Aniya lay on the plush couch in the living room of the gods' mansion, her tan skin glowing against the cushions. Her curly brown hair fanned out around her as she gazed up at the intricate paintings on the ceiling, trying to distract herself from the nausea that had plagued her all morning. She was exhausted, her body weary from the constant battle against morning sickness.
The door to the living room creaked open, and Hermes entered, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He noticed Aniya's discomfort immediately and made his way over to her, a concerned look on his face.
"You need to rest, my love," he said, his voice soothing as he gently lifted Aniya's feet, placing them on a soft cushion.
Aniya smiled weakly, appreciating Hermes' thoughtfulness. "I'm just tired, my dear," she replied, patting the space beside her.
Hermes sat down, his body close to Aniya's. He admired her growing belly, his hands itching to touch it. "You're beautiful, Aniya," he murmured, his eyes filled with admiration.
Aniya blushed, her hand instinctively going to her belly. "Stop staring at it like it's a new toy, Hermes," she chuckled.
Hermes feigned innocence, "I'm just admiring my future sons, that's all."
Aniya rolled her eyes, "You're such a child, Hermes."
Hermes leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Aniya's belly. "I can't wait to meet them," he murmured, his voice filled with excitement.
Aniya's heart swelled with love, "Neither can I, my love."
Hermes continued to shower Aniya's belly with kisses, his hands gently caressing her skin. Aniya giggled, "You're going to make them think they're the center of the universe, Hermes."
Hermes pulled back, his eyes twinkling, "Well, they are, aren't they?"
Aniya couldn't help but laugh, "You're impossible, Hermes."
Hermes winked, "But you love me, don't you?"
Aniya's eyes softened, "More than anything, Hermes."
Hermes leaned in, pressing his lips to Aniya's in a soft, lingering kiss. "I love you too, Aniya," he whispered, his hands cradling her face.
Aniya's heart raced as Hermes deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. She could feel the heat building between them, the familiar ache in her core.
Hermes broke the kiss, his breath hot against Aniya's lips. "I want you, Aniya," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
Aniya's breath hitched, "Hermes, I'm pregnant."
Hermes chuckled, "I know, my love. I won't hurt you or the babies. I just want to make you feel good."
Aniya hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Okay."
Hermes' lips curved into a wicked smile as he trailed kisses down Aniya's neck, his hands roaming her body. Aniya moaned, her body responding to Hermes' touch.
Hermes' hand slipped under Aniya's dress, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He groaned, "Fuck, Aniya, you're so wet."
Aniya gasped, her hips bucking against Hermes' hand. "Hermes, please," she begged.
Hermes didn't need any more encouragement. He slipped a finger inside Aniya, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. Aniya cried out, her orgasm building quickly.
Hermes continued to work Aniya's pussy, his cock hard and aching in his pants. He needed release, but he wouldn't cum inside Aniya. He couldn't risk hurting the babies.
Aniya's orgasm hit her hard, her body shaking as she came. Hermes continued to rub her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she begged him to stop.
Hermes pulled his fingers out of Aniya, bringing them to his lips. He licked them clean, his eyes never leaving Aniya's. "Delicious, as always," he murmured.
Aniya blushed, her body still trembling from her orgasm. "Hermes," she whispered.
Hermes leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Aniya's lips. "I love you, Aniya," he whispered.
Aniya smiled, her hand resting on her belly. "I love you too, Hermes."
(End of Chapter One)
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