Freah and Zeus were now making their way back to Zeus' chamber. Freiah was now having some difficulty walking because of her adrenaline rush. She was caught between saying yes and running away. Her palm was sweating like a pig and she could feel her embarrassing armpits dripping. Her sensitive folds throbbed as she was making her steps too. It was like she was a w***e that waiting to be banged. Freiah's face turned red when she realized she was being shameless.
‘God, Freiah! What the hell are you thinking? Wake up, girl! Wake up!’ She was scolding herself for anticipating things to happen. This was not her, she thought. But deep inside she wanted Zeus to do her.
“Baby, relaxed. I don't bite. Eat perhaps . . .” Freiah was lost for words upon realizing what Zeus meant for the word eat. She
