Persephone and Hades – Part Three

The shower pounded down upon my skin like the rain in a fierce summer storm, warm to the touch and relentless in its torrent. I tipped my head up and let the water pour down over my face and pool in my mouth, as Hades ground his pelvis into my back and rubbed his rock hard cock over the sweet curves of my arse cheeks. I moaned, letting the water trickle down my chin, and arched myself against him, teasing his arousal. 

“You are the devil,” he purred in my ear, nipping at my neck. “Let me inside you, now!”

I laughed throatily. “Aren’t you the devil?” I asked him, curious. He slipped a finger inside my lips from behind and started to knead my clitoris. “Yesssss,” he gave a low, dark hiss, and the thrill of him had me moaning, my knees weakening and my resistance alongside it. “Ooohhh…” I gasped as his finger dipped lower and found the entrance to my body, and then a second digit followed suit.

 “…Fuck you…” I murmured, lolling back against his soapy, well muscled chest and letting him support me as I parted my thighs for him and he proceeded to finger fuck me, pushing inside my vagina in a relentless rhythm. “Mmmm,” I murmured, delighted, as my hips rocked back and forth under his expert hands and I began to long for his long, thick cock to take over.

“Fuck me?” He whispered in my ear, his breath hot. “Why, you want to, do you?” 

“Mmmmhmmmm,” I groaned, loving the way my body responded to his touch and the way he got my juices positively flowing. My hips bucked. “Here, now… Take me.”

He complied.

With a low roar, Hades withdrew his hand from my soaking wet body and grasped my waist, spinning me around and throwing me against the dove grey glass subway tiles of the shower wall with such ease you’d think that I was a ragdoll. “Open your legs,” he commanded before kissing me roughly, his tongue dancing with mine. “Open them for me, Persephone, now!” 

I parted my thighs as he lifted me up, hands cupping my arse cheeks, and slammed his crotch into mine, knocking my head against the wall tiles with the force. The tip of his questing dick parted my slick folds with ease, thanks to his fingering me and the soap, and he pressed inside my body with a dark, possessive laugh. “Yesssssss,” he moaned, sinking deeper as I spread myself wider for him, “That’s it, baby. Let me in…”

He hammered me against the wall, holding me up, pumping me over and over again with his rock hard cock. I howled with ecstasy as I felt him moving within me, so, so deep inside that he was hitting every delicious spot that I had without even trying. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my fingernails down and across his back, biting his neck in my pleasure. 

“Oh fu-u-u-u-ck!!” I gasped, flicking my hips to meet his powerful thrusts into me, my head, shoulders and arse slamming against the wall repetitively. “Fuck me harder, Hades, fuck me deeper! Pleeeeease!”

He grunted and knuckled down, his grip expertly firm amongst the soap suds. My womb was on fire, my head light with lust, as he thrust into me over and over again. Each slide of his engorged, soapy cock into the creaminess of my body was fucking sheer heaven.

“I’m going to fucking cum, you begging me like that,” he panted, groaning as his arse dimpled and clenched over and over as he sank in and out, in and out, of me. My vagina clenched him tightly, my thighs sought to spread further, permitting him deeper access to my weeping slit. “Fill me up,” I moaned against his lips, my breath intermingling with his as I panted along with him. He nodded and thrust into me with a renewed vigour, groaning. “Oh, oh, oh, OH!!!”

He growled low in his throat and began to stream his cum deep inside of me, his cock pulsating in time with the spasms that suddenly began to rock his body. That unnatural tingling sensation started up again as he flooded my womb with cum, spurting hot wad after wad straight into its entrance. I screamed his name and felt my own body climax at the way his cock rocked within me, and my muscles milked him of all of his seed in hot clench after clench after clench. 

“You hot, fucking bitch,” he growled, still holding me up, good thing too as I didn’t think I’d be able to stand, at that point in time. “My hot, fucking bitch.”

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned, still wriggling on the end of his full erection. “Ugh, you feel amazing.”

“Come to bed with me?” He asked softly, finally sliding out of me. His big eyes reminded me of a puppy dog, pleading with me… And yet there was suddenly a nervous air to him, as well, a certain… vulnerability.

I nodded slowly, suddenly shy, but at my response his face lit up in a grin so delighted he looked like a child on Christmas Day. 

“That’s my baby,” he purred, pleased as punch.

We soaped each other down again and washed off the suds. He splashed me with water and I laughed delightedly. This fun, sweet side of him felt new. We wrapped ourselves in one giant towel and he lifted me to stand on his feet beneath it, walking us both out back into the bedroom from my ensuite. I leant forwards and threw open the duvet, exposing the freshly laundered grey and black paisley sheets, and then he jumped in, taking me with him. At the same time, he flashed pale green and turned back into the disgusting fairy, pulling me up against his chest. 

“Ewwww,” I cried out, horrified at his hideously hairy facade, and that he was in my nice clean bed. “Hades!”

“Shut up, wench,” he rasped, grinning down at me as I squirmed and gagged. “Look at me… I want you to kiss me like this!”

“No!” I protested, giggling as he tickled me and wrestled his way on top of me. 

“No…?” Came the fake surprised response. “But you are pregnant with my child, wife! I demand a kiss, now, as is my right, as your incredibly sexy husband!”

I giggled again and screwed up my eyes, puckering up my lips and offering them up for him to take his kiss. A soft, chaste peck followed, and he hovered above me, silently imploring me for more… My mirth quelled, suddenly…. Something hung in the air between us, loaded and thick. My lashes fluttered open slowly, and I gazed up at him. I couldn’t read the look that caused his ruby red eyes to glow, but it stirred something deep within my heart. I leant up, softly, slowly, and gently pressed my lips against his hideous mouth again, drawing in his breath. He shifted his weight on top of me, his mottled greenish skin feeling warm and downy against the length of my body… Interesting. He purred deep in his throat, pleased at my submission, and dipped his face to kiss me back. His long pink tongue flicked between my lips and sought entrance to my mouth, and I jerked in shock before he made some soothing noises to me and I realised that he tasted the same, just like him, and reminded myself that this was just a glamour. I opened my mouth wider, permitting him access, and his tongue darted inside again and began to softly play with mine, dancing together in a swirl as our lips met and moulded together. 

Sometime later, my tummy was flipping and turning along with my heart, as I gloried in his gentle caresses. He’d rolled completely on top of me again and I could feel his erection swelling as he kissed me and touched my face and my breasts. I wondered briefly, as I wriggled beneath him with my own growing need, what it would feel like to fuck him in this form again, what it would be like to have his extremely long, pink tongue explore the folds of my vagina? 

“I want to know, too,” he whispered softly, kissing me gently, slowly, reading my mind. He tore his face from mine and moved his head down my body to stop at my tits. His tongue left a trail of sticky saliva over my skin as he went. I arched my back and offered up my breasts to his questing mouth, loving the tickliness of his hairy face against me. He scooped up my nipple and suckled on it gently. “Ohhh,” I breathed, enjoying his kissing and the swirling sensation of his long tongue.

His head then bent again, and he licked his way down, slowly, slowly, to the V between my thighs. I parted them for him slowly, amazed that I could be this horny again, so soon after our last fuck. This round would be number 4, in the space of so many hours. 

His chapped lips found my clit, and he suckled it hungrilly. I moaned in pleasure, writhing beneath him, and I spread my legs even further, opening myself up in readiness for the inevitable exploration of that freakishly long tongue of his. He chuckled against my lower lips, knowing what I was craving, and then didn’t disappoint. I gasped as he inserted the full length of his tongue inside of me, then withdrew to smooch my clitoris, then dipped inside of me again. Moaning, I tangled my fingers in his long dark hair and pushed his head down further, encouraging his kisses. He plunged his tongue into me just like his cock, and it felt spindly and long and delicious as it flicked in and out, in and out. He alternated between tongue fucking me and suckling on my clit. I mewled softly, wanting him to increase the pressure and the depth, and I mashed my pelvis into his face, bucking gently as I writhed. He laughed again and gave me what I wanted, delighting in my response to him and the ever increasing flow of my juices warning him that I was getting close to the edge. He sucked and tongue fucked me relentlessly, not letting up, ignoring his own massively throbbing boner while he pleasured me orally. I started to pant, writhing against his face, his darting, flicking tongue finally pushing me to my limit. 

“That’s it… Ugh, yes…. Right there, ugh… Right… there… I think, yeah, I think I’m going to… Aaaghh, don’t stop, pleeeeasssse… No, don’t stop… I… I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum!”

I exploded into his mouth, bucking my hips, crying out in ecstasy. “Oh baby,” he moaned, lapping me up, drinking the juices flowing from my heated body. “Mmmm, you are so fucking delicious…”

With a flash of pale green light, he was himself again. My God. He firmly grasped my hips and flipped me like a pancake over onto my stomach. “I need you,” he bit out through gritted teeth as he reached down to grasp his meaty cock like a knight with his lance, about to strike home in a joust. “Open up for me.”

I pushed up onto my knees and arched my back for him, exposing my pink, drenched little pussy. He grunted and pushed his hips into mine, inserting himself into me, and began to fuck me at a hard, punishing pace. I gasped along with him, feeling him stretch me open again and hit my g-spot. “Ride me,  Hades,” I begged, moaning.

He grunted and reached out to twist my long hair up in his giant fist, pulling my head back. I arched up, pushing back against him as firmly as I could, my hips meeting his grinding thrust for thrust. He slapped my arse with his other hand and roughly squeezed my cheeks, slamming into me again and again and again. I cried out at the mounting pressure I felt building, as he hit my g-spot over and over, my fingers making claws in the sheets. Then, he pushed my head down so that my cheek mashed against the duvet, pounding me like a man possessed. 

I came first, this time. With a wrenching groan I tipped over the edge and panted as I was wracked with wave after wave of a massive orgasm. He barked a shout, “Oh fuck, baby!”, twisted his fist holding my hair, and then spilled himself deep inside of me, grinding his hips into my body as he spurted. I felt his throbs pulsating and I cried out again, loving the feeling of his balls slapping against my arse as he rutted, my own release still causing shudders to roll through me.

He pulled me sideways and backwards, still inside me, until my back was against his chest and I was cradled in his well muscled arms. “My baby,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. His voice sounded raw, choked.

With a wriggle I freed myself from his length, and then sighed as I felt a warm rush of cum trickle out onto my aching thighs. Damn it. “No, shush, leave it be,” he murmured, snuggling his head into my hair and kissing my neck. “Stay here… I want to hold you, it’s been so, so long since I just held you in my arms and watched you sleep.”

“You watched me sleep?” I purred, delighted at the admission, as something warm and tingly wrapped itself around my still thudding heart. 

“Mmhmm,” he whispered, holding me tight as he reached down to pull up the covers over our bodies. “All the time. I like to wear you out.” I heard the dark smile in his voice. 

“Oh!” I cried suddenly. “The light!” 

“Easy,” he said smoothly, and clicked his fingers. The room was immediately plunged into inky darkness. I smiled at his display of magic, and lay still as I listened to a mixture of his deep, falling breaths and the wind that still howled outside. I felt warm, and happy… happier than I had ever felt in a long, long time, despite the oddity of the occasion. 

“Three wishes I’ll grant you,” he intoned suddenly, “big wishes and small. But if you wish a fourth wish then you’ll lose them all.”

“Hmmm?” I murmured, twisting my neck to look up at him, but he shushed me again soothingly and kissed me again, stroking my cheek. “Just think on it, my baby,” he crooned in my ear. “Just think on it, and sleep…”

…

I sat atop large dark wooden throne-like chair, Hades at my side in a chair even larger than mine. We were sitting at the head of a great U-shaped dark wooden table, in a banquet hall of some sort.  Flame sconces lit up the cavernous stone walls, their warm, yellow-orangey glow reminding me of the bleeding colours of the sunset as the sun sank below the horizon aboveground.  My stomach rumbled. 

“Have some food,” Hades instructed, waving his hand towards the expansive meal decorating the table before us. Great birds with brown, juicy skins that glistened in the candlelight, golden bowls heaped with a variety of spiced and roasted vegetables, silver dishes of delicious looking cheeses sprinkled with herbs, olives and apricots, breads of all shapes and sizes laid out around on smooth warm wooden boards, and platters of freshly picked, plump summer fruits. A veritable feast, a desgustational masterpiece. “It’s been hours, now, you’re being ridiculous.”

But I would not budge.

“No,” I pouted, glaring up at him from beneath my lashes and swilling the contents of my untouched wine goblet around the rim. The herbs and spices within bobbed about in the ruby red whirlpool that I had created.

“Fine, then!” Hades exclaimed loudly, drawing the gazes of some of the well dressed dinner guests dotted around the tabe. “Come here!” He bit into a pomegranate and then grasped me to him, sweeping me into his arms. He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me with a mouthful of the sweet fruit, pushing it into mine with his tongue. I started to choke on the seeds and the juice, and the lump of fruit found its way down my throat to my belly. I slapped him away with one hand, my palm crashing against the stubbled skin of his gorgeous cheek with a crack, my other hand preoccupied with holding the goblet of spiced wine that I had been pretending to drink. Hades’s vermillion eyes changed from a pleasant amber glow to a fiery, blazing ruby red, like the pits of hell themselves, as my hand made contact with his cheek, but instead of reprimanding me like I expected him to do, or even raise his own hand to strike me back, he leant towards me and smiled, slowly… darkly… his face alight with something that positively smacked of pride and triumph. 

Before I could spend too long pondering the meaning behind his expression, my stomach turned suddenly, cramping up and twisting in on itself. I doubled over with shock at the intense pain and wrapped my arms around myself to try and ward off the ache that had begun to knaw at me, like a beast devouring my insides. My untouched glass of spiced red wine clattered to the floor and spilled its contents across the pale sandstone, looking for all the world like a pool of bright, red blood. Fitting. 

“What did you do?” I gasped, panting, raising my head to level him with my greeny hazel eyes that were full of reproach and accusation.

He leant towards me, breathing heavy, his incredible red gaze blazing into my own. “You’ll see,” he promised darkly, his deep tone of voice full of something that I couldn’t even begin to fathom. “You’ll see.”

…

I was jolted awake from my misty dreamworld by a familiar, disturbingly smooth, caramely chocolate voice.  

“Persephone, wake up!” Came the deep voice from somewhere next to me on the bed. “Wake up.”

I sat up to see Hades holding two bowls of fresh fruit salad with a dollop of organic vanilla yoghurt in each hand. His long dark hair spilled across his stubbled cheek and accentuated his chiseled bone structure as it flicked his cheekbone and fell into his eyes. I longed to run my fingers through it. He gestured helplessly to me with the two bowls and I laughed, knowing that he couldn’t free himself to brush his hair out of his eyes until I helped him.

“Here,” I murmured, reaching up to accept the bowl he had prepared for me. “You made breakfast in bed? Thank you!” I was blown away by the gesture, especially coming from him. “What is it?”

“Fruit salad from the garden, and some yoghurt.” 

“Mmm, gorgeous,” I murmured as I took a huge spoonful and let the flavours blossom on my tongue. The plump juicy berries and slices of apple and pear were complimented by the acidity of the sweet yoghurt. I helped myself to a few more spoonfuls before I noticed that he wasn’t eating anything himself.

“Hades?” I asked, suddenly uncertain. “What’s… What’s wrong?”

He studied me intensely, his vermillion eyes burning into me steadily. The light from the morning sun had not yet penetrated my bedroom through the drawn curtains, and all of a sudden, whether it was thanks to a rolling cloud outside or just his incredibly stormy and threatening presence, the room seemed to darken with the increasing glow in Hades’s ruby eyes.  

“How do you feel?” He asked me softly with a tilt of his head to one side.

I bit down on a mouthful of breakfast with a crunch that echoed uncomfortably round the room. Crunch….there wasn’t anything that crunchy, in there, I thought suddenly, panicked. I glanced down at my spoon and saw a single pomegranate seed sticking out of the yoghurt… no doubt there were many more, nestled amongst the rest of the fruit from my lush little garden. 

There was only one problem…

My garden didn’t grow pomegranates. 

That, he had gotten from elsewhere… And, thanks to my vivid dream last night, I had a dawning, sneaking suspicion where…

“Hades,” I choked out, letting the bowl clatter to the ground beside the bed as my stomach started to knot itself in the most peculiarly painful fashion… “What have you done?”

And then, with a terrifyingly familiar dark smile that slowly lit up his God-like face and an inhuman light blazing in his ruby red eyes, Hades smirked at me, tone triumphant, and just whispered, “You’ll see…. You’ll see.”

…

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