Chapter 170: “looks like we’ve interrupted something.”*
Zeus leaned back in his throne, his chest rising and falling, Metis still straddling his lap, her dark hair a tangled cascade over her shoulders. Their laughter had faded into a comfortable silence, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his bare chest, his hands resting on her hips, savoring the warmth of her skin.
The heavy doors of the hall creaked open, a sound that cut through the quiet like a blade. Zeus’s eyes flicked toward the entrance, his lips curling into a smirk, unconcerned. Metis tensed slightly, but didn’t move, her gaze following his. Three figures stepped into the hall, their silhouettes framed by the golden light spilling from the corridor.
Demeter entered first, her presence commanding, her auburn hair braided tightly, her robes the color of ripe wheat, clinging to her full curves. Her eyes, sharp as harvest blades, widened slightly at the sight before her, but a knowing smile played on her lips. Behind her came Leto, graceful and serene, her silver hair shimmering like moonlight, her lithe frame draped in pale blue silk that flowed like water. Maia followed, quieter, her dark eyes curious, her black hair loose and wild, her robes a deep green that hugged her slender form. The three goddesses paused, their gazes locked on Zeus and Metis, the air crackling with a new kind of tension.
"Well," Demeter said, her voice rich and teasing, "looks like we’ve interrupted something." She crossed her arms, her smile widening, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Metis laughed softly, not bothering to move from Zeus’s lap. "You’re late to the party," she said, her tone playful, her fingers still tracing patterns on Zeus’s skin. "But there’s always room for more."
Zeus chuckled, his hands tightening on Metis’s hips, his eyes sweeping over the newcomers. "Didn’t expect an audience," he said, his voice low, rough with the remnants of desire. "But I’m not complaining."
Leto stepped forward, her movements fluid, her silver hair catching the torchlight. "You never do," she said, her voice soft but laced with heat. She stopped a few feet away, her eyes flicking between Zeus and Metis, a faint flush on her cheeks. "You two make quite the picture."
Maia lingered near the edge, her dark eyes wide, but not with shock—there was a curiosity there, a spark that matched the others. "Should we... leave?" she asked, her voice quiet, but her gaze lingered on Zeus’s bare chest, the scars that marked him, the power that radiated from him.
"No," Zeus said, his voice a low growl, his eyes locking on hers. "Stay."
Demeter laughed, a warm, earthy sound, as she moved closer, her hips swaying with purpose. "You heard the king," she said, her tone teasing but heavy with intent. She reached the throne, her hand brushing Metis’s shoulder, a gesture both familiar and bold. "Mind sharing?"
Metis slid off Zeus’s lap, her robes still open, her body flushed and unashamed. "Only if you can keep up," she said, her eyes gleaming as she stepped to the side, leaning against the throne, her gaze never leaving the scene.
Zeus’s eyes darkened, his body already stirring again, the sight of the three goddesses igniting something primal in him. He stood, his tunic discarded, his trousers low on his hips, his cock already half-hard again. "Come here," he said, his voice a command wrapped in velvet, his hand outstretched to Demeter.
She didn’t hesitate. She stepped into his space, her hands finding his chest, her fingers digging into the hard muscle there. "You’re insatiable," she murmured, her lips brushing his jaw, her breath warm against his skin. Zeus’s hands found her waist, pulling her against him, feeling the softness of her curves through her robes. He kissed her, hard and hungry, tasting the earthiness of her, like grain and summer fields.
Leto moved closer, her presence quieter but no less intense. She stood behind Demeter, her hands sliding over the other goddess’s shoulders, loosening the ties of her robes. The fabric fell away, revealing Demeter’s full breasts, her skin golden in the torchlight. Leto’s fingers traced the curve of her spine, her lips brushing the back of Demeter’s neck, and Demeter shivered, caught between Zeus’s heat and Leto’s touch.
Maia watched, her breath catching, her hands fidgeting at her sides. Zeus’s eyes flicked to her, his lips curving into a wicked smile. "Don’t just stand there," he said, his voice rough with want. "Join us."
Maia hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, her movements tentative but determined. She reached Zeus, her hands trembling slightly as she touched his arm, her fingers brushing the scars there. "I’ve... never done this," she admitted, her voice soft, her cheeks flushed.
Zeus’s hand cupped her face, his thumb brushing her lips. "Then let me show you," he said, his voice low, reassuring. He kissed her, slower than he had Demeter, his lips gentle but firm, coaxing her into the heat of the moment. Maia melted into him, her hands growing bolder, sliding up his chest, her nails grazing his skin.
Demeter’s hands were busy, tugging at Zeus’s trousers, freeing him completely. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, and she let out a low hum of appreciation, her hand wrapping around him, stroking slowly. "Always ready, aren’t you?" she teased, her voice thick with desire.
Zeus groaned, his head falling back as Demeter’s hand worked him, her touch firm and knowing. Leto’s hands were still on Demeter, sliding lower, parting her thighs, her fingers teasing the heat between them. Demeter gasped, her hips rocking, her body caught between pleasure and need.
Metis watched, her own desire reigniting, her hand slipping between her own thighs, touching herself as she took in the sight of Zeus with the three goddesses. "Don’t hold back," she said, her voice husky, her eyes locked on Zeus. "Give them everything."
Zeus didn’t need encouragement. He pulled Demeter closer, lifting her onto the throne, her legs parting as he stepped between them. He entered her in one smooth thrust, filling her completely, and she moaned, loud and unashamed, her hands gripping his shoulders. He moved, slow at first, savoring the way she clenched around him, her body warm and wet.
Leto knelt beside them, her lips finding Demeter’s breast, her tongue flicking over the sensitive nipple, drawing another moan from the goddess. Maia watched, her eyes wide, her breath coming faster. Zeus reached for her, pulling her close, kissing her deeply as he thrust into Demeter, his rhythm steady, powerful.
"Touch her," he murmured against Maia’s lips, guiding her hand to Demeter’s thigh. Maia’s fingers trembled, but she followed his lead, her hand sliding higher, brushing against Demeter’s clit. Demeter gasped, her hips bucking, and Maia’s confidence grew, her fingers moving with more purpose, circling and teasing.
Zeus’s thrusts grew harder, faster, the throne creaking under the force of his movements. Demeter’s moans filled the hall, mingling with Leto’s soft gasps as she kissed and nipped at Demeter’s skin. Maia’s fingers matched Zeus’s rhythm, her own breath hitching, her body pressed against his side, her free hand stroking his chest.
"Fuck," Zeus growled, his voice raw, the pleasure building, overwhelming. Demeter was close, her body trembling, her nails digging into his shoulders. Leto’s hand joined Maia’s, their fingers working together, pushing Demeter over the edge. She cried out, her body shaking as she came, her walls clenching around Zeus, pulling him deeper.
He didn’t stop. He pulled out of Demeter, his cock glistening, and turned to Maia, his eyes dark with need. "Your turn," he said, his voice a low growl. He lifted her, setting her on the throne, her robes pushed up to her hips. She was wet, ready, and he entered her slowly, watching her face, her eyes fluttering shut, her lips parting in a soft moan.
Leto moved behind Maia, her hands gentle, stroking her hair, kissing her neck, whispering encouragement. Demeter, still catching her breath, leaned in, her lips finding Maia’s, kissing her deeply as Zeus moved, his thrusts slow but deep, letting Maia adjust to the sensation.
The hall was alive with sound—moans, gasps, the creak of the throne, the crackle of torches. Metis watched, her own pleasure building as she touched herself, her eyes locked on Zeus, on the way his body moved, the way he claimed each goddess with a hunger that never seemed to fade.
Maia’s moans grew louder, her body trembling, her hands gripping Zeus’s arms. "Zeus," she gasped, her voice breaking, and he thrust harder, faster, driving her toward the edge. Leto’s hands roamed Maia’s body, teasing her breasts, her fingers light but precise, and Maia came with a cry, her body shuddering, her walls tightening around Zeus.
That was enough to push him over. He groaned, deep and guttural, spilling inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he rode out the waves of pleasure. The hall fell quiet, save for their heavy breathing, the goddesses’ bodies tangled together, Zeus at the center, his chest heaving.
Demeter laughed softly, her voice warm. "You’ll ruin us all," she said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Zeus grinned, pulling Maia close, kissing her forehead. "Worth it," he said, his voice rough but warm.
Leto smiled, her hand resting on Demeter’s shoulder. "Olympus will never be the same."
Metis stepped forward, her robes still open, her eyes gleaming. "Good," she said, her voice low, teasing. "Let it burn."
They laughed, the sound echoing in the hall, a moment of raw, unfiltered connection in the heart of Olympus’s storm.