A/N: Thank you so much for your continued support! Long chapter is LONG.
Trigger warning: The beginning of this chapter deals with Apollo's trial and as usual he's being a shit.
Hades sat down with a heavy, annoyed sigh. Persephone settled in next to him, both seated in the innermost row of a rounded legal room. The towering walls were made of exquisite Achilles marble, lined every few feet with vast pillars of quartz.
"I told Hera to keep this a private trial." He looked around, watching the room steadily fill with anyone and everyone of any importance in Olympus.
Persephone stuck her head between her knees and sucked in a deep breath.
'This needs to be done..' She chanted to herself like a sort of Mantra.
Hades pet her back sympathetically, brushing away the stray petals flustering from her hair.
"We can go back to sleep when this is over." He whispered, watching her posture up and back.
She laced their fingers together and gave his palm a solid squeeze. "Thank you."
Persephone glanced around the room for the first time, her eyes landing on a curvy pink nymph that bore a striking resemblance to herself.
"Hey! I saw her on television."
"Apollo, you've been brought here and given the opportunity to confess your crimes." Hera stood in the center of the room, a disagreeable Zeus slumped in the seat behind her.
Just before her, to her left and right were other prominent seats. To the right was a broad shouldered, violet God wearing a bored, almost defiant expression. Apollo. He was bandaged, but still sat with an arrogant ease.
The seat to the Queens' left was empty.
Persephone's eyes locked with the piercing stare of Artemis, Apollos' twin. She tore her gaze away quickly, focusing instead on the intricately detailed lace trim of her dress.
"I had a relationship with the minor goddess, Persephone. We had a bitter break up but I have committed no crime."
Persephone felt a spark of fury lick her insides. Filling her with an aching nausea.
"And your relations were consensual?" Hera asked, her face stoic.
"If she wanted to stop me, she could have." He spat, giving her a side eyed glare. The Pink Goddess felt Hades stiffen next to her. She suddenly felt exhausted, the flowers in her hair wilting rapidly.
"Is it true that you continued to pursue and harass the goddess even after she rejected your advances?" Hades had to applaud Hera on her ability to keep a neutral face and tone after the realization that her vision was correct. Maybe that water bottle was filled with one of Hebe's legendary Martinis.
"I tried to work things out, nothing more." Hades scoffed loudly and he saw Apollo's shoulders tense. Hera's eyes moved passively over him before confessing, "We have a few witnesses who say otherwise."
Eros sat opposite of Apollo. His normally handsome, jubilant face was set in a scowl. He went on to explain that Persephone had confided in him and with his powers he was able to see exactly what happened and it was, without a doubt an act of a manipulation and consent violation. Eros also went on, with confirmation from Psyche that Apollo had attacked her again in the apartment she shared with Artemis, and that Eros had saved her before something worse could happen. Adding that Apollo had sustained an injury from one of his arrows.
Ares was the next to take the stand, and described her call to war. One with such rage and hatred it couldn't possibly be from something as simple as a bitter break up. It was so vast, and powerful he felt it quake all the realms.
Hera, though off the record as she was leading the trial, asked Apollo to confirm the day in question and went on to describe her vision. And the horrific sensations she felt upon first touching Persephone's hand after the incident. It was as if all of the pain was welled up and shot through to her at the casual contact.
Hades was called next, taking his seat across from the Sun God. His lips split in the narrow smirk as he noticed the ichor leaking through the fabric over Apollo's shoulder.
"I came home from work and found Apollo in my house, his hands on Persephone. He had ripped her dress off and if I hadn't gotten there in time, I am positive he would have assaulted her agai-"
Apollo shot to his feet and gestured towards the God of the Underworld. "Maybe you should ask Hades why she was at his house in the first place. I was simply trying to liberate her from his sexual servitude."
The hall erupted in outraged whispers and a few stray yells. Hades tried to keep his composure but he felt the swell of anger in his chest prompt his skin to change.
'Not here.' He whispered to himself. 'Not in front of everyone.' With a deep breath he eased back his anger, forcing himself to not think about the rumors and media shitstorm this was sure to cause.
"Persephone. Have I been holding you against your will?" He turned towards the Goddess, watching her rise up from her seat in the audience and step down into the stands.
"No. Your Majesty."
"Have you been enslaved to me? Sexually or otherwise?"
"No sir." Hades shoo'd his pervert lizard that was tempting him with thoughts of the pink goddess in a sex service roleplay.
"Persephone. Are your relations with King Hades sexual in nature?" Hera asked, her eyes softening.
"Hera. I hardly think this is necessary." Hades cleared his throat, dismissively.
"Answer the question, Persephone." Hera said with a small smile, ignoring the King's words.
"Y-Yes, Your Majesty." She felt the blush creeping up her neck and across her cheeks. A series of hushed murmurs spread throughout the hall like wildfire.
"And have they been consensual?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Hera offered up a fourth chair to the Goddess, it materializing behind her. Persephone sat back, keeping her back straight and her chin level with the floor.
"Do you admit to having a previous relationship with Apollo?"
"No." Persephone spoke very clearly. Her eye contact with Hera, unceasing. "He assaulted, harassed and stalked me. I sought refuge with King Hades to get away from Apollo."
"So the relations that Apollo refers to were not consensual?"
"They were not."
"Do you admit to the theft and destruction of his Lyre?" Persephone felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped on her, She had not expected this. Sugar snaps.
"I do." She resigned anxiously, hearing a collective gasp from Artemis and Hermes behind her.
"And is it true that you let Apollo into King Hades home?"
"No, ma'am. I tried to close the door but he forced his way in."
"Trespassing too…" Hera turned back and raised an eyebrow to Zeus. The King of the Gods was dressed in a finely tailored white suit, matching impeccably with his unblemished violet complexion. He sat forward, looking down at Persephone with a frown of discontent.
"So, you confided the assault with Eros, and nobody else?"
"Yes, Sir."
"If you didn't feel the need to come forward then, why are we here now?"
Hera shot Zeus a menacing glare but stayed silent, turning her attention back to the pink goddess.
"I was scared. I was worried about The goddesses of eternal maidenhood finding out, and revoking my scholarship. I was scared of my mother finding out. And I was scared of Apollo."
Zeus gave a rumbling sigh as if her fear was the most inconvenient thing in the world.
She sat up straighter, shot a glance from Artemis to Hades, and felt her vision spark red. The nausea in her stomach was replaced by a molton passion.
"I am no longer scared of him but he is a nuisance. He broke into my home and attempted another assault and he got exactly what he deserved."
"You mean King Hades home." Zeus asked with an eager grin, hungry to discover a hole in her story.
"Yes. OUR home." She didn't bother to hide her eye roll as she turned back to Apollo. Staring him down. "This has gone on long enough, Phoebus Apollo. We settle this now."
Apollo finally met her gaze. His mouth quirked into a smile and he gave her a cocky wink.
She felt a countdown to detonation inside her.
"Zeus, what is your verdict?"
Without a word the God of Thunder stormed off. Hera turned back to the trail attendants, her voice clipped with annoyance and apology.
"We will be calling a brief recess. Meet back here in 15."
Persephone rose to her feet and sprinted out of the room. Rage fumes the only thing sustaining her exhausted form.
Hades excused himself and went after her, catching up to her as she ran into a restroom.
With each breath came the crashing realization that everyone in that room now knew everything that happened with Apollo, the assault, his lyre and her relationship with Hades.
She clutched her throat, the world submerging her. Her secrets, her private life, HER decisions and HER BODY have now been taken from her and exposed to all of Olympus.
"Zeus is never.. I just want Apollo to leave me alone!" She screamed into her hands. "I just don't want him to hurt anyone else."
"What do you need?" Hades asked, keeping a respectful distance from the panicked Goddess.
"I need my body to be mine." She snapped, pounding his chest as hard as her fatigued muscles would allow.
"Take back your control." He said, holding her gaze, his hands grasping her shoulders securely.
The door to the bathroom opened and Hades turned and roared, "GET OUT!" The door slammed shut and a mortified nymph scurried away.
She felt her vision haze red and she grabbed Hades by the tie, pulling him down into a crushing kiss.
Persephone straightened Hades' tie and turned to look at herself in the mirror. She adjusted the keyhole of her dress and flattened her blossomed and mused hair.
'We'd better get back."
As they took their seats, Zeus returned looking pale and a little nauseous. He cleared his throat and announced, "After a brief consult with Helios, and the testimonies here today, I find Phoebus Apollo guilty of the crimes of Rape, Harassment, violent assault and tresspassing. His punishment is left to the victim." He avoided everyone's gaze, especially that of his now triumphant wife.
"And Persephone having admitted to the theft and destruction of Apollo's prized Lyre. You will be contracted to Olympus until you have paid back that cost."
Persephone gave a curt nod. "Thank you, King Zeus."
Zeus left without another word and Hera stepped forward, her demeanor gentle but fair. "Persephone, what justice do you seek?"
"I have punished Apollo as I see fit, but I do think he owes Hades and the underworld something for his tresspasses. Community service, I think."
"What punishment have you bestowed upon Apollo? Any action taken that impairs an Olympian's ability to perform their duty is inexcusable."
"Apollo, has your duty been affected?" Persephone said with a cunning pout.
"No. You used your powers on me but after that pain, nothing."
"Oh. I guess it didn't work…" Persephone smirked, "My mistake. I retract my earlier statement. I seek whatever justice you, Queen Hera deem right and fair.
"Community service to the underworld along with his continued duties and ¼ of his salary monthly will be donated to the TGOEM for the virginal theft of one of their members. All punishments Apollo sustained on King Hades property have been forgiven."
Apollo got to his feet and strutted out of the building, chin held high. A chorus of comments followed him out of the building. Persephone saw the pink nymph from earlier get up and leave through the same door, followed shortly by Artemis.
Persephone set down the mixing bowl and picked up her phone, sending a quick text to Hades.
Persephone: Would you be okay having Psyche and Eros over for dinner? You asked me about my lessons and Eros figured it would be best to talk about it together.
She opened the fridge and stared at the 3 small prepped hens she was planning to cook for Hades and her guests in distaste. She had no issue with anyone else eating meat but she couldn't unsee the animal's face anytime she saw any meat, no matter how it was prepared.
She turned back at the buzz of her phone.
Hades: Of course! Should I grab anything on the way home? Wine? Dessert?
Persephone: Surprise us! Love you!
Hades dropped his phone on the desk as an electric current shot through to his fingertips. She hadn't said it since her sleepy declaration.
Hades: I love you too, Sweetness.
He felt a rush of relief. She hadn't dismissed the question. Any concerns he had would be addressed tonight.
Hades entered the kitchen to see Persephone in a cooking frenzy. She was wearing a pink apron that was covered in sauce spills and flour.
"Everything smells amazing! How much time do we have? You should get cleaned up."
"They'll be here in about an hour and a half…" She sighed, placing the tray of hens back in the oven.
"Perfect. Meet me upstairs in a few." He nipped her ear affectionately as he passed.
Persephone ascended the stairs into the bedroom. She could see Hades outline in the bathroom.
She walked in and circled her arms around his waist, noticing that he was filling the tub with a mountain of bubbles.
"Get in! I have something to show you."
She stripped out of her spice covered clothes and climbed into the tub. She made an effort to pull open his button up and persuade him to join her.
"Hold on Baby…" He pulled a small black satin box from his trouser pocket and set it on the side of the tub.
"I made this for you."
She opened the box with soap coated fingers and gasped audibly.
It was the biggest diamond she had ever laid eyes on. It was rich and pink, cut in the shape of a tear drop and set in a beautiful and elegant rose gold band.
"Aidoneus… it's beautiful. I can't- I.. Oh.. sugar snaps… Thank you!" She slipped it on her finger, feeling the perfect fit.
She pulled him down with a splash of water. She didn't know what to say but she tried her best to push all her love and appreciation in through her lips. Their kiss was gentle and loving. His fingers combed her hair, circling back to cup her cheeks.
"Only the best for my Queen." He whispered against her pout.
He spun her around in the water and pulled her hair down from it's messy buns. With his fingers he brushed out her tangles and massaged her scalp, watching her sink further into the mess of bubbles.
"Mmmm…. Missed you." She moaned, feeling him pull her hair back in a single tight braid.
The unseen one started by washing her back with a dark magenta loofa. She purred and stretched out before him. He took each of her arms and eased over them with soap, blowing bubbles in her face playfully.
Her skin was phasing to match the loofa when he got down to her chest. Her rounded breasts were mostly submerged. His fingers featherlight, teased the sensitive skin underneath, beckoning her to lean back against the edge of the tub and his chest.
She was worrying her lower lip with her teeth in an attempt to be quiet. He gave her a quick, upside down peck on the lips before pulling a moan from her with a tease to her nipples.
His teeth seized her neck, bruising the already raw and flushed skin. He wanted her marked. He wanted their guests to see.
He moved on from her chest, hands dipping into the water as he washed each of her legs. The goddess rose to her knees and he continued with his work, giving her a few easy spanks before slipping through to her slit.
She moaned loudly, the hand with the glittering gem pawing at the stone walls of the tub in desperation.
"If you s-stop…" She took a moment to curse and widen her hips to accommodate his wandering fingers.
"Or what?" He teased, thrusting two fingers into her before halting. She cried out and began thrusting her body back into him.
"If you stop… I don't care who's here... " She panted, rolling her hips as he pulled away from her jovially. The bubbles and water were now scattered with a mess with swirling bellflowers.
"What? What are you going to do, little one?"
She sobbed in protest as he backed away and pulled the plug on the drain.
Eros and Psyche walked in and were happily greeted by a campaign begging for pets.
Psyche's lithe frame was wrapped in a beautiful lilac dress. She was still disguised as the nymph who was assisting Aphrodite.
Eros was wearing a dressy white shirt and a pair of black fitted pants. They were really a breathtaking couple.
Hades invited them in further, shooing a few of the over eager dogs out into the garden.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Yes!" They chimed in unison, and the King started in on beverages for his guests. He couldn't remember the last time he hosted where it wasn't a hangover pancake fest with his brothers. Or Hera letting herself in for a drink.
"This is such a lovely home." Psyche commented, looking around at the modern decor splashed with the occasional floral outburst from Persephone.
The Goddess of spring sauntered behind the bar where Hades stood pouring the final drink and reached around him, gripping his hardening member.
He hissed and passed the glass to Psyche.
"I told you." She whispered with a chaste kiss to his arm.
He pressed a kiss to her temple and hiked his hands up under her skirt, rubbing her dew dropped clit through the thin fabric of her panties.
"Use your words, Kitten."
"You are a scoundrel!" She snapped breathily. She downed her drink and grabbed again for the bottle.
"Whoa secret garden, we just got here." Eros snatched the bottle and moved it away from her.
Hades was in the kitchen with Psyche, prepping the dessert while Persephone took Eros out into the garden.
Despite the lack of sun the vegetation was lush and thriving. She had hung strands of lights around the yard like a glistening canopy.
"So… is that... her?" Eros pointed to a small mint plant bundled in with a chaotic planting of other beautiful flowers and herbs. She gave an anxious nod and the God of love busted up laughing.
"Can I?" He motioned towards one of her leaves. He popped one off and placed it in his drink.
"Mmmm she's bitter." He said thoughtfully.
"I'm not surprised." Hades chuckled, stepping over the threshold with Psyche, joining them outside.
"Aidoneus, can I see you inside for a second?" She turned back to Eros and gave an apologetic smile.
"Yea?" He asked, setting his glass down on the counter. She could see with his lidded eyes and his easy smile that he had had a few.
"Would you like to join me upstairs for a moment?"
"Why not here?"
"We have company, my love."
"They are preoccupied."
Persephone hiked up her dress and let her panties fall down her legs. She picked them up, the fabric soaked with her ebbing arousal and stuffed them into Hades palm.
"Fine. You get to hold onto this… so you don't forget." She bent over the counter, her attire still pulled up purposefully to expose her bare behind, as she seductively sampled the elaborate and beautifully decorated pudding dessert that Hades had prepared.
She popped a cherry in her mouth, letting it bounce over her pout as if she was savoring something entirely different.
"This is delicious… but you know what I'd really like?"
Hades could feel the damp against his palm, the floral scent of her beckoning him. Her soft skin made his hands pulse with electricity.
"What's that, sweetness?"
She dropped to her knees, her fingers pulling at the band of his pants.
She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, her mouth open, tongue out and waiting.
"Fuck." Hades shoved the panties in his pocket and picked up Persephone, throwing her easily over his shoulder. He passed the open back door and shouted "Be right back, make yourselves at home" over his shoulder as he sprinted upstairs.
A threw her on the bed and hurriedly pulled her dress up and over her head. She was completely nude save for her stockings. He gave her ample thighs a slap at the swell peeking out from the top of her thigh highs. She gave a moan and rolled over onto her stomach, offering up her rear for punishment.
"Not this time, little one... " He flipped her on her back again and spun her around with a grip on her now disheveled hair.
Her head hung over the edge of the bed. Hades disappeared into the closet for a moment and returned with a long metal rod with 4 cuffs attached to it.
"I was going to save this for tonight but since you're so needy…" He said with mock exasperation. Persephone purred but said nothing as he secured her limbs within each of the cuffs, her ankles furthest out and her wrists restrained in.
He pulled the bar up and open, causing the ankles to spread further apart.
"I think that's good."
He brought the bar towards him, folding her in half, her legs now locked to the bedposts, on either side of her shoulders.
"Comfortable, kitten?" She gave a little wiggle and nod.
"Good." He opened a box she didn't remember seeing him bring back. He pulled something out and she felt his warm fingertips slip over her slit.
"Little Goddess.. Look how wet you are." He brought his fingers to her lips, and she took them on her tongue greedily. She felt a pressure as he slipped something cold into her, the top of it sitting flush against her clit. A moment later and she was rocked by a delicious and spontaneous vibration. She moaned and arched her back into the sensation.
Hades removed his fingers from her mouth and caressed her hair lovingly. Her eyes fluttered closed and he took this moment to free himself from the restrictive slack fabric. He hissed as the cold hair and her hot breath hit his cock simultaneously.
"Was this what you wanted?" He asked, bopping the weeping head of his member to her plump lips. Her eyes snapped open and she allowed him entry. He pumped slowly at first, savoring the roll of her tongue and the suction of her cheeks. She jerked against the toy and slammed her throat into his head- causing them both to groan.
Hades ripped off his tie and looped it around her neck, holding it tight with his fist as he began to thrust into her throat erratically.
She continued to moan and drool around him, his hips bucking wildly until he heard a double snap come from the fingers of her left hand.
He pulled out and loosened his hold immediately. It took a moment of panting before Persephone could find her words. "Use your hands…" She pleaded, extending out her throat for him.
'Thank you Demeter, for this exquisite goddess…' He thought to himself before wrapping his fingers around her throat, feeling the pressure of his cock beneath her muscles as he thrust in again.
His climax was approaching rapidly and by how the pink goddess was thrashing and gasping he felt hers was not far behind.
He pulled the panties out of his pocket and muffled his own moans with them, tasting her desperate arousal.
An eruption of ecstasy shot through him and he ripped himself out of her mouth just in time to see the pearly ropes of his release splash her sweat soaked chest.
"FUCK." She screamed, her muscles spasming with the aftershock of her orgasm. She mewled as the vibration didn't cease, her arousal spiking again and propelling a smaller, easier release through her limbs, warming her fingertips and toes.
Hades removed the toy with a small pop, and started on her restraints. Once she was released he ran to the bathroom and grabbed a damp towel for clean up.
"How do you feel, little one?" He asked, finishing her clean up before tending to himself. She rolled over and snuggled lazily into the blankets with a content sigh.
"Mmm, good daddy.." She whispered, not seeing the change in Hades posture at the nickname.
He situated his clothes, keeping his tie discarded before he helped her shaky legs back into her dress. "How do you feel?" Her round eyes searched for his answer.
"Amazing, Baby. Thank you." He pulled her in for a tender aftercare embrace.
"We have classes to discuss!" Persephone yelled, running down the stairs and seizing the bottle of gin before Eros could snatch it back from her.
Hades followed after her, his spent cock still throbbing against the elastic of his clothes.
Eros and Psyche were examining a new cropping of plum trees that had erupted in the living room while the pair was upstairs.
"Sorry… we had to…" Hades trailed off at the look Eros gave him.
The pink God crossed his arms over his chest and looked at them both with a smug smirk. "Really? You're going to invite the GOD OF ALL THINGS SEXY into your home and not expect him to know what filth you are up to when you go upstairs? Perspehone, I'm so proud!" He pulled the small goddess into a crushing hug.
Hades glanced over at Psyche and her disheveled hair, noticing the cushions that were on the couch now lay abandoned on the floor.
"It seems that you took my advice and made yourselves at home." Hades snapped back with a wide grin.
Eros shot Psyche a look, and she blushed.
"So, Eros has been answering all of my intimate questions." Persephone flushed, taking a seat at the table. She glanced back at Hades. "And… we found that one of the best ways for me to learn is to… watch."
Hades felt a scorching wave of realization hit him and he felt his cock strain harder. "So Eros has been… showing you how to…?"
Eros lifted his glass and took a generous drink. "There were a few things that were very hard to just… describe. So I asked Psyche if she minded us demonstrating so Persephone could get a full grasp." Psyche flushed so dark, her skin was almost midnight black.
Hades felt his mouth go dry.
"What kinds of things was Kore asking about?" He smirked, locking eyes with Eros.
"Oh, you'll find out." Eros winked before downing the rest of his drink.