In the midst of their passion, Hades crawled back to claim her wife’s gaping mouth and began pressing herself into her sweet hotness.
“Oh, Hades…” Persephone mourned. She felt her wife going and going, deeply searching for the core of her innocence, and when Hades found it, a strike of lightning zapped her whole body. Persephone writhed and twisted with a gripping bliss she had never known.
Hades began taking her more ravenously until Persephone's breaths faltered, her heart raced out of control. She could sense an unraveling crescendo coming upon her. Like a tremendous storm waging within her youthful womb, shaking her walls until they crumbled all around, Persephone felt her world shattered, giving birth to a new brand new one. Her toes curled, her legs stiffened and her midriff convulsed with a shocking pleasure. She tried to muffle her screams but to no avail. Until she was out of breath and her lungs heaved for air that the spasms stopped.
Her whole being shook and shivered like a newborn deer. It left every marrow of her bones hollow and her muscles weak. Hades kissed her breasts with a smile and let her rest limply beneath her. She stared into her queen’s glazed eyes with longing.
“Persephone, the fairest of all maidens, be it yours, my heart and soul,” she whispered soothingly into her ear, her lips caressed her skin. "Though one day we shall part, we shall surely meet again, and the ties which bind us are not ties which end but will bind us forever."
With those truthful words, Hades gently gathered Persephone into her arms. The still-trembling goddess snuggled against her wife’s soft pale bosoms. She found comfort and warmth with the older woman, who was so different from the image of a cold-hearted ruler she once thought.
“I take your words to heart, my bed companion, my soul, my wife, my beloved Hades.”
Once again, Persephone found the dark goddess's lips with her own and their bodies entwined with one another. Their immortal hearts filled with an overflowing joy for their love shall stand the test of time.
Outside, all was quiet under the dome of the Underworld. As the married couple lay together, none dared overstep the threshold of the black palace or disturb the newly wedded pair during their honeymoon. Death walked not on earth and no one wept beside the funeral pyre that night. The wave brought no destruction to the sailors, neither the spear to the warrior's heart. Cities flourished as mankind matured from the hardship of the winter.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Svetlana Ivanova first started writing as a hobby. As her passion in creative writing grows stronger, she began to write for young audience, especially the LGBT readers. She likes to create bizarre stories with unexpected plots and likes to think of herself as a writer version of a mad scientist. She enjoys creating a strange world where people’s suppressed sexuality and fantasies can roam freely. If she isn't writing her stories, she's daydreaming about her stories.
Other books by Svetlana Ivanova:
The romanov princess
Anastasia Romanov The sequel
Cursed Blood
Black Knight
Daughter of the Naga (coming soon)
Hades: Goddess of the Underworld (Lesbian Version) Page 9