His faces fell as he stopped mid-step and reluctantly sat down. He made a grumbling sound as all three of his heads hit the ground. I approached him as normal and began to rub his heads one by one, ensuring that I gave them an equal amount of affection or they snapped at one another in jealousy.
The giant beast was my husband’s most loyal companion, and I was grateful Hades had some comfort in his dark world. Cerberus’s eyes were a calm gold colour. I saw him chase a shade once, but his eyes were like six glowing red pieces of coal. He was the perfect guard for the ivory gates.
“You’re such a good boy,” I said, rubbing the massive jawline of the first head.
If a dog could smile this head was beaming with a grin. I laughed when the other two raised their heads and whined.
“Must I fight the beast for my wife’s attention?” Hade's voice came from above as all three of Cerberus’s heads lifted up.
The statement was ridiculous because we spent every day together. He always stalked me from the shadows when he thought I didn't know. I’d enjoyed teasing him a few times until he came out of hiding. His hands wrapped around my waist, leaving his fingertips to rest beneath my breasts. He nuzzled into my hair as he moved his body against my back.
“Do I not pay you enough attention, My Lord?” I said, entwining my hands around the back of his neck.
He lifted his head until I saw his twinkling eyes.
“Or perhaps you are jealous that Cerberus loves me too?” I said as his eyes moved over my face until they settled on my lips.
“I am jealous of everything you touch, even your garden,” he murmured before his hands groped my breasts and his lips clamped over mine.
Cerberus began to whine for attention, but the sound faded away. The warmth of the false light left me, and I knew before I opened my eyes that Hades had transported us to our chambers.
“I know how you can make it up to me,” he said, pulling away from me.
I turned around and straightened my neck from the awkward, crooked position. His hands moved swiftly as he released the pins for his cloak and chiton. I immediately cupped his heavy balls and used my other hand to stroke his rigid length. The beast had a mind of its own as it jerked beneath my touch. The thick, rigid length felt hot as I rubbed him.
I slid to my knees and opened my mouth while pumping my fist up and down the length of his manhood. Hades took a deep breath as he observed me kneeling before him. While he tried to compose himself, I began to lick around the thick tip of his staff, swirling my tongue, applying more pressure before I sucked him into my mouth. His long, deep, guttural moan made me gush in response.
“Oh, yes, my sweet. Take me into your hot little mouth,” he said with another groan, but he pushed his fingers through my hair, resting the fingertips on my nape.
I spread my legs open, ignoring the material of my dress as it became tangled between my limbs. I massaged his balls and pushed myself forward until his length began to slide down my neck. Hades didn't need much to get him started, but he became a feral beast whenever I took him into my mouth.
I didn't get a chance to move as Hades took over. His fingers gripped my head as he began to ease himself inside. I dropped his balls and held onto his thighs while I focused on widening my jaw for him. His thumbs caressed my cheeks, causing me to glance at him. My insides clenched when I saw a contrast of admiration, desire and something more profound in his eyes.
“Keep those eyes on me, Persephone,” he said, his voice rumbling deep from within his chest.
He eased himself back and forth many times until his entire length was wet. His expression darkened, and a satisfied look appeared in his eyes. My thighs were damp. I needed relief, so I moved my tongue beneath him and tightened my lips around his shaft as he moved.
He hissed, and his fingers tightened around my head again before he thrust himself inside of me. The smug challenge was in his eyes, but little did he know how determined I was. He moved back and forth with powerful thrusts from his hips while I blinked away the tears.
He might be the God of the Underworld, but I was the Queen and a Goddess in my own right. I gripped his hips, digging my nails in and pulled him towards me each time he thrust. His smug look vanished as surprise widened his eyes. My mother controlled every aspect of my life above ground, but down here, I was something else, someone else, and I yearned for the darkness to grow within me.
When his pelvis slapped against my nose, and he crushed my face against him, I didn't struggle. I held my mouth open and felt my saliva drip down my chin until it reached his balls. Hades grunted like an animal before he pulled back. I was still trying to breathe when he pulled me up and tore my chiton off my body.
He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his back. When he began to lay me on the bed, I removed his dark crown and sat it next to me. His lips tugged upwards on one side as he took my crown off.
“Why don't you get on your hands and knees, my sweet?” he said as he stood upright to brush some of his long dark hair away from his face.
I bit into my lip as my eyes travelled down his muscular build to his large appendage. I couldn't bring myself to utter the words Hades did, but as he turned away from me to place our crowns to the side, I was tempted to use the rude words. His buttocks were shapely, and as he moved, the muscles flexed. My childish dreams of a soft and gentle lover were gone.
With each passing day, Hades proved that he was a worthy husband. I witnessed many fights on Mount Olympus, the seeds of discord between husbands and wives. We all avoided Hera’s rages when she discovered Zeus’s infidelity. I glanced around our chamber, and a smile broke free. This was something I need not worry about with Hades.
“Why are you smiling, my love?” Hades asked in a lazy drawl as he approached the bed.
“I am growing accustomed to the peace of the Underworld,” I said, eyeing up the vial in his hand.
He climbed onto the bed and pushed me flat on my back.
“I thought you wanted me on my hands and knees, My Lord,” I said, tracing my finger down his chest.
