by M. M. Kin
Hades sat under the tree, his head leaning against the trunk as he stared off thoughtfully. She stilled and observed him calmly, noting the distant expression on his features. After studying him for several long moments, he turned his head, his gaze resting upon her. A smile crept across his lips as he beckoned her closer.
Persephone moved smoothly across the grass, the pale silvery lilac-colored silk loosely clinging to her curves as she stalked toward him. She had a matching sash holding up her hair, her body devoid of jewelry.
o0o
Hades reached out, grasping her hips as he pulled her down into his lap, smiling contentedly when she snuggled up against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. A week had passed since his promise to her, and for the first time in so long, he was acutely aware of the passage of days. Day by day the deadline approached, and he wished he had the power to put it off even as he knew he would have to face Demeter eventually. But he was content to simply forget that for the time being as he held her close, rubbing her back and nuzzling her face.
“I was sitting out here, wishing you would join me,” he whispered, burying her fingers in the thick waves that flowed loosely from behind the sash.
“Join you for what?” she replied with a smug smile, running her hand along his chest.
“A cuddle is just fine, but if you want more...” He smiled back at her, his eyes twinkling with passion and merriment. “Hmm?”
“I may consider it...” Her hand slid lower as she purposefully wiggled against him, pressing her breasts against his chest.
“Is that so? Are you trying to provoke me?” he asked with a playful growl, wrapping one arm around her tightly.
“Very well, then.” She flashed him a brilliant smile. “I do admit, I am in the mood.” Her hand slid down his stomach, pressing against his lower abdomen through the himation that was draped over one shoulder.
“Mood for what?” he challenged her, feeling his manhood stir at the pressure her hand applied to his body. Her palm slid several inches lower.
“You, of course.” Just as he thought her hand would slide down further, it started upwards, leaving his need aching. His hands maintained their grip on her hips as he maneuvered her in his lap, placing her directly on top of his groin so that she could feel the kind of reaction she was able to elicit from him.
“Ooh.” She pressed her pert behind against him, grinding herself on top of him as she kept one arm hooked around his neck. In his embrace, they remained locked together, and she moved against him with ease.
o0o
Persephone had become familiar with the sight and feel of Hades's body and enjoyed teasing him with her hand, much like he liked to touch and titillate her. It gave her such a feeling of empowerment to have the mighty Lord of the Underworld writhing under her attentions. She pressed her hips down, grinning at him when he shuddered, his expression contorting in rapture as she steadily applied that pressure to his aching erection, grinding in a slow and purposeful way.
Her own nether regions had started to throb with that warm, familiar sensation of arousal, and she noticed that her nipples had hardened, pressing against the fabric that covered her chest. As if he had read her mind, his right hand slid up to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing the tit, causing her to mewl softly in delight.
“I have missed touching you,” he whispered, burying his face against her throat.
“But missing it makes you appreciate it more,” she shot back. One nice thing about her monthly course was that Hades had to rein in his ardor, and it would help him appreciate physical intimacy with her all the more if he were denied the pleasures of her body or touch on a regular basis. She wouldn't let him touch her breasts or most other areas on her body, so Hades could not even have momentary pleasure. Naturally, forcing him to keep it in reserve did cause it to become pent-up, as she was discovering at the moment.
“Mmph. It is hard to think about appreciation when you insist on withholding your feminine charms from me.”
“Oh, I am not withholding, at least this time.” She batted her eyes at him, smiling coyly.
“I would hope not.” His hand massaged her breast, kneading the soft orb as she nodded slowly, giving out a soft groan of enjoyment. She could feel his other hand groping around, trying to work its way under her chiton, but the elusive ankle-length hem proved an effective barrier. As long as she remained seated in his lap, her clothing would be a hindrance, but then so would his own.
However, Hades quickly found his way around this problem by extending his will through several shadowy tendrils that easily slipped under her dress and up her legs, caressing her skin with their silken tongues.
“Yes,” she exhaled, closing her eyes. She didn't know why, but she found herself terribly excited by this manifestation of his Gift at times, genuinely enjoying the feel of these ethereal appendages of her lover.
“You like that, hmm?”
“Very much.” She squirmed around as she felt the 'tongues' slither and lap up her inner thighs.
“You know, you are the first person who has ever enjoyed the feel of my shadows against their skin,” he replied easily as he raised his other hand to caress her unattended breast.
“Mmm...” She sighed softly as the shadows slid between her thighs, caressing her outer labia. “I can see why. But... ah!” she blushed, trying to gather her thoughts as she gazed up at him, “I just like it. I do not know why.”
“It does not disturb you in the least?”
“No. It... mmm! Feels so good...” Her head lolled back and she gave out a sudden whimper as the tendrils moved to her inner labia, gently flicking and rubbing against them.
“Then I have a new game for us to play.”
“Oh?”
“I cannot tell you everything, that would spoil the surprise. But I will show you just how enjoyable my Gift can be. Interested?”
Persephone's eyes lit up as she nodded eagerly, wondering just what her lover would have in store for her. As his arm slipped around her middle, she wrapped her own around his neck, content to let him pick her up and put her on her feet.
o0o
Hades hit back a predatory smirk as she looked up at him. Little did she know what he really had in store... The idea of what he would do to her had fresh excitement pulsing through his loins, and the mental image aroused him so quickly it was almost painful.
“If you would be so kind as to take these clothes off...” Hades said, his dark eyes glinting with open desire. She was slow and deliberate in her movements as she complied with his request. Her hair came free as she untied the sash.
She shot him a knowing smile before she started to pull out the pins that held up her gown, starting with her left arm. Each time one of the delicate pins was pulled out, several inches of the fabric fell from her body, and he shifted around a bit, feeling his flesh ache in need under the confines of his garb.
When she pulled the final pin on that side, the sinuous material slid down her chest, revealing her left breast. As she stared at him with half-lidded eyes, she reached up to cup her breast delicately, rubbing her erect nipple with her thumb, eliciting a delighted groan from him.
One of his hands balled against his himation in impatience and anticipation. Persephone attended to the remainder of her clothing, pulling out the rest of the pins, stopping at the one holding the chiton up to her shoulder. She stared at him for a moment before reaching up to tug the last pin loose, causing all the silk to fall to her hips. Maintaining her steady, half-lidded gaze, she ran her hands along her breasts and stomach, her palms sliding smoothly against her pale skin before she reached her girdle, her hands wiggling under the material.
As soon as she let go of it, the belt and gown pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of it, as naked as Hades might ever desire. She stood there calmly and confidently, one hip jutting out as she studied him, and he regarded her just as openly.
“I am naked. But you are still dressed...” Her eyes twinkled as she gazed at him.
“So?” he shot back playfully.
“You are not the only one who enjoys ogling their lover's nakedness, you know.”
“That certainly is reassuring to know.” He grinned as his eyes ran up and down her body, his need aching afresh as he imagined what he would do to her tonight. In a play of mock modesty, she arranged her hair so that it covered her breasts, and covered her womanhood with her hands.
“Mmm, I think not, my dear,” Hades scolded gently as he approached her. She took several steps back, maintaining her modesty as she mirrored his smirk. When he reached for her, she retreated further, darting around the tree.
o0o
Persephone wasn't about to let him enjoy her body as long as he was dressed. She enjoyed the sight of his body, and running her hands along it and feeling it pressed against her. She wanted to see his arousal and enjoy the sight of it as he touched her. When he reached again, she jumped back, a stubborn gleam in her eyes. He laughed, a low, velvety chuckle in the back of his throat as he looked at her.
“Tonight... you are mine," he warned her, his voice taking on the purr he used in their most intimate moments. Before she could retreat further, she felt shadowy binds grip her ankles. A moment later, two more binds reached for her wrists, wrapping around them and pulling them away from her body, raising her hands over her head. She struggled against them as more came up to wrap around her chest and waist, looping around her shoulders as well as her thighs as they lifted her off the grass, the binds around her ankles pulling her legs apart.
The shadows held her at a height that made her gaze level to his, and she dangled against them comfortably as she eyed him defiantly, tugging against her binds.
“No fair.” She stuck out her lower lip in a cute pout as Hades regarded her with a satisfied expression, admiring his handiwork. The shadows were distributed evenly along her body, ensuring her comfort as she hung there, wiggling as her legs were tugged even wider apart.
His eyes moved along her body before he reached out, stroking her inner thighs. She stared at him with a coy smile, pushing herself toward his hands. The scent of her arousal became evident to her lover as his fingers slowly caressed their way upwards, and she gave out a soft whimper as he touched her outer lips. As he studied her face, his fingers slid over to her moist inner lips, and she let out another whimper, wiggling under his hand.
“My love...” He leaned in, his nose lightly touching against hers before he pressed his lips against hers. She responded welcomingly, pressing her lips against his own and nuzzling him before he pulled back. He rubbed her right cheek lightly with the back of his fingers as she cooed softly. Letting that hand trail down her face and neck, he squeezed a breast, and she arched against her binds.
“Aidon...” she breathed out, arching against him as he lightly stroked her moist inner area with a finger, rubbing and massaging the slick flesh as he lowered his head to suck on her nipple. She bit her lip, a comely blush becoming evident across her cheeks as he teased her with his finger and tongue. Her head lolled forward as she watched him love up on her body, taking her other nipple into her mouth and massaging the breast he left behind.
As much as she throbbed with arousal, he took his sweet time, exploring her body, his hands sliding along the areas he knew to be most sensitive, listening to her responses as he would press or rub certain areas. Occasionally, he would touch her aching womanhood, but these touches only left her more aroused. However much she wiggled around, her binds remained firm, giving her only just enough leeway to be comfortable.
Finally, he drew away, leaving her as aroused as ever, and she gazed at him pleadingly. Her intimate region was hot and throbbing, causing a warm tingling that emanated from it through her stomach and thighs.
“You liked that,” he said softly as he looked at her.
“Yes. Please, come here. Do not leave me like this.”
“I would never leave you, love.” He caressed her thigh with a hand.
“That is good to know," she whispered in a soft sigh. Hades smiled before flicking his wrist, causing her bonds to shift, her upper half pulled back while her legs were tugged forward, leaving her at an approximately forty-five-degree angle. She gasped softly in surprise, but showed no alarm, and peered at him with curiosity as the shadows lifted her up nearly a couple of feet into the air, bringing her quivering slit level with his face.
Without hesitation, he stood between her legs, lightly running his tongue from her perineum to the tip of her slit, flicking his tongue over her clit, causing her to arch against her binds.
It wasn't the first time she had been restrained by his shadows, but it was the first time she had been suspended in the air, and it was a strange but thrilling experience for her. The shadows melded seamlessly into the semidarkness of the garden, it almost gave her the sensation that she was floating in midair. She looked down at him as he tasted of her with teasing caresses of his tongue, his fingers sliding along her thighs before he slipped one inside of her and wiggled it around. She bit her lower lip, not wanting to make too much noise as he pleasured her, lavishing her womanhood with enthusiastic hunger. As she found herself approaching the brink of orgasm, she whined softly, her limbs trembling against the shadows as she braced herself for white-hot pleasure.
Just before she could reach the apex of pleasure, Hades drew his head back. Instinctively, she thrust her hips forward, but her restraints proved all too effective, and she groaned in frustration as she saw the knowing leer on the Dark God's face.
She was given a welcome distraction to her disappointment when he unclasped the heavy pin that held up his himation, casually discarding the material to the grass before he tugged off his tunic, revealing a view of sculpted chest and stomach that was met with approval. Under her appreciative gaze, he slowly turned around once, flexing his biceps as he did so.
To her dismay, he went back to teasing her, using his mouth and hands to push her to the brink of orgasm again, ignoring her pleas when he drew back again.
“Damn you!” she moaned, straining against her bonds, blushing furiously as she glared at him.
“Tsk, you should not talk to me that way,” he admonished playfully, wagging his finger. She hmphed and glared at him, silently vowing payback as he regarded her. He reached down to caress her foot, feeling it jerk as she tried to tug it away.
“Please, do not tease me so,” Persephone begged. She had never been held off from orgasm like this, and she ached for the intense and eventually soothing release of climax.
“Your desire for me is so tangible I can almost taste it,” Hades whispered as her binds started to massage her, easing the strain in her muscles as she struggled. With a low moan of surrender, she went limp as the shadows embraced her further, kneading and rolling against her body. Under Hades’s control, they wrapped around her entirely, leaving just her head bare.
Persephone could not help but recall the images of the mummies she had seen in Hades's library, the corpses of the kings of Aiegyptos wrapped neatly in bandages of linen, their bodies preserved for the afterlife, waiting while they were housed in their great tombs in the desert. Her arms and legs were not bound together like the entombed pharaohs, but she still felt very snug, and wiggled her fingers and toes. Initially, she thought that this wrapping was innocuous, a brief respite from the merciless sexual teasing he had given her before, but after several moments, she felt a certain pressure around her nipples, and hissed softly as she became aware of a sucking sensation around them, though they lacked the warm wetness of Hades's mouth.
“Hades, please...” She was panting as her arousal surged anew, and her soft plea was answered when within the cocoon, a shadowy finger started to rub against her slit. “Yes!” she gasped out softly, rolling her hips forward, and he smiled and nodded.
More 'fingers' joined the first – though at the same time, they also felt like velvety tongues – and she squirmed around more frantically as they teased her to the brink again. She tried to count how
many of these shadowy tendrils she felt, but they were in constant motion, massaging, stroking, pressing, and she found it impossible to figure out just how many of them they were. Her clit, as well as her inner and outer lips and perineum, were all teased and rubbed, and she whined softly in delight when one of them finally slithered inside of her. She closed her eyes and let her head loll back, ignoring the man in front of her as she lost herself in pleasure, bucking against her binds as he watched, delighted in her reaction to his game.
Just before she could orgasm, the shadowy fingers withdrew, leaving her bereft, and her eyes snapped open as she glared at him. She was about to issue an angry protest when a band of shadow made its way across her mouth, effectively cutting her off. This did not stop her, and Hades smirked as he heard her muffled protests.
He willed the shadows to pull her up to an upright position again, and nuzzled her face affectionately, hearing her muffled whimper.
“Relax. You will not be denied, but it will be worth the wait,” he assured her before taking a step back. He stood at full attention, his arousal pointed directly at her.
o0o
“See what you do to me, love.” He reached down, giving it several strokes. She nodded eagerly. “Good.” Under her intense stare, he ran his fingers along the swollen glans, pulling down the foreskin gently. Through the shadows that kept his lovely bride captive, he could feel her arousal spike again, and winked at her as he continued, giving himself languid caresses as his cock quivered slightly. Even though he enjoyed the feel of her pretty little mouth or hands on his manhood, simply having her watch also thrilled him.
She tried to speak, her words lost behind her gag, and he winked at her.