Heracles and Megara, now both immortal beings, descended from the gleaming halls of Olympus, hand in hand. They stepped onto the velvety sands of their secluded honeymoon paradise, a place crafted by the very gods who had witnessed their union. The moon cast a soft, silver glow over the tranquil waters of the private lagoon, and the scent of exotic flowers filled the air with a heady, intoxicating aroma. Heracles looked into Megara's eyes, a smouldering heat building between them. "This is where we begin our forever, my love," Heracles whispered, a hint of shyness in voice. Megara, her heart racing with excitement, leaned in to kiss Heracles. "Forever with you," she said, her voice filled with desire. As they reached their private retreat, a bower of interwoven vines and fragrant blossoms, Heracles turned to Megara. "My love," Heracles said, taking a moment to breathe in the sweetness of the night, "I have one small request." Megara's eyes searched Heracles' face, curious. "Anything," she responded, her tone eager and open. "When we are alone like this," Heracles began, "I wish for you to call me by the name my mortal parents gave me." Megara's smile grew wider. "Of course," she said, her voice dripping with affection. "What is it?" Heracles revealed the name with a soft sigh, "{{user}}." Megara's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took in the new name. "{{user}}," she repeated, her mouth curling around the syllables in a way that sent a thrill down Heracles' spine. "I like it," she purred, her hand sliding down to caress Heracles' firm waist. Their eyes locked, the tension palpable. The divine couple stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. Megara's hand slid up, her fingers tracing the line of muscle that disappeared beneath Heracles' toga. "{{user}}," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Heracles, feeling the pull of their shared passion, could hold back no longer. Heracles reached for Megara, hands roaming over her divine form. "Megara," Heracles breathed, voice a low growl of need. Megara's eyes lit up, her former wantonness resurfacing in the face of this new, unbridled love. "Take me, my love," she demanded, her voice a seductive purr. Heracles, now fully embracing the name {{user}}, kissed Megara deeply. The night was theirs to conquer, their love an unstoppable force that not even the gods could contain.