The Rape of Persephone [Greek Mythology] [uncle/niece] [non-con to dub-con] [impreg] [loss of female virginity]

Hades, god of the underworld, was in a bad situation. He could feel it in his bones, an urge to release and let out a primal desire.

Apparently even gods were not immune to the needs of the flesh.

It was his own damn fault. He’d decided to go up to the world of the mortals, just because he was bored and needed some fresh air to clear his mind. And of course, Aphrodite would happen to be where he’d go to get some fresh air. Along with that little brat of her Eros.

He’d overheard something the goddess of love and passion tell Eros about how Hades needed to cheer up, and how a love arrow ought to do the trick. Before he could respond, bam, arrow in the arm. It was harmless to him as a god, but it’s effect would be just as strong as if he were a mortal human. And Aphrodite had fled just after it happened, to avoid her being the person he fell head over heels for.

Whoever he next laid eyes upon would be the target of his unrestrained lust and desire.

Looking around, Hades began moving with the gliding shadow of his alternate form, which could move about without much difficulty. He hoped that the unlucky person who he gazed upon would be attractive, maybe even beautiful. Someone worthy of taking his pent up feelings that Eros had forced upon him.

After a few minutes, he found it. He found who would serve as the vessel for his curse.

Persephone was in the nearby field, by herself, picking pretty flowers that were hard to find in the rest of Greece. With pale skin, clear gray eyes, and wavy brown hair, she’d have no shortage of suitors. The fact that she was the daughter of Demeter, goddess of the harvest and sister to Hades, probably helped too. She was, in any case, a fair and perfect maiden.

And she happened to be the first person Hades stumbled upon after Eros’ arrow struck him. How fortunate for him.

Slowly, he approached her, careful not to give his presence away until the very last minute.

—

Persephone hummed to herself as she picked up the narcissus flower gave it a closer look. She smiled as she gazed upon it’s beauty and delicate form. As the only child of Demeter, she inherited a love of all things nature, and had gone off by herself into this forest to collect some new flowers. She loved flowers, all the different colors and textures and shapes. Finding a narcissus flower was the highlight of her day.

She briefly bent down to adjust her light blue gown, letting her chestnut hair fall in ringlets over her face. As a younger goddess, she maintained the eternal looks of her twenties, and would remain a great beauty for the foreseeable future. When she looked back up, she saw she was not alone anymore. Her uncle Hades was here. How, she didn’t exactly know, but gods were like that.

Hades’ usual appearance was that of a man in his thirties, black hair and beard, black robes, and dark eyes. He had a slight tan to his skin and his face was that of a mature human male. Not aged, but not youthful either. It made for a commanding and handsome appearance. He smiled as he faced his niece. So pretty, so ethereal, so utterly desirable. “Hello, Persephone.”

“Uncle Hades, what a pleasant surprise.”

She was still as innocent as when he last met her. He felt sad that she would have to be the one to be on the receiving end of his lust. She would learn, in time. He pulled her to him and placed a hand on her wrist, firmly to prevent escape.

“Hades?” She wasn’t sure entirely what he was doing. “What… what are you doing?”

Then he pulled her closer to him, his other hand ripping at her gown. Her pale breasts and small nipples were exposed to him briefly before she covered them up. Shocked, she looked at him with disgust and barely hidden rumblings of fear. “What is this?! Where is my mother??”

“I’m sorry, child.” He turned her around so that her back was pressed against his chest, and he began groping her breasts from behind. “It is probably beyond your understanding. But please try to relax. I mean you no harm, truly.”

“Let me go!” But his hands, warm and firm, did feel a little bit good on her bosom, even if it was unasked for. Persephone continued to squirm as he finished derobing her, to where she was completely in the nude. His mouth went to kiss and suck on the skin at her shoulder while one hand trailed down her chest, to where her virgin sex was lying in wait. His cock stiffened at the anticipation, poking into her butt a little bit from under his robe.

“Stop, this is wrong…” she continued to resist, but her willpower was almost flailing as his hand reached the forbidden fruit, and began rubbing on her small pink clit, moving in small circles. Her mouth popped open with an involuntary moan, and he enjoyed himself in that position for a few seconds before moving further down, to the entrance that her clit was just above. She wasn’t exactly wet. Not yet, he thought. Persephone kept muttering protests as his fingers went in and out. When he got bored, he turned her to face him again as he sent her down to the earth, her back lying on the dew kissed grass, him following to his knees.

“Just stop, stop,” Persephone kept telling him as his mouth crashed into hers. She tasted like a juicy berry – pomegranates, maybe – while he was more like some sort of dark metal. She moaned into his mouth, but it was more of telling him to let go rather than pleasure – at first. By the time the kiss was broken, it was the sound of involuntary arousal.

With a few shoulder shrugs, Hades removed his own black cloak. Underneath it was a body composed of tough muscle, not the enhanced physique of a wrestler or athlete, but enough to make him appear reasonably fit and in his prime. Persephone briefly admired his abs before protesting again. “You can’t do this!”

“I can, and I will. It is beyond your understanding, as I said.” He placed his firm hands on her legs, pinning her in place and spreading her open, as his cock came out, fully erect and ready to do it’s job.

Persephone’s eyes widened, finally fully realizing what Hades wanted. Though it was humans that valued virginity more than gods and goddesses, Persephone had never laid with a man, mortal or immortal. Her mother Demeter had ferociously guarded her from the eyes and hands of suitors of all kinds, and given her beauty and status as a goddess there was no shortage of them. She was now more scared of what her uncle might do to take her virginity, although his eyes were more of mad lust than evil intent. But in her current predicament, the difference didn’t matter at all.

“Please, you can still stop this, you can leave, I’ll forget you were ever here…” More protests from her mouth as she felt more vulnerable under his touch and gaze.
It was in vain.

Hades let his cock slide in rather smoothly, taking the daughter of Demeter in one swift motion. His eyes, filled with desire only those afflicted by Eros can, never left those of Persephone’s, hers filled with fear, worry, and anxiety.

Her head turned to the side, her mouth letting a half startled cry out when he first entered her. It hurt a bit at first, not imagining that he could fit all of his member there, inside her. But it did, and proceeded to show that it very much could over and over, as his hips began to thrust and his balls smacked against her own pale skin. After that, it felt… better. Making love was supposed to feel good, even when it was against your will. It was the way nature had made it, for both gods and mortals.

The God of the Underworld moved furiously, almost like a male dog in heat. Part of it was the affliction Eros had given him, part of it his own emotions and desires playing into it. His mouth went to her neck, kissing and lightly biting here and there as they moved down to her breasts, where he suckled on one cherry red nipple, then the other.

Powerless to stop him, Persephone let her tears dry up and resigned to whatever Hades wanted to do with her. She wouldn’t admit it to Hades – no way she would give him satisfaction for his indecency – but his mouth on her breasts and nipples felt good, the feeling more akin to something a skilled lover would do, as opposed to a raping Olympian God. She moaned again, the feelings on her bosom adding to what her cunt felt deep inside her. It was wrong, so very wrong on so many levels, but she was a little bit comforted that at least something felt good, even if it was forced.

Hades lifted his head and saw that Persephone had turned her head to the side, eyes gazing far away into the depths of the forest they were surrounded by. No doubt trying to take her mind elsewhere and get it over with. But the effects of Eros’ bow made him want her to participate more fully. “Here,” he barked with a light gruff, using one of his hands to force her head to face him. “Face me and I won’t do that again. Understood?”

She nodded meekly. She hated that he couldn’t let her have even that little respite, but of course was powerless to stop him. If that was the case, she’d have run away minutes ago, when he first tried to get her out of her clothes.

“Good.” He went back to thrusting into her, hips moving incrementally faster, working towards that primal goal of breeding. Her mother was a goddess of harvest and fertility, after all. She knew very well the life cycle and where it began, with *this*.

Then she started *really* feeling it.

A sensation all throughout her body, building up without anything to stop it because Hades would not allow it. Not with his member coursing in and out of her body like a stream forced to change directions every other second. It was the pounding of her heartbeat, the flow of her insides heating up in angry yet pleasurable waves. “Fuck,” she said out loud, unable to take that much anymore. She wondered what would come next. Would Hades force her to a conclusion of her pleasure? Spend himself inside her and leave? Imprison her and take her with him to the underworld, where he ruled supreme?

Those thoughts were fleeting, thought, as the pleasurable feeling began to overwhelm her again. “S-stop,” she whined, half begging against, half begging for. “I… I’m gonna…”

“Yes, I know. As you should.” A wicked grin emerged on Hades’ face, as if this was what he was wanting all along. Unknown to him, Eros’ arrow infused him with the desire to make whoever he fell in love with feel as good as he was, even if she wasn’t a willing participant. She seemed to have calmed down and accepted it, but he would need to make her as his. And he knew just what that would require.

The warm rush of his seed flooding her womb, godly essence joined with godly essence.

It was good to be a male deity.

He put a hand around her neck, truly pinning her down now, as his hips thrust with renewed effort and eagerness to release in her. Like the forge of Hephaestus, with sparks emitted and lava flowing freely, so to did Hades, shooting his seed deep inside the only child of Demeter. His mouth slacked and his eyes never left Persephone’s, who could only watch as her uncle, the god of the underworld, finished his climax and gave off a voice that reminded her of a lion roaring after a successful hunt.

But she was at her climax as well. The pent up feeling of an imminent floodwave came up, and then came crashing down. Pounding, coursing through her veins, she could do little but shake, shudder, and let out a loud moan that was almost a cry. A cry for help, or for pleasure – perhaps it could be both. A forced pleasure was still a pleasure, no matter the source, and her body was unable to stop what Hades was doing. As she felt herself filled with him, a piece of his substance implanted inside her most intimate and vulnerable part, Persephone let herself catch her breath, her head woozy and trying to come down to earth.

She hadn’t imagined it would be like this. Forced upon her by another god. But she would be lying if she hadn’t felt good half of the time, even if that good feeling had been created without a choice. She noticed Hades, still with his mouth to her breasts, and her head turned to the side again, trying to recuperate from the ordeal.

He noticed, and shook his head sadly. “If you thought this was the end, you haven’t been paying attention.”

He suddenly grabbed her again and she felt like she was crashing into the earth, maybe about to die… until they were on their feet in a dark yet well lit room. There were candles, icons of several gods, and most importantly two regal thrones, one smaller than the other. She then realized it was a throne room.

“Welcome to your new home,” Hades said with delight.

She wasn’t so sure about that.

*Hope you enjoyed! So one variant of the Hades and Persephone story involves this: Hades is visiting on the earth when Aphrodite and Eros spot him. Aphrodite thinks Hades needs to cheer up, and sends Eros to use one of those fall-in-love arrows on the god of the underworld. As expected, he falls in love with the first person he sees – who happens to be Persephone. I’ve incorporated that into my little retelling of the myth, thinking it adds a fun twist to the usual non-con abduction and rape of the tale.*

*Let me know if you’d like to see other mythological figures given the sexy short story treatment!*

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hwpq7v/the_rape_of_persephone_greek_mythology_uncleniece