"A honey trap?"
"Is this meant to buy me off?"
Jerry, fully dressed once more, meticulously buttoned his slightly oversized Hogwarts school uniform.
He stood there in the somewhat dim light of Hera's office. Though his frame appeared youthful, it exuded a maturity unbefitting his age.
His gaze, carrying a condescending scrutiny, fell upon Demeter, the Goddess of the Harvest, who was curled up at his feet, her body still spasming and twitching.
Demeter's body lay askew on the floor like a ragdoll that had been played with to the extreme.
Hera's ruthless and powerful divine magic controlled her completely, rendering her unable to move, unable to even bring her legs together.
Her voluptuous, yet currently bruised and battered body, presented a shockingly messy state.
Her long legs, which had only just grown out not long ago, were spread wide open like two arches forced apart by a hurricane, completely exposed.
From the depths of her private parts, which Jerry had wantonly ravaged, streams of viscous liquid—a mixture of white semen and the goddess's juices—dripped down her inner thighs. Soon, they gathered into a shocking small puddle of white liquid on the floor beneath her.
On Demeter's face, tear stains and sweat intermingled. Her features were twisted and distorted by ultimate humiliation, pain, and the impermissible pleasure deep within her body.
Jerry's gaze swept coldly over those constantly trembling, full breasts, and those blood-red whip marks left by the flogging, finally resting on Demeter's wide-open private parts that continuously dripped white sticky liquid.
The corner of his mouth hooked into an imperceptible, playful arc.
Jerry raised his foot. The tip of his right shoe accurately and unmistakably touched the wet, sticky flower core of Demeter's private parts.
The temperature of the shoe tip was icy cold.
And that icy touch, landing on Demeter's burning, swollen, sensitive petals, brought a fierce stimulation from the temperature difference.
"You're trying to buy me off with this?"
Jerry's voice, carrying an indifference and mockery that didn't belong to his age, rang out again, breaking the sticky, lewd silence in the office.
"Mmh... ah... wuh..."
Demeter's body tensed abruptly, all the muscles in her body contracting instantly. An uncontrollable moan came from deep within her throat.
It was an ultimate, lewd cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Jerry ignored her moans. He merely used the tip of his right shoe to rub and prod inward along the most sensitive flower core of Demeter's private parts.
Jerry's toe, like a playful child, carrying a ruthless curiosity, forcefully yet gently kneaded that private area, which had been fucked red, swollen, and slippery.
Squelch... slurp...
More white sticky liquid, mixed with the transparent juices Jerry had just squeezed out, surged uncontrollably like a small stream from Demeter's open private parts, wetting Jerry's icy shoe tip.
Deep within Demeter's passage, under the kneading of the toe, it contracted and spasmed violently. The bodily fluids Jerry had just pumped full inside also seemed more restless due to the external stimulation.
"Hah-ah... no... ah..."
Demeter's voice became broken and dazed. Her body, due to the teasing of Jerry's toe, plunged into intense wetness once again.
Hera's red lips parted slightly, letting out a soft, cold snort. Her mouth then outlined a mocking smile full of contempt.
"Do I need to buy you off?"
Hera sat back in her office chair, her posture lazy and noble.
Her long legs elegantly crossed together, one over the other.
The black dueling mage robe originally wrapping her body slowly slipped down as a result, revealing a deeper layer: those long, beautiful legs wrapped in exquisite black silk stockings, like two alluring pieces of black jade.
Her red high heels, contrasted by the black silk, appeared even more striking and bewitching, like two balls of fire ready to burn anyone to ashes at any moment.
Her fair thighs were tightly wrapped by the black silk. Through that thin fabric, the smooth skin of her inner thighs was faintly visible, sexy to the extreme.
Hera's deep eyes, carrying an unquestionable scrutiny, looked straight at Jerry.
Under Hera's casual rhetorical question, Jerry's toe, placed inside Demeter's private parts, contracted sharply along with that contemptuous tone.
He gently rubbed Demeter's swollen little clitoris, feeling her body tremble violently once again.
At this moment, Demeter had completely lost the will to resist. She sprawled limply on the floor, her legs still spread open like two arches. Liquid flowed from deep within her private parts, leaving sticky water stains.
A trace of elusive indifference appeared on Jerry's youthful face.
Jerry withdrew his foot. That shoe tip stained with lewd bodily fluids rubbed lightly on the floor, and then, he straightened his trouser leg.
"Madam Hera is right." Jerry shrugged, his tone so calm it sent a chill down one's spine. "In that case, thank you for your hospitality!"
Saying that, Jerry lifted his foot and strode toward the office door, looking as if he was going to leave without looking back.
He didn't even spare a single glance for Demeter, who was curled up on the floor.
That small figure now exuded a sense of aloofness and absolute resolution.
However, the instant Jerry's fingertips were about to touch the doorknob, an invisible, powerful force suddenly appeared before him, silently blocking his path.
Hera's tall, upright figure flashed before Jerry's eyes. She made no sound, but the powerful fluctuation of divine magic surrounding her was enough to make any mortal tremble.
She stood before Jerry just like that, as if teleporting.
Her red high heels were now mere centimeters away from his black school uniform leather shoes.
Hera didn't speak immediately. She merely raised her hand. Her slender, icy fingertips, bearing blood-red nail polish, gently yet domineeringly pinched Jerry's chin.
Then, Hera's long, sexy neck bent downwards slowly.
In Jerry's eyes, Hera's figure drew closer and closer. That world-toppling beauty was now clearly displayed before him.
In those deep eyes, an almost bewitching light flickered.
Hera's full, large breasts, under the black dueling robe, accompanied by her bending motion, unreservedly split open before Jerry's eyes, completely displaying that deep, alluring cleavage.
As her body bent, those proudly erect orbs almost touched Jerry's forehead. That rich, milky scent, carrying a trace of coldness, instantly enveloped Jerry completely.
Jerry instinctively closed his eyes for a moment, feeling that softness and warmth rushing at his face.
Hera's lips almost touched Jerry's ear.
"You brat, you really don't understand romance."
Hera's voice was low and carried a light chuckle. That warm breath, mixed with the unique aura of laws surrounding her, gently brushed past Jerry's auricle like an electric current.
Yet her fingers didn't release Jerry's chin; instead, they forced him to look straight at her, to look straight at that deep, temptation-filled cleavage.
"It's not that I don't have a favor to ask of you, Jerry."
Hera's voice became serious now, her eyes staring burningly into Jerry's. "Moreover, for this matter, it must be you."
The hand Hera used to pinch Jerry's chin exerted sudden force, forcing him to look squarely at her breasts again, and gaze directly into that depth.
As Hera spoke, the divine magic that had been wrapping Demeter activated instantly.
A flash of golden light passed. Demeter, curled up on the floor, let out a muffled groan that was completely stifled in her throat.
Hera's body shrank rapidly within the golden light. The golden divine magic surged, rapidly condensing and changing as if time were flowing backwards.
Within a few short seconds, only a two-meter-tall, golden stalk of wheat remained quietly standing on the spot, as if an abused Goddess of the Harvest had never appeared.
Hera moved her gaze from Jerry to that golden stalk of wheat on the floor, a complex light flashing in her eyes.
Hera slowly released the hand pinching Jerry's chin.
At the same time, the jade hand she had just placed before Jerry, full of lustful implications, silently caressed her own high-towering breasts.
"This matter involves Aurora."
Hera's voice rang out again, full of temptation and enticement. "Aurora and I made an agreement."
With her words, the hand Hera rested on her breasts began to slowly unfasten the dueling wizard robe she wore.
The robe, under Hera's elegant movements, slowly slipped off like melting ice and snow, revealing her even more graceful, more captivating body wrapped in lace underwear.
Rustle!
The black robe, like a tide, with a slight friction sound, slipped down from her body and piled up on the floor, revealing only her perfectly curvy body.
Hera wore nothing but the sheerest lace bra and panties.
The black lace bra exquisitely outlined her majestic orbs. The semi-transparent lace faintly displayed that plump flesh color. The nipples were gently wrapped by the lace, yet trying to cover it up only made it more conspicuous, adding an aura of temptation.
The panties were equally exquisite black lace, covering her voluptuous buttocks, faintly displaying the deep gluteal cleft and that perfectly outlined, peach-like perky butt.
At this moment, Hera looked like a lotus rising from the water. Her body was lustrous, her skin snow-white, forming a sharp contrast with the black lace.
That voluptuousness unique to mature women was displayed to the fullest under the outline of this lace, full of ultimate enticement.
"When Aurora is fully prepared..." Hera's voice sounded even more bewitching due to the slipping of the robe. "I will personally take Aurora into the core world of the Olympic pantheon.
There lies the Pantheon of the Olympic Gods..."
Hera did not stop her movements. She slowly bent down in an extremely sexy, half-squatting posture.
Those voluptuous, peach-like perky buttocks, accompanying her downward half-squatting motion, tilted up high, utterly tempting.
The exquisite black lace panties now only covered her most hidden private parts. They almost couldn't conceal that plump flesh color anymore; instead, it added a faintly discernible, fatal enticement.
Her long legs were now pressed tightly together, appearing even rounder within the wrapping of the black silk stockings.
Only an extremely thin lace edge remained of Hera's lace panties. That edge, like a soft silk thread, under the friction of the black silk stockings, slowly and extremely seductively rubbed against Jerry's thick, massive, fully erect long spear.
"And then..."
Hera's hoarse, bewitching voice whispered an earth-shattering plot into Jerry's ear: "Aurora will strike... and kill Zeus."
With these words, Hera's private parts wrapped in lace panties, in the most private and lingering way, precisely rubbed back and forth against Jerry's thick, hard long spear.
Jerry's brows furrowed tightly, a flash of impatience in his eyes.
He was unwilling to be a plaything controlled at will anymore.
On his youthful face hung a coldness unbefitting his age.
Jerry's right hand, without any warning, shot out fiercely. Carrying an unquestionable force, he deathly grabbed Hera's high-towering, full right breast.
That palm was broad and domineering, almost completely wrapping the entire orb within it.
"You!" Hera's body trembled violently from Jerry's sudden action, a soft cry tinged with surprise escaping her lips.
However, the playful expression on her face didn't change at all; instead, a hint of interest was added.
Jerry's fingers showed no tenderness toward the fairer sex.
His knuckles tightened abruptly. Using all his strength, he pulled upward and forward unmercifully, yanking Hera's originally proudly standing breast forward like pulling a hemp rope.
That breast, barely wrapped by the lace bra, was instantly stretched long. The nipple at the top, as if trying to break free from its restraints, was fiercely pinched, rubbed, and squeezed by Jerry's domineering, unsympathetic fingers.
"Mmh-ah..."
From deep within Hera's throat, broken, sticky moans overflowed once again.
That sound carried a trace of pain, a trace of pleasure, and a trace of powerless-to-resist temptation.
Her body pitched backward abruptly from the severe pain of her breast being stretched. That private part entangled with Jerry's long spear was also forced to release as a result.
Hera's cheeks instantly flushed with a healthy red from this intense stimulation, her breathing becoming disordered.
In Jerry's eyes, there was not the slightest wavering.
He felt that huge, soft breast in his palm, and the strong elasticity brought on by being stretched.
At the moment the stretching reached its limit, he let go!
Smack!
A dull yet forceful sound of flesh colliding was exceptionally clear in the office.
Hera's breast, stretched to the limit, bounced back like an elastic ball released from restraints. It smashed heavily against her chest, causing her entire ribcage to shudder.
The pain from that impact made Hera's body violently tremble once again, a deeper, delicate pant escaping her mouth.
But even so, her playful smile remained on her face. Only in her deep eyes was there an added touch of imperceptible appreciation.
Jerry's gaze, cold and full of oppressive force, stared straight at Hera.
He spoke stiffly, every word carrying unquestionable decisiveness: "What does this have to do with me?"
He was referring to Hera and Aurora's plot; what did it have to do with him.
Hera's red lips outlined a highly meaningful arc. Those eyes were as deep as two black holes, seemingly able to see through everything in the world.
She raised her hand, gently stroking her own breast, which was somewhat swollen and red from Jerry's pinching just now. With a confident smile on her face, she slowly shook her head.
"Of course it has something to do with you!" Hera's voice carried the certainty of cutting nails and chopping iron.
Hera slowly stood up straight. That long, graceful figure became tall, straight, and noble once again. The two breasts, still under the protection of the lace bra, shook and collided rhythmically. Every swing declared the astonishing elasticity contained within.
Her gaze landed on Jerry again, carrying an unquestionable dominance.
"I need you to plant a backdoor among those crystal golems."
Hera's tone was low, carrying a commanding note.
With her words, the air around the office began to ripple in visible layers.
Transparent, irregular lusters lit up slowly like crystals on the walls, the ceiling, and even the floor.
These lusters flickered, emitting powerful magical fluctuations, as if answering the summon of Hera's powerful will.
"A beacon. A beacon that I can directly sense."
Hera's words carried heavy magical profoundness, every word containing its own unique laws. "A beacon that allows me to instantly teleport back the moment Zeus dies, falls asleep, or is banished."
On Jerry's cold, stern face, there was not a ripple of emotion.
He looked up, meeting Hera's deep eyes directly, and retorted coldly:
"You said it yourself, that is the Pantheon of the Olympic Gods."
Jerry's words were like the hardest rock, carrying a domineering arrogance that feared no authority. "Wouldn't your return be just like going home?"
This sentence was full of undisguised sarcasm.
Hera's smile stiffened imperceptibly.
But quickly, she regained that high-and-mighty composure.
"Naive." Hera chuckled and shook her head. That sound carried a trace of mockery, but also an imperceptible helplessness.
She didn't answer Jerry's question directly. Instead, she stepped forward again with those long, beautiful legs wrapped in black silk. Step by step, elegantly and slowly, she walked back toward Jerry.
Her high heels stepped on the floor, emitting rhythmic, crisp clack, clack sounds. Every step seemed to trample on Jerry's heart, full of suffocating pressure.
When Hera stood before Jerry again, her bewitching gaze fell directly on that high-towering, thick, massive long spear at Jerry's crotch.
The corner of her mouth outlined a playful arc. That lust-filled gaze seemed to penetrate the fabric of the school uniform, reaching straight into Jerry's most sensitive depths.
Hera's movements became bolder and more lingering.
She slowly bent down. This time, her private parts wrapped in lace panties rubbed back and forth against Jerry even more brazenly right in front of him.
Those lace panties, thin as cicada wings, almost completely transparent, wrapped her plump private parts. Every rub carried a heart-trembling, wet, slippery touch.
Squelch... slurp...
More sticky liquid seeped from Hera's hidden depths. Penetrating those thin lace panties, it directly smeared onto Jerry's school trousers, bringing an icy, wet, slippery pleasure.
The wet, slippery feeling transmitted directly to Jerry's long spear through the fabric of the school trousers, making it even firmer, appearing even thicker.
Hera's buttocks were plump and elastic, like two jiggling blocks of jelly.
At this moment, Hera's full buttock flesh, wrapped in lace panties, rubbed back and forth against Jerry's highly erect long spear.
This friction carried the heavy feeling of flesh pressing together and an ultimate enjoyment.
Her knees even touched Jerry's thighs, as if inviting him to penetrate a step deeper.
She looked up, those deep eyes full of teasing and temptation.
"The Olympic Pantheon is my home, but also my prison."
Hera's voice was low and full of anger, mixed with a trace of powerlessness. Her buttocks, however, during these words, once again forcefully rubbed up and down against Jerry's long spear. "He usurped the throne, deceived everyone...
The Pantheon is full of his eyes and ears, his loyal dogs... I can go back now, but I absolutely cannot... go back like an uninvited guest."
"I need... an opportunity."
Hera's breathing began to grow rapid. That rapidity, stemming from a body scorched by desire, now added a trace of despair and enticement to her voice. "An opportunity that allows me to instantly tear through the heavy siege and strike directly at the heart.
An opportunity that allows me... to complete my layout before all the eyes in the Pantheon even have time to blink."
The friction of Hera's lace panties against Jerry's long spear intensified once more.
That wet, slippery touch became even richer now, even carrying an indescribable stickiness. Her plump, full buttocks, with every rub, seemed to be silently inviting Jerry to penetrate her completely, a step deeper.
"I want your crystal golems to open a passage for me when Zeus is at his most vulnerable.
A passage... that only we can use."
Hera's voice carried an unquestionable command. "At that moment, no god in the entire Pantheon will be able to stop me."
Jerry's gaze stared coldly into Hera's eyes, which had become dazed from desire. He directly turned her enticement into the coldest question.
"You used Aurora?"
Jerry's voice carried unquestionable decisiveness and a mind-piercing sharpness. "Didn't you tell her that Zeus cannot be killed?"
Hera's private parts, wrapped in lace panties, were currently rubbing powerfully against Jerry's long spear with wet, sticky slipperiness.
Her breathing became rapid and slightly panting due to the continuous movement and the restless desire deep within her body.
Her full, plump buttocks, with every rub, seemed to be silently inviting Jerry to completely penetrate her, a step deeper.
Her alluring lips parted slightly, emitting a soft, sighing moan.
"I told her everything."
Hera's voice sounded with a helpless authenticity. That tempting whisper, however, added a layer of real impact due to these straightforward words. "I told her of Zeus's power, told her of the eternity of the gods, and even told her the price of assassinating Zeus."
Hera's private parts, wrapped in lace, sank downwards against Jerry's long spear once again in a lingering, extremely oppressive posture.
Jerry could even feel his long spear being gently wrapped and squeezed by those soft, wet petals.
"But..." Hera's breathing grew heavier. She tilted her head back, those deep, bewitching eyes staring straight at Jerry, as if trying to suck him completely into the depths of her divine soul. "Aurora told me that in this world... there is nothing that wizards cannot kill.
Even if he is a god."
Jerry's face remained expressionless upon hearing Hera's blunt words. He merely nodded slightly, acknowledging this view.
That cold decisiveness was enough to make any deeply scheming god take notice.
He knew Aurora's words were true. The so-called "eternity" and "immortality" were nothing but mortal delusions, or the arrogant lies of the gods.
To wizards, every existence has its weaknesses; every existence has the possibility of perishing.
Hera had no intention of arguing. She merely gave a light laugh. In that laughter lay an indifference that saw through everything.
Her private parts, wrapped in lace panties, didn't stop rubbing against Jerry's long spear for a moment.
That sticky liquid had now soaked through Jerry's school trousers, forming a patch of watery sheen where their private parts met. Every rub brought up waves of tempting water sounds.
"If he really can be killed... that would naturally be best."
Hera's voice was full of strong desire. Every word carried a ruthless coldness. "If he can't be killed, then I can only use my backup plan and completely seal him away.
That way, I can control the Pantheon.
By then, all of Olympus will revere me."
"Isn't that just a house?"
Jerry's voice carried a hint of dismissive contempt. His thick long spear, currently inside his school trousers, was being tightly entangled and rubbed back and forth by Hera's wet private parts, making him feel a wave of ultimate numbness. Yet, he acted as if he hadn't noticed at all.
Hera's movements paused abruptly. The lace panties entangled with Jerry's long spear also stopped moving.
Her tempting gaze now carried a trace of genuine astonishment.
She seemed not to have expected Jerry to hold such a contemptuous attitude toward the Pantheon.
Jerry seized this opportunity.
His hands shot out fiercely like lightning, carrying unquestionable brute force, and directly locked deathly tight onto Hera's full, plump buttocks.
The touch of her buttocks was full and elastic, warm and soft, like two pieces of the finest white jade.
Jerry's knuckles even sank deeply into Hera's plump buttock flesh.
Hera's body tensed abruptly, and she let out a broken cry of surprise.
That sudden physical contact, and Jerry's controlling strength, made her mind go blank instantly.
Before she could react, Jerry's waist twisted violently backward. At the same time, his small body erupted with a massive power entirely disproportionate to his size.
"Ah...!"
Before Hera's cry of surprise had fully dissipated, her entire body was violently, roughly, and forcibly flipped 180 degrees by Jerry.
Her tall figure now acted like an obedient doll. Jerry held her full buttocks firmly with both hands from his embrace, like holding a child to pee, clasping her backwards against him.
Jerry's originally erect, thick long spear was now aimed straight at Hera's private parts wrapped in lace panties, like a precisely calibrated cannon barrel.
Hera's plump buttocks tensed abruptly the moment she was lifted backwards by Jerry. Those two mounds of full buttock flesh desperately clamped inward, trying to close.
However, that massive force yielded not an inch under Jerry's control.
Hera's lace panties were now completely squeezed, stretched, and deformed by Jerry's thick, long spear and her own tense buttocks.
That lace fabric, thin as a cicada's wing, could no longer protect that snow-white passage.
Hera's private parts were completely and unreservedly exposed to the air.
At the edge of those lace panties, one could even see the pink flesh walls deep within the passage of her private parts, and the massive amount of transparent sticky liquid being secreted due to being scorched by desire.
Jerry showed no hesitation.
His thick, hard long spear was now completely aimed at Hera's fair, wet, plump private parts.
His small body, as if holding a supersized fleshlight, carried undisguised aggression as he lunged forward, pressing his long spear fiercely and unmercifully into the entrance of Hera's private parts.
Squelch... slurp! Hah-ah...
Hera's body trembled violently, and she let out a delicate pant full of pain and ultimate pleasure.
That long spear was so thick, so massive. Just at the entrance, it stretched her private passage incredibly tight, even giving the illusion that the edges were being torn.
Hera's full buttocks twisted and struggled constantly in Jerry's embrace, trying to escape that rough penetration full of massive pleasure.
However, Jerry's hands, like iron pincers, deathly hooped Hera's buttocks, rendering her unable to move.
Jerry at this moment, as if holding a supersized fleshlight, treated Hera's private parts as the top-tier tool.
The thick, hard long spear unmercifully entered and exited, rubbing inside Hera's plump private parts.
Every entry and exit brought a wave of lewd, wet water sounds, along with the continuous, broken, and confused moans from Hera's mouth.
"The Pantheon I speak of is not the 'house' built of stone and dirt as mortals understand it."
Hera's voice carried a trace of trembling, her breathing now completely disordered.
However, her divine will made her try hard to maintain a shred of clarity amidst the ultimate physical pleasure.
"The Pantheon is the absolute center of the entire Olympic Pantheon world cluster."
"It is the gathering place of countless faiths, the hub of all divine power origins.
Gods reap the faith of mortals, and the Pantheon reaps the power of gods!"
"Ah... mmh... slower... Jerry..."
Hera's body trembled violently from Jerry's fierce entering and exiting.
Her full buttocks twisted and squeezed in Jerry's embrace, trying to escape that rough rhythm.
However, Jerry's hands still deathly hooped her buttocks, forcing her to endure that rough penetration full of ultimate pleasure.
"As long as the Pantheon is not destroyed!" Hera's plump buttocks were propped up high into a tempting arc by Jerry's massive long spear. The depths of her private parts were now even more slippery and sticky due to Jerry's penetration. Every entry and exit brought bursts of loud water sounds. "Then, even if the wizarding legions occupy or even destroy the vast majority of the Olympic world cluster, the Pantheon remains the capital for the gods to stage a comeback."
"Speak clearly!" Jerry's voice carried a cold decisiveness.
His thick long spear continued its unmerciful ravaging inside Hera's body. Every deepening thrust propped Hera up high, then dropped her heavily.
That force carried a power entirely disproportionate to Jerry's small body.
"At worst..."
Hera's breathing was completely disordered. The inside of her private parts was now burning with spicy pain due to Jerry's repeated entering and exiting, as if it were going to be completely ground raw.
However, the pleasure stirred up by desire within her body made her unable to stop moaning continuously. "At worst, we just go to other world clusters to recruit believers anew.
But as long as the Pantheon remains, the true bodies of the gods will never truly die.
They will only slumber, only wait..."
If one were standing by and watching at this moment:
Jerry's thin, small body was currently deathly hooped by Hera's plump buttocks. In an extremely rough and aggressive "holding-to-pee" posture, he frantically slammed into the depths of Hera's desire-soaked private parts, stroke after stroke.
Hera's hands barely propped against the cold wall behind her, her slender knuckles turning white from excessive force.
On her chest, those two high-towering, full breasts, even with the protection of the lace bra, could not withstand every powerful impact from Jerry. Following his fierce thrusts, they violently collided together, emitting muffled and heart-palpitating thump, thump sounds.
Through the thin lace, one could even see the redness inside the breasts caused by the impacts, and the crystal body fluid carrying a faint floral scent secreted from the nipples due to the stimulation, trickling down her groin, gathering into a patch of wet luster on the floor.
"What benefit is there for me?"
Jerry's voice, carrying a coldness and dominance utterly inconsistent with his small frame, squeezed forcefully from deep within his youthful throat.
Not wavering in the slightest due to Hera's ultimate moans and pleading, his thick long spear, currently inside his school trousers, acted like the fiercest battleaxe. Fiercely and unmercifully, time and time again, he repeated the most primal impacts, every time knocking Hera's plump buttocks high up, then dropping them heavily.
Hera's body trembled abruptly. Her eyes, originally dazed from desire, instantly focused at this moment.
She didn't answer Jerry's question immediately. Instead, a flash of calculation crossed her eyes. Fiercely and viciously, she stepped her foot dead hard onto the floor.
BOOM!
An astonishing divine power erupted instantly from the sole of Hera's foot. Like reinforced concrete, it instantly solidified the space beneath her.
At the same time, her private passage, completely stretched open and ground to the limit by Jerry's thick long spear, driven by divine power, acted like the toughest steel floodgate. Fiercely and unmercifully, it clamped inward!
"Ah...!"
Jerry, who was originally on the offensive, rampaging freely, only felt his long spear instantly clamped deathly tight by an irresistible, iron-hoop-like massive force!
That was an unprecedented, ultimate sense of tightness, so tight it felt as if it would completely wring his long spear in two.
That scorching flesh, under the steel clamping of Hera's passage, felt a bone-piercing pain, but it was also accompanied by a terrifying pleasure, like an electric current shooting straight to the sky, rushing from the tip of the long spear straight to his brain.
Jerry's originally stiff body instantly arched. He wanted to pull out, but fundamentally couldn't. Hera's passage, as if possessing life, deathly suctioned him, completely wrapping him.
"Hah-ah... mmh... wuh!"
Hera's buttocks, made slippery and full by desire, while clamping Jerry's long spear, lifted upward fiercely!
A massive, landslide-like force erupted instantly from her buttocks. Like a catapult, it violently and roughly propped Jerry's entire thin, small body, along with his deathly clamped long spear, upward!
THUD!
Jerry's the back of his head, completely without guard, smashed heavily against the cold doorframe above, emitting a muffled sound.
His thin, small body was propped up high by Hera's buttocks, suspended beneath the doorframe. His toes left the ground, his arms hanging weakly, able only to tightly rely on Hera's plump buttocks as support.
At this moment, Jerry's waist completely lost its autonomy.
Hera's divine-power-blessed buttocks acted like a massive, tireless piston. Her long, beautiful legs wrapped in black silk stood deathly straight now, and her buttocks, upon this straightened body, rhythmically and fiercely kept pushing upward, smashing Jerry's entire body heavily and ceaselessly against the doorframe!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
One after another, muffled and violent sounds of impact continued to echo in the office.
Every impact made the back of Jerry's head make the most primal and rough contact with the doorframe, bringing severe pain.
However, the terrifying pleasure produced by the ultimate clamping and impact on the long spear from deep within Hera's passage acted like a broken dam, instantly washing away all his sensations of pain.
Under this ultimate dual stimulation of flesh and spirit, Jerry's body, as if losing its bones, completely went limp upon the high-towering long spear.
He could only weakly and instinctively allow Hera's buttocks to forcefully smash him upward, downward, leftward, rightward, repeatedly and unmercifully against the doorframe.
His arms also weakly hugged Hera's plump buttocks at this moment, holding on tightly, as if afraid he would be completely thrown off by this violent impact in the next second.
Hera's massive buttocks, with every fierce impact, carried the might of a god and the ultimate rhythm of the flesh.
Her tight and powerful passage, as if possessing life, deathly suctioned Jerry's thick, hard long spear. Every upward thrust buried that long spear deeper, more thoroughly, into her most sensitive depths.
"Hah-ah... mmh... ah... this... this is... my benefit..."
Hera's voice became blurred and indistinct due to the ultimate pleasure and the pressure of gravity. On her chest, those two massive breasts, under every impact, frantically, violently, and heavily smashed against Hera's chest under the protection of the lace bra, emitting thwack-thwack sounds of flesh slapping.
Those bursts of muffled sounds, interwoven with the broken moans from her mouth, formed a lewd symphony.
Deep within her private parts, at this moment, like a raging torrent in a rainstorm, entirely driven by desire and gravity, violently wrapped around Jerry's thick, hard long spear, pumping back and forth.
Jerry's thick long spear became even harder, even thicker under her ultimate impact and squeezing.
Jerry's brain was completely blank at this moment, leaving only the ultimate pleasure transmitted from the tip of the long spear, and the rough, primal collisions of the back of his head against the cold doorframe, time and time again.
"Ah... mmh... I can't hold it... mmh... I'm... I'm gonna cum..." A heart-tearing roar came from deep within Jerry's throat.
His body's instinct, under this ultimate stimulation, finally reached its peak.
He felt that volcano-eruption-like scorching heat inside his long spear surge outward fiercely and uncontrollably.
Squelch—squirt-squirt-squirt-squirt!
Streams of scalding, thick white essence, like a broken dam, violently and unreservedly sprayed entirely into the depths of Hera's flower room. The impact of that liquid was so massive that Hera's originally high-propped body "sank" downward abruptly.
"Ah!"
From Hera's mouth came an unprecedented "high-pitched, sharp, and ultimately lewd scream!"
Hera's body tensed abruptly as if hit by a high-voltage electric current, her whole body spasming violently. Those cheeks originally made rosy by desire were now a patch of flush. Her eyes completely rolled back, tears of excitement overflowing from the corners.
Hera felt Jerry's scalding essence churning deep within her flower room. That energy of life brought an ultimate "numbness and trembling".
Her private parts, under that powerful impact, fiercely and uncontrollably "sprayed out" upwards!
BOOM!
Streams of even more viscous, even hotter "white climax liquid" carrying an ultimate body scent, like a fountain, sprayed fiercely and precisely from deep within Hera's private parts, which had been propped open by Jerry. That liquid was so powerful, the force of the spray so great, that the bodily fluids surging from deep within Hera's private parts actually instantly, like a cannonball, "sprayed" out Jerry's long spear—which had already become flaccid but hadn't had time to be withdrawn, and was currently at the entrance of her private parts—fiercely and roughly!
"Ah...!"
Jerry's body, after losing the support of Hera's long spear, pitched backward abruptly.
That impact of losing the support of the long spear and being sprayed by Hera's climax liquid, along with the inertia of his body, made his entire person, like a lead weight, "plummet" downward uncontrollably!
However, Hera's divine power activated once again at the most critical moment.
Just as Jerry's thin, small body was about to smash heavily onto the cold floor.
Hera's body, bringing her plump buttocks, once again with an unbelievable swiftness, "sank" downward abruptly. Accurately and unmistakably, using her warm oral cavity, like a fierce beast making a precise kill, she deathly and unmercifully took Jerry's long spear—which had just sprayed out of her body and currently bore warm, sticky white liquid—into her mouth!
Glug... glug-glug... hah-ah...
Continuous "sticky water sounds," like swallowing a live animal, came from Hera's throat.
Hera's tongue, like the most sensitive bowstring, snapped forward fiercely, instantly shoving the coronal ridge of Jerry's thick long spear deep into her throat.
Then, she began to swallow in large gulps and chew in large mouthfuls.
Her plump cheeks were now bulging full due to the violent swallowing actions. Crystal water stains even overflowed from the corners of her mouth, winding down her chin.