Hera subtly shifted in her seat, trying to give Zeus the hint that now was not the time for such activities. But he only chuckled quietly, continuing to stroke her thigh.
"If you don't cut it out right now, I'm going to make you regret it," Hera whispered in his ear, her voice low and dangerous.
Zeus chuckled quietly, but made no move to stop. Hera gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her composure as the meeting dragged on. She could feel herself growing more and more aroused by Zeus's touch, despite her attempts to ignore it.
Finally, the meeting came to a close. Hera stood up, trying to compose herself before addressing the other gods and goddesses. As they filed out of the room, Hera grabbed Zeus by the arm, dragging him off to their chambers.
Once they were alone, Hera turned to Zeus, her eyes blazing with anger. "You will pay for that, husband," she growled.
But Zeus only grinned, pulling Hera close. "Oh, I think you'll enjoy your punishment, my love," he said, before kissing her deeply.
Hera melted into the kiss, her anger forgotten as Zeus began to undress her. She may be the queen of the gods, but when it came to her husband, she was more than happy to let him take control.
"You are insufferable, you know that?" Hera said, her voice breathy as Zeus trailed kisses down her neck.
"But you love me for it," Zeus replied, his hands deftly unfastening Hera's robes.
"I suppose I do," Hera conceded, her hands reaching up to tangle in Zeus's hair.
As the two of them tumbled onto the bed, Hera knew that she would indeed enjoy her punishment. After all, when it came to Zeus, she couldn't resist his roguish charms.
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