The bed was scattered with silk rose petals. Hades pushed past his clouded arousal to appreciate how romantic it would have been if he was the one to put them there, and on purpose.
He tossed Persephone onto the edge of the bed. She bounced and giggled pleasantly.
She was flushed, propped up on her elbows and gazing up at him with heavy lifted eyes. She bit her lower lip in a nervous seduction.
"Excuse me Goddess, but this has to go." Her fingers shot back to pull the ties up over her neck, but he beat her to it. He gripped the front of the canvas apron and ripped it clean in half.
"Oooooh." The goddess let slip a surprised moan. His eyes feasted on her as if she was a delectable course made special for him.
She was splayed out in a flush of vulnerable curves. Her skin was at least three shades deeper than was typical.
He could drink in the sight of her all day. Memorize every freckle and dimple as if he was going to sculpt her in marble tomorrow.
He caught her lips with a sharp bite, followed by a sweep of tender kisses before lifting her easily and throwing her firmly to the center of the bed.
He climbed up with one knee, loosening his tie and tossing it aside.
"Aidoneus…" She chirped out in hesitation. The fog cleared for a moment and he sat down.
"Yes, Kore." He squeezed her foot reassuringly.
"If I a-ask you to stop, or to slow down at any time… you will, right?" Her chest was impossibly tight. She shoved the words out as quickly as she could and then sucked in a deep breath, only to hold onto it.
He noticed her hair had grown a few inches with the question. He made a mental note to ask her about this question later, when she was ready to talk.
'Is that why she came here?' He asked silently to nobody in particular. A rage bubbled in his stomach but he shoved it aside. Another time.
"Yes, Little Goddess. Your consent and comfort is more important to me than anything we could do in this room."
To his surprise the Goddess climbed to her knees and tugged open the first few buttons of his shirt. "Thank you." She whispered before pressing her lips to his chest, easily easing the clamoring of his heart.
"Have you heard of the traffic light safeword system?" She shook her head immediately, fingering the buttons on his shirt distractedly.
"It's a limited system but a good place to start. I will check in with you and if you are feeling good, and you are okay to continue, say 'Green' for go. If things are getting too intense and you need to slow down or change anything, say 'yellow' and finally if we need to stop and cease immediately, say 'Red.' That means if you are scared, in pain, or simply decide that you don't want to anymore. You are in control. It doesn't matter if we are in the middle of anything, please tell me. And if for any reason you get non verbal, tap anywhere three times. And if I'm not sure you are able to communicate with me, I will stop until you give me the green light."
She glanced down at the bulge flexing in his pants. "But what if you are…" Her voice trailed off in embarrassment.
"Kore." He took her face in both his hands, and pressed his forehead to hers. "I am a grown man who is capable of taking care of any needs I have on my own. Please do not feel like you have to do anything you don't want to because of this." He glanced down as his own clothed erection.
She nodded, solemnly.
He kissed her forehead and got to his feet.
"How are you feeling, Little one? Should we go check on that cake?"
She scrambled to her feet, now standing on his bed. With him on the floor, they were almost the same height.
She lured him in for a kiss and gripped the front of his button up. When they broke apart for air she ripped open the front of his shirt- hardly flinching as the buttons took flight and scattered.
Hades smirked and shed his shirt like a second skin. He seized her wrists and paused- awaiting a signal from her. She nodded.
"Green."
He looped the sleeves of the shirt around her wrists and bound them together before picking her up and flipping her over to bounce harshly on her stomach.
He palmed her firm ass in both his hands and kneaded the supple skin. She rose up to his touch with a whimper.
He spread her cheeks and bore witness to the glistening between her thighs. He hissed out an almost inaudible, "Fuck."
A second shower of petals rained down on them both. He swept one off her smooth skin and gave a gentle caress in its place.
"You ruined a perfectly good shirt, little one…" He gripped her cheek hard before resuming his soothing caresses.
"You ruined a perfectly good apron." She bit back with a little giggle.
-SLAP-
His hand collided with her rear and she arched up into him with a moan.
His pants tightened.
"You've caused a lot of property damage here, Goddess. How ever will you pay for it?"
Persephone was balancing on the tight line between aroused and embarrassed. When he was at work she peeked into his study and saw the damage that had been done.
She gulped and wiggled her ass back towards him.
"I'm thinking...One spanking for every 1000 Drachma spent to repair-" He paused to slap her purpling skin again before continuing, "my demolished office."
She bit down on the cloth restraining her, her vision staticing red.
"Do you think that's fair?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Uh-huh, what?"
"Uh-huh… Sir." She groaned, tensing in anticipation of another spank before relaxing as his finger tips slid feather light up the buttons of her spine.
He grabbed both her hips forcefully and scooted her back to the end of the bed, propping her up on all fours.
He pressed his regrettably contained hardness against her dew soaked thighs. Both of them groaned on impact.
"This is what you do to me when you prance around half naked. When you show up to work in those impossibly tight dresses. I just want to bend you over my desk and…" He punctuated his sentence with a buck of his hips and another sharp spank.
"Then do it." She called over her shoulder with a grin.
He hissed again and bit the Venus dimples on either side of her lower back with the sharp of his teeth. He then lazily kissed up her back, pulling her upright to her knees with a fistful of her still growing hair.
"Not yet, Kitten." He seized her earlobe between his teeth and tugged, his hot breath rebounding against the shell of her ear. She felt herself shiver. "First… I'm going to taste you."
She didn't know exactly what he meant but the husk of his tone made her legs buckle and she sank back down into the bed.
Hades alternated between light pecks and broad massage strokes up her legs before she was limp enough for him to casually roll over onto her back.
Her face was tinted a delightful magenta, her bound wrists resting against her chest.
'That won't do.' He tsked mentally. He circled the bed, gripped her bonds and pulled them up and over the post at the corner of his bed. She was now not only tied together with the shirt but her arms were stationed above her head, restricted to the bedpost. She struggled weakly but made no motion that she was uncomfortable.
Satisfied, Hades circled around the other side of the bed and pulled her forward so her legs were dangling over the edge.
He knelt between her knees, swallowing down the lump of excitement in his throat. His cock ached, and he gave it a reassuring squeeze through the cloth.
The thatch of curls at her core was thick but not obstructive. He could see the wet pink skin underneath, patiently waiting.
He nipped the inside of her left knee and felt a grin tug at his lips as she squirmed. He moved higher at a cruel and leisurely pace. Giving every inch of her ample legs the attention they deserved.
Lava scorched her core as she struggled against her confines. She had an unexplainable desire to wrap her legs around his head.
"Green means gooooo." She panted, pulling more aggressively.
"Patience, little Goddess." He mouthed into the dip where her thighs met her lips. His tongue darted out to caress the curve of that line, first on the left and then the right.
He buried his nose into her curls- the aroma was testing him. Her scent was earthy, and sweet like morning dew and daffodils.
She bucked her hips up into him, and he pressured her back down to the bed with a firm press of his lips to her slit. He pushed his arms under her legs and held her hips in place as his tongue grazed her core lightly. She was dripping with desire that tasted like rain, sweat and something that was unexplainable and just completely, her.
One more tentative lap with his tongue and a buck of her hip, and he dove in, devouring her greedily.
He drank her in like a man dying of thirst. He cock wept and pulsed, but he ignored it. This was enough. She rocked into his tongue, and continued to thrash against her restraints.
"FUCK!" She wailed, her legs wrapped around his head and pulled him in closer. His tongue slipped in her aching entrance and she quaked with a ripple of fire.
She broke free of the knots holding her wrists captive and seized his hair by the fistful.
He growled against her clit but made no move to restrain her. She felt the rumble vibrate deep inside her. Her eyes flourished scarlet and she felt herself slip away.
"Aidoneus." Her voice was bolder, more mature. It sent a wave of something unidentifiable through his gut, and surged to his fingertips.
He felt a vine wrap around his chest and he quickly mused at what vegetation and destruction he would find downstairs when this was all over.
Before Hades knew what hit him he was on his back, Persephone's foot, on his chest, holding him down.
Her eyes were like rubys, shimmering and blown wide. Her hair whipped around her in a tangle of absent wind. A very real curl of fear sank in his gut. Had he gone too far?
"G-Goddess, did I hurt you?" He propped himself on his elbows, but it only lasted a moment. The tips of her tiny toes pushed his forehead back and he sank back to the carpet.
Persephone knelt down and swung her leg across his body. She made an effort to grind down against his length before moving up until both her knees were on either side of his head.
Hades took a deep breath and felt his cock explode as she relaxed down and smothered him with her sex.
Her scent and taste ensnared his senses completely and he rode the high of his own release while he felt her ebb closer to hers.
His hands sought purchase on her hips, which he found had bloomed in a posy.
Her thighs were flushed to a near burgundy and she was quivering above him. He swirled his tongue around the swell of her clit and sucked it between his lips. She rocked her hips and cried out, his name tumbling from her buxom lips.
His senses were overcome with a budding scent of pollen and the release of a spring waterfall.
She was springtime, afternoon rain and the power and rumble of a thunderstorm.
She slumped forward, her muscles twitching in no proper rhythm.
Hades was about to roll her off and on to her back when she shot to her feet and barreled down the hall. A flutter of newly blossomed lilacs chasing after her.
"THE CAKE!"