by Myles, Jill
Frustrated, she sank lower in her bath. She would be forced to leave him… unless she took drastic measures. It was time to take a gamble, Rose realized. She had one card left to play, and she could play it tonight.
If things went right, she’d end up with the man and the happy ever after.
And if not?
Well, she was screwed anyway.
~*~
Hades paced outside his bedroom. Inside, Persephone waited for him. She’d said she would be his tonight… except tonight would never come.
Hermes, Zeus’s messenger, had been at his palace earlier today. He’d carried a furious message from Zeus about Persephone’s kidnapping. Demeter was withholding her powers until her daughter was returned to her. Zeus was furious at his brother for betraying him. Dionysus was furious that his bride had been stolen from him.
Hades did not care about any of them. All he wanted was Persephone. Every day she’d spent with him, she’d further convinced him that she was the bride for him. She would make an incredible queen, and an even more incredible wife. He loved her spirit, her beauty, her sexuality, her curiosity. Everything that was Persephone was pleasing to him.
Except, perhaps, her stubbornness. But he couldn’t fault her for that, either. It was just another thing that made her so unique to him.
And why he was keenly feeling her loss, even though she had not yet left his realm.
He knew he must tell her that she must return to the world above. Hermes had made Zeus’s orders quite clear. Even now, the messenger god was waiting to return Persephone to the world above and her mother’s protective custody.
He had nothing to tie her here. His love for her would not be enough. Persephone had made her own choice by not eating or drinking, and all the sensual delights that he’d promised to show her would have to wait.
“Make haste, Hades,” Hermes said impatiently, crossing his thin arms and tapping a winged sandal on the marble floors. “I’m under orders to bring her back this evening. Demeter is causing quite a fuss, as you can imagine.”
Oh, he could. Hades glared at the messenger one last time, then opened the doors to the bedroom.
An incredible picture was laid out before him.
On a white, silk-draped couch, Persephone reclined, completely nude. Her tanned skin
glowed with health, golden brown all over. Her long, curling hair had been artfully arranged with tumbled leaves, splashes of green in her sunset mane. Her small, high breasts thrust into the air, her nipples hard, as if anticipating the sight of him.
She was a goddess in every sense of the word. Beautiful, strong, and sure of herself.
In front of her lay a silver tray and a knife. A pomegranate had been split, dozens of juicy red seeds spilling out on the tray in front of her.
“Hermes,” Persephone said in an even, steady voice. “How nice to see you.”
And she popped a pomegranate seed into her mouth.
Joy rushed through him as her green eyes flicked to him and her mouth curved in a smile stained with pomegranate juice. With that small gesture, she’d proven her choice.
Not just to him, but to the gods themselves.
Hermes’s lip curled as Hades glanced back at the messenger. “Zeus is not going to be
pleased.”
“He cannot take my bride from me,” Hades said, a triumphant note in his voice. “You know the laws of the underworld.”
The messenger god gave a haughty sniff. “I’ll share this news with Lord Zeus.” And he zipped out of the room, faster than light.
It was only Hades and Persephone in the bedchamber, now. He approached his goddess, his heart swelling with love for her. Even as he approached, she lightly popped another seed into her mouth.
“You have chosen, my love?” he asked.
She leaned forward, running a hand along the curve of her breast in a sensual gesture. “I choose you. I want a lifetime of pleasure at your side. I want to rule the underworld with you. I won’t settle for being just your assistant. I want so much more.”
“You shall have everything,” he said in a husky voice, pushing aside the tray and sitting on the couch next to her lovely reclining body. “Everything.”
“I know,” she said, and a reddish-tinged smile curved her lips. “That is why I think we’ll be good together. You want me to be happy.”
His fingers brushed over her silky cheek. “You have made me very happy, my queen.”
She nuzzled against his touch, smiling.
There was another pop of the atmosphere. “Zeus is angry,” Hermes announced, returning with a whoosh of a breeze that startled Persephone. “And Demeter is furious. She says you are holding her daughter captive.”
“I’m not a captive,” Persephone said in a firm voice. “I’m the queen of the underworld.”
Hermes sighed and zipped away again.
“They will fight us on this,” Hades observed, warning her.
“Of course they will,” she said in a soft voice. “The goddess of spring doesn’t belong in such a dark place. I have chosen to be at your side. Now, kiss me and show me that I’ve made the right choice.”
He did, leaning down over the couch to brush his lips over hers. It was not a kiss of possession, but one of intense tenderness, and she smiled up at him.
“Will Hermes be back?” She asked.
He paused for a minute. “No,” he decided. “They will be expecting us to return to Olympus tomorrow, with our tails tucked between our legs. And I will not let them have you back.” “My thoughts exactly.” She seemed almost sad.
Hades stood up from the couch and picked her up in his arms. “Then, we move to the bed.”
He carried her slim figure across the room, pleased at how her arms twined around his neck. He laid her gently in the bed as if he carried the greatest of treasures.
She smiled up at him, looking quite pleased with herself.
He got up and quickly crossed the room, shutting the double doors and locking them. If Hermes did return, he’d get the hint to stay out of their bedroom. With that done, he returned to Persephone’s side, stripping out of his own clothing.
She rolled over onto her side, watching him undress with avid, fascinated eyes. Her gaze was appreciative as she regarded him, his broad, muscled chest and flat abdomen. He was a big man
—all the Olympians were—but he suspected she found his form pleasing, and this pleased him in return. Her gaze dropped to his cock, hard and thick and ready, and a feminine little gasp tore from her throat.
“I’d forgotten how big you are,” she admitted, her fingers clenching in the silken sheets, as if holding herself back from reaching out to touch him. “You’re much more well-endowed than the human man we saw earlier.”
“You flatter me, my lovely queen.” He positioned himself over her and then simply stared down at her, naked and lovely in his bed. “This is a sight I have dreamed of.”
“I never thought to have this,” she admitted, running a finger along one of his flat pectorals.
“This?” he prompted.
“Love. Affection. Sex.” She shook her head. “I thought it would be out of my grasp forever.”
He leaned in to kiss her again. This time, his kiss was not soft. It was possessive and deep, pleasure spiraling through him when her soft lips parted beneath his. He stroked his tongue against hers, coaxing and rubbing against it until she was moaning in his arms, lost in the pleasure of his kiss.
As he kissed her, he lifted a hand and cupped one of her lovely breasts. His tongue brushed against hers in a teasing circular motion, and he repeated it with his fingertips on her nipple. She mewled her pleasure, arching up against him.
“So sweet,” he whispered. “How I’ve ached to make you mine.”
Hades pressed another light kiss to her mouth, then dipped to her throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh of her neck. She moaned her delight at that, her hands going to twine in his dark hair. He continued to lavish attention on her neck and
collarbone, kissing and sucking every inch of flesh as he made his way downward. When he was in the valley of her breasts, he lightly kissed between them and then moved his mouth to one erect nipple, flicking it with his tongue.
“Oh, Hades,” she gasped. “Your mouth feels so good.”
His sweet Persephone was watching him with wide eyes, that soft, erotic look on her face. He tongued her nipple again, swirling around the nipple and then sucking it deep into his mouth.
When she threw her head back, he released it and then lightly bit at the tip.
Her hips bucked underneath him, a sure sign that his goddess was more and more aroused by the minute.
But Persephone had beautiful little breasts, and he wanted to spend time with them. So he kissed and sucked and teased each nipple, toying with it and enjoying the variety of gasps and moans she made in response. He’d copy the sensation on her other breast, using his fingertips to tease the nipple when his mouth could not be there. And just when she was arching and moaning for him, he’d switch to the other breast and start the delicious torture all over again.
By the time he slid down to her belly and kissed her navel, her hips were writhing on the bed with abandon, need coursing through her. “Hades, please,” she moaned.
“What would you like for me to do, my lovely queen?”
Her hips undulated on the bed even as she tangled her fingers in his hair and pushed him downward. “Put your face there and lick me like the human man did to his lover.”
His demanding little queen. Hades grinned and slid lower, hovering over her thighs to prolong the torture.
She quivered underneath him in anticipation, waiting.
With his thumb, he casually slid apart the wet folds of her pussy and examined her. “Now this is quite the juicy fruit to feast upon.”
A whimper escaped her. “And… are you going to feast?”
“Oh yes,” he told her in a husky voice and then descended to give her a slow, thorough lick.
A gasp shot from her throat, her legs bucking around his ears. “Oh, Hades!”
He licked at her clit, swirling his tongue around the little bud, then flicking at it the way he had her nipple. She was so slick here, her folds dark pink with need. He grazed a finger at the entrance of her core even as he continued to lick and suck at her clit, nuzzling her flesh.
She was wild underneath him, delirious with pleasure. Her words became a moaning cry of his name and something that sounded a bit like “Please” or “More” and was somehow neither.
Even as he sucked on her clit, he stroked a finger deep inside her. She was as hot and tight as he remembered, and he wanted to get her ready for his cock. She was incredibly wet, though, her flesh giving to his invasion. He was a big man, however, and he added a second finger, gently fucking her with it.
“Hades,” she keened when he pressed his tongue to her clit. “Oh gods, please, I…”
He sucked again, hard, even as he gave another sharp, driving thrust of his fingers. Her pussy rippled around his fingers and she gave a little scream as she came, her orgasm rocking through her, pussy milking his fingers tight. Gods, she was incredible.
Hades licked her for a moment longer, prolonging her orgasm until she was panting and weak under him, her gaze dazed. He moved back up to her and kissed her lightly, letting her taste her own juices on his lips. “You are beautiful, my love.”
“That was incredible,” she said in a dreamy voice. “Your technique is much better than the man in the field’s.”
He laughed at her saucy words. “We’re not done yet, my love.” He nestled his cock against her damp sex and rocked against her. The head of his cock was covered in pre-cum, he was so hard and ready for her, but he wanted to make sure she knew what was coming next.
She brushed her body against his, the movement languid. Her hands ran over his chest, scratching her nails against his skin. “My beautiful lord of the underworld.”
Hades groaned. She was going to cause him to spend before he could bring her to pleasure again. “This will hurt the first time, love.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I’m ready.”
She was—she was wet and willing, her thighs spread for him, her pussy slick from desire.
But Olympians were not small men, and he knew she would have to adjust to his girth. He shifted, placing the crown of his cock against her damp opening. His gaze moved back to her face, but she was looking up at him with trust and affection. She wanted this as much as he did.
He sank into her. Just the tip of his cock—she was squeezing him so tightly that he had to go slow. The sensation felt so incredible that it drew the breath from his lungs—and she gasped as well.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked through gritted teeth, even though he only had the head sank into her tight sheath.
“No,” she told him in a breathy voice. “Don’t stop until you’re deep inside me.”
He wouldn’t, then. His gaze locked to her green-eyed one, he pushed in, intense inch by intense inch. She bit her lip but said nothing, even as he continued to push into her warmth. She was like a glove over his cock, hugging him so tightly that it was exquisite. His entire body was tense with need—he wanted to pound into her, but that would hurt her.
And then her skin met his thighs, and he had sunk all the way into her, so deep that her breath was coming in shallow little gasps, her skin stretched tight around his cock. He looked down at their joined bodies and was unable to stop his hips from surging forward.
She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Do you hurt?”
“Hurts a little,” she told him, then bit her lip again.
He remained still, sweat trickling down his brow as he remained in place, determined to give her time to adjust to him. The tight squeeze of her pussy was driving him mad, but he had to ignore it until she was ready for more.
After a few moments, she gave her hips a tentative flex and then gazed back up at him. “Will you kiss me again?”
He leaned in and kissed her, stroking his tongue deep into her welcoming mouth. She kissed him back, her tongue twining with his, and they lay like that for long moments. Then he stroked his tongue deep into her mouth again and repeated the motion with a flex of his hips, driving his cock deeper inside her.
She gave a little gasp against his mouth.
“Did you like that?”
She nodded, her eyes wide. Her tongue licked against his again, encouraging him. He flicked his tongue into her mouth once more, pumping into her with his hips. She moaned against his lips. “You’re so deep inside me.”
“I am,” he rasped. “Inside my beautiful love.”
She quivered at that, her breasts bouncing, and he withdrew slowly, then sank back into her again. This time there was no flinch of pain, and he began to slowly, deliciously make love to his goddess. His strokes were sure and even, his pace steady as his mind focused solely on her and giving her pleasure.
Persephone was tentative at first, then began to raise her hips in time with his, until she was rising to meet him with each one, their skin slapping with the impact of every motion. Her breasts bounced with the rough fucking, but she seemed to love it, small whimpers of need rising from her throat with every hard thrust of his cock. Her fingers went to her breasts and she began to stroke her nipples in time with his movements.
She needed more. He’d give her more.
He grabbed one of the pillows next to her head and lifted her hips, then stuffed the pillow under their joined bodies. She looked at him curiously as her hips tilted up. When he thrust the next time, though, her eyes widened, her mouth forming a silent O of surprise.
“Did that feel good?” There was a spot inside a woman that if he stroked against it when he fucked her, it would make her wild. Normally he didn’t care enough about his partners to find it.
With Persephone, though, it was different.
“I…I don’t know.”
So he thrust again, a
nd all the breath whooshed out of her lungs. He’d take that as a yes. He began to slam into her again, hard and rocking their joined bodies backward, and he felt the change in Persephone. There was a tension in her legs now, her fingers gripping him tight, and her motions as she clung to him jerky, as if she were on the verge again already.
And she was making soft, wild little noises in her throat at each thrust, her eyes squeezed tight with pleasure.
He thrust harder, and faster, determined to make her come. It didn’t take long. She dragged one hand from his back and tugged at her nipple again, and her mouth opened in another O. But this time she screamed, her pussy clenching tight around him in hard, heavy spasms. She was coming, and she was coming hard.
Hades thrust harder, teeth gritted as he struggled to maintain control. He could not; he was lost. “Persephone!” he cried out as he sank deep into her again and came, spurting his seed deep inside her. His entire body stiffened and then he fell on top of her, spent.
Her arms trembled and then slowly wrapped around his neck again. He was sweaty, he
noticed. She was sweaty, too. And smiling. There was a dazed, content expression on her face, and she leaned in to lightly lick one of the beads of sweat off his nose.
“How long before we can do that again?” she asked, her voice a low, pleased purr.
She’d make an amazing queen, indeed. He chuckled and kissed her skin everywhere he could reach. Just before he was drifting off to sleep with her body curled against his, she sighed and whispered something into his ear.
“My name is Rose.”
~*~
Hours later, Rose woke up, the large, muscular body of Hades draped over hers. The sheets on the bed had long ago been tossed to the ground. She slid out of the bed inch by inch, careful not to awaken him from his slumber. Then, when she’d crept out of the bed, she glanced back to look at him.
He was beautiful in his sleep, as handsome and sculpted as a marble statue. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight and she crossed her fingers. Please, please let him understand.
Then, she turned to her duty, her heart heavy.
The helmet lay on a dais at the far end of the room, surrounded by runes of power to guard it.