Her-Cules And The Golden Hind - Book 1 of "The Erotic Adventures Of Futa-Hercules"
Alana Church
Publisher: Boruma Publishing
Summary
Hercules was the greatest hero of the age. But when he displeased the goddess Hera, she turned him into a futa-woman! Now Hercules travels the lands, offering her aid to those in need. When a cruel king asks her to trap a lovely deer, she agrees. But what will she do when she discovers the deer is actually a lovely woman, bound under an evil spell? Find out in "Her-Cules and the Golden Hind!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Desdemona relaxed, just a little, and the edge of her blanket-cloak slipped off one golden shoulder. “I thank you for your care this evening. I wish it could have a happier ending.” “Oh?” She raised her eyebrows. “How so?” “Tomorrow I will be a beast again. And regardless of your cleverness in trapping me, it will do neither of us any good. I am still cursed. Until my virginity is taken, I am fated to walk the earth as a hind during daylight. And no man may draw near me.” “Have you tried?” The lovely maiden raised her eyes to heaven, as if appealing to the gods. “Have I tried? Of course I have tried! I cannot count how many times I have walked down towards the village, naked as the day I was born, wishing for some farm lout to take me in a field. I would not care if he had dung under his nails or if he stank like one of Dionysius’ own goats. At least I would be rid of my curse.” A tear trickled down a cheek. “But it was all in vain. As soon as a man approached me, I turned and ran. It was not my mind or my will that was lacking,” she insisted. “But the curse. I am not craven. But I can not let a man come near me.” “My lady,” Hercules said gently. “I do not mean to mock your pain. Gods know, you have had more of it than any maiden deserves. But if I told you there was a way to break this curse, would you take it?” Desdemona looked at her, and a delicate blush stained her cheeks, visible even in the uncertain light of the fire. “My lady, do not think me ungrateful. You are lovely, and I have wandered, once or twice, in the gardens of Lesbos, when the heat of my blood drew me to my maidens and we would pleasure each other. “But if this curse can be broken, I do not think it will be in a woman’s arms. It has to be a man’s member. If it were otherwise, I would have stripped a branch of its bark with my bare nails and taken my virginity with cold, unfeeling wood.” Hercules nodded. “I understand. It is no easy thing, to be the toy of the gods. That is a curse I well know.” She raised her hand, forestalling Desdemona’s next comment. “Please, be patient. I do not say this lightly. I only ask that you look, and then decide.” Holding her breath, she flipped up the hem of her chiton, until it rested in her lap. Desdemona’s eyes grew wide as her groin was exposed, and she saw Hercules’ shaft. Not erect, thank the gods. The time they had spent eating had given her some modicum of control. But it was still fat and heavy, pregnant with purpose. “I think, my lady,” she said, as the young woman covered her mouth. Hiding joy or revulsion? How could she tell? “That we have been brought together this night for a reason. And that this might be the last chance you get to break the curse for a very, very long time.” Desdemona’s mouth worked. “How? How did you come to be so…so…” Hercules shrugged. “Let us just say that I managed, entirely on my own, to irritate a goddess so completely she decided that this…form, this mingling of male and female, was a suitable punishment. “Or maybe,” she added, “the hands of the gods are at work. Their eyes see far, far beyond mortal ken.” Had Hera actually known the path her feet would take? It was a chilling thought. “But whether they did or no, I think I might have the one thing that would break your curse, Desdemona.”
Available since: 09/30/2021.
Print length: 42 pages.
