The room was a crucible of divine ecstasy, the air saturated with the primal scent of jasmine, myrrh, and the musky tang of their combined arousal. The amber orbs overhead pulsed erratically, their glow casting flickering shadows across the crimson-draped bed where Zeus lay, his body a sculpted altar of muscle and power, glistening with sweat. Metis rode him with a fierce, unrelenting rhythm, her pussy clenching around his thick cock, each roll of her hips a deliberate act of worship that sent shudders through them both. Her moans were raw, her lithe frame trembling as Mnemosyne's fingers teased her clit, amplifying the pleasure that surged through her core.
