by Marie Medina
She ran her fingers through his hair. He’d slowed his movements, surging in different ways. He obviously wanted to make her come again, but she had a more interesting idea. They had all night after all.
She pulled on his hair very hard. He gasped, and she was almost certain she felt his cock get even harder as it jumped slightly within her. “You’re mine to command?”
He smiled down at her. “Oh yes.”
“You’ll do as I say?”
He nodded and tried to kiss her, but she held his head so he couldn’t bridge the final inch. She opened her mind to him and felt his desire building rapidly.
“Then you will come exactly when I say.”
His eyes darkened with lust and he nodded more slowly this time.
She arched her hips and caressed his shaft. His breathing became more labored as she repeated the motion several times. She teased his lips with her tongue, biting gently before pulling back out of his reach. “Faster. Give me more.”
He pushed deep into her and thrust harder and faster. She closed her eyes and ran her hands over her breasts. She felt his body tense. She looked back up at him and smiled wickedly. She ran her fingers over his lips, and he took three of them into his mouth, biting gently.
“Come for me.”
He grabbed both her arms and pushed her down on the bed. With two hard thrusts, he spilled into her. He pressed her into the mattress and kissed her, tasting her deeply and thoroughly. She moaned and returned his lusty kiss as he groaned and collapsed onto her.
“Is this a taste of how demanding my mistress shall be?” he asked when he’d caught his breath.
“Just a taste. It was only my first try. I’m sure I’ll get better.”
He rolled off her. “My beautiful queen,” he said softly as he stroked her face.
“Lover,” she replied.
“Wife,” he said with renewed fire. He moved closer. “I do hope I haven’t worn you out.”
She shook her head and pushed him onto his back. She ran her hands over his stomach, and then down his thighs. With a thought, she had his hands bound to the headboard. His cock stirred as she leaned closer.
“We’re just getting started.”
* * * *
Persephone had looked everywhere, but she couldn’t find Hypnos. She sat down on the grass and sighed. “Hypnos? Are you here? I need to ask you something. It’s for the wedding tomorrow.”
A shadow fell over her, and she looked up at Hypnos.
“Are you avoiding me?” she asked as she stood up and brushed grass off her skirt.
“Not on purpose. Do you need my help?”
“Yes. I want you to do something in the wedding.”
“What?”
“I want you to give me away.”
His face still didn’t show any emotion, but he did become very still. “Wouldn’t it be better for Zeus to do that?”
She shook her head. “He’s going to officiate. Aphrodite will still bless our vows, but Zeus is going to do the talking. I think he’s pretty excited.”
“I’m not sure I’m the best choice.”
“You’re my closest male friend.”
“You know what I mean.”
It had been one month since Thanatos had kidnapped her, one month since it had been revealed through his demise that he and Hypnos were two parts of the same person. All of Olympus had adjusted to this as the cloud the Fates had put in place to protect their secret had dissipated. They all suddenly began to remember when the splitting of Hypnos’ personality had happened and why. They also enthusiastically rejoiced in the fact that it had come to an end because it signified to them that the plan of the Fates had worked. Persephone could tell Hypnos did not share everyone else’s opinion. He had many doubts and fears.
“Yes, I do, but I want you to give me away. I think what happened makes it even more appropriate. It affirms the good that has been done.”
He frowned. “I understand, but I vaguely remember some things.” He reached up and touched her cheek. “The bruise faded quickly, but I know he hit you. I can almost remember it.”
“But that wasn’t you! Zeus and the Fates did this for a reason, and it worked. Because of who you are, the darkness will always be there. Hasn’t this done something good? Don’t you agree it worked? How could you feel such guilt if it hadn’t? Isn’t that part of how Tartarus works?”
“Yes, everything you said makes sense. It doesn’t change how I feel. The first day you were here, when I—”
“When you kissed a beautiful woman because she practically begged you to?”
He looked helpless, as if he didn’t know what to say.
“I’m good at sensing what others feel. That day, you wanted to give me pleasure. That desire came above your own desire not to displease Hades. You want to love. Maybe now you can.”
His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“You weren’t whole for so long. You couldn’t love anyone because loving someone takes everything within you. You’re a better man now. If you won’t believe the Fates, will you believe me?” She reached for his hand. “I could never be afraid of you. You would never hurt me.”
“We can’t settle this in one conversation, Persephone. Can you please choose someone else?”
“No.” Getting Hypnos to accept this honor meant so much to her. Since his transformation, she’d felt fear and guilt from him constantly. At times though, she felt a peace that somehow caught her attention. He’d always been calm before, but something about it had seemed hollow. Now, in those rare moments, she felt his peace was more contented. She could think of no other way to describe it.
“If you command me, I will do as you say.”
She rolled her eyes and threw his hand down. “You know, the men down here are very stubborn.”
To her joy, he laughed. “There’s not much to be done about that.”
She held her hands together in a beseeching gesture. “Please, Hypnos. Remember what the Fates said? I was meant not only to love Hades but also to heal the Underworld? I want everyone at my wedding to see how true it is.”
“It means so much to you?”
“Yes. I will respect your feelings, but I will be very unhappy if you say no.”
He bowed his head in submission. “I will not make my queen unhappy.”
“Your friend. Before anything else, I am your friend.”
“More than anyone else ever has been.”
They stood in silence for a moment. “I want you to come fetch me in the morning. I’ll be at my mother’s house.”
He nodded.
“She approves. So does Hades. I asked them both if they thought you’d say yes. They were hopeful you would. It will make them happy.”
He took her hand and quickly kissed it. “I won’t ruin your day or mar your happiness. In time, I will see things your way.”
She squeezed his hand. “Yes, please believe that. I know you will.”
He released her hand and walked away.
She sighed and looked up at the sky. After a moment, she heard humming. She looked around. In the distance, she saw that someone had joined Hypnos as he walked further into the Valley of Dreams. The figure was petite and wore a dress. Persephone stared for a moment. Somehow, she couldn’t sense who the woman was. Something blocked her. Was the woman one of the dead? Was she dreaming?
That had to be it. The woman was asleep. Persephone had never seen anyone in the Valley of Dreams, except for the day she had watched Hades judging the dead. She wondered if Hypnos had met the woman before. Would he feel different now? She hadn’t thought about how mankind had been affected by Hypnos once again being the god of both sleep and death. She hoped it was going well for him, but more than anything she hoped he would come to her and Hades if he needed help.
* * * *
Hades ran the riding crop over Persephone’s beautifully curved ass. “Such a naughty girl. Trying to sneak into my bed before the wedding.” He swatted her gently.
She sighed. “I’ll go to my mother’s to sleep eventually. But I’m not ready to sleep yet.” She wiggled her bottom. “More, please.”
She lay on her stomach across his bed with her ass lifted by a pillow. He’d been reluctant to mark her skin, only meaning to tease her with the idea, but she seemed so aroused he’d continued with their play. He used the crop to nudge her legs farther apart, and he licked his lips at the sight of her wet pussy.
He teased her clit with the tip of the crop, and he even slid it into her a little. She sighed again, and he saw her channel clenching around it. He withdrew and landed two strikes on each cheek, and she cried out in pleasure. Stepping forward, he slicked his fingers in her juices and licked them. He tossed the crop aside and gripped both cheeks. When she arched, he let go and brought his hand down on her ass. She spread herself more, coming up on her knees, and he grabbed the crop again. He ran it over her pussy and then centered it on her clit before tapping that sensitive nub.
“Hades, please!”
He repeated these taps as he thrust his fingers into her. When they were slick with her desire, he eyed her puckered hole. With her legs spread so wide, she seemed to be inviting him to touch her there. He circled his wet fingers around her anus and then pushed one in. She squealed but didn’t object. He dropped the crop once more so he could pinch her clit and fill her pussy with his fingers.
“Your cock, please,” she whispered.
“Where?” he asked, waiting breathlessly.
She went quiet a moment. “Surprise me.”
Hades nearly came at her words. He pulled out a bottle of lube and worked some into her ass. He fit three fingers into her soon enough, spreading them to stretch her. Next, he reached for the dildo he’d made especially for her. It was the exact size and shape of his own cock, and she loved it, often using it for him. He slid it into her trembling pussy and watched her shiver with need.
He took her hips and moved to enter her. When he slid past the ring of muscles, they both gasped. As desperate as he was to bury himself, he went slowly. The gentle fucking took a long time, her pleasure building until she begged for release. He sped up, and she shattered within moments. He collapsed atop her as he spilled into her tight ass, loving that he had claimed her in a new way.
Once he withdrew and turned her over, he moved to pull the dildo from her. She stopped him.
“We’re not done yet,” she whispered.
“We’re not?”
She practically purred as he arched against him, pushing the dildo deeper. “Not even close.”
* * * *
When Hades was told he could kiss his bride, he wanted nothing more than to carry her straight back to their bedroom. However, he decided against it to avoid the wrath of his new mother-in-law. Demeter pulled Persephone out of his arms and hugged her tightly as most of the gathered guests surged forward.
He truly hadn’t expected this big of a turnout. He inched closer to Hypnos. “Any chance of putting them all to sleep together and letting them dream all this?”
“You trying to get me in trouble again?” he asked.
Hades looked up at him and felt relieved when he smiled. His transformation finally seemed to be doing some good. At first, it had been confusing and almost debilitating, but now that Hypnos had adjusted he’d definitely regained lots of personality. Hades had always been annoyed by this void in Hypnos, but at the time he hadn’t been aware Hypnos’ personality literally had been stripped away. Hypnos as he was after being split into two separate beings had been both the perfect servant and the most boring person to be around. Hades had always simply accepted that the two brothers were meant to be complete opposites. It all made sense now that he knew the truth. The first spark of independent thought or action had come with Persephone’s arrival. Hypnos’ uncharacteristic behavior and the passionate embrace he and Persephone had shared in and of itself had told Hades something significant was going to happen to Hypnos. He simply hadn’t expected anything so dramatic. The Fates had been right not to tell him because everything would have been different if he had known Thanatos’ true nature, and Hypnos’ fate might have been a less happy one as a result.
“No. Not at all. I’m glad you were willing to give Persephone away.”
Hypnos looked at Persephone and smiled wider. He turned back to Hades. “I’m glad she asked me. It meant a lot to me. I think you’ve gained a diplomatic advantage with her. Demeter’s old-fashioned ways might not be perfect, but Persephone knows how to send a message without saying a word. Her choice showed people how she feels about me and what happened, and it shows that the Fates were right about her effect on the Underworld. They’ve all been reassured that what Zeus and the Fates did was for the best.”
Hades nodded. Hypnos had a good point. Despite her lack of socialization in Olympus for so many years, Persephone looked perfectly at ease accepting everyone’s congratulations and good wishes. “I think you’re right. Apollo said you’re all right then?”
Hypnos nodded. “My headaches have stopped. I think everything is going to be fine now.”
“Good. Keep an eye on her if I get trapped talking to anyone. I think she’s still nervous.”
“She does seem a little anxious. Why?”
He sighed. “For so many years, no one knew her very well, especially not men. Only Zeus and Hera really knew her. People thought she was dumb. You know that. No one held it against her or said anything, but they all dismissed her as a silly girl and didn’t think of her as a goddess.”
“I think Eros could relate to that. It’s hard living in that kind of shadow. It’s a very mortal feeling.”
“Exactly. She hasn’t said anything, but I know she wants everything perfect.”
“I’ll do my best. You may be occupied for a while.”
Hades followed Hypnos’ gaze and saw Hera pushing through the crowd. He smiled, but he knew she was carrying cameras by the way she carefully moved around everyone. When she finally emerged, he saw she did indeed have one around her neck and two in her hands.
“Why do we need those?” he asked. “It’s not as if we couldn’t create pictures right out of our own memories.”
“I like real stuff. Stuff I can touch.” She handed him the ones in her hand. “But take them for now. I’m tired of holding them anyway.”
“Isn’t this Aphrodite’s job? You know, annoying people at weddings?”
Hera smiled. “She’s busy.” She pointed across the room. Aphrodite was talking to Hephaestus. They both looked very serious.
“What’s going on?”
“Hephaestus has fallen for someone, finally. I kept pestering him to talk to Aphrodite, but he wouldn’t because of their little affair all those years ago. I guess he was embarrassed or thought it would get complicated.” She rolled her eyes. “Who knows. Ares is so much easier to understand. The point is, he’s either being too shy or the girl isn’t interested. He’s taking his sweet time, but it looks like this could get things rolling.”
Hades looked at Aphrodite’s face. She’d smiled genuinely and been very pleased to bless his union with Persephone, but he’d felt how heavy her heart was when she’d joined their hands. How could Hera not feel it?
“You two talking more?”
Hera thought. “Not officially, but yes, we’re fine. I’m going to talk to her today. She meant well. She would never have tried that spell if she’d known it might hurt Ares. We’ve gotten through worse, and she’s a good friend. We all need each other. I’m glad things aren’t like they once were.”
Hades nodded, though he wondered if Hera would be so enthused if she noticed the look in Hephaestus’ eyes. He touched Aphrodite’s shoulder and whispered to her. He walked away before Hera looked back, but Hades knew that look. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, but he was willing to bet his whole kingdom Aphrodite was the girl Hephaestus had fallen for. It certainly helped to further explain Aphrodite’s mood.
He decided to take a chance. “Let’s go talk to
her.” He offered his arm to Hera and then escorted her over. When Aphrodite looked up, he felt a slight twinge of nervousness she quickly covered up. Hera didn’t seem to notice since the festivities were providing plenty of distractions.
He spoke to Aphrodite quickly in his mind. It’s okay. I’m trying to help. Trust me.
She smiled, and he felt her relax a bit.
He bowed very theatrically to both ladies and handed both cameras to Aphrodite. “I’m acting out of self-interest here, but I want you two ladies to talk. It will save us all from being assaulted digitally for at least a few minutes.”
“We do need to talk,” Aphrodite said.
Hera smiled. “Yes, we do. Poseidon told us how worried you are about Apollo. Zeus and I have been considering it. But I’m going to want a favor in return.”
“Okay. What?”
“I think you’ve already agreed to it. Hephaestus has told you about his problem?”
“Yes, yes he has,” she said quickly.
“Well?”
Aphrodite froze for a second.
Hades gave Hera a playful shove. “She’s going to help him, of course. You two can talk business later. Come on. Make fun of the ugly dresses. Let’s hear some dirty remarks about Persephone tying me up.”
Aphrodite smiled as Hera laughed, and then she touched Hera’s arm. “Of course I’ll help Hephaestus. I want to see him happy. He deserves it.”
“Good!” Hera said. “Hades is right. We can talk about it all later. Let’s go round up the bridesmaids and make sure they all have someone to run off in the woods with later.”
Aphrodite laughed and it seemed genuine. Hades kissed them both on the cheek quickly.
Thank you, Aphrodite said.