The Forgotten One
Chapter Eleven: The New Heracles
"You do know I can wash myself, right?" Aita asked.
"I'm well aware," Hecate responded, massaging his chest with the sponge. They were in a wooden tub with steaming hot water that nearly reached the top. Hecate's hair was down her back and their clothes were neatly stacked and folded next to their towels. Hecate was sitting in Aita's lap, her wandering eyes taking in every inch of him. "I just feel like rewarding my hubby for being such a good boy."
"Hubby?" Aita asked, smirking.
"It means husband, cutie pie," she said, taking a hold of his hand and running the soapy sponge up and down his arm.
"You're being very affectionate today," he observed. "What's up?"
She pecked him quickly on the lips. "Can't I show my husband how much I appreciate his loyalty to me?"
Aita rolled his eyes. "I was only gone for two weeks."
"Two weeks with a bunch of young, lithe girls in the woods with no males for miles; some gods wouldn't be able to control themselves."
Aita smirked. "I'm not most gods."
Hecate smiled and leaned up to run her soapy fingers through his hair, giving him a rather generous view of her chest. "I know that, but I've seen the way you stare at that Castillo girl."
Aita blushed. "She's beautiful, yes, but she swore an oath to my sister, and I'm—"
"—mine," she said, coming down to kiss his lips roughly. She forced her tongue into his mouth and for several seconds they battled for dominance. "You belong to me, Aita; no other woman can have you."
Aita gripped her hips and gently lowered her onto his cock; they both groaned as he entered her. "I have missed this," he said, giving her butt a quick squeeze.
She giggled. "I know; it's one of your favorite parts, after all."
As they gently began to make love, he asked her, "So when you say that I'm yours, does that mean that you belong to me?"
She nodded and gasped. "I'm yours, until the end."
He bucked his hips, moaning as her walls squeezed him just right. "Good, because I don't think I can share you."
She smiled. "You won't have to." Then her lips met his in a ferocious duel of tongues, teeth and lips as their own respective climaxes overcame them.
Hecate sighed and rested her head against Aita's chest. "That was amazing; I love you, Aita…. Aita…Aita…
"AITA!"
"Gah!" he yelped. He looked around and saw that he was sitting at the dinner table of Josephine and Emmie. Must have been a daydream, he thought. Then he scowled. I'm yours until the end, my ass.
"You okay?" asked Jo. Her arms were crossed and her face was scrunched up in a scowl.
Aita scowled. Don't you make that face at me, young lady, he almost said, but decided on: "I'm fine."
Are you two almost ready?" Jo asked.
The plan was simple: use the Waystation's access to the sewers to get into Commodus's headquarters and assassinate Commodus without anyone knowing.
"I'm ready," Aita said. "How about you, Meg?"
"Huh?" the little girl said. She fiddled with the golden rings on her fingers and nodded mutely. "Uh-huh."
"Are you sure you don't want us to help?" Emmie asked. "If you get caught, you might need backup."
Aita nodded. "More people means more chance of getting caught; and besides, we need you two to stay here in case something goes wrong and Commodus attacks this place."
Jo sighed. "You make a good point." She inclined her head. "Waystation, we need an entrance to the canals, please."
A small circle appeared on the floor, and Aita could hear the sound of running water below them. "Let's go."
-o-
Sorus groaned as he tried to keep his grip. He was hanging by the pipes that were attached to the tops of the canal's ceiling. Below him, hundreds of gallons of fecal matter and dirty water rushed past him.
"Don't you dare drop me," Meg said. "I'm not ready to drown in poop."
"Then stop tempting me."
Meg scowled. Her arms were wrapped around Sorus' neck and she was hanging on for dear life.
After several minutes and a few close calls, they found the ladder that led up to Commodus's palace. There were guards everywhere, and Sorus was suddenly very glad that he hadn't dropped Meg—if she was running around, smelling like a sewer, half the palace would be on them by now.
Commodus's chambers were at the very top of the palace, so they had to take an alternate route through several air conditioning grates and back-hallways. The emperor's chamber was large and spacious, and there were two guards flanking a throne that faced away from them.
Sorus summoned his bow and nocked an arrow. "On three," he whispered. Meg readied her scimitars. "One…two…three!"
His arrow found the neck of the guard on Commodus's right, and Meg screamed and charged the one on the left.
Commodus fell out of his throne and onto his fat stomach. "What? What's happening? Guards! Guards!"
Sorus summoned his spear and thrust it into Commodus's back. The old emperor opened his mouth in a silent scream, but his body dissolved into dust before he could make a sound. Sorus heard the sounds of footsteps come rumbling outside the door.
"We need to go, Meg!" he shouted, picking the girl up from her fallen enemy and extending his hand, blowing out a large section of the wall. He sprinted and leapt through the wall just in time for the door to burst open and one of the guards to shout, "Stop!
Meg screamed but he changed forms and a moment later Meg was flying on the back of a massive crow. They flew as fast as they could as the alarms of the palace blared into the sky, but they were soon left far behind.
-o-
"Do you really have to leave so soon?" Georgina asked. She and Meg were coloring at the kitchen table while the adults stood in the doorway.
Aita nodded. "I'm afraid we do. There's still one more emperor out there, and more giants are rising with every day that passes."
"Aw."
Aita glanced at Meg, who shrugged. He let out a long sigh. "We'll try and visit if we can."
Georgina's face brightened. "Really?"
Aita looked at Jo and Emmie. "If it's alright?"
They shared a look. "I suppose so," said Emmie.
"Yay!"
Aita smiled and extended a hand. "Thank you," he said. "We couldn't have done it without you."
Emmie shook his hand, then Jo. "It was our pleasure."
"You have a good thing going here," he said. "If you need us, just call."
They smiled. "We will."
Aita nodded. "Good. Meg, we're leaving."
Meg rose, picked up her picture and took Aita's offered hand. They disappeared in a flash of light.
-o-
Hemera was waiting for them when they arrived, arms crossed. "Well?"
"It's done," Aita said. "Commodus is dead."
Hemera let out a breath. "Then only one more remains."
Aita inclined his head. "Any idea where Caligula could be?"
Hemera shrugged and looked at Meg. Said girl just shook her head. "Don't look at me; I don't know everything, despite what it may seem. You got any food?"
Hemera sighed and nodded her head. "In the kitchen."
"Sweet!"
"How can we find him now?" Aita asked as Meg rummaged around in the fridge.
Hemera massaged her temple. "I'll have to call my sisters, the Fates; they should be able to find him, granted that it will take a few hours."
Aita sighed. "Wonderful." He glanced at the kitchen. "You wanna grab some food?"
Hemera opened her mouth but was interrupted by the sound of glass braking and a squeak that sounded like, "Oops," come from the kitchen. Hemera's face darkened. "Meg, if I find anything broken in there, you're grounded!"
-o-
Aita and Hemera were sprawled out on two of the many couches that adorned the House of Day. Meg had been confined to her room, and now the two were left with nothing to do but wait. Aita let out a long sigh. "How much longer is this going to take?"
Hemera shrugged. "I dunno; my sisters take their sweet time when it comes to getting things done."
"What do you expect?" Aita said. "They're all old hags; I bet they've forgotten who their looking for."
Hemera snickered. "Probably watching The Price is Right."
"The what?"
Hemera waved her hand. "Don't worry about it." She pursed her lips. "Wanna get drunk?"
Aita shrugged. "I'm not sure…"
Hemera scoffed. "Come on—I thought you were a god of parties and stuff."
Aita smiled. "It would seem that Dionysus took my place in that department." He thought it over for a minute. "What have you got?"
Hemera stood up and walked over to where he was sitting. Aita moved his legs and she sat down, waving a bottle and two glasses into existence. As she poured the liquid into the glasses, she explained: "Undiluted, un-watered red wine."* She handed him a glass. "Aged to perfection." She raised her own drink. "To saving the world."
Aita raised his. "To second chances."
They brought their drinks to their lips and drank deep. The wine burned in Aita's throat and his eyes watered. "Another."
She refilled both of their glasses and they drank again. A few hours—and several bottles—later, they were both lounging on the couch, Hemera's body leaning on Aita's side.
"Thank you," she said, taking a small sip.
"For what?" he asked, putting his glass on the coffee table.
Hemera shrugged with one shoulder. "Everything, I guess. You didn't have to stay and help me; you could've gone back to Olympus and lived out the rest of your days in peace."
Aita shrugged. "Wouldn't have been a very many days left." He exhaled through his nose. "Somebody needed to stop Gaea—better me than someone else, I guess."
She turned to look at him. "Still…I owe you thanks." She leaned up and closed her eyes. Aita leaned down and their lips touched. For a second they stayed like that—lips touching and breathing even—but then Hemera's eyes widened and she broke away. "I…I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that."
She rose to get up, but Aita grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer so that she was sitting in his lap, facing him. "Don't be sorry; I'm not." He brought his lips to hers again and put a hand around her waist, keeping her close. She gripped his shoulders and closed her eyes.
"What about—Ah!—what about your wife?" she asked as he moved down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin.
Aita growled and ground their hips together, making her gasp. "I don't want to talk about her. I don't want to think about her; I don't want to acknowledge her; I don't want to remember her." He pushed his lips against hers. "I want you right now."
She sighed into his lips. "Bedroom's upstairs and down the hall, first door on the right."
He hooked his arms under her butt and lifted her off the couch, not breaking the kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her hands through his hair as their kissing became more heated; tongues battling for dominance. She won out in the end, running her tongue through his mouth and leaving no part of him untouched.
He climbed the stairs effortlessly and kicked the door to the bedroom open. She yelped when he threw her on the bed and ripped his jerkin off, leaving him in only his breeches. He climbed on top of her and she cupped his cheeks and they resumed their battle. Hemera wrapped her legs around him and he bucked his hips against her, effectively dry humping her.
She flipped them over and sat up, licking her lips as she slowly unfastened the buttons and straps on her dress. Aita growled and reached up, ripping off her dress and tearing it down the middle. She gasped in mock anger. "That was my favorite outfit!"
He unzipped his breeches and turned her around, pushing her down onto her stomach. She still had her white bra and panties on, but he didn't care. He climbed on top of her and lowered his boxers, exposing his throbbing manhood. He didn't bother removing her panties; instead he just moved the crotch area and slammed into her.
She gasped as he began to rapidly pump inside of her. He gripped his wrists as she fisted the sheets of the bed. "You like being in charge, huh?" she asked as she looked over her shoulder, giving him her best "fuck me" face. "Is that what makes you hot?"
He moaned and increased his speed, only being able to say "Fuck!" before he closed his eyes as pleasure filled him.
Hemera was panting now, and her breaths were ragged and hoarse. "Then fuck me," she said, raising her bottom to meet his thrusts, "fuck me until neither of us can walk."
He kept going, harder and harder with each second. Hemera buried her head in her pillows as a scream erupted from her throat, aided by her walls clenching around him, sucking him of his seed.
They both collapsed, breathing heavily as aftershocks rocked their bodies. Aita rose first, pulling himself off and out of her so he could remove his breeches and underwear. Hemera was still breathing heavily and trembling, so Aita slowly removed her soaked panties from her sex and threw them across the room.
He gripped her waist and pulled her up, turning her around so she could sit in his lap. Her eyes cleared and she pressed her lips against him, moaning as his tongue entered her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders.
He reached around her and unclipped her bra, exposing her pale breasts to him. He leaned down and suckled them slowly, biting and licking them. She moaned and pushed his head deeper into her chest.
After a while he removed his head from her cleavage and gripped her waist, pulling her up and bringing her down on top of his dick. She moaned as her insides were filled. He rocked his hips against hers, sending vibrations through their cores.
"So…good…" she moaned he kissed her roughly, bruising their lips. She put her hands on his shoulders and bounced with his rhythm, causing her breasts to flap up and down. He clamped his teeth down on one, causing her to throw her head back and let out a deep moan that Aita was surprised to find didn't wake Meg.
"Oh, gods," she moaned, "keep it up."
"I'm…close…" he gasped as she clenched her walls around him. "Oh, you bitch!"
She smirked devilishly at him and stuck her tongue down his throat. They continued fucking each other like that until they both moaned as they came all over each other.
Aita fell backwards onto the bed, breathing heavily. Hemera sighed and climbed off of him, slithering down the length of his body and off the bed entirely.
"Hemera?" he asked, sitting up, but the Primordial put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down.
"Stay still," she said, "and let me do all the work." She put her hands on her breasts and winked suggestively.
In his mind some part of him wanted her to stop, but that feeling was suppressed when she put his cock between her breasts and squeezed. She kissed the tip and began to move her breasts up and down along his shaft.
He groaned and fell back on the bed, letting his head rest on the soft pillows. "Gods, you're fucking amazing."
She giggled and took his head in her mouth, licking along the underside and top like he was a lollipop. "You close yet?" She smiled and licked him. "Oh, yeah, you're close."
"I can still hold out," he said, gritting his teeth and fisting the sheets.
"Oh, don't hold back for me," she said. "Cum all over me. Go ahead."
He let out one last groan as he exploded, coating her face and chest with his seed. She licked away his semen and straddled. "You taste yummy," she said.
He gave a weak thumbs-up and closed his eyes…only to open them again when he felt her rubbing her clit against his cock, which tried in vain to rise again. "I'm sorry, but I can't go again."
"We'll I'm not done yet," she said, sliding down his shaft. She rested her hands on his chest and began to bounce up and down, letting out low moans as she did. After a few minutes of pumping she sighed as he walls clenched and she came for a final time. Aita gasped in pain as his balls tightened and he came weakly.
She collapsed on top of his and nuzzled his chest. "Are your legs numb, too?"
He panted like a dog. "I can't fucking walk right now."
She laughed and snapped her fingers, causing blankets to appear on top of them. "Good."
* Back during the ancient times, Greeks would add water to their wine so they didn't get hammered every time they felt like having a glass of wine.
A/N: That's two-thirds of the emperors down; now only Caligula remains. Okay everyone, how did you feel about the whole Aita/Hemera thing? I wasn't sure how to feel about it, so I'll leave it up to you: if enough people like it, I'll have it become something that happens every few chapters, but if nobody responds positively then it'll be a one-time thing. Regardless, Aita's gonna be dealing with some massive guilt in the following chapters, so get ready for that. If you enjoyed then please leave a review and favorite and follow.