Lost.

Logan is going to the Holy War, to fight for you all, but he’s leaving me.

I need a sign, something to show me that the path you have put me on is the right path. Not one of misery. Anything, please, just give me anything.

The wooden door that enters the church creaks open, Hera turned her head and saw a father of the holy enter. Dressed in his brown robes and a blue circle in the middle, his head was bald as a new born baby. He gave a smile to Hera before walking on to his quarters.

I will wait for your sign.

Hera stood up and walked to the front of the church, she leant down and blew out a single candle to signify her message to the gods before she turned and walked to the entrance

As she stepped outside the light that was withheld from the wooden church walls hit her eyes and it took Hera a moment to adjust.

“Hi.” She heard a man’s voice say to her.

She turned her head and could see Logan standing to the side and staring at her with a straight face.

You’re not the sign I wanted. Hera thought to herself, she decided not to respond to her broth and continued to walk back towards the castle.

“Hera, you can’t ignore me forever!” Logan said whilst rushing to catch up to her.

“Oh I’ll try.” Hera spat back to him.

“What do you want from me!?” He asked loudly, causing a few of the peasant people in the street to turn and look.

“I don’t want you to leave me!” Hera shouted at him, she quickly stopped on the cobbled road and turned to face her brother. “I don’t want you to go and die in a war when you should be here with me!”

“Hera, this isn’t my place. This isn’t where I am supposed to be.” Logan told her, whilst staring into her eyes.

“Your place is with me!” Hera told him.

He stared back at her, his eyes were flickering around her face and although it looked as though he was desperate to speak, no words left his mouth.

Annoyed at his lack of excuses, Hera turned around and continued to march back towards the castle. After a minute or two she turned her head and was disappointed to not see Logan had followed her.

The church was only half an hours walk from the castle, the furthest that Lady Janet would allow Hera to travel on her own. Although not far, Hera was able to experience some of the city she would soon call home.

The roads were cobbled, the people were rushing around and hectic. Back home, the people all look well dressed and relaxed, in this city it is as though they must walk to live. The city buildings ran tall and blocked out a lot of the light from their yellow bricks and Hera can’t even hear the sound of the birds flying in the sky due to the rushing of the citizens feet.

Everything is incredibly… loud here. Hera thought to herself, stopping to take everything in.

After a moment of thought, Hera continued her walk back to the castle. She walked up the twenty steps to the castle entrance, a staircase she had no care for.

Before entering the castle Hera turned around and looked upon the city. From here she could see the roof tops all the way to the city walls, this castle clearly being on the highest point of the city. A tactical advantage being able to see all over the city Hera assumed.

Here went back into the castle, the hallway only being lit up by the many candles on the walls. A few feet in she saw Fleor emerge from one door and walk down the hall.

“Good morning.” Hera called to her, except, Fleor continued to walk and not pay Hera any attention. “Fleor?” Here called again.

“Hi.” Fleor said back but didn’t stop her walk, in fact she sped up and disappeared around a corner.

What’s happened with her? Probably disappointed to not have the attention she was getting for her birthday. Hera thought to herself.

As Hera turned the corner, Fleor had already ran down the hall and disappeared out of her sight. She decided not to pay too much attention into it and carried on back to her room. Upon entering Hera sees a sight that just added to her annoyance.

“What do you want?” She huffed out to her husband to be.

Harry stood there, dressed in his usual royal attire with the stick up his arse, yet his face was not the normal displeasing one he gave to Hera, one more of actual concern.

“I was informed about your brother, leaving for the Holy War.” Harry got out, his voice soft, unlike the last time they spoke after they kissed where he shouted and called Hera a harlot.

“And what does it have to do with you?” Hera barked back, she marched up to the prince and her finger planted firmly against his chest, “Come to bask in my misery? It’s torture enough that I have to move here and marry you, now my own brother is leaving me to die in a war that doesn’t matter!”

“Hera, I am not here to make things worse for you.” Harry whispered, “I…. I wish to help.”

“Help?!” Hera shouted at him, “Do you have the power to end our marriage?” Her finger still pointing firmly on his chest.

Hera’s eyes darted between his two deep, brown eyes. A look of care as he stared back at her. Hera could feel herself in a frenzy, as though all of her emotions are crashing through the surface, her blonde hair a mess and sticking to her face.

“Surely marriage to me would not be so bad.” Harry whispered to her, one of his hands slowly raising and lightly grasping hers.

“You are just a stupid little boy.” Hera whispered back, her anger feeling like it was melting away.

What is he doing? Hera screamed in her head, Why is he talking like this to me? Why isn’t he shouting at me!

“And you are an outlandish, loud mouthed, hurricane of a woman.” Harry whispered, his body inched forward until they were pressed together and his face a mere few inches from hers.

“Loving words from my future husband.” Hera quietly spat out.

“Would you be silence for once?” Harry argued to her.

Hera went to argue but before a word could leave her lips, her body froze in shock as Harry leant forward and planted his lips upon hers.

His soft, tender lips held against hers. Hera’s green eyes were holding wide open, staring at the man she has mentally fought with for so long as his eyes remained closed during their embrace.

He slowly pulled back and his brown eyes emerged once more.

What in the gods was that? Hera questioned to herself, Harry’s face a few inches away from hers.

Her emotions poured out of her and Hera couldn’t stop herself from leaning forward and planting her lips once again against the Princes.

She took his face into her hands and pulled him in close, she opened her mouth and lightly pressed her tongue against her betrothed only to feel him running his against hers. Harry’s hands started to explore her body, she could feel him grabbing onto her back. Shocked once again to feel him gripping on her arse cheek and pulling her waist in closer only to feel his manhood hard as a rock poking into her.

“Mmm,” Hera moaned into Harry’s mouth at the unexpected advance.

Her hands grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it over his head. For a moment she stared at his pale, toned body, Not a mark on him, She thought to herself. Bringing her hands back to his body she pressed her tongue into his mouth once again.

Hera felt the Princes’ hands start to untie the knots on the back of her leather tunic. To her surprise he was able to undo them quickly and lifting her hands into the air she found herself topless with this man.

The room was cold with just winter on it’s way, Hera’s nipples poked out stiff. She pulled him in for another embrace and the two used their bodies to keep the other warm. As her smaller yet soft breasts pressed against his body, Hera began to undo his trousers.

It took a few moments of kissing and fumbling until they were both completely naked. Hera could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach however she couldn’t bring herself to stop from kissing to have a look. She reached down and took him in her hands.

“Oh Harry.” She let out a small moan, pleasantly surprised by the young Princes’ size.

She slowly stroked his hard cock as Harry’s hands grabbed her arse cheeks, followed by her breasts as they made their way over to the bed.

Hera fell backwards, looking up at her naked husband to be and for the first time seeing his hard cock. Knowing how to please a man, Hera leant back onto her elbows and spread her tanned legs to show him her pussy. I bet this is his first time seeing one, she thought as he stared at her.

In pure confidence, Harry leant down and kissed is future wife once again and Hera felt his cock pressing against her. The encounter clearly having an effect on her, with every touch of his cock on her hole she felt herself grow wetter and wetter.

The two moved up the bed until Harry was lay on top of Hera, her legs wrapped around his waist, they shared a moment of silence as they stared deep into the other’s eyes.

Without saying a word, Hera reached down and took his hard cock into her hand once more and aimed it up with her wet pussy. With ease, Harry started to slide into her.

“Ooooh fuck.” Harry moaned out as Hera felt her lips wrap around his thick cock.

“Prince Harry, did you just swear in front of me?” Hera laughed as she felt inch after inch of him sliding inside of her.

He kept pushing until Hera felt his body against hers and she knew his cock was fully inside of her now, the no longer virgin Prince had his cock balls deep inside of her pussy, If someone told me an hour ago I would be in this position I would’ve laughed. Hera thought to herself for a moment before Harry kissed her again.

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“Ooooh fuck!” Hera moaned loudly as Harry surprisingly picked up his pace and started to fuck her.

Hera had imagined him to be a soft and delicate lover, it was a pleasant surprise to feel him fucking her harder and harder.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside of her at every thrust.

“Fuck…. Fuck…. Fuck…” Hera moaned over and over.

She grabbed onto his short, brown hair and pulled him in for a kiss. The two moaned into the other’s mouth as they fucked.

Hera couldn’t explain it, although she has had great pleasure in the past of the men and women she has fucked, this felt different. It felt more pleasurable, as though she is one with Harry.

The longer he fucked her, Hera started to feel her toes curling. Harry would grip onto her thigh and Hera’s body felt like it exploded from within.

“Yeeeeesss!” Harry moaned and Hera felt him explode inside of her.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she fought to catch her breath, Harry slowed down but had a steady pace of his cock sliding in and out of her as they lightly kissed.

Eventually he stopped with his cock still inside of her, although going softer.

“That was….” Hera panted out, “Unexpected.”

“Please surprise I hope?” Harry laughed out.

“Shut up.” Hera mocked back and pulled him in for another kiss.

She felt his cock pull out of her and he lay beside, the two still catching their breath and a huge smile on their faces.

“I guess you’re not as stuck up as I thought.” Hera joked.

“Oh I am, you just bring something out of me.” Harry told her back.

“So, that was your first time right?” Hera asked him, still staring at the dark ceiling with her bare chest slowly pumping up and down.

“Y-yeah.” Harry replied and Hera almost felt bad for making him feel insecure.

“Well, you’re a natural.” She said to help his ego. She rolled onto her side and began to tickle a fingertip along his body.

“Thanks.” He said back with a smile.

“So, tell me what brought that on?” Hera asked him, wondering how he went from hating her to wanting to fuck her.

“After we last kissed,” Harry said, seemingly trying to find the right words, “I could not get you out of my head. You are all I have thought about, then when I was told about your brother going to war I knew you would be hurting. I can’t explain it, I felt like I had to help you. I did not expect what just happened to happen though.”

“In all honesty, that first kiss was better than I expected. I only intended to vex you.” Hera told him before Harry interrupted.

“All you have done is vex me since your arrival.” He said with a laugh.

“What can I say, you’re easy to piss off.” Hera told him forcing a laugh from the Prince.

“I can honestly say I have never met a woman like you.” Harry told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in close.

“I’m sure you haven’t, but I will show you a thing or two my Prince.” Hera told him, looking into his eyes and feeling warmth from his embrace.

“I am sure you will.” Harry replied, leaning down and planting a soft kiss onto her lips.

This is unbelievable, Hera thought to herself as she relaxed with her future husband.

“I don’t intend for this to come out wrong,” Hera whispered, “however, if Lady Janet walks in on us like this then I will be in a lot of trouble.” although right now she wants nothing more than to lay with him a little longer.

“I agree, my father would not be best pleased to know what we’ve done.” Harry replied standing up and grabbing onto his trousers, “Would you join me for dinner tonight?”

Dinner? This is unbelievable. Hera thought to herself but was unable to hide her smile. Staring at her Prince as he got dressed in front of her, his surprisingly toned and fit body.

“That sounds wonderful.” Hera replied as she watched him get dressed.

“Perfect, I will see you later.” Harry said before sneaking out of her room, flashing her one last smile before he left.

Did that really just happen? Hera thought flopping back onto her bed, I just got fucked by the Prince.

She sat up onto her elbows and looked to the ceiling, Soren? Was that the sign I needed? To stay?

It isn’t until a few hours later when Hera heard a knock on the door, she wasn’t able to reply before the door opened and Lady Janet walked in, dressed in her usual black gown and looking as ghostly as ever.

“Hera, what have you been doing today?” Lady Janet asked.

“I went to the church for a little while and that’s all.” Hera replied back to her in a huff, even after getting the first sexual release she’s had since arriving in the capital, being in the company of Lady Janet brings her down.

“Good to see you still praying, now this evening….” Janet goes to speak but Hera interrupts.

“Actually Lady Janet, I am having dinner alone with Prince Harry this evening.” Hera told her with a smile on her face.

“Just you and the Prince?” Lady Janet asked, clearly surprised by this change of circumstance.

“Yes, is that a problem?” Hera asked her, enjoying the look of shock on her face.

“No problem at all,” Lady Janet says, holding onto the door and looking like she is unsure what to do now, “You will need a chaperone.”

“I will not!” Hera shouted back and standing up from her bed.

“You will, that is final young lady!” The older witch shouted back, putting Hera back into her place.

Hera goes to speak but nothing can leave her mouth, knowing better than to argue with Lady Janet or she would have to deal with the wrath of her mother.

“Good, I will see you tonight.” Lady Janet said with an evil grin on her face.

The door closed and once again Hera was on her own.

Fucking bitch! Hera moaned to herself.

A few hours later the sun was starting to set and Hera had gotten dressed. For a brief moment she considered wearing something more ladylike and keeping with the capitals traditions. However she decided she needed to show she was not going to change who she was, even for a Prince.

A knock on her door appeared.

“Come in.” Hera called out.

The door opened and Lady Janet’s ghoulish face showed, dressed all in black, what a surprise. Hera thought.

“I will be chaperoning you both tonight.” Lady Janet’s screeching voice said.

“If you must.” Hera scoffed and walked past her senior and into the hall, she heard Lady Janet give a little grumble but then follow behind her.

She made her way into the main hall, upon opening the door she saw Prince Harry stood, as usual he was dressed in formal royal clothes.

“Hera,” He said and a huge smile took over handsome face, that was soon gone when he clearly spotted their other guest, “And… Lady Janet?”

“She is chaperoning us.” Hera moaned to him. She went and stood opposite to the Prince at the long wooden table. She looked up and down and saw it was completely empty except for their spots with silverware.

“A welcomed guest.” Harry said.

“Pretend I am not here.” Lady Janet said and took a seat in the corner of the room, Hera looked over to see her reading an old book.

“Hera,” Harry said gently, grabbing her attention, “May I say you look beautiful tonight.”

Oh the gods, what is happening to me? Hera thought as she felt her stomach flutter, Harry’s being making her feel warm inside.

“Thank you, you look very handsome.” Hera replied and the betrothed took their seats.

“How has your evening been?” Harry questioned.

Hera turned her head when she heard the large wooden doors open and saw a servant coming in with a large flash. The young servant girls poured the crimson liquid into each of their glasses and disappeared back through the door.

Wine, thank the gods. Hera thought and then brought the glass to her mouth and took a sip, making a conscious effort not to gulp it down.

“Satisfying,” Hera said with a knowing smirk and almost made Harry choke on his wine, “How was yours?”

“Yes, very good.” Harry replied after he managed to take a proper drink.

For a few minutes there was awkward silence filling the hall, Hera made eye contact with Harry yet he wasn’t able to find any words.

“Tell me,” He finally got out, “Your fighting skill, how did you learn?”

“Fighting skill?” Lady Janet blurted out from the corner of the room.

“Yes,” Harry replied, Oh no, shut up, please shut up! Hera thought, “Hera bested me with ease on the training grounds not too long ago.”

“Did she really?” Lady Janet said in a disapproving tone and a frown towards Hera.

Fuck! Hera thought to herself.

“Harry and I had a little spar, nothing too serious.” Hera justified herself and then glared at Harry to join in her lie.

“Ah, yes,” He finally said, “It was just a little fun.”

“Hmm.” Lady Janet groaned and then returned to her book.

Looking back at Harry she saw him mouth the word “Sorry”.

“Well back in Edington I was allowed to train with the Elite Guard, Gal Jameson, he was my teacher.” Hera told him.

“Interesting, not many ladies here are trained in fighting arts,” Harry told her, “Especially not to your ability.”

“In Edington we do things… Differently.” Hera told him.

“As I am learning.” Harry replied.

“I am best with a sword, however I have been trained with a spear and an axe,” Hera informed him, “The only weapon I can’t seem to get the hang of is the bow and arrow.”

“Bow and arrow is a weapon for the patient, taking the time to pick your target, slowly draw back and fire. Patience… not being something I assume you learnt.” Harry said, ending his sentence with a chuckle.

“I find the bow and arrow a cowards weapon,” Hera argued back, “For people that cannot look their foe in the eye.”

“Agreed,” Harry replied, “You were trained with a spear, is that not a little primitive?”

“Got to be ready for all circumstances.” Hera told him.

More servants arrived carrying plates of food and put them in front of the pair. Hera looked down to see a perfectly cooked lamb carved on her plate, accompanied with roasted vegetables and a slice of bread.

“Thank you.” Hera said to the servant girl before she walked away. “Tell me Harry, where do you stand on the holy war?”

“The holy war?” Harry replied, clearly not expecting such a question.

“Yes,” Hera said, picking up her knife and fork and cutting into the lamb, “Any thoughts?”

“My father says that it is necessary to take the holy land back from the heathens in Pakrias, to stop their heathen ways to spread to Oswen.” He told her.

“And what do you think?” Hera asked, He has been trained to speak as a King, I wonder if he can speak openly to his future wife? Hera thought.

“Truthfully,” Harry said, he took a bite of his meat and then leaned in close and spoke in a whisper, “It is a distraction.”

“A distraction?” Hera questioned back, surprised by his answer.

“A way to keep the warmongers of the continent busy without having a war on the mainland.” Harry told her.

He does have a brain, Hera smirked to herself.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Hera told him, “But, are you not a religious man?”

“I am, without a doubt.” Harry told her, “However I believe that our gods would rather us look after the ones who worship them, not spread it by force.”

“And which gods do you pray to?” Hera asked.

Harry took a moment to ponder the question.

“Othlo, obviously,” He said, “The others I pray to most are Danu and Cian.”

“Cian?” Hera questioned back, “The God of plants, that’s an interesting one.”

“Cian is so much more than just plants,” Harry replied, some excitement appearing in his voice, “Did you know that after Cian singlehandedly planted every tree on the continent, he made his home where Yew Tope now lies. He created an oasis in the middle of a desert, somewhere where life ceased to grow, he created life.”

“You are more than meets the eye.” Hera said with a smile and washed down a mouthful of lamb with her wine.

“What about yourself?” Harry asked, “Which gods do you pray too?”

Hera thought about this for a moment, she knew she was not about to admit her recent prayers to Soran about her love life.

“Castor is my god of choice.” She told him confidently.

“The god of mischief, why does that not surprise me.” Harry said back to her.

As the evening went on the betrothed couple spoke about themselves, learning more and more about each other. Lady Janet kept to herself the whole evening and by the end Hera was unable to tear a smile from her face.

“I must say,” Harry said as he stood up after the servants took away their plates and the candles had run out of wax, “This has been a wonderful evening.”

“I agree.” Hera replied to him.

What I would do to sit on that beautiful face right now. Hera thought to herself with a wicked grin.

“I will say goodnight then.” Harry said.

“Good night, prince.” Hera replied. She turned around and saw Lady Janet stood at the door waiting for her.

Hera left the dining hall and walked down the corridor.

“You impressed me tonight.” Lady Janet said as they walked together.

“Tell someone who gives a fuck.” Hera snapped at her before slamming her bedroom door on Lady Janet.

Prince Harry, he is…. Wonderful. Hera thought, Who would’ve thought that stuck up Prince could turn out to be someone I enjoy.

Hera sat in her room for an hour when a whispering knock came to her door. Pulling her sheets off, she walked over and quietly opened it.

“Harry?” She whispered when she saw his grinning face, she pulled the door further open and saw he was still dressed in his noble attire.

Without saying a word the Prince shocked her again by leaning in and planting his lips against hers. Hera fell lost into her moment of lust yet again, she closed her eyes and pulled him inside. Pressing her lips against his before she accepted his tongue into her mouth.

In a few moments both were undressed and embracing each other.

Hera broke the kiss and saw the lust in her Prince’s eyes. With a grin, she silently lowered herself to the ground until she was eye level with his glorious cock.

She licked her lips, opened her mouth and leant forward.

“Ooooohhh.” Harry moaned a deep moan when Hera wrapped her lips around the shaft of his cock.

She gripped onto his hips and bobbed up and down on his thick cock, simultaneously massaging his head with her soft, wet tongue.

“Oh Hera,” Harry moaned, “That feels amazing.”

“Mmmm.” Hera moaned as she revelled in sucking his dick.

She bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster and took more of his cock down her throat until she could take it no more.

Hera pulled away from his cock, turned around and bent herself over the bed.

“I need you to fuck me.” She whispered to him.

She didn’t turn her head but she felt his hands grip onto her thighs and felt his cock pressing against her. Hera could feel how wet she had gotten by pleasing him and was ready to take him inside of her.

“Mmmmmmm!” Hera moaned and had to bite her lip to stop from screaming in pleasure when Harry slid his entire cock balls deep inside of her.

His hands kept squeezing and grabbing her arse cheeks as he thrust in and out of her, their bodies slapping against each other.

Hera’s breath became deeper and louder, she could feel her chest heaving as her Prince fucked her harder and harder.

Her entire body felt like explosions of pleasure were going off inside of her. Every time Harry was deep inside of her she let out a gasp of joy.

“Fuck…. Fuck…. Fuck…” Hera whispered over and over, then she felt it. “Fuuuuuuuckkkk.” Hera moaned louder than she intended when she felt pleasure climax.

At the same time she felt Harry’s cock expand inside of her and she felt him filling her insides up with his warm, thick cum.

Harry kept thrusting into her until they were both exhausted and satisfied.

“Oh Harry,” Hera moaned, she turned around and pulled him in for another kiss.

“I needed to see you again.” He told her as they held each other close.

“Oh, I’m glad you did.” She said with a smile and kissed him again.

The two lay on Hera’s bed and held onto each other for another hour, barely saying a word, they just enjoyed the others presence.

“I wish I could stay the night.” Harry said to her.

“So do I, but if we get caught we will both be fucked.” Hera said to him bluntly.

“Ever the ladies tongue.” Harry mocked.

“You love it.” Hera told him and planted another kiss on his lips.

“That I do.” He whispered, they stared deep into each others eyes.

One last kiss and then Harry left.