by RM Virtues
Persephone didn’t have too many encounters with Tethys, and she preferred it that way. She’s a wolf in wolf’s clothing, and if she did do this, she seems to forget her district only remains standing because Hades was far more forgiving than his brother and stepfather.
“Either way, Zeus made a big mistake fucking with them,” Hecate continues. “Just because he didn’t plant the damn bomb doesn’t mean this isn’t his fault. Whatever trouble comes to the River Styx can certainly be traced back to that jackass.”
Persephone laughs lightly, but she knows it to be true. Hades is so wrapped up in freeing her from his brother that he’s hardly focused on freeing himself. She can’t allow Hades to continue slaving over the man’s every whim when he won’t allow her to. That isn’t how this works. She knows it won’t be easy though. Zeus has been her problem for only a couple of years. He’s been a burden on Hades’ back for decades. That doesn’t simply go away. Even when the weight is removed, he’ll have to learn to walk without it.
“You should go to him,” Hecate whispers, the sound of the water now evident in the air.
Persephone nods, standing up and turning towards the bathroom door. Though she halts after only a step, turning back to Hecate.
“You should too,” she says.
While it sounds as natural as can be, Persephone’s heart has ticked up several speeds, thudding against her ribcage in a raucous beat. She has no clue why she says it, but she doesn’t at all regret it, her gaze unwavering upon the other woman’s. At the moment, she’s worried about Hades, and Hecate seems to have a soothing presence for them both. It’s much easier not to think about the show and the casino and everything else with twice the distraction, and truly, Persephone wants Hecate around right now, in any way possible.
“Join us.”
Hecate seems genuinely surprised at the invitation, and she doesn’t immediately respond. Her thin lips are parted slightly, blue eyes swimming with awe. Persephone finds herself surprised at just how eager she is for the woman to agree, but she suppresses whatever that may look like all over her. Hecate then simply rises to her feet, gaze fixed on Persephone.
“Safeword?” the redhead inquires.
Persephone wets her lips, relief washing over her. “Pomegranate. And - you?”
A smirk. “Dagger.”
Then Hecate pushes her towards the bathroom, following close behind.
Persephone can make out Hades’ large form through the steam, and a chill runs down her spine at the prospect of what is to come. It only just dawns on her how painful it would be if he were to reject her, if he were to reject them both, but she chokes down that fear. It’s too late to turn back now.
The shower is large with multiple heads lining the walls, various water pressures descending upon his body all at once. She and Hecate lock eyes yet again, and it almost feels like a sanctuary of their own, found when everything around them is moving too fast. They undress like that, finding comfort in one another, before Persephone opens the shower door. Hecate enters first, sliding her hands up along Hades’ back as though she’d done it a thousand times. Persephone is willing to bet it’s far more than that, but she takes a moment to simply admire them, the stark contrast between her porcelain hands and the decadent brown expanse of his broad back. Hecate is dwarfed by his size, easily the shortest of the three of them, but there is so much confidence in the way she holds herself that it hardly registers. Persephone’s eyes rake down flawless skin and gentle curves, her red hair flowing down to the center of her back. The taller woman hums her content before moving around the two of them, her palms pressing into Hades’ chest.
His eyes are already filled with a shallow curiosity, and she imagines he recognizes Hecate’s touch but isn’t sure if he’s mistaken amidst his disorientation. Once he sees her however, those eyes widen as he realizes what is occurring. Persephone could laugh at the slow dawning that overtakes his face, but she only smiles, pressing her lips to the skin between her splayed fingers.
She can tell that he has several questions poised upon his tongue. He wants to ask her if she’s okay, if she’s sure, if she remembers her safe word, if something had prompted her to do this. She answers all of them by sliding a hand up around the back of his neck and dragging him down to capture his lips with her own. He relaxes into her as Hecate’s hands appear between them, smoothing over his abdomen. One slips lower along his hip until her dainty fingers are able to take hold of his shaft at the base.
Like Persephone’s, her fingers don’t touch as they encircle him, though the gap between them is noticeably larger for her. She begins to stroke him slowly, and Persephone catches his groan on her tongue. She reaches for his hand, guiding it to her breast. He needs no additional prompting, groping and squeezing, kneading the flesh between his fingers. She moans against his mouth, and Hecate’s hand speeds up slightly. He comes to life in her hold, hardening at a rapid pace and pumping into her palm. His other hand comes up to cup Persephone’s neck, but as he tries to back her into the wall, she pushes him back instead. He gawks at her through heavy eyelids, and she only winks before she begins to kiss down his jaw, his neck, his chest.
Hecate is still moving her fist over him when Persephone’s lips reach his waist, the water cascading down her back. By then, his hands are braced on the wall in front of him. His eyes have followed her descent, and his mouth falls open as she looks up at him through her lashes. Hecate peers at her around him, smirking when she catches the other woman’s gaze. She keeps stroking him, stopping halfway up his cock before moving back down to the base. Persephone takes advantage of the space left for her, dragging her tongue along the underside of his head, catching drops of precum as she goes. A shuddered breath falls over her from above, and pride swells in her chest. She smooths her palms up his legs from knee to hip, gaze still locked on his. Until his eyes begin to flutter.
Persephone’s tongue swirls around his tip in a most tantalizing way until his hips are trembling. She knows he’s fighting to stay still, and she savors it, her nails raking over his skin. She’s growing to crave the power she manages to take from him, pulling it from his hands with unbridled ease to claim as her own. With it, she can move mountains and drain rivers. With it, she can bring a myth of a man to his knees. The only thing that prevents the latter is Hecate holding him upright with a power all her own.
Persephone at last takes him into her mouth, sucking generously, allowing him to adjust to the dual sensation of this and Hecate’s hand. She feels the other woman’s gaze on her. Moments later, their paces are synced, and Hades’ fingers are curling against the shower wall as his groans become more persistent. Persephone takes more of him, teeth scraping over his shaft as her lips come up just short of Hecate’s fingers. Despite the palpable tension, the silence is comfortable, only the sound of Hades’ breathing becoming more labored in the air. Hecate’s fingers recede further as she leans into him, pushing his length deeper into Persephone’s mouth. Persephone gags as he hits the back of her throat. It takes her only a moment to adjust, but she feels his hips jerk harder into her at the sound as he clamps down on a groan. She smiles around him.
“I know you want to fuck that pretty little mouth.”
Hecate’s voice drips around them like warm honey in a tone Persephone has never heard, and this time, Hades is not the only one who shudders. Persephone’s nails dig harder into the backs of his thighs. She still manages to relax her throat as Hecate moves her hand back further, guiding his hips into a decent pace. Persephone’s hands climb up to grip his ass, urging him on until she feels him slip down her throat. He rewards her with a choked “Seph-” before he again speeds up, pumping into her mouth fully.
“That’s a good boy,” Hecate breathes. “Let it go.”
She releases his cock completely, allowing him to stroke until Persephone’s nose hits his groin, earning a loud grunt from behind his gritted teeth. His hand comes off the wall, hovering above Seph’s head, and she nods, encouraging him. Soo
n, his fingers are tangled in her hair, and he relaxes further, knees bending slightly as he sets his own rhythm. The heat of his gaze pours into her like molten gold, and she digs her nails harder into his ass, whimpering around him. He takes the hint, his thrust more forceful as her eyes water. She stretches her tongue out, gagging again, her eyes at last falling shut as tears gather at the edges.
“She takes it so well, doesn’t she?” Hecate hisses, her hands roaming his body again.
Persephone can sense the arousal in the other woman’s voice, and she finds herself wondering if Hecate is as wet as she is. Her own thighs are slick with want, and she reaches out instinctively to find the redhead’s. She rests her hand against Hecate’s thigh just as Hades bottoms out in her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head. Once she recovers, she blindly moves her hand between Hecate’s legs, the other woman stepping sideways eagerly to allow the access. Persephone is elated to find that she is correct; Hecate is just as slick, if not more so. Pressing her palm against the skin just below Hecate’s stomach, she lets her thumb find the redhead’s clit, massaging it and drawing the first unhinged sound from her.
Hades’ reaction is evident, nearly on his tiptoes as he shoves his cock as far down Persephone’s throat as possible. Her hand slows, but Hecate soon takes it in her own, guiding the motions and pleasuring herself with Persephone’s touch. It’s intoxicating, from the atmosphere itself to the growing symphony of sounds. The pace quickens, and the pressure builds at a rate to match. Tears flow freely down Persephone’s cheeks as she hollows them, sucking him down now as he fucks her mouth. More out of desperation than anything, she turns her hand, slipping two fingers between Hecate’s folds and curling them inside of her. The redhead’s hips buck, her yelp ricocheting off of the tiles. She’s riding Persephone’s fingers within moments, nails clawing at Hades’ chest. Hades now has both hands buried in Persephone’s curls, tightening his hold as he rests his head against the wall. His balls slap her chin, and she hums around him, using the vibrations to enhance his pleasure. She has to admit, she’s surprised by her own ability, but she doesn’t question it now, taking all that he has to offer her in stride.
He comes first, and he comes hard. With a sharp thrust and a firm hand keeping her forehead pressed into his abdomen. She swallows and swallows as his load coats her throat, focusing on the feeling rather than the absence of air. She presses her digits firmly into Hecate’s walls, thumb more fervent against her clit. The other woman ruts against Hades as she takes Persephone’s fingers, her wanton moans now spilling forth unchecked. It is yet another dose of power, the high making Persephone feel monolithic, even on her knees. Two of the most powerful people in Khaos Falls, and they are coming apart around her, for her.
“Damn, Seph,” Hades grunts.
He pulls out of her, and she takes a moment to rest her head against his thigh, gulping down air. He combs his fingers through her hair, his knees still shaking against her. Once she gathers the strength, she pushes herself to her feet, moving around him to walk Hecate back into the wall until their chests are pressed together. Persephone can now focus on her ministrations, but she reaches back and takes Hades’ hand, dragging him up behind her. She plunges her fingers deeper into Hecate’s pussy, and the redhead’s eyes burn into hers before she pulls Persephone into a bruising kiss.
Hades’ mouth finds Persephone’s neck, his large hands bracketing her hips. He presses his length against her ass, and he’s still —or perhaps again— semi-hard. She rolls her own hips with a moan, body pressed between both of them, and her skin is buzzing with electricity. His hand slips over her ass and down between her thighs, his thick fingers teasing her folds from behind as Hecate’s teeth tug on her lip.
Before Persephone can demand that he stop playing with her and give her what she wants, Hecate’s hands are on her ass, pulling her closer as the redhead bucks and grinds right through a shattering orgasm. She cries out, head falling back against the wall as she comes, her juices pouring into the brunette’s hand. Persephone’s mouth assaults her neck, nipping and sucking until Hecate’s finished riding it out. Once she does, Persephone withdraws her fingers, turning to push them into Hades’ mouth. His eyes are obsidian pools as he takes the offering with eager haste. Persephone’s thighs rub together. She hopes they aren’t tired yet. She has so many ideas she wants to get through tonight.
22
Hades
The journey from the shower to the bed is a blur. Hell, the journey from the casino floor to the suite is a blur, but neither more so than the journey from silence to...this. He can admit he’s surprised, not simply by what is now occurring but by the fact that Persephone seems to be running the show. She directs them with nothing more than the movement of her body and the touch of her hands. Hades is keen to melt for both, but he never thought Hecate would be so weak for it too. That may be the biggest surprise of them all. Regardless, they’ve certainly accomplished what they set out to do. He’s all but forgotten about the chaos downstairs. For now.
Their collective movements are as fluid as water, falling into a writhing pile of tangled limbs and sultry sounds upon his sheets. From one breath to the next, he’s on his back, and Persephone is lowering herself down on his face, taking a seat on his jaw. She looks down at him with mischief in her eyes, as though she knows just how badly he wants to be inside her. Nonetheless, he wouldn’t dare complain, as eager to please her in this position as any other. He stretches his tongue out before her obediently, curling the tip against her clit and eliciting a guttural moan from her just as he feels Hecate’s hand around his cock, lining him up with her slit. He takes Persephone’s clit into his mouth, and Hecate takes the whole of him into her pussy, their collective cries falling over him like a heavy rain. Hecate snatches his hands from where they cling to the sheets, pressing her tits into his palms as she begins to move. Again, she and Persephone fall in sync, and if he weren’t so overwhelmed with the dual sensations, he would wonder just how much of this they had planned beforehand.
Persephone soon grips the headboard, grinding down against his mouth. He relinquishes her clit in favor of sweeping his tongue over her folds, scraping his teeth across them along the way before he pushes his tongue inside of her. She doesn’t miss a beat, riding it the way Hecate rides his dick, his hands kneading the redhead’s breasts. They venture down her abdomen when she leans back, and as she braces her hands on his thighs, he seeks out her sensitive clit and begins to massage it. Her hips are immediately more insistent, rolling between both points of impact in need of the friction. After watching how quickly Persephone had made her come, Hades is hungry to unravel her himself this time. They have robbed him of all control, and he basks in it. While Hades has never shied away from being useful, he is still used to holding the reins. He can admit that Persephone and Hecate are the only people he has ever been submissive for, the only people he has ever wanted to be submissive for, in any capacity. It makes this all the more fitting.
He doesn’t know who comes first this round. All he knows is that Persephone is swirling her hips at the same time Hecate is bouncing hard on his cock, and his senses are overloaded in a very short amount of time. Then he’s filling up Hecate, calling out against Persephone’s walls as she covers his face in her own orgasm. Even with his eyes in the back of his head and his body trembling, arching off of the bed, he laps up every drop that he can. He feels Hecate’s arousal streaming down his shaft and across his thighs. She slaps Persephone’s ass with a hoarse groan as the brunette moves down Hades’ body far enough to crush her mouth against his own, kissing him deeply. He’s still dazed when she pulls away, beard slick with her.
“You still got somethin’ for me, Baby?” she asks.
It takes a moment to catch his breath. “You know damn well I do.”
They move like cogs in a well kept machine. Hades slips out from beneath them, playfully shoving Hecate down on her back against the pillows he’d just been pressed into. Persephone needs no guidance,
lowering herself down between the redhead’s thighs and leaving her ass up for Hades’ access. He licks his lips, eyes trailing along the arch of her back. She slips her hands beneath Hecate’s ass, pulling her closer. Hecate’s eyes are fixed on Persephone as she fists the sheets, her chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation.
Hades only watches at first, hands lax at his sides. Persephone gives Hecate’s slick folds a long, languid lick. The redhead bites her lip, and it’s evident how hard she’s fighting not to buck her hips. She looks up at Hades for a brief moment, and he smirks. Then right before his eyes, her face is contorted into shock and awe, then unbridled pleasure.
He takes hold of his shaft as Persephone works her mouth over Hecate’s clit, and he’s hard again before she even slips her fingers down to toy with Hecate’s sensitive lips. He moves closer, slipping his cock between Persephone’s cheeks, proud to hear her whimper amidst her ministrations. He spreads her open with his thumbs as he grips her, grunting in time with each roll of his hips. He drags it out for the sake of them both, having found the utmost joy in their foreplay thus far. They may have each drawn an orgasm out of the other, but that doesn’t negate the need. He wants her dripping all over again before he thrusts inside of her.
She doesn’t disappoint.
When he finally drags his tip down through her folds, she is soaked, her arousal collecting along his erection in excess. She shifts her hips back towards him, but he matches the movement, keeping just out of reach. She looks back at him with a pout, but he reaches forward with a quickness, gripping her neck and guiding her face right back down into Hecate’s pussy.
“Don’t hold out on her now,” he commands, although it takes him a moment to realize he’s spoken. “Fuck her with your tongue, your fingers. Make her come again.”