by Lucas, Naomi
“Let me in,” he rasped the order.
Cyane’s chest rose and fell against his, but she did as he’d bidden and parted her thighs, giving him a slip of space. He pressed his hips forward, sliding his cock into the gap...
Cerberus closed his eyes in reverie and groaned.
Trembling, Cerberus opened his eyes and looked down at where they were connected. He groaned again.
“You... The heat.” Words escaped him. The heat flooded him, hurt him, and begged him for more.
Overwhelming.
“More.” He didn’t recognize his own voice.
Cerberus drew back his hips when the heat became too much, only to realize his horrid mistake as he slipped from her. Cold. He pushed back down between her thighs. His gasping increased, and his arms strained to hold himself up into a position to push in and out while keeping her perfectly in place.
If she moved and took away his pleasure, he didn’t know what he’d do.
Pressure released from his cock’s head, and his mouth fell upon Cyane’s neck where her pulse raced erratically. His back arched as new sensations ricocheted through him. The pressure-pain built again, and his tongue licked her pulse.
He thrust.
The bed moved underneath them. He slipped his hands under Cyane’s shoulders and held her tightly to him. Sweat decreased the friction of his thrusting, and the need for more consumed him. He pushed in and out of the gap between her thighs with harder, quicker jerks.
The pressure in his loins grew so heavy he thought he might be losing his mind. A roar tore out of his throat, and his grip on Cyane tightened. Going mad.
Pleasure exploded through him, and he shook, the pressure dissolving suddenly into near-blissful waves. He groaned and rasped as hellfire erupted within him, his body jerking in a way he couldn’t control. On her, over her, like the thousands of couplings he’d seen from a distance.
He thrusted several more times, slipping between her wet thighs, feeling beyond warm, and instead, feeling excruciatingly hot. The closest he’d felt like this was after battling the titans long ago, but even that paled in comparison.
His body continued to shake even after the momentous eruption left him. His breathing relaxed, and he loosened his grip on Cyane, helping her settle into the bed beneath him. Her hands fell from his body, and he rose up to take her beauty in.
She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly like his. Her eyes were wide, and he couldn’t place the emotion on her face. Surprise? He lifted further up, slipping his member from between her thighs.
“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” he asked.
She shook her head. Shock maybe?
Her thighs were dewy and wet and slicked with his seed. He reached up and touched his brow, feeling the dampness of sweat there as well.
His eyes lingered on the hair at the crux of her legs and then her breasts before finding her face again.
His heart raced, his cock grew hard again. He found the more he tried to figure her out, and the longer she lay beneath him, the more the feel of her skin on his acted as a trigger. He waited for her to speak, to say something, but she just continued to study him with that strange, stunned expression.
He’d experienced more pleasure than he ever had in his life, had finally understood why Hades thought Aphrodite may be the strongest god of them all, and…
She has nothing to say?
Anger filled him. “What is the matter, mortal?” Cyane had been privy to him when he was most vulnerable, and she was not pleased?
Her lips parted, and his gaze dropped to them. It made his cock twitch.
“I…” Cyane began.
“What?” he snapped.
She blushed. “You’re a virgin?” Her voice was barely audible, almost as if she was afraid to ask.
A virgin? He never considered himself anything but the son of Typhon and Echidna, brother to Chimera and Hydra, guardian of Tartarus’s gates, and ally to Hades. Virgin just didn’t fit with that. Females were virgins, not males of his ilk.
“No,” he gritted. “I only wish to be warm.”
She nodded slowly. Her legs moved against his as she rose up on her elbows.
“I make you warm?”
“I make you warm, too,” he fumed, sliding a thumb across her brow where her own sweat had gathered.
Cyane nodded again, still watching him in that strange way. “Are you warm now?”
His back was cooling down, his cock the same. Its pressure returned, its near-painful rigidity.
“No,” he growled, falling upon her again.
Cerberus grabbed her legs and spread them wide, pressing his body hard against hers, near suffocating her in the bed. This time when his cock landed, it hit her sex, sliding hard and heavily against it.
Shock still filled Cyane. She couldn’t grasp what exactly was happening between them. Part of her mind still lingered with sleep and the tipsiness that refused to leave her since the nectar she drank so long ago… At least it seemed long ago.
He rammed his length against her again and again, his grunts filling her ears. “What is this?” he growled at first. “What hell is this?” He moved over her, lifting himself up to look at where he rubbed, glanced at her face, and then pushed back down over her as if he needed to feel her completely against him.
She smiled at the naive chaos behind his actions.
His shaft shifted angle just a little, and suddenly, he was moving vigorously over her clit. Her breath hitched, and she pressed her thighs together to hold him near her. Wetness gushed from her—from him—she had no idea, but despite the shock, the longer their rocking continued, the more the sensation within her grew.
He was a virgin, even if he wouldn’t admit it. And she was about to be his first. Any nervousness she felt before about being inadequate was gone.
The smell of sex filled her nose. Her nostrils flared.
She hooked her legs over his thighs, digging her heels into the muscled backs of them, and shunted upward as he thrust down. He was so hard, and his muscles moved like boulders.
Their pelvis’s slammed together, and she flung her head back.
“Yes!” She cried.
A grunt. “Yes, what?”
“Don’t stop!” A harried gasp.
Cerberus pushed back up onto his elbows and grabbed handfuls of her hair. His eyes were a fever pitch of violent, unrestrained red.
Cyane lost her breath. They were so beautiful, so uncanny. Sweat dripped from his face to land on her brow and on her cheeks. She licked it, salty and delectable. Their noses bumped, his tongue swept out to lash her skin like an animal. Her mouth parted, hoping it would find its way into her.
He battered her clit, and her sleepiness fled. She was fully awake now.
She couldn’t fill her lungs, couldn’t find her breath.
Honor filled her almost as much as lust.
Cerberus still hadn’t breached her, and she was dying for him too. She reached around him and dug her nails into his back. His hips bucked into her. A guttural noise filled her ears.
Shaking, she begged. Please, please. She pulled her legs further up his hips, her bliss so close. So close!
His teeth scraped across her face, his tongue everywhere. Cyane gripped him with her thighs as much as she could. Everything was wet between them now. Wet and hard, and her legs kept slipping across his skin. It was infuriating and delicious.
He moved up slightly, and she shifted with him. He rammed back down, and whether on purpose or by accident, his tip found her entrance.
Cerberus slammed home with his next rut.
A scream tore from her throat. Cyane’s eyes wrenched shut.
He stilled above her.
Cyane clenched around him, her body tense, pulsing, fighting him off—fighting him out—but he didn’t move. His cock filled her, stretched her, bringing both pain and bliss.
Her sex constricted, again and again, her climax growing hard and violent. It wanted to erupt from her, li
ke a screaming fiend. Her nails clawed his back, her hips shook from side-to-side, and her hold on him tightened as each gripping wave shot through her.
He remained still. She didn’t have the ability to open her eyes and find out why.
She didn’t know how long she fought beneath him, trying to simultaneously push him aside and keep him planted firmly within her. She rolled and shattered and shook, fighting for breath as much as her freedom, unable to understand...
What was happening to her?
A godly being was fully seated deep inside her. Even with her very limited experience, Cyane knew this wasn’t what sex should feel like.
“I can’t!” she heard herself screech again and again, and yet he didn’t move, and she didn’t let him go.
Her eyes shot open—finally! She found him gazing, disbelieving, down at her. Snakes, snouts, teeth, and brimstone smoky breaths filled her vision. She wasn’t covered in sweat anymore but awash in drooling saliva.
“Cyane? Cyane!” she heard Cerberus say from somewhere very far away...
But darkness called her, and she surrendered to unconsciousness.
Goddess of Nightmares
Cerberus!
Cyane woke suddenly, shooting up in bed. Her hands flung up to her neck to feel her racing pulse and then skimmed her skin, moving hurriedly down her arms and chest. A whistling sound filled her ears. Her gaze snapped about as she pulled her legs under her.
She was alone.
I don’t feel alone.
Cerberus wasn’t on top of her, or beside her, or watching her from a distance. Even his hounds were missing, but she still sensed him all over her. Her sex still fluttered continuously, feeling so painfully full, like he was still there.
She reached down to find nothing amiss.
But he was still inside her, she knew it—the stretch and burn from his sudden penetration remained. The heaviness of his shaft was probing heavily deep within, making her wince, making her moan. Her body fought, working to understand the overwhelming pressure.
Cyane closed her thighs tight and writhed on the bed. Her nails ripped at the sheets. Oh, god, please!
She pressed her palms back to her chest where her heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst. Minutes passed as she tried to calm herself. Aching and needing. Dampening the sheets with more of her essence.
And despite feeling him all around her, still inside her, she was alone.
The whistling sound grew louder through it all, eventually pulling her out of her torment.
Cyane pushed herself back up, falling back down twice with pleasure before she was able to stand. She staggered to her feet. Her legs bowed as she found her footing, knowing Cerberus’s cock was still seated deep within her, somehow.
She didn’t know how, but her mind didn’t linger, pushing through her physical confusion. Nothing was normal here.
The whistling in her ears refused to be ignored.
Another chiton dress was laid out for her, and she worked it over her head. The weightless material fell to the tops of her feet.
Perhaps it was a consequence of taking a creature like Cerberus inside her body. Something wet licked her cheek, followed by something warm nuzzling the same spot. Teeth brushed the place afterward. Cyane pressed her hand to her skin and rubbed the sensations away. He was still with her!
Her gaze shot everywhere searching for Cerberus but couldn’t find him.
Her eyes drifted to the table where a loaf of bread and fruit were laid out on a platter. She wandered over to it and picked up a grape.
Still not hungry.
She set the grape back down. She moved to the bath where tendrils of steam plumed softly into the air. Cyane dipped her hand in the water, and it came out slippery with minty oils. She wiped her hand dry on her skirt.
Thrust, lick, groan. Her hips shot forward, and she clasped the side of the tub, screaming with pleasure. Her hips jerked several more times, moved by some unseen force. Her inner thighs grew slick.
It stopped, and she collapsed to the floor, resting her brow on the side of the bath. She waited for the next onslaught, but it didn’t come.
A crash like a giant wave startled her. Several more followed after it, jolting her body each time. The sound came from outside the room, from the terrace. She pulled herself to her feet. But as she neared, she noticed Hades’s castle was missing, and the odd crashes grew with the sound of whistling.
What the? Styx and its current of souls were gone too. It was replaced by a wild black and red ocean in every direction. The waves hitting the tower below were the source of the noise.
She’d heard stories from the nuns that hell was by the ocean, was in the ocean, deep, so deep underground that the easiest way to get there were the trenches. She’d never believed it, until now.
I always loved the water… Cyane inhaled deeply, biting back fear. She bit back receding clenches of pleasure as well. Was she going to face Poseidon now?
A series of crashes below made her scoot forward. Coming out of the gatehouse was a short, rocky beach, much like the entryway to Tartarus.
A woman with long white hair grinned up at her. Her hair whipped around her face.
The whistling sound?
“Melinoe?” Cyane called out, her brows furrowing. The goddess was the last being Cyane wanted to see with slick running down her thighs.
Within the next instant, she was standing on the rock beside her. Cyane stumbled on her feet, finding footing, even as Cerberus was still within her.
Melinoe grabbed Cyane’s hands. “Sweet Cyane, I’ve finally found you.”
Cyane’s belly churned. The smile was kind, genuine, and yet it filled her with unease. It didn’t make sense, it never made sense. How could kindness feel so terrible? Melinoe had been as good to her as Cerberus, but every time she encountered the goddess, a frigid chill told her to stay back.
“You were looking for me?” Cyane asked. “Where are we?”
Please don’t notice Cerberus fucking me invisibly!
“We’re still in Tartarus, just far past my father’s castle and where Styx lays. This place is endless, like each of the realms. Earth has space, Poseidon has the abyss, and well, Hades has this. There is more water under Gaia’s flesh than there is upon it.” Melinoe swept her hand out.
Cyane glanced out at the riotous waters with a shiver.
“But once you’re within it, you’re not with Gaia anymore,” Melinoe teased.
“This feels wrong,” Cyane said.
Melinoe circled her arms around Cyane and hugged her tightly. Cyane couldn’t stop staring at the waves, and the red foam it created on the rocks. Blood.
“I’ve been searching for you, but I couldn’t find you in my father’s castle. He often likes to keep his playthings hidden away, but I know where he hides them. You weren’t anywhere in the darkness until the festivities began. I did not think you’d be Cerberus’s prisoner. He’s never taken a prisoner before.”
Cyane turned her face to Melinoe and pushed out of her embrace. “What?”
“They’re never going to let you go.”
“H-how do you know that? Do you know why I’m here?”
“I don’t.”
“Then how can you be certain?”
“Hades has never let a mortal go, never. But I can help you. I know you’re searching for your parents. I can help you, my friend, but would you do a small favor for me?”
Cyane reached up and felt her chest where she usually stashed her note, but it wasn’t there. Fear crashed down upon her like the waves around her, pounding her ears. She’d even given up on her attempts to leave, needing to believe this dream, that this place would all eventually come to an end.
Cerberus wasn’t a trickster, he’d told her himself, but had he ever really expressly agreed to help her leave after the festivities? Cyane wracked her brain but couldn’t remember, not exactly.
Where was her note? She gripped the material of her gown in distress.
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sp; “It’s not there, is it?” Melinoe said.
Tears, blasted damning tears, sprang to Cyane’s eyes. “I can’t find it!” When had she lost it? How could she forget to keep tabs on it? The note had been with her her entire life. The thought of it being gone, of the only connection she had to parents disappearing, filled her with more terror than anything she’d come up against so far.
Melinoe took Cyane’s hands forcibly into her own and squeezed. “It’s not too late. I can help you if you help me.”
“How? What do I need to do?”
“Find out why Hades hates me so much. Find out and tell me.”
Cyane’s body shook. “That’s it? That’s all I need to do?”
“Yes, sweet Cyane, ask him and find out, then tell me. I’ll help you escape if you so choose. I will be eternally grateful, and having a grateful goddess on your side is no small gift. A deal. A deal between friends?”
Cyane, wet now with ocean spume, slowly nodded at Melinoe. “Okay.”
Melinoe smiled. The chill returned ten-fold upon Cyane.
“My dear, sweet friend,” Melinoe said, “it’s time to wake up.”
Before Cyane could ask what she meant, Melinoe released her hands and pushed her into the ocean.
She didn’t have a chance to scream before it consumed her.
The Day of Deals
Cyane shot up with a scream, arms flailing outward. The taste of mint filled her mouth, and she spat it out, yet the smell lingered in her nose.
“Cyane?”
Her eyes fixated on Cerberus, naked and perched in the water before her. Concern marred his face, as did lust, and it threatened to smolder her anew. His pale, muscled body was a welcome sight.
Cyane pulled her gaze from him before she melted. She was back in his room—her room. They were in the tub.
Cerberus cupped her cheeks, forcing her eyes back on him. “What happened? You left me, and I didn’t know what to do. You said baths were good for humans, so I thought this would help.”
This wasn’t the ocean.
“A nightmare. I had a nightmare,” she whispered.
Cerberus frowned. “A nightmare? What kind of nightmare?”