The wedding reception was a garden party held upon a day of blue skies and sweetly rising heat. Love was in the air as if it were a new kind of electricity, so palpable and real as it always was at the Garden of Hesperides. ''I do... I do too '' Hera's eyes sparkled as she said the two words that would make her the queen of the universe. She had on a blue flowing robe that failed to hide her delicate sensual female features. She wore her hair up in a messy bun that was decorated with a variety of aster flowers that symbolized youth, and beauty. The mauve color of the flowers made her blue eyes even more pronounced...those blue eyes that drove Zeus mad...that gave him even more reasons to put an end to his father and take the throne for himself. That way the apple of his eye, his queen, would then be everyone's queen. ''You may kiss the bride''. Zeus held Hera's waist ever so delicately and at first, gently brushed his lips against her's. Her face was so close to his that he could smell the sweet ropy fragrance of the berry juice that colored her delicate soft pink lips. Hera's heart beat faster and faster as Zeus's handsome face came down to hers. He kissed her softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. '' Save some for your honeymoon,'' said Hades in a rather cheerful manner that was unlike him. Zeus smiled at Hades and led his wife to the reception, the congregation of gods followed closely behind them silently whispering about how in love the new couple looked.
The celebration was a happy one filled with blessings, good wishes, and presents, but finally, it was time for the new couple to be left alone and start their new lives together as a couple...a unit.
The butler then led the newlyweds up to the staircase to .their matrimonial room. The room that they would have most of their happy moments in..or so they thought. The butler left and Zeus and his new wife were now alone. Zeus drew closer to Hera, lowered his mouth to hers, and found he was right, there was the passion there, and fire and they poured into him, seared through him. Hera's blood pounded in her veins nearly as hard as his, as she rose up on tiptoe to meet him. Zeus devoured her mouth and found her as hungry for him as he was for her. Hera lost her mind, gave it up willingly. It was just the two of them...just him and her. Unreserved passion and lust met Zeus, incredibly. His tongue plunged between her lips, tasted her, found her tongue twined around his. The robe was in the way but there was a zip...a single zip. Zeus released it and thrust the robe away. His hands slipped over a curved, tight bottom, to draw her against his aching hardness and all he could think of was how much wanted her. Perfect, his hand cupped her perfectly. He slid his hand over one curved hip, over the smooth skin, slipped the lace down over it. Down, his fingers slid between her thighs. She jumped and twitched. He then pushed her on the bed and gently got on top of her, trailing kisses up her body to her neck. Hera's hips lifted to his touch as his fingers sifted between those golden curls and she cried out on a half sob of pleasure as he touched delicate, aching flesh. All Hera could feel was his touch, all she knew was the heat that moved through her...She was nearly speechless, nearly mindless. On the bed Hera and Zeus rolled together into one giggling snowball of full-figured copulation, moaning as they playfully bit and pulled at each other in a dangerous and clamorous rollercoaster coil of sexually violent rotation with Hera's breasts barrel-rolled across Zeus's howling mouth and the pained frenzy of his bulbous salutation extenuating his excitement as it whacked and smacked its way into every muscle of Hera's body.