A/N: Very smutty smut chapter ahead! ? Thank you guys, and for those wondering the four will get to play again soon.
Hermes soared towards the towering Erinyes estate. He noticed a dim light on the third floor of the east wing.
As he approached the window he saw the violet silhouette of Megaera through the sheer pressed curtain. He watched her pace anxiously for a moment, enjoying the sway of her hips. She was still adorned in the same scandalous attire from the photo.
Hermes tapped the glass softly, stifling a chuckle at her very animated jump of surprise.
Meg pushed the window open excitedly, gesturing a welcome to the winged God.
He swung one leg over the sill and felt his sneakered feet hit the plush carpet. He slid off the ledge and into the room fully, not even taking a moment to drop his bag to the floor before he turned to drink her in.
He hadn't realized how minimal the makeup she wore at work and on their date had been until he saw her now, fresh faced and bare. The expanses of mauve scales that covered her body were soft, with a bit of shine, leaving her skin almost glittering in the low light.
Her hair was tied back in the loose bun. A few sleepy snakes peeked out lazily at him before settling back into the warm knot behind her head with the rest. One of the more curious snakes looked up at him from behind the tuck of her ear.
He suppressed the urge to tickle under the reptile strand's light purple chin.
Her ample breasts were barely contained by the cropped cotton top. If she were to lift her arms overhead at all, she would surely spill out.
Hermes shrugged off his bag and stepped out of his shoes, pushing aside a naughty thought involving the fury pinned against the window behind him. His large palms restraining her wrists, leaving her body exposed, and open for expedition.
"I'm sorry about this… my sister's…" The scaled beauty offered weakly towards the door he assumed lead into the hallway. She stepped past him and snapped the window and curtains shut, ushering him further into the room.
"I get it. I have the world's shittiest roommate. I don't think I've used the front door in months."
He smirked and folded in his wings after a clumsy brush with her nicknack littered bookshelf.
"Who's your roommate?"
"Let's discuss that another time." He pulled her in, fingertips sweeping up the back of her bare arms- causing her scales to shutter. "Now… There must be a reason you asked me to come over. How can I be of service?"
Meg flushed and gave her head a shy shake. "I asked you here… because I w-wanted to do something nice f-for you." Her words came out in a nervous stumble.
Her gaze fell to the floor, studying their bare toes between them. Hermes felt the playful grin slide off his full lips, replaced immediately by a small, touched smile. The messenger took a moment to rack his brain, trying to recall the last time anyone had offered to do something for him that was not tied to their own personal gain.
Persephone came to mind. The pink Goddess was already packed and ready for work when he arrived for their daily shared commute to the Underworld. She had made him a beautifully decorated cake when nobody else, not even Apollo had bothered to remember.
Sure, he got a handful of birthday wishes on Fatesbook, but if Persephone had not gone out of her way to help him celebrate it would have just been another day on the clock.
His life revolved around work. What odd jobs could he get done before his other jobs began.
"I-Is that okay?" Hermes was ripped back by her apologetic, dark onyx eyes.
"Yes! Of course!" He pulled her into another tight squeeze, lifting her up off the floor.
"Things like this don't happen very often…" He shrugged and willed out a laugh that only thinly veiled his anxiety.
"More reason to start!" He set her back down and she began bouncing on the balls of her feet, her hands clapping excitedly.
"Go lay down." She motioned to the bed. He could tell she was trying to quell her own nervousness with a burst of energy.
"On my back?" He asked with a suggestive brow wiggle.
"Stomach." She teased, and scooted him impatiently. Thoughts of sex dissipated at this request. 'Strange…' He thought, kneeling onto the dark, nearly black bedding.
"Shirt off." She called, her voice wavering slightly.
"Yes ma'am." He chuckled and pulled his shirt overhead, tossing it onto the growing pile of his belongings by the window.
He settled onto his stomach. Her gentle scent was on the pillow. He melted into the bed with an inhale, body relaxing for the first time in ages.
He felt a soft pressure to his side before a knee settled in against his other hip and he felt a warmth across his backside. She was now seated atop him.
As his lips parted to inquire he felt a moan slip out as a cool liquid skated across his bare back.
His senses took in the earthy scent of grapeseed oil. Her fingers swept up his back and across his shoulders. The pressure increased as her thumbs worked down the ropes of tension along his spine. She tapered off with small light circles when she reached the dimples of his low back.
He buried his face into the pillow, stifling a low groan. The Erinyes giggled but did not cease her strokes.
She used her knuckles to work against the tight tissue until she felt the muscle flutter and release. She swept down the sides of his torso with a feather light touch. Her digits smoothing over the soft elastic of his shorts.
"Would you like me to keep going?" She lent forward, her body flush with his. He could have sworn he felt her hips role into the curve of his ass.
Hermes pried himself off the pillow forcefully, sweeping accidental drool off with the back of his hand.
'Please never stop…' He thought to himself before choking out a meager, "Y-yes. Please."
She hummed something tuneless as she worked the dense muscles of his backside through the loose fabric.
"Would it be better if I..?" He trailed off, tugging at the band of his only remaining garment. He cringed, hoping it didn't come out as forward as he feared.
"Y-yes. It would." She slid off his hips to the end of the bed, watching as he rose. Meg flushed and averted her eyes, pretending not to notice the erection that sprung out from his shorts as they slipped down toned thighs.
Hermes settled back down with an experimental wiggle. He attempted to adjust his hardening cock without the use of his hands.
It was only seconds before her fingers were back on him. Her touch slid up his inner thigh, towards the crease of his backside. He subconsciously rolled his hips and felt his thighs fall open. She swept back down the sides of his hips, ending with a pressure just under the curve of his cheeks.
He gave himself an internal pep talk as his cock ached impatiently.
Her petite form climbed between his thighs, knocking them further apart. She worked down one leg, sweeping up to grip his backside before moving to the next.
He moaned, relaxing back into the luxe pile of pillows.
Violet thumbs soothed the knots in his feet. He groaned and stretched under her touch.
"Turn over." Her confident octave drop ended with a giggle. He could already imagine the blush dusting her cheeks.
He flipped easily, a content expression across his handsome features. As he let his eyes flutter shut, he could feel her penetrating stare.
The fury feasted her eyes upon the God. His crimson skin was impossibly soft considering his daily proximity to the sun.
She noticed a small tattoo in the hollow of his hip. A lyre.
She swept her fingers across it, careful to avoid his already neglected member. It bobbed and leaked against his abdomen in response.
She bypassed his cock, focusing up one thigh and working down the other, giving careful and equal attention to both sides.
Once she was finished she tapped the outside of his thighs urging his legs to close. She straddled his strong quads, turning back to his hips.
He couldn't stop a breathy groan as her fingers swept over his chest and down the ripple of his abdomen.
The Erinyes scooted higher, her heat resting just below his throbbing length.
He felt something light hit his chest and his eyes fluttered open. He noticed immediately that the thing he had felt was her now discarded top.
He wasn't sure how she had done it so seamlessly but she appeared to have rid herself of her barely there shorts as well.
"How else can I care for you?"
His cock sprang to full attention. He reached up and caressed her breasts, giving each nipple a gentle pinch and tug. The slick between her thighs was hot against his oil slick skin, rendering him breathless.
"I think it's my turn now…" He made to sit up but felt himself pushed back into the plush bedding.
"No no… I'm not finished yet." The fury leaned forward and slid down his legs until she was able to place a purposeful kiss to the tip of his cock.
He bit back a moan with a soft roll of his hips. She didn't shy away from his upward thrust. Instead she lapped at the leaking slit, savoring each bead.
Hermes groaned and clutched at the cushion behind him as her hot mouth took him in completely. Her form had improved since their last intimate encounter.
'Interesting.' He mused silently to himself.
"Shhhhhhit." His voice fluttered around the curse as her tongue pressured the quaking nerve on the underside of his shaft.
Plump purple lips devoured each pulsating inch. Hermes couldn't stop himself from pumping his hips until he felt the harsh barrier of her throat.
Her gag turned into a giggle as she pulled back.
"Where would you like to cum?" She tucked a loose snake behind her ear, shyly.
"W-where?" The Crimson God asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
She pointed to her pout, sticking her tongue out playfully.
"Or…" She gave her breasts a firm squeeze.
"Or..?" Hermes muttered, following the descent of her fingers. They disappeared between her parted thighs. Hermes felt his heart shoot into his throat as the fury gave her slit a teasing circle before thrusting two digits in.
He caught her as she knelt forward, swaying from the measures of bliss.
"W-why not all three?" He asked eagerly before he could stop himself.
The bridge of her nose to the apples of her cheeks were tinted a rosey burgundy.
He watched her glistening fingers slide out only to be joined by a third. She couldn't suppress the desperation in her groan.
"I think I know where you'd like to start." He whispered as he caught her lips, taking in her shuttered moan against his own.
"I just… needed someone to talk to!" Zeus proclaimed in alarm, eyeing the blade nervously.
"I have a phone." Demeter sighed and lowered her weapon. "And a front door." The king swung his dangling leg over the window sill but slumped against it instead of entering.
"I don't know… why I thought this was better."
The Emerald skinned Goddess returned the scythe to its original home and started towards the painted porcelain decanter. She cursed her soft spot for the God of Thunder.
'If any of the nymphs see him here…' A small voice cautioned. 'It's fine. I'll just toss him out the window.' She reasoned back, silently.
"Mind if I have a drink? I haven't dealt with you this early in centuries."
"Is that..?" The King inquired, hopping up off the sill.
"Dionys' best. Drink?" She turned, wiggling the glass between her fingers.
"Please." She watched him out of the corner of his eye. He was obviously emotional. His normally sheen violet hair was voluminous from the amount of musing it endured.
"What do you need to talk about that you can't go to your brothers with?"
"They're-" He cleared his throat nervously. "They're busy. It's uhm… Hades bachelor party."
"Oh." Demeter turned, a stiff grin across her shapely lips. She tossed the full glass at the King, unflinching as she watched half of the wine spill down his front. "So you're in trouble. Was Hera there? Did she finally catch you in the act?"
Zeus waved off her question and downed the remaining wine. She knew that meant she was right.
"I expect Hades was also there messin-"
Zeus held up his hand, effectively cutting her off. "He's not like me, Deme. He was only there for a minute. I think he got bored and went home. He's a good man."
The Goddess softened at this news. She brought the glass to her lips, savoring the sweetness.
"You used to be a good man." Zeus set down his glass and Demeter turned away, flushing at the glimpse of his drink stained button up slipping down muscled shoulders.
"I can still be good…" She felt his lips against her ear and she swallowed hard. The heat from his bare chest was almost scalding as he leaned in, arms encircling her. She allowed herself to be swept up by the warmth until it was snatched away from her.
Zeus had reached around her to grab more wine.
"I don't think you can." She teased, finally turning back to face him.
Demeter felt her breath catch. She had seen him bare a thousand times, even after their separation, and it still got her heart racing every time.
"You're right. I can't help myself, Deme. No matter how much I love Hera..." He downed the dark liquid, feeling the alcohol fuel the flames in his core. He started towards her, setting the glass down on the cabinet she was now resting against. "No matter how much I love…" He gestured at her. "I can't stop."
"Zeus… I didn't mean…"
"Yes you did." He hissed as he palmed the cinch of her waist, fingers fanning over the generous curve of her hips. He was reminded of how differently shaped his wife was from the barley mother. He felt himself appreciative of the additional curves her body gave him to hold onto.
The fabric was so thin she almost couldn't tell that it wasn't skin on skin.
"I want to be good." He purred, placing a series of kisses down the column of her throat and up the curve of her neck. "But seeing you like this makes me want to be bad."
She fought against the embers of arousal kindling in her core and pushed him off.
"I will not do to Hera what she did to me." She turned away again and with shaking hands, poured herself another drink.
"How long has it been, Deme?" She felt his lips on her bare shoulder. She smirked but didn't shrug him away.
"You know how long..."
His hands were on her again, this time pawing at the curve of her backside.
"I can give you what you need."
"Need?" She side stepped away from him, bringing the bottle with her. "You're not Gaia's gift to women, Zeus."
She spun around, exasperation in her voice. "When was the last time you were with a woman and you weren't completely selfish?"
The mauve God flipped through the memories of his most recent conquests, feeling himself deflate at the realization.
"Exactly."
Zeus felt his memory reach further back, to one of the last times he had been with the Goddess before him.
"Do you remember our time in Thebes?" His arms rested on either side of her, trapping her between him and the cabinet. His fingers ghosted across her collarbones. "I can do that thing you like..."
"Tempting… but it still sounds like you'd be getting more out of this than me." She chuckled in an attempt to hide the rising husk in her voice.
He smiled sheepishly before his face dropped into a sulk. "I've never been able to have this rapport with Hera..."
"Because you view her as less than, Zeus."
He flinched but didn't object. She was right, and he knew it. Hera was his wife and his queen but he never saw her as his equal. Her power was only amplified by him, and their union. She could have been something without him but he's trapped her. Hera would have left him years ago if it didn't go against her status. Who would trust the Goddess of marriage if she couldn't hold her own together.
Demeter on the other hand was powerful without him. She built a mortal world empire, a literal paradise without the help of a husband. He knew deep down she wanted to show him how much better she was at ruling. She ran the mortal realm like an organized, neat and well oiled machine. Hard workers and happy citizens.
He appreciated that Persephone had inherited that drive from her mother but he felt fatigued thinking about how much of a mess Olympus was under his rule.
Demeter was his equal, and he knew that if he hadn't let his desires get in the way they would have been unstoppable.
He watched her body give a sensual sway as the drink took hold.
"What would a splendid Goddess like you desire?"
Demeter closed her eyes for a moment, tuning into the internal struggle she was having.
Her body was on fire. Each pore reacted to his touch. The memory turned dream still fresh in her mind. It was as if her subconscious knew he would come.
'What's the harm? If it's not me it'll just be some other woman.'
'Hera deserves better than this.'
'No. -I- deserved better than this.'
A small voice, self serving and sly piped up from the back of her mind. 'Do what you want… Settle the score.'
She gave into her arousal, slipping her fingers up the toned abdomen of the King. She smiled at the contrast of Violet and Emerald.
"I desire you…" She purred while her nails dragged up his pecs and down his back. His power created a inconsequential spark of lightning as their lips brushed together. She pulled back with a jump and smirk. "...providing a -selfless- act of pleasure."
"I would love to."
"But..." She said pointedly, her lips ghosting over the hollow of his throat. "You will receive nothing from me but the satisfaction of a job well done. Do we have a deal?"
Zeus knew that he could leave now, and go home to Hera, no harm done. He also knew he could just as easily leave and find a mortal woman to satisfy his needs. For some reason though he stayed rooted to the spot, not wanting to be anywhere but here, nor with anyone but her.
"Seal the deal with a kiss?" He offered, grinning.
Hermes held her steady as the fury rose from her knees to align herself with his eager member.
"Wait." He blurted out. She froze in mid crouch, her only balance coming from his hold on her hips.
"This is your first time?"
Meg nodded shyly.
"Let's switch places. This might hurt and I'd rather you be comfortable."
Without hesitation she hopped off his hips and followed his order, laying back in the spot he had just been.
Before she settled into the bedding he seized a kiss. Her tongue lazily challenged his, tasting of his own sweat and nectar.
He broke away and smacked a firm kiss to her cheek. His lips trailed down her neck, taking a moment to leave expertly placed bruises for her sisters to inquire about in the morning.
He felt her fingers tangle into his flyaway locks, pushing his head down further.
"Such a hurry… we have all night." He mumbled as he disappeared between her thighs. She was already soaked and swollen.
Her aroma was vetiver and vanilla, earthy and sweet. He teased her with a single lap over her slit, feeling his taste buds burst at the spice of her sex, like candied ginger.
She thrust into his lips, impatiently. A low whine rising in her throat. He buried himself deeper with a growl, pulling at the pearl of her clit with a hearty suck.
"Heeermesss." She cried, pulling at his hair, beckoning him up. He climbed to his knees, sure to make eye contact with her.
"Are you sure?" He asked, needing clear and concise consent.
"Yes." She begged, pulling him closer with her feet.
"Positive?" His question was almost cut off by her lips. She pulled him down atop her, feeling the head of his member slide against her slit.
She could taste herself on his tongue, their lust mixing harmoniously.
"Do you not want to fuck me, Hermes?"
He choked out a moan at her words. "O-of course I do. More than anything. But… only if you are absolutely sure. We don't have to take this any further if you are uncomfortable."
"I would like to try…" Her mask of arousal slid down, revealing her fear.
"Then we can try…" He gave her another hard peck on the lips and then adjusted himself. "Try to relax. It might hurt. And if we need to stop, please tell me. I won't be upset."
"Promise?" She mewled, feeling her body relax against him.
"Promise." He flashed her a reassuring smile before rocking against her dripping folds. He could feel her body tensing around him from the push to her tight entrance.
She took a deep breath but didn't motion for him to stop.
She felt him lean in, filling her as he slid the tie off her loose bun, releasing the snakes. They each booped his hand affectionately.
He pushed in as far as her sex would allow. Her walls were searing and pulsing around him.
He pulled out and she expelled a shuttering gasp. "Please! Don't stop…" She interjected, wrapping her legs around the narrow of his hips and giving him a harsh shove back in.
"I'm not going to last long." He stilled, groaning as she clenched around him, urging him to continue.
"Me neither…" She whispered, settling back and relaxing further with the next pump of his hips.
As he adopted a fluid movement, so did his fingers. He could feel her coil tightening with each flick of his thumb over her clit.
"I'M GONNA-!" She shouted. Her legs wrapped possessively around the God as her walls rippled the throbbing organ, working his release to the surface.
"Fuck! Meg…" He was locked in, teeth working the sensitive skin of her shoulder. He burst inside her, filling her maidenhood with his seed.
"Can… you stay here tonight?" Hermes looked up in surprise. He had finished cleaning her and himself when she posed the question.
"Of course. You're not getting rid of me THAT easily." He tossed the towel onto her open hamper and climbed in, joining her under the weighted blanket.
"How do you feel?" He asked, giving her forehead a chaste kiss.
"Like I want to go again."
Demeter led the adulterous King over to her bed. It was large and luxe, decorated with handsome quilts and pillows beaded with precious gems. Sheer cloth canopies surrounded all edges of the bed. Two curtains were drawn back with an elaborate gold rope to create an entrance.
She shrugged out of her nightdress and it pooled at her feet, revealing her bare body beneath.
"Breathtaking…"
"Shut up, Zeus."
"Gaia, I missed how much of a bitch you are." The God stepped out of his trousers and began pulling on the elastic of his underwear. Demeter smacked away his hands, "No no… Those stay on."
Her fingers brushed over his clothed but excitable member and she allowed herself to let out a quiet whimper.
She was thankful for the opportunity to openly appreciate his body. She had gotten so used to fixing her face in a scowl when the violet skinned King was around, it was so foreign to relax.
The barley mother climbed onto the bed as Zeus took a predatory stance. His knee slipped between her thighs as he leaned in.
"Can I kiss you?"
Demeter felt as if she had lost control of her body when she leaned in, full lips stopping just before they met his.
His breath was hot with a contrast of crisp, cooling mint.
"You can kiss me anywhere except here." She purred and leaned away with a flush, her fingers tapping her own lips.
"Here?" He chuckled, giving her a peck on the cheek and descending down her chest. She giggled and batted at him but didn't push him off.
"And here?" He showered her chest with kisses, catching the perk of her nipple with his tongue. Her skin erupted with goosebumps. He gave an exploratory flick before his teeth nipped the bud.
The fertility goddess arched into him, imploring him to move. His lips continued their journey downward. He nipped at the dip of her ribs and the hollow of her hips. Her shapely body became less rigid with each lap of tongue and pull of teeth.
If what she said was true… that meant she hadn't been with anyone since him.
His member throbbed at the thought of claiming her all over again after all these years.
His teeth seized her inner thigh and he settled in between her legs. Like in everything she did, her sex was a perfectly maintained neat and tidy strip. The trimmed mauve hair complimented her silken emerald skin.
He placed a firm kiss to her mons. She bucked into his lips, wanting moan, high. His mouth watered at the aroma of cinnamon and clove.
Zeus buried his nose into her thatch of plum hair and gave a deliberate lick. His tongue worked past her folds, stoking the embers of her building bliss.
"You taste like autumn." The vibration from his moan pulled another whimper from her.
"Good. Lick." She knotted her fingers through his hair and gave a playful tug. He ignored the swelling in his cock from her cold, commanding tone.
He swirled his tongue in a series of circles and felt her thighs shake on either side of his ears. He flicked experimentally side to side. She groaned but didn't move. He flattened his tongue and lapped from her entrance up to the bead of her clit.
"Mmmm up." She hummed against her knuckles.
He continued as she requested, poking his tongue through her tight ring with every other sweep.
"Mmmm Zeus?" Though her voice was light and breathy it still carried the authority that made him still immediately.
"Yesm?" He hummed in response.
Her fingers released his hair and tapped at her swollen lower lips. She spread her lust coated folds and gave another clipped command.
"Suck."
"Yes my Goddess." As soon as he rolled his tongue over and pulled her clit in with a suck, she was shaking. Her thighs were flushed and spasming.
"I'm clos- FUCK." Demeter swore loudly as Zeus released her seconds before her orgasm peaked. She smacked the back of his head and shoved his lips aside with her own fingers in an attempt to coax out the bliss before it slipped too far away.
The King grabbed both her hands and held them tight against the tops of her thighs. His lips pursed and he blew a cool minty air over her throbbing sex.
"Zeus… I swear to Gaia!"
He moved her restrained wrists to the bedding and leant back into her slit, giving another teasing touch. Demeter's fury melted against his working lips. His tongue beckoned her lust back to the surface.
"Don't stop. Please…" She begged, gyrating into him. He watched the flutter and flush of her thighs and pulled back just as her taste changed.
The memory of her unique flavour came flooding back. The moment she came, everytime, tasted of the sweet morning mist at the top of mount olympus.
The Goddess groaned, tugged at her wrists. Her fury was less this time, overshadowed by her desperate arousal.
"I swear ο Δίας- θα σε σκοτώσω!" (Zeus, I will kill you!)
"είμαι σίγουρος." (I'm sure.) He chuckled against her tempered thigh before starting his ministrations all over again.
"σε ικετεύω!" (I am begging you.) Demeter thrashed against him, her body sore and slick with sweat. "Σε παρακαλώ, δεν μπορώ." (Please, I can't.)
The King rose to his knees, groaning as his abandoned member sought release from his shorts. He ignored the frantic throbs and released one of her wrists. His tongue continued to work as he poised two fingers at her entrance. Her free hand shot to his hair, gripping the lengthy silk strands for dear life as he pushed in.
Zeus curled his fingers up and stroked the bundle of nerves at the forefront of her entrance. One long stroke, another, and on the final push he felt her body quake beneath him.
The Goddess screamed as her body erupted with bliss. She could see the signs of early morning through the window which meant he had been edging her for the last two hours, atleast.
The violet God tasted a waterfall of morning dew as her lust splashed across his tongue and chest.
"Deme, I know you said…" Zeus trailed off. He licked the release from each finger before combing through his tangled hair. It framed his handsome features chaotically, spilling well past his shoulders. His lips were swollen and slick from his work, and his aching member was straining painfully against the too tight garment.
He gripped it and tried to hold back a desperate groan. "Would you like to..?"
He leaned over her panting body, tressed tossed to one side. He gave her slit a final sweep of his tongue and she felt her shiver with the aftershock of fire.
She took a moment to consider. On one hand, they had a deal. On the other… Even in the waves of afterglow her body ached to be filled.
"Fine! Fine!" She scrambled onto her knees, presenting herself to him. "Please... Before I change my mind."
"Thank Gaia…" Zeus whispered, fingers caressing the supple plush of her backside. She arched into his touch, shifting backwards. He scrambled out of the elastic prison, not needing to be told twice.
He gave her ass a firm slap, aligned himself and slammed in full hilt.
"Fuck." She shouted, gripping the sheets beneath her.
"Such foul language today…" He smirked, gripped her hair and twisted it into a knot before, pulling her back onto him.
"Fuck off." She groaned, impaling herself onto him before he could thrust forward. Large violet hands gripped the narrow of her waist and slammed as hard as he could. He felt his cock break through the muscular barrier and Demeter let out a guttural moan.
"This isn't going to work." She called behind her. Zeus slammed to a stop and pulled out, brow furrowing in concern.
She smirked over her shoulder and pointed to the bed. "Lay down."
The Goddess swung her leg over his hip and seated herself upon his thick violet member.
She rolled her hips as he bucked up, riding the fluid-like waves of movement. The King pulled her down for a kiss and she stopped just before their lips met- fingers gripping his jaw tight. "If you don't leave as soon as we are done here, I -will- dismember you."
"Understood." He thrust up hard, causing her to break her hold and smash her lips into his. He seized her lip between his teeth, earning a feral growl from the traditionally composed Goddess.
She broke away from his lips and began to bounce frantically. He held onto her hips to keep up with her feverish pace. His name poured out from her lips like a sacred mantra.
Demeter sat back on him, straightened her posture and pulled her hair down from the messy knot she had tied it in earlier. Her violet tresses billowed around her, framing her heart shaped face.
"I'm coming!" The moment she exclaimed her release he felt himself empty inside her with a white hot surge. Her bountiful body milked him of every ounce of fertility.
"Good morning." He cupped her face in his hand and met her halfway for a tender kiss. The beads of sweat that decorated both of their tired bodies, glistened in the lazily rising sun.
Hermes touched down on the front step of Demeter's estate. The Barley mother was typically well into her morning tea by the time the messenger arrived with the daily mail.
"Weird." Hermes pulled the stack of letters out of his shoulder bag and was about to toss them on the beautifully carved garden chair when he heard a distressing noise.
He looked around and saw nothing except for nymphs off in the far distance starting to wake themselves.
The god strained his ears and it was only a moment before he heard a labored groan above him. He glanced up and saw that the emerald Goddess' window was wide open.
'She's fine…' A voice hissed.
'What if she isn't?' Another reasoned.
'It can't hurt to check.' Hermes bent his knees and flew up so he was level with the sill. His ears were flooded with a chorus of breathy moans and swears. He could see silver slashes across her back, glittering with sweat as she rolled her hips down on a thick indigo cock.
"Περισσότερο.. Ζεύς…" (More... Zeus)
The lilt in the King's tone as he coo'd back confirmed that Hermes had not misheard.
'Oh no oh no oh noooo. I should not be here…'
In a panic the messenger tossed the bundle of mail in through the window and raced off.