Fit Young Hero Part 1 Reposted

This was taken down because my dumbass self made it a public post. I'm posting it again as a private post. Part 2 is about 85% done as I post this, and will be coming within the hour when I finish and edit it.

Megara had done lots of demeaning things in her service to Hades. The way she entered that service was the worst out of all of them.

She’d been young. In love. When her man lost his life, she sold her own soul to resurrect him… only for him to move on with someone else. Devotion, she learned back then, was always uneven. It was better to cut herself off. She worked for Hades, doing the dirty work he needed done. Often, that included stamping out heroes that may become a threat to the god’s interests. 

She just wasn’t used to them being so young.

Megara ran her fingers over a wine goblet, looking across the room. She was in a Theban bar that was filled with music from a performer, her singing voice and lyre enchanting lots of drunk men. One of the only people in the room not looking at the performer was a boy of only eighteen years. He was wearing a toga, but he had tan lines where armor would hug his muscular body. Megara wasn’t the only one looking at him. Around the room, a few other girls were looking intently as well. With that much attention, other men would already have left this place for the privacy of their bedroom, bringing along company.

This boy didn’t seem interested in that. He drank water instead of wine. Occasionally, Megara caught him controlling the water, making it float and take on shapes. 

He was a son of Poseidon who’d recently gained acclaim. He’d slaughtered the Minotaur first, sending a handful of other famous monsters to Tartarus soon after. Hades feared that his nephew was ready to target him. Rumor had it, the hero wanted to reclaim the soul of his late mother.

He’s less of a fool than me, Megara thought. At least it wasn’t a lover he was chasing.

Still, Hades wasn’t taking chances. He feared this boy, named Perseus, and wanted him dealt with before any quests could be undertaken. That’s where Megara came in.

She was wearing her typical purple dress, one that showed ample cleavage and illustrated her perfect hourglass figure. Megara turned her head to the side, making her reddish hair sway. She was careful not to lick her lips. A special lipstick covered them. One good kiss would be a death sentence for any man. 

Her heart slightly heavy, Megara went to end a young life.

She swayed her hips crossing the room. Her ass pulled the attention of men all over. The musician pouted and ended her show abruptly, seeing that she’d lost her audience and wasn’t likely to make any more tips. Megara ignored all those looking at her, pushed a man back into his seat as he started to rise toward her, and stopped in front of the hero’s table.

“Hello. You look lonely,” she said.

Perseus looked at her. He had very bright piercing green eyes, which made Megara nervous given the secrets she was hiding.

“Did I?” Perseus asked. “I wasn’t trying to. You can sit down, if you want, though. I don’t have anything against company.”

Megara touched his hand. Even her fingers were sensual. This was her skillset; beauty honed like a knife, against which no man was invulnerable.

“I would rather we leave this place,” Megara said. “Together.”

Perseus looked at her. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence for him. Everyone knew that heroes were especially well rewarded between their exploits. Even the ugly ones were popular, and Perseus was not that. He was so good looking that even Megara’s heart, which she’d striven to turn dead and cold, was beating faster just by looking at him.

His piercing eyes roved her. Despite herself and her mission, Megara felt a girlish thrill when he stood up, showing her looks had passed his assessment.

“I have a room upstairs,” Perseus said. “Should I show it to you?”

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“AHHH! Mmmmm! MM! GAH!” Megara screamed.

She had both her hands wrapped around one of Perseus’s muscular forearms. Her dress had been yanked up to her hips and his fingers were inside her pussy. She could feel them squirming. He was FAR from inexperienced at this. The moment they got to his room, he’d pinned her against the door and started fucking the life out of her with just his fingers.

“You’re so forward!” she gasped. “At least give me a kiss first!”

Perseus looked her in the eyes, said nothing, and kept going. Megara couldn’t help screaming again.

“GAH! AHHH! AHHH! MMMMMM!”

She pushed her skull into the door’s wood, biting down her moans and forcing herself to speak. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go! Although, the thought of Perseus stopping… hurt.

“C’mon hero! Kiss these lips!” Megara said in a gravelly voice.

Perseus ignored her again. He moved his fingers in a way that poked Megara’s womb. She hadn’t realized they were so long, and he was merciless in the way that he pressed them into her!

Perseus ran one of his hands along Megara’s bust and torso. He grasped one of her breasts. Megara moaned again. He was as fierce as the monsters he was famed for slaying! She didn’t hate it. Although, it was making it hard to do her job.

For a moment, Megara completely forgot about the mission from Hades. If the god ever discovered that, he was bound to increase her servitude again. Still, Megara couldn’t help it. Servant of the underworld or not, she was still a woman. Her body had its needs, which Perserus was meeting and exceeding.

“Do you do this a lot?” Megara gasped at him.

“Do you?” Perseus asked.

It was the first time since they got to his room that he gave her an answer. Just like his eyes, his tone made Megara uncomfortable. It was like he knew something.

“I was saving myself for a hero,” Megara purred. “I can say I’ve found him.”

Perseus chuckled. Was he amused by her? Or was something else funny?

Megara couldn’t ponder it. Perseus did something to her with his powers. Her pussy juices turned into a cyclone that swirled around his fingers. Megara’s eyes instantly closed. She screamed for him, embarrassingly, like the maiden that she was pretending to be. She wouldn’t be surprised if the entire inn could hear her voice.

When Perseus removed his hand, more discharge than Megara’s body had ever released flowed out of her cunt. She could feel the warmth of it going down the insides of her thighs and dripping from her kneecaps. Megara didn’t need to call upon her talents as an actress when she looked at Perseus with pure respect. 

“Being with you is like sailing through a storm of pleasure,” Megara said. “Won’t you give me that kiss?”

Finally, Perseus leaned toward her. As his lips came closer, Megara experienced pangs in her heart.

It was such a shame to kill a man just entering his manhood. She felt that the moment she laid eyes on him. Now, though, thinking about how she was sending the greatest woman-pleaser in Greece to the Underworld prematurely? It made her heart break.

Not that she had any choice. Hades owned her. She was one of his souls to command, no matter what she thought or pitied.

Megara puckered her lips. Instead of meeting them, Perseus touched them with his finger.

Megara felt a peeling sensation. Something was stripped off of her mouth. Perseus did it as easily as when he turned her pussy into a cyclone.

She found herself staring at a floating ball of dark red lipstick.

“Impossible! You’re only a child of the seas!” Megara said.

Perseus shrugged. “I’ve found that I can do many things my siblings can’t. Handling poisons is just one of those.”

Megara froze as if she had become a statue. She looked across the room at where Perseus’s sword was resting. He wouldn’t need it, if he wanted to kill her. As a male demigod, he could choke the life out of her if he chose to.

And why wouldn’t he? She tried to kill him. He knew it. This was it, Megara thought.

Instead of her neck being snapped, her dress was ripped off.

“I won’t ask why you did it,” Perseus said.

“What!?” Megara exclaimed. She didn’t even attempt to cover her sinful body. “You’re just letting me off?”

“That was the idea,” Perseus said, shrugging off his toga. Megara was briefly distracted by the absolute scepter he carried between his legs. 

She forced herself to look up. “But I just tried to kill you!”

“You failed,” Perseus said.

“What if I try again?”

He chuckled. Megara’s wet pussy got even more soaked as she observed his confidence.

“You’ll fail again,” he said, no doubt in his voice that he spoke true. “I’m hard to kill.”

Harder than you can manage, Megara’s mind translated. And damn, did that turn her on even more.

She wasn’t left waiting. Perseus decided that they were done talking. He gave her the kiss she’d been waiting for, now that the poison was gone.

Just, before kissing her, he spun her around and thrusted into her from behind. Perseus grabbed her chin and bent her neck back. With Megara’s face upside down, Perseus kissed her straight on the lips, his dick ramming her pussy the whole time.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“MMMmmmmmmm…” Megara moaned into their kiss. 

Perseus kept his fingers latched onto the underside of her chin. His hands were calloused like a sailor’s; or a swordsman’s. Megara felt them scraping on her dainty womanly skin. Her ass that the tavern patrons admired was clapping for Perseus. He was as relentless as the tide on Greece’s most violent beach.

“If you do not slow down… I am going to…!” Megara stammered. 

She couldn’t finish her warning before what she was thinking came to pass. She orgasmed as hard as she did for his fingers, drenching his dick. Perseus turned her toward him again, hoisted one of her legs, and kept ravaging her pussy. He wasn’t as innocent as he tended to act. Megara could see him SMIRKING at her.

“You’re going to what?”

Megara moaned in a low voice. “Cum my brains out… But it’s too late for that warning.

“Seems like it,” Perseus said.

Megara’s breasts were beginning to fly as he ravaged her. They swung around. They weren’t as heavy as the jugs Aphrodite carried around but Megara was very well endowed. Her eyes rolled into her skull as the hero she’d been chasing pounded the fuck out of her. She had hunted carelessly and stumbled into the den of a wolf.

Lucky her.

“I wonder who sent you after me?” Perseus mused out loud. “Athena? She’s bound to be holding a grudge after the things I did to her favorite daughter. Zeus has always had it out for me as well. Or was it my other uncle?”

Something about Megara’s moans gave him the answer he was looking for. Or Perseus had already known.

“So that’s your master,” Perseus said. “Let’s see how long you can stay loyal. You wouldn’t be the first servant girl I’ve turned to my side.”

If Megara wasn’t moaning the way that she was, she would’ve admitted that he’d already one her over. Her loyalty to Hades shattered somewhere around his tenth thrust. This dick was far too good to give up.

“I’ll tell you anything about him! I’ll help you in any way!” Megara shouted. “Just finish inside of me!”

She thought she had transcended love and lust. She didn’t know about the former, but the latter? 

If she thought it was gone, she was a fool. She was this hero’s newest conquest. She wanted him to keep ravishing her forever.

“All I have to do is cum inside?” Perseus asked. “But I was going to do that anyway.”

Megara came on the spot from the honesty in his voice. And his dick slamming into her womb. That was probably the main reason.

Perseus took her all over the room all night long. He folded her like a pretzel, banging her in more shapes than Megara knew her body could make. At one point, he had her upside down with her shoulders on the bed and her ass against the wall. She liked that one the best, because when Perseus came inside of her some of it dripped down her stomach all the way to her mouth, where she could slurp it up. 

The poison lay in a forgotten puddle by the door. Megara’s harmless lips were wrapped around his dick in the late hours of the night. She didn’t have the neck strength left to pleasure him, so Perseus pushed her head down at his leisure. Megara was kneeling in between his legs, lifting her ass while he used her throat, his cum dripping from between her legs.

Perseus suddenly came. It was a smaller load than the earlier ones.  Megara finally felt his dick soften. It had already given her more cum than she thought even gods could muster.

Megara sat up, her cheeks puffed out to hold onto every drop of cum. She was exhausted, seconds away from falling unconscious, but still managed to swallow it all. When she was done she panted, looking heatedly at Perseus through the fringe of her hair. Her sexy body was covered in and leaking his cum, as well used as it could get. Perseus gently touched her cheek and jaw, smiling as he checked that she’d really swallowed it all.

“I should make more enemies like Hades, if they all send such nice prizes to me,” Perseus said.

“There’s no one as nice as me,” Megara swore to him. “I’m the best mortal lover in all of Greece! So please… keep me by your side.”

Smiling, Perseus pulled her close and rolled over, the two of them cuddling together. Literally being kept at his side made Megara feel just as much warmth as when he’d been cumming inside of her.

She had a new master now, and she couldn’t be happier about the upgrade.