Cyane buckled and screamed as a slurping noise filled her ears from behind, drawing out every jerk and jolt that seized her. A grunt. Then a sudden burst of frigid flesh replaced the exploring tongues, filling the space between her legs, and even as she fought to bring her legs together, to ride out the torturous waves, Cerberus’s hard and unyielding cock thrust deeper into her.
She broke apart with another buckle, his hips pressed her hard into the ground. He leaned over her and pounded into her viciously, trapping her beneath him, riding on her body’s twitching climax.
When she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, wet pressure filled her sex, full of power, and Cerberus stopped with a guttural snarl. He pushed inside her one last time, deep and hard, groaning about his veins being filled with hellfire, then lifted off her. Cyane slumped limply to the ground, breathless.
Satiated.
Proven wrong again.
Feeling blessed, honored, haunted. And, perhaps, harboring a little bit of obsessive love.
Her skirt tore back from her face, and his hand returned to help her from the ground. Shakily, she took it, and he helped her rise.
“Are you ready?” he asked, studying her again, looking like he hadn’t just fucked her soul from her body.
She licked her lips and lifted up on her toes to place a light kiss on his perfect chin. He shuddered. She dropped back down on her heels. He gripped her arms tightly.
“I’m ready now.”
Cerberus ledCyane to Hades’s chambers in silence.
He’d given her a new dress to wear. A handmaiden’s dress for the sacred event. One of sheer, pale cloth that hung open between her breasts to where a belt stopped the split. Her skirts were made of the same material with parted slits up to her thighs. Little was left to the imagination. The only true covering was her hair, which fell in waves down her back, hiding her spine’s beautiful curve from his view. The rosy hue of her nipples was visible through the front of her dress.
Cerberus cleared his throat.
He wore a simple, black himation that left his lower legs exposed. The cloth wrapped around part of his torso from his left shoulder to hang under his right arm, leaving half his chest exposed. He’d taken off the ring Cyane had given him in tribute and placed it on the table in the guardhouse, all while she watched.
His hands were to be exposed. Neither one of them wanted their secret to be as well. And unlike Cyane, whose face was there for all to see, Cerberus donned a simple mask made of twined sticks to shield his face. Queen Persephone did not know his face, and Cerberus planned to keep it that way.
Hades was pacing back and forth when they arrived, wearing a simple, black robe. He stopped and glanced their way, scowled, and returned to his pacing.
Cerberus strode towards him, leaving Cyane by the door.
The room was starkly ornamented, with only a single, large bed with overflowing blankets and pillows strewn atop it. Streaks of fire flared now and then along the obsidian walls, rising from the gleaming, cold floor. Streams of lava trailed across the ceiling like veins. Sometimes it looked like blood, sometimes it was as it should be—liquid fire.
The space was devoid of all else. No windows, no furniture, nothing. The fire, the dark walls, and the bed were all there was.
“Where is she?” Hades hissed when Cerberus neared.
“She will come, or she won’t. All we can do is wait.” Cerberus clamped a hand over Hades’s shoulder. His lord’s scowl deepened when a rustle of noise sounded. They both turned to see Queen Persephone enter the room.
Hades stepped forward, his breath hitching, muscles tensing. What little color Hades possessed on his face drained as his lips parted.
Queen Persephone wore a robe of her own, but hers was a pale yellow with embroidered narcissuses up its hem.
Amused, Cerberus wondered if he ever looked the same as Hades when it came to Cyane.
Persephone stopped in her tracks, her skin draining of all color as well, and quickly looked around. When her eyes landed on Cyane, she rushed to her friend’s side. The women huddled together near the door.
Cerberus stepped in front of Hades to keep him from storming to Persephone and throwing her into his bed. Hades’s scowl returned.
“Don’t frighten her,” Cerberus warned.
Hades swore, trying to peer over Cerberus’s shoulder; Cerberus stopped him each time.
“I take orders from no one,” Hades spat.
“You will from me tonight,” Cerberus warned again.
