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.
