Hades threw his hands into the air and turned away with a growl.
Whispers and low feminine voices came from the women. Persephone appeared as anxious as Hades, her slight hands moving everywhere, as if she didn’t know what to do with them.
Cyane smiled. Cerberus’s loins tightened and expanded, taking in Cyane’s pretty, reassuring face.
If this night didn’t progress soon, it wasn’t Hades who would ruin it, but Cerberus. After all the things he witnessed during the Day of Deviance, Cerberus was eager to test them out on his mortal and discover the extent of her limits.
Cyane looked back at Persephone, and his queen straightened. The goddess turned slowly towards Cerberus and Hades and walked to the end of the bed. Cyane followed shortly after.
Hades pushed past Cerberus and stormed to stand in front of Persephone. His breaths were quick and ragged, harsh and hard. Cerberus couldn’t imagine being denied Cyane’s body for hundreds of years—seeing her but never able to love her. He pitied Hades, sick with lust of his own for Cyane even now despite taking her so harshly and desperately in the garden not long ago. He hadn’t meant to be so mean, but he couldn’t imagine her slipping away again.
Cerberus stared longingly at Cyane as the two of them stepped up behind the gods and placed their hands on their god’s shoulders.
In tense silence, in erotic strain—with the scent of arousal and flowers filling the air—they disrobed their masters in unison, gazing nowhere else but each other, undressing one another with their eyes.
Hades dragged Persephone into his embrace and kissed her deeply.
The goddess’s innocently wanton moans filled the space.
Cerberus and Cyane stepped back as Hades lifted his queen into his arms and carried her to the bed. There he covered Persephone’s naked body with his mouth, running his lips over the curves of her flesh, reclaiming every inch of her.
Persephone—breathless and mewing—turned her head towards Cyane and reached for her. Cyane rushed to Persephone’s side. She pushed Persephone’s hair back from her face.
His queen, head tilted, asked with a hitch, “It’s Hades, right? It’s really my dear husband?”
Cyane glanced at Cerberus then down at Hades, who suckled Persephone’s breast, watching the women speak. Cerberus moved to the other side of the bed.
“It’s him, my queen,” he and Cyane said in unison.
Persephone slumped into the bedding with a satisfied moan and closed her eyes.
Hades lifted up and straddled Persephone, his large, godly cock resting on her stomach. “It will only ever be me, as it should only ever be me, forever.” His voice grave and possessive.
Persephone reached up and cupped Hades’s neck and brought him down to take his mouth.
Then, as if the eroticism and desire couldn’t be more potent, Hades rose from Persephone and turned towards his hound. Cerberus’s breath labored as his lord clasped his chin and brought Cerberus’s mouth to his for a diabolical kiss. A surge of power rushed from Hades’s lips to Cerberus’s and within it, as their tongues connected, Cerberus felt a little more powerful, a little more at ease, and a little more excited. In the kiss, his lord gifted him with something new—but what it was had yet to be seen. Hades released him, peered deep into Cerberus’s eyes, and rubbed the back of his hand across his lips.
Hades turned to Cyane, and Cerberus stiffened. His lord reached for her head, he was going to take Cyane’s lips, and a flash of fury swept through Cerberus, but so did the residual excitement and power Hades had given him. Cerberus’s hands dropped and fisted at his sides, tempering his reaction.
He didn’t like what was about to happen.
But his lord was offering them gifts, not sex. And Cerberus knew, after the jokes and the threats that Hades would never lay with Cyane for respect for him and fear of his wife.
I’m her God. Not Hades.And Cerberus vowed to make certain Cyane knew what her fealty meant.
Hades gripped her hair in his fist, pulled her to him, and kissed her. Cyane moaned and met Cerberus’s eyes, and kept them there for the duration. It went on for a little bit longer, a little bit harder, and a little bit rougher than Cerberus’s kiss.
And when Cerberus was about to tear Hades and Cyane apart, he sensed the power exchange. The gift Hades gave her was palpable. Like Cerberus’s gift, they would have to discover its dark secret.
Cerberus’s eyes slid to Persephone. She watched them with a soft smile, her glorious pale skin pinkened with rose. When Hades’s mouth left Cyane’s, she moved between him and Persephone and placed a soft kiss on Persephone’s brow.
Hades pulled Cyane’s head back—his hand still tangled in her hair—giving her a stony scowl before fully releasing her and lowering himself back over his wife.
Cerberus and Cyane’s eyes met, and Cyane rubbed her mouth with curiosity. They walked out of the room as the first rapturous moans assailed their ears. Before they’d taken a single step into the corridor, Hades’s room vanished into the darkness where it would be lost to all but Cerberus, he pulled Cyane into his arms and whisked her back to his guardhouse haven.
“Mine,” he rasped. “Hades’s death was almost assured.”
A gasp escaped her as he pulled her head back and took what Hades had stolen.
