Homer's Lies - Chapter 3: The Battle of Troy

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

The white clouds that surrounded the peak of mount Olympus hovered in the small garden as faint mist. Dense, colorful vegetation enclosed a circular, white marble porch, its roof supported by eight marbe pillars. In the center of the porch stood a massive, equally white marble basin, about three steps in diameter. From afar, it looked like a round table, but with a curved top that was filled with water.

Zeus leaned over the basin and carefully stared at the water surface, his hands resting on its edge and his left leg positioned up on the platform that formed the base of the basin. He was fully nude, like most of the gods when they didn't participate in official events or dealt with mortals. A faint shimmer emerged from the basin and danced on the pillars, ceiling and ripped chest of Zeus.

Hera quietly walked towards the center of the garden, approaching Zeus from behind. The smooth, flat rocks that formed a path to the porch swallowed the steps of her bare feet without emitting any sound. A few steps behind him, she stopped and looked at his muscular back and shoulders. Slowly, her eyes moved down to his narrow butt and the large balls and his massive cock below, hanging invitingly in between his opened legs. It had been some time, since she had felt his giant member inside of her. Like most of the gods and godesses, they had been occupied with their interventions in the preparations of the upcoming war, the mortals fought for them.

Hera quietly pulled her white chiton over her head and tossed it on the grass next to the rock path. She swiftly moved her hand in between her legs and pushed a finger inside of her vagina, suppressing a moan. The sensation was wonderful and she was already soaking wet. It really was about time to get laid. On toe tips, she continued sneaking up on the unaware god and glanced past his wide chest at the water surface.

The epic scene on display distracted her from his strong, attractive body and she halted a moment, while she got soaked into the mythical screen. From bird's eye view, a large beach stretched from horizon to horizon under a cloudless sky. Thousands of soldiers streamed into the ranks of the soldiers already in position between the obstacles and sharpened stakes that had been erected close to the water line. The surface of the dark blue sea on the opposite side was full of triremes approaching the coastline. Their colorful sails ominously hovered in the sky, while countless oars penetrated the water and swiftly pushed the warships through the waves.

The warriors on the decks of the ships were fully nude, except from bracers, greaves and a weapon belt - either positioned over one shoulder or around the waist. Some wore sandals or boots, but most of them preferred no shoes at all. The majority of them was female.

They battered their spears or swords against their shields, yelled insults, mocked their enemies or sent out shrill battle cries. The intimidating, loud noise surrounded the large fleet in an aura of terror and left the Trojan exclusively male soldiers shivering. Standing in their ranks, mostly clad in simple linen or leather armors, the Trojan soldiers were dead quiet. Only their generals rode up and down the formations and yelled commands or threats at them, urging them to stand their ground.

Hera couldn't believe the misjudgement on the side of the Trojans, to meet the Hellenic army at the beach. The young recruits had basically no battle skills and were about to be tossed away against an army of experienced and well-trained warriors. If they ever stood a chance, it was by hiding behind their massive city walls and the iron gates that had previously been reinforced by Hephaestus himself. Probably, the Trojan king had decided to let the lads be slaughtered in order to reduce the number of mouths that required feeding during a siege.

The thought disgusted Hera. For decades, Priam, king of Troy, and his royal family had terrorized, exploited or simply occupied many lands in complete disregard of both the subdued and their own people. Right now, their infamous army was plundering the far east of Asia Minor, and a second Hellenic force was on its way to intercept it. Despite the role that the gods and godesses had played to ignite the war, it had been about time for an alliance to stand up against the ancient family and bring it down.

She couldn't believe that Zeus had taken the Trojan side just because of his scratched male pride. After countless millenia that the two had been dealing with their relationship, there was not a single emotion that they couldn't strongly associate with each other. Right now, anger about her husband's stubborness mixed in with Hera's previous arousal. She still desperately wanted to get laid, but she surely wasn't gonna make it too enjoyable for Zeus. And she knew exactely, how.

Holding her breath, she sneaked the last few steps and stood right behind him. Carefully, she took aim with her right leg. She moved it up between his legs slowly, so close, that not a finger would have fit in between the top of her foot and his low-hanging, massive balls. It was very hard for her to resist the urge to flatten them against his pelvis right now. Slowly, she pulled her foot back far behind her butt and waited, carefully watching the scene in the basin, partly obstructed by Zeus' strong physique. The almost painful sexual tension in her groin and nipples made her incredibly impatient, but she wanted the timing to be good.

The warships swiftly closed in on the beach and suddenly, the sky turned black from arrows whistling through the hot mediterranean air. Moments later, the first ships crashed on the sand and chaos broke free all along the coastline. Hera spotted Menelea, the Spartan queen, who was one of the first to jump down onto the foreign sand, just to instantly launch herself into a formation of Trojan recruits with a fearsome scream. An instant later, she bursted out behind the triple rank, sending half a dozen men into the dust.

When the Greek queen whirled around and parried a two-handed axe far above her head, Hera began accelerating her foot to smash it into Zeus' exposed, dangling balls in an excited and joyful rush. It came in brutally fast and connected simultaniously with Menelea's foot that shot up under the leather skirt of the axe-wielding soldier, who instantly dopped his weapon and himself on the sand and surrendered. Zeus, in turn, started roaring in shock and pain, but his screams got muffled by the water, when the force of the impact sent him face first into the basin.

The large body of the god smashed into the display of the epic battle, turning it into a colorful blur and sending most of the mythical water down on the marble floor in a large swell. While his hands desperately tried to find hold to push his body back up, Hera mercilessly dug her fingers into his meaty balls in between his legs and pulled them back as hard as she could. Feeling the large, unbreakable testicles of her godly husband tightly in her hand, sent another rush of sexual energy through her body. Hera shivered in arousal, while she pulled the helpless Zeus out of the basin by his most sensitive parts and stepped to the side to watch him fall onto his back on the marble floor.

While he was still coughing up water, Hera stepped over him and sat on his lower belly, facing his feet and trapping both of his strong arms under her shins. With the left hand, she grabbed his balls right in front of her and squeezed them against each other, while her right hand closed around his large member. Skillfully, she circeled her thumb around its tip. Zeus' onsetting complaints turned into a moan somewhere between pain and intensive arousal.

The water from the basin surrounded them in a large puddle. As it calmed, the colorful blur organized itself back to the display of the battle, it was showing previously. In the meantime, the Hellenic warriors had wreaked havoc among the orderly Trojan lines. Most of the defending army was shattered in retreat or had laid down arms and surrendered, while staring with open mouths at the army of naked women, fiercely invading the beach.

Hera noticed that both armies had barely any casualties. Many got wounded and some killed by the arrows on both sides. But aware of the fact that they faced young, unexperienced soldies of little value and doubtful allegiance to the enemy, the Greek warriors appeared content with disarming and capturing them, or putting them to flight.

When Zeus' cock had swollen to its full, impressive size, Hera liftet her hip and took him in, still maintaining the grip on his massive balls in front of her. She let out a shrill scream of joy, when his large cock completely filled out her pussy. With passionate moans, she rode him hard, but not so hard that the waves, his body sent over the puddle of water, stirred it up enough to blur the view on the battle, she kept watching in fascination.

Whenever she spotted a Trojan soldier who was submitted by a kick or strike to his vulnerable manhood, she lifted her hand and slapped Zeus' bare balls simultaniously, gasping from the rush of sexual superiority. It didn't take long for the godess to ride herself to the first long, relieving orgasm. Her defeated husband had given in to her treatment and continued moaning behind her, trying to make the best of it - unable to watch the great battle.

When the wonderful sensation slowly withdrew, Hera looked down and noticed the Trojan hero Hector, approaching the beach from inland. He yelled at the retreating soldiers and actually rallied a decent amount of them to return to the fight. These mortals loved their heroes, Hera thought. In contrast to most men in the Trojan army, Hector fought in the nude, like the Hellenic warriors from the tales. He was probably hoping that it would benefit his fame and popularity.

The sharp twitching of Zeus' dick inside Hera's pussy told her that he was about to cum, so she stopped moving her hip and mercilessly squeezed his balls with both hands. Behind her back, the moans of arousal turned into a pathetic whimper. The godess continued clamping down hard on his balls while watching the heroic fight that was about to come.

To Hera's surprise, it was Deidamia, who approached Hector at first. Being the queen of the small, rather unknown island Skyros, she was much better known as the first and most loved girlfriend of the Greek army's favorite male warrior, Achilles. A large circle formed around the two champions and all the soldiers in close perimeter paused their fight or retreat to watch the epic standoff.

The nude man and woman carefully circled and stared at each other over their large bronze shields, their right hands hovering behind their backs, ready to thrust their spears at the opponent. An arrow had previously inflicted a deep cut on Deidamia's right thigh. Blood was all over her leg and whenever she took another careful step to the side, her right foot left a small clump of bloody sand behind.

Hera knew that, in contrast to the other fights on the beach, this one was surely going to end with at least one of the mortals paying the ferryman Charon to bring them across the river Styx at the end of the day. The Trojans fought to kill anyway - although with limited success so far - and the Greeks knew that killing the Trojan hero would significantly impact their opponents morale, which may shorten the war by months or years and save countless lives on both sides. It would've been a great disgrace for Hector anyway, if he survived the war while his side lost.

Hera still stared down at the water surface without motion and squeezed her desperately crying husband's balls together with the palms of her locked hands, when Hector launched his first attack. Whoever had expected a prolonged, epic display of battle skill was about to be greatly disappointed.

The Trojan hero leaped forward into a wide lunge with his left leg while his spear hissed through the air, aiming high at his opponent's head. Deidamia dove under his spear with an elegant leap to her left. Her tall, strong body tensed, when she used every part of it in perfect harmony to accelerate the Hoplon in her left hand. The round, heavy bronze shield spinned forward fast in a vertical position and almost passed through Hector's widely opened legs without making impact. Almost...!

A faint cracking sound was clearly audible among the soldiers watching the fight quietly, when the unyielding metal edge of the thrusted shield trapped Hector's left testicle against his pelvic bone and simply popped it. A surprised gasp escaped Hera's mouth, in unison with all the mortals watching the fight down on the earth. The shield continued its way and disappeared rolling into the rows of visibly shocked Trojan soldiers behind Hector. The hero fell on his right knee and bent over to look at his deformed scrotum in disbelief.

Hera quickly closed her eyes when the female victor stepped in, and made his final breath her possession. In contrast to Athene, the godess of war, Hera never really enjoyed the sight of blood and death. Her eyes still shut, she finally continued riding Zeus and released the pressure on his balls a bit. He let out a grateful grunt before resuming his moaning. He had no clue what had just happened down on the world of the mortals.

When Hera opened her eyes and looked back at the water surface, the battle was already over. Witnessing their great hero humiliated and defeated by the injured and rather unknown queen of some insigificant island had fully broken the spirits of the Trojan soldiers. Mass panic had set in and not a single one continued fighting. The Hellenic warriors had stopped, too, and went on cheering and celebrating their victory. Deidamia was picked up and carried back to the beach in triumph by her close guards.

During the battle, the Hellenic women had mostly ignored or carefully guarded the Trojans who had dropped their weapons and surrendered. But now, many of them hurried to get their hands on one of the captives, before all of them were taken. The Trojans didn't complain, when the naked, sweaty female warriors tore off the men's clothes and vigorously started making out with them - regardless of the rough way, the women continued treating their sensitive and mostly aching manhoods. If anyone had told them before the battle, what exactely had actually been coming for them, they would have surrendered much sooner.

The mass panic ended quickly, when more and more Trojans looked back and decided to surrender to the invaders. The prospect of being a hostage of some intimidating and horny foreign warrior girl was much preferable to being hunted down as a deserter or punished and publically shamed back in the city, for fleeing the battle. For the intruding Hellenic army, the intake of men was equally profitable. They needed workers for the upcoming siege and young men to fullfil the desires of the women to keep up their morale.

The leader of the Hellenic force, Menelea, continued running down the beach and yelling commands. Only after the Thessalian ships had landed and lowered a ramp on the beach, unleashing the famous and feared nude riders with their bouncing large breasts and wild, long braids to cut off the supply routes to the city, Menelea finally relaxed and joined the celebrations that quickly turned into an orgy.

Hera rode Zeus harder and faster while enjoying the display of countless young soldiers releasing the previous tension and excitement of the battle. Menelea's guards had collected a handful of the most handsome and best-equipped captives and lined them up naked for her to choose her price.

The queen ordered them to be blindfolded. Then, she walked up and down the line and sent swift kicks, knees or punches into their exposed groins. She started with rather light strikes, and increased the strength continuously. Only one guy was floored with a brutal kick rightaway - he was the only one whose cock was flaccid and soft, despite the previous overwhelming display of female nudity. After a few rounds, all but one Trojan had dropped to the floor to cradle their beaten balls. He was the one to satisfy the beautiful warrior queen with the shimmering dark hair and tough physique.

Hera came once again. Her joyful moans travelled far into the faint mist and the dense vegetation surrounding them. The sensation was exceptional. Down on the world of the mortals, the balance of power had shifted significantly in favor of the women. She had never really thought about the balance of power between sexes on the Olympus, but she had to admit that Eris had brought up a relevant issue. As soon as the ancient city fell, Zeus would have to submit to her once and for all.

The pulsing of Hera's pussy pushed Zeus over the edge to follow her into the desired orgasm. This was not what she had planned for him. She quickly jumped up, stepped in between his legs and turned around. His fingernails scratched on the wet marble floor, while he shot his huge load against the pillar close to him. Hera pulled her leg up and stomped hard on his balls, pressing them against the cold marble, her ongoing orgasm still sending involuntary shivers through her body. A cut-off scream escaped Zeus' mouth before he passed out, his cock continuing to rhythmically pump and shoot up more and more of his semen.

Hera looked down on him with a smirk. She could really get used to this dynamic between them. The swollen balls placed helplessly between his legs invited her to another couple of sharp kicks for him to enjoy later. Satisfied, she strode off across the rock path and out of the garden.