Chapter 26 Hades
Hades
“Hades.”
I am prepared for Minox, so Persephone’s voice sets my heart racing.
Fucking finally. Every nerve ending in me lights aflame and my breath is stolen from me.
Finally, my queen returns. I whirl around as Cerberus leaps from my side.
My dog is the first to reach my queen, and Persephone bends down, her travel satchel slipping from her shoulder and falling with a faint thud.
She’s breathtaking in a blush pink silk robe with floral pin in her hair.
“Hello,” she says, ruffling whichever of Cerberus’s heads she can reach. The dog barks a few more times, then runs around Persephone and out into the hall. Announcing her arrival and racing to tell all of the Underworld, our queen is here.
She’s so beautiful and the air around her bends to her power. Her return is a soothing balm to my soul. That is her scent in the air. That is her gown, and her face, and her sweet lips.
I am with her before I realize I have taken a single step.
Cupping her face, I tilt her chin up for a kiss.
She’s here. This is not a dream. Persephone looks up at me, her hands coming up to cover mine, and smiles a gorgeous and lust-filled smile.
She is sinful with what she does to every inch of my being.
“My love,” she says in a low voice. “I’m here.”
I lean down and kiss her once again.
She tastes of honey and sweetness and love.
I moan into our kiss, and she presses herself closer to me, deepening the embrace.
Persephone wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down.
Her warmth consumes me. Barely paying attention and without breaking our kiss, I guide us to the bed chambers until I can slam the door shut with one hand, then throw magic at it to lock it.
Parting my hand from her lower back was torturous and I’m eager to reclaim her curves. We cannot be disturbed.
My cock has ached for her for months, and now that she is in my hands again, I will lose my mind if I do not have her.
“Hades,” Persephone gasps in a sweet moan against my lips.
It’s evident she needs me as much as I need her.
Our movements are not graceful as we tear apart the clothing we wear.
It’s painful to stop kissing her, but I must. I need her gown on the floor.
I need to see all of her, every inch of her skin, so that I know she is well, and she is here, and she is mine.
I strip her clothes over her head like I have lost my mind and let them drop to the floor until she is naked.
Then I sink to my knees. Worshipping every inch of her. Mine.
Persephone leans against the door, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving with her breath. “I missed you very much,” she murmurs.
“You have no idea,” I practically groan in response.
I take one of her knees in my hand and pull her leg over my shoulder, then pull her close and take a languid lick of her. Her head falls back and her fingers find my hair. She cries out my name as I suck gently and prepare my queen for the ruthless fuck she’s about to receive.
Persephone moans above me and my mind is filled with her.
There’s nothing else. Only her sweet folds, already wet for me, and the taste of her, and the arousal that I‘ve craved and starved for. I did not forget her. I did not forget any part of her. She’s familiar on my tongue, but I devour her pussy like this is my last chance.
I press my tongue over her clit and make circles until she comes, letting her weight rest on me.
Her hips surge forward into my face, which is a demand for more.
I give it to her.
I give it to her again and again. Climbing the highest of highs with her chest and cheeks flushed until she falls down begging me for more.
She’s still leaning against the door when I add my fingers and fuck slowly up into her tight heat. Persephone rolls her hips, fucking herself on them, and I need to rip my clothes off. Get them the fuck off.
I bring her to another orgasm before I carry her to our bed.
Persephone rolls over onto her stomach to watch me undress. Her hooded gaze reflects desire and lust and a primal need. I strip everything off as fast as I undressed her. She sits up as I come closer to the bed, then rises to her knees.
“I need you,” she says softly, nearly breathlessly, then runs her hands all over my chest. I hold her waist as she explores me, tracing paths down to my hips, then taking my cock in one fist.
Persephone uses her other hand to push me a step away from the bed, and then she slides down to the floor, to her knees, and takes me into her mouth.
Fuck me. The sight of her is everything.
My head tips back at the feeling of her tongue on my crown. She teases me.
She takes me deep, the pleasure forcing my toes to curl.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I hold her head and guide her mouth onto me, letting her hold my hips, letting her suck while I fuck into her mouth. It is every sensation I have ever wanted. I could spend eternity doing this.
My cock pulses. I need to come, but not in her throat. Not yet. I’ve barely just gotten started.
“Inside you,” I say, my voice rough. “I want to come inside you.”
I pull her to her feet and kiss her onto the bed. Persephone spreads her legs wide underneath me and arches her body to mine.
There’s no better sight than her face, blushed from her orgasms, and her eyes half-lidded with pleasure and her lips parted to pant my name.
“Come inside me,” she says. “Please, my king. Please. I need you.”
Ravenously, I find her opening and thrust in. In one swift motion I’m buried to the hilt, and her nails dig in my back as she cries out in pleasure.
I fuck her relentlessly, chasing both of our orgasms. The bed creaks with each thrust and the headboard bangs against the wall. Over and over, I take her. Mercilessly and savagely fucking my queen.
We both moan as we come together and I rest beside her. Our breathing is labored but even still, I kiss her neck and her shoulders, and she rolls over to meet my lips with hers. I have been empty without this. Empty and lonely, no matter how I tried to live in the moment.
“More,” she whispers, and at her command, my hard cock meets her entrance and I do her bidding. Urged by lust, I rock into her and love how her back arches when I brush against her clit with the angle of my thrust.
I can see nothing as I pull my hips back and push forward. Back and then forward. Persephone meets my strokes, her pussy tightening and tightening. She slips her hand between us, her fingers seeking out her clit, and rubs herself to another orgasm that coats me in her pleasure.
Fuck me, the sight of her pleasure is intoxicating.
I pray I remember this sight for all of my life.
I capture her mouth and fuck her senselessly.
My body is coming alive again. My muscles tense and my skin is hot.
I have made efforts at keeping myself awake through these cycles of the moon, but it’s only now that I feel every muscle again.
Every sensation. Every bit of her heat. Every breath.
But mostly I feel her.
My queen is fit to me. She was made for me. Fated for me. The tight hold of her pussy must be proof of this. I will give my pleasure to her without hesitation.
Her hands curl around my neck, and she pulls me closer, kissing me harder. Her nails scrape against my skin and I love it. The sharp points of her teeth nip at my lip. Persephone writhes beneath me.
I smooth her hair back from her face, moving my hips slowly, the urge to come as strong as I have ever felt it. “What is it, my queen? What?”
“Turn over.” Persephone pushes at my shoulders, and I roll onto my back, bringing her with me.
She sinks down on me, arching her back, and drags her nails over my chest. Fucking hell, she’s delectable and her desire for control is heady.
“Like this,” she gasps, and circles her hips. “Like this. I want you to come like this. While I ride you.”
My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips, and I guide her on my hard cock. Persephone moans, folding forward to wriggle her hips onto me, then arches back again. She comes again, insatiable, then looks down at me with a glint in her eyes.
“You look…as if…” It’s more work for her to ride me, but she does it beautifully. Persephone puts all of her body into each movement, going down as far as she can, throwing her head back. “As if you might come.”
I thrust up, pulling her down at the same time, then do it again. Persephone gasps, her pussy beginning to flutter around me. I find her clit with the pad of my thumb and circle it relentlessly, thrusting as I do.
Persephone tries to stay in control as she rides, but she melts under my touch, the circles of her hips trembling. I’m on the edge of losing myself inside her.
She parts her lips and cries out as her orgasm races through her. I pull her down, buried in her as deeply as I can get.
My release is so intense that I cannot tell I am shouting.
I only know it is me after a few minutes, when another surge comes and my voice falters with it.
The pleasure seems to last forever. It is the longest release I have ever had, and it erases some of the loneliness I have felt.
It makes those moon cycles seem as though they passed in hours, not weeks.
Everything is more intense.
Persephone bends down with my cock still inside her. She kisses my neck and my cheek and my lips as I come down.
It takes a long time. Persephone is so warm and soft in my arms, and my release was so strong, that my vision stays dark for a while. I run my hands over her back, tracing the line of her spine, then run my fingers through her hair.
When I can finally see again, Persephone is smiling down at me, her face pink and her hair tangled, radiant and satisfied and completely at peace.
“Hello,” she says softly, brushing her fingers through my hair.
“Hello, my queen,” I say, and kiss her again.
We kiss like we have all the time there ever was in all the realms. When we finally break away, Persephone laughs with a happy sigh.
“I missed you.”
“And I you.”