The Immortal Heart

A/N: This chapter contains a M/M/F sex threesome. Just thought I'd mention that, in case some of you find that not to be your cuppa tea.


Chapter 30

Demeter dined with her siblings and participated in conversation when others initiated it, but she was not in the mood to partake in social activities of any kind, and instead of seeking solace in the company of her family, the goddess withdrew into the forest to study and gather plants she hoped could be used to treat wounds or illness. Surrounded only by wildlife and vegetation – forms of life that neither questioned nor judged – she felt she could take her mind off her troubles, if only for the time being.

When Demeter returned to the Olympians’ new home, carrying a bag full of useful herbs, night was already upon them, and the woods were not safe after nightfall. Her siblings seemed to have retreated into their bedchambers, and as quietly as possible, Demeter opened the door to the room she shared with her brother, in case he was already asleep. In fact, she was hoping he would be, as Hades would doubtlessly ask questions of her whereabouts should he be wakeful.

“Demeter?” a voice called out to her in a whisper. Though in quiet tones, the person calling her name frightened her all the same, as she did not expect to have company in the hallway.

“Zeus,” she said with relief. “You startled me.”

“Shh,” he continued to whisper, gesturing her to come with him. Demeter closed the door to the bedroom without so much as a glance inside.

“What is the matter, brother?” she asked as she followed Zeus down the hall, away from their sleeping siblings.

“I wish to ask you of your recovery,” he replied as their eyes adjusted to the darkness. Slowly but surely, Demeter could see a smile on her brother’s face.

“How do you fare after our mother’s healing?”

“Oh, very well, thank you,” she said, though her voice read of rehearsal, as though she had been saying those same words to everyone without a moment’s hesitation.

“And your leg?” Zeus inquired. “Rhea mentioned you had a broken bone.”

“It was a little stiff, but it is improving over time,” the goddess said, glancing back down the hallway. “I should rest, or else Hades will have my head for not obeying his wishes…”

“And your burns?” Zeus asked in the dark, his voice still quiet but strong enough to make her wince.

“Only a scar,” she replied, wringing her hands. Even mentioning the marks left by the fire made her chest tighten. “A… very large scar. I have a feeling I will have it for the rest of my life.”

“Do not be so sad, Demeter,” Zeus said, his low voice no longer a whisper. “It is only a scar, nothing else.” He stepped forward and placed a hand against her cheek. “It is proof that you have survived an attack from our enemies. You should be proud of it.”

Demeter sighed; it was obvious that Zeus was trying to boost her self-esteem, but unfortunately he had very little understanding of her feelings.

“I am no warrior like you, brother,” she said with a weary smile. “I would prefer my body to be free of battle scars.”

“Your scars do not impact on your ability to function,” Zeus reminded his sister. “Nor do they in any way diminish your beauty…” He cupped Demeter’s neck and gently tugged the rigid goddess into an embrace, caressing her back and stroking her hair, just as he did when comforting Hades.

“I don’t want to look at myself now…” Demeter whispered, her voice stifled against Zeus’ chest. Already tears were burning against her eyelids, despite her earlier promise to herself not to shed any more tears over her situation. The goddess felt it made her seem ungrateful, and that was the last thing she wanted to be, when she had so narrowly escaped death.

Zeus felt the tear drops fall against him, and turning his sister’s face up toward himself, he kissed her now damp cheeks, one after the other. “May I see you?” he asked.

Demeter, of course, knew immediately what her brother was indicating, and a shiver passed through her. “Why would you want to?” she asked in a strangled voice.

“Trust me, I do,” the Olympian leader assured, and he took a step back, lighting a nearby oil lamp, and waiting for his sister to lift her gown and allow him to look at the place that now caused her such shame.

Demeter hesitated. In her fear as she grasped at the hems of her skirt she felt like a small child, helpless and alone.

“It is alright, sister,” Zeus said when he noticed her apprehension. “Please, let me see.”

The patience in her brother’s voice finally convinced Demeter to obey his wishes. Taking fistfuls of cloth, she lifted her gown, though her eyes were closed as she revealed herself to her leader. Based on his sister’s trepidation alone, Zeus was prepared to see something much more hideous, but he was pleasantly surprised. Demeter’s smooth skin was interrupted here and there by warped, puckered areas of replaced, grown flesh. Compared to how it had looked when she was burned, her recovery looked astounding.

“Not very pretty, are they?” Demeter asked, her expression glum. Zeus tilted his head as though he had not heard his sister correctly. Truly her mind had been just as wounded as her flesh.

Approaching her, he closed his arms around her thin frame, squeezing gently. “All I saw was a beautiful goddess.”

“Please,” she begged, “do not try to improve my mood with lies.”

“I am telling the truth.” Zeus insisted. “In fact all of this viewing beneath your gown has gotten me into quite the mood. And none of the nymphs are here to indulge my needs, so…”

“You cannot possibly be serious,” Demeter argued, trying to pull away from her brother. But his arms were much stronger than hers and he held her in place.

“Why not?” Zeus asked. “Your wounds are not unsightly to me whatsoever. Why would I be against making love to you?”

As Zeus continued to attempt reasoning with her, Demeter remembered what Hades had said just the other day. Their youngest brother would make love to the knothole of a tree if he thought it deserved his attention. Shaking her head, she looked up at Zeus.

“Do you truly still desire me?” she asked. “Is this really out of love and not pity?”

“You are the same as you were when I last took you to bed,” Zeus replied with a lustful smile.

She badly wanted to believe his words, but her fragile ego did not quite allow it. “Why me, Zeus? Why not any of our siblings? Why not your beloved Hades? He would be happy to sate your pleasure, I know it.”

“Because tonight, my desire calls for you,” the god replied, and to prove his point, he moved one hand to squeeze his sister’s breast through her gown. Demeter gasped at the contact. It had been a long time since anyone had touched that particular area of her; Hades meticulously avoided doing it when they embraced in bed, possibly to avoid causing her offense, and Demeter had not been intimate with anyone since the incident which scarred her.

“Do you believe me now, sister…?” Zeus purred in her ear, and though she was mostly already convinced, Demeter let her hand feel for the part of her brother’s anatomy which could not be made hard through lies. She felt it clearly through his robes, stiff and pulsating against her fingers, and finally she could allow herself to surrender to him fully. A sexual stirring of her own occurred in her nether regions, and Demeter found herself looking forward to the experience soon to be shared by them.

“Where should we go?” she asked, speaking in a hushed voice. “We have no room of our own, and…”

“Let’s go to your bed, sister,” Zeus replied with a sly grin, and before Demeter could object to point out that Hades had already turned in for the night, he swept her into his arms in one fluid motion and headed for the room shared by his brother and sister.

His hands full, Zeus had to shove the door open with his knee. The noise woke Hades, and he sat up quite quickly, eyes wide and bedclothes gathered around him.

“My goodness,” he exclaimed, fighting not to raise his voice above a whisper. “What is going on?”

“I am improvising a night of lovemaking,” Zeus said in good humor, arriving at the bed and putting Demeter down next to his brother. “Demeter needs to be proven of her desirable beauty, and I find myself in need of release. Thus, we are beneficial to one another.”

Hades’ eyes widened further when he realized the predicament. After what he had told Zeus, the leading Olympian still brought his efforts to improve Demeter’s mood to the eldest god’s attention.

“You are welcome to join us if you wish,” Zeus said with a wink. He recognized Hades’ look of annoyance and deliberately ignored it.

“Actually,” Hades remarked, rising from the bed. “My inclusion would overcrowd the bed, and I would only get in the way, so…”

He went no further in motion or words. Demeter’s hand had grabbed him by the wrist and as he looked back at her, her eyes were pleading.

“Oh please stay, brother…?” she nearly begged. “If you are here…” And this was when her voice lowered as Zeus preoccupied himself with setting down the lamp where it could not be knocked over. “I would not be afraid. I know you would help me forget my scars. Please?”

Holding back a sigh of defeat, Hades glanced at Zeus, who returned to the bed with a smile on his face.

“As long as no more join our party,” Hades said, trying to sound in high spirits. “I fear the bed would not take any more.”

“Oh, I’m sure that our mother’s servants would not hesitate to join in if they were here,” Zeus said with a quiet chuckle while removing his clothes. “There is no environment ghastly enough to discourage them from lovemaking.” He joined his brother and sister in bed fully nude, with his sizable arousal proudly pointing upward.

Hades leaned in for a kiss and took the opportunity to stimulate the younger god’s erection with one hand, savoring the feel and weight of it. However, Hades quickly remembered that he was not to be the focus of tonight’s escapades; his sister was. Demeter quietly observed the interaction between the two male Olympians, and while it was arousing in itself, she was unsure of whether to interrupt them, as they seemed to enjoy each other’s presence so fully without her included.

Hades was who finally broke free from Zeus and turned to face her, now sporting an impressive erection of his own. It occurred to the goddess that she had not seen her older brother aroused since that day at the spring, when they briefly explored each other’s bodies.

“Sister, you are still dressed,” Hades said, and he tentatively grasped the hem of her gown and began to pull it up. Zeus’ hands soon joined those of his brother, and Demeter resisted the urge to jerk the fabric back from them when her scarred thigh and hip came into view.

“Do not be afraid…” Hades whispered, empathetic to her emotions. “You are beautiful.” Still just as careful, he started to caress her scars and gradually worked his way toward her inner thighs. Zeus, meanwhile, pulled Demeter’s gown over her head and carelessly threw it into a corner of the bed.

“Hades… I would love to feel your mouth on me,” he said.

Hades would have immediately done as suggested, had Demeter not been right beside him. He wanted so badly to make her feel included. Then, an idea made itself known in his head.

“Aha, but you encouraged me to grow back my beard, brother,” he replied. To illustrate his answer, he nuzzled his face, shaggier every day, against his youngest sibling’s groin, just below the navel.

Zeus trembled beneath Hades’ face, ticklish, and he chuckled, surrendering to the sensation. A large hand landed on the back of Hades’ head, tugging good-naturedly at his hair.

“I had forgotten how that felt. Very well, Demeter will take your place. Sister, if you would…?”

“I will preoccupy you elsewhere,” the eldest god offered, taking Demeter’s hand in his own as a gesture of affection. Though tentative, Demeter acquiesced and gently interacted with the erect limb between Zeus’ legs, taking her lips to it and teasing as though she were a butterfly flirting with a blossom.

Zeus moaned when his sister’s lips finally closed around his phallus, and when his mouth opened in that moan, Hades kissed him. A tongue entered his own mouth, instinct learned from the many times they had made love together. Zeus’s hands became very preoccupied, one pressed against Hades’ neck as they kissed, the other cupping Demeter’s head, encouraging her to continue her attention to his throbbing organ.

One of Hades’ fingers blindly found a nipple on his brother’s chest, hardening it with his touch as he played with it. Zeus broke contact from their kiss to gasp out two words before returning. “Squeeze it.”

Obeying the command, Hades felt the moan that escaped from Zeus’ mouth and entered his own. Hips heaved and Demeter was thankful she did not gag.

Zeus had nearly forgotten how wonderful it could be to enjoy two lovers at the same time, and his only regret was not having introduced Hades to such sooner. His older brother seemed eager enough, although Zeus could not be sure if he was excited about the sexual experience itself or simply wanted to prove a point to his sister.

Demeter occupied herself by giving her younger brother pleasure by mouth for several more minutes; Zeus’ moans and twitches signaled that she was definitely doing something right, but she also couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted to finish in her mouth. Sometimes it was all he craved, but mostly Zeus would enter his lovers and find release by making love to them.

Demeter’s recent insecurities started creeping back on her, and she wondered if Zeus wanted to release in her mouth simply because he did not wish to part her scarred thighs and lie between them.

Though she did not consciously stop or slow down, Zeus could detect a certain degree of hesitation in his sister’s performance all of a sudden, and he tugged gently on her hair to make her stop.

“Is something the matter?” Zeus inquired, regarding the goddess’ flushed visage. Hades, though still in his arms, had ceased his ministrations as well and turned to face Demeter.

“No, nothing, I…” She immediately realized what a terrible liar she was and gave a sigh instead. “Do you wish to finish in my mouth, brother?” she asked.

Zeus cocked an eyebrow. “What gave you that idea?”

“Sometimes you do this if the mood suits you,” she answered, not wishing to sound accusatory. “And sometimes you finish within me. Never mind, I’m being foolish…” She tried to stop her rambling by turning her attention back to Zeus’ organ, but a hand landed on her shoulder. Hades looked down at her with concern.

“Do you want me to finish within you?” Zeus asked, sitting up. His member drooped slightly but for the most part remained erect and thick. “Because I will.”

His fingertips traced along the edge of his sister’s jaw, a tender gesture. “I intend to love both of you, completely and without limit,” he stated, face inches away from that of his sister, eyes intense.

So intense, in fact, that Demeter felt herself blushing and she looked down timidly. The hand touching her jaw guided her face upwards for a passionate kiss. Hades watched without the prick of jealousy in his heart, feeling that perhaps he had not been a complete scoundrel for revealing Demeter’s fears to their youngest brother. She needed this proof of carnal, physical desire. She had survived a horrible calamity and she needed go on living as she always had.

“Perhaps we should trade places,” Hades mused aloud as his siblings broke their kiss. “You with Zeus where I am now, and I down here,” he waved at the stubbornly erect phallus.

“No, I am alright,” Demeter said. “My doubt still takes hold from time to time.”

“Healing can be a steady path,” Zeus said, his hand flattening against the junction of Demeter’s neck and shoulder, descending until it covered a naked breast. Fingers wrapped themselves around the curve of the soft flesh, and Demeter closed her eyes, savoring the touch. She had been straddling her leader’s thigh for the length of the conversation, and Zeus felt the very moment that she became wet against his leg.

“Your juices are flowing, sister…” he pointed out and continued to massage her breast as he moved his other hand down between her legs. “Can you feel it?”

Demeter gasped and arched her back when one of her brother’s thick fingers entered between her inner lips and delved into her body. The hot, throbbing sensation in her nether regions intensified, and her passage clenched around the probing digit, as if hungry for something bigger.

Hades was pleased to watch his sister being pleasured by their leader, but he was unsure of whether to join in, and if so, how. He knew virtually nothing about pleasuring a woman and feared that his contribution would only serve as a distraction to them both. Still, his siblings had asked him to participate, and Hades tentatively raised his hand to brush back Demeter’s hair so he could caress her back; something he often did for her with no sexual intentions whatsoever behind it.

Demeter’s registered her older brother’s touch, and the nature of it suggested that Hades was still hesitant about touching her as a lover. Zeus noticed the very same thing and interrupted his ministrations to address his brother.

“Go on, Hades, feel her,” he urged, grasping the older god’s hand only to place it on their sister’s right breast. “Do not be afraid. She is very responsive to our touch.”

Zeus replaced his own hand on the goddess’ other breast, and Demeter looked down at the two very different hands now kneading her flesh. Zeus’ fingers could easily cover her entirely and made a sharp contrast against the pale, slender limb of their older brother, his hand only marginally bigger than her own.

Feeling slightly bolder, Hades pressed himself flush against his sister’s back and rubbed his erect member against her backside, though without attempting to penetrate. Instead he nuzzled her neck and inhaled the earthy scent of her sweat-damp skin, surmising that he actually found it rather agreeable.

Don’t think of it, he told himself in his head as he rubbed up against her. Do not think of this as your best friend and sister. Think of the pleasure and nothing else.

Demeter could feel the way her eldest brother relaxed against her, and she smiled, because it made her relax as well. She felt the tickle of his beard, still very short, and giggled at first, but within seconds her laughter fell away to soft sighs as Hades kissed her gently against the back of her neck.

Leaning forward, Demeter received a kiss on her lips from Zeus, and as their kiss deepened and became more passionate, he removed his fingers from within her and replaced them with his phallus. He felt her breath hitch against his face, but otherwise did not respond, and both of his hands came to rest on her hips as she moved against the penetration.

Hades was completely at ease where he was. The sensation of his hard organ rubbing against Demeter as he moved up and down the length of her back aroused him to no end, and as he stroked his front against her, penetration was not required. He would not climax from this motion, but it was enough to keep him hard until he took his turn with Zeus.

He stopped when Demeter’s pace increased as she rode out the penetrating organ, and instead turned his attention to Zeus. No longer kissing their sister, Zeus’ lips were free to be touched by Hades’ own, and they locked lips with one another until Demeter cried out her climax several minutes later.

She shuddered against her younger brother, and drained by the intensity of her pleasure, she sagged against his powerful body, held in place only by the arm wrapped around her. Two hands, too small and timid to be Zeus’, caressed her back and sides as Zeus resumed thrusting after a brief pause, his own release still to be drawn from him.

Demeter’s sensitive insides were already a little raw from the forceful lovemaking her younger brother had subjected her to, but she had not experienced a climax this powerful in years and knew that even though she would be sore in the morning, she would cherish the memory of this night.

Zeus’ arms tightened around the goddess when the pressure inside him reached a critical point, and he came hard, filling his sister’s snug passage with the evidence of his release. Hades disengaged from the pair shortly before Zeus collapsed onto the bed, taking Demeter with him, and he considered it fortunate that his brother had not landed atop the goddess.

“Sister…” Zeus said, panting, and pulled out of Demeter with a wet sound. His phallus was still half-hard and covered in his sister’s fluids mixed with his own seed. “I thoroughly enjoyed that.”

“So did I, brother,” Demeter replied almost shyly, as if her insecurities had once again resurfaced. She rested her head against Zeus’ heaving chest and considered letting herself fall asleep when she remembered Hades. Her older brother had not been granted any release and sat only an arm’s length away, watching them as though trying to predict their next move.

“Pay attention to your mate now, Zeus,” she said, patting the younger god’s abdomen. “I am too weary for anything else…”

“Ohh, my dear brother,” Zeus said with a smile, arm out to bring Hades toward him. “Are you feeling left out?”

“Just awaiting my turn,” Hades replied. “And enjoying the sight while I wait.” A small smile marked his features, and it grew wider as he watched Demeter dismount from Zeus and roll off of him. She was playful in her movements, as though the blissful pleasure granted her had made her much younger, erasing memories of her scars.

“You almost seem like a nymph, sister,” Hades said with a chuckle as she cuddled up against him.

“I almost feel like one,” she replied, and she crawled over to Zeus, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered. She then sat back and kissed Hades’ cheek. “Thank both of you. Now…” and she nudged Hades’ thin shoulder, guiding him toward their youngest sibling. “I have become curious as to how the two of you would look making love.”

Hades blushed at the prompt by his sister and Zeus laughed as he saw the color in the other god’s face, visible even in the dim lamplight. Bringing Hades’ face close enough for a kiss, Zeus whispered into his brother’s ear, his deep voice still carrying over to Demeter.

“I am not yet tired from our playing, brother,” he said slyly. “And she is right. You have yet to climax, and she has never watched the two of us before.”

The blush bringing an uncomfortable heat to his cheeks, Hades squirmed under his brother’s touch bashfully. “Do you wish me to become too shy to perform?” he asked, though he cuddled up against Zeus’ big warm body.

“You will not remain shy for long,” the younger god promised, fingertips finding the snug space between the halves of Hades’ backside. “Not in my hands.”

Hades twitched when one of Zeus’ digits penetrated him without any oil to ease the way, and he hoped that his brother would not forget to use such after his romp with Demeter. His fears were subdued when Zeus guided him to lie on his back, pushing his legs up and apart, taking a moment to simply admire the view before leaving the bed to bring what was necessary to assure a smooth union between himself and the elder god.

Hades’ eyes were so fixed on his brother that he did not notice Demeter’s hand grasping his member before her fingers closed around him. The goddess smiled down at the almost comical look of surprise on her brother’s face and gave his half-erect phallus a few gentle tugs.

“Just to entertain you until Zeus returns,” she said with a chuckle, please to note Hades’ positive response to her stimulus. Had Zeus not been present, she also would have asked if he wanted his rear entrance fondled, but something told her that their youngest brother would consider such unseemly.

“Starting without me, I see?” Zeus remarked upon returning to the bed with a vial of lamp oil. His tone was good-humored, but Demeter could also detect a hint of annoyance in his disposition. Figuring that perhaps she should be content just to watch, the goddess moved away from her older brother to give Zeus the space he needed to descend upon Hades and take him.

Though thoroughly worn out by the coupling between her and Zeus, Demeter stayed awake, observing the interaction between her brothers. She would not miss this display for anything, and if she was lucky, perhaps she could sneak in a little pleasure for herself as she watched.

One oiled finger slipped into Hades’ rump easily, joined quickly by a second, and Zeus turned his wrist, rewarded with the noise he had predicted. Curious, Demeter sat upright and watched the way her youngest brother’s hand manipulated the sensitive nerves just under the skin of Hades’ snug channel. A keening sound escaped through Hades’ nose as he writhed on his back, and it became a little louder every time he exhaled until the fingers left him. Zeus leaned forward to give Hades a quick peck on the cheek as though he were bidding the other god goodbye, and he entered without effort.

The ease at which Zeus entered his brother amazed Demeter, knowing such a snug space could not simply be entered. Hades would have had to practice countless times to take in a phallus in such a way, especially one their brother’s size, with or without oil. Now in such a relaxed state as he was, the trust between the two gods was undeniable.

Demeter then watched their faces. Both Zeus and Hades were handsome gods, there was no question, and the goddess had a burning curiosity as to how their pleasant faces would look in the throes of passion. The very moment Hades closed his eyes, brow knit for a mere second in response to Zeus’ movement within him, Demeter felt a tingling.

Now that Hades was again growing out his beard, it became blatantly obvious how similar his features were to Zeus’. The older god’s visage was softer and more effeminate than his brother’s, but the resemblance was sometimes uncanny, especially when they were both smiling, as they presently were.

From the neck downward, however, all similarities promptly ended. Hades’ frail physique was nothing like Zeus’, who could cover his sibling’s entire form with his own when making love to him. Demeter found the contrast to be arousing and wondered if Hades received the same kind of pleasure from this act as she did, even though they did not share the same parts. The thought of something that large entering her backside was more than just a little daunting, but after watching her brother’s undeniable ecstasy, the goddess found herself wondering what it would be like.

Zeus supported most of his weight on his own arms as he pumped steadily in and out of Hades, pleased to witness the look of abandon on the other’s face. His brother had been hesitant about making love before an audience, but as it appeared, Hades had forgotten all about their sister watching. Zeus briefly glanced in Demeter’s direction and saw that she was vigorously fondling herself while watching them, and the Olympian leader could only scoff. If his sister wanted a show, he would give her one.

Swiftly pulling out of Hades, Zeus flipped his brother onto his stomach before Hades could even voice an objection, and then re-entered him just as quickly, pulling the dazed elder god onto his lap while Hades remained impaled on his phallus.

The wide-eyed expression on Hades seemed comical, particularly so when it mixed with the arousal of being thrust into all over again. But Demeter did not laugh. She did not even smile, though the sight was vastly amusing. She was too far gone in her pleasure to do much else other than fondle herself as she watched her brothers’ progress.

Zeus and Hades locked arms around each other, one reaching forward while the other reached behind. Though fingernails dug into Zeus’ hips, he was not perturbed. Instead he was driven to greater passion, a wild beast brought into a mating frenzy. He would have bitten Hades’ neck had he known it would not break his brother’s concentration and pleasure. Instead he massaged Hades’ breast, rubbing over each nipple and bringing it hard in seconds.

“Ohhh…” Hades moaned, and he struggled to get his feet under him so that he could move up and down with Zeus’ thrusts. After several minutes of this and realizing it was impractical, the gods altered their position. Though immensely strong and fervent in his passion, Zeus was careful in moving his brother forward, and Demeter noticed it immediately. Her chest heaved as Hades continued to undulate his hips in time with the plunging of Zeus’ engorged organ, crouched down on hands and knees as the younger of the two thrust into him from behind. His larger size made him seem like a beast in comparison to Hades.

After the powerful climax he experienced with Demeter, even Zeus himself was surprised at how long he had lasted with Hades. However, what surprised him even more was how long his brother seemed to last, as Hades limited stamina usually made him spill his seed a great deal quicker than Zeus.

Demeter’s arousal did not fade, but after watching the two male Olympians’ coupling for the better part of an hour, she began to fear for her elder brother. Hades, though experienced in receiving penetration, would doubtlessly be sore in the morning, perhaps to the point of finding walking or even sitting painful.

Hades seemed to have come to the same conclusion as his sister and reached in between his legs to manually aid his own body. Unfortunately Zeus’ thrusts were powerful enough to throw him forward, and with only one hand to support his weight, Hades lost balance, collapsing halfway onto his stomach.

Now Demeter could not help the giggle which escaped her in response to the spectacle caused by her brothers, and she momentarily forgot her own arousal. “Put him on his back, Zeus,” she gently suggested before the younger god could resume his thrusting. “His strength is fading. Make it easy for him.”

Though this meant he had to pull out of Hades yet again, the leader complied, rolling the mostly loose-limbed elder god onto his back before leaning over him and penetrating his stretched channel with nearly ridiculous ease.

On his back, Hades could stimulate himself without the worry of losing the strength in his limbs and falling down with Zeus following close behind. He could allow his body to relax completely, and he closed his eyes so that he would have to strain his senses, to hear every breath of his brother, feel the way he moved on the bed, naked skin against naked skin. Every piece of contact between them lit a fire beneath the surface of Hades’ flesh and he gasped in those moments of touch.

Demeter touched herself deeper as she watched her eldest brother’s face, seeing the blissful serenity dancing with excited expectation, and her own breathing increased as his did. One of her fingers entered between crevasses of near-painfully susceptible skin, and she shut her eyes as the heat washed over her.

She heard Hades’ breathy moans grow louder until he cried out; a weakened, surrendering sound. This was all she needed to know that he had peaked, and she found herself joining him.

Hades had tensed as he reached climax, and the squeezing of his inner walls encouraged Zeus’s own pleasure, and he increased his speed. Still feeling the shivers of the release, Hades groaned as his brother plunged into him with abandon. His eyes were still shut, and so Demeter’s face nuzzling against his cheek surprised him. He turned his head and nuzzled back for a second before returning his attention to Zeus, reaching upward and caressing the strong chest. With his speed and his brother’s strokes, the youngest Olympian peaked as well. Zeus grunted and strained his muscles as he released his seed for a second time that night before all of his strength left him and he collapsed onto the bed. Demeter, anticipating his fall, rolled out of the way just in time.

Zeus was encouraged to open his eyes by the fingers trailing softly over his features and saw that Hades was touching him. The older god, propped up on one elbow, lay only inches away from Zeus, and he responded by wrapping an arm around Hades’ slender form, which urged him to rest against Zeus’ chest.

Demeter did not wish to be left out and assumed her spot on their leader’s other side, opposite of Hades. The two elder Olympians smiled at each other across the expanse of Zeus’ ribcage and when their hands connected on their younger brother’s sweat-damp skin, they immediately interlaced their fingers.

Zeus chuckled at the display of friendship and caressed the hair of both his lovers, pleased to have shared this eventful night with them. Finding release twice within such a short amount of time had exhausted even the Olympian leader, and he was looking forward to a long night of sleep. However, the bed they were currently in was not constructed to hold three gods, especially not when one of them was Zeus. He resented the idea of leaving Hades and Demeter only to curl up next to Poseidon in his own room, but if he stayed, none of them would be able to rest comfortably.

“My dear sister and brother,” Zeus began as he carefully freed himself from the grasp of his two sleepy siblings. “Regretfully I must take my leave. Your bed is not spacious enough for the three of us.”

“Pity,” Demeter mused aloud. “You make an excellent bed, dear brother.”

Zeus playfully tussled his sister’s hair over her face and gave both of them a sweet farewell kiss, Demeter’s on her cheek, Hades’ on his lips.

As their brother departed, the two Olympians proceeded to snuggle against one another, the absence of their leader’s body leaching away the heat on the bed. They remained close to one another to the point that they successfully shared warmth, but not to the point of causing an uncomfortable slumber.

Not a word was spoken, not even a goodnight. Hades and Demeter were in such a state of peace that they easily slid into the world of sleep within seconds.

Zeus was about to throw himself into bed without so much as looking had it not been for the presence of Poseidon. In fact, his elder brother had taken advantage of his leader’s lack of presence by spreading his entire body across the width of the bed. Folding his arms, naked in the chilled night air, Zeus frowned at the sight before him as though silently demanding an explanation. All he got in response was a snore.

Zeus was not necessarily angry, far from it. After two releases, how could he be? But he was thoroughly exhausted, and if he did not lie down soon he would topple over unconscious. Standing beside the bed, he kicked it hard enough to jolt Poseidon awake.

“Wha—?!” the sleepy god half-shouted, sitting up and wondering where the attack was coming from. But he soon realized he was alone in the room with his youngest brother, who was frowning down at him.

“I require some space if I am to sleep,” Zeus declared.

“Oh, of course!” Poseidon replied, his brain still half asleep and registering only that Zeus wanted to share the bed with him. He immediately shuffled to the far side, allowing his brother more than enough room.

“Very good,” the younger god simply said, and he took the space as his own.

“I apologize, Zeus,” Poseidon said, his voice still muffled from sleep. “I should have known you would…”

“Good night,” Zeus responded, and without another word, was instantly asleep.

Poseidon blinked, his brain still trying to decipher what had just happened. In the end, he simply supposed that Zeus was not angry with him and wanted to sleep. This was all well and good for him, because now the older god was wide awake. Shaking his head, he sighed and lay back down, shutting his eyes and attempting to forget the confusion.

*

Though Hestia was long since asleep beside her, Hera was not. She could plainly hear the sounds of lovemaking from one of the nearby bedrooms, and though she could not tell whose it was by the location of the sounds alone, she recognized the voices crying out in pleasure and excitement.

Demeter and Hades. Zeus was busy lusting himself with both at the same time, and yet he had not made any advances toward her in weeks. Hera tried to block out the offending noises by focusing her thoughts on a more pleasant subject, but their new home was insufficiently soundproof, and as the voices behind the wall cried out in abandon, Hera’s fury grew. She considered leaving the house altogether to try finding rest elsewhere, but her fear of what dwelled in the forests kept her from putting her plan into action.

Only after Zeus’s return to his own bedchamber did the noises die out, and the old house was again blissfully quiet. Bliss was the last thing on Hera’s mind when sleep finally claimed her, but at least she would be allowed a few hours of rest before dawn.


TBC...