A/N: I've been reading a ton of romance books and fan fiction so I'm having a burst of inspiration. Hope you enjoy the fourth chapter. I'd like you to realize now that Hades emotions will change. He may be cool and collected, but he is a rollercoaster like any other god or person, and he is subject to change as he is a 3 Dimensional character and not a 2D one.

Disclaimer: Hmmm, come to think of it, yes, I do own everything in the world. NOT!

Title: The Earth Dies

Chapter Four

On the surface, it was chaos. Suddenly the plants were wilting; the trees were turning vibrant colors, but then falling from the trees. The mortals were in a panic. No god or goddess would show comfort. Demeter was angry, and allowed crops to die. All those except what the mortals needed to survive, or at least hold on until a time when she was not so angry. If that time would ever come.


The stubborn wench would not come from her room. Hades paced his dinning chamber, throwing a glass from the table to shatter against the wall. His lust had not been quenched, and desire raged inside of his veins. While he didn't know if he was furious at her for not attending when he called, or that fact he was glad of the absence of her frustrating presence.

Hades stopped his movement for a moment, his chest heaving. He could not be weak around her. He would not be made to look like a weak fool. He pushed his way out of the room and to the other side of the manor, finding himself at the corridor to her room. He paused outside before pushing the door open.


Persephone smiled at the servant. She hadn't allowed what looked like a young boy, to leave. She enjoyed the humble company. It brought her comfort that she was not the only trapped soul, though pity was an emotion close to that of the comfort she felt.

"So is this what it's going to be like…?" She asked him sadly.

The boy, brushing his dark curly hair from his face shrugged. "What were you expecting?" He asked, his stutter having dissipated after seeing the goddess meant him no harm.

"I wasn't expecting anything…" She explained briefly, not bothering the servant with her sad excuse for an abduction story.

There was silence for a long time; neither having much to say to each other. Suddenly the boy was at his hands and knees and a cold burst of air entered Persephone's chamber.


Hades observed the scene before him. While the boy was cowering and respectful, the girl was unmoving. The emotion that played inside him was a strange one. Was he angry with her still? The sight of her and made the tingling, euphoric feeling he had experienced early wash over him again. Realizing he had not said anything yet, he allowed his face to harden and stepped forward.

"Leave us." He ordered the servant, who he did not bother, nor want, to learn the name of.

Hades saw Persephone open her mouth to protest before realizing it would do no good. He allowed himself to feel amusement. Perhaps she was learning after all. Hades kept his eyes on her as the boy left, watching her own eyes following her acquaintance out. When he was gone, her eyes, leaf colored and vivid against the dark of the room, found his and she stared back, as stoic as he was.

"I know." was all she said.

A grin crept upon his face. He did not even have to state the obvious: That she had disobeyed him.

"Good, then you will not let it happen again."

Emotion appeared on her face. Confusion, anger, defiance and pride. "I will do what I wish." She stated in a matter of fact tone. She turned her back to him, tracing the wood grain on the black-stained wooden desk. Hades' eyes flashed and he was suddenly behind her, trapping her with his arms.

She clenched her jaw and tried to turn, but Hades used his pelvis to press her against the desk. He felt her back rise as her chest struggled to bring in air. Not that he was keeping her from breathing, he knew, she was just nervous at his presence. This was how she should react to him: fearful.

While he may have been causing her to feel something, it was not fear. In fact, Persephone could only feel pleasure as he pressed into her. She willed herself to not show this, and was hardly content with controlling her breathing, making him believe she was timid in her fright.

What she first thought was air on her neck, was suddenly lips-Hades' lips-on her. The caresses were nothing more than lips on skin but they caused a tremor in Persephone's body. She gasped and leaned back into Hades, who ran his hands closer together on the desk before skipping to her stomach. Her hands braced her weight on the desk before allowing herself to be wrapped up in him. Hades moved his hands up and down her tight stomach, feeling the muscles spasm under the pads of his fingers. He was almost obsessed with her reaction to him and his hands slipped higher to see how she would react. She let out an uninhibited moan and Hades responded by pressing himself harder into her back. She could feel his arousal pressing into the small of her back and she panted softly as one of his hands slipped up and over a previously explored territory.

His other hand continued South, around her navel and down further. He rested it over her sex, and Persephone's hands rested on both of the tops of his arms. She whimpered and her hips struggled against his now caressing touch. Against the skin of her neck he made a growling noise, encouraging her struggles and sounds. Her breath came faster as one of his fingers slipped harder over her, the softness of the cloth causing her to become more aroused.

These were not the feelings of an innocent goddess. These were intoxicating…and dangerous.

Hades, feeling her frustrated reaction to his touches, reached up with the hand that had been kneading the soft flesh of her breast and turned her head to the side, his lips taking hers as his hand went back to continue its task. She moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against his hand.

The cold of the room was put at bay by the heat coming from the both of them. Hades bit her lip once more, though not enough to draw blood.

"You want me?" His dark and husky voice inquired.

"Y-yes…" She answered along with a whimper.

"Tell me." He ordered.

"I want you, My Lord." Her voice came, hoping her compliant tone would encourage him.

"Good girl." He growled, his hand slipping lower on her thigh, warranting a displeased groan from her. He shushed her gently, his hand slipping under her simple white dress. He brought it up and over her thighs, his eyes scanning what he could see from the position he was in. He smiled, pushing her dress up further, over her buttocks and stomach. Then, finally, he caught sight of her delicious, supple orbs. He couldn't suppress a moan and with one final tug…she was naked in front of him, her back facing him.

He breathed hard, his lips kissing her shoulder once before he turned her around violently and pushed her against the desk so she was sitting on it. He maneuvered himself in between her, raising a still-clothed leg and rubbing it against her exposed sex. She gasped, resting back on her hands, her breasts in the air.

A sly grin crossed Hades' face and he leaned down, biting at her nipple. She gasped, a small squeak leaving her mouth. Her eyes watched as his lips slipped down in between her valley and over to her other bosom. He sucked gently on her teat, savoring the soft skin on his tongue. She whimpered louder, bucking her hips in want and anticipation.

Teasing her still he moved his fingers in the curls of her unexplored area. She let out frustrated grunts and he grinned, his forefinger tickling her maliciously. "Ohhh…" She whispered, pleading with him.

He smiled and slipped his finger inside of her. The tightness of her opening surprising him before he started slipping it out and then inside, in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. His lips left her breasts, his tongue licking down her navel to where his finger was working away. He took in her sweet scent before his tongue entered her. A soft scream left her mouth and he grinned as he started to lap at her.

"Y-yes…" she moaned.

His mouth left her for a moment, "Scream, yell, curse me." He encouraged before pushing his face into her once more, his hand continuing its movement.

"Ah!" She cried, "More! More!" Persephone's innocent voice called, not sounding so innocent anymore.

She could feel a warmth course throughout her, starting from her womb and spreading to her toes and fingers. "Harder! Gods, more!" She screamed.

Hades jabbed his tongue into her, adding another digit as he brought her closer to a climax. She breathed harder, a close succession of "Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh's!" Then, suddenly, she was there, and she arched her back, letting out a long, loud scream.

Hades smiled, drinking in her juices; the honey from her body. He smiled satisfied before suddenly standing straight and pushing Persephone back so she was completely laying down, her legs spread wide, wetness on her thighs. He stepped around near her face. His hand came down hard on one of her breasts, kneading hard and milking a moan from her. "You'd like me to take you now, wouldn't you, fill you with me. You're wishing for it." He leaned down, kissing her violently, drawing blood once more from her lips. She was still breathing hard, her legs spread open still. Her eyes looked up at him, clouded with desire and want. Yes, she was wishing for it.

"Keep wishing." He said, giving her breast one more squeeze before suddenly he was gone from the room, leaving only a hard-breathing, violated girl in his wake.