CHAPTER 115: “YOU’RE SURE ABOUT THIS?”*

Moonlight poured through the arched windows, bathing the room in a silver glow that danced across the crimson rug and the massive, dark-wood bed carved with swirling patterns of storms and stars. Demeter stood near the center of the room, her pale green dress clinging to her curves, catching the light like a forest kissed by dawn. Her golden hair fell in soft waves, framing her face, and her emerald eyes flickered with a mix of nerves and something hotter, something alive. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her heartbeat a wild rhythm she couldn’t hide.

Zeus stood close, his presence overwhelming, like a storm about to break. His white robe hung loose, hinting at the powerful body beneath—broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and a strength that seemed to hum in the air around him. His eyes, sharp and stormy, softened as they locked onto hers. "You’re sure about this?" he asked, his voice low, a rumble that seemed to vibrate through the stone floor.

Demeter’s lips parted, but words caught in her throat. She nodded, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her dress. "I trust you," she whispered, her voice barely audible but steady. That was enough.

Zeus stepped closer, closing the distance between them. His hand found her waist, warm and firm, pulling her gently against him. The heat of his body seeped through her dress, and she shivered as his lips brushed her forehead, soft at first, then trailing down to her jaw, her neck. Each kiss was a spark, igniting something deep inside her. Her breath hitched, a soft sound escaping as his lips pressed harder, teasing the sensitive skin just below her ear.

"You’re trembling," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Don’t be. I’ve got you."

Her hands found his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his robe as she leaned into him, her body responding before her mind could catch up. He kissed her then, deep and hungry, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, deliberate dance. She melted into it, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body pressing closer as heat pooled low in her belly.

Zeus’s hands moved to the straps of her dress, his fingers brushing her shoulders as he slid them down. The fabric fell away, pooling at her feet in a whisper of silk, leaving her in nothing but a thin, white undergarment that hugged her curves. Her cheeks flushed as his eyes roamed over her, dark with desire but patient, like he was savoring every inch. She felt exposed, raw, but the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world—made her feel powerful too.

"Beautiful," he said, voice rough with want. He pulled her close again, kissing her harder this time, his hands sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the curve of her breasts through the thin fabric. She gasped into his mouth, her body arching toward him instinctively.

He guided her backward until her thighs hit the edge of the bed. She sat, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. Zeus shrugged off his robe in one fluid motion, revealing the hard planes of his body—muscles taut, skin bronzed by the sun, and a trail of dark hair leading down to where his cock hung heavy, already half-hard. Demeter’s gaze flickered downward, then snapped back up, her face burning. He chuckled, a low, warm sound, and stepped between her legs, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes.

"Don’t look away," he teased, his voice a velvet command. "I want you to see me."

Her heart pounded as he knelt before her, his hands sliding up her thighs, parting them with a gentle but firm touch. His fingers hooked under the edge of her undergarment, pulling it down slowly, exposing her pussy to the cool air. She was already wet, her folds glistening under the moonlight, and she felt a rush of heat as his gaze locked onto her core. "Zeus..." she breathed, her voice trembling with nerves and need.

"Relax," he murmured, his lips brushing the inside of her thigh. He kissed his way higher, slow and deliberate, until his mouth hovered over her pussy. When his tongue finally flicked against her clit, she gasped, her hands fisting the sheets. The sensation was electric—warm, wet, and overwhelming. He licked slow, teasing circles, his tongue swirling over her sensitive bud before sucking it gently between his lips. Her hips bucked, a soft moan spilling from her throat.

"Fuck, you taste good," he growled against her, the vibration sending a jolt through her body. She whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair as he worked her, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue. Her pussy throbbed under his touch, slick and swollen, responding to every movement. When he slid two fingers inside her, curling them against her tight walls, she cried out, her body arching off the bed.

"Oh gods!" Her voice broke as pleasure coiled tight in her core, building fast. His fingers pumped steadily, slick with her arousal, while his mouth never left her clit. The wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out filled the room, mingling with her gasps and his low grunts of approval. The coil snapped, and she screamed, her pussy clenching around his fingers as waves of ecstasy crashed through her. Her thighs trembled, her vision blurring as she rode out the orgasm, Zeus’s tongue slowing to soft, soothing licks as she shuddered beneath him.

He rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glinting with hunger. "Good girl," he said, voice rough and proud. Demeter lay sprawled on the bed, chest heaving, her pussy still pulsing from the aftershocks. But Zeus wasn’t done. He climbed onto the bed, his cock now fully hard, thick and veined, the tip glistening with precum. He positioned himself between her legs, guiding her thighs apart as he leaned over her.

"Ready for me?" he asked, his voice low, almost a growl. She nodded, her eyes wide, her body aching for more despite the intensity of what she’d just felt. He gripped his cock, rubbing the head against her slick folds, coating himself in her wetness. The sensation made her moan softly, her hips lifting toward him.

He pushed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching her entrance. She gasped, her nails digging into his arms as he slid in slowly, inch by inch, her pussy gripping him tightly. "Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, his voice strained as he buried himself deeper. Her walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his size, the stretch a mix of pleasure and slight pain that made her breath catch.

When he was fully inside, he paused, letting her feel every inch of him. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, slick and hot, coating him in her arousal. He started to move, slow at first, sliding in and out with deliberate thrusts. Each movement sent sparks through her body, her moans growing louder as he picked up the pace. "Zeus!" she cried, her voice raw as he fucked her harder, his hips slamming against hers.

He shifted, pulling her legs up to rest on his shoulders, the new angle letting him thrust deeper. Her pussy clenched around him, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the room. His cock glistened with her juices, sliding in and out with a rhythm that drove her wild. "Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

She screamed again, her body trembling as another orgasm built. He flipped her over suddenly, pulling her onto her hands and knees. In the doggy-style position, he entered her again, his cock slamming into her pussy with a force that made her gasp. Her walls tightened around him, slick and swollen, as he fucked her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.

"Gods, yes!" she moaned, her voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed her. His grunts grew louder, primal, as he pounded into her, his cock coated in her creamy arousal. The bed creaked under them, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Her pussy spasmed, another orgasm ripping through her, and she screamed his name, her body shaking as she came hard around him.

Zeus groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with hot spurts of cum. They collapsed together, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, the moonlight casting soft shadows over their tangled limbs.