Aniya's Midnight Mischief: A Goddess's Gaze into Her Husband's Smirking Eyes And now, here's a short excerpt from the story: --- I stretch languidly, my body still humming with the remnants of a wet dream. My husband, Hermes, stands at the foot of our bed, his eyes gleaming with mischief as they take in my disheveled state. Enjoying the view, dear husband? I ask, arching an eyebrow as I sit up, propping myself on my elbows. Hermes chuckles, his smirk deepening. I must say, my dear Aniya, you were quite... vocal in your sleep. I couldn't help but wonder what had you so... enthralled. I roll my eyes, feigning annoyance. Mind your own business, Hermes. I was just having a little dream, that's all. Oh, I'm sure it was just a little dream, he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Judging by the noises you were making, it seemed like quite the... adventure. I can't help but laugh at his playful insult. Fine, if you must know, I was dreaming about you. Happy now? Hermes' eyes light up at my admission. Oh, I am indeed, my love. Shall we continue where your dream left off? I grin, my body already responding to his suggestive words. Oh, I think that can be arranged, dear husband.

The morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Aniya's tan skin. Her curly brown hair spread out on the pillow like a halo, and she moaned softly, lost in a dream. Hermes, her husband, watched her from the edge of the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew that look, the soft moans, the flushed cheeks. She's having a wet dream, he thought to himself.

Aniya stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She saw Hermes and the smirk on his face. "Well, if it isn't my dear husband, caught red-handed," she said, her voice husky from sleep.

Hermes chuckled, "Caught red-handed, indeed. Care to share what had you so worked up in your dreams?"

Aniya raised an eyebrow, "And why would I share that with you? It's not like you can top it."

Hermes feigned offense, "Not top it? I'll have you know, I'm the god of thieves and messengers. I can do anything."

Aniya laughed, "Oh, please. You're just a glorified delivery man."

Hermes grinned, "A delivery man who can make you scream my name in pleasure."

Aniya rolled her eyes, "You're so full of yourself."

Hermes winked, "And you're full of something else. Care to let me in on the secret?"

Aniya sighed, "Fine. I was dreaming about you."

Hermes raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Do tell."

Aniya blushed, "I can't. It's embarrassing."

Hermes chuckled, "Embarrassing? My wife, the goddess of mischief and pranks, is embarrassed? I don't believe it."

Aniya stuck her tongue out at him, "Fine. I was dreaming about you kissing me, all over. And then..."

Hermes leaned in, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, "And then?"

Aniya took a deep breath, "And then you did other things. Things that made me moan like I did just now."

Hermes grins, "Well, if that's what you want, I can make it happen."

Aniya smiles, "I know you can. Now, come here and show me."

Hermes didn't need to be told twice. He climbed onto the bed, pulling Aniya into his arms. "As you wish, my love."

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and Aniya wrapped her legs around Hermes' waist, pulling him closer. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still. Hermes trailed kisses down Aniya's neck, making her shiver with pleasure.

"You're wearing too many clothes," Aniya murmured, her hands working at the buttons of Hermes' shirt.

Hermes chuckled, "Patience, my love. Good things come to those who wait."

Aniya rolled her eyes, "I'm not known for my patience."

Hermes grinned, "I know. That's why I love you."

He finally managed to rid himself of his shirt, and Aniya ran her hands over his chest, her fingers tracing the muscles. Hermes' hands were busy too, working their way under Aniya's nightgown. He slipped a hand between her legs, and Aniya gasped as his fingers found her wet and ready.

"See? I told you I could top your dream," Hermes whispered in her ear, his fingers working their magic.

Aniya moaned, "Yes, yes you can."

Hermes continued to tease and torture Aniya, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before pulling back. Aniya was writhing beneath him, her nails digging into his back.

"Please, Hermes," she begged.

Hermes grinned, "Please what?"

Aniya glared at him, "You know what."

Hermes chuckled, "I want to hear you say it."

Aniya rolled her eyes, "Fine. Please make me come."

Hermes didn't need any more encouragement. He plunged his fingers into Aniya, and she screamed his name as she came hard. Hermes didn't give her a chance to recover, immediately sliding inside her and starting to move.

Aniya met him thrust for thrust, her legs wrapped around his waist. She ran her hands over his chest, her nails digging into his skin. Hermes' hands were on Aniya's hips, holding her still as he pounded into her.

They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Aniya's breasts bounced with each thrust, and Hermes couldn't take his eyes off of them. He leaned down, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard. Aniya cried out, her orgasm building again.

Hermes felt his own orgasm building, and he increased his pace. Aniya met him thrust for thrust, her legs wrapped around his waist. She ran her hands over his chest, her nails digging into his skin.

Finally, Hermes couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out as he came, his seed filling Aniya. Aniya moaned, her own orgasm still rolling through her.

Hermes collapsed on top of Aniya, both of them panting and sweating. Aniya ran her fingers through Hermes' hair, a satisfied smile on her face.

"You know, you're not so bad for a glorified delivery man," she said, her voice still husky from pleasure.

Hermes chuckled, "And you're not so bad for a goddess of mischief and pranks."

Aniya grinned, "I guess we make a pretty good team."

Hermes nodded, "The best."

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, until the morning light turned into afternoon. And even then, they didn't want to let go.