The flickering amber orbs cast a warm, pulsing glow over the crimson-draped bed, where Zeus lay, his chiseled body slick with sweat, every muscle taut and gleaming like a warrior fresh from battle. Mnemosyne straddled him, her golden eyes wild with hunger as she rode his cock, her pussy clenching around him with every deep, deliberate thrust. Her moans filled the room, a sultry melody that mixed with the creak of the bed and the soft gasps of the other women—Leto, Metis, Maia, and Themis—who moved around them like a storm of lust, their hands and lips hungry for more.
