CHAPTER 87: THEMIS*

Maia was straddling him, her dark curls bouncing, her pussy gripping his cock as she rode him with a grin that screamed trouble. Her moans were raw, echoing off the marble walls, mixing with the creak of the bed and the soft, hungry gasps of the other women—Leto, Metis, Mnemosyne, and Themis—who circled like wolves, their eyes burning with want.

Maia leaned forward, her full breasts brushing Zeus’s chest, her lips grazing his ear. "Fuck, you’re too good at this," she whispered, her voice rough and teasing, sending a jolt straight to his core. Her hips rolled, slow and deliberate, her pussy so tight it made him groan. Mnemosyne, still catching her breath, her golden skin glistening, knelt nearby, her fingers trailing lazily over her own clit as she watched, a smirk playing on her lips. Leto was pressed against Zeus’s side, her wine-dark eyes locked on his, her hand guiding his fingers to her nipple, hard and begging for attention. "Don’t stop," she murmured, her voice thick with need, and Zeus pinched, making her gasp, her head tipping back.

Metis, her lithe body flushed and sweaty, kissed Zeus’s neck, her teeth scraping just enough to make him hiss. "You’re driving us crazy," she said, her breath hot against his skin. Themis, though, was the one who stole the moment. She’d been watching from the edge of the bed, her elegant frame trembling, her fingers working her pussy as she bit her lip, her eyes locked on Maia’s hips grinding against Zeus. Her soft moans were barely audible over the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, but the fire in her gaze said everything—she was done waiting.

Themis moved like she was gliding, her long legs carrying her to the bed with a grace that didn’t hide her urgency. She pushed Maia gently, her hands firm but playful. "My turn," she said, her voice low, almost a growl, and Maia laughed, sliding off Zeus with a reluctant moan, her pussy leaving his cock slick and throbbing. Themis didn’t waste a second. She straddled him, her thighs strong and warm, her pussy hovering just above his cock as she looked down at him, her eyes blazing with a mix of control and raw hunger. "You ready for me?" she asked, her voice soft but dripping with challenge.

Zeus grinned, his hands gripping her hips. "Show me what you’ve got," he said, his voice rough, and Themis didn’t hesitate. She sank down onto his cock, her pussy so tight and wet it made him groan, the heat of her enveloping him like a glove. She moved slowly at first, her hips rolling in a deliberate rhythm, each motion pulling a moan from her lips. Her long fingers gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she leaned forward, her breasts swaying, nipples hard and brushing his chest.

"Fuck, Themis," Zeus growled, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, squeezing as he thrust up to meet her, the bed creaking under the force. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and hot, and she moaned, her voice breaking as she picked up the pace, her hips slamming down harder. The chamber was alive with sound—her gasps, the wet slap of their bodies, the soft moans of the other women watching, their hands roaming their own bodies or each other’s, the air thick with their shared heat.

Leto crawled closer, her lips finding Themis’s neck, kissing and sucking as she whispered, "You look so fucking good riding him." Her hands slid to Themis’s breasts, pinching her nipples until Themis gasped, her pussy tightening around Zeus’s cock. Maia, still flushed from her turn, knelt behind Themis, her fingers teasing Themis’s clit, circling with a slow, maddening rhythm that made Themis’s moans turn into cries. "Oh, fuck, yes," Themis gasped, her head tipping back, her long hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall.

Mnemosyne moved to Zeus’s side, her golden eyes gleaming as she leaned in, kissing him hard, her tongue plunging into his mouth. She tasted like honey and heat, her lips bruising as she claimed him, her hand sliding down to tease his balls, squeezing gently. Zeus groaned into her mouth, his cock throbbing inside Themis, the sensation of her pussy and Mnemosyne’s touch pushing him closer to the edge. Metis, her own body trembling with need, straddled his thigh again, grinding her pussy against him, her clit rubbing against his muscle as she moaned, her fingers digging into his chest.

The room was a storm of sensation—sweat-slicked skin, wet sounds, gasps, and moans blending into a primal rhythm. Themis rode Zeus harder, her pussy gripping him like she was trying to pull his soul out through his cock. Her cries grew louder, her body trembling as Maia’s fingers worked her clit, Leto’s lips sucking her nipple, Mnemosyne’s hand teasing Zeus’s balls. Sparks of light danced in the air, the amber orbs flickering like they might explode, the chamber pulsing with their raw, unfiltered desire.

"Zeus, fuck, I’m close," Themis gasped, her voice raw, her hips slamming down with a force that shook the bed. Zeus thrust up harder, his cock driving deep, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her scream. Leto’s teeth grazed Themis’s nipple, Maia’s fingers rubbed faster, and Mnemosyne’s tongue tangled with Zeus’s, her hand squeezing his balls just right. Metis’s moans were desperate, her pussy soaking his thigh as she ground against him, chasing her own release.

Themis came first, her scream tearing through the chamber as her pussy spasmed around Zeus’s cock, her juices flooding him as her body shook, her nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation was too much, pushing Zeus over the edge. With a guttural groan, he thrust up one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, spilling inside Themis with a heat that made her moan again, her pussy milking every drop. Metis followed, her cry soft but intense as her pussy clenched against his thigh, her climax soaking him.

The other women didn’t stop. Leto kissed Themis’s neck, her hands roaming her body, whispering, "You’re so fucking beautiful when you come." Maia’s fingers slowed, teasing Themis through the aftershocks, while Mnemosyne broke her kiss with Zeus, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "We’re not done with you," she said, her voice dripping with promise.

Themis slid off Zeus, her pussy still quivering, and Metis was on him in an instant, straddling his hips with a hungry grin. "I want you again," she said, her voice rough as she sank down onto his cock, her pussy tight and slick. The chamber was still alive, the air thick with their heat, their moans, their need. The women surrounded Zeus, their hands and lips everywhere—kissing, sucking, teasing, their bodies a tangle of desire that promised to burn through the night, each moment more intense than the last.