CHAPTER 116: “READY FOR MORE?”*

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.

She nodded, a shy smile breaking through her exhaustion. "More than good," she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. Her thighs ached, her pussy still sensitive, but the way he looked at her—like he wasn’t done—made her pulse quicken again.

Zeus chuckled, rolling onto his side to face her. His hand slid up her thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. "You’re tougher than you look," he said, his tone approving. "Ready for more?"

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t hesitate. "Show me," she whispered, her eyes locking onto his, a challenge in her gaze.

That was all he needed. Zeus moved with a predator’s grace, climbing over her until he was straddling her hips. His cock was already hardening again, the sight making her mouth water. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging deep, tasting her moans as she arched beneath him. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples until she gasped into his mouth.

"Fuck, you’re perfect," he growled, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. Her skin prickled under his touch, her body waking up again, craving him despite the ache. He shifted lower, kissing the valley between her breasts before taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Demeter moaned, her fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer as sparks shot straight to her core.

He didn’t linger long. With a wicked grin, he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her knees. "Let’s see how much you can take," he said, his voice rough with hunger. Her heart pounded as she felt him position himself behind her, his hands spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy was still slick from their first round, her folds swollen and glistening, and she shivered as the cool air brushed against her exposed core.

Zeus gripped his cock, now fully hard again, and rubbed the thick head against her entrance, coating himself in her wetness. "So fucking wet for me," he muttered, his voice dripping with approval. He teased her for a moment, sliding his cock along her folds, brushing her clit until she whimpered, her hips pushing back toward him. "Patient, aren’t you?" he teased, before thrusting into her in one smooth, deep stroke.

Demeter cried out, her hands clutching the sheets as her pussy stretched around him, the sudden fullness overwhelming. Her walls gripped him tightly, still sensitive from before, and the sensation of his cock sliding in, thick and hard, sent a jolt through her entire body. "Zeus!" she gasped, her voice breaking as he started to move, his hips snapping against hers with a steady, relentless rhythm.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his hands digging into her hips as he fucked her hard, each thrust driving deeper. Her pussy pulsed around him, slick and hot, coating his cock in her arousal as he slammed into her. The wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies filled the room, mingling with her moans and his low, primal grunts. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples grazing the sheets, adding to the sensory overload.

He shifted the angle slightly, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her scream, her pussy clenching around him like a vise. "That’s it," he growled, his voice strained as he felt her tighten. "Scream for me." He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in quick, firm circles as he pounded into her from behind. The dual sensation was too much—her body trembled, pleasure building fast and fierce, her moans turning into desperate cries.

"Oh gods, Zeus!" she screamed, her pussy spasming as another orgasm tore through her. Her walls fluttered wildly around his cock, her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them. He didn’t stop, fucking her through the climax, his thrusts growing harder, more erratic, as he chased his own release.

But he wasn’t done yet. With a low growl, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her cum, and flipped her onto her back. "I want to see your face," he said, his voice rough with need. He spread her legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders as he positioned himself at her entrance again. Her pussy was red, swollen, and dripping, and she whimpered as he teased her with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against her sensitive clit.

"Please," she begged, her voice raw, her body aching for him despite the intensity. He grinned, dark and hungry, and thrust into her again, filling her completely. Her head fell back, a loud moan tearing from her throat as he fucked her in the missionary position, his cock sliding in and out with deep, powerful strokes. Her pussy gripped him tightly, the wet sounds of their bodies moving together echoing in the chamber.

"Fuck, Demeter," he groaned, his eyes locked on hers as he pounded into her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her face flushed with pleasure, her lips parted as she gasped and moaned. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her cries as he fucked her harder, his cock coated in her slick arousal.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her nails raking down his back as another orgasm built. "I’m gonna—oh gods!" she cried, her pussy clenching around him as she came again, her body shaking beneath him. The sight of her falling apart, her pussy pulsing around his cock, pushed him over the edge. With a deep, guttural grunt, he thrust hard, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her, hot cum filling her pussy.

They didn’t stop. Zeus pulled out, his cock still hard, slick with their combined release, and rolled her onto her side. He slid in behind her, spooning her as he entered her again, his thrusts slower now but no less intense. Her pussy was hypersensitive, every movement sending shivers through her, and she moaned softly, her body pliant in his arms. He fucked her like that for what felt like hours, switching positions—her riding him, him taking her against the wall, her bent over the edge of the bed—each one pushing them both to new heights of pleasure, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans and grunts filling the air.

By the time they collapsed, exhausted, the moonlight had faded, and the first hints of dawn crept through the windows. Demeter’s pussy was sore, dripping with their combined cum, her body trembling with aftershocks. Zeus pulled her close, his chest heaving, his cock finally softening as he kissed her forehead. "You’re incredible," he murmured, and she smiled, her heart full, her body spent but sated.