Chapter two
'You should go after her!' A young voice shouted to him from the back of his mind.
'She doesn't want to see you right now. She left for a reason!' An otherworldly voice echoed out from beyond the younger one.
'Maybe you spooked her?' It was the young voice again. He chuckled, things are always so simple to children.
Spooked. Yea.
Maybe.
His skin had returned to it's natural, vivid state. His neck and chest still beaded with water.
His resemblance to his Father, The Titan Cronus struck the people of Olympus and the Underworld alit with fear. It was something that had plagued him since he was a child, and it wouldn't be any different with her. She ran because she was frightened.
"Minthe was right…" He whispered, his fingers brushing his cheek. The sting from her slap was there, just as real as when it happened.
'Just let her go… If she's still here in the morning.."
The hallway erupted in an explosion of pink and blue petals as she sprinted as fast as her feet would carry her.
She had awoken to him calling her name. It was faint. Did he need help? She scrambled out of bed and tiptoed across the hall into his room. A dim blue light flooded out from the bathroom. She heard the shower running.
Maybe she had imagined it.
"Fuck. Kore…" His voice was a deep rumble. He sounded strained.
Her body gave pause and she felt the swell between her thighs give an aching pulse.
'This is not the time for that, body.' She scolded her core silently and took another step towards the door.
Hades came into view.
He looked different.
For one, he was nude.
She felt herself transported back to the hospital when she first witnessed the King's power.
She felt her throat close while her lungs struggled to drag in a trembling breath.
His skin was a rich galaxy stricken indigo. The expanses of his stressed back muscles glinted as if his body was freckled with constellations.
The stars and water droplets winked at her, luring her ever closer.
He wasn't in pain. He hadn't been calling for help. He had been…
Ruby flashed across her vision, and she became very aware of the wet slick between her thighs. She clenched them tight and had to bite back a moan from the unexpected wave of pleasure it had caused.
The ferocity of his thrusts was intriguing. This was world's beyond anything she had witnessed with Apollo.
His strangled cry smothered her and she felt herself drowning in this new feeling. Her skin prickled and flushed. She clenched her legs absently, tingling rolling over her.
Amaranth eyes turned and locked on hers.
The invisible barrier between them shattered.
She ran.
The room that was furthest away and unlocked was his study. She slammed the door behind her and sunk to the floor, her heart thrashing against her ribcage.
'Why did you run?' A voice deeper than her own asked. It sounded suspiciously like her Hera.
"I wasn't supposed to see that." She whispered under her breath. She tried desperately to catch her breath but her lungs were too full.
Petals began to shower down from the ceiling.
Scarlet satin.
Roses.
'He wanted you to see that.' Said the deeper voice, trying hard to hide their amusement. .
'W-why?" Her fingers trembled, fisting her already overgrown hair.
'You know why… look what it's done to you.' Another voice boomed, it was higher and more shrill.
Another flash of ruby across her vision. When it cleared she saw the mess she had made.
Ivy sprung out from the baseboards, curling curiously around the decor that covered each wall.
Frames were tossed to the floor, glass splintering on impact.
Thick tendriled vines encircled the desk, pushing it's contents haphazardly to the floor. That computer looked expensive. She flinched.
Visions from the shower crashed over her. Wave after wave.
The muscles of his back rippled with every thrust.
-CRASH-
Fist between perfect teeth, quelling back his sinful groans.
-CRACK-
Strong fingers pumping the length of his thick co-
"Oh. Aidoneus…"
With a foreign urgency she slipped her fingers between her quivering thighs.
They were still wet and warm. An unmistakable floral scent ensnared her.
She climbed to her feet and paced the length of the room. Her thighs caused a delicious friction.
Her knees buckled and she caught herself on the desk. She leaned in, enjoying the pressure against her lower stomach.
Using the desk to keep herself sturdy, she pulled the t-shirt up and over her head. The garment had rubbed her newly sensitive skin raw.
Her fingers soothed her now exposed body. Starting with gentle caresses and soft pinches. Up her arms and across her chest. Her breasts heaved a throaty cry as her palms brushed the sensitive buds.
Down the swell of her stomach and back around to the curve of her ass. She let out a strangled whimper. The closer she got to her core, the more delicate her skin was. The waves of pleasure tempted her. It was like applying aloe to a burn. Her scorched flesh eased under her curious fingers.
As she gained confidence she recalled her mother warning her of the dangers of self exploring.
'You can't miss what you don't know.'
She pressed her hips against the dark wood and reached back behind her. Her thighs were soaked, and she could feel the arousal working down her legs. She pressed a finger against her neglected sex experimentally, and stars shown behind her eyelids.
It wasn't enough. She propped her knee up on the desk, and slipped fingers along her glistening and swollen slit.
"Aidone- OHH."
Hades cautiously followed the trail of petals the little goddess had left in her wake. After wrestling with himself for entirely too long he slipped on a pair of sleep pants and started after her.
"Huh." He stopped dead in his tracks and took in the sight of the small forest of snowy wild plum trees that had sprouted in his living room.
He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to Hecate:
Hades: I need a personal day. I'll call when I can.
Just as he was about to put his phone away he saw the time.
-4:36-
Shit.
He continued to follow the route of blossoms. The lush vegetation grew thicker the closer he got to the little goddess. Her powers were incredible, and completely out of control.
He felt himself transported back to that age.
He chuckled to himself and shook his head. When was the last time he was so stressed he sweat diamonds?
At least they both had the ability to create beautiful things.
He stopped at the door to his study. An enormous vine had pushed through the door jam, leaving it ajar.
He could hear her breathing.
Was she crying? His stomach twisted in a knot.
No. She was-
""Aidone- OHH."
The first thing he noticed was she was no longer wearing the shirt. It had been discarded in a pile of what he recognized as his office decor.
He wasn't sure if he was too aroused to be upset, or if nothing she could do would ever upset him, as he took in the damage to the room.
A tiny twinge hit him when he saw that his computer had been thrown to the floor, and now lay demolished.
Her quick breath brought his focus back to her. Her curves were even more enchanting than he imagined. Her thin waist sloped down into wide hips, then tucked up in the firm and perfectly round backside. Her skin was clear and without flaw. She looked like she was made of glass.
He couldn't see the front of her, but he imagined if she were to turn around he would pass out from blood loss.
Her knee was propped up on the desk and he saw her busy hands at work. Her skin slick with arousal and sweat..
He felt his mouth water. Her floral aroma beckoned him further into the room, and he stepped over the threshold.
If she noticed he was there she made no show of it.
She was rutting against her hand, choking out strangled moans. She felt something pooling in her core. It was like molten lava, bubbling up- preparing for an eruption.
As her pleasure built, so did an underlying anger. Her ministrations became chaotic as other emotions rose up in her chest like fire.
"You're not a stupid village girl!" She groaned into her shoulder, hunching further over the desk.
"Ha-Hade- Ohh sugar SNA-" Her words were cut off by her fingers gliding past the swollen bud, and plunging deep inside..
Hades choked back a sob. He was pawing at his length through the cotton fabric. There was no hiding his throbbing erection here.
She tossed her head back in a hearty moan, glancing over her shoulder. Her eyelids were heavy with desire. She was too consumed to be embarrassed. Too close to be ashamed that he was seeing her like this.
She turned around and hopped up on the desk, summoning him with a thin pink finger.
Hades pinched his wrist, wondering if this was a dream.
Her skin was a deep magenta that phased like a pulse. Her normally bright eyes were a dark crimson, arched in mischief. He could have sworn he saw a glint of something black circling her tangled ropes of hair.
It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, but he did notice his own color deeping again. It was a long time since he had to balance his more primal form.
He approached and was about to speak when she cut him off. One hand had her propped up and the other was tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with lazy circles.
"Kneel." She smirked, kicking his chest in a hard thud.
"My Queen."
Hades dropped to his knees without hesitation. He was eye level to her fingers now, his eyes following her sensual motions. Trying not to focus on how painfully close he was to her soaked thatch of curls. He could almost taste her.
'She hasn't touched me and those fingers are already conquering me.'
She pulled him closer, all the while resting her foot against his bare shoulder as leverage forward.
"Goddess…" He made a motion to caress her leg.
"No." She clipped and he eased immediately.
"No touching." She bit her lip coyly, her fingers ghosting over the heat of her core.
"And no talking." She smirked with a little 'shh' and brought her lust soaked fingers to his lips.