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CHAPTER 10
She couldn't help but laugh hysterically- so hard that the tears were streaming down her cheeks. The absurdities she had just been told were outrageously funny.
"So you mean to tell me that my teenaged daughter is some kind of superhero who has been chosen to save the world from evil? Demons… vampires...-" Joyce cut herself off with another round of hysterical laughter.
Giles, Angel and the rest of the Scooby gang sat back and watched the entire scene unfold before them. Did Joyce really not believe everything she had just been told? Or was she in denial?
"Joyce, there are things in this world that are difficult to understand… to fully comprehend. But, I assure you this is no laughing matter. We came to you today because the matter at hand is pressing and time is of the essence."
Joyce straightened and watched Giles with wide, mirth-filled eyes, giving him an unspoken signal to continue.
"We believe that Buffy has been taken by a very dangerous man- a vampire, in fact, and-"
Giles was again cut off by a loud snort of laughter from Joyce, the kind you can't help but let escape after trying to hold in for far too long. Angry and desperate for her to hear him, Giles quickly stood, knocking his chair onto the floor him and bringing one fist to pound on the table which they were all currently gathered around.
"Damnit woman! What I am telling you is real and if we cant find Buffy, and soon, she will die!"
Startled into mild belief by his sudden outburst, Joyce quickly lost all sense of humor. That was when she heard sobbing coming from the opposite end of the table. Willow had buried her face in her hands and had begun to cry as Xander stroked her back, whispering that they would find their friend and that she would be ok.
Realization began to set in and it was too much for Joyce to handle.
"Where the hell is my daughter?!" she yelled, quickly standing from the table and moving toward the stairs.
"BUFFY?! BUFFY WHERE ARE YOU? THE JOKE IS OVER!"
Joyce climbed the stairs two at a time until she reached the top of the landing in record speed and turned into her daughter's room. The room looked like it hadn't been touched since Halloween when Buffy left to trick-or-treat with the children from the volunteer program.
She frantically looked around the room and when she didn't see Buffy she continued to call out to her while opening every door in her house.
"Joyce stop! She's not here!
"Well I certainly refuse to let myself believe she's been taken by a VAMPIRE! Vampires aren't real!"
That was when Angel let out the most feral growl anyone had ever heard. Startled, Joyce turned to look at the source of the sound and what she was met with shook her to her core. Buffy's "history tutor" had taken on the façade of an ugly demon. His face had morphed into a menacing glare with a wrinkled brown ridge, glowing yellow eyes and teeth that were barred and… sharp. They were jagged and pointed at the ends and in that moment she couldn't help but believe everything she had just been told.
"We are real, Joyce". Angel spoke, slowly approaching the woman who looked like she had just gone into shock. "We are real and the vampire most notoriously known for killing Buffy's kind has her and we don't know where."
"I can't accept that", Joyce responded, a hard look on her face.
"Then don't. And feel free to waste your time staring at that front door, because she's not coming home until we all come together and figure out a way to get her back", Xander cut in. Turning around to face the rest of the crew who had all slowly gathered in the hallway he spoke again- "We've already lost too much time coming here, we have to get back to finding a way to bring Buffy home."
They all slowly turned and began descending the stairs. Immobilized with shock, Joyce just stood and watched them all disappear from sight. Underneath her, she could hear them collecting their belongings and putting chairs back into place before making their way out of her house and closing the door behind them.
That was when reality hit Joyce like a ton of bricks. Every time Buffy had confided in her and tried to tell her that these things that go bump in the night were all real, Joyce disregarded her… thought she was crazy… and even went so far as to have her institutionalized. Was she such a terrible mother? How could she be so careless with her only child.
And now her child was in danger.
No… something had to be done. She needed to find a way to get her daughter back, and the only person she knew would be able to help her was the person responsible for this entire ordeal.
She would have to go to Giles for help.
He tossed and turned in his bed, attempting to sleep but it was fleeting. He hadn't had a decent nights rest in months. Knowing the woman he loved slept in his palace but not with him was the worst form of torture… to have her so close yet so far away. Many nights he would crawl out of bed and make his way down the hall to her chambers and would watch her sleep for hours.
Tonight was no different.
He teleported directly into her room, fearful of waking her should he open the door, and watched her deep in slumber. The way her face looked so at peace without the lines of worry that seemed to be permanently etched across her face during the day. The way her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. The mewling sounds she made in her sleep. The way she moved without waking, trying to find comfort in her unconscious state. The way her gown exposed skin he did not have the pleasure of admiring during waking hours.
Currently Persephone had kicked her covers off, likely trying to find relief from the heat of the night, and he could see the flesh of her thighs. Her arms were thrown above her head and her hair glistened in the moonlight.
And oh, how Hades wanted to run his fingers through her hair.
He slowly approached her bedside and reached his hand out to touch those golden strands, but stopped just short of them. Admiring her beauty, he ran his hand down the expanse of her body, hovering just over her skin.
Wanting to touch her so badly it hurt.
Just as he hovered between her legs, imagining how warm and wet she could be for him, Persephone made a noise in her sleep that made Hades' desire grow hard. He scrunched his face together in a pained expression and brought his other fist to his mouth to bite down on.
How he wanted to take this woman and make her his… so badly.
Looking down at her again, he noticed her sudden labored breaths and the sight of her breasts moving in time with them- her cleavage straining against their confines. As she moved again on the bed, she turned her head toward him and allowed her legs to fall open.
Hades felt his heart fall to the pit of his stomach when he realized something that made his eye practically roll to the back of his head.
Whatever she was dreaming, it was VERY nice.
The quiet noises she was making soon became loud moans of pleasure and he couldn't help but feel jealous. Of whom was she thinking? Who did she want bringing her pleasure like the kind she was experiencing in the recesses of her mind?
Feeling brave, Hades brought his hand up to her lips and allowed his fingers to trace their outline. He gently slid his hand across her chin and down her neck, tracing her clavicle on the way down to the swell of her breasts. And by the gods, how he wanted to take them both in his hands and squeeze them- to roll her nipples between his fingers until they hardened with pleasure.
But fearful of waking her, he simply ran his finger down the center of her chest and continued to move his hand down along her stomach. When he reached her mound he bypassed it, afraid that if he touched her in her most intimate area he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from taking what he wanted. He was so hard for her and knew that if he felt even the slightest bit of moisture revealing the extent of her excitement, he would make her his- wedding be damned.
Instead he moved his hand down right her hip. It was almost as though she sensed that the source of her possible relief was near, because as his hand traced her inner thigh with the lightest of touches, Persephone's hips jutted forward of their own accord, seemingly searching for more.
That was when Hades lost all control. He quickly climbed onto the bed and settled himself between Persephone's legs, hovering above her. He began showering her face with kisses, taking in the way she smelled and the light sheen of sweat that had begun to accumulate on her brow. Unable to resist anymore, he brought his hand to rest at the apex of her thighs before moving down and slipping his fingers between her folds.
And she felt divine.
So soft and warm and wet- and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her and make himself right at home. But even then she still slept. Would he be able to bring her off without waking her? Why did it matter?!
No longer caring if she awoke under his ministrations, Hades lifted the hem of her dress to rest on her stomach and took in the site of her- and was she beautiful. While looking at her womanhood he slipped the fingers that had been touching her into his mouth to taste her and he was instantly lost.
She tasted heavenly and he wanted more.
Wanted all of her.
And that was when he heard her whisper his name.
Tonight was no different.
He teleported directly into her room, fearful of waking her should he open the door, and watched her deep in slumber. The way her face looked so at peace without the lines of worry that seemed to be permanently etched across her face during the day. The way her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. The mewling sounds she made in her sleep. The way she moved without waking, trying to find comfort in her unconscious state. The way her gown exposed skin he did not have the pleasure of admiring during waking hours.
Currently Persephone had kicked her covers off, likely trying to find relief from the heat of the night, and he could see the flesh of her thighs. Her arms were thrown above her head and her hair glistened in the moonlight.
And oh, how Hades wanted to run his fingers through her hair.
He slowly approached her bedside and reached his hand out to touch those golden strands, but stopped just short of them. Admiring her beauty, he ran his hand down the expanse of her body, hovering just over her skin.
Wanting to touch her so badly it hurt.
Just as he hovered between her legs, imagining how warm and wet she could be for him, Persephone made a noise in her sleep that made Hades' desire grow hard. He scrunched his face together in a pained expression and brought his other fist to his mouth to bite down on.
How he wanted to take this woman and make her his… so badly.
Looking down at her again, he noticed her sudden labored breaths and the sight of her breasts moving in time with them- her cleavage straining against their confines. As she moved again on the bed, she turned her head toward him and allowed her legs to fall open.
Hades felt his heart fall to the pit of his stomach when he realized something that made his eye practically roll to the back of his head.
Whatever she was dreaming, it was VERY nice.
The quiet noises she was making soon became loud moans of pleasure and he couldn't help but feel jealous. Of whom was she thinking? Who did she want bringing her pleasure like the kind she was experiencing in the recesses of her mind?
Feeling brave, Hades brought his hand up to her lips and allowed his fingers to trace their outline. He gently slid his hand across her chin and down her neck, tracing her clavicle on the way down to the swell of her breasts. And by the gods, how he wanted to take them both in his hands and squeeze them- to roll her nipples between his fingers until they hardened with pleasure.
But fearful of waking her, he simply ran his finger down the center of her chest and continued to move his hand down along her stomach. When he reached her mound he bypassed it, afraid that if he touched her in her most intimate area he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from taking what he wanted. He was so hard for her and knew that if he felt even the slightest bit of moisture revealing the extent of her excitement, he would make her his- wedding be damned.
Instead he moved his hand down right her hip. It was almost as though she sensed that the source of her possible relief was near, because as his hand traced her inner thigh with the lightest of touches, Persephone's hips jutted forward of their own accord, seemingly searching for more.
That was when Hades lost all control. He quickly climbed onto the bed and settled himself between Persephone's legs, hovering above her. He began showering her face with kisses, taking in the way she smelled and the light sheen of sweat that had begun to accumulate on her brow. Unable to resist anymore, he brought his hand to rest at the apex of her thighs before moving down and slipping his fingers between her folds.
And she felt divine.
So soft and warm and wet- and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her and make himself right at home. But even then she still slept. Would he be able to bring her off without waking her? Why did it matter?!
No longer caring if she awoke under his ministrations, Hades lifted the hem of her dress to rest on her stomach and took in the site of her- and was she beautiful. While looking at her womanhood he slipped the fingers that had been touching her into his mouth to taste her and he was instantly lost.
She tasted heavenly and he wanted more.
Wanted all of her.
And that was when he heard her whisper his name.
"Hadesss…"
She was dreaming of him! Imagining him bringing her pleasure just like he'd imagined it himself time and time again since he'd brought her here to be his wife. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head with desire.
He quickly moved his hand under her left knee to spread her legs further apart and opened her to him as much as he could. After taking in the sight of her one more time, he brought his lips up to her clit and let his tongue flick out between them to lick her up and down.
Persephone's moans instantly became louder and he felt her begin to grind herself against his face. Looking for more… wanting more… wanting more of him. He pressed his mouth harder into her center, lapping up the evidence of her excitement until he was drunk with her.
"H-Hades?!" Persephone gasped.
Unwilling to pull himself from between her legs, Hades looked up at her from his very precarious position and stared at her with eyes filled with want. And he was met with eyes just as full of desire and passion as he knew his were.
Persephone couldn't help but be completely taken aback by seeing Hades' head between her legs when she woke, feeling his tongue caressing areas that made her flush with embarrassment. Everything he was doing felt so good, and watching his head as it moved was only adding fuel to the fire.
She started to feel pressure building in the pit of her stomach accompanied by what she thought could be anxiety. She could feel her legs shaking and her inner walls began to quake. Afraid of these feelings she'd never before experienced and wanting to bring an end to them, she called out to him again.
"Hades?!"
He looked up at her again and as she looked into his eyes he brought his hand up to her breasts and pulled her dress down, exposing her nipples to the night air that was now a nice, cool contrast against her scorching hot skin.
Desperate for relief from all of the feelings assaulting her, Persephone tried to close her legs and thus herself, off from Hades- but he pinned one of her legs down with his free hand and continued on.
"Unhhhhh!" she moaned again and began grinding herself against Hade's face even faster than before. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Why was her body betraying her like this? She didn't know what was happening but knew it couldn't be right.
He was rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger now, squeezing them tight, wanting to bring her a bit of pain with the pleasure. He began moving his tongue against her clit faster and faster until he felt a new rush of liquid pool between her legs. Quickly, he brought his tongue to her opening and pushed forward, feeling her walls surrounding his tongue.
Her moans were coming quicker and louder, intermingled with nervous yells of pleasure. She'd never experienced an orgasm before, he could tell from the sounds she was making, and he reveled in the idea of being the first and only man to ever accomplish that.
Attempting to push Hades away, Persephone pushed at his head with her hand but he never relented in his efforts. Feeling herself begin to slip into a state of being she had no control over, Persephone fisted his hair into her hand and against her own accord pushed him deeper into her core.
"Mmmmm", she felt the vibrations of his moan against her clit and she was lost.
"Hades?...Hades?! … HADES!" She cried as her back arched up off the bed and her entire body fell into a fit of convulsions.
That was when he suddenly sat up in his bed. He instantly became all too aware that what he had experienced was all just a dream. Putting his hands on either side of his head he allowed himself to flop back onto the bed in extreme frustration.
And not to mention- an extreme erection.
Unbeknownst to him, just down the hall Persephone also shot up out of bed, covered in sweat and panting heavily. She could feel her center warm and wet and when she looked around the room, three very amused women sat on her windowsill- wide eyed and slack jawed.
"I want to hear all about it!" Megaera yelled, leaping from the window and crossing over to Persephone's bedside in a heartbeat.
Embarrassed, flustered and a bit aggravated, Persephone buried her face in her hands and flopped back down onto the bed.
What the hell just happened?