Hera sauntered through the halls of their royal chamber, a playful smirk gracing her lips as she glanced over her shoulder at her husband, Zeus. “Advanced age, indeed,” she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m still a goddess, my love, with all the energy that entails.”
Zeus chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he followed behind her. “And I’m still the king of the gods, my dear. I can keep up with you, I assure you.”
Hera’s smirk grew wider as she reached their room, pausing in the doorway to glance back at Zeus. She placed a hand on her swollen belly, reminding him subtly of her delicate condition. “Be gentle with me, my love. I’m carrying our child, after all.”
Zeus nodded, his expression softening as he approached her. “Of course, my queen. I would never hurt you or our child.”
Hera’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she began to undress, sliding the straps of her gown off her shoulders and letting it pool at her feet. She moved slowly, seductively, teasing Zeus with every inch of skin she revealed. “I see your reflexes haven’t slowed with age,” she purred, her voice low and sultry.
Zeus watched her, his breath hitching in his throat as she moved. He reached out to touch her, but she swatted his hand away with a laugh. “Not so fast, my love. I’m in control here.”
Zeus grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, is that so?”
Hera nodded, her eyes locked on his as she moved closer. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close and whispering playful insults in his ear. “Yes, it is. You may be the king of the gods, but I’m still the queen.”
Zeus chuckled, his arms encircling her waist as he kissed her neck. Hera giggled, reminding him once again to be gentle. “I may be the queen, but you’re still a god, my love. Prove it to me.”
Zeus’s grin grew wider as he complied, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her neck. Hera’s breath hitched in her throat as he touched her, her body responding to his touch despite her protests.
“Be gentle,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Zeus nodded, his hands slowing as he moved lower. He reached her belly, his fingers tracing the curve of her swollen stomach. Hera gasped as he touched her, her body tensing with pleasure.
“Be gentle,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Zeus nodded, his hands moving lower still. He reached the apex of her thighs, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh. Hera moaned, her body arching towards him as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“You may be the king of the gods, but you still have a lot to prove,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Zeus grinned, his fingers moving lower still. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit as he moved within her. Hera gasped, her body tensing with pleasure as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
“You’re still the queen, my love, but I’m still a god,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Hera moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as Zeus moved within her. She whispered playful insults about his ego, but also praised his strength and skill. In the end, she was satisfied, her body spent and sated as she lay beneath him.
“Even though you’re the king of the gods, I’m still the queen,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Zeus grinned, his body spent and sated as well. “Yes, my love. You are.”
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