Hera’s Bane

  Demigods and Monsters: Book Two

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2021. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Afterword:

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The night sky was hazy as we drove into the city. It was just two hours since Jason’s betrayal and Lillian’s destruction of our home. It was just after three in the morning, and I think everyone was in a bit of shock. I was starving, but otherwise fine thanks to Janice’s healing. Even my scars on my chest and back were gone from the sword, thanks to Ginny.

  I actually felt a little self-conscious, being behind the wheel of her hot pink Audi convertible. I knew better than to show it or accuse my Ginny of blasphemy. She was a vivacious woman who grabbed life by the horns, wonderful really, but her pink car was an obsession and a pet peeve if anyone disparaged it.

  She looked fantastic of course, despite our crazy night. Her power over beauty meant no stains, nasty smells from battle, or even wrinkles for that matter, and from her touch I imagined I looked just as good. She was in a pair of skintight designer jeans and a pink, purple and dark blue blouse that meshed and cross-faded the colors in swirls. They clung and flattered her lushly sumptuous figure quite a bit.

  Ginny was five foot six, with shiny black hair that looked like silken liquid midnight flowing down her curvy body. She had the same lovely cerulean eyes as her mother, save Aphrodite’s were speckled with what looked like stars. Her face had an angelic beauty, delicate with soft cheekbones, full lips, and perfect skin. Her body was a sumptuously feminine hourglass with rounded D cups and a generous bubbled ass that was as deliciously supple and tight as her proud breasts.

  We were all a little in shock, and though we hadn’t planned at all yet, I knew we all had revenge in mind. Being on the defensive hadn’t worked, partly in thanks to Jason’s betrayal, but it was more than that. We were at war, and if we wanted our enemy to back off then we’d have to make the cost of war too high for them to continue waging it.

  My monster twins were in the back seat cuddled together and looked damned exhausted, probably from carrying us around the skies in their other form, winged lionesses. Their beauty was perhaps just as striking as my Ginny’s, but from the opposite end. They had severe cheekbones, thin faces with perfect skin, and an exotic cast to their features. They were all severe and seductive beauty that would look at home on a catwalk, and they had pouty lips. Their hair was all natural, a bright scarlet red as the base, but they both looked like they’d had it professionally frosted with silver and gold, giving them both an exotic look. Their bodies were slightly more sumptuous than my Ginny’s, at an inch taller at five feet and seven inches, they had equally mouthwateringly thin waists, but their heart shaped breasts were double D and quite proud for their size even if slightly sloped from weight alone. They also had tight heart shaped asses to die for.

  It was a bit surreal still at times, that all three were my mates. An Olympian demigoddess of beauty and two sexy as hell monsters. That last wasn’t a joke, I’d risked my life in claiming them, but now that they were mine their monster sides were submissive to that dominance. It’d remain so as well, as long as I kept them sated that is. My monster ladies were even more insatiable than my demigoddess was. The gods were a randy lot, and by extension so were their children. Though, that was a matter of small degrees.

  It’d become clear since all this craziness started that was down to the blood of the gods being in all our veins. I also wasn’t going to complain about it.

  That would’ve been surreal enough, except of course I had five mates, not three. The other two mates were in the car ahead of me. A true driving machine owned by my Janice, daughter of Hestia and my second demigoddess mate. It was a metallic blue Mustang Cobra. Riding next to her was my fifth and final mate Nicole, though she’d been the third I’d mated with. A sexy as hell air nymph.

  Janice was five feet and nine inches, with wavy bright reddish-brown hair. Her eyes were absolutely gorgeous, a light grey filled with green flecks and she had bowed lips. Her face had a girl next door classic fresh-faced beauty, with strong but not all that prominent cheekbones and lovely light tanned skin just short of fair. She had a lissome dancer’s body save her supple heart-shaped C cup breasts, with incredibly toned muscles that were only apparent when she moved with powerful grace. Otherwise, she was all feminine softness and gentle curves. She also had a tight pear-shaped ass to die for, over thin and lovely sculpted legs.

  Nicole was a petite sexpot. Her monster form had a silver beak on a hawk like face, and lovely white feathered wings that were steel barbed. In her human form, her face had a mischievous beauty, with fair skin and a smattering of freckles around her cute nose and a few under her green eyes which were flecked with gold. She was truly petite at five feet and one inch, with tight hourglass curves including her generous perfectly rounded B cups and tight little ass.

  Honestly, all my mates were tens in different ways, fantastically beautiful and alluringly sexy. Most demigods and monsters were. The latter ones with human forms anyway. Fortunately, my goddess had raised me on the scale the first night we were together, and I was starting to understand I was a match now for all of them. I looked mostly the same, she just took away the small flaws that’d made me a seven and gave me a perfectly symmetrical face.

  Of course, my goddess put us all to shame, but more on that later.

  Despite it only being a week, I thought I was deeply in love with Ginny, Janice, and Nicole, who I’d met and claimed all in quick succession over those first couple of days. My Dawn and Aurora, the twins, I’d just claimed yesterday, but I was already quite fond of them. Things seemed to move fast in my new world, and my mind still hadn’t really caught up yet to it all.

  Not even the multiple mates’ thing, but apparently my faithfulness to my potential mates was all about being there, protective, possessive, and never forsaking them. It was a bit of a double standard, as all my ladies were very much mine and mine alone, except for playing with each other within the family. Ginny however tried to set me straight on that with a long speech, it still hadn’t taken but I got it intellectually. Men and women were different.

  The third car that was behind mine held our allies, or the ones that were left anyway. Caroline was a daughter of Ares, but was a champion of the muses of dance, music, and art. She was quite a warrior. She just didn’t fight aggressive wars and thought her father was a bit too bloodthirsty, so had rebelled in that way.

  She had a cute face framed by light blonde hair and warm light brown eyes. Her toned dancer’s body was lissome and graceful at Janice’s height with smaller breasts. She also wasn’t a potential mate, just a friend and ally, partially owed to the fact she played for the other team that way. Her new companion as of yesterday afternoon was courtesy of me, I’d found the perfect monster to be her mate, and she’d taken a chance.

  Bree was similar in body to my Nicole. A petite sexpot with light brown hair and blue eyes at just five feet and one inch tall. Her curves were a tight hourglass with rounded B cups, a thin waist, and a pear-shaped ass at that height.

  That was it really, the eight of us alone stood against Hera’s champions and all the monsters and demons they could bring to the fight. Lillian was high ranking in my enemy’s camp. It wouldn’t be inaccurate to describe her as a regional manager of sorts, and her mate Hazel ran the local city. If it was just them, it wouldn’t be an issue at all, despite how deadly and powerful Lillian was, more than a match for me one on one considering I had half a year of training ahead of me before I really had a clue. My Janice was a match for her though, and might’ve beaten her last night, especially with Nicole’s help. That is, if I hadn’t gotten stabbed in the back and almost bled out because of Nike’s champion’s betrayal. We’d all been forced to retreat because of that.

  Regardless, they had monsters and demons to fight on their side, and we hadn’t really hurt them yet, but we would. A few lost monsters were easily replaced with breeding. We needed to hurt them badly enough to make Hera relent, but not so badly we started a full-scale war. But before we could plan exactly how to do that, we needed some sleep, some food, and for our minds to come to terms with our loss just a couple of hours ago.

  It was a miracle we’d all made it out of their alive, and I’d be dead myself, save Aurora fouling Jason’s aim when his sword lunged for my heart.

  “Are you sure about this? I mean, my house was blown up, our Janice’s burned down, and we’re going to your townhouse?”

  Gi
nny giggled, “Good point. But it’s in the city. A fire could take out a whole block of human homes, and even Lillian isn’t that reckless. They won’t be able to drag twelve monsters along with them into the city either, and none of them could transform if they did, or humans would notice, you know? For all the same reasons we didn’t have the twins just fly us there, and we had to go back to get our cars.

  “Anyway, I don’t think she’ll attack with just her and Hazel, and we’re going on the offensive sometime today, right?”

  “That’s true enough, as long as we attack first.”

  Ginny nodded, “It’s likely after their failure even with a traitor in our midst, they’ll request more demons before trying again. Then they’ll have to watch us and figure out how to draw us out. I’m fairly sure that puts the initiative squarely on us.”

  Right, as long as we didn’t take too long to plan ourselves.

  “My brain hurts, food and sleep.”

  Dawn said, “I like that plan, master.”

  Ginny smiled wanly, and then started playing with my leg, but after a moment her hand fell still and stayed on my leg the rest of the drive.

  At a guess, Ginny’s two-story townhouse was close to eighteen hundred square feet. The outside was a baby blue vinyl siding and there were off white window shutters. The door itself was an elaborate white with gold accents and frosted glass panes.

  We were all pretty quiet and wrung out as she let us in the door, and the eight of us shuffled inside.

  Janice much like her goddess was warm and welcoming, and she’d put her heart into the home that had been destroyed as we fled the property. Hers had been a reflection of her heart, both warm and welcoming, and exuded the sense of home where it just felt right taking your ease. It’d been what tipped me off at what laid beneath her bitchy persona. My Janice was warm and soothing, welcoming, and had that need within her so strongly it even informed her bedroom life.

  Point being, my vivacious Ginny’s place reflected her as well. Just as warm and inviting, but the warm invitation wasn’t to take our ease, it was a bright airy place that was an invitation to live life and party. The colors were very bright in the living room, with white leather couches, bright red and yellow artwork on the wall, and a light cherrywood stained floor. The end tables and coffee tables were glass, with little glass figurine knickknacks and an honest to god half-sized bar that looked elegant in light woods and gold framing.

  Next to the living room and front door entrance was stairs up to the second floor, and across the living room was an entrance to a full-sized kitchen and a back door to a tiny fenced in yard. The kitchen itself had a lot of bright red accents, and the counters were a white flecked marble. All the appliances were a matching bright eggshell white, and the table was meant for six, but I was sure we could all squeeze around it for meals.

  To the right of the kitchen was a large washer and dryer room, that also held her water heater. Lastly on the first floor was a workout room that held an elliptical, and a generous space with exercise mats on it. I knew Ginny was into yoga, and her sumptuously sexy body was far more limber and flexible than it had a right to be, so I imagined she did her workouts there.

  Janice and Nicole took charge at that point. My sexpot monster was learning to cook from the former, and Janice took quick stock of the kitchen, the food available, and started to whip up a quick easy meal to recharge our batteries. I imagined by the time it was done I’d be ready to pass out. We’d already had our six-some that night, just an hour or so before we’d been woken up, and I wasn’t sure anyone was in the mood after our abject failure.

  We had been earlier, from the adrenaline crash mixed with the need for life-affirming sex after we all escaped death. But after flying around so long and the drive into the city, exhaustion had hit us all pretty hard.

  It was all dry foods of course, any food in the fridge had been there too long since she hadn’t been home in a week. But Janice got creative with pasta, sauce, and seemed to approve of Ginny’s spice rack. She looked distastefully at the store-bought garlic toast from the freezer, but warmed that up too, in the convection toaster oven, while breading and cooking pork chops she’d pulled from the freezer.

  While that went on, I checked out the upstairs. The three bedrooms were very generous in size, four actually, but the fourth was a small home office where she obviously ran her beauty business out of as far as keeping the books.

  The guest bedrooms were a little bare of knickknacks, but there was more of that bright art on the walls, and the décor was gender neutral with light brown bedding and cherry end tables and small dressers of slightly different shades in each. The walls themselves were painted a peach color, and both rooms had queen sized beds.

  The master bedroom was quite feminine however, with a rich red comforter and several dainty throw pillows of white and yellow on the king-sized bed. The dresser set was a pearl white with gold trim, and it included a wide full-sized framed mirror over the nine-drawer dresser, a vanity desk, a two-door wardrobe despite the fact she had a walk-in closet bigger than the master bedroom in my old house.

  Regardless, the six of us played together before bed, but we’d obviously be sleeping in two separate rooms. The six of us on one bed while fucking worked great with our bodies piled up and rubbing together, but for sleep it wasn’t nearly enough. That was something the ladies would work out though. I’d probably never know which two I’d be sleeping with until it happened, and I was more than happy with that. It would avoid even the appearance of favoritism and prevent jealousies.

  At some point I suspected we’d have a six-person custom bed twice as wide as a king to accommodate us all. I knew Janice had one on order, but even then, they’d be scheduling who got to sleep next to me. One less thing to worry about, I’d be possessive and protective, and be there for all of them when they needed me, but otherwise I’d leave the domestic bliss up to them and try not to screw it up.

  Point being, before I got off on a tangent, three of my ladies would sleep in a second bedroom, or perhaps me and two others. That’d leave the third bedroom for Caroline and Bree which worked out perfectly. The only negative I could see with us all staying there was there were only two bathrooms for the eight of us. An in-suite half bath and shower in the master bedroom and a full bath in the hallway for the other two rooms.

  There was a third bathroom, a quarter bath downstairs, just a toilet and sink, but that wouldn’t help when shower time came along. We’d manage.

  I wandered back downstairs, and then moved over and plopped into the couch next to Ginny. Aurora, Dawn, and Bree were napping half-awake on the other couch. I could only assume Caroline was in the kitchen with Janice and Nicole.

  “Love the place, it’s so you.”

  She raised an eyebrow.

  “Beautiful, sophisticated without being cloying, and an invitation to seize life by the horns. Vivaciously vibrant, just like my baby.”

  She blushed, and she gave me a warm melty kiss.

  I’d given them all pet names, save the twins. Ginny was baby and gorgeous, and sometimes in bed she was my naughty minx. While Janice was my haven, and in bed my dirty girl, dirty nymph, and at her insistence, cock-slave, as she’d named herself. She was also on occasion good girl. She was a bit kinky that way, which was all rooted back to her sincere and heart’s desire to be warm and welcoming, like it was too much for her heart to contain her desire to be my ease, so she used her kinky naughtiness as an outlet for it. Like her body was a place to take my ease, just as much as her wonderful meals and warm home.

  Which was gone now, her home I mean.

  Nicole was my kitten, she was a total sweet submissive in the sack, even when I was pounding her to her delight. She was wildly sweet and kittenish even when lost in the wanton abandon of licentious pleasure.

  They kind of named themselves based on their carnal appetites and general personality. I was still working on the twins, since I hadn’t known them long enough yet. Dawn was effervescent like my Ginny, but with a mischievously teasing and playful cast, and her twin sister was rather tempestuous though I wasn’t sure that word fit. Aurora did jump emotions fast, but so far they’d all been positive emotions, and tempestuous had a negative connotation to it that really didn’t fit. Passionately emotional might come closer.