The dawn light crept through the tall windows of Zeus's room, casting a soft golden glow over the tangled mess of crimson sheets. Demeter lay curled against Zeus, her golden hair spilling across his chest, her body still humming from their relentless passion. Her skin was flushed, her thighs sticky with their combined release, her pussy tender but sated. Zeus's arm rested possessively around her, his breathing deep and steady, his cock now soft against his thigh, glistening faintly in the early light. The air was heavy with the musky scent of sex, the fire in the corner reduced to glowing embers, but the heat between them lingered, a quiet promise of more.
