Cerberus grabbed a fistful of Cyane’s hair and pulled her head back to reclaim her lips. He drove his tongue into her. His thrusts grew more brutal and quick, his tongue lashing inside her mouth.
He roared, pushing himself even deeper into her, grinding her onto him. Burning liquid burst inside her, filling her up where his cock couldn’t go. His pumps slowed, his lips grazed her dewy cheeks.
He laid her on the soft grass and rose over her, adjusting his pants downward.
Cyane glanced to the side as he poised her to enter her again. Melinoe was gone.
“You didn’t scream like you always do,” he growled through ragged breaths.
Her sex still ached for relief even as she experienced more relief than she had in ages.
“I wanted to feel you,” she said.
He petted her thighs. His deft fingertips caressed her slick folds. “I wanted to feel you, too.”
New laughter filled her ears, dark and frightening, far to close. Cyane shot up, but Cerberus pressed her back down with his hand. A figure knelt next to them, appearing from shadows.
Hades.
“My lord,” Cerberus muttered.
Cyane shoved down the skirt of her dress and curled her arms around her chest. Cerberus pulled her up against him, wrapping an arm around her.
Hades smiled with glee, roving his dark eyes over them. She pressed into Cerberus but couldn’t look away from the God of the Underworld
Had he watched them too? Her lust fled as something sick took its place.
They’re so much alike. Replicas, twins…Now that she could see both men up close, side by side, she realized their eyes were slightly different, as was their smells. Cerberus smelled wild and musky and untamed. Hades smelled like cold death. Not even the scent of wine in the air reached her nose, it was powerless compared to death.
Hades was nothing like Cerberus.
He was abysmal perfection. A vampire in the night. A whisper in the darkness that promised all physical delights for a terrible, horrible favor.
Hades’s smile deepened as if he knew her thoughts. Cyane tensed and pressed her thighs together and a blush heated her cheeks as Cerberus’s seed emptied from her to spread between them.
Hades’s gaze flicked to Cerberus, and the suffocating pressure left Cyane. She sucked in a shaky breath.
“You ignore my demands once again, Cerberus,” Hades said. “Perhaps you’re no longer afraid of me?”
“Never,” Cerberus’s voice lowered menacingly.
Cyane peered up at him, her brow furrowing. Hades reached out with frozen fingers, caught her chin, and forced her to face him. He held her gaze.
“Your honesty delights me,” he whispered, turning her head from side to side, studying her. “Cyane, did you know your paramour knows why you are here?”
Cerberus’s body went tense.
Her fingers curled. “N-no.”
“Cerberus was quite adamant about finding out, spewing his need to protect you, but I can see… you’ve already figured it out on your own. You don’t need protection while you’re here. If I deem you safe, you are safe, although pain might still find its way to you.” Hades tittered then addressed Cerberus. “So my friend, were you protecting her from me?”
Cerberus didn’t answer.
Hades drew her face towards him as if seeking her lips.
“I kept her away from all who would use her naivety against us,” Cerberus growled.
Hades paused, his fingers still grasping her chin.
