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sucking them both. The men’s heads fell back in rapture as she took their impressive cocks deep.
    Dionysus let his hand roam over Hera’s hip, but he made no bolder move. Hera pressed back against him and felt his hard cock. She wore a white silk toga—she almost always came to costume parties as herself, no matter the time period. Pushing the material off her shoulder, she said to Dionysus, “You may touch my breasts, darling.”
    Dionysus did so, cupping them and toying with her nipples. Hera sighed as her body responded. Now the girl stood between her two lovers again. They touched her as if they’d been together this way before. The girl moved to a table and got onto it, and the man with shorter hair knelt to lick her pussy.
    “Are you wet, my queen?” Dionysus asked.
    She pulled her toga up to her waist as the second man began to play with the girl’s breasts. “Touch me and find out.”
    Dionysus slid his hand over her thigh and circled her clit. Then he plunged two fingers down and entered her. He moaned and pressed his still covered cock against her ass. His lips brushed her neck, and then his teeth grazed her skin.
    The girl lay on the bed now, the short-haired man taking her. The other man brought his cock to her lips as his fingers fondled her breasts. Hera rolled to her back but kept watching the ménage before her. Dionysus suckled her breasts, his mouth both skilled and hungry. He moved down her body and lapped at her clit, then sucked it. He thrust his fingers back into her.
    “May I, my queen?”
    She snapped her fingers, and his costume disappeared. He wore only his mask, and he looked amazing. His broad-shouldered frame was tan and hard. She reached out to caress his bulging muscles. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft. His green eyes flashed at her as he thrust his hips into her fist. She let her thumb play over the tip, which was wet. He leaned over to suckle her breasts again, and she ran her fingers through his silky brown hair as he used his teeth, nipping at her skin hard enough to leave a mark with his ardor.
    “Yes. You may. It’s been a long time since I enjoyed your cock.”
    He rubbed his cock against her pussy before entering her. He filled her well, the shaft wide and thick. The ecstasy on his face increased as she touched his chest and arms. She glanced back to the threesome on the bed. Both men now sprayed their cum on her tits, and she rubbed it into her skin, laughing. She glanced to the mirror and smiled, as if for her unseen audience, her expression well sated and happy. One man kissed her mouth as the other kissed her thighs.
    Hera frowned, wishing she’d been watching as the girl came. Dionysus had his eyes closed, and he approached his first orgasm. Her ennui annoyed her. She ought to be on the edge with him, and she tightened her channel to stimulate him more. The sooner he finished, the sooner they could begin again, and this time she would give him her full attention. Dionysus whispered her name and opened his eyes as he leaned close to her.
    And then he disappeared.
    She sat up quickly and looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen.
    Dionysus? Where are you?
    No answer.
    “Dionysus?”
    Iris, Hera’s messenger, appeared at her side. She bowed. “I have a message.”
    Hera sighed and began righting her toga. She hadn’t been close to coming, but it still perturbed her that she’d been interrupted. Dionysus had one thing in spades, and that was stamina. He would’ve satisfied her well before the end of the night.
    “Let me guess. When Zeus found out where I was going, he got jealous.”
    Iris nodded. “Something like that.” She glanced around. “He’s here, watching.”
    Hera gave the room a scowling glance as she asked, “And where is Dionysus?”
    Iris nodded to the scene beyond the mirror. Dionysus plunged into the brunette girl, who was now on her knees taking turns sucking the other two men. They didn’t seem to mind having their threesome taken over