Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Greek Mythology it/they belong to their respective owners. This story is just meant for entertainment purposes and I am not making any profit out of this nor do I intend to. It's all in good fun.

A/N: I am new to writing fanfic based on Zeus & Hera, actually...just Greek Mythology in general, so I just know the basics, like...who the 12 Olympians are and their respective duties as it pertains to them, so just bear with me. The reason why I chose to do a fic based on this couple is because I feel like they are misunderstood, well, Hera is mostly. And at first I'll admit, I wasn't too keen on the Goddess, I found it insane that I was always got paired up with her when we had to do Greek Mythology projects, mainly because Aphrodite was my favorite (which now Hera is because of it-Obvi!) and I was like can't I have someone loving like her instead of someone bitter? Anyway, she grew on me the more I researched her and I began to understand things from her perspective and I feel like people have the wrong idea about her, so hopefully this will shed some light on them and their issues, and this is my take on MY VERSION OF GREEK MYTHOLOGY-just to make it clear MY.

Alert: Mature Content-you've been warned, I didn't corrupt you.

Don't Cry Out

"Being hurt by someone you truly care about leaves a hole in your heart that only love can fill."

-Anonymous

Her head was throbbing in sheer agony as she tried to lift herself up from the cold, marble ground. Her feeble movements bringing on another horrible pang of distress coming from her ribs. She tried at best to ignore the pain consuming her whole being, attempting to remain focused on the task she had set upon herself...getting back up on her feet, only just now registering that the labor she had asked of herself was one that was easier said than done. She sobbed loudly in the confinements of her bedchamber, her chest breaking in spasms with the uncontrollable sobs she had long since forgotten how to keep under direction.

She gripped the arm chair closest to her to help her draw herself back up, her lithe body trembling as she managed to get herself in a sitting position. She inhaled a deep breath in hopes of stopping the onslaught of tears running down her cheeks, sitting in complete silence momentarily to regain some much needed composure.

After she was sure she had become devoid of any remaining tears she brought her hands up to her face shakily, wiping away at her cheeks hastily, wincing when one of her palms came in contact with her swollen and bruised jaw. She huffed an exasperated breath, mustering up the strength; she doubted she still possessed, to stand. Her sudden movements causing the wet traces of their pairing to trickle on her thighs. She felt the bile begin to rise in her throat, her insides revolting with disgust and humiliation. She looked frantically around her, settling for her tattered robe and shamefully wiping her thighs clean. She felt a new tide of tears making their presence known as the overwhelming sense of revulsion began to consume her.

No God in their right state of mind would ever look at me the same way as they did before- no one would even stand the mere sight of me, not that I could blame them, she thought to herself.

She laid her head over the arm that rested on top of the chair and hid her face in the inside curve of her elbow as she wept wildly.

Flashback

"Please! Please, don't this to me!" She was begging now, trying to appeal to him as his sister as she quivered underneath him.

He glared directly at her, appalled that she would even refuse him in the first place, he was after all, the King of the Gods. She had no choice but to oblige. "I warned you about keeping your mouth shut...now I'll have to shut it for you!" He yelled in irritation, punching her angrily on the jaw.

She winced in pain, bringing her hands up to cup her face but he smacked them away from her, grabbing both of her wrist in his one hand and pulling them roughly above her head. "It's better if you don't fight the inevitable, you'll find that it's only a losing battle." He reached for her throat with his free hand, turning her head sideways and trailing hot, lust-filled kisses down the length of her neck before placing his lips on a spot located just above her clavicle and suckling on the tender skin, unable to resist the impulse of branding her as his. She trembled convulsively with anger at his possessiveness, she wasn't about to let him take advantage of her, even if he was the King of Heaven and Earth-she'd fight until the end.

"Get off of me!" She screamed, struggling crazily against him, twisting her arms every which way to get him to release her.

He smirked against her neck, "Don't say I didn't warn you," he backed himself up away from her to readjust himself, and she took the opportunity to shove him further away using the soles of her feet with unimaginable force, that it surprised even her. He released the tight grip he had on her wrists, falling back on the marble floor hard. "You're only making this worse for yourself."

His eyes followed her form, anticipating his next attack as he stalked her. He reached for her ankle, pulling it backwards harshly just as she was about to stand. She landed with a loud crash, the side of her head bouncing off the ground as she fell. She cried out in agony, gripping her head as she withered to her side, the ichor dripping from her forehead instantly. "Now stand up," He commanded her. She ignored him, so he grabbed her by the hair, lifting her up. She held his arms in her hands trying to get him to loosen his hold, and to her shock...he did, but only to position them on her upper arms, pushing her backwards without warning against the wall rudely.

She gasped for air, holding onto his broad shoulders for balance, when Zeus felt her slipping back down he wrapped a strong arm around her slender waist while pushing himself further against her and grounding his pelvis into hers, eliciting an inaudible moan from her as his lips swiftly met hers, his tongue invading her mouth, ignoring her angered protests. "Scream for me," he said in her ear breathlessly.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She looked him straight in the eyes, trying to keep the tears from streaming down her face.

"Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers to," He said unamused, moving his arm from her waist to the side of her body and up her chest, finally setting it on her neck, clutching hard.

She quickly grabbed onto his arm with both hands, desperately trying to pull it off from around her. Her eyes widen with alarm as panic began to set in, his grip blocked her airway like a vice, she couldn't breathe and really felt she was down to her last breath. "Do you know how easy it would be to just kill you right now?" He studied her expression with amusement. "The deader the better, that way...you won't fight as much."

She pushed at his chest, clawed at his arm and hand as she felt her eyes rolling in the back of her head, fighting to keep consciousness.

"But I've only just begun to have my fun, and, I am enjoying the fight in you." He leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead before continuing. "The others never fought, well, some become complacent while others never fought as much because they accepted their fate, but you...you're different."

He smirked, a sinister gleam in his eyes before swinging her forward and dropping her back onto the floor callously.

Upon her fall she wrapped her own hands around her neck soothingly, gasping for air as quickly as she was capable of.

"On your knees," He ordered, towering over her.

She coward away from him, shaking her head vehemently as her mind registered his demand. "No!" She cried. "Please don't make me, please don't..." she backpedaled from her position on the floor until her back touched the wall. There was no place left to run.

"Don't think about it," he approached her slowly and meticulously, dragging out the tension between them. "Just do it, it's easier that way."

He kept his eyes fixed on her terrified gaze, disrobing, exposing himself to her.

"I don't want to," she sobbed, dread paralyzing her in place. "I just can't!"

"But you will!" He growled.

She felt sick to her core, her body trembling at the thought of what was undoubtedly going to take place, but still, she could not just sit there and do nothing. "Please," Her bloodshot eyes held his dark ones, her tear-stricken face pleading. "I'm begging you, please stop..."

"You bite me, and this time...I will kill you." He spat, his voice frightening.

She whimpered, feeling herself going rigid with fear. The menacing silence killing her softly, her chest heaving painfully, her breaths coming in intervals between her constricting sobs.

Zeus became angry at her, did she really find him repulsive? He shook his head, shoving the thought to the back of his head, becoming distant and cold just like before.

He took her head in his hands and she sealed her eyes firmly shut just like she did with her mouth.

"Hera," he called out to her. "I want you to look me in the eyes."

"I can't." She cried. It'd hurt too much.

"If you value your life, do it now." He voiced coldly.

She wrapped her head around what he just said, and did as he instructed, her eyes locked with his sinister ones with evident apprehension. His eyes not the beautiful, mesmerizing gray she knew them once to be, but now dark as coal-void of any compassion. She didn't even recognize him anymore. Who was he?

She shakily placed a hand around him, reluctantly moving herself forward and finally taking him in her mouth. Zeus let out a shaky breath as she began a steady rhythm. He let escape a loud groan as she slid herself forward, taking in as much if him as she could before starting up again the same rhythmic movements. The sensation her tongue caused as she massaged him drove him wild with pleasure, so much so that he couldn't fight the urge to thrust himself deeper inside of her mouth. He weaved his hands with her hair, readjusting her head before plunging himself back into her mouth with force. She moved her hands to his waist, attempting to create some distance between them as she whined in objection towards his actions. Her own actions of objection deriving only pleasure as he groaned in desire. She pushed and shoved furiously against him adamantly until she was finally able to remove herself from him before his release.

"I really wish you hadn't done that," He grunt in discontent of being denied the release he was looking for. "But then again, I'm kind of glad you did." He told her while she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to catch her breath but it was becoming difficult for her to do with her uncontrollable crying, adding stress to her hyperventilation.

"Come," He pulled her up from the forearm. "We're not finished here just yet."

"No!" She began to fight him off, aimlessly throwing her hands towards him in order to connect with him in any way possible.

"When will you learn that I am stronger than you?" He asked in irritation, humoring her by allowing her time to get away. He knew it useless to try, she was trapped.

She crawled over to the console table, using it as support to elevate herself up, the pain from the blow to her head still wearing her down, making everything seem like one huge blur, she didn't even see Zeus coming towards her from the corner of her eye.

"That's for making me wait," he kicked her hard in the ribs, and she screeched in pain, losing her breath. "And that's for denying yourself to me in the first place." He kicked her with twice the amount of force and her body fell loosely over the console table, gasping weakly.

He crouched down to her level beside her. "I would have preferred to use less violence on you than necessary, but you brought this on yourself. You have no one to blame but yourself. I was willing to be reasonable with you, but you ruined any chances of that ever happening."

She sucked in a huge breath, maneuvering one hand across her stomach while pushing herself away from the table with the other, enduring the shock of pain that pulsed through her entire body. She didn't think she could hate with as much venom as she hated Zeus now, all she wanted was to stay as far away from him as possible. It made her ill to think and know that he was in close proximity of her. He was a pathetic excuse of a God, and even more-of a King. She wanted nothing more than to castrate him for what he was putting her through and what he undoubtedly put other women and Goddesses through. He didn't deserve to so much as breathe.

"Fine." She sighed heavily. "You win. I'm not going to fight you anymore on this. What do you want me to do?"

"I knew you'd see it my way." He grinned, moving closer to her, placing an arm over his shoulders and she couldn't help but flinch at his touch. "Relax," he instructed her as he brought his other hand under the curve of her knees, scooping her into his arms, and placing her gently on the plush bed.

"This won't hurt...much." He voiced, hovering above her.

She reached for his face, placing a hand promptly on either side of him, nodding before opening her mouth to speak, "How about this?" She asked, mustering all the strength left in her to kick him hard on the groin. She pushed him sideways off of her as he yelped, sliding her legs forward and falling off the bed.

"Whore!" He bellowed, composing himself.

"Did you honestly think it was going to be that easy?" She raised an eyebrow in disbelief, not wasting any time to look at him as she limped to the doors. "Locked," she said under her breath, disappointed, but not surprised.

"Now you be honest...did you?" He replied, standing behind her only a few feet away.

"For a second there," she turned slowly to face him, bracing herself for the torturous punishment that was sure to follow. "Yes. I did."

"I almost feel as if I should be slightly disappointed that things didn't turn out the way you wanted them to, but the sum of what I want always outweighs what you want."

He stood directly in front of her now. "Tell me, how does it feel to know that all your efforts have been in vain?" He raised his hand in the air, backhanding her angrily, cutting her lower lip open.

She lost her footing due to the brute impact, but he caught her, lifting her up and placing her legs on either side of his waist, pinning her between his body and the door. "You owe me a scream." He stated dangerously before crushing his lips painfully to her already swollen ones. She squirmed, hoping the struggle would cause him to release her, but he was unyielding. When he removed his lips from hers, she caught her gaze with his, and wiped her mouth viciously-spitting a mixture of her immortal blood and saliva on his face with definite defiance in tact. "You disgust me."

He dropped her on the bed gracelessly, tearing to shreds the once beautiful robe the Graces had made for her, gritting his teeth together as he cleaned his face with a piece of fabric before throwing it on the ground as well."I assure you that you'll live to regret that!" He screamed in her face, his features crazed and full of lust.

He hovered above her like before, clutching her hands above her head, halting her from her assault against him. "Are we done playing games now?" He asked while parting her legs open with his knees.

"Stop!" She yelled from the top of her lungs, hopelessly trying to keep her legs together. "I said no! No! Stop!"

He traced his fevered lips across her jawline, her neck, stopping briefly at her breast in admiration before taking one of her hardened nipples in his mouth while roughly massaging and squeezing the other breast with his hand.

"Stop! Please, just stop!" She protested, a fresh set of tears falling from her eyes a she tried to free herself. "Please leave me alone!"

"You're lying, you don't want me to leave you alone," he switched from one breast to the other, licking and nipping like he had done with the breast before. "This is want you want, you're a whore. Just admit it."

He brought his lips back to her ear, twisting her head to the right all the way through. "Say it out loud,"

"Please," she whimpered, lowly.

"Say it out loud, tell me you want me," He continued to coax her.

She sniffed. "I will say no such thing." She drawled out.

"Don't make me beat it out of you, Hera." He pushed her legs apart forcefully with his free hand and knees. Her body began to tremble nonstop, and she thrashed violently as he ran his rough fingers along her clit. "I know a whore when I see one," He smirked, "You're wet, now that proves to me that yes-you are in fact a liar, and yes-you do want me, not only that-but you need me."

She bit down on her lower lip hard, swallowing the ichor and muffling the moan that threatened to reveal itself, she cried silently feeling ashamed. "I'm begging you to stop,"

"Are you sure that's what you want?" He mocked, positioning himself, ready to enter her.

"Stop!" She screamed, tugging at her wrists erratically, and he held on to them tighter-with bruising force as he dug himself inside her violently, without warning.

They both gasped in unison at the pleasurable and painful sensation. He thrust himself deeper, not allowing her any time to adjust to his size, instead relishing on the physical ecstasy he was receiving.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" She cried, but her cries fell on deaf ears.

He pulled himself out, thrusting harder this time, finding his rhythm. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pretend she was somewhere else but there, but it was impossible. It was impossible to ignore the pain she was experiencing now. She tried to stop herself from crying, but it was useless. She'd lost control, she'd lost control of her own body-she was betrayed.

"Open your eyes and look at me!" He demanded.

She ignored him and he slapped her across the face, jerking her head to get her to comply to him. "Listen to me when I am talking to you," He said through his clenched jaw, "Look at me."

She inhaled sharply, giving in to him. He plunged himself mercilessly inside her, repeating his motions, his less than gentle actions caused her to reciprocate by swaying her hips in pain, and she cursed herself mentally when she felt him get harder inside her. He growled and his actions become even more animalistic, thrusting harder, deeper, faster.

"Please, no! You're hurting me, stop... I said stop! Her screams got louder, her sobs heavier, and she felt physically and emotionally drained.

He groaned, feeling close to his release, if he could only...

"I'm going to let go of your wrist, but if you do something foolish, Hera, trust me when I say I will kill you-don't test me. Do you understand?" He looked her in the eyes, removing himself from inside her.

She whimpered, nodding that she understood. She was too frightened now, and too tired to fight. He released her wrists carefully, still uncertain if to trust her or not. When he read the fear that was written all over her face, only then did he release her hands completely.

He roamed his hands down every inch of her body and she fought back the impulse to strike him in the jaw, he took a hold of her waist to match his movements and inserted himself back inside her, thrusting vigorously. It seemed almost impossible but he proved her wrong when he buried himself further within her, jolting their hips together. Her eyes widen and she gasped sharply for air, she couldn't help but try to push him off, the pain was unbearable, but her hasty movements weren't enough to unsettle him. His pace quickened and she clenched around him. He felt himself on the brink of losing all control, his body demanding release that only she was capable of giving him. He wrapped her left leg around his shoulder, brushing against her clit with every thrust. She arched her body, moaning and sobbing at the same time out of pain and pleasure. He groaned pulling himself further inside her, casting her one last look before allowing the overwhelming pleasure to command all his senses as he leaned in to capture her lips in a heated kiss, moaning her name on her lips as he came inside her, while everything else faded into the blackness.

End Flashback

She sniffed, ridding herself of her tears as she came to the present and realization began to hit her. She reached over to grab one of the bedsheets hurriedly, working slowly to get herself back up again, her legs wavering and unbalanced. She used the walls and objects around her to keep her stable and balanced, clumsily wrapping the bed sheet around her figure, whining with every movement she made, her body ached all around and she was terribly sore. Ultimately she made it to her vanity mirror, cleaning up her disheveled appearance at best. She'd rather die than have everyone know that she had been raped by Zeus, her brother-the one person who had promised to protect her and keep her safe, out of harms way. She laughed without humor, leaving the constraints of her room.

The corridors were surprisingly empty, with the exception of Aphrodite; who she managed to dodge before making it to her destination. She would have knocked before entering had she not felt that the boundaries of respect and courtesy were more than lost between them. She gripped the handles of the doors, tightly, knuckles pale-white, she wanted to make sure she could sum up enough courage before making it pass the doors. She inhaled deeply with anticipation as the doors fell open and she came face-to-face-with her attacker, Zeus.

"Regarding your proposal before," She choked back her sobs. "The answer...the answer is y-ye-yes."

And he smirked satisfyingly back towards her.

A/N: I would really like to hear what you guys think in regards to it (especially since I've never written smut quite like this before, I mean...rape is pretty dark, so yeah...wait. Is it even considered smut if it's rape? Idk that I think it's smutty when I put it that way, whatever.)...anyway, yay, or nay? Do you guys like? And also, if you guys have any constructive criticism that would help me get better, I welcome it-I promise you won't hurt my feelings. Also this chapter was kinda inspired, but not entirely by Shiny Toy Guns' Don't Cry Out and the name of the fic was inspired by Taylor Swift's The Way I Loved You, if you guys want to check those songs out, by all means. Thanks!

TBC...