Seeds: Volume Two (34 page)

     “Aidon.... I need you.” She glanced around at their surroundings. The palace on the Blessed Isles was a wonderful place to spend time with him. She locked her gaze with his, staring at him calmly, though her cheeks were flushed with passion. He smiled, thankful that her 'ailment' had now run its course. The bright twinkle within her eyes promised eagerness for whatever he might offer her.

     “Shall I take you to bed, then?” he asked, his voice seductive and velvety. She grinned and nodded as he tightened his embrace, the shadows enveloping them before they were gone.

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     As always, Persephone felt a bit dizzy as they materialized in the bedroom of the small Palace, a temporary aftereffect of teleportation. He kept her steady with an arm around her middle, letting her orient herself before he guided her to the side of the bed. She leaned against the bedpost as he unpinned his cloak, tossing that to the floor.

     “So what did you have in mind for tonight, love? A nice massage? Some shadow-play? You teasing me, or the other way around?” he asked, his voice purring in that low way that never ceased to cause her to become heated. The mental images that came from his words caused pleasant memories to tickle her consciousness, and she stared at him with pure want, ready to cast aside the last shred of her sexual innocence. Her clitoris ached, and she wiggled around her hips slightly, shifting her weight from foot to foot. He tugged off the pins that held up his tunic, causing his entire chest to be bared before her appreciative gaze.

     “I need you...” she hissed, her womanhood throbbing with the delicious burn of arousal.

     Hades's manhood was aching just as fiercely, and he stepped towards her. This night would be different, he thought to himself, and he reached out, opening up the gown she wore to expose her supple, pink-tipped breasts.

     Persephone shuddered as he massaged her breasts, and she arched towards him. Roughly, he undid her girdle, letting the material uncover her entire front before pulling down her loincloth. She stood there pale and beautiful with moisture glistening just under the dark red curls that sat at the juncture between her legs. She reached with one hand to finger herself.

     His hand, strong and firm, gently plucked her slim hand away from her pussy. Only when he was in the mood to watch did he let her pleasure herself in front of him. But not this time. She whined in frustration, trying to free her hand, but his grip was too strong.

     “No fair,” she moaned, twisting around.

     “It is fair, my love... I will pleasure you to heights you can only reach through my touch...” He kissed at her neck and then raised her hand, licking her juices from her slender fingers. His face was a mask of bliss, and he shuddered, teasing her with his hands before she became completely naked, while he was still partially covered. He stepped back for a moment to admire her before he motioned for her to crawl onto the bed and make herself comfortable. When she did, he watched appreciatively as she settled herself.

     “What would tickle your fancy tonight, lady Persephone? Ah, the very sight of you...” He gestured towards the bulge that swelled against his loincloth, making a visible tent against his clothing.

     “There is one thing that I have wanted... that we have both wanted for a long time.” She lifted her pretty chin, making for a splendid sight against the deep scarlet blankets that lined the comfortable bed.

     “And... what might that be?” Hades asked as he loosened his belt, letting his tunic fall to the floor. His need was now much more visible, and she glanced at the bulge for a moment before looking up at him again.

     “I want you to take me in the way I know you have always wanted to. I am yours, Aidon.”

     He stared at her for several moments before feeling an almost overwhelming rush of exhilaration.
Yes
. He had been patient, and let her grow comfortable with him, just as he knew he should. After all, forcing her into bed wouldn't have endeared him to her. He had always been hoping she would offer soon enough, but even now he was still wildly giddy.

     “You are... offering me yourself? As a lady to her lord?” Hades whispered, barely reining in his passion.

     “Yes.” She was smiling faintly.

     “Oh, Persephone....” He quickly slipped off his sandals before whipping off his loincloth, and he climbed onto the bed, his movement smooth and sleek much like an overgrown cat.

     “My lord.” She moaned softly, splayed on the bed, naked and inviting. He blanketed himself over her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. He settled his knees before lowering his hips, rubbing his aching manhood against her slit, causing her to arch and whine softly. Keeping himself propped up with one arm, he kissed the side of her face and neck, teasingly pressing into her a fraction of an inch before pulling out.

     “Mmph... Tell me...” He breathed, the tip of his manhood now at her opening, creating a light prodding motion, “Tell me how much you need me...” He slid in about an inch, encasing most of the swollen glans within her tight flesh. She groaned softly when he pulled out.

     “Hades. I need you. I cannot imagine anyone else for myself. I only want you and your touch. Please. Do not torture me. Take me. Make me yours.”

     He smiled down at her, his loving gaze showing her how much he enjoyed her words. He pushed back in, further now and.... She gasped softly as she felt the strain against her hymen.
That's it
. Once he broke through, there was no going back. She shuddered a bit, but took a deep breath before exhaling slowly.

     His lips met hers, and he swallowed her soft cry as he broke through the last vestige of her girlhood, a slight flash of pain as he took what she offered. When he was fully sheathed, he remained where he was, and oh, how full she felt! The shadows had never been this thick, and she wiggled, clenching. She knew at this moment that she could never feel as much pleasure from anything else as she was feeling right now from his thick manhood. Her breath hitched and she bucked against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The nails, short and neat, left red crescent marks in his back as she clung to him.

     Of course, Hades was the last person to complain.
Fuck
. She was so tight and wet. It felt as if her body was trying to swallow him up. After several moments of just enjoying it, he started to thrust slowly. She responded more than eagerly, her gasps and wails filling the bedchamber. She was so delicious in every way, her noises making him ache even further. Ohh how much he cherished this moment!

     He thrust deeply and rocked his hips in fierce motions, unable to keep himself in control. Various forms of intimacy were enjoyable, but there was nothing like mating, of raw and wild passion brought together in the pure simplicity of heated union. Persephone splayed out further, releasing Hades from her tight embrace as she looked up at him with desire, digging her nails into the blankets.

     He thrust more wildly, spurred by her cries for more, and when he wasn't looking at her face, her bouncing and jiggling breasts had his rapt attention. She was enthusiastic about this, thrusting her hips back at him, clawing at his chest even as she begged for more. Her hair had come undone from the sash it was bound in earlier and now flowed along her shoulder in wild, silky tresses. She looked radiant in the throes of passion, Hades noted with amusement before she cried out his name, her orgasm rippling through her body like white-hot electricity, spurred further with each thrust that her lover made.

     When he came, it was glorious, this hot explosion within her, causing her to give out a sudden gasp at the unexpected pleasure of his climax against her inner flesh. It was also plentiful, filling her up, causing warmth to radiate through her insides.

     Hades wasn't done, as she was soon to discover after he had allowed her a short rest.

     “I hope you found this experience to be meeting your expectations,” Hades whispered as he kissed and nuzzled the side of her neck.

     “Rest assured, it exceeded them.” She gave out a contented sigh when he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into a tighter embrace and showing her that he was still aroused. Even though she had been well-fucked mere minutes ago, the thought of another coupling excited her. Hades sat up, and she found herself positioned so that she was facing him while sitting in his lap. He leaned back, propped up by several large pillows. She steadied herself by placing her hands on his chest, and wiggled around, feeling his groin press against her own. She wiggled her hips upward, letting his manhood stand to full attention before lowering herself again. Keeping one hand on his chest, she reached down with her other one to grasp his engorged passion.

     “Seph...” He wiggled as she slowly lowered herself, using her grip on him to help steady the hard flesh as she slid it within herself. He felt her clenching around it, and she let go of him, sliding down with a suitably provocative wiggle to her hips. His hands slid up her thighs to her sides, squeezing gently.

     “It feels so good,” she purred, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She shifted her hips around, causing frissons of pleasure for both of them.

     “All for you,” he replied, stroking her sides before he bucked his hips upward. She gave out a low gasp before grinding downward, and he growled at her before he repeated his motion. The young goddess twisted and writhed against him, clenching around him as he held onto her. Reaching down with a hand, he found her sensitive nub and pressed against it, causing her to whimper as she continued writhing against him.

     “Who is your lord?” he whispered. She stared up at him with eyes that gleamed with raw need.

     “You are,” she moaned, grinding against him as he continued to manipulate her, pressing against her aching clit. With a cry of exultation, she came, slumping forward and burying her face against his chest as she caught her breath. He stroked her hair and back, putting off his own orgasm for the moment as he ran his fingers along her body, feeling her faint trembles. After she had calmed a bit, he gently pushed her off him and hoisted her up so that she was on her hands and knees. She gave out a shuddering moan when he slammed into her from behind, his hands on her hips with an iron grip as he thrust into her roughly. She did not protest, and reveled in the pure animal force of Hades's passion. This was not the refined Lord of the Underworld, or the dreaded Dark One. He was simply an impassioned male who was enjoying himself with the one he loved, and he certainly wasn't the only one enjoying this scenario.

     His roar of climax was much like a beast's own, and that thrilled her. It flattered her to know that she alone could drive the Dark God into such throes of ecstasy. Even after he had spent, he continued thrusting, remaining hard, his flesh plunging into her welcoming body as she kept herself steady – at least, as much as she could – enjoying the small aftershocks of orgasm that his continued attentions brought her. She gave out a low, shaky sigh when he finally pulled out of her. When she felt him gently press on her hip to make her lay down, she did not resist and let her body flop down. As she closed her eyes, she felt him stroke her cheek.

     “My love, you were simply stunning,” she heard him say. A faint smile tugged at her lips.

     “Thank you.” She curled up on the bed, exhausted from his fierce attentions and simply wishing for some rest. She knew that lovemaking was supposed to be intense, but she had never imagined it would be like that. It was incredible!

     “Seeing you with that delightful flush on your cheeks makes me want you all the more,” his voice purred into her ear.

     “Please, Aidon....” She felt a hand massage her breast. “You... you are incredible... and overwhelming.”

     “Overwhelming? Do forgive me, I cannot help but desire you so much.”

     “Of course I forgive you.”

     “Just lie back, and let me love you.” His lips rained down along her face and breasts, and his hands massaged her as he rolled her over onto her back. Under this treatment, she was only too happy to surrender to him again, feeling his heated flesh plunge into her with that savage and addicting rhythm. The mattress became more springy and soft to accommodate her, and absorbed the brunt of his force, keeping her quite comfortable as he thrust into her wildly, and from her position, she could study his face and see the exciting mixture of desire, ecstasy, and need illustrated in his features. He bared his teeth in a handsome growl when he finally approached his climax, and clenched his jaw as he continued thrusting. When he was done, she lay there, leaking the evidence of his passion from her still-throbbing womanhood. She seemed not aware of anything around her, and was just barely conscious if even that.

     She did not notice when Hades summoned a shade to fetch him something. The shade was back within a moment, bearing the object that its master had commanded. It faded back into nothingness as the Lord of the Dead turned back towards his bride, pomegranate in hand. He peeled back one section, revealing the dark inner flesh. Its many facets glistened wetly in the subdued but brilliant light of the Elysian sky as he looked down at his blissful prisoner.

     “Persephone, you must be very thirsty... are you not?” he asked. Her lips were parched. She nodded slowly, her eyes remaining closed. He reached out to taper a finger along her soft, pouty lips. She kissed at his fingertips with a soft whimper. He leaned his head down to suck several pomegranate seeds out of the fruit, leaving their juice on his lips. When his lips touched hers, her tongue darted out to lick the juice off his lips. With a smile, he plucked out a seed.