Seeds: Volume Two (20 page)

     She turned from the shore, walking through the arched doorway to the main garden and seeing the pomegranate tree and darkly iridescent flowers.

     Hades sat under the tree, his head leaning against the trunk as he stared off thoughtfully. She stilled and observed him calmly, noting the distant expression on his features. After studying him for several long moments, he turned his head, his gaze resting upon her. A smile crept across his lips as he beckoned her closer.

     Persephone moved smoothly across the grass, the pale silvery lilac-colored silk loosely clinging to her curves as she stalked toward him. She had a matching sash holding up her hair, her body devoid of jewelry. The faint purple hues in the silk complimented her pale skin and the blue-lavender tint that her eyes had taken. He reached out, grasping her hips as he pulled her down into his lap, smiling contentedly when she snuggled up against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. A week had passed since his promise to her, and for the first time in so long, he was acutely aware of the passage of days. Day by day the deadline approached, and he wished he had the power to put it off even as he knew he would have to face Demeter eventually. But he was content to simply forget that for the time being as he held her close, rubbing her back and nuzzling her face.

     “I was sitting out here, wishing you would join me,” he whispered, burying her fingers in the thick waves that flowed loosely from behind the sash.

     “Join you for what?” she replied with a smug smile, running her hand along his chest, feeling the strong flesh under his tunic.

     “A cuddle is just fine, but if you want more...” He smiled back at her, his eyes twinkling with passion and merriment. “Hmm?”

     “Maybe.” Mmm. He was sexy, and he
knew
it. Her hand slid lower as she purposefully wiggled against him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

     “Maybe? Are you trying to provoke me?” he asked with a playful growl, wrapping one arm around her tightly, to ensure that she could not suddenly bolt if the urge hit her.

     “All right.” She flashed him a brilliant smile. “I do admit, I am in the mood.” Her hand slid down further, going past his belt.

     “Mood for what?” he challenged her, feeling his manhood stir as he thought of the various erotic things he could do with her.

     “You, of course.” Just as he thought her hand would slide down further, it started upwards, leaving his need aching. His hands maintained their grip on her hips as he maneuvered her in his lap, placing her directly on top of his groin so that she could feel the kind of reaction she was able to elicit from him.

     “Ooh.” She pressed her pert behind against him, grinding herself on top of him and feeling him stiffen further, the lump under his tunic now much more pronounced. She was now familiar with the sight and feel of it, and enjoyed teasing him with her hand, much like he liked to touch and titillate her. It gave her such a feeling of empowerment to have the mighty Lord of the Underworld writhing under her attentions. She pressed her hips down, grinning at him when he shuddered, his expression contorting in rapture as she steadily applied that pressure to his aching erection, grinding in a slow and purposeful way.

     Her own groin had started to throb with that warm, familiar sensation of arousal, and she noticed that her nipples had hardened, pressing against the silk that covered her chest. As if he had read her mind, his right hand slid up to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing the tit, causing her to mewl softly in delight.

     “I have missed touching you,” he whispered, burying his face against her throat.

     “But missing it makes you appreciate it more,” she shot back. One nice thing about her monthly course was that Hades had to rein in his ardor, and it would help him appreciate physical intimacy with her all the more if he were denied the pleasures of her body or touch on a regular basis. She wouldn't even let him touch her breasts or most other areas on her body, so Hades could not even have momentary pleasure. She had also made a point of bathing by herself during this time, enjoying the power she had over her captor. One week of denial did indeed seem like forever to a god who no longer reckoned time the way mortals did.

     But she wasn't above teasing him with a brief glimpse of her chest or leg during her time of being 'indisposed'. It was fun to see the flashes of desire in his eyes, desire that she could not help but mirror in her own heart even as she reveled in the power she had over him.

     “Mmph. It is hard to think about appreciation when you insist on withholding your feminine charms from me.”

     “Oh, I am not withholding, at least this time.” She batted her eyes at him, smiling coyly.

     “I would hope not.” His hand massaged her breast, kneading the soft orb as she nodded slowly, giving out a soft groan of enjoyment. She could feel his other hand groping around, trying to work its way under her dress, but the elusive ankle-length hem proved an effective barrier. As long as she remained seated in his lap, her clothing would be a hindrance, but then so would his own.

     However, Hades quickly found his way around this problem by extending his will through several shadowy tendrils that easily slipped under her dress and up her legs, caressing her skin with their silken tongues.

     “Yes,” she exhaled, closing her eyes. She didn't know why, but she found herself terribly excited by this manifestation of his Gift at times, genuinely enjoying the feel of these ethereal appendages of her lover.

     “You like that, hmm?”

     “Very much.” She squirmed around as she felt the 'tongues' slither and lap up her inner thighs. “I like when you use your Gift like this.”

     “You know, you are the first person who has ever enjoyed the feel of my shadows against their skin,” he replied easily as he raised his other hand to caress her unattended breast.

     “Mmm...” She sighed softly as the shadows slid into her underclothing, caressing her outer labia. “I can see why. But... ah!” she blushed, trying to gather her thoughts as she gazed up at him, “I just like it. I do not know why. It just feels so soft and silky.”

     “It does not disturb you out in the least?”

     “No. It... mmm! Feels so good...” Her head lolled back and she gave out a sudden whimper as the tendrils moved to her inner labia, gently flicking and rubbing against them.

     “Then I have a new game for us to play.” The shadows paused briefly so that Persephone could actually listen to him.

     “Oh?”

     “I cannot tell you everything, that would spoil the surprise. But I will show you just how enjoyable my Gift can be. Interested?”

     Persephone's eyes lit up as she nodded eagerly, wondering just what her lover would have in store for her. As his arm slipped around her middle, she wrapped her own around his neck, content to let him pick her up put her on her feet.

     He glanced down at her, sgrinning to himself. Little did she know what he really had in store... The idea of what he would do to her had fresh excitement pulsing through his loins, and the mental image aroused him so quickly it was almost painful.

     “Of course, you are going to use your shadowy Gift!” she predicted before she placed a kiss on his cheek.

     “You have never objected to that before,” he responded with a faint grin.

     “I assure you, I am not about to start objecting,” she shot back with a soft giggle.

     “If you would be so kind as to take these clothes off...” Hades said, his dark eyes glinting with open desire. She was slow and deliberate in her movements as she complied with his request. Her hair came free as she untied the sash.

     She shot him a knowing smile before she started to pull out the pins that held up her gown, starting with her left arm. Each time one of the delicate pins was pulled out, several inches of the fabric fell from her body. She could see him shift around impatiently, and maintained her languorous pace. When she pulled the final pin on that side, the sinuous material slid down her chest, revealing her left breast. As she stared at him with half-lidded eyes, she reached up to cup her breast delicately, rubbing her erect nipple with her thumb, eliciting a delighted groan from him.

     Hades could feel his manhood strain against his loincloth, and resisted the urge to reach down and rub it as he stared at the young goddess, looking alluring even with just half of her chest exposed. He wanted to pounce her and take that exposed nipple into his mouth and twirl his tongue against it, and to feel her arch against him as he did so.

     Persephone went to her other side, pulling out the pin nearest her hand and working her way up, pausing as she reached the last one. She stared at him for a moment before reaching up to tug the last pin loose, causing all the silk to fall to her hips. Maintaining her steady, half-lidded gaze, she ran her hands along her breasts and stomach, her palms sliding smoothly against her pale skin before she reached her girdle, her hands wiggling under the silk. As soon as she let go of it, the belt and gown pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of it, wearing nothing but a white silk loincloth. She stood there calmly and confidently, one hip jutting out as she studied Hades, taking in every nuance of his pose and expression. This powerful and handsome god disdained Aphrodite and considered his captive more beautiful than the Goddess of Beauty, and that knowledge was no small stroke to Persephone's self-confidence. For so long she had been seen and treated as a little girl, and she enjoyed her physical and sexual freedom.

     She hooked her fingers into the sides of her underwear and pushed down, lightly kicking it off with one foot onto the top of her discarded gown.

     “I am naked. But you are still dressed...” Her eyes twinkled as she gazed at him.

     “So?” he shot back playfully.

     “You are not the only one who enjoys ogling their lover's nakedness, you know.”

     “That certainly is reassuring to know.” He grinned as his eyes ran up and down her body, his need aching afresh as he imagined what he would do to her tonight. In a play of mock modesty, she arranged her hair so that it covered her breasts, and covered her womanhood with her hands.

     “Mmm, I think not, my dear,” Hades scolded gently as he approached her. She took several steps back, maintaining her modesty as she mirrored his smirk. When he reached for her, she retreated further, darting around the tree.

     Persephone wasn't about to let him enjoy her body as long as he was dressed. She enjoyed the sight of his body, and running her hands along it and feeling it pressed against her. She wanted to see his arousal and enjoy the sight of it as he touched her. When he reached again, she jumped back, a stubborn gleam in her eyes. He laughed, a low, velvety chuckle in the back of his throat as he looked at her.

     “Tonight... you are mine.” he warned her, his voice taking on the purr he used in their most intimate moments. Before she could retreat further, she felt shadowy binds grip her ankles. A moment later, two more binds reached for her wrists, wrapping around them and pulling them away from her body, raising her hands over her head. She struggled against them as more came up to wrap around her chest and waist, looping around her shoulders as well as her thighs as they lifted her off the grass, the binds around her ankles pulling her legs apart.

     The shadows held her at a height that made her gaze level to his, and she dangled against them comfortably as she eyed him defiantly, tugging against her binds.

     “No fair.” She stuck out her lower lip in a cute pout as Hades regarded her with a satisfied expression, admiring his handiwork. The shadows were distributed evenly along her body, ensuring her comfort as she hung there, wiggling as her legs were tugged even wider apart.

     “What is not fair is you teasing me for the last week,” he retorted, remembering the times she would flash her flesh. She giggled softly in response.

     “You find that amusing?” he asked in a mock scolding tone. She nodded.

     “Well, now I shall have my amusement.” His eyes roved along her body, pausing at the tempting sight between her legs before he reached out, stroking her inner thighs. She stared at him with a coy smile, pushing herself toward his hands. The delectable scent of her arousal became evident as his fingers slowly caressed their way upwards, and she gave out a soft whimper as he touched her outer lips. As he studied her face, his fingers slid over to her moist inner lips, and she let out another whimper, wiggling under his hand.

     “My love...” He leaned in, his nose lightly touching against hers before he pressed his lips against hers. She responded welcomingly, pressing her lips against his own and nuzzling him. He basked in her affection, content to let her kiss and nuzzle him for several moments before he pulled back. He rubbed her right cheek lightly with the back of his fingers as she cooed softly. Letting that hand trail down her face and neck, he squeezed a breast, enjoying the feel of the warm flesh against his palm.

     “Aidon...” she breathed out, arching against him as he lightly stroked her moist inner area with a finger, rubbing and massaging the slick flesh as he lowered his head to suck on her nipple. She bit her lip, a comely blush becoming evident across her cheeks as he teased her with his finger and tongue. Her head lolled forward as she watched him love up on her body, taking her other nipple into her mouth and massaging the breast he left behind.