Chapter 36 #2
“Red,” I gasped. “Bloody red. Don’t you dare stop.”
He released my clit, only to bring his hand down hard on my pussy.
The slap echoed obscenely. Pain exploded through my most sensitive flesh. I screamed.
He did it again. And again. Each slap perfectly timed with his thrusts.
“So fucking wet,” he growled. “You’re dripping down your thighs. Baby girl, you get off on me spanking your cunt while I fuck you.”
“Yes!” I was a trembling mess. “Don’t stop!”
He pounded into me with blinding speed and brutality that would have broken a mortal. His hand continued its assault on my pussy, slapping and pinching and pulling.
My body was on fire; every nerve ending roared. Pain and pleasure merged, turning me mindless, then his shadows joined the play.
They coiled around my wrists and pulled my arms behind my back, cool darkness against my overheated skin. The shadows around my breasts tightened, creating a sweet, aching pressure. Their fingers found my nipples and twisted them mercilessly.
I whimpered, trying to move, but the shadows held me in place—preparing for their master to use and claim me.
Mercy!
The shadows were everywhere now, caressing where his hands could not reach. Shadow tendrils coiled a faint, claiming pressure around my throat, and teased between my ass cheeks.
“You’ll come only when I say so, mate,” he commanded.
“Is that so?” I purred through the haze, defiance coloring my submission.
“Don’t you want to be a good girl for your king?”
“That depends.”
My own power surged in answer. Golden and silver threads spiraled from my bound fingers, weaving around his shadows and shattering his control.
I smirked over my shoulder. “How’s this for being a good girl, husband?”
He laughed, the sound dark, delighted, and full of lust. “You’re absolutely fucking perfect for me. Never be good for anyone but me.”
“Are you sure you can handle me?”
“Let me show you.”
He abandoned all restraint and fucked me with everything he had—pure male need, love, domination, and possessiveness. No holding back. No careful build. Just raw claiming.
“You’re the only one for me,” he gritted out, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust. “Always were. Always will be. No one else. Never anyone else. Only you. Forever you.”
“Together,” I promised. “Forever.”
“Come for your king,” he ordered. “Now.”
“Aren’t you tired of bossing me around?” I challenged.
He pounded into me, harder and faster, until his last perfectly angled thrust shattered me.
I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, every muscle in my body locking tight. My back arched. My pussy clenched around his hard length with pulses so intense that he rolled his eyes back. I milked him mercilessly, demanding his release.
My mate surrendered, roaring as he came. His cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his bountiful seed, marking me and making sure every inch of me knew who I belonged to. My king reclaimed me in the most fundamental way possible.
The climax crashed through us long and hard. Our powers surged with each vibration, spreading farther across the realm with every heartbeat.
Electricity crackled. Shadows and golden threads entwined—death and life and fates rewritten. Pain laced through every fiber of my being. Our combined power was too much even for our divine forms. It felt like being torn apart and remade. Every cell singed.
Yet the pleasure was greater. And it was utter completion, joy, and a homecoming after an eon of misery.
Magic erupted from us, sweeping across the realm and covering every inch of the Underworld. It sank into black stone and dark water, into the eternal night, restoring and awakening.
The Underworld answered. Pillars of hellfire stretched toward the blood moon like an offering to their returned rulers. Crimson lava ignited, brighter than it had boiled in millennia. Black lakes shivered into motion. Obsidian forests rustled as wind returned to them.
The mist shifted with purpose, souls shimmering within it. Demons prowled with fresh vigor. Creatures stirred in the deepening dark.
Around us, black roses erupted from the stone, petals soft as sin.
My mate and I watched Amaranth Palace as black glass and steel glowed from within its gothic splendor. And my garden, the one I’d cultivated for an eon before the curse, burst into life behind the unfading palace.
Belladonna, wolfsbane, hemlock, oleander, nightshades, and every dangerous, beautiful plant I loved bloomed and spread.
Death and beauty intertwined. Just like Hades and me.
The realm thrummed with renewed magic, more glorious than the city of the gods could ever be. The eternal night no longer felt oppressive, but protective.
“Long live Queen Persephone!”
The cry erupted from every corner of the realm, taken up by demons, creatures, and souls. All rejoiced at our return and the restoration of power to our dark realm.
“Could you order them to stop chanting, my king?” My voice was hoarse from screaming. “I am trying to enjoy you.”
Hades chuckled, the rich sound rumbling through his chest into mine. “The realm comes to life because of its returned queen. Let them express their joy.”
He withdrew slowly and purposefully. I whimpered at the loss, feeling hollow without him inside me.
Then he turned me to face him, his eyes raking over every mark he’d left: the handprints on my ass, the bites on my shoulders, the bruises on my neck, the redness on my breasts from his shadows.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathed. “Marked and used and all mine.”
He lifted my leg, hooking it over his arm. The position opened me completely, but I was willing to be vulnerable to my king. He stared at my pink pussy, his eyes heavily hooded, then he thrust back into me in one brutal stroke.
I gasped at the sensation of being invaded and cherished at once. This angle was different. More intimate. Love, possessiveness, dark obsession, and ecstasy burned in his winter-frost eyes.
“I need to watch your face when I make you come again, love,” he said. “Need to watch you fall apart on my cock.”
Pleasure seared through me. My nerves, still oversensitive from my climax, trembled at the edge of pain.
“If we keep at this, my king,” I managed, breathless, “we’ll never leave.”
“Then let’s stay here forever, with me fucking and claiming my queen over and over.”
“I understand this place holds our first memories, but I want a bath. And then bed. I haven’t slept in our soft bed for millennia.”
“Whatever you want, my love,” he said. His hips rolled, hitting that perfect, devastating spot deep within me. “After I make my queen come undone one more time. After I sate my beast that wants you more than anything.”
He thrust deeper, faster. The brutal speed made my toes curl.
“And then I’ll carry you to Amaranth Palace. Draw your bath with all your favorite blossoms. And I’ll tend to every mark I left and worship every inch of you.”
His voice dropped, reverent. “Every morning, before the blood moon sets, I’ll show you how much I desire you. I’ll wake you with my tongue between your thighs. Make you come before you awaken. Take you slow and sweet while you’re still soft with sleep.”
He thrust harder. “Every night, when the hellfire burns brightest, I’ll shower you with the passion you deserve. I’ll tie you to our bed, torture you with pleasure, and make you beg and scream and cry. I’ll make you so sore you can’t walk properly. Then you’ll know who owns you and your pleasure.”
His hand came to my throat again, squeezing. “Even after all the realms fall to ruin, my love for you stands. When everything ends and the eternal night grows cold, my love for you still burns.”
“That’s really nice to hear,” I breathed.
He pressed his forehead to mine. His gaze stole my breath more completely than his hand.
“For I am Death, and you are my queen. Death is eternal. And so is my love for you.”
We held each other’s gaze, our bond burning so brilliantly it lit the deep darkness around us. Crimson light radiated from where we were joined, where we became one.
My mate thrust into me with blinding speed and bruising strength. His hand found my clit, circling mercilessly, pushing me toward the cliff again.
His mouth found mine in a kiss that tasted of forever. Of a love that defied time, death, and fate.
I had finally come home to him.