The doors of the Throne Room of Tartarus slammed open with a bang, causing Aniya, the goddess of sins and ruler of Tartarus, to turn her attention away from the pile of paperwork she had been sorting through. She rolled her eyes as she saw Zeus, the king of the gods, striding in with his usual air of arrogance.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, Zeus?" Aniya called out, leaning back in her throne. "I was just about to take a nap."
Zeus smirked at her, his gaze raking over her body. "I came to collect on a little debt, Aniya."
She raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "A debt? I don't recall owing you anything."
He chuckled, closing the distance between them. "Oh, you do. You just don't remember it yet."
Before she could respond, he reached out, smacking her ass hard. She gasped, her body tensing in surprise and pleasure. He did it again, and she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
"You always were a dirty little thing, Aniya," he said, his voice low and husky.
She glared at him over her shoulder, trying to hide the flush on her cheeks. "And you always were an arrogant ass, Zeus."
He grinned, pulling her closer. "You love it."
She scoffed, but didn't pull away as he slid his cock into her. They moved together, their banter turning dirtier as they lost themselves in the moment. After they finished, he pulled out, leaving her panting and satisfied.
Before she could recover, Poseidon, the god of the sea, entered the room. She smirked at him, still flushed from her encounter with Zeus.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the sea god himself," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He grinned, walking towards her. "Aniya, you look...flushed."
She laughed, standing up. "That's one way to put it."
He sat down on the throne, pulling her onto his lap. She gasped as he slid his hand under her dress, feeling how wet she still was from Zeus. He groaned, groping her breasts.
"You're a filthy little thing, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and husky.
She grinned, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "And you love it."
He chuckled, standing up and pulling her with him. He put her on her knees, his cock already hard. She took him in her mouth, moaning as he filled her. Behind her, she could hear Zeus moving, his cock sliding into her pussy again. She gasped, her body tensing as they filled her.
Hades, the god of the underworld, entered the room, his gaze dark and hungry. She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the underworld god himself," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He smirked, walking towards her. "Aniya, you're a sight for sore eyes."
She laughed, standing up and bending over the throne. He slid his cock into her ass, groaning as he filled her. They moved together, their moans and gasps filling the room. After they finished, they pulled out of her, leaving her panting and satisfied.
They all gathered around her, admiring the handprints on her ass. Hades grinned, pulling out his phone.
"Let's take a picture," he said, his voice dripping with mischief.
She laughed, posing for the picture as cum dripped out of her pussy, asshole, and mouth. They all left, leaving her alone in the throne room, already anticipating their next visit.
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