Chapter 171: “Then we’ll see who’s begging.”*
Demeter lounged against a pillar, her auburn braid loosened, her wheat-colored robes open to reveal the curve of her hips. Leto stood nearby, her silver hair catching the light like moonlight on water, her pale blue silk dress slipping off one shoulder. Maia, still flushed, sat on the edge of the throne, her green robes bunched around her thighs, her dark eyes bright with a mix of awe and hunger.
The air was heavy, not with exhaustion, but with a restless need that hadn’t been sated. Zeus’s gaze swept over the goddesses, his lips curling into a slow, wicked grin. "You all look like you’re ready for more," he said, his voice a low rumble, thick with promise.
Demeter laughed, the sound warm and earthy, as she pushed off the pillar and sauntered toward him. "You think you can keep up with us?" she teased, her fingers trailing along the edge of the throne, her eyes glinting with challenge.
Metis leaned closer to Zeus, her lips brushing his ear. "She’s got a point," she murmured, her voice husky, her hand sliding down his chest, nails grazing his skin. "But I know you. You’re not done yet."
Zeus’s hand caught Metis’s wrist, pulling her onto his lap again, her body fitting against his like she was made for it. "Not even close," he growled, his lips finding her neck, kissing the soft skin there, tasting the faint salt of her sweat. She shivered, her hands tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.
Leto stepped closer, her movements graceful but deliberate, her silver hair swaying as she knelt beside the throne. "Let’s see how much you’ve got left," she said, her voice soft but laced with heat. Her hands slid up Zeus’s thigh, her fingers brushing the inside of his leg, teasingly close to where he was already hardening again.
Maia watched, her breath catching, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her robes. "I... I want more," she said, her voice quiet but firm, her cheeks flushed as she met Zeus’s gaze. "Show me again."
Zeus’s eyes darkened, his cock stirring at the sight of her, so eager yet so new to this. "Come here," he said, his voice a low command, his hand beckoning her closer. Maia moved, her steps hesitant but determined, until she stood before him, her green robes slipping further, revealing the smooth curve of her hips.
Demeter didn’t wait for an invitation. She climbed onto the throne, straddling Zeus’s other thigh, her hands roaming his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his scars. "You’re gonna need all of us to keep you in check," she said, her lips brushing his jaw, her breath warm and teasing.
Metis laughed softly, sliding off Zeus’s lap to make room, but not before kissing him deeply, her tongue teasing his, leaving him hungry for more. She moved behind Demeter, her hands sliding over the goddess’s shoulders, loosening the last ties of her robes until they fell away completely, leaving Demeter bare, her skin golden and warm in the torchlight.
Zeus’s hands found Demeter’s hips, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Fuck, you’re gorgeous," he muttered, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that was all heat and need. She moaned into his mouth, her hips rocking against his thigh, the friction making her gasp.
Leto’s hands were bolder now, sliding higher, her fingers wrapping around Zeus’s cock, stroking slowly, feeling him harden fully under her touch. "Already ready," she murmured, her voice a soft purr, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his thigh. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out, tasting him, and Zeus groaned, his head falling back, the pleasure sharp and immediate.
Maia watched, her eyes wide, her body trembling with anticipation. Metis noticed, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Don’t just watch," she said, her voice encouraging, as she guided Maia closer, her hands gentle but firm. "Touch him."
Maia’s fingers trembled as she reached out, her hand joining Leto’s, stroking Zeus’s cock, her touch tentative but growing bolder with each stroke. Zeus cursed under his breath, the feel of their hands together driving him wild, his hips bucking slightly into their touch.
Demeter broke the kiss, her breath ragged, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you again," she said, her voice thick, as she shifted, guiding Zeus’s cock to her entrance. She sank down onto him, slow and deliberate, moaning as he filled her, her walls tight and wet around him. Zeus gripped her hips, thrusting up into her, matching her rhythm, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing in the hall.
Leto didn’t stop. She kissed her way up Zeus’s thigh, her lips soft but insistent, until she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock where it met Demeter’s body. The sensation was overwhelming, and Zeus groaned, his hands tangling in Leto’s silver hair, urging her on.
Maia watched, her breath coming faster, her hand still stroking Zeus where Leto’s mouth didn’t reach. Metis leaned in, her lips brushing Maia’s ear. "Feel how much he wants you," she whispered, guiding Maia’s hand lower, between her own thighs. Maia gasped, her fingers brushing her own wetness, her body trembling with need.
"Fuck," Zeus growled, his voice raw, as Demeter rode him harder, her moans growing louder, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Leto’s mouth was relentless, her tongue working in perfect rhythm with Demeter’s movements, and Zeus felt the pleasure building, hot and unstoppable.
Metis guided Maia onto the throne beside Demeter, her hands gentle but firm, positioning her so Zeus could see her, touch her. "Show him," Metis whispered, her voice a sultry command. Maia hesitated, then spread her thighs, her fingers circling her clit, her eyes locked on Zeus as she touched herself, her moans soft but growing louder.
Zeus’s gaze burned, taking in the sight of Maia, her body flushed, her fingers moving faster. "You’re killing me," he said, his voice rough, as he thrust harder into Demeter, his hands gripping her hips, leaving marks on her skin.
Demeter was close, her body trembling, her nails digging into Zeus’s shoulders. "Don’t stop," she gasped, her voice breaking, and he didn’t, driving into her with a force that made the throne creak. Leto’s mouth never slowed, her lips and tongue pushing Zeus closer to the edge, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn’t take.
Maia’s moans grew desperate, her fingers moving faster, her body arching as she watched Zeus, watched Demeter, watched Leto. Metis leaned in, kissing Maia’s neck, her hands roaming her body, teasing her breasts, and Maia cried out, her orgasm hitting her hard, her body shaking as she came.
That was enough to push Demeter over. She screamed, her walls clenching around Zeus, her body shuddering as she came, her nails leaving red trails on his skin. Zeus groaned, the sensation overwhelming, and he followed, spilling inside her, his hips bucking as he rode out the pleasure.
But they weren’t done. Zeus pulled out of Demeter, his cock still hard, glistening with her wetness. He turned to Leto, pulling her to her feet, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. "Your turn," he growled, lifting her onto the throne, her legs parting as he stepped between them.
Leto moaned as he entered her, slow and deep, her body tight and warm around him. Demeter, still catching her breath, leaned in, kissing Leto’s neck, her hands roaming her body, teasing her breasts. Maia watched, her body still trembling from her own release, but her eyes were hungry, her hand slipping between her thighs again.
Metis joined them, her hands on Zeus’s back, her lips brushing his ear. "Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice a low purr, as she watched him move, watched Leto writhe beneath him. Zeus thrust harder, faster, the sound of their bodies filling the hall, Leto’s moans growing louder, her hands gripping his arms.
Maia moved closer, her confidence growing, her lips finding Leto’s, kissing her softly at first, then deeper, their tongues tangling. Demeter’s hands joined Maia’s, teasing Leto’s clit, and Leto gasped, her body trembling, her orgasm building fast.
Zeus felt it, felt her tightening around him, and he growled, his thrusts relentless, driving her over the edge. Leto cried out, her body shaking as she came, her walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper. Zeus followed, spilling inside her, his groan echoing in the hall, his hands gripping her hips as he rode out the pleasure.
They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat, the throne barely containing them. The hall was quiet now, save for their heavy breathing, the torchlight casting soft shadows over their bodies. Zeus chuckled, his voice rough but warm. "You’re all gonna be the end of me," he said, pulling Maia close, kissing her forehead.
Demeter laughed, her head resting on Leto’s shoulder. "Good," she said, her voice teasing. "You deserve it."
Leto smiled, her fingers tracing Zeus’s arm. "Olympus won’t know what hit it," she murmured, her voice soft but satisfied.
Metis leaned in, her lips brushing Zeus’s. "Round three?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Zeus grinned, his hand sliding down her back. "Give me a minute," he said, his voice low, promising. "Then we’ll see who’s begging."
They laughed, the sound warm and alive, echoing in the heart of Olympus, where the storm waited, but for now, the gods were lost in each other.