It had been three days since Persephone had returned to the Upperworld. Her mother had begun to speak to her again after their argument that first night, though their relationship was strained to say the least. Still, the two of them were trying to make the best of the situation and fall back into some 'normal' routine. As Persephone had suspected, Demeter was very mindful of her daughter's whereabouts at all times, and for the past three nights, had stayed up much longer than she had used to, making it impossible for Persephone to sneak out undetected.
Persephone was growing restless and irritable without being able to see Hades. She had wanted to see him again as soon as he was out of sight when she was following Hermes the night she arrived. She was going to do it tonight, one way or another, she would have to see him.
She decided to pretend to turn in early, thinking perhaps her mother would feel it safe to fall asleep as well. She felt her mother had been in some silent competition with her as to who would fall asleep first, somehow suspecting that she meant to steal away under the cover of darkness.
But she would have to take the chance that her mother knew what she was trying to do. Shortly after the sunset, Persephone announced to her mother that she was tired and turning in for the night. Demeter's face looked a bit surprised, perhaps even skeptical, but she said nothing other than to bid her daughter a good night's sleep. Persephone then went to her tiny room and laid down to wait for her mother to do the same. Not too much time passed before she heard her mother go to her own room, and Persephone made sure to wait a while after that before she rose. She wanted to make sure that her mother was indeed asleep.
Carefully rising and slipping from her room, Persephone stole away from the house. She tip-toed at first, so her mother would not wake and hear her, but when she had gone a little distance she began to full out run. It felt so good, running through the fields, the cool night air and stars above her. She almost felt like a child again. That and the secrecy of what she was doing along with the promise of shortly seeing her love was absolutely exhilarating.
Before long she reached the clearing where they always met, their secret place in Nysa. Collapsing onto the ground with a pounding heart, she caressed the grass and earth beneath her as she had so many times before.
"Hades…..Hades my love…" she called to the depths below.
She felt the earth rumble gently and tried to control her breathing. She did not stand up but sat on her knees, waiting anxiously for him to appear. Barely another moment passed and the earth opened, her lord slowly ascending.
She leapt up into his arms before he could even extend them, colliding with his chest. Her eyes were closed as she clung tightly to him and she felt his powerful arms wrap around her.
Quickly drawing back, there was no time for words. She pulled his face to hers and they began assaulting each other with passionate, wet, and greedy kisses. They plundered each other's mouths, tongues dancing and sucking on each other's lips. They grabbed and pulled at hair and clawed at each other through their garments. After what Persephone felt was a long while, she broke the kiss, out of breath and dizzy. Hades steadied her with his arms securely around her waist while hers gripped his shoulders.
"Hades," she panted up at him, stroking his face.
"My darling love," he replied, resting his forehead against hers and looking down into her eyes.
Persephone looked back into his icy blues, and noticed something that should not be there. Sadness yes….but was that worry too?
"My love, what is it?" she asked.
He averted his eyes for a moment before he answered. He was reminding himself that he had vowed to tell her everything from now on, no matter how big, small, or inconsequential he may think it.
"It has been three days…..I thought you would have called to me before now." He said simply and with a note of hurt in his voice that Persephone could not miss.
"Hades," Persephone began perplexed. "My mother has not given me a moment's peace. She watches over me more diligently than even before. She practically refuses to sleep. Only tonight when I feigned falling asleep early did she take to her own chamber. I called to you as soon as I could." She said earnestly.
In truth, Hades had figured as much. But he could not help but fear losing her. Her silence the past three days and nights had been a torture, with him left to wonder what she was doing and feeling every waking moment of his day. It was silly to feel that way, but he could not help himself. He missed her so much, and if she remembered why she had once loved her home and past life he could not fault her for it. She had given up everything to be with him.
"Do you not know the depth of the love I bear for you, Hades?" Persephone was on the verge of becoming upset now and he made to stop her.
"No, no my love. I am only so forlorn without you, I have nothing to fill my days but thoughts of when I shall see you again." He said quickly and earnestly.
Her gaze softened at him. "My days are the same my love," she replied and kissed him sweetly on the lips, stroking and caressing his bearded cheeks with both hands now.
He leaned into her hands, closing his eyes and savoring the feel of her. He had thought to indulge in her touch for the rest of eternity, whenever he pleased. Now he knew he must cherish every single touch that she bestowed upon him, to hold him over until the next time.
Persephone's heart was melting at her love's pained expression. She knew he missed and loved her equally. She also knew that she was the only creature in existence that bore him any love at all. That must have made the sudden loss of her even more terrible. While she and her mother were at odds, they did love each other powerfully, and she had grown up loved and cherished long before she even knew who Hades was. But he had had no such life. She would have to make up for that.
She reached up to take his cloak from around his neck. Stepping away, she spread it out over the grass.
"Lay down," she said. Hades was pouting a bit but moved to do as she instructed. He sat down on his cloak and looked to his wife.
"All the way down love," Persephone added and Hades laid out on his back, looking up at her with eyes that were still too sad for her liking. She remained standing and began to slowly unfasten her gown, letting it fall off her body and stepping out of it. Hades sighed at her perfect naked form and she moved to place on foot on either side of his waist and sat down on his hips. His hands came up to pull at her but she stopped him.
"No, my love. Let me make love to you tonight," she said and took his hands in hers, lacing her fingers with his and bringing his palms to her face to press reverent kisses into them. Hades let out another great sigh and resolved to force himself to let her lead. He had no problem with her leading, only his desire for her made him impatient. It had been days sine he'd had her, and he was used to having her multiple times a day. But, as his wife knew, coupling widely was not what his heart needed tonight. Tonight he needed to be made love to. He needed reassurance and tenderness. And Persephone was set on doing all the work.
She brought his hands slowly down her neck to cover her breasts, where she guided them to clutch and knead her. She pushed her bosom into his hands and his hands into her, tilting her head back and softly moaning with pleasure. Hades rolled the hardened nipples between his fingers and wanted desperately to take one in his mouth, but she remained upright and he reminded himself that she was dictating this time. She began to roll her hips forward in pleasure and Hades felt his cock straining against his tunic. He grunted and Persephone looked down at his face. Smiling, she asked,
"What is it, my love?"
"I want to be inside you," came his reply, already sounding out of breath.
"Soon darling," she answered and pushed his hands down from her breasts to settle on her hips.
Leaving his hands there, she began to caress herself. She ran her hands through her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders anew. She grabbed her breasts and played with her nipples. Pushing her bosom together and apart and toying with them for Hades to watch. His fingers were digging into her hips, so hard it caused Persephone to gasp. He didn't even realize he was doing it, his attention was on her hands.
Her hands left her breasts and glided down to her groin. Leaning back a little, Persephone slipped one of her fingers in between her folds. She closed her eyes and exhaled softly as she did, being wet already with want for her husband that she had been cruelly denied these three days.
Hades growled beneath her and his grip on her hips was now painful. Persephone did not make to stop him though. She opened her eyes and brought her free hand down to lay on his chest.
"See what you do to me my love?" she whispered lowly and slipped an entire finger into herself, causing her back to arch.
"Persephone, please…" he choked out and Persephone could hear his restraint weakening. She had not been trying to tease him, only show him how much she needed and wanted him. She herself needing release, she reached behind her to adjust his tunic and free his manhood. Hard and throbbing, she wrapped her hand around its length at she freed it, causing Hades to buck into her hand.
Positioning herself, she sat down slowly on his cock, letting it part her and sink to the hilt. She sighed as it filled her and brought her hands down on his chest to steady herself as she rode him. Slow at first, building pace and setting the rhythm. Hades hands again found her hips to help guide her thrusts. As their pace quickened, Persephone tilted her head towards the stars and moaned her pleasure into the night. Hades was transfixed; her skin practically glowed in the moonlight. Her body undulating like that, her breasts rolling back and forth, her nipples still hard, her hands that had flown to her hair to grip and pull at it from the pleasure that was coursing through her body all had him in a trance.
As she seemed to be coming undone on top of him, he let one hand move to play with her clit while the other remained glued to her hip. This was met with a sharp moan and her eyes flung open to look into his. He pressed harder against the little nub of flesh and her pace became erratic, moan after moan tearing from her throat. Feeling her orgasm about to overtake her, Persephone tilted her head back towards the stars, and in between moans and gasps, spoke all his titles to the heavens.
"My king….
My lord.…..
My master….
My husband…
My love."
With that Hades exploded inside her, closing his eyes and expelling what felt like to her a river of hot liquid into her core. Her orgasm followed instantly, and she screamed his name so loud that it was likely heard on Olympus. She did not care. Let all creation know who her lord and love was.
Persephone might have cared a little had she known that just a little ways away, hidden from sight, Demeter looked on. She had heard her daughter slip from bed and had followed her silently out into the fields. She had watched until she could not bear it, but she had seen what she needed to. How it was she that ran to his arms, that is was she that seduced him, riding him like some wanton whore. He had all but laid there, doing as she bid him.
She never could have imagined it, her little innocent a seductress. Had she seduced Hades from the beginning? Had she begged him to make her his queen? She was suddenly far less angry with Hades, more indifferent to him now. Men were wolves, they had not the power to refuse a lamb when it begged so prettily to be slaughtered. As Demeter walked back towards her home, hot and angry tears slipped down her cheeks. She had not the heart to do anything about what she had seen at the moment. She would let Persephone have him tonight and deal with her in the morning.
Falling forward onto her husband, Persephone rested on his chest. Hades brought the robe around them and they laid together, steadying their breaths and regaining composure for some time. Persephone nestled into the space between his neck and shoulder and Hades held her tight. They lay silently so for a while, both knowing they needed to part but neither having enough will to tear away from the other.
Persephone listened to Hades heart beating and pressed a kiss over it. She thought of how she had expected to spend every night of her life falling asleep this way, listening to the gentle thud of her love's heartbeat. The knowledge that she could not do so made tears well in his eyes. She tried to fight them back, and Hades felt her tense.
"Darling, what is it?" he asked, but he knew well what it was.
Persephone raised up slowly to hover over his face, the tears falling and glistening in the moonlight on her face now.
Hades knitted his brow. "My love, do not," He whispered and kissed the tears from her face one by one.
Persephone's voice broke "Oh Hades. Don't go." She whispered but knew it was a plea in spoken in vain.
"You know that I must. Imagine if your mother found us like this." He said but wanted to stay as much as she wanted him to. Moving to get up, Persephone let him, sitting on his cloak and looking up at him mournfully.
Hades reached down and grabbed the gown Persephone has discarded some time ago and held it out for her.
"As much as I enjoy your naked body, I am about to depart and will not leave you so that someone else might see what is mine. Come," Hades said and Persephone sadly walked towards him and allowed him to help her dress.
When she was decent again, she retrieved his cloak to fasten it about his shoulders. Hades pulled her into his arms for one last embrace. They stood silently indulging in the safety and completeness that they found only in each other's arms.
"The night is half gone my love, you must return to your mother before she realizes you've slipped away." Hades said and Persephone nodded, knowing he was right. They shared one last kiss, deep and full of passion, before they broke away from each other slowly. Hades backed away, still holding her hand that she extended towards him, until he backed so far that his fingertips grazed hers as they parted. Persephone gulped and fought back new tears.
His eyes hadn't left hers. "Call to me when it is safe again, my love," he whispered into the night and disappeared as she answered him.
"I will." She whispered to the darkness.
Letting a single tear fall down her face, Persephone turned and began to walk back towards her mother's home. Sadness already seeping into her bones, she walked slowly. She thought she felt a little unsettled. She was dizzy and her stomach felt a little strange but then she remembered she had not eaten in a very long while. Dismissing the feeling, she thought only of her bed and the brief bit of peace that sleep would grant her now that she was parted from her love again.