The air in the chamber crackled with raw energy, like a storm about to unleash its fury. Zeus lay on the crimson bed, his body glistening with sweat, muscles taut and heaving, his cock still hard and slick from Themis's quivering pussy. Metis was on him now, her lithe frame moving with a fierce rhythm, her pussy gripping him tight as she rode him, her moans sharp and desperate. Her dark hair clung to her flushed cheeks, her eyes burning with hunger as she leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest. "Fuck, Zeus, you feel so good," she gasped, her voice rough, her hips grinding down, taking him deeper with every thrust.
