The Queen of Shadows
She knew exactly how to push him to the brink and pull him back, a divine dance of pleasure that only a goddess could perform.
Her movements grew faster, her hand a blur as she stroked and sucked him, her other hand playing with her own clit, her moans muffled by his flesh. The sound of her wet, eager mouth was like a siren's call, driving him closer to the edge of madness. But just as the sensation of their bodies against each other built to a fevered pitch, the door to her chamber slammed open with a force that shattered the moment.
Persephone’s head snapped toward the entrance, her eyes flashing with annoyance and sudden anger. There, standing in the doorway, was none other than Demeter.
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