Hera lounged on the marital bed, her belly round and full with child. She was six months along, and the pregnancy had only served to make her more radiant in Zeus's eyes. He couldn't help but stare as he entered the bedchamber, his gaze lingering on her swollen breasts and the curve of her belly.
"Eyes up here, dear," Hera said, looking up from the gossip scroll she was reading. "I'm not a piece of meat for you to feast on."
Zeus grinned, climbing onto the bed and pressing a kiss to Hera's belly. "But you are my queen, and you are absolutely radiant."
Hera rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips. "Flattery will get you everywhere, husband."
Zeus began to undress, his eyes never leaving Hera's body. "I know what will get me everywhere," he said, a wicked glint in his eye.
Hera raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what would that be?"
Zeus grinned, crawling onto the bed and straddling Hera's hips. "A little bit of this," he said, pressing a kiss to Hera's neck.
Hera gasped, her hands coming up to grip Zeus's shoulders. "And a little bit of that," Zeus continued, his hands sliding down to cup Hera's breasts.
Hera moaned, her back arching off the bed. "You are insatiable," she said, her voice breathy.
Zeus chuckled, his fingers tracing circles around Hera's nipples. "And you love every minute of it."
Hera couldn't deny it, her hips grinding up against Zeus's. "Maybe," she said, her voice a whisper.
Zeus leaned down, his lips brushing against Hera's ear. "Tell me what you want, my queen."
Hera's breath hitched, her hands gripping Zeus's hair. "I want you," she said, her voice a demand.
Zeus smirked, his fingers sliding down to the waistband of Hera's pants. "You've got me," he said, his voice low and husky.
Hera's pregnancy had only served to heighten her desire for Zeus, and she couldn't get enough of him. She ran her hands over his muscled chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs.
"You're mine," she said, her voice a purr.
Zeus chuckled, his lips finding Hera's. "And you're mine," he said, his hands sliding down to grip her hips.
Hera moaned as Zeus began to move against her, his hips grinding against hers in a slow, steady rhythm. She could feel the heat building between them, the desire that only he could satisfy.
"You feel so good," she said, her voice a moan.
Zeus grinned, his lips finding Hera's again. "And you taste even better," he said, his tongue sliding into her mouth.
Hera gasped, her hands gripping Zeus's hair as she kissed him back. She couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get close enough. She needed him, needed him to satisfy the cravings that pregnancy had brought on.
"Please," she said, her voice a whisper.
Zeus didn't need any further encouragement. He slid Hera's pants down her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight around him.
Hera moaned, her hips meeting Zeus's as he began to move inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Harder," she said, her voice a demand.
Zeus was happy to oblige. He increased his pace, his hips slamming against Hera's as he drove into her. She met him thrust for thrust, her moans filling the room as they both reached for release.
"Yes," Hera said, her voice a moan. "Yes, yes, yes."
Zeus groaned as he felt Hera tighten around him, her orgasm sending him over the edge. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and sweaty.
Hera smiled, her fingers tracing circles on Zeus's back. "You always know how to satisfy my cravings," she said, her voice a purr.
Zeus chuckled, pressing a kiss to Hera's forehead. "And you always know how to drive me wild," he said, his fingers tracing patterns on her belly.
Hera closed her eyes, feeling content and satisfied. She was pregnant, yes, but she was also loved and desired. And that was all that mattered.
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