Such a Hera was adorable to the extreme.
Zeus finally arrived at the corner where Hera was alone, unceremoniously yet with irresistible tenderness, taking Hera's warm jade-like hand.
He gazed into her eyes, his voice low and full of magnetism, warmly asking: "My dearest Hera, my beloved goddess of fertility, have you missed me?"
This sudden intimacy made Hera stiffen all over. She instinctively looked toward Metis with a trace of panic, only to discover the goddess of wisdom was engaged in a rather "intense" friendly exchange with Demeter, the Lady of Night, the goddess of memory, and others. The atmosphere was fervent, and they were completely absorbed, with no attention to spare elsewhere.
Only then did Hera quietly lower her heart that had risen to her throat, but what followed was an even more overwhelming guilt toward Metis and indescribable heartache and bitterness.
She no longer heeded Zeus's words, trying forcefully to pull her hand from Zeus's broad and powerful palm. Just like countless times before, it could only end in failure.
In the end, she could only helplessly give up, allowing Zeus to hold her boneless delicate hand in his palm, playing with it as he pleased.
Zeus smiled triumphantly in his heart. He knew his beloved Hera could never truly refuse him.
But he also understood he couldn't push her too hard, so he led Hera to an even more inconspicuous secluded corner of the hall.
Then with a wave of his hand, a thunder barrier silently unfolded. The barrier was as thin as a cicada's wing, with fine golden lightning and intricate runes coursing across it, yet it completely isolated all sight and sound between inside and outside.
Although wherever the God-King was became the center of the universe, forever the place where the gods' gazes converged, facing the God-King's obvious unwillingness to be disturbed, all deities naturally chose to "turn a blind eye" with tacit understanding.
This kind of self-deceiving and god-deceiving mutual understanding was enough to let Hera's taut nerves relax somewhat.
Many times, giving a reason and an out was important.
In this sealed small environment that appeared to contain only two gods, Hera indeed relaxed a little.
However, she still turned sideways, lowering her swan-like graceful neck, not daring to directly face Zeus's brilliant eyes of the same color as hers that seemed capable of perceiving everything.
Zeus's lips curved with a smile. His slender and powerful fingers played with Hera's delicate little hand. He didn't rush her, just quietly waiting for her answer.
It must be said, there are mistaken names, but there are absolutely no mistaken epithets.
"White-armed Hera's" pair of jade arms and these pair of soft hands were truly magnificent, a perfect work of art without flaw.
A woman's nobility primarily lay in her hands.
Unless one was born extraordinary and lived in pampered luxury, such a pair of jade arms and soft hands could never be flawless and tender white.
Although goddesses wouldn't have the various minor imperfections of mortal beings, white-armed Hera's jade arms still surpassed all gods. These were a pair of jade arms and soft hands that had never been tainted by worldly dust.
Pure as jade and ice, whiter than frost went without saying. What was even more rare was the slender and long bones with perfectly proportioned flesh, every fraction and inch just right. They could truly be called spring bamboo shoots slender and long, cold-born ice chopsticks; also like lotus stamens showing white, congealed fat generating light.
Today she wore a purple-gold off-shoulder silk dress. Her brilliant waist-length golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall naturally. In her hair she wore a golden laurel crown symbolizing nobility. Around her waist was tied a gold and white belt that outlined her waist that could barely be grasped.
Below the dress hem, those long straight legs like a divine craftsman's most proud masterpiece were mostly wrapped in a pair of magnificent golden boots.
Although he couldn't see clearly, with Zeus's sharp gaze that penetrated everything, these perfect long legs that surpassed the limits of mortal aesthetics had long since clearly manifested in his heart.
Unfortunately, Hera was different from ordinary goddesses. She didn't like bare feet but instead treasured that pair of exquisite, perfect jade feet inside golden boots.
Zeus had only seen them a handful of times, but just the first sight, that breathtakingly beautiful vision had been deeply branded in his divinity, making him unable to forget.
However, wearing golden boots, she also had a special heroic spirit and nobility, extremely beautiful!
Anyway, in Zeus's eyes, no matter how he looked, he liked it!
His beloved Hera, no matter what she looked like, was the best!
Being played with by Zeus so intently, Hera only felt a warm current spread from her fingertips throughout her body, even her divinity seemed to be slightly heating up.
She worked hard to maintain surface calm, pretending as if nothing was happening, but Zeus's affection and cherishing made irrepressible joy surge in her heart.
However, seeing that Zeus playing wantonly wasn't enough and he actually grabbed her little hand, slightly bowing his head, making as if to bring it to his lips, this overreaching move immediately startled her. She hurriedly tried to pull her hand back forcefully.
Although she successfully stopped Zeus's excessive operation, she no longer dared to continue keeping silent.
To break this heart-racing ambiguity, she could only awkwardly change the subject, saying softly: "Zeus... the Divine Order you newly designed is really... very impressive."
She still didn't dare look at him. Her gaze turned toward the thunder light screen to the side, supplementing in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Only you could think of such perfect order."
Hearing this, Zeus let out a low and pleasant chuckle: "The gods' duties are overly burdensome. In the long run, this will inevitably breed chaos and negligence."
"But the main reason is that I truly cannot bear to let my beloved Hera, in the long years of the future, be deeply trapped in laborious and tedious work."
The philandering Sky Father took the opportunity to pull Hera's soft body into his embrace, holding her tightly, burying his face in her golden hair that emitted a faint orchid and sweet fragrance, mumbling in a low voice: "My beloved Hera is an indispensable great goddess of the universe. If I don't think of a once-and-for-all solution, you will definitely be extremely weary. This won't do. I'll be heartbroken to death."
"Moreover, how can you be busy with boring work all day? Wouldn't that leave you no time to accompany me? I only want my beloved Hera to be by my side at all times."
How could the pure and faithful goddess Hera withstand such straightforward and passionate words from this amorous divine lord?
She softly pressed against Zeus's solid warm embrace, tightly pursing her full red lips, unable to say a word.
That pair of jade arms that had originally been stiffly placed in front of her chest, maintaining a final defensive posture, also finally unknowingly, slowly, tentatively, climbed up Zeus's back, likewise embracing him.
This warm and solid embrace was the deepest attachment in the depths of her divine soul. She seemed never able to truly refuse.
In Zeus's embrace, as if isolated from all the chaos and harm in the universe, it made her feel so, so at ease.
Zeus clearly felt Hera's compliance and that moment of melting. The God-King's lips couldn't help but rise slightly.
He knew too well that goddesses like Hera with an outwardly steadfast and stubborn appearance but inwardly longing for unique love, possessing an unyielding and resolute divine nature, must be conquered with seven parts honeyed words and three parts domineering forcefulness.
Since ancient times, even stars would be shaken by the sun's gravitational pull. Even the proudest goddess would find it difficult to resist unceasing pursuit.
A chaste woman feared a persistent man.
He brought his lips to her ear, his scorching breath brushing over her sensitive earlobe, continuing to ask in a bewitching voice: "My dear Hera, quickly tell me, have you missed me?"
Hearing this, in her beloved God-King's broad chest, Hera secretly used all her strength to elegantly roll her eyes: Hateful Zeus, this bastard! Always asking questions he already knows the answer to!
Despite her inner complaints, her body was honest.
She still nodded that proud head imperceptibly lightly in Zeus's embrace, deliberately making the amplitude of that movement clear for Zeus to feel.
She also understood that if she didn't give him a satisfactory answer, this seemingly gentle but actually most domineering God-King would definitely not give up.
Zeus felt even more triumphant in his heart and immediately wanted to push further.
He had worked hard for such a long time weaving the Divine Order. The longing and passionate fire in his heart had accumulated far too much. Now with his most beloved goddess's warm fragrance in his arms, he felt it necessary to reward himself.
However, his large hand imbued with thunder power had just sneakily become restless, not yet having time to carefully experience that indescribable, breathtaking wonderful sensation, when Hera in his embrace immediately changed expression dramatically. Her divine power shook, and she actually directly pushed Zeus away.
Her pair of beautiful golden pupils now burned with flames of shame and indignation, glaring fiercely at Zeus.
Then she carefully stepped back, vigilantly maintaining distance, not giving him another chance to misbehave.
Although she was the great mother goddess of fertility, right now she was truly the most pure and flawless virgin goddess.
But how could Zeus allow the treasure in his hands to escape?
He immediately pressed forward with even faster speed, at a speed impossible to react to or resist, once again tightly embracing that soft fragrant body without leaving the slightest gap.
"My dear, you cannot possibly imagine how much I miss you. During this time without you, long as eternity, all my divinity has been longing for you, roaring for you."
"Hera, Hera, my Hera,"
He used an almost murmuring tone, calling her true name over and over, as if it were the most beautiful incantation in the world: "Please don't resist me, even if just to let me quietly hold you like this."
The pure and beautiful goddess struggled hard in his embrace, but even though she possessed great power to shake the galaxy, before the God-King's absolute power, she was no different from any tender woman fallen into love.
That bit of resistance, like snowflakes thrown into lava, could only instantly dissipate into nothing.
In the end, she could only give up, only able to use all her energy to carefully guard against Zeus's extremely restless large hands.
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