“I changed my mind. I want to see your eyes when I violate your last hole,” he said with a smirk.
My confidence plummeted, and my eyes widened when he pulled the cork from the vial with his teeth. I gasped when he poured the liquid between my legs. His hand followed as his fingers weaved their magic through the oily substance.
“Is my Queen scared?” he asked with an exaggerated pout of his lips.
“No,” I snapped at him because I wouldn't tell him that I was scared. I was terrified. It was true I had grown accustomed to the size of his shaft, but not where he wanted to stick it.
His fingers moved between the folds of my sex, and I felt him push his lubricated fingers against my rear hole. With a groan, I dropped my head on the bed and closed my eyes. I trusted Hades to take care of me, but I doubted he could physically fit inside of me.
I lost my train of thought when his fingers pushed into my sex and into my rear hole. He showered my belly with kisses before he gently moved his fingers, sliding them into the oily substance and rubbing my sex until I began to relax and accept my fate once again.
I crushed the last of my guilt as I opened my eyes to look at my husband. I was free to be whomever I wanted down here, and Hades encouraged me to grow in ways that I’d never imagined. When Hades lifted his head to meet my eyes, there was reverence within them. I saw the same reverence in the lover's eyes as they danced for one another.
Chapter 16
Hades
The air was thick with the scent of Persephone’s arousal, but as I inhaled again, I caught the faint hint of the blossoms from her garden. I would take my wife in any location, but to see her divine grace against the black silken covers with the backdrop of our obsidian room made her practically glow.
My breath caught in my throat, and my chest tightened, a rare sensation for me, the God of the Dead, but this was the effect my Goddess had on me. She was mine, yet she was so much more—a force of life in my morbid world.
The way she ruled with compassion and strength, her voice echoing through my halls, filled me with pride that bordered on reverence. She had not only adapted to my world but had transformed it. Beneath all the warmth she brought me, a darker current stirred within me.
I was no stranger to possession, to the unyielding grip of control, having drawn her into my realm with a hunger that defied the laws of Gods and mortals alike. Although her heart had softened towards me, I feared the day would come when Zeus would command me to return her to Earth. Demeter’s wrath was destroying the Earth's crops, and more shades would appear each day. The mortals were being starved to death.
My selfishness knew no bounds because in the depths of my being, a part of me burned with the desire to keep her captive, to ensure she would never leave, never fade from my side.
I glanced at my wife. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the duality reflect the love and conflict that bound us together—the darkness that threatened to consume us both. The world above could burn, and the heavens could fall, but here, in this chamber, with Persephone as my anchor, I was complete. I forced away the whisper of my darkest thought. It reminded me that I was never truly free, even in the throes of passion.
“My Queen,” I whispered with reverence before I kissed her soft belly one final time.
The tension left her body, and her grip around my fingers loosened. I eased a second finger into her rear hole, feeling her tense before she breathed through it and relaxed again. I rewarded her by rubbing my thumb over her tight bundle of nerves. Her sex glistened with arousal and oil, and I resumed easing my fingers in and out of her holes. My focus remained on stretching her rear hole wide enough to take my girth. My cock leaked on our bed as I remembered the feel of her tight throat around my length with her lips wrapped around me.
I eased her light brown curls up and sucked on her nub, using my tongue to slide up and down between my fingers stuffed in her hole to the top of her sex. Her thighs twitched, and she raised her hips off the bed, offering herself to me. It was an offering I could never refuse. I eased my fingers out to look at her two gaping holes, licking my lips as I knelt between her legs.
My staff was dripping wet as it continued to weep. I used the liquid to coat the entrance of her dark hole before stretching it with the tip. When I glanced at Persephone, her eyes were closed, and her fingers clutched the black silky sheets as my brave Queen accepted me. My staff throbbed as she swallowed me up. I gently rubbed her sex as I rocked myself back and forth, forging my path inside her hot, tight hole.
When she had taken most of me, I spread her thighs and lifted them up between us, ready to push her to her limits. Her eyes flickered open, but her hole clenched around me, causing me to hiss sharply between clenched teeth. Her hands roamed over my shoulders and chest. The touch was gentle until she reached my buttocks. Her nails dug into me as she pulled me towards her.
“Do you need me to fuck you hard, Persephone? Do you want me so badly inside this dark little hole?” I asked, pausing my movement.
My mischievous wife curled her claws into my flesh before she flashed a wicked smile. I almost laughed because her cheeks were tinged pink, as was her chest. She was such a contradiction.
“What do you think, God of the Underworld?” she said with her amber eyes glittering with the unspoken challenge.
I braced my hands on the bed before I eased back and drove inside of her, slamming the final few inches left inside of her until her scream filled the room. Her hands left my back, and she gripped my waist as I began to drive in and out of her. She was so tight that I could feel every inch of her insides stretch to accommodate me.
“Rub your sex while I pound your back passage,” I growled at her.
She didn't do anything as she adjusted to the new pace. She lay there and took my staff again and again. Her head moved from side to side, and her hair became tangled with each movement. The moans and cries of pleasure mingled with pain echoed around our chamber.
When she was close, she pushed her hand between us, and I glanced down to watch her fingers rub herself vigorously. My restraint was gone at the sight of her pleasure, and I used my weight to drive into her. With each thrust, I bottomed out inside of her tight hole. My chest was pounding, and sweat rolled down my back as I struggled to breathe.
My balls were taut. Each time they smacked against her flesh, the need to spill my seed inside her grew. When I felt her fingers rub against my cock, my eyes flew to hers, but they were closed as she was too busy enjoying being stuffed in both holes.
“That’s my dark Queen. Let me feel those fingers inside you,” I said, panting like a wild animal.
Her eyes snapped open, but her mouth was open as she gasped for air.
