Chapter 217: Maia, I’m Hungry
Zeus, with immense perseverance, temporarily halted his beloved Demeter’s fervor.
He asked softly, “My love, do you like this gift?”
Demeter nodded repeatedly, yet still persistently twisted in Zeus’s embrace.
She really couldn’t wait any longer.
All of her divinity was madly urging her to obtain the God King’s dew.
Agriculture is inherently dominated by the sky.
Cloud and rain are the most crucial elements for her survival.
How could the Mother of Earth not be infatuated with the Lord of the Sky? She truly couldn’t!
Hestia watched Demeter’s charming and infatuated demeanor and couldn’t help but smile knowingly.
Who wouldn’t like this lovely and delicate Demeter?
She timely changed the topic and asked softly, “Zeus, my love, Father God and Iapetus, their authority, how could it be…”
Zeus smiled and said, “I went to the Netherworld, originally intending to release them, but Father God and the others still lack remorse, so I took away their authority.”
“For now, they still need to receive more lessons.”
“Only when they fully recognize their wrongdoing and completely change their thoughts will they have a future.”
Hestia nodded gently; she understood Zeus’s meaning.
“However, if that’s the case, the Mother Goddess of All Things…”
Zeus smiled faintly, “Don’t worry, I have a plan.”
Hestia nodded gently; she absolutely trusted Zeus and would forever stand by his side.
As for Demeter, she truly didn’t care about Cronus and the others at all; right now, she only cared about Zeus.
Seeing that Demeter was about to tug at Zeus’s belt, Hestia hurriedly pulled away this good sister who was on the verge of losing restraint.
With considerable force, she yanked her out of Zeus’s embrace.
She then said warmly to Zeus, “Zeus, you should go visit Hera. Hera… she is truly very sad.”
“She is the most charitable and gentle goddess among us, and also the most resolute and steadfast.”
“But she is also the most vulnerable and delicate among us; she cannot leave you.”
“You… you should care for her more and treat her more tenderly.”
Zeus nodded emphatically and said seriously, “Dear Hestia, I understand.”
“Hera is my beloved; I never hide that. I absolutely don’t want her to have even the slightest unhappiness; I will go comfort her properly.”
Hearing them talk about Hera, even though Demeter was consumed by infatuation and unable to restrain her emotions, she still secretly pursed her beautiful lips.
Toward Hestia, she didn’t mind sharing Zeus.
Because she knew that Hestia’s status in Zeus’s heart was comparable to her own.
But Hera was different!
She could clearly see and was extremely certain that Zeus’s favorite was Hera!
If Hera wished, with just one word from her, Zeus would unhesitatingly declare her as his first wife!
Metis, Themis—all would have to obediently step back.
Including herself, none could compete.
Regarding this, though Demeter didn’t harbor hatred, envy was inevitable, and she couldn’t help feeling jealous to some degree.
Yes… very jealous indeed.
However, it wasn’t enough to affect the feelings between the sisters.
During those dark years when Cronus’s divinity eroded them, it was their own gods who huddled together for warmth, persevering bitterly.
They also went through the war to overthrow Cronus, fighting side by side; the bond between sisters was beyond doubt.
Moreover, there were simply too many external enemies!
Their own gods had to be closer; deal with those external threats first!
How could they let kin suffer while enemies rejoiced?
Hestia nodded gently; what Demeter understood, she naturally understood fully as well.
But she was even more open-minded: the family’s happiness was what mattered most; other things were unimportant.
Thereupon, she dragged Demeter away for the time being.
If they didn’t leave now, this dear sister truly wouldn’t mind putting on a grand harvest performance right in front of her.
After the two beloved goddesses left, Zeus stood alone in place, thinking of his beloved Hera, and couldn’t help but sigh helplessly.
It seemed that without using some tactics, the issue truly couldn’t be resolved.
Hera couldn’t accept sharing his love with other goddesses.
He had to give her a reason—one that could comfort her and one she could reluctantly accept.
Just then, Amalthea was peeking furtively into the divine palace from the entrance.
She had no idea that the pair of radiant horns on her head had already completely exposed her.
Seeing this, Zeus was utterly amused; he teleported silently and appeared before this adorably dim goddess.
His large hand gripped one of her horns emanating strange radiance and directly pulled her into his embrace.
He huffed, “Maia, what are you doing? I could tell at a glance—you’re up to no good, aren’t you trying to watch my spectacle?”
Amalthea discontentedly shook her head, trying to shake off Zeus’s hand.
She pretended not to hear Zeus’s question and just grumbled in dissatisfaction, “Zeus! Let go of my horn! Be careful or you’ll break it again!”
Zeus huffed twice, not only not releasing it but deliberately gripping her horn and shaking her dazed little head back and forth.
This infuriated Amalthea, who yelled loudly, exerting all her strength to wrestle control of her horns from Zeus.
Yet, even with her strength to support heaven and earth, when frolicking with Zeus, she still seemed so delicate and powerless.
This adorably dim nymph didn’t mind tussling like this in Zeus’s embrace.
She didn’t care at all how much advantage her overly voluptuous divine body gave the God King amid this intimate pressing and struggling.
Though she lacked complex schemes, relying on the purest emotion, she clearly knew she could only be Zeus’s goddess, and only a goddess in Zeus’s embrace.
And her spoiled and arrogant side was only willing to be shown in Zeus’s embrace.
She would only frolic in Zeus’s embrace.
This great goddess presiding over “nourishment,” “healing,” and “purification” actually held an even more primal and fundamental authority—”lactation.”
It was just that at the solemn Grand Ceremony of the Gods, Zeus ultimately couldn’t bring himself to announce it before all the gods.
Though her face was pure and delicate, her figure absolutely lived up to this sacred authority of “lactation.”
Even though she still possessed virginity, the plumpness and fullness from her innate laws origin traits were inborn and impossible to hide!
Playfully tussling so easily in Zeus’s embrace, in this magnificent and empty divine palace with only two gods, an ambiguous atmosphere had quietly spread like a warm tide.
Unbeknownst at some point, Zeus’s large hands had released the pair of beautiful radiant horns on the dim goddess’s head.
This God King of boundless energy had his blood already stirred by the passionate Demeter, and now it burned even hotter.
One of his large hands had clamped like an iron hoop around the unbelievably supple slender waist of the goddess in his embrace, fully drawing her into his arms.
And the other, behind her, had grabbed something unbeknownst.
The naive goddess was now pressed tightly against her beloved Zeus’s chest.
That majestic source of life, upon the God King’s chest, was squeezed into a breathtaking shape indescribable in words.
The God King was clearly savoring this endless delight.
Amalthea gently tilted back her little head; at some point, she had given up her futile struggling.
Submissively, she nestled in Zeus’s embrace.
Her pair of pure gold eyes, like molten suns, were gazing intently into Zeus’s eyes.
Within these beautiful large eyes already brimmed with moving affection like brimming spring waters.
“Zeus~~~”
A never-before-heard soft and sweet voice trembled from the delicate red lips of this goddess deeply loved and doted on by the God King.
Amalthea didn’t know why her voice had become like this.
She didn’t even know why she felt her entire body’s strength rapidly draining away.
She only knew that Zeus’s embrace was so warm, so warm.
She was utterly reluctant to leave.
Seeing the silly nymph like this before him, the God King felt a blazing fire capable of incinerating the entire universe surging madly from his chest to his limbs!
Zeus’s strong and powerful arms firmly held tight this adorably naive goddess who stirred his infinite pity.
He slowly lowered his head, gently taking Amalthea’s succulent crimson earlobe between his lips.
Breathing hot aura into it, his voice slightly hoarse, he murmured softly, “Maia, I’m… hungry.”
“Th-then… shall I feed you?”
This goddess completely ignorant of flirtation blankly uttered the most incendiary words.
She was simply following her instincts, just like once in that Crete cave, submitting to Zeus without reservation, caring for Zeus.
It was just that now, the manner of feeding had shifted from the sheep horn to another spot.
Outside the divine palace, Clymene, who was just preparing to enter to find Zeus, had barely stepped inside when the scene before her eyes made her widen them instantly.
