Chapter 4

A/N: Excuse me, I am the CEO of smutty cliffhangers and I'm only slightly sorry. 3

"I don't feel so great…" Persephone whispered with a slight sway. Hades, who was scrambling to pull his pants back on, caught her mid crumble.

"Hecate, Meet me in my office. I just have to put this one to bed." He cradled the little goddess in his arms and started up the stairs.

Hecate snorted, taking in the floral makeover his living room had undergone.

"Sorry, uh… what's this about?" Hades reappeared wearing nothing but his wrinkled slack pants. They hung low on his hips, and despite the intrusion ruining the mood, the witch swore she saw a bulge pushing against the fabric. She stood at the end of the hall leading to his study, shaking off the flush she felt.

"You sent me a text about needing a personal day, which is FINE." She huffed, reeling over everything she would need to do in the King's absence. "Until…" She pulled her phone out and passed it to him. "I expect you'll be paying for this."

Hades scrolled through the pictures. A beautiful and fully blossomed cherry tree somehow had sprouted up through the middle of Hecate's bed. A few others were rooted deep in her previously beautiful floors.

If Hecate had been affected by Persephone's powers, how many other people had? His head throbbed unpleasantly.

"Oh… That was- I thought it was a…dream..." He glanced past her and saw the floor was carpeted in wilted flower petals. The door to his study was open.

"No no no..." He moved past her and stepped into the blighted room. Hades shrugged against the doorway, suddenly very exhausted. If this was what his office looked like then how did he miss the forest of plum trees downstairs.

'You were preoccupied.' A disembodied and sultry voice said from behind his ear.

Hecate's yellow eyes glimmered as her face split into a devilish grin. "A dream, you say? Hmm."

"What?" He snapped with more force than he meant.

"Oh, nothing. Get some rest. I need you in for our 11 am meeting and then you can have your 'personal day.'" She accentuated her point with air quotes.

"Please take a moment between… whatever was happening downstairs and call someone to remove the trees from my house, thank you." She gave him a pat on the shoulder and took her leave. While she was happy Persephone wasn't in any danger that caused her powers to go haywire, she was still annoyed that she came all the way down, for this. If her Boss had kept his ringer on this whole conversation could have been settled over the phone.

Hades had a splitting headache that was starting to blur his vision. Was it from the drink? He pulled his phone out of his slack pocket.

-22 missed calls-

-6:59 am-

"Shit." He set an alarm and dragged his feet back to his bedroom, and collapsed without bothering to change out of his pants.

The sweet aroma wafting from the kitchen was the only reason Hades unburied himself from his pillows. He was greeted with a clanging and rummaging from downstairs, and the sound of kipple ringing out against a series of metal bowls.

Persephone was up, and taking care of the dogs.

'She's too good.' He thought affectionately, willing himself to his feet.

He slumped against the archway into his kitchen, arms folded loosely over his chest. She hadn't noticed him yet. She was dancing barefoot and humming something tuneless.

She was wearing his discarded shirt from the previous night. He bit his lower lip a little too hard when he saw that only the few bottom buttons were done. It was just enough to hold her breasts in.

His normally simple grey and black dining table was done up with rich and colorful bouquets. Bottles of freshly squeezed juices and a pot of coffee were waiting for them.

"Wow, Kore. This is incredible. You… are incredible." He caught her in a quick hug and top of the head kiss as she passed with plates full of food.

He sat and immediately downed a glass of water.

"I'm sorry that Hecate interrupted us…I hope it wasn't too bad." She brought one knee up to rest between his clothed legs. His pulse quickened thinking back to the study when she was facing away, on knee propped on the desk, gyrating-

Did she not know? Maybe she thought the trees were the worst of it.

He smiled and pulled her in. "We can always try again. Upstairs. With the door locked. Barricaded even…" He chuckled. She nipped the lobe of his ear and sauntered back into the kitchen. The sway of her hips, slow and purposeful.

Persephone stacked the dishes in the sink and crossed back over to him, Her fingers rubbing small circles into his tense shoulders. She noticed him visibly relax. "Are you working today?"

"I have to go in for a meeting but I should be back before 2:00. No University today?" He lulled his head against her arm, lovingly.

The pink goddess worried her lip again with her teeth. She didn't want to talk about it. Not yet.

"Heh. Not today. And I'm not back for the internship until tomorrow."

"Was there anything you wanted to do today, Little Goddess?" He took her hands in his and pressed a kiss to each palm.

"Do you have time before your meeting to join me in the shower?"

He followed her to his shower, her small hand in his.

The bathroom was chillier than the rest of the house. She stepped in and turned on the warm tap, before shrugging out of his shirt and letting it pool on the ground around her feet.

It took him a moment to compose himself enough to push his own pants down his legs and step in the shower behind her.

He motioned to hold her but she pushed him back on the built in bench that ran the length of the shower. She grabbed the black loofa and doused it with a dollop of sweet pomegranate soap, and climbed back onto his lap.

He tried his best to ignore the hardness between them. She lathered up his chest slowly, cleaning and massaging his aching muscles. Around his neck, shoulders and down his torso. She stopped just below his belly button. She brought the loofa back up and worked down one arm, and in between each finger. She pressed her soapy lips to each digit before moving on.

He rested his head back and let his eyes flutter closed. She climbed off his lap and knelt down on the floor before him. His eyes snapped open, but softened as soon as she took his foot and frothed it up thoroughly before shifting to the next one.

The shower was filling with steam and Hades could see a solid handprint of diamond dust shown against the obsidian decor.

His 'Hmm' turned into a moan. She pulled him to his feet and ducked back down to run the warm soap up this back and his leg, around to the front of his hips and then down the same leg.

Had she bumped his cock on purpose? He looked down and saw his length bob up at the thought. If it was at all possible, he felt himself harden more.

"Okay! Turn around!" She set to work on his back, continuing the massage on muscles he didn't realize were sore. He gripped the rough walls of the shower and let out a deep groan that had been laying in wait.

He felt a soft bite and peck against the curve of his ass before it was taken over by the pleasant lather of suds.

He couldn't stop himself, he hitched a breath and tugged on his cock.

"No." Persephone batted his hand away and pressed her cool body flush against him. The curve of her breasts barely rested above his backside. Her hands, accompanied by the loofa wrapped around his tapered waist and circled his quivering length.

She squeezed curiously, and Hades nearly choked. It took all of his resolve to not cum immediately.

"Fuck, Kore." She answered with a hum, and a series of pecks to his soaped skin.

He couldn't.

He turned around and her hands slipped off his cock. She stepped back, bracing for something.

"I think it's clean enough, little goddess." He was aching for more, but he was on a schedule. He didn't want Hecate bursting in again and interrupting anything else.

"Can I?" He reached for the loofa. She pouted but passed it over.

"Yes Sir."

Hades bit back his response. He picked her up at her waist and set her up on the bench where he had just been seated. He started with her feet, bringing each to rest against his chest while he dragged his thumbs deeply into the soles. She fell back against the stone wall with an easy sigh.

He felt a flutter in his chest. This is where she has kicked him and told him to kneel. His ears phased into a deep indigo.

He worked up her legs, stopping just before the thatch of curls between her thighs. He kissed the curve of her belly, and was ensnared by the scent of early morning dew drops. He swallowed back, but his mouth watered anyway.

She had begun to massage and kneed her own breasts with soapy hands, stifling whimpers through pursed lips. Against the wishes of his screaming cock he moved on to her back.

Once he had washed almost everything he passed the loofa back to her, and smiled sheepishly.

Her eyes snapped open with a flash of red and she kicked his chest in the same spot. Her eyes agleam with- something.

"You missed a spot."

His fingers trembled as they carassed up her soapy thighs.

Her foot remained against his chest, toes curling the higher he got. Just as his fingers reached her dew soaked curls and he felt his own body erupt.

"FUCK." His release spilled out over her legs. She stepped back in a moment of surprise.

-ALARM-

TIME REMAINING 0:00

"SHIT!" If he didn't leave now he was going to be late. He soaped up her legs and his own member before rising off and turning to step out of the shower.

"I will make this up to you! I promise!" He turned back and cradled her face in both hands, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. He tried to will all his desire into this one token of affection.

Persephone was left in the steaming shower, magma pooling in her core.

"Sugar snaps!" She sulked and stepped under the stream to rinse off.

Hades strode into the Tower with a sour expression that only worsened when he saw who was sitting at the reception desk.

"Hey Big Blue." She tossed her crimson hair over her shoulder seductively. Hades rolled his eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing here? You don't work here anymore." He snapped at Minthe, who looked like she had been slapped.

Fitting, he thought.

Her face fixed itself into a snear and she spat. "I'm here to file a complaint and since you're my landlord… My apartment looks like THE FUCKING BACKWOODS."

Hades snorted, "Must be an improvement from the swamp it was. Minthe, we discussed this, it's not your apartment anymore."

"You can't just throw me out on the street, Hades! Please!" Against her body's protests, tears began to spill from her already swollen eyes.

He walked past her, and into his office, stopping for a moment to add. "You have until the end of the month. I'll have someone out to deforest the apartment. Email me pictures of the damage. If I see you here again you will be forcibly removed from the premises."

The door closed behind him with a snap.

Hecate was waiting in his office. Her teeth flashed in a menacing grin. "I love this side of you, Boss. Did you get some sleep?"

Hades grumbled something about Hecate ruining his life, then tossed his briefcase on the desk. "How many other complaints have come in regarding the uh..."

"I've already got guys on it, I just need your payment confirmation."

"Just run it. I don't want to see how much it is. Can you order me a new home computer while you're at it?"

"Already done. It should arrive tomorrow."

"Do I tell you often enough how amazing you are?"

"A raise will do just fine, Boss." She smirked appreciatively. "Just try not to have passionate spring time jungle sex in your office, kay? At least until she can get her powers under control."

"We haven't.." He groaned in mild frustration, checking the time. They had a few before the meeting started.

Her eyes widened in surprise and just as she opened her mouth to ask, he beckoned her to leave with him. "Let's head to the conference room and get this over with."

Hades opened his front door and was immediately hounded by Mushroom and Russell. As if their whines were a beacon, the rest of the pack, followed by the Goddess of Spring, came out to greet him at the door.

'Please be here every day when I get home from work.' He thought, glancing up at the Goddess who was whisking something in a large mixing bowl. He gave each pup (not enough, according to them) attention before following Persephone back into the kitchen.

"What are you mak-?" His words trailed off, as they had been doing ever since she set foot in his house. She was facing the shove, her back to him. She was naked, save for a bright green apron that his brother Poseidon had brought over and never bothered to take with him.

While the apron covered her entire front, the back was tied and left completely open to showcase her plump rear.

"I'm making a cake!" She called over her shoulder, bending to slide the pan into the oven.

The oven door slammed shut and Persephone was pushed against the counter. Hard.

She could feel a hardness pressing into her back, and the King of the Underworlds breath beating down her neck.

The coil in her gut returned, accompanied by the slick between her thighs. Her pulse spiked at every graze of his teeth against her flesh. Her neck, the cap of her shoulder, down her back to the curve into her bottom. He sunk his teeth into one cheek, giving the other a severe spank.

He reached up and set the timer, before tossing her over his shoulder.

"For the next 45 minutes, Little Goddess.. You're mine."