Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 217 Maya, I'm hungry
With immense willpower, Zeus temporarily quelled the passion of his beloved Demeter.

He asked softly, "My love, do you like this gift?"

Demeter nodded repeatedly, yet she continued to wriggle persistently in Zeus's arms.

She really didn't want to wait any longer.

All her divinity was frantically urging her to receive the God King's favor.

Agriculture is, by its very nature, primarily dependent on the sky.

Clouds and rain were the most crucial elements for her survival.

How could the Mother Earth not be obsessed with the Lord of the Sky? She simply couldn't!

Hestia smiled knowingly as she looked at Demeter's charming and infatuated appearance.

Who could dislike the lovely and delicate Demeter?

She quickly changed the subject, asking softly, "Zeus, my love, Father, and Iapetus, how could their authority be..."

Zeus smiled and said, "I went to the underworld, intending to release them, but the Father Gods have not yet repented, so I took away their authority."

"At present, they still need to learn some more lessons."

"Only when they fully realize their mistakes and completely change their minds will they have a future."

Hestia nodded slightly; she understood what Zeus meant.

"But if that's the case, what about the Mother Goddess of All Things?"

Zeus smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I have my own plan."

Hestia nodded gently. She had absolute faith in Zeus and would always stand by his side.

Demeter, on the other hand, truly didn't care about Cronus and the others; she only cared about Zeus now.

Seeing that Demeter was about to tear Zeus's belt, Hestia quickly grabbed her good sister, who was almost unable to control herself.

It took considerable effort to pull her away from Zeus's embrace.

She then said gently to Zeus, "Zeus, you should go and visit Hera. Hera is truly sad."

"She is the most benevolent and gentle God among us, and also the most steadfast and resolute God."

"But she is also the most fragile and delicate of us gods; she cannot leave you."

"You should care about her more and treat her more gently."

Zeus nodded heavily and said earnestly, "My dear Hestia, I understand."

“Hera is my beloved, and I never hide that. I don’t want her to be unhappy in the slightest, and I will go and comfort her.”

When Demeter heard them talking about Hera, even though she was deeply infatuated and couldn't help herself, she still secretly curled the corners of her beautiful lips.

As for Hestia, she wouldn't mind sharing Zeus.

Because she knew that Hestia held a similar position to her in Zeus's heart.

But Hera is different!
She could see clearly, and was absolutely certain, that Zeus's favorite was Hera!
If Hera were willing, Zeus could declare her his first wife without hesitation the moment she spoke!

Metis and Themis, they all have to obediently go to the back of the list.

Including myself, there isn't a single person who can fight.

While Demeter wasn't exactly jealous, she couldn't help feeling envious and couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Yes, I am very jealous.

However, it wasn't enough to affect the relationship between the sisters.

During the dark years when the divinity of Cronus had corrupted them, the gods huddled together for warmth and persevered through hardship.

Having gone through the war to overthrow Cronus and fought side by side, the bond between the sisters remains unquestionable.

Also, there are just too many external enemies!
One should always be closer to one's own God; let's deal with the external threats first!

How can we let our loved ones suffer while our enemies rejoice?

Hestia nodded slightly; she understood everything that Demeter understood.

However, she is very open-minded, believing that the happiness of her family is the most important thing, and nothing else matters.

She then pulled Demeter away temporarily.

If she doesn't leave soon, her dear sister really wouldn't mind putting on a grand harvest show right in front of her.

After his two beloved goddesses left, Zeus stood alone, thinking of his beloved Hera, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

It seems that without some measures, this problem really can't be solved.

Hera could not accept sharing her beloved with other goddesses.

He had to give her a reason, a reason that could comfort her and that she could barely accept. Just then, Amatea was peeking furtively into the temple from the entrance.

She had no idea that the pair of dazzling horns on her head had already completely exposed her.

Zeus was both amused and exasperated by the sight. He teleported silently to the front of this adorable goddess.

He grabbed one of her long horns, which emitted a strange light, and pulled her directly into his arms.

He snorted, "Maya, what are you doing? I can tell at a glance that you're up to no good. Are you trying to make a fool of me?"

Amartea shook her head in dissatisfaction, trying to shake off Zeus's hand.

She pretended not to hear Zeus's question, only complaining angrily: "Zeus! Let go of my horns! Be careful you don't break them off again!"

Zeus grunted twice, not only not letting go, but deliberately holding her long horns and shaking her dazed little head back and forth.

Enraged, Amathia cried out and used all her strength to fight Zeus for control of her horns.

However, even though she possessed immense strength, she still appeared delicate and powerless when she clashed with Zeus.

This adorable fairy didn't seem to mind making such a fuss in Zeus's arms at all.

She was completely unconcerned about how much the God-King had taken advantage of her overly fiery divine body amidst this intimate squeezing and struggle.

Although she lacked any complex schemes, she knew clearly, through the purest of emotions, that she could only be Zeus's goddess, and only a goddess in Zeus's arms.

And she only wanted to display this spoiled and willful side of herself in Zeus's arms.

She would only play and frolick in Zeus's arms.

This great goddess, who is in charge of "nourishment," "healing," and "purification," actually possesses an even more primal and fundamental authority—"breastfeeding."

However, during that solemn and awe-inspiring ceremony of the gods, Zeus was ultimately too embarrassed to reveal the matter aloud in front of all the gods.

Although she has a pure and delicate appearance, her figure is actually absolutely worthy of the sacred right of "breastfeeding".

Even though she still possesses virginity, her plumpness and fullness, which originate from the essence of the law, are innate and cannot be hidden!

They frolicked and played easily in Zeus's arms. In this magnificent and empty temple with only two gods, an ambiguous atmosphere, like a warm tide, quietly spread.

At some point, Zeus's massive hands released the pair of beautiful, splendid horns from the head of the adorable goddess.

The boundless energy of this god-king, whose blood had already been stirred by the passion of Demeter, was now burning even hotter.

His large hand, like an iron hoop, tightly embraced the incredibly supple waist of the goddess in his arms, pulling her completely into his embrace.

The other one was already behind her, seemingly doing something.

The charming goddess was already pressed tightly against the chest of her beloved Zeus.

That magnificent source of life, on the chest of the God-King, was compressed into a breathtaking shape that defies description.

The God-King was clearly experiencing this boundless beauty.

Amartea gently tilted her little head back, and at some point, she had given up her futile struggle.

She nestled meekly in Zeus's arms.

Her pure golden eyes, like the melting sun, were gazing intently into Zeus's eyes.

Those beautiful, large eyes already held a captivating affection, as gentle as spring water.

"Zeus~~~"

A soft, sweet voice, unlike anything ever heard before, trembled as it slipped from the delicate, rosy lips of the goddess whom the god-king deeply loved and doted on.

Amartea had no idea how her voice had become like this.

She didn't even know why she felt all her strength draining away rapidly.

All she knew was that Zeus's embrace was so warm, so very warm.

She was reluctant to leave.

Looking at the silly fairy in front of him, the God King felt a raging fire, enough to burn the entire universe, rushing wildly from his chest to his limbs and bones!

Zeus's strong and powerful arms held the lovely goddess, whom he cherished dearly, tightly.

He slowly lowered his head and gently took Amartea's luscious, bright red earlobe into his lips.

He breathed hot air into it, his voice slightly hoarse, and murmured, "Maya, I'm hungry."

"Then...then I'll...feed you?"

This goddess, who had absolutely no idea how to flirt, uttered the most infuriating words.

She simply followed her instincts, just as she had done in the cave on the island of Crete, submitting to Zeus without reservation and caring for him.

The only difference now is that the feeding method has moved from the ram's horns to a different location.
Outside the temple, Clymene, who was preparing to enter to find Zeus, had just stepped into the temple when the sight that came into view made her eyes widen immediately.

(End of this chapter)