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So a lil warning, things kinda get intense at the end, I mean it's not like a porno or anything, but just thought I'd let you know, you know, if you're like 12
Some of yall are probably like "intense? Hyfr" ya nastys
Demeter awoke to the chirp of birds along her windowsill, bathing in the bright sun of Helios. She smiled deeply as she readied herself for the day, fastening her ivory toga straps. Today was the start of a new life with her daughter. Her bright smile seemed permanent as she made her way to Kore's room.
"Kore, my sweetest flower, it is time to-" She paused as she was met with silence and an empty room. Demeter took an extensive look inside, her daughter completely absent from the room. She shook her head and laughed softly to herself, "That mischievous little thing, this is the second time this week she's snuck off to her garden before breakfast."
Demeter made her way around the house, straightening objects as she went; moving trinkets to their rightful places, picking up Kore's stray objects, or tilting small portraits upright. The sun's rays hit the golden goddess as she opened her cottage door as she heaved in the marvelous Grecian air. The warm breeze blew through her golden hair, and Demeter believed it to be the most beautiful day.
She came upon her daughter's garden, her pretty blooms glittering in the sunlight. Picking up her toga as she walked, she carefully stepped around her daughter's flowers, as to not trample them. "Kore! Child, you have become most diligent with your little flowers. You must take a break my-" Demeter stopped mid-sentence.
Her daughter was nowhere in sight.
Demeter looked frantically around her. "Kore?" She called. It was absurd to think of Persephone leaving without permission. Her daughter was too weak-minded, her naiveté written all across her face. Demeter quickly turned, running to the last place Kore could be.
Her bare feet trampled the soft grass underneath, no longer caring about the tiny blooms she stepped on. Her breath came in short gasps, her feet pushing her harder than ever before. Kore had to be in the orchards. She had visited them often, her curiosity of the outer world consuming her. Demeter had enchanted them, of course, for Kore to never escape, whether it be accidental or on purpose. She reasoned that her daughter would never leave Demeter willingly, of that she was absolutely certain.
The tall trees of the orchard loomed over Demeter as she sped through them. Her constant shouts of Kore echoing back to her. She finally stopped to catch her breath, tiny sobs escaping her as she clamped a hand over her mouth. Starting anew, she ran back through the extensive orchards, desperately calling her daughter.
"Kore! Please answer me!" Where could she be? She stopped once again, deciding which direction to turn to.
A small snapping of a twig stopped her. She immediately ran towards the direction of the disturbance, her voice breaking with gulps of air.
"Kore! Is it you? Answer me!"
She came to a clearing, where a lone figure stood.
Hermes turned to Demeter's noisy entrance, a shocked expression on his face.
Demeter loudly sighed in relief, one hand over her beating heart. "Oh, Hermes! Thank our lord Zeus that I've found you! Have you by chance seen my Kore? She's nowhere to be found!"
Hermes hesitated. He shifted from one leg to another, nervously. He opened and closed his mouth twice, his words failing him. Demeter lifted an eyebrow in response to his anxiousness. She had never seen Hermes act so shakily.
"Ah, yes, yes! Kore, yes. Artemis-" he said slowly, testing out the name, "has requested her presence, and so I accompanied her to the deeper parts of the fields."
Demeter frowned angrily, "She always asks for permission. I do not understand why she would leave without seeking my approval first, she always seeks my approval!"
Hermes inched back, surprised at her sudden outburst. "From what I understand, she did not wish to disturb you. Artemis' summons was quite early, and your ladyship was slumbering peacefully." Hermes lied easily.
A soft look crossed Demeter's features. It was so in Kore's nature to be considerate. She most likely heard her stumble through the late hours of the night, and wished to not disturb. Demeter relaxed, as she knew that Artemis was sworn to maidenhood and would not taint her Kore in any way.
She smiled faintly at the young messenger. "I thank you Hermes, for escorting my daughter. I know she is in safe hands with you. Have you any knowledge of her return?"
"I do not, my lady, I do not." His faraway look did not go unnoticed by Demeter, as she nodded and took her leave, saying a quick goodbye to the young god.
Poor Hermes. Demeter could see that he was hopelessly in love with her daughter, ever since they were small. She could have considered Hermes a fine suitor, but the promise of Ares, a true son of Olympus, as her daughter's husband seemed more to her liking. He would protect her strongly, no doubt. Demeter was certain her daughter would be heartbroken at the idea of ever leaving her mother, but once she saw what a strong and handsome god Ares was, Kore would be delighted, ecstatic even.
With a heavy mind of thoughts, Demeter set off to her fields, ready to tend them.
Persephone awoke the next morning, a lazy smile on her face as the memories of her meeting with Hades resurfaced. She remembered the betrothal of Ares, crying into Hades' embrace, his plan to run away, and her dilemma of choosing between her mother and her lover. She remembered the puff of smoke that surrounded her and Hades, her cottage disappearing before her very eyes after she made her decision. Once she had arrived to his palace, she felt too tired to move, and so Hades had gallantly carried her off to her chambers.
She sat up as she took notice of the giant room, white walls dark with the lack of sunlight, strange blue waves illuminating the panels. A white canopy hung above her and her silver bed, the vanity matching the same tone of metallic silver. She looked to her right, a small vase of roses sitting next to her on the bedside table.
Persephone grinned as she leaned down, taking in the gorgeous aroma of the petals. She reached for the note attached to the vase, her name elegantly written across the parchment.
My darling,
I hope you do not regret your decision of coming with me. I will meet you tonight in the throne room.
I love you, my little flower,
Welcome to our home, and our life.
-H
She giggled excitedly as she quickly got up, striding to the giant window. She peered out, a glowing cerulean river flowing underneath. As Hades said, there was no sun. His giant palace sat in a maze of caverns, the light from the river she assumed to be the Styx being the only source of illumination. She found an ethereal beauty in it, the glowing water's reflection dancing across the ebony cavern walls.
She hugged her silk nightgown to her, goosebumps creeping up her arms. She had known there was no warmth in the Underworld, but she found that she didn't mind. Hades had once said that she wouldn't enjoy his kingdom, but he was wrong. The beauty of the Underworld shined brightly to her, a hidden beauty that matched its master.
Persephone turned as her double doors opened, clutching her arms closer to her chest. A tall, curvaceous woman strode in, a huge smile on her pale face. Her dark hair was thrown about her, reaching down to her waist as she quickly walked.
"Good morning, my lady!" She brightly chirped. She held a lush white fabric in her outstretched arms, placing it gently on her bed.
"Good morning," Persephone smiled.
"My, our lord's words hold truth when describing your beauty." She placed one hand across her chest, her balled fist touching her left shoulder. "My name is Hecate, my lady, and I live to serve the future queen."
Persephone blushed, "Thank you, Hecate. Please, I'd prefer if you'd call me Persephone. I am afraid I am not used to such regal titles, even if they are future ones."
Hecate smiled warmly, "As you wish, although, old habits cannot fade, my lady." She grinned. "But enough of this! I've brought you a present."
Hecate steered Persephone towards the white garment sprawled upon the bed. Hecate nodded towards the fabric, encouraging Persephone to pick it up. Tentatively, she picked it up, revealing a beautiful dress.
The white fabric shined even in the dim light of the Underworld, the waist line adorned with golden blooms that sparkled in the light. In the place of shoulder clasps, two matching flowers sharing the same shade of the waist decorations sat, the white of the dress spilling from the golden blossoms on her shoulders, falling into a low V-shape in the front and back.
The skirt left Persephone breathless. She felt over the skirt, following it to the bottom, where outlines of different flowers from her garden decorated the bottom in white stitching. The fabric was soft to the touch, and it slid delicately through her fingers. She let out a soft breath, placing the gown carefully down on the bed.
"It is beautiful," she whispered.
Hecate chuckled, "A beautiful dress for a beautiful bride. You are to wear it tonight."
Persephone turned, wide-eyed. "Tonight?" She was to marry Hades tonight?
Hecate cocked her head, "Do you not wish to marry Lord Hades?"
Persephone frowned. She wished to be married to Hades more than anything, but until this moment, she did not realize what marriage entailed. She would not only become a wife, but a queen. Persephone was to rule a realm that she did not know, and she wasn't even slightly aware of the duties that awaited her. She would no longer be Kore, the little garden goddess, but Persephone, consort of Hades, and Queen of the Underworld.
It may have seemed sudden, but Persephone could not wait longer. She loved Hades more than anything, and the faster they were wed, the faster she would be safe from Ares' marriage.
She sighed as she glanced at Hecate. "I wish to marry him with all my heart. I admit that I am quite nervous of becoming queen of a realm I do not recognize. How am I to be a fit ruler alongside Hades if I am not acquainted with its laws or even its subjects?"
Persephone sat on her bed, staring longingly at her gown. She feared more than anything to fail Hades, making him regret his decision of marriage. Although she knew Hades would love her unconditionally, she could not live with herself if she became an unfit queen.
She felt the bed dip next to her, a warm body sitting alongside her. Persephone felt Hecate grab her hand, placing it on her lap. "Do you know of catepeloses?"
Persephone nodded, remembering the tiny slugs that gnawed among her plants in the garden.
"You might not know that they undergo a change of some kind; a metamorphosis. I do not know when or how they transform, but the ending result is quite breathtaking." With a small wave of her pale hand, a butterfly comprised of silver smoke appeared. It flew playfully around Persephone, turning to a golden shade once Persephone's fingers brushed against it, flying out of her room.
"I do not know when or how, or even if you should transform. But I assure you that you will be the brightest creature here. From Lord Hades' words, you are a compassionate, kind, and generous soul which is exactly the traits I would want in my queen. Do not worry, as we have complete faith in you, my lady."
Persephone smiled brightly at Hecate, her kind words soothing her worries. "Thank you, my friend. Your words will stay with me forever."
Hecate squeezed her hand. "I am glad. Now! We must get you ready! Do not make that face, my lady, you have many oaths to memorize!"
Hades sat impatiently through the last soul of the day. He quickly ran through his memories, determining a judgement. Once the soul had departed to its resting place, Hades quickly made his way to his chambers. He stopped shades along the way, ordering them to prepare the grand throne room. Hades was to be married today.
To Persephone, the light of his life.
He smiled to himself as he reached his room, staring down at his armor. He had chosen his best armor for the ceremony, the black, shiny metal shining his reflection back at him. He slowly clasped it on, his thoughts on his future bride. He had not seen her since the night before, when they decided to escape. He felt a slight feeling of shame, as he had simply left her in one of the more lavish guest rooms without even visiting her, showing her his kingdom, or even explaining the suddenness of their wedding.
He could not risk their love. He knew that Persephone felt the same way and could not wait to marry, but what if she disagreed? Impossible, Hecate would have sent word by now. Hades knew he seemed a little absurd for marrying the goddess so quickly, but his desperation to not lose her was stronger than ever before. It would not take long for the Olympians to realize Persephone's disappearance, and with Hades passionate display in Zeus' throne room only a few days ago, it would be soon realized she was below with him, and their attempt to take her back.
Hades would not allow anyone to take her. Once she became his wife and was crowned queen of the realm, no being, mortal or immortal could take her from him.
Of that he'd make sure.
Once his armor was in order, he made his way to the large vault in the room, opening it slowly. Inside, he glanced at all the most important jewels of his kingdom. Large jewels and glamorous trinkets lay about in the vault, while in the middle sat two golden crowns upon a dusty pillow. Hades reached for his own, placing it onto his head. The gold leaves surrounded the length of his head, pointing up towards the sky, both sides meeting in the middle of his forehead. An onyx jewel sat between the last two leaves, marking Hades' regal power.
He then reached back for the other crown, smaller gold leaves copying his, meeting also in the middle holding a glowing ivory stone. A gift from Hephaestus, the crowns were made for the day Hades found his wife and future queen of the Underworld. Hades, at the time, scoffed at the idea and let the feminine crown sit in his vault, collecting dust over the centuries.
He dusted off the gold pillow it sat upon, placing Persephone's crown back on it gently. After today, a new queen would rule beside him, and the crown would cease to be a dark reminder of Hades' loneliness and bitterness. He called to one of the shades stationed in the hallway, holding the pillow with the crown is his hands.
"Yes, Lord Hades?"
"Prepare the Queen's crown, if you please. She is to be crowned tonight."
The shade carefully took it, taking it downstairs to the throne room.
With one final look into his dark chambers, Hades closed the door and left, his heart pounding as he made his way to the throne room.
When he arrived, Hades met with Thanatos as he neared the thrones. "Is everything ready?"
Thanatos nodded, looking around the room. "Hecate is preparing her right now."
"So she agreed?"
Thanatos laughed, "Why would she not? Surely Hecate would have sent word if she escaped."
Hades gulped audibly as the reality of his situation crashed into him. "I am to be married today, Thanatos." Hades whispered, staring at the black marble beneath him. He felt Thanatos clamp a sure hand on his shoulder.
"She will bring you much happiness, my lord."
"But will I provide the same happiness for her? She is the product of light, a goddess of life."
Hades groaned inwardly. Persephone had told him that she cared little for the differences between the Underworld and Olympus, but Hades faltered. She could say that now, but what would occur if she longed for the warmth of the sun? Or if she missed the soft glow of natural light? There was no sun in his realm, the caverns a constant darkness, the only light coming from the Styx. He could not live with himself if he failed her.
"I have yet to meet the lady Persephone, but I bet my life thread that she deeply cares for you, and in turn, cares for your realm. After all, today it becomes her realm as well."
Before Hades could respond, Hecate ran in, her blue toga flying behind her. "She is ready, my lord. She will arrive shortly."
Hades tersely nodded, his throat closing. He took his place on the top step of the throne platform, his eyes locked on the door, waiting for his bride to come through.
Thanatos stood behind Hades, rings in hand. Hecate also took her place, standing in between the thrones, ready to start the ceremony. They all glanced at each other, the silence deafening.
Suddenly, the grand doors opened, revealing a glowing Persephone.
Hades' heart stopped.
All his previous doubts magically disappeared as he locked eyes with Persephone. She was a vision. The dress hugged her perfectly, the flowers on her waist and shoulders glinting underneath the bright chandelier. The low V-shape of the dress flattered the shape of her chest, showing enough skin to still be considered modest. Her delicate tresses were wrapped in a low, curly chignon, golden flowers decorating throughout. In her hands, she held a bouquet of narcissuses, a gentle reminder of their first declaration of love.
Her smile beamed across the room as she walked, his own smile widening. Just one look at his bride soothed his earlier worries. He would spend every fiber of his immortal being dedicated to her happiness. If she longed for the warmth of the sun, he would bring Helios himself to her. If she missed the soft light of Olympus, he would steal the light of the heavens himself for her. There was nothing he'd deny her.
She finally reached the last step of the throne platform as Hades extended his hand. He smiled at her, his eyes slightly moving to the left of her. He smiled even wider, his eyes laughing with mirth.
She had left behind a trail of flowers as she walked, the blossoms ending right behind her. She slowly turned, blushing at her little trail. Hades simply took her hand as he stood in front of her, their eyes locked.
"Today, we witness the bond between our Lord Hades and his bride, Lady Persephone," Hecate began. "The Fates decided for you to meet and fall in love, and now you solidify the bond formed with a promise of love, loyalty and devotion."
Hades' eyes never left Persephone's, her sweet smile filling him with warmth. He thought of that day on Olympus, when he first caught sight of her. He shivered at imagining the events occurring differently. If he had not stormed out as he did, would he have even seen her? Knew of her existence? Had she not arrive that day to Olympus, would they be standing here, ready to become husband and wife?
For once in his life, he thanked the Fates for sending her to him. He did not know what he did to deserve such a blessing as Persephone, but he was eternally grateful. For years he thought of the Fates' hatred for him; allowing the Olympians to scorn him and turn their heads in his presence. He felt beneath them, the darkness to their light. Eventually, he felt dark himself, surrounding himself with a stern emotional wall, impenetrable to the others. He spent centuries returning the same courtesy the Olympians shamefully showed him. His mask of ruthlessness and seriousness never faltering, until he met Persephone.
That one day had changed his life. Persephone had not looked away, instead meeting his gaze with a smile. She had shown him true kindness, his compassion and love awakening after centuries of being dormant. She brought out the brightest in him, allowing her to see the side no being has ever seen.
Thanatos stood in front of them, the pillow of rings resting in his hands. Hades watched as Persephone grabbed the thick gold band and held it in her own palm.
"Hades, I pledge myself to you, mind, body, and soul for the rest of my days. I will love you, cherish you, and put you above all else. This I swear on the river Styx." She placed the band on his ring finger, lovingly squeezing his hand once it fit perfectly.
Hades then grabbed the smaller ring and placed it upon her dainty, tan finger. "Persephone, I pledge myself to you, mind, body, and soul for the rest of my days. I will love you, protect you, and put you above all else. This I swear on the river Styx."
Hades melted in Persephone's gaze, the love reflecting in her eyes overwhelming him. He looked to Thanatos, who gave a small nod and slight smile. His eyes fell upon Hecate next, who beamed down at them. "You are now bonded through the Styx. May the Fates smile upon you, and may your bond never break. Persephone, if you would now kneel."
Hades watched with pride as Persephone knelt, her head held high, just as a queen would. Hecate turned, grabbing the golden crown from its resting place. "Persephone, do you swear to rule the Underworld fairly, justly, and bravely?"
Persephone looked up, determination in her eyes, "Yes. I promise upon the river Styx."
Hades beamed at his queen with pride. He had no doubt that Persephone's grace and kindness would make her the greatest queen in the cosmos. He smiled as Hecate gently placed the crown upon Persephone, the headpiece fitting perfectly on her head.
"Rise, Lady Persephone; Queen of the Underworld, consort of Lord Hades."
Hades walked to his bride, extending a hand to help her rise. She rose gracefully, the crown on her head never faltering. She looked up at him, her confidence radiating all around her; the true image of royalty. He pulled her to him, their lips touching for the first time as husband and wife, king and queen. She was finally his. They broke the kiss as Persephone smiled lovingly at him.
Offering his arm, Persephone looped hers through as they walked to the grand balcony. Shades opened the door for the new royals as they heard the roar of a crowd. Hades led Persephone to the edge, observing her face as she was met with hundreds of shades below. The couple raised their hands to wave, their smiles shining brightly at their subjects.
Hades leaned into Persephone, whispering low in her ear, "These are our subjects, my queen. The Shades of the Underworld."
"Do they all work for you?"
"For us. Some work in the palace, others on the banks with Charon, and some form the militia."
Persephone nodded, smiling at the shades before her. The shades cheered for their new queen as they threw various flowers up to the balcony.
"My subjects!" Hades roared. "Today is a glorious and bright day for the Underworld. I give you your new queen, Lady Persephone! I have no doubt that her grace, kindness, and optimism will brighten up our kingdom. Long Live the Queen!" Hades locked eyes with Persephone during the last sentence, her eyes threatening to spill tears. He quickly kissed her forehead as the audience cheered louder, their shouts of 'Long Live the Queen' deafening. With one last wave, Hades led Persephone back to the throne room.
Thanatos and Hecate approached them, their grins broadening at their young queen.
"My lady, it is a pleasure to serve you. Should you need any assistance, I am at your disposal. Thanatos, your humble and loyal servant." He respectfully bowed, earning a dazzling smile from Persephone.
"I thank you, Thanatos."
"Your loyalty knows no bounds, old friend." Hades joked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned to Persephone, who calmly stayed by his side. "My darling, what do you wish to do?"
She leaned onto his arm, propping her head right onto his bicep. "I am quite tired, I believe we should all retire, as a new, busy day awaits us all."
Hecate nodded, "Indeed. Tomorrow, you begin your royal duties my lady. I suggest we all also retire."
"In that case," Hades smirked, sweeping Persephone off her feet into his strong arms. Persephone laughed as she playfully swatted him, begging Hecate or Thanatos to aid her.
They simply laughed in response, leaving their unusual playful lord to do as he wished.
"I bid you goodnight friends, I shall see you all in the morning." Hades laughed as Persephone kept swatting, practically running out of the throne room. He climbed up the grand staircase with ease, watching Persephone take in the dark grandeur of his palace. Of their palace.
"If you drop me, you'll have one angry queen." Persephone joked, poking his chest.
"My darling, I shall be here to catch you," He smiled down at her.
And he promised. He would always catch her.
He noticed the closer his chambers became, the quieter Persephone became. He knew that she was most likely nervous, as she was a maiden, innocent and pure. Hades was by no means innocent, as he had bedded a number of nymphs in his younger years. And although he had bedded before, he had never made love, and he admitted to himself that he was just as nervous.
Persephone's heart beat louder and louder with each step of her husband's feet. A flurry of emotions filled her, and she did not know which one was dominant. She felt euphoric of finally being married to Hades, but also a twinge of sadness that her mother did not witness her wedding. She felt relief to be loved by her subjects and servants, the crowd's cheers fueling her excitement.
She was also afraid and nervous. Her wedding night rapidly approached, and her heart felt as though it might burst out of her chest. Her maiden upbringing limited her knowledge of intimacy to the extent of kisses and nothing more. She knew that lovers made love, but the notion of it was never fully explained. Her mother had told her that it was disgraceful and abhorrent, and never explained it further.
Hades suddenly stopped in front of two grand doors, and Persephone felt her body freeze. Hades slowly opened the doors, revealing the grandest room Persephone had ever set eyes upon. She had always believed that Hades' chambers would be dark, as his armor had always been, but this surprised Persephone greatly.
Everything in the room was in an ivory color. From the four marble columns in each corner of the room to his large, four poster bed, everything gleamed white. His large window led to a balcony, overlooking the entrance of the Underworld, allowing the bright blue light of the river Styx to bathe everything beautifully in its light. His large bed lay under an enormous white canopy, and the grand washroom behind the pulled-back glossy, white curtains revealed an enormous ivory marble tub, bigger than Kore's bedroom in the cottage, lined with gold trimmings.
Hades placed her down gently on her feet and chuckled at her gawking, "Expected something…darker?"
"I admit yes," she sheepishly answered. She circled around the room, marveling at its grand size. "It's beautiful."
"It's ours," Hades replied, his eyes never leaving hers.
She looked back at him, watching him watch her, his blue eyes growing darker.
Persephone was suddenly filled with an overwhelming amount of passion. She did not know how to be physically loved, but she wanted Hades to show her. To help her explore what it meant to truly be loved. Slowly, she walked to Hades, placing her hands on his wrists. He stared down at her intensely, as her hands traveled up his muscled arms, lightly tracing his veins. Her hands rested on his shoulders before she made her way up his neck, stopping on the sides of his face.
Hades closed his eyes, breathing heavily. Persephone kissed his forehead, starting a trail down, kissing both sides of his face, chin, and finally his lips. Instead of their usual sweet kiss, Hades crushed his lips to hers, devouring her mouth entirely. Persephone's arms linked around his neck, feeling one of Hades' hands snake around her waist while the other rested on the side of her face, tenderly. She breathed him in deeply, intoxicated by his tongue slipping into her mouth.
Suddenly he broke away, moving to sit on the bed, leaving Persephone gasping for air in confusion. He looked up at her, his voice a small whisper. "I do not wish to make you feel obligated to do this. If you wish not to, I will respect your decision until you change opinions."
At first, Persephone believed she was doing it to please him. But now that she's had a small taste of their explosive passion, she didn't wish to stop. His chivalry only adding to her passion. She took her place on the bed next to him, placing a kiss onto his temple. The fire within her was growing, and she felt its warmth suffocate her. She lowered her lips to his earlobe, placing another light kiss. "Hades, love me."
He looked up at her, uncertainty plaguing his face. Persephone played with his curls underneath his crown, as she gazed into his hungry gaze. If this could feel as wonderful, and there was more, she wanted to know. She longed for Hades to feel the passion that was stirring inside her, ready to explode. She desperately needed his touch, his loving caresses. "I.. I want you to love me."
He stared at her for a moment, Persephone believing he would object and calm her advances once again until she felt the breath knock out of her once Hades crushed his lips to hers once again. She removed their crowns and tossed them to the marble floor with a light clang, never removing her lips from his. Persephone helped Hades take off his top metal armor and knocked it to the floor, joining their discarded crowns. She felt him lay her down on the silk sheets, pillows surrounding them as he loomed above her.
She gasped short breaths in delight as he ravished her neck, her eyes closing in pure delight. She ran her hands up and down his broad, bare back, resulting in him moaning against her neck, the vibrations of it igniting her inner fire. He stopped momentarily, Persephone growling at the loss of contact. He looked deep into her eyes, his blue orbs filled with insatiable hunger and tenderness all at the same time. He traced a finger down the side of her face, stopping at her puffed lips.
"This can be as beautiful as we want it to be," he whispered.
They stayed this way, gazing into each other's eyes until Persephone threaded her fingers through his curls, slowly bringing him down to her, their lips forming a slow and sensual kiss. Their desperate movements calmed, their bodies almost dancing to a sweet rhythm.
With every touch, Persephone felt alive. With every kiss, her fire fueled brighter. Hades had shown her what it meant to be passionate and tender all at once. They drowned in each other's essence, greedily loving one another. Love filled Persephone's senses into overdrive, showing her what it meant to truly be loved.
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