“Hades, please don't do this,” I whispered as a tear slowly slipped down the side of my face. “I need to be on earth with my mother.”
He released my nipple, and it glistened from his saliva. He slowly licked the underside of my breast until he ran it over my abused nipple. Without warning, his fingers clamped around my nipples, and he squeezed the hardened peaks. His eyes met mine. The determined glint in them told me all I needed to know.
I gasped when his grip tightened, and pain radiated from my nipples, but my stomach clenched as I tugged against the bindings snaked around my thighs. The ache between my legs was more painful than him torturing my nipples.
He shifted between my legs, and his long, hard manhood touched my core. I sighed in relief at the touch. When he ground himself against me, I tried to rub myself against him, but the restraints would not allow me to move, irritating me.
“Do you still want me to stop, Persephone?” he said, the sound reverberating deep from his chest. “You're so wet that you are bathing my cock.”
I closed my eyes. The fierce heat of shame burned my cheeks. A shiver ran up my spine when his mouth moved to my other nipple. The pain in my nipples was long gone, but it didn’t stop him from tugging on my nipple with his fingers. He was playing with my body like a well-strung lyre. His groin was pressed against my sex as he continued his sweet torture.
When he suckled my nipple hard and ground himself against me, I moaned, almost begging him to end this madness. The coarse feel of his beard was one more sensory violation. His hand moved between us, and he ran the smooth tip of his manhood between my folds until he reached my opening, but when he didn't move, I opened my eyes.
His eyes were black, and the only light reflected in them was by the flames on the wall. The triumph shone in them as he moved over me, pushing himself into my tight opening. The motion caused me to gasp and close my eyes in pleasure. His rigid torso rubbed my sensitive nipples.
The restraints unravelled around my arms and thighs, but instead of pushing him away, I curled my heels around his limbs before I hesitantly placed my hands on his arms. He groaned, causing me to open my eyes, but his were closed, and his face was twisted with the same pain and torment that I felt.
In his dark world, he had been left on his own. The crisp morning air, the first heat from the rays of the life-inducing sun, the reverence from our worshippers and the freedom of movement were never his. I wasn't aware that I was crying until Hades wiped my tears away, pressing the moisture towards my hair, but the continuous flow wouldn't stop because the thought of living alone in darkness was unimaginable to me. Yet this was his world.
“As my queen, you will rule as my equal, Persephone,” he whispered, trying to assure me as he began to pepper my face with kisses.
I slid my hands over his shoulders, feeling every tense muscle on route to his neck. When my fingers reached his face, I lifted them to smooth over the long strands of his dark beard. I traced my thumb along his lower lip before raising my mouth to his.
When our lips touched, he didn't move. His body was tense until I teased the seam of his lips with my tongue. This seemed to jolt him out of his stupor. I pushed my fingers into his hair when his lips clamped over mine. He pushed himself deeper inside of me, forcing me open with his wide staff.
Instead of pushing further inside of me, he moved back, and I was about to protest, but he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced against each other as I tried to breathe. The excitement became overwhelming. That's when he drove himself inside me with a single powerful thrust. His mouth stifled my cry.
His hand gripped my buttock, holding me against him as if I would try to escape, but there was minimal pain. A growl erupted from his chest, and like a crazed man, he began to move. His long, hard staff forged its path back and forth, rubbing my insides and making me ache for something more. I released his hair and slid my hands down his smooth back until I reached his buttocks. I gripped them and raised my hips to meet his.
He pulled away from my mouth to burrow his face into my neck, and our bodies writhed against each other while his mouth kissed, licked and nipped on my neck and ear. His breath was as erratic as mine.
“All mine, every inch of you, my Goddess,” he growled as he slipped his arm beneath me until I felt his fingers grip the nape of my neck.
I raised my legs and tightened them around him, silently urging him to move, arching my back to rub my breasts against his hard torso.
“Good girl,” he said approvingly, but it irritated me, so I squeezed my muscles around him, trapping his manhood inside of me.
He lifted his head, but I was too shocked to see a broad grin on his face. He knelt up to tower above me, pushing my legs down and holding my breast in his hand before he began to thrust hard and fast.
“Is this what you want?” he grunted out as he continued to jolt me up the bed.
The change of position caused his tip to hit me deep inside. The dull pain was nothing compared to the intense pleasure. My breath caught in my throat, and my entire body tightened seconds before pleasure erupted within me.
My sex gripped Hades as I soared higher than the heavens. There was no comparison to the ecstasy I felt while I clung to Hades in the hope of anchoring myself to something while I rode the short-lived pleasure. Hades' roar rang in my ear, and I felt his seed jet inside of me. With each spurt, he grunted like an animal.
My body felt like jelly as my limbs collapsed on the bed. No one had told me that copulating would feel like this. It led me to believe that my mother must have told my companions not to discuss such matters. Hades relaxed and lowered his body onto mine before he whispered into my ear.
“Turn around. We are going to do this again and again, all night long.”
“Again,” I said blankly, trying to comprehend his words, but even as I tried, the thought of experiencing that explosive pleasure made me push his chest, grunting with effort to shift his bulky body.
He lifted his arm and half of his chest off me as I tried to turn around. The sound of his rich, deep laughter filled the room. The should shocked me, and when I glanced at him, I realised that it was the first time there was warmth of any kind in Hades’s expression. He was still smiling when he eased himself out of me.
There was no pain, but this was one of the advantages of being immortal.
Chapter 12
Hades
