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Property of Amyleah
Disclaimer: Greek Mythology is a very fascinating folklore. But unfortunately, I do not own them. If I do there are three possible reasons as to why I am still alive.
I'm immortal, possibly one of the Gods/Goddesses (which is preposterous)
I've reincarnated. (Weird, cause reincarnation is absurd and illogical-no offence)
I'm a fool who just doesn't know when to die, yet.(If I've lived for centuries I mean)
Summary: For years, Hades suffered from his brother's unending jeers and ignorance. He loathed Zeus since the day he took Persephone away-permanently. Now centuries later. He sense her presence amongst the mortals. Has she reincarnated?
Surviving The Seasons
Prologue: Obnoxious Dreams.
His kissed were rough and full of need. There was nothing innocent about any of it. Open-mouthed kissed covering her neck.
Persephone melted into his embrace. Her back arched perfectly and her head thrown back in delight. Soft delectable moans parted from her lips like a prayer; it called out to him like a nymph would.
Her sharp nails clawing at his back as she begged him for release. Her small hands running across his shoulder-blades to encourage in him further.
Hades smirked. His hand made its way up her thighs, moving up and down repeatedly and finally settling down on her flat stomach. Hades tongued her navel, kissing the soft skin leading to her hips.
Oh, how he enjoyed watching her squirm underneath him as lust took over her.
"Hades." She whimpered. Her hair lost in his tousled black hair. Persephone had never thought that she'd have to bow down to any man before, much less to the Lord of The Underworld himself.
Hades was teasing her, bringing her pleasure anywhere but to her aching sex. Her cries made him hard and breathless, and impatient to devour her.
He'd groan whenever she tugged on his hair. She'd gasp whenever her came close to her wet and soaking sex. It was a mixture of both pain and pleasure for the two.
And just when his length was aligned with her sex... a sudden shrill was heard.
Liam woke up to his alarm clock vibrating profusely on the night stand. Sweats running down his forehead and sheets sticking on to him like a second layer of skin. He glanced at the alarm clock and grunted in frustration. Feeling painfully hard in his lower region, Liam made his way to the bathroom for a cold shower. A very, very cold one.
Author's End Note: Now I know this is short, but bear in mind that this is just a prologue. The first chapter will eventually come along... say in August or earlier. But I'm not promising anything.
Last and not least, please send me reviews. Tell me what you think of the prologue and forgive me for the grammar errors and also spelling errors. Don't hold back, I want to know what you really think. Flames are welcomed with open arms. This will actually be my second lemony fic.