Clearly, Hercules was not ready for her. That was fine. She'd been blindsided, too.

That was nothing she couldn't fix with some thorough examinations. They'd been unfamiliar once before, and getting reconnected would be a real slice.

He was still gaping at her when she'd unclipped both sides of his armor. His chest heaved with heavy breaths as his eyes widened.

"Stop me if I'm going too fast for you," she told him.

"Not… not too fast…" Hercules whispered. His hands hovered close to her, but he was too polite to take initiative.

She wasn't.

Megara took him by the wrists and moved his hands behind her.

Both hands clamped around her, holding her firm in tight handfuls as he released a deep groan. He leaned his head against the wall behind him and held her.

Exhilarated by how scandalized anyone who saw them would be, Megara worked Hercules out of his cuirass, and just for an added bit of fun, she shimmied. According to the expression on her fiance's face, he was somewhere in Elysium right about then.

"Are you conscious?" she asked him.

"Wha?" he asked dreamily.

"Poor thing, you're completely enthralled. I feel like a witch right now."

"You do feel like a witch right now," he said. He kept one hand on her backside and massaged lightly, but the other hand traveled up her body. "That would explain how otherworldly you are… but this isn't magic, is it? It's just you."

"I've got the handsomest, most powerful man in the cosmos under me right now. I feel plenty enchanted right now, myself."

"Handsomest?" he repeated, blushing.

"You were already the handsomest, but now you reinvented the word. It had never been used to describe anything as perfect as you until now. I'm so lucky to be here with you."

The blush on Hercules's face spread to his ears. "Oh…"

Megara giggled at the mist that collected at the corners of his eyes. "Are you crying already? Did you forget how sexy you were while you were alone on this island?"

"I'm not… well, I was thinking of myself as a…" he frowned, searching for words. "I'm a weapon now. I was thinking in a ut… a utili… a thing that something's supposed to be used…?"

"Utilitarian," Megara said.

"Right, that. I'm big, sure, but that's what heroes are supposed to be. I'm the size I need to be to get the job done."

"You were good at what you did before." Megara dipped in to kiss his lips and nibbled his lower lip before pulling back and unfastening his belt. "I bet this hurts. You'll have to let me take care of you." She'd seen him in full glory before, but if the rest of his body had tripled in size, what did that mean for his manhood? It was her turn to blush now.

"Are you sure you want to look at that?" Hercules asked.

"Don't you want me to?"

Hercules's eyes flashed with something that made Megara tremble. "I want to do a lot of things, but we have rules."

"What if I do, too?" she leaned closer, and rather than remove the lower half of his armor, she pressed a hand down on him until he gasped. "What if I want to bend the rules? You like it when I bend, don't you?"

"Oh…" Hercules arched his back, and his face was contorted in something like pain.

"I'll take that as a yes." Megara finally released him from the entirety of his armor.

"Thank you…" he murmured. The hand that had left her hips was now firmly latched around one of her breasts, making her squeak. "But Meg… it's dangerous for you, so you have to make sure you know how to handle it, okay? I might not remember how in a minute…"

"Leave it all to me." Megara was impressed, to be sure.

Like the rest of him, his manhood had taken on some extra girth, and of course, she wasn't opposed. It might have been an easier wedding night before, but she wasn't about to complain when the reward for her patience was an even more impressive wedding present.

"It's grotesque, isn't it?" Hercules groaned. "I know; all the guys in the locker room told me if it's too big, it means I'm a brute who can't control my passions."

"That sounds like jealousy to me," Megara said. Besides… I think you and I could have more fun if you didn't worry so much about controlling your passions. I happen to like passions, especially the kind that help us express our love for each other."

Hercules's eyes widened, then narrowed in thought. "So you want me to tell you what I'm thinking?" His voice had deepened, not in the false way he put on to impress people who underestimated his heroic abilities, but in a sultry way that caught her off guard.

"I can almost guarantee it's nothing I haven't already thought of myself. Go on. Tell me what's on your mind, Wonder Boy. I'm sure I won't mind."

"Ever since you touched me, I've been imagining what it would feel like if I were–" he bit his lip.

"If you were…" she tried to guess, trailing her fingers along his muscled chest in thought. "Let's see if I can guess…" She could splay her entire palm on one pectoral with space to spare. "Mm…" she dragged her nails over his chest and sighed. "Were you imagining what it feels like to be inside me?"

Rather than answer, Hercules shifted and groaned. "Why is it better when you say it?" His voice had turned ragged as if he were growing desperate for more.

She shouldn't leave him like that.

"I could give you a bit of a hint," she suggested and eased back from his chest.

"What do you mean?" Hercules asked warily, and his hands tightened around her. "Where are you going?"

Megara tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and smirked. "We could always see what it's like when I put you in my mouth a second time. I'm sure with all this buildup, you're dying to let go. I could help."

"Ah… help? No, I… I should be doing something for you…"

"So let me indulge, won't you? I think it would be nice. I'd enjoy it. Maybe you'll even taste better this time since you've been all about clean living ever since you were secluded on the island."

"Uh… S-s-sure?" he shivered. "I don't want to deprive you if… if that's what you want…"

"Give it to me, then." Megara bowed over him, eager to prove her point.

"Give–?" Hercules choked on the word, but she was already at work.

She'd done this once before, but at this point, her memories were an insufficient guide. Neither of them was quite the same as they had been at the time. Now, she felt as if she were worshipping her own personal deity. She was a pious worshipper.

With every caress of her tongue, Megara considered the way he'd dug an entire furrow into the stadium sands. The way he'd learned to move smoothly rather than clunkily through months of practice. He'd transformed himself–with some help from Phil– but he was still the same boy underneath. And nobody had been here to care for his needs while he pushed himself past his and any other mortal's limits.

She'd repay him for all of it and wipe away that suffering.

His hand tangled in her hair, and somehow, now, she trusted him not to rip it out. His other hand wandered up and down her body, from her chest, which he weighed gently in his palm, to her hips, where he did the same. Finally, he surpassed her expectations.

While spilling into her mouth, Hercules dipped his hand between her thighs and pressed two fingers against her entrance.

It came as such a shock that Megara instinctively raised her head to respond, but Hercules held her down instead.

His fingers explored a gentle circle between her legs, not quite ready to press all the way in but promising that he would once his mind was his own again.

When, at last, he allowed her to sit back up, it wasn't because he'd gone soft. He maneuvered her to sit on his thigh, never taking his hand from between her legs. "It's your turn," he said.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I'm going to show you that you're not the only one who's been dreaming of this moment. I'm not letting you get away with spoiling me and not getting anything back for your trouble. This is mutual between us… I know our wedding's coming up soon, so that's the only thing that's going to stop me negotiating my way into you. I can wait a little longer if it's good for you."

"What if I want you?"

Hercules gasped in a deep breath. "You want me to get you pregnant today?"

Megara's hand was close enough to him that she could feel him twitch at the suggestion. "Maybe."

"Oh…" he looked away. "We… ought to wait for that… we'd um… it wouldn't be proper so…"

"Fine, then what else were you planning to do?"

In answer, Hercules pressed his fingers more firmly against her entrance. "Would you let me…?" He was blushing again.

"You're self-conscious after I've had my mouth on you?" she asked. "Did I do it wrong somehow?"

He shook his head. "No, you're… amazing." He turned his face away, but she saw his blushing ear and nibbled on the earlobe.

"Get back over here and be with me. It's been months."

"Right." Hercules swallowed, and she could see every thought running behind his eyes. He didn't want to be uncouth, he wanted to impress her, he needed her to know she was special. She could help.

Megara gripped his wrist and moved lower on his fingers. "What does the scroll tell you to do now?"

"Well… I'm supposed to…" he pushed his fingers deeper. "There are some bits I'm supposed to find, and my fingers are big enough I should find both…"

As he worked her, she found him again and squeezed. It gave her a thrill of joy when Hercules pressed his cheek against hers, groaning in tandem with her. It wasn't strictly best practice to go all the way with him. Neither of them were in the right stage of their itinerary.

But she so wanted him…

For now, it was enough to indulge in the primal and honest way each of them strained for more.

"Where'd you two go?" Called Phil's voice from outside in the stadium.

For a moment, the two of them paused, but their desire would not allow them to stop before achieving release.

"You can't just vanish like that. We've got appointments to keep in Thebes!"

Despite how nearby Phil evidently was, Megara arched her body in ecstasy. There was no shame strong enough to undo the joy of being with Hercules. With one hand covering her mouth, she kept the other on him. They wouldn't have much time before Phil caught them. There weren't many options for hiding places around here.

"Hold on," Hercules whispered into her ear. Either he was afraid she'd let go of him, or he thought she'd try to disentangle herself from their lovers' knot. Neither was possible. His fingers dug deeper while his lips grazed her earlobe. How did he expect her to control herself when he was doing the controlling?

"Get out here, kid!" Phil called. "You can always come back if you missed something! We're goin' to Thebes!"

"Ugh!" Hercules buried his face in her hair, but the sound had definitely reached beyond the confines of their hiding place.

The sound and the way his fingers shifted in her made Megara follow him seconds later.

"Yeah, on second thought, you two might need a minute." Phil's voice came from right outside the room. "I'll uh… I'll be on the horse."

Megara glanced at Hercules over her shoulder and found him serene. "We should go home," she whispered. "The villa is built to my exact specifications… with lots of hiding places."

"Oh, yeah?" Affection radiated from Hercules's eyes. "Well… seems like we both have a pretty good idea of what to do with our privacy. Might as well go check it out." He didn't let her up without a deep, probing kiss that threatened to knock her out. Then he helped her to her feet. "You go first. It'll take me a second to clean up." He went for a sweat rag and sheepishly started mopping himself up. "Won't be long… we'll have a home of our own… can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."