Spoilers : A few for "Maternal Instincts," and some for Callisto's prior appearances on H:TLJ, & X:WP but not very many, and nothing unduly critical... read away!

Warning : Plot? What plot? This is basically explicit sex for the sake of sex... In more specific terms, this is a not entirely consensual seduction of Hercules by everybody's favorite insane goddess - and that's pretty much it. There are some naughty words, too - though that's probably to be expected. This is XXX with explicit heterosexual scenes. If this offends you or is illegal where you live, please don't read this story.

Disclaimer : Callisto's madness did not suffer any permanent harm during the writing of this story (more's the pity).

Author's note :

This is set shortly after Callisto is released from the lava flow by Hope in Maternal Instincts, but before they actually begin their attacks on Solon & the centaurs.

E-mail me with comments : Chris M.

Enjoy!

Chained Heart : An Adult Callisto Tale
by Chris M.

Hercules awoke with a throbbing headache, the night before a vague and foggy memory obscured by the bleary haze before his mind's eye. He tried to sit up, but soon gave the effort up as futile; he was in too much pain to try to move. He was lying on a cold floor, a small rock digging into his back. His head hurt, his shoulders hurt... Zeus above! Even his legs hurt.

He moaned piteously, his wretched condition due in no small part to the many tankards of celebratory ale he'd quaffed during the celebration that followed his slaying of the... the... what was that thing anyway? He'd have to ask Gabrielle the next time they ran across Xena, he mused, the thought crawling lugubriously through his brain and leaving tracks in the mud that seemed to coat it. She always seems to know these things...

"Wakey, wakey, big boy."

The cheery words cut through the haze of pain and lingering alcohol like a scalpel, interrupting his thought. "I know that voice," the demigod thought. Cheerful... perky, but with an almost... insane edge. "Oh gods," he thought. "Callisto..." he croaked aloud.

"In the flesh," she responded brightly.

Quickly opening his eyes, Hercules immediately realized it was a mistake. The flaring light of several nearby torches hurt his eyes, and exacerbated his headache. Groaning in misery, he ignored his pain and tried to roll away, only to be brought up short before he'd moved even an inch. "Wha..." he began, silently cursing his overindulgence the night before.

"Feeling... delicate?" Callisto asked, her amusement at his condition clear in her dulcet tones. "Don't worry; I'll kiss it and make it all better."

Grimly, the demigod forced his eyes open despite the pain, then widened them in almost comic shock. The blonde hadn't lied; she was indeed there in the flesh... and not a scrap of clothing covered her gloriously naked body.

"What the...?" He broke off as his voice cracked, then licked his suddenly dry lips with a tongue that felt liked it had been dragged through a sheep's pen. Clearing his throat hoarsely, he was about to demand an explanation, when he noticed his own state of nakedness... except for the chains holding him spread eagled on the stony ground, that is. He smirked, amused by her feeble attempt at controlling him. "Very funny, Callisto. I hate to disappoint you, but no chains forged by man can hold me."

"Well, I guess you'd better escape then," Callisto responded with a girlish giggle, her lips curling into a disappointed pout.

Hercules flexed his mighty thews... Nothing. He strained at the chains again, his muscles swelling with the effort, but to no avail. He fell back against the cold stone floor with a pant of frustrated anger.

"What's the meaning of this?" he demanded, glaring impotently up at her.

"Really, dear, if you must know... Ares stockpiles Hephaestus' chains. He's got dozens stashed all over the world, so it was really no trouble at all to," she paused meaningfully before continuing, "borrow a set." She strutted towards him, hips swaying dangerously and riveting his attention on the shadowed valley between her thighs. The flickering light of the torches licked around her loins, showing him everything, and nothing, and focusing his attention despite his other concerns. Crouching beside him, Callisto gently reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. "Besides, is that any way to talk to an old friend? I'm hurt, really."

"Friend?" he retorted. "You poisoned my family and friends, then destroyed the gods' Apple tree - almost killing virtually everyone I care about." He snorted in disbelief. "We are not friends. And how did you get free, anyway? Xena said..." he trailed off, knowing of her feelings for the warrior.

"Oh, poo," Callisto pouted. "That was ages ago. Surely you don't hold a grudge." One hand stroked his cheek lovingly as she continued. "And I got free with a little help from a dear, sweet... that's unimportant. Besides... I'm a goddess, and you're chained to the floor, so if I say we're old friends, we're old friends. Got me?" The edge in her voice reeked of danger, and helped focus Hercules' attention.

"Right. Now unchain me."

"I don't think so. Not yet, anyway" Callisto smirked.

"Why not?" the demigod queried, knowing he had to play this by her rules... until he was unchained anyway.

"Do I really have to explain these things to you? And I went to so much trouble to set this up." Her voice made it sound like she was explaining the obvious to the feebleminded. "You're naked, I'm naked, we're here all alone... Considering who your father is, let alone your own reputation, I simply assumed..."

"Excuse me?" Hercules asked, not understanding her meaning, or perhaps simply choosing not to believe her.

Callisto rolled her eyes. "We're gonna fuck," she enunciated clearly. "Understand now?"

Hercules snorted. "Not a chance."

The warmth in her eyes chilled slightly. "Oh, yes we are... or what follows will be on your head."

"What do you mean?" he demanded, a tinge of unease beginning to color his words.

"Let's just say that there are two paths I can follow right now... neither of which seems very appealing, considering the emptiness of my existence." She rose and began pacing, wholly unconcerned by her nudity as she gestured wildly while explaining. "Have you ever heard that old saying..." she waved her hand as she reached for the phrase. "Something about strange bedfellows? Well it's true in spades, believe me."

She turned to face him, then abruptly sat on his chest, digging her heels into his ribs and driving the air from his lungs. "Xena created me, you know - I'm sure you've heard it many times before. Killed my family, burned my village, I need vengeance... its old news. But I'm a goddess now," Callisto continued, ignoring the purple tint his face was gaining as he strained to draw breath. "and it's nothing like I thought it would be... and life still pretty much sucks. Even if I'm not buried in lava.

"Occasionally," she continued, "not often, but once in a while, I start to feel... a little bit sorry for some of the things I've done... and this is one of those times." She looked down and noticed his distress. "Oh, don't worry. Usually I get over it, but this time... this time it's really bugging me." She shrugged unconcernedly and rose to resume her pacing.

She continued her explanation as he gasped for air. "Xena's always been the focus of my life. My obsession if you will. I've followed her path through so much in my life, I simply thought I'd take another chapter from her book - see if it helps me now."

"What?" Hercules gasped, not seeing her point.

"Are you really this feeble or are you just trying to irritate me?" Callisto demanded, turning on him. "What do you think I mean? Just because she's Xena's love slave doesn't mean the irritating little blonde can't tell a good story. Ares' balls, every tavern from here to Sparta has been telling the same stupid story - you and Xena make the beast with two backs and she drops her old habits like a hot potato. Starts making 'nice,'" she snickered, "with sweet little Gabby." She laughed outright and added, "Though what it means that after sleeping with you she turned to women, I don't know..."

"It's not that simple, Callisto," Hercules explained slowly, ignoring the dig. "She was ready to change on her own. I simply... helped her make up her mind. There's nothing," he paused as he searched for the right word, "magical in my... my..."

"Sperm? Cum? Jism? Wad? Spunk? Semen?" Her grin was manic.

"I get the point." He sighed, then continued. "Look, it's good that you're trying to change, it really is, but this is definitely not the way. Unchain me, and together we can find you some help." His tone was warm and understanding, and for an instant, it almost looked like she'd agree, but the moment swiftly passed.

"Sorry, that's not one of the options. I really should have started with Iolaus - if I really wanted to follow her script completely - but it didn't matter to her, so I decided not to bother with it." She looked thoughtful. "I suppose I could just track down an irritating little blonde to be my tagalong, but I'd have to kill her husband first." Clucking her tongue, she concluded, "It's just too much hassle."

She glanced down at him, then made her ultimatum. "Either we do it now, or I'll help my new 'friend' with her little plan - and she's nowhere near as kind and gentle as I am."

Shaking his head, Hercules still refused. "I won't. Now let me go, Callisto, before I start to get angry."

The goddess was actually amused by his rising choler. "Oh no... he's upset... whatever will I do?" One hand trailed languidly down his chest before coming to a halt nestled in the sparse hair at the base of his abdomen, gently stroking and twisting amid the sandy brown curls. "I suppose I'll have to convince you."

Skin crawling at the intimate connection, Hercules tried to draw away from her touch, but the chains held him immobile. Despite her beauty, the thought of sleeping with her left his manhood shriveled. The mix of disgust leavened with the healthy dose of fear running down his spine had his skin crawling. His testicles sought shelter within the safety of his torso, and he was as far from aroused as it was physically possible for a male to be.

"You're worse than Ares," she muttered quietly, still teasing at the hairs while slithering down his body. "'Course, I was in Xena's body then." Fortunately, Hercules was too preoccupied to hear her comment.

Eyes widening, the demigod shivered as the goddess began her "convincing." She began slowly, kissing, licking, and nipping her way from the corded tendons of his neck down the length of his torso, pausing long enough to bite teasingly at the throbbing pulse of his jugular. Her lips and hands never ceased their erotic explorations as she traced the hard lines of his muscles ever lower, the firm nubs of her pendulous breasts brushing tantalizingly against his body as they swayed, her body writhing sensuously over and against him, the contrast between her hard muscles and the soft womanly swells sending shivers up his spine.

Exploring and caressing tongue and digits teased at every nerve junction, stimulating each inch of his torso and bringing a rosy glow to his skin that was readily visible even in the dim light. Eyes aglow with passion - and perhaps with some of her madness - she left a trail of inflamed and highly sensitized flesh in the wake of her ministrations.

Hercules' breathing grew labored as she suckled lovingly on one nipple, her teeth scraping sensuously across the sensitive point. "S - S - Stop it," he grated, his voice clearly conveying his mixed feelings as she gyrated her hips against his thigh, marking him with her wetness. She was definitely having an effect on him.

She ignored the feeble protest and continued working her way lower, her tongue now laving his stomach while her fingers delicately stroked his flanks below the protection of his rib cage, tickling and teasing him to distraction. The muscles of his abdomen clenched and twitched under her skillful touch, and Callisto's course altered to teasingly follow the rippling lines delineating the muscles across his stomach. Crouching between his legs, the goddess silently looked up across the length of his quivering torso and looked deeply into his eyes.

The sensual assault gave his body and its desires the strength to temporarily overwhelm his reason. It betrayed him even as he stared down into her burning eyes, and he quivered with the overwhelming desire flooding through his veins. His body desperately wanted her, and no feeble protest his mind could generate would change that.

Hercules unconsciously held his breath as he met her burning gaze. He knew he should be afraid, and he was... but even as his muscles strained against themselves to break free and flee from the specter of the mad goddess, he felt his back arch, thrusting his still shrunken manhood closer to the torrid delights promised by the sultry labors of her hungry mouth.

Callisto's grin was knowing... and mocking. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and his lack of control only spurred her to new heights of creativity as she sweetly tormented his longing flesh.

Her breath held the heat of a desert wind as it blew delicately across his scrotum, the tiny hairs waving as the breeze of her exhalation passed, and despite himself, he felt the flame of desire welling up within him. His manhood twitched and began to swell, unreasoning desire beating down the fear that had earlier unmanned him, and filling him with a desperate longing.

Planting a delicate kiss on the blunt head of his instrument, Callisto giggled as it twitched. "Ooh, Herc, you're making me sooo wet," she moaned.

Callisto was quickly becoming excited, although not from any carnal delights or sensual abandon; she felt Hercules on the verge of submitting to her will, and the pleasure of conquering him did far more to spur her on than any of the feeble lustful urges she'd felt when planning her "seduction" of the demigod. He was doing exactly what she wanted, despite their shared history, and the pleasure of that sent a delicious warmth flooding through her loins. She bent to her task once more with an unholy glee.

Sex had never been of any special interest to Callisto, but driven as she was by her haunted dreams of Xena, with all her lusts - for death, blood, and personal gratification as well as the simple carnal desires - she'd been compelled to learn... and she'd learned well. And, since she was no longer constrained by such feeble mortal concerns as breathing since she had eaten ambrosia and become a goddess... well, suffice it to say her skills were inhumanly good. Hercules didn't stand a chance of holding out under her impassioned assault.

Groaning as Callisto's mouth enveloped him, Hercules twitched and tugged harder at the chains holding him immobile. He burned with need, but he was prevented from doing anything to act on it, or to flee from it. He knew this was all wrong, that he shouldn't touch her, let alone submit to her passions... but he was helpless; the chains held him submissive and docile under her even as she stroked him... and to his surprise, he found that he simply didn't care.

Her hand moved up and down his shaft, while her tongue slowly caressed the underside of his glans. He ached to quench the flame of his need within her smothering depths, but the chains held him still. Her ministrations, his enforced passivity, and the glorious wantonness of her behavior combined to fill him with a fire that consumed all reason.

The humid depths of the goddess' mouth soon had him proudly rampant, forcing Callisto to back off slightly as the length of it threatened to choke her. Saliva oozed out from around her tautly stretched lips, the pair's motion forcing it to flow slickly down his shaft, lubricating it and allowing the hand she was continuing to masturbate him with to glide more smoothly up and down its length.

Hercules groaned in frustration as she pulled back until only the crown remained within her suckling mouth, then groaned again in pleasure as the end of her tongue swirled around the head, teasing it unmercifully. "What are you doing to me?" he gasped.

Callisto's eyes twinkled, though he couldn't see them, but she didn't answer; she let her actions speak instead. Faster and faster Callisto worked him, driving him into an almost bacchanal frenzy.

Growling, Hercules pulled madly at the chains holding him immobile until the blood trickled down his forearms, the muscles in his chest jumping as he strained to unchain himself, but he remained bound. Increasingly, however, he found that he didn't mind - his confinement added a spice to the erotic play that he found remarkably appealing. The haze of residual inebriation had faded under the heat suffusing his flesh, and despite his earlier hesitation, Hercules was beginning to get into it.

The chains held him mostly immobile, but without hesitation he jerked his hips off the ground every inch the few slack links allowed him, feverishly trying to drive himself deeper into Callisto's hungry mouth. It had been far too long since he'd been with a woman, and the raw carnality of the goddess' assault was bringing him to the point of no return faster than he would have believed possible.

Rocking in counterpoint to his thrusts, Callisto ignored his attempts to deepen her assault, moving with his hips to keep him at only a minimal penetration. She played him with the skill of a master, inflaming his senses and arousing him to a state of near mindless lust.

Growling like an animal, Hercules thrust his hips in a swift staccato pattern as he felt the pressure building within him and his control beginning to slip. His hands clenched impotently at the Hephaestian chains binding him, even as his back arched in rising ecstasy, lifting his tightly clenched butt off the cold floor in preparation for his fulfillment.

Reading his imminent climax, Callisto pulled her head away from him with a final slurping lick. A trail of glimmering drool connected her lips to his blood-engorged head, which throbbed its protest of the sudden cessation of her stimulation. Grinning evilly, Callisto murmured, "Oh no, you don't," before reaching down to grab him near the twitching base of his manhood. She pushed hard and squeezed him unmercifully, halting the flood of semen with the pressure on his urethra and putting him over the edge.

Hercules' eyes rolled back in their sockets as Callisto's grip halted his ejaculation. Lights exploded in his brain as he felt an orgasm rock him, but it provided no relief. If anything, it made him even more aroused as the strange sensation flooded his mind. Moaning in commingled ecstasy and torment, the waves washed over him until he slumped panting onto the stone floor, still achingly erect and still burning with unsated arousal.

Moments later, when he had returned to his senses, he raised his head slightly to watch Callisto wipe her chin with one delicate finger, breaking the string of saliva connecting them. She wiped her hand gently on his sweat-dampened pubic mound then grinned at him. "I think you're convinced now," she informed him.

"What did you do?" Hercules panted, still recovering from the sensations she'd inflicted on him. He'd heard of some things like that from Iolaus - after his travels in the East - but never ever felt anything similar before.

Without answering, Callisto reached out and gently resumed stroking his painfully stiff penis. A single pearly drop of sperm oozed out from the slit atop the swollen head, the bead shockingly white against the inflamed purple-red flesh of his glans. Without ceasing her stroking of him, with one finger from the other hand she delicately broke the pearl and smoothed the thick liquid around the head.

Hercules groaned as the rough edge of her fingernail scraped against the delicate skin, the pain soothed an instant later by the gentle pressure of her finger tip smearing his own essence across the sensitive flesh. "Gods!" he yelped, muscles twitching involuntarily.

"It's time," Callisto announced, releasing her grip on him before drawing her hands away with one last lingering caress.

"What?" Hercules demanded once more.

Remaining mute, the goddess rose to her feet and gingerly placed one foot on each side of his hips. She planted her fists on her hips and stared down at him, delighting in his obvious approval.

Hercules' eyes widened as he drank in the sight of her body. The flickering torchlight danced across the supple curves and lines of her figure, and his straining manhood twitched at the aura of raw sex she exuded. Her untamed mane of blonde hair glowed with the essence of the fire backlighting it, and her eyes gleamed with a heady mix of lust, passion, and madness.

"I like you like this - chained and supine beneath me..." she proclaimed.

She was a goddess, both figuratively and literally, and the demigod's body yearned to worship at her altar. "Callisto..." he began, the strain in his voice clear.

Grinning maniacally, she slowly crouched, swaying her hips seductively as her knees gradually opened and the seat of her womanhood neared the straining tip of his desire. "Shhh..." she whispered back, hovering bare inches above him. "Watch me..."

Balancing gracefully on her widespread feet, Callisto sat on nothing, though the muscles on her thighs visibly tensed as they took the strain. Cooing seductively, she opened herself to his eager vision with one delicate hand, showing him in the dim light her swollen and glistening excitement.

Ignoring Hercules' groan of frustration and desire, she slowly ran her fingers through the tangled blonde curls below her belly, then after making sure his eyes were open once more and riveted to her display, she sank a finger deep into her torrid depths. Vocalizing her pleasure for the first time, she moaned breathily as she slowly began stroking her inner walls with the probing digit.

Hercules couldn't move if his life depended on it. The muscles of her inner thighs twitched as she slowly pleasured herself before his eyes, framing the erotic movements in an incredible display of balance and poise. It was the single most arousing thing he'd seen in his life, and it captivated him like lodestone to iron.

Licking his lips, his eyes followed a single glimmering drop of her essence as it drooled out of her heated core, splashing wetly around the swift thrusting of her fingers. It dribbled down across her flushed and pouting labial lips, only to gradually coalesce once more, hanging off a delicate strand of hair sprouting from beneath one of the sharp fingernails with which Callisto held herself open.

The glimmering jewel of her fluid elongated into a teardrop, then gradually stretched until finally dripping free. Hercules almost exploded as her nectar dripped onto the aching head of his manhood, and he felt a fresh surge of lust firing through his body and filling him with a renewed strength.

His hips shot up as his back arched from the exquisite sensation, but Callisto had positioned herself perfectly; no matter how he strained, he could not reach her. He writhed against the floor in a desperate effort to gain the release he needed, his aching need longing for its fulfillment... but failed. He slumped exhausted from the effort back onto the stone floor and stared desperately at her ongoing performance, the sound of his blood surging filling his ears as his heart pounded wildly in his breast.

Callisto threw her head back in delight as Hercules submitted to her once more. He was helpless under her, and that gave her far more pleasure than she had anticipated. She was actually enjoying herself, the feeling strange and almost alien to her. Slowing the motion of her hips, she gradually ceased her self-pleasuring, then rested her hands on her straining thighs. It was time, she decided.

Smiling, Callisto arched her back and bent fluidly at the waist, the warm ache in her thighs from their exertion easing as she shifted positions. Stretching out her hand, she leaned her weight on that third balance, mashing her fingers into his lips, and smearing her warm juices across his face as she carefully positioned herself.

Licking his lips, Hercules drank in her essence despite the painful pressure as she leaned against his head, savoring the taste of her excitement. Forcing his jaw to open, he drew in the tips of her fingers, swirling his tongue around the wet digits and gathering every hint of the nectar covering them.

Startled by the sensation, Callisto froze as she looked down to see a fiery light in his gaze nearly mirroring that in her own eyes. "Maybe this would actually work," she thought in surprise. Grinning once more, she reached under her to grab him once more, holding his twitching member steady as she sank down onto him.

They groaned in unison in shared carnal delight as he ascended slowly into her torrid depths, the exquisite sensation as she swallowed him diverting them both momentarily. Callisto froze in position before he had sunk more than a few inches into her, the heat of his shaft stretching her and forcing her to move much slower than she had wanted - and much slower than he wanted.

Feeling her stop, Hercules groaned, closing his eyes and soaking in the sensation as her warm inner muscles alternately gripped and released him, milking him unmercifully. It was incredible... and he wanted more. Flexing, he managed to sink another inch into her body, but the strain was too much for his already aching muscles and he soon slumped back onto the ground, the sweat dripping off the hardened planes of his body.

Callisto felt him thrust forward slightly, then pull back once more, but remained still. She wasn't that experienced - most of her sexual encounters had been while her soul was in Xena's body - and consequently she desperately needed to accustom herself to his heroic size.

Gaining her equilibrium once more, she lowered herself slightly, sinking until almost half his length had been swallowed by her welcoming nether lips. A startled groan of pleasure escaped her lips as she absorbed his warmth, her tissues delightfully straining to accommodate his girth. Soft words of encouragement reached her ears as she soaked in the pleasure of their connection, though she responded only with a faint moan of delight.

Finally realizing her purpose for the slow advance, Hercules remained still when she halted this time, though the effort made the sweat on his forehead bead much quicker. The muscles in his lower buttocks flexed as he tried to remain motionless, making his shaft twitch within her, pressing the crown against her inner walls and sending a fresh surge of pleasure burning through her nerves.

"Ooh, that's delightful," the goddess purred. "Do it again," she commanded.

Hercules strained to obey, but the wash of sensations, his tired and aching muscles, and the confused signals his mind and body were sending caused a muscle to jerk uncontrollably, knocking his hip into one of Callisto's ankles and breaking her precarious balance. With a startled yelp, her weight collapsed down onto him, driving him into her to the hilt and landing one firm globe of her ass squarely atop one of his testicles.

Their screams of commingled ecstasy and agony resounded within the cave.

As a goddess, minor injuries healed almost before they were born, but the sudden tearing sensation as she was impaled lingered, sending a fiery wave of sensation through her abdomen. She rested, breathing heavily as she repositioned herself to put her knees and lower legs under her (incidentally freeing his tortured ball) and panting as she recovered. "That was..." she mused silently. It was impossible to describe, but it had felt incredible.

Hercules simply kept his eyes tightly closed. Fortunately, she had only managed to graze his testicle, but her weight had stretched the skin of his scrotum and made the ball squirt away from the compression inside his sac. Still, the ache from his injured anatomy almost unmanned him. The feel of Callisto's inner muscles caressing him along the full length of his buried shaft kept him aroused and curled his toes as they fluidly clenched and massaged him.

"Naughty boy," Callisto admonished, raising herself on the balls of her feet and lifting her weight off him slightly. "I'll have to punish you for that... later." She slowly lifted herself several inches, then sank down once more, delighting in the new sensations and the remarkable feeling of fullness.

She started almost painfully slowly, lifting herself only slightly before sinking down once more, in motion so sedate and movements so gradual that he could actually watch the individual muscles in her body clench and release as she gyrated over and around him. She eventually increased her speed, raising and lowering her hips while rocking slightly back and forth, guiding the motion of his manhood with her body as she directed his thrusts to where she wished it to hit within her longing depths.

The mild pain in his balls was soon forgotten as Callisto increased the tempo, her clutching opening licking enjoyably along his shaft as she thrust herself down upon it faster and faster. Soon, he was thrusting upwards as well as he could, to meet her on her downstrokes, their groins meeting with a slickly slapping force as they worked increasingly instinctively for their pleasures.

Growling ferally, Callisto leaned down and roughly grabbed his torso, using the grip on his moist flanks to help keep her hips in motion while brushing her turgid nipples against his sweat- slicked flesh as her breasts rocked back and forth with her movements.

Hercules groaned and arched up into her, the slick heat of her depths raising his arousal to a new and painful intensity. He closed his eyes and operated purely on instinct, muscles straining both to pleasure her and to keep from reaching his own prematurely.

Arching, the goddess lifted her torso away from his body, throwing her head back and shaking her loose mane of hair out of her face. Her hips remained fluidly in motion, driving Hercules deeply into her depths again and again, sending him plunging into the sultry inner reaches of her core.

Biting her lower lip, Callisto lifted one arm to hold her breasts still, absorbing the jolting they'd been receiving with her arm while teasing one firm nipple between her thumb and fingers. She alternated arms occasionally, giving equal time to each firm nub as she pleasured herself atop his impaling manhood.

Harder and faster she pounded herself down onto his rigid staff, the earthy smell of sweat and the fruits of their union filling her nostrils. Slick sounds of friction and the slap of moist flesh filled the air, driving her on, the noises interspersed with an occasional grunt and moan from the coupling pair.

This was no act of love. It was rough, raw, primal sex - but still they loved it. What had started out as a planned, cautious and calculated seduction by Callisto had turned into a raw display of sexual frenzy... and they eagerly gave themselves over to the madness. The speed and power of their thrusts were far beyond the capabilities of mere mortals to create or contain, and they gloried in it, the sensations driving them on and on to ever more wild and forceful gyrations as they crashed together in a frenzied display of carnal power and control.

Again and again she raised herself until only the tip of his shaft remained inside her, only to come crashing down again, impaling herself delightfully upon his blood-engorged pole. Animalistic sounds escaped their lips as they fucked wildly, their joy in the pleasures of their union cried out in wordless shouts of passion and fulfillment. Grinding her pelvis roughly into his, she met him thrust for thrust, forcing him ever deeper into her depths, and rubbing her rampant clitoris against his shaft and the coarse hairs surrounding it.

Something had to give. The coupling was too potent, too forceful for anyone in such a position to control themselves for long. Keeping one hand on her breasts, Callisto supported herself only with her legs as she took the other and began caressing the point of their connection, fingers roughly sliding across her clit to also stroke his shaft, before beginning to jerk back and forth, gathering their mingled juices and smearing it across their frantically driving organs.

Hercules stiffened. The firm, yet yielding strokes of her fingers along his shaft put him over the edge. Viscerally screaming out his pleasure, his roaring cry of "Ca-lli-sto" echoed through the cavern as he arched into her depths for one final stroke.

"Don't you dare, you son-of-a-bacchae!" Callisto screeched, redoubling her efforts and abandoning her caresses of him to concentrate solely on herself. "I'm almost there..." Grunting, she slumped her torso forward onto his sweaty body, forcing her clit to roughly rub against him as she slammed herself down onto him again and again while grinding the tender skin of her nipples against the course hair on his chest.

It was too much. Hercules exploded deep within Callisto, his molten essence splashing against her matrix as she continued to wildly ride him, her furious fucking not ceasing even though he slowed his motions. His ejaculation joined her own liquid outpourings as he rode out the waves of his pleasure. He cried out in delighted pleasure as she continued to move around him, the clenching of her inner muscles stroking him through each eruption and sending him to new levels of delight.

Callisto arched her back and slammed herself down onto him one final time, hips continuing to move slowly as she convulsed in the throes of her own ecstasy. His explosion within her depths had triggered her own climax, and she rocked forcefully against him, savoring each transitory hint of luscious delight as she forced his still tumescent shaft to caress her insides while she manually stroked herself through wave after wave of pleasure that washed through her.

When the last ounce of pleasure had been extracted and savored from the coupling, Callisto collapsed onto Hercules' panting body, his shaft still trapped within her soaked and slightly sore depths. "That... was pretty good," she murmured after recovering a little from her overwhelming excess of emotions.

Hercules smiled up into her flushed face, and sighed in satisfaction. "Yeah. It was, wasn't it?"

Sighing, Callisto sat up, still gripping him within her with the velvet grip of her inner walls. "Yes, but it's not enough."

Looking blank, Hercules asked, "What?" his mind not working clearly as her body continued to stimulate him.

"It's not enough." Rising fluidly to her feet, the goddess lifted herself off him, but remained straddling him while she looked down into his eyes. "Let's face it... sex - no matter how good - isn't going to make me forget the screams of my family dying, or take away the stench of their burning flesh from my nostrils."

"But... but..." the demigod began, looking up into her eyes, his still rampant manhood twitching as he struggled to realign his thought processes.

"Oh, don't worry, dear. I'm not going to kill you." She paused, then grinned, a familiar gleam in her eye. "Not now, anyway. I suppose I should have just gone to the trouble of finding myself an irritating little blonde."

"It's not too late, Callisto. You know it's not."

"I'm afraid so," the goddess shrugged. "I'm all over my little crisis of conscience, now."

She looked down as she felt a small trail of their mixed juices oozing down her leg, her stance holding her vaginal opening agape and letting their fluids leak out. Wiping it up with one finger, she idly licked it clean. "I guess there really wasn't anything magical in your sperm, after all. Just another one of Gabby's stories that she got wrong."

"Callisto..."

Gesturing, Callisto was surrounded by a gout of flame that singed Hercules' skin. When it faded away, she was dressed once more in her leather armor. She sank down once more atop him, her leathers rough against his slightly burned skin. Pausing to lick the slowly drying blood off of one of his wrists, she whispered, "Think of me..." before kissing him roughly and shoving her tongue into his mouth, letting him taste the commingled juices and his blood still coating it.

"Callisto! Callisto!" the demigod screamed, trying to get through to her once more.

Standing up again, she ignored his cries as she sauntered away. With a final mocking wave, she vanished in a flash of flame, leaving only her giggling laughter behind.

"Callisto!"

Epilogue

The torches soon burned out, the wood consumed by the flames, and Hercules was left in darkness. Tired, he succumbed to the exhaustion his overindulgences had left in his body, and fell gratefully into Morpheus' embrace.

"...les? HERC, WHERE ARE YOU?" he heard after an unknown length of time, rousing from his slumber.

"Iolaus!" he called, "Here I am!"

"HERC?" his friend called back, louder, following the siren lure of the demigod's voice.

"In here!" Hercules called again, coughing slightly to clear his throat.

"Thank Artemis I found you," Iolaus began walking into the subterranean chamber in which the demigod had been chained. "I was afraid..." he trailed off as the light of his torch revealed his friend's condition.

"Don't say a word," Hercules began. "Just let me loose."

Wide eyed, Iolaus simply nodded. Lighting some of the spare torches he carried, he replaced the burned-out brands in the sconces inset along the walls with the fresh ones and threw bright light into the chamber for the first time.

Despite himself, he couldn't help staring at the demigod's chained and helpless form. "I was going to ask what you were doing, but it seems pretty clear." The crusted stains around his genitals and dripped across his chest made plain what he had been doing; the scratch marks and the "love" bite on his neck made pretty good clues, too.

"Just undo the chains, Iolaus," Hercules gritted. "We have to find Xena."

"Xena? She's on the other side of the country. It'll be days before we can get there, even if the weather stays clear." The hunter struggled with the locks, but couldn't open them. "Um, Herc?"

"I know, I know... Hephaestus made them. Just find my gauntlets," he carefully instructed, trying not to let his foul mood color his words.

"Hephaestus? Geez, Herc, you're right... the god does need a new hobby." His voice faded into the shadowy regions of the cavern as he searched for the big man's clothes. "So who was it who did this to you? Ares?" Remembering the stains, he stammered to a halt, then swiftly resumed, his voice carefully neutral, "I mean Aphrodite? Maybe Discord?"

"It was Callisto."

"Callisto?" Iolaus voice rose in volume mid word. "Oh boy. Yeah, I guess we do need to find Xena..." He trailed off as he approached him, his eyes taking on a faraway look. "So... how was it?"

The End.