The room is still, save for the soft rhythm of her breath, a melody that I was obsessed with because the anthem chased away the silence. Time after time, I woke her up to slake my lust upon her. My savage behaviour was inexcusable. Persephone lay entangled in the silken sheets, her hair a cascade of curls surrounding her face, her skin glowed faintly in the dim light of our chamber.
Visions of her passionate response last night made me tug on the black silken sheets. She rivalled my all-consuming dark thoughts. It seemed impossible since she was the protected, innocent Spring Goddess. A darkness was buried deep within my Queen of the Dead, and I intended to pry it out of her in any way I could.
I stifled a groan as the black silk slid down to her belly. The weight of my duties pressed down on me, yet in this moment, I wasn't the Lord of the Dead but a husband who needed the comfort of his wife. My eyes scanned her naked form. Her bruises and scratches were gone, but I needed to leave my mark inside her before I left our chamber.
She was out cold. The last time we copulated was only a few hours ago. I slid my fingers down the seam of her sex and grunted when I felt her heat along with the dampness. My seed coated her inside and out, but it wasn't enough for my dark appetite. I pushed two fingers inside her, smiling when her sex gripped them, and my beautiful Queen parted her legs for me.
The faint light from the fire was enough for me to see her lips part and her brow furrow. My staff jerked and stood to full attention. It didn't seem possible. Never in my previous encounters had a female had such an impact on me.
I eased my fingers back and forth, watching her flesh stretch to accommodate me until I added a third finger. I leaned down to kiss her neck. She had a sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck, and it never failed to make her gush. Within seconds, I was worshipping her breasts. She enjoyed a touch of pain when I sucked on her nipples. The way her hips would rise of their own accord, offering herself to me, drove me wild.
I sucked her harder before swirling my tongue around her rosy bud. My fingers were drenched, and I cursed my never-ending obligations before I withdrew to turn Persephone onto her stomach. Her sex peeked out beneath her ample buttocks. I spread her cheeks apart to see her anal hole tightly sealed, and I carefully knelt over her legs. As much as I wanted her to rest, I needed to feed her hole with one last load of my seed. Without taking my eyes off her sex, I spat on my hand before I rubbed the saliva around the tip of my manhood.
I rubbed my length over her buttocks and anal hole before I pushed the head between her wet lips. It was no surprise when her relaxed hole accepted me. I watched her take every inch of my manhood.
She moaned against the pillow, and her hand reached her lower back. She was still mumbling something when I gripped her wrist and pinned it to her lower back before I began to slide in and out of her sex. Her white flesh was pinned beneath my darker thighs. My manhood looked darker than the lips it rubbed against. Her hole tightened around me.
“Hades,” Persephone moaned.
“One more time, sweetness, then you can rest,” I said softly, trying to cajole her, but I increased my speed to drive deeper inside her.
A sigh escaped from her before she raised her buttocks up. I released her wrist and moved her hair away from her back. I wanted to see her body writhe and tense when she reached her climax.
“That’s my Queen, my Goddess, take what is yours,” I panted as my heart began to pound.
The visual sight of my member moving back and forth, surging inside of my sleeping wife, was a thing of beauty, but to see her arousal staining my staff drove me wild. She wiggled her buttocks, not to tease but in an attempt to impale herself onto my member. I leaned over and gripped her throat to pull her up. As she lifted her knees, I chased behind her to ensure I remained inside her sex.
While she pushed back on my inward thrusts, I reached around to cup her breasts. When my fingers found her swinging nipples, I caught them between my thumb and fingers. I’d barely begun to squeeze them when her sex started to contract around my throbbing length.
I kissed her shoulder before I pinched her nipples tightly, torturing the hardening flesh between my fingers until her strangled cry filled the room, and her muscles around me started to massage and milk my staff. With a savage growl, I began to smack my hips against the soft cushion of her buttocks. My balls swung and smashed against her flesh.
“Give me your sweet juices, Persephone. Bathe my staff with your inner nectar,” I said, feeling the familiar need to expel my seed deep inside my wife again.
Her soft moans accompanied her movements as she arched her back and raised herself for me.
“My dark Queen,” I whispered before I released her nipples to hold her hips.
My savagery was inexcusable to my ideals, but when my wife went wild beneath me, it was my duty to give her what she craved. I pulled back to leave my tip inside her before I thrust deep and hard, stabbing her insides until I hit something deep inside of her.
Her head swung back, her hair flew in the air, and my name was on her lips as I tightened my hold on her and moved her hips to our new rhythm. I was so close, but I needed to feel her climax. I spat on my fingers before I dipped my hand to find the tiny bundle of nerves. The moisture allowed my fingers to dance over her sex.
“Hades…ugh, yes—”
Those were the only words she managed before she began to shudder. My fingers dug into her hip and sex as I rammed into her. My eyelids flickered as she tightened around my staff, and her insides started to ripple around me, milking my seed from my balls.
I nudged my hips against her buttocks each time I shot my seed inside of her. Hearing her gasps and stuttered cries mingle with my grunts increased my pleasure. The delicate veil of peace flowed within me, making my wife’s comfort addictive.
My eyes snapped open to see Persephone’s head collapse onto the pillows. I still held her hip, unwilling to release her. I followed her down to rest behind her, ensuring my staff remained inside her. Resentment ensued like a jolt of lightning through my gut, knowing I would need to leave her. I curled my body around her, stroking her hair down to her hip.
Was this love or an addiction?
Persephone sighed and shifted herself closer to me, her sex clutched at my staff before she relaxed again. My hand slipped to her belly before I slid it over the valley of her breasts to rest around her neck.
“Your beauty is the rising sun in my dark world,” I whispered as my fingers curled around her throat.
She twisted her head to look at me, and in the dim light, her eyes flickered like the fires from the pits of Tartarus, but before I could observe the phenomenon, she blinked, and the fire vanished.
Her face softened, and her amber eyes searched mine. I pulled her throat towards me to access her sweet lips. Hungrily, I attacked her lips, forcing them apart as I closed my eyes. While I couldn't comprehend what was shifting within me, I knew firsthand the toil betrayal caused.
