I Am Zeus
Chapter 63: Zeus—*

Chapter 63: Zeus—*

The air in the stone chamber hung heavy with the scent of wild lavender and ocean salt, the faint rustle of curtains stirring in the breeze. Zeus’s words lingered between them, a quiet admission that carried the weight of Asgard’s cold halls and Hera’s unspoken grief. Metis stood by the window, the crystal shard in her hand catching the sunlight, its faint pulse of gold and blue shimmering like a captured truth. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, held Zeus’s gaze, searching for something beyond his words.

"Forget it," Zeus said, his voice low but firm, cutting through the silence like a blade. "What happened in Asgard, what Hera planned—it’s done. Let it stay there."

Metis’s lips parted, a flicker of defiance crossing her face, but before she could speak, Zeus rose from the couch, closing the distance between them in two strides. His presence was overwhelming, a storm contained in mortal form, his dark cloak brushing the marble floor. He reached for her, his calloused hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing the edge of her jaw. Her breath hitched, the crystal slipping from her fingers to clatter softly on the table.

"Zeus—" she started, but he silenced her with a kiss, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that stole the air from the room. The kiss was fierce, a clash of wills, his tongue sliding against hers, tasting of mead and the sharp bite of lightning. Metis’s hands gripped his cloak, pulling him closer, her body yielding to the heat of his touch even as her mind resisted.

He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her damp hair. The warmth of his skin seeped into her, a contrast to the cool marble beneath her bare feet. Her robe, loose and rolled to the elbows, shifted as he pressed himself closer, the hard planes of his chest brushing against her. The air crackled faintly, a spark of divine energy igniting where their bodies met, and Metis felt a shiver race down her spine, her defiance melting into desire.

Zeus’s hands moved to the ties of her robe, deftly unfastening the delicate knots. The fabric parted, sliding from her shoulders to pool at her feet, leaving her bare save for the faint dusting of powdered herbs on her skin. Her breasts, full and soft, glowed in the sunlight filtering through the window, her nipples already hardening under his gaze. Zeus’s eyes darkened, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he took her in, his hunger palpable.

"Gods, you’re beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with want. He lowered his head, his lips brushing the curve of her breast, teasingly soft at first. Metis gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his tongue flicked across her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. He sucked gently, then harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, drawing a moan from her lips. Her head tipped back, her damp hair falling loose as she arched into his mouth, the warmth of his tongue a delicious contrast to the cool air.

Zeus’s hands roamed her body, one cupping her other breast, his thumb circling her nipple with deliberate slowness, while the other slid down her waist, tracing the curve of her hip. Metis’s skin flushed under his touch, her breath coming in short, ragged pulls as he lavished attention on her breasts, sucking and biting until her nipples were swollen and aching. The pleasure was sharp, almost overwhelming, and she felt a familiar heat pooling between her thighs, her pussy growing slick with arousal.

But Metis wasn’t one to surrender control so easily. With a sudden spark of defiance, she pushed against his chest, breaking his hold just enough to shift the dynamic. Zeus’s eyes flashed with surprise, then amusement, as she sank to her knees before him, her hands tugging at the ties of his cloak. The dark fabric fell away, revealing the hard lines of his body, his cock already straining against the confines of his tunic. Metis’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she freed him, her fingers wrapping around his thick length, the skin hot and pulsing under her touch.

"Fuck," Zeus breathed, his voice a low growl as she stroked him, her grip firm and teasing. Metis leaned forward, her breath warm against the tip of his cock, and then she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. The taste of him was musky, heady, and she moaned softly, the vibration sending a shudder through him. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside before she took him deeper, her lips gliding down his shaft with slow, deliberate precision.

Zeus’s hand tangled in her hair, his fingers tightening as she sucked him, her head bobbing in a rhythm that had him cursing under his breath. Her free hand cupped his balls, gently massaging as she worked him with her mouth, her tongue tracing every vein, every ridge. The sounds he made—low, guttural, desperate—sent a thrill through her, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as she knelt before him, the cool marble biting into her knees.

"Metis," he growled, his voice thick with need, his hips thrusting shallowly into her mouth. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size, her nails digging into his thighs as she set a relentless pace. The air around them shimmered, sparks of divine energy flickering where their bodies connected, the room pulsing with the heat of their desire.

But Zeus’s restraint was fraying. With a low snarl, he pulled her up, his hands rough but reverent as he lifted her to her feet. Metis’s lips were swollen, glistening with saliva, and Zeus kissed her fiercely, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands roamed her body, gripping her hips as he pressed himself against her, his cock hard and slick against her stomach. The air crackled with their combined power, the faint scent of ozone mingling with the lavender and salt.

He spun her around, pressing her against the low table cluttered with her alchemical tools. Vials clinked softly as her hands braced against the edge, her body bending forward, her ass arched invitingly. Zeus’s hands slid down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before gripping her hips, spreading her open. Her pussy was glistening, swollen with need, and he groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

"You want this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble as he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, sliding it through her slick folds. Metis’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she pushed back against him, a silent plea for more.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice raw with desire. "Now."

Zeus didn’t hesitate. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, her pussy stretching to take him, the sensation so intense it drew a cry from her lips. He set a brutal pace, each thrust deep and unyielding, the table creaking beneath them as he fucked her with a ferocity that shook the room. Metis’s moans filled the air, her fingers gripping the table’s edge as pleasure surged through her, her body rocking with each thrust.

Sparks erupted where their bodies met, golden and searing, as if their divine essence was igniting. Zeus’s hand slid around to her clit, his fingers rubbing in tight circles that made her gasp, her pussy clenching around him. The pleasure was overwhelming, a wildfire consuming her from the inside out, and she felt the pressure building, a molten coil tightening in her core.

The room pulsed with their passion, the curtains fluttering wildly as a gust of divine wind swept through. Zeus’s thrusts grew harder, faster, each one driving her closer to the edge. Metis’s cries grew louder, her body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. And as the heavens themselves seemed to hold their breath, Zeus leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a promise of ecstasy yet to come.