I Am Zeus-Chapter 58: Tell me what you want*

Hera’s heart thundered in her chest as Zeus guided her through the torchlit corridors of Asgard’s grand hall, his massive hand a steady anchor at the small of her back. The distant clatter of the feast faded behind them, swallowed by the heavy wooden doors that sealed their private chamber. The air within was thick with the scent of cedarwood and smoldering incense, a faint glow from the hearth casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. Furs and silken drapes adorned the massive bed at the room’s center, its carved posts etched with runes that pulsed faintly with divine energy.

Zeus’s presence filled the space, his broad frame seeming to draw the light toward him. Hera’s crimson robes clung to her curves, the fabric whispering against her skin as she moved, her dark hair spilling in loose waves down her shoulders. She felt the weight of his gaze, electric and unrelenting, as he turned to face her. His hair gleamed in the firelight, and the faint crackle of lightning danced across his bare chest, where his robe hung open, revealing the hard planes of muscle beneath.

"Hera," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver racing down her spine. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them, his calloused fingers brushing against her jaw. The touch was gentle, yet it carried the promise of something far more primal. Her breath caught as she looked up into his storm-blue eyes, seeing the hunger there, the unspoken need that mirrored her own.

She didn’t speak—words felt too fragile for the storm brewing between them. Instead, she reached for him, her fingers curling into the edges of his robe, pulling it open further to expose the taut lines of his abdomen. Her nails grazed his skin, and Zeus let out a low growl, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss that was anything but gentle. His lips claimed hers with a fierce intensity, tasting of mead and the sharp bite of ozone. Their tongues tangled, a battle for dominance that left her gasping against his mouth.

His hands roamed her body, deftly untying the golden cords that held her robes in place. The crimson fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet like spilled wine, leaving her bare save for the thin golden chains that adorned her waist. Zeus’s eyes darkened as he took her in, his gaze lingering on the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the soft swell of her hips. "Gods, you’re perfect," he rasped, his voice rough with desire.

Hera’s skin flushed under his scrutiny, a mix of pride and need coiling tight in her core. She reached for him again, her fingers trailing down his chest to the ties of his own robe, tugging them loose with deliberate slowness. The fabric fell away, revealing the thick, pulsing length of his cock, already hard and straining for her. Her mouth watered at the sight, a wicked impulse sparking within her. She sank to her knees before him, the cold stone floor biting into her skin as she looked up at him through her lashes.

Zeus’s breath hitched, his hand tangling in her hair as she leaned forward, her lips brushing the tip of his cock. The taste of him was musky, heady, and she let out a soft moan as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. His grip tightened, a low groan escaping him as she worked him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. She sucked him with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the way he pulsed against her tongue, the way his thighs tensed under her hands.

"Fuck, Hera," he growled, his voice raw with need. He thrust shallowly into her mouth, careful not to overwhelm her, but the restraint only fueled her desire. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, her nails digging into his hips as she set a rhythm that had him cursing under his breath. The sounds he made—low, guttural, desperate—sent a thrill through her, her own arousal pooling hot and slick between her thighs.

But Zeus wasn’t one to relinquish control for long. With a low snarl, he pulled her up, his hands rough but reverent as he lifted her to her feet. Before she could catch her breath, he spun her around, pressing her against the edge of the bed. The furs were soft against her palms as she braced herself, her body trembling with anticipation. Zeus’s hands roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine before gripping her hips, pulling her back against him. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her ass, and she arched into him, a silent plea for more.

He didn’t make her wait. His lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, kissing and nipping as he reached around to cup her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, already hard and aching, and she gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder. He rolled the sensitive peaks between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. "You like that, don’t you?" he murmured against her ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. His hands were relentless, kneading her breasts as he kissed his way down her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin. The heat of his mouth, the roughness of his touch—it was all too much and not enough. She pushed back against him, grinding against his cock, desperate for more.

Zeus chuckled, a dark, hungry sound, and slid one hand down her stomach, his fingers dipping between her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy slick with arousal, and he groaned as he felt her, his fingers parting her folds to tease her clit. "So fucking wet for me," he growled, circling the sensitive bud with slow, deliberate strokes. Hera’s knees buckled, a moan spilling from her lips as pleasure sparked through her, sharp and electric.

He didn’t stop, his fingers working her with expert precision as he kissed her neck, her shoulder, her jaw. She was trembling now, her body a live wire under his touch, and when he slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, she cried out, her hands gripping the furs for dear life. "Zeus," she gasped, her voice breaking as he pumped his fingers, his thumb still teasing her clit.

But he wasn’t done with her yet. With a low growl, he pulled his hand away, ignoring her whimper of protest. He turned her to face him, lifting her onto the bed with ease, her back sinking into the soft furs. His eyes burned with hunger as he knelt between her thighs, his hands spreading her open. The sight of him, golden and powerful, staring at her pussy like it was a feast, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin, and then his mouth was on her. His tongue flicked against her clit, slow and deliberate, and Hera’s hips bucked, a moan tearing from her throat. He devoured her, licking and sucking with a hunger that left her breathless, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue, the scrape of his beard against her thighs—it was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to drown her.

"Zeus—fuck," she gasped, her voice raw as he sucked her clit, his fingers sliding back inside her to stroke that perfect spot. Her body was trembling, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak, but he didn’t let up, his mouth relentless as he pushed her closer to the edge.

And then he pulled back, his lips glistening with her arousal, his eyes dark with promise. He rose above her, his cock brushing against her entrance, teasing her with the barest touch. "Tell me what you want," he growled, his voice rough with restraint.

Hera’s eyes met his, burning with defiance and desire. "Fuck me," she whispered, her voice low and fierce. "Hard. Raw. Now."

Zeus’s smile was feral, a flash of lightning in the storm of his gaze. He didn’t hesitate, thrusting into her with a force that made her cry out, her pussy stretching to take him. He was relentless, each thrust deep and unyielding, filling her completely. The bed creaked beneath them, the furs tangling as their bodies moved together, a primal rhythm that echoed the heartbeat of the cosmos.

Hera’s nails raked down his back, her legs wrapping around his hips as she met his thrusts, her body arching to take him deeper. The pleasure was raw, intense, a wildfire consuming them both. His mouth found her breasts again, sucking and biting her nipples as he fucked her, each sensation pushing her closer to the edge.

Their lips met in a desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue, a clash of gods in the heat of their passion. Hera could feel the storm building within her, a cresting wave ready to break, but Zeus showed no signs of slowing, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, claiming her in a way that was both punishment and worship.

And as the firelight danced across their entwined bodies, Hera knew this was only the beginning. The night stretched before them, a canvas of desire and power, waiting to be painted with the raw, unrelenting passion of two gods who would never be sated.

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