Perseus' Sexual Campaign

Hera - The Poolboy

Hera - The Poolboy

A new story I'm toying with. Sex blitzkrieg.

The door to the queen's chamber opened with a loud creak. The goddess in question sat alone at her dresser- her husband was absent for the day bedding nature spirits and minor goddesses alike. Once again she would spend the day, and likely the night too, alone.

But for now their guest, their new servant had arrived. The mysterious god who had shown up to Olympus but a few days previous stood at her door, a commanding aura about him despite the youth and inexperience he clearly possessed. "Queen Hera. You called?" He greeted, and the goddess stood.

"Yes. As you are to earn your place among the gods, you are first to serve as our... helper, to put it respectfully. With my husband gone I'm taking full advantage of your debt to put you to work." She said with a steely look on her face.

Percy nodded, having expected as much from the infamously cruel Olympian gods. "If that is what I must do to earn my place here then sure. Where do I start?" He asked, looking around and clapping his hands.

Hera turned back to her dresser and bent over to fish through the drawers, meanwhile Percy took the opportunity to give her behind a look. She was wearing a cerulean blue dress this afternoon and the position she was in had the already tight dress hugging beautifully with her posterior curves. Thankfully Hera did not spare a glance to the mirror or anything because he was very obvious in his staring.

She stood back up and looked in the mirror, putting on lipstick while giving him orders. Thankfully her standing up gave enough time for Percy to look away. "Now, as per my husband's request, all of our servants save for Ganymede are small fragile nymphs so while they can easily get the housework done, I'm afraid none of them are physically capable of the more trying outside chores. While I usually just pressure a satyr to come and do those things for me, I think it'd be easier to have someone who can't say no do it for us. Do you understand?" She asked, looking at him intently.

Percy nodded. "Yep. Just tell me what needs to be done and I'll get through it this afternoon." He complied, and Hera smiled. "Good. Well you can start with lawnmowing- yes we have lawnmowers on Olympus I know that's what they all say. Second you can chop firewood since I can't be bothered just using my powers, its my relaxation day. Third you can clean the pool and fourth and most importantly, get my drinks whenever I ask." She listed off.

Percy nodded and moved back to the door. "I'll get started on that right away." He assured her, leaving the bedchamber to head out into the backyard.

Zeus and Hera's palace was more like some rich snob's mansion than a traditional monarchical palace or some Ancient Greek temple. It was large, no doubt about it but for the most part it was just a rectangle with some backyard buildings.

He left down he stairs and out the backdoor, encountering no nymphs or servants anywhere. Must be their day off? He concluded in his head as he got outside.

The shed a dozen feet or so from the backyard's main lounging area contained the lawnmower, which was just the same as a normal one. Percy sighed, always having hated to have to start up these things, but he persevered and leaned down to yank on the cord.

He yanked a few times until it roared to life, and he was able to get started.

As the young god wheeled it around a the lawn back and forth, Hera came out no longer dressed in her dress but in a two piece swimsuit. She had a lawnchair sat right next to the pool in the sunlight and she lay down on it, an empty table next to her. The queen flipped her sunglassed down over her eyes and prepared to relax. "You! Come here!" She yelled, and somehow over the sound of the lawnmower Percy heard and and turned it off, walking over to her.