Demeter lay sprawled across the bed, her golden hair fanned out on the crimson sheets, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her skin glistened, flushed from the intensity of their first round, her pussy still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasms. Zeus lay beside her, one arm draped lazily over her waist, his own breathing heavy but steady. His cock, softening but still impressive, rested against his thigh, slick with their combined arousal. The room was quiet except for the soft crackle of the fire in the corner, but the tension between them hadn't faded—it simmered, ready to ignite again.
Demeter turned her head, catching Zeus's stormy eyes watching her. A smirk played on his lips, and she felt a fresh wave of heat curl in her belly. "You good?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, teasing but warm.
