A/N: Don't forget to bookmark this fic if you like it. I try to update every day or every few days! And it's gonna be LONG so… saddle up, loves.
Chapter 15 will be updated on Sun May 10th
TRIGGER WARNING: Part of this chapter deals with Apollo's punishment and domestic abuse.
A piercing pain shot through Apollo's groin as his fingers slipped under the pink nymph's shirt. He flinched and hissed but attempted to cover it with a low growl, hoping she wouldn't notice.
She coo'd happily, melting under his touch. After the trial he was sure their relationship was over. After a fight, a long discussion, and a day of her ignoring him, She came back, ready to give him a chance. He had managed to convince her that Hades' hold on Persephone was bordering on indoctrination, some dark underworld influence, and that the King would pay for his misdeeds.
He buried his face in her neck, taking in the sweet scent of freshly bloomed poppies and honey.
She looked so much like The Goddess of Spring.
'I bet they feel the same...' He thought to himself, taming the fire of anger and arousal coursing through his body. 'I hope so.'
"Ow, Apollo. You're hurting me." He pulled back, a deep bite mark lay where her shoulder met her neck. He suddenly felt feverish, a ring of sweat beading at his hairline.
'What's going on…' He thought, adjusting his hardening member, and letting out another hiss of pain.
"Is something wrong?" Daphne asked, propping herself up on her elbows. Apollo was hunched at the end of the sofa, attempting to stay statuesque still.
Daphne reached out, cupping his shoulder gently.
"Don't fucking touch me!" He snarled, shrugging her off and howling in pain at the erratic movement.
"What's going on?" She stumbled back at his words, looking worried and terrified.
"I d-don't know." He started to rise but fell back almost immediately due to the searing pain in his urethra.
"Go! Just-" Daphne kneeled on the floor next to him, searching his body for where the pain might be.
"Let m-" She made to touch his abdomen but barely made contact before a large purple hand collided with her cheek. She scrambled back holding her already swelling face.
"JUST GET OUT PERSEPHONE!" He roared, forcing himself up into a seated position. He saw out of the corner of his eye, curvy pink legs disappearing with a slam of his front door.
It wasn't even noon yet and Zeus had called for a mandatory brunch. The brothers shuffled into the same strip club because, "Their waffles are to die for!"
They took their normal table in the back where there was little chance they would be overheard. Poseidon beckoned over a server and got their first round of drinks started.
Hades swiped his glass off the tray before the slim bronze skinned nymph had a chance to hand it to him. He drained half the drink before he couldn't hold it in anymore and he turned to Zeus.
"Why the fuck did you have to act like that?"
Zeus took a long drink and set his glass down, face serious like he had been preparing for this exact conversation. Poseidon had missed the trial, thankfully, but had heard from both brothers wildly conflicting accounts.
"I didn't want Hera to be right." Zeus admitted with a tone of defeat.
"Because you didn't want to believe Apollo was a piece of shit or just because you needed Hera to be wrong?" Hades snapped, draining the rest of his drink.
"Both."
"So you humiliated -my- Queen, to defy yours?" Hades spit again, easing himself back into his seat. He didn't remember standing.
"I WAS TESTING HER." Zeus turned to him and met his passion with a roar.
The Sea God and The God of the Underworld were taken aback, any retorts died on their lips.
"Did she pass?"
"She did, for now. I'll get to know her more next week when she's working in Olympus."
"What are you going to have her do?" Hades asked nervously, thinking about what he normally had beautiful women who work for him do.
"You know that dick pic incident with Hera? I tracked it back to Thetis. I suspended her for 3 weeks and I need a temp replacement." Zeus looked annoyed but the corner of his mouth still pulled up in a small amused smile.
"You better keep your hands off of her." Hades hissed dangerously.
"Why do you even keep Thetis around?" Posedion interjected suddenly, hoping for a break in the tension.
"Why did you keep Minthe around?" Zeus snapped at Hades as if he was the one who asked.
"Shutting up now." Posedion sipped his drink with an eye roll.
"...she does everything Hera won't…"
"Maybe Hera would suck your cock if you stop sticking it in everything." Hades threw out nonchalantly, recalling the look of golden lips contrasting beautifully with his own darkening skin.
"Fuck off." Zeus retorted playfully, beckoning the server for another round.
"So uh… I found out what else Eros has been teaching Persephone…"
"Oh?" Both brothers said in unison, scooting closer.
"Persephone has been watching Him and Psyche… together. If she's learning what I've experienced from just watching… Holy shit. She's been asking him about how to do certain… things." Hades pulled at his collar, feeling the sweltering heat of the club for the first time.
"Amphi has played with Eros. I've thought about it. Bit nervous going up against the God of Love, yea?" Poseidon commented thoughtfully.
"Have Psyche and Amphi ever…?"
"I don't think so…" The emerald God answered, a blush dusting across his nose at the possibility.
"Her and Persephone were really friendly and affectionate at dinner and…" Hades scolded his dirty old man brain… "I had a dream about them together."
"So what kinds of things was she asking about?"
"Eros just told me I'd find out…" Hades' tone was much more unhinged and nervous than he had intended.
"Bet she's going to fuck you." The Sea God mused passively.
Hades spit his drink out all over himself and as well as his brothers. "Uhm. That would be..." His skin darkened with an incredible flush.
"You know who I think would be great at pegging?" Poseidon steamrolled on like he wasn't covered in orange juice and champagne.
Hades hardly recovered before the emerald God dropped his answer. "Hera!"
Zeus scoffed with a boisterous laugh. "Never!"
Hades had to drown himself in his drink to keep from telling his brothers that he knew for a -fact- that Zeus was wrong and Poseidon was so so right.
He felt another wave of flush overcome him as he recalled her thin fingers on his hips, pulling at thick leather straps. The pressure against him. Her teasing little comments as he let loose and buried his face in a pillow with a desperate whimper.
Desperate to change the subject Hades blurted out a, "I've never sent a dick picture."
"You should! She'll love it. Works for me everytime." The God of Thunder endorsed excitedly.
Apollo was in the bathroom, leaning heavily against the porcelain sink. Ichor everywhere. He stared down at his aching erection, a small red bud poking out from the slit.
He hissed, pulling back the head, exposing more of the intruder. It was a tiny rosebud.
"What…" Apollo grunted, tugging at the bud. His legs almost gave out at the sheer agony it caused.
"...THE FUCK!" He screamed, slamming his fist into the wall in frustration.
It dawned on him. This is what that little bitch meant.
Apollo's vision flashed gold and he pinched just under the tip of the bud and ripped. He felt a pain unlike anything he'd ever experienced while he witnessed an entire rose stem with thorns rip through his length.
He let out a horrified scream and collapsed.
"Hey, Apollo… Are you okay?" Apollo heard Hermes say from behind the door just as he blacked out.
Persephone joined Eros on the couch, a parade of screaming children running excitedly around them. They were waiting for Ares to return to relieve Eros from babysitting duty before they could head off for their next lesson.
The pink goddess heard a buzz from her pocket, her eyes widened when she saw who the text was from. She took a deep breath, expecting the worse as she clicked on the message.
Artemis: I didn't know. I'm sorry.
The goddess let out the breath she had been holding with a barreling sigh. The lead ball that had dropped in her stomach dissipated into a burst of warmth, leaving her feeling somehow just as full but considerably lighter.
She quickly typed out her response.
Persephone: I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't know how.
Artemis: I understand. Are we okay? If you need time…
Persephone wanted nothing more than to have her friend back. She felt her tongue poke out between her teeth as she wrote back.
Persephone: Were okay. 3 Promise.
Artemis: So, Hades huh?
Persephone: I know what you're going to say…
Artemis: Your mother is going to kill me.
Artemis had put everything on the line for her. Going as far as to challenge her mom and call her out on her 'helicopter parenting.' Demeter was not easily confronted. She needed to get to her mom before she found anything out through the grapevine.
Persephone: The only person who is worse than Hades in her eyes, is Zeus.
Artemis: At Least it's not Zeus. You can always lead with that! LOL
Persephone: How mad are the TGOEM?
Artemis: They are worried. Especially Athena. Hestia has been acting very strangely though. You know the coat she confiscated? She dropped it off for you, burnt to a crisp. I'm not sure what message she's trying for.
Persephone groaned, thinking about the destruction of the first gift Hades has given her. She made a mental note to ask him if there was any unresolved animosity between Him and Hestia that she needed to know about.
Persephone: Oh. I will call them. Thank you. Can I tell you something private?
Artemis: Always. Promise.
Persephone felt her chest flood with warmth. She needed to hear that. She extended out her beautifully manicured hand and took a picture of the ring Hades had given her, sending it immediately to the Huntress.
Artemis: PERSEPHONE I AM AS GOOD AS DEAD
Persephone: I'm going to visit my mom. You will be spared. :)
Artemis: Will you ever come back?
Persephone had a vague flashback to the greenhouse with no doors, everything dying, her blood boiling- she stuffed down the panic rising in her chest. The children had run off to another room. Her head gave a gentle ache at the newly realized silence.
Persephone: We will see.
Artemis: Let's hang out soon. Please.
Persephone: Deal. 3
Persephone put down her phone and automatically heard it buzz. She picked it up expecting it to be another message from Artemis. Not thinking she clicked on the message and dropped her phone on the couch in between her and Eros with a squeak.
"You okay, honey?" Eros glanced up from the message he was typing out, to her shocked, blushing face and then down to her upward facing phone.
On the screen was a very flattering albeit blurry picture of The God of the Underworlds proudly standing, throbbing azure cock.
In his free hours or when insomnia had gripped him tight, Hades returned to the Oasis. The serene atmosphere eased his anxiety and helped soothe his worsening headaches.
He felt his muscles ache as he heaved the last slab of Rose quartz up onto his shoulders before sliding it in place with the others.
He took a step back, grinning at his hard work coming together. He wiped the sweat from his brow and neck with his shirt before tossing it aside.
It was almost ready.
Hades felt his feet touch the soft earth. Persephone was still wrapped securely in his arms. She was blind folded and subsequently holding on for dear life, despite having the ability of flight.
He scooped her up and set her down, allowing her a moment to gain her footing before he turned her to face his handiwork, slipping off her blindfold.
Persephone recognized the Oasis immediately. She felt a deep aching urge pull at her, begging to come out and play. She pushed back against that power.
'Wait your turn…' She whispered to the mature voice, stepping forward into the lush grass.
Before her stood a temple that wasn't there when they were last here, at the birth of the sanctuary.
"Come, my Queen." He stepped forward, reaching out for her hand. She slid her fingers into his palm, feeling the same surge of electricity pulse anytime they touched.
He led her up the smooth, smokey steps. The temple was made of beautiful pink and opaque quartz crystal with shimmering columns of white howlite.
There was a canopy of lanterns from above, the firelight reflecting beautifully off the stone.
"This is amazing…" Persephone turned, taking everything in, mouth agape.
"After some research I discovered that your temple in the mortal realm had been demolished. I'm not sure if Demeter plans to allow for another one to be built… so I built you one myself."
Hades suddenly felt very shy, a tugging in his mind told him that this temple wasn't grand enough. Not for her.
"Y-you built this for me?" The Goddess turned on her heel to face Hades, her wide eyes welling with appreciative tears.
"You deserve a place for proper worship."
"I'm a minor goddess…" Persephone pulled at her sleeve nervously.
"You are the Goddess of Spring. Soon to be Queen of the Underworld."
"It's so beautiful. Thank you. This is such an amazing gift."
"There are more gifts, my Queen. If you'll allow." He gestured towards a large circular cushion big enough for them to both comfortably sleep on. She took a seat at the end, and immediately wondered how Hades was able to pull a cloud down from the sky. It was plush, like laying on air but solid enough to hold snug around her hips. The cloth that draped the cushion was made of the softest satin she had ever felt.
"Oh wow…" She whispered, her fingers sweeping over the fluid-like fabric.
"Kore." Her eyes snapped up. Hades was kneeling before her, a large opal bowl set in a block of gorgeous polished wood sat between them.
"I have come to make offerings to my Queen." His eyes were on his lap, his shoulders square and tensed.
"I receive them all, with love." She sat up straight, wondering what else he could possibly give.
She noticed the bowl on the altar before her was lined with a ring of perfect, unblemished pearls. Her fingers skated over them adoringly.
Hades set his first offering before her.
It was a single, beautiful Pomegranate. Her mouth watered as he split it open easily, showing her the plentiful seeds. He took one out and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
"I bring you the fruit of the underworld. Purely as an offering. I must apologize, this fruit you can not eat."
She picked up a seed and was about to bring it to her lips before his words registered.
"How come?"
"Anyone who eats fruit grown in my realm, not with your power of course!" He said with a wink, "Will be bound to the underworld, forever. It's my curse and I do not wish that on you. However the seeds and skin have many other uses you might find interesting"
Persephone set the seed down and gave a silent nod.
"Thank you Aidoneus, it's lovely. I expect you will teach me these uses?" The offering was beautiful and symbolic. The gears in her mind turned with the birth of an idea as Hades placed the next offering between them.
It was a wreath of Poppyflowers and Roses weaved into a braid of Barley. Persephone picked it up delicately with a small gasp. It reminded her of her mother. Of home. She held the wreath to her chest and inhaled the sweet crisp scent of the flowers. Her face split into a serene smile.
"Thank you, my love."
She set the wreath to her side, propped up against the slope of the cushion. When she turned back to the bowl she saw the painted and crystalized skull of a Ram. The bone was a smokey white with symbols painted down the bridge. Where the eyes used to be were two large rubies, and the teeth were made of red coral.
"Everything was responsibly sourced, I promise." The flicker of power in her gut challenged her but she continued to push it down. This was her time.
'This is my temple.' She swore she felt the breath of the deeper voice beat against her ear.
"Wow." She touched the coral and felt herself transported to the ocean. She leaned over the altar and gave him a firm kiss on the lips as thanks.
"I also bring you this." He placed a crown into her open palms. It was made from the fallen strands of a weeping willow, weaved in with a bundle of Cypress flowers.
She squealed and placed it on her head, her own hair blooming around it.
Hades looked at her with a lopsided, adoring smile.
"Two more things that we can enjoy together." He set out a plate of ambrosia, and a bottle of honey wine infused with mortal realm plums.
He pulled out two crystal glasses and poured them both a generous amount of drink.
"To Kore, the Goddess of Spring, and Persphone, The bringer of death." The King toasted, as they both brought the crystal to their lips in celebration.
Persephone got to her feet after their feast and circled around to Hades, who was still kneeling before the altar. She made a motion to slide into his lap but was halted by a strong blue hand on her stomach.
"This isn't the only reason I brought you here." He rose to his knees, meeting her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave a curious little pout.
"It isn't?"
"I am not finished with my worship." He whispered against her cheek, his fingers sliding up the backs of her legs.
"Ooh?" Her question overshadowed by the moan escaping.
His digits wandered up her dress and curled around the lace resting low on her hips. He pulled the fabric down her now quivering legs, allowed her to step out of it and brought the garment to his lips.
Persephone felt her whole body darken with blush.
"Sandals, please." He asked, slipping the panties in his pocket and motioned for her to give him one of her feet. He slipped off the shoe from each foot and set it aside. With a quiet ease he got to his feet, pulling her dress up and over her head.
The air was warm, and while the temple was open she didn't feel too exposed.
She made to grab his belt buckle and he stepped back with a smile.
"No, no.. Little one."
Her huff turned to an expression of surprise as he picked her up easily and laid her back into the center of the cushion. He toed out of his shoes before crawling towards her.
He started with her feet. The King pressed a kiss and soft nip to each of her toes. His thumbs kneaded into the arch of her foot while Persephone moaned a little, relaxing back into the satin.
When his lips and fingers had paid tribute to every inch of her tiny feet he moved up the curve of her legs. With every bite and taste he made sure to make note of every freckle scattered across her sun kissed thighs. Every tiny silver scar she sustained from years tending to gardens of all sorts. He noticed a few bite marks on her inner thighs that were barely visible in the low fairy-like light.
His fingers massaged up her legs as his tongue and teeth worked their way down. Her body was pliable and easy to maneuver. She had surrendered to his touch.
His kisses trailed back up to the soft hollow of her hips. He pressed down, filling her with a divine pressure that made her core ache. He grabbed the bottle of wine from behind him and made a pool in the bend of her hips, the cold liquid causing her skin to erupt with goosebumps. His tongue eased the chill as he greedily lapped up the drink from her body.
His teeth seized the sharp of her hip, nipping hard enough to bruise and smoothing it over with a series of sloppy apologetic kisses. She moaned and bucked her hips towards him but he continued up and across the tiny swell of her magenta belly.
Hades hummed, enjoying how fuller and thicker her body was compared to Minthe. She was petite but easy to hold on to. Comfortable. Soft. Safe.
He blew a little raspberry into her belly button before filling that with wine also. He was delighted when the silence of the evening air was cut with an excitable giggle. His tongue dipped in and pulled up the wine with a quiet pat..
His kisses continued up the swell of her ribs, each shown with her quickening breath.
He felt her fingers snaked through his tresses, gripping tight. He pulled her hands out, and laced their fingers together with a little 'tsk tsk.'
Each finger received a devoted kiss, and each knuckle a light seize with his teeth. He opened her hands, her palms facing the sky. He nuzzled the smooth skin, his tongue tracing the life and love lines of each palm.
She mewled and melted back. His tongue tickling pleasantly.
He nipped her wrist, his lips continuing his worship to the bend in her elbow. She was trembling, only slightly. He continued to trace the dip of her collar bone with his tongue. He poured more drink into the hollow of her throat before feasting upon her with a liberal bite.
He traveled up the sharp of her jaw and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She could taste the wine, and he, the ambrosia.
"I could worship every inch of you, every day and still never get enough." She leant in and seized his lower lip between her teeth. She felt the swell from the split she caused a few days before.
She tried to ignore the volcanic quiver wavering out from her core.
His fingers encircled her breasts, cupping them with a gentle precision. She arched her back into his touch, silently begging for more. He captured each bud with a flick of his tongue and seized of teeth. Both hands tracing gentle lines under her breasts with a feather light nerve stroke. With each pull and suck she felt the coil in her gut tighten towards an inevitable release.
"Don't stop." She whispered, not sure how to articulate what her body was doing.
His touch became rough and determined. His fingers and teeth working diligently against her nipples.
She felt a warmth crash over her. It was a softer release, her ichor filling her nude body with a splendid heat. The coil immediately tightened again and she gripped his hair and pushed his head down between her flushed thighs.
"I wasn't done, Little Goddess…" He whispered, his words already muffled by her thatch of curls. She moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his head and pulling him in with a smother.
His ritual continued. His tongue lapped at her nectar before pulling back and paying homage to the delicate floral scent of her sex, and the dew reminiescent of the mountain waterfall crashing behind them.
His tongue traced the sensitive skin between her thighs and the swell of her released soaked lips. With a nip he teased her before pulling her clit and rolling it with his tongue.
"Aidoneus…" She groaned, her head back into the luxe bedding.
"Come for me, my Queen." He purred into her, his tongue pulling her in again. Riding the wave of her first release she almost came undone at his words, her body finally quaking as his tongue snaked into her entrance.
He felt her warm release on his tongue as she came with a spasm. She was knotting his hair with her fingers, her teeth worrying a split into her own bottom lip. He continued his ministrations, tasting another sweep of narcissus and pollen as she came again.
Just as he traced the line of her slit with his tongue again, aching to feel the overflow from her release slip down his chin, he pushed him back with a groan.
"G-give me a minute…" She panted, her fingers still tangled in his hair.
He ducked out of her grasp and planted a kiss to each of her knees before swiftly rolling her onto her stomach. She gave a little yip of surprise but adjusted happily.
He massaged her loose hair, splaying it out across the shimmering fabric. He noticed the cushion was now decorated from a continual stream of snow ball-like viburnum flowers.
He massaged the corded muscles up her back as his lips traveled down. With each button of her spine he his lips mouthed a prayer.
"Let me be worthy of your love, Goddess of Spring."
He kissed her shoulder blades, nipping at the slight lift in them.
"Please allow me to devour you, my Dread Queen."
His fingers massaged her ribs, circling down to tease the sensitive skin of her breasts.
"My Queen. I can not wait to rule beside you."
"My Goddess. Your beauty puts Aphrodite to shame, and I will accept her wrath until my end if it means you know my words are true." He nipped her venus dimples and poured the remaining wine down the column of her spine. It pooled at the base of her back, and into the dips.
Hades savored the drink with each roll of his tongue.
His hands explored with gentle carressed of her backside. She arched her hips back into him and he pushed them down, seizing her cheek between his teeth, savoring the wine and salt of her skin.
He gave her a loud spank, eliciting a moan from her now buried face.
Hades eased the sting with an offering of chaste kisses and heated growls.
His erection was becoming too much to ignore. He gripped himself tight through his loose pants, biting back his groan.
'This is about her. Not you.' He lectured his body halfheartedly, giving himself another squeeze before returning his hands to her bottoms with a smooth pet.
She spread her cheeks and saw that she was sticky with her own release. Her curls glistening with her arousal. He leaned in, exploring her, savoring every inch of her his mouth could reach.
He pulled back and gave her another hard slap to one side, and then the other. Her skin darkened, her face buried in a pillow of fallen flowers.
He returned to his expedition, his tongue following the line of her dripping slit up to circle the tight ring of muscle at her back entrance. Persephone felt a shiver shoot up her spine and she moaned, propping her hips up curiously.
Hades continued, his fingers slipping between her thighs to circle her clit before thrusting in, his tongue still focused on her rear.
She tasted of salt, earth and lust. She backed up onto his tongue, thrusting herself onto his fingers.
"More.." She whined, her face and voice obscured in the growing garden surrounding them.
Ivy pushed through the slits between the stone, winding up the towering pillars.
Her pushed another digit with an easy thrust, her body blooming at the stretch. She pushed back hungrily, his tongue probed her in consequence.
"Oooh." She purred, climbing up to her still trembling hands and knees. Hades stroked the roof of her core with an even curl of three fingers, while his tongue circled and pushed past her muscles experimentally.
Her bliss was almost immediate. A rush of lust expelled torrid down his fingers and across his chin and chest. His cock gave a desperate ache. If he moved too much the fabric and elastic would no doubt be enough to push him over the edge.
Persephone collapsed down into a plume of flowers, her chest heaving with eager breath. Hades stripped his now soaked shirt and tossed it over to join her clothes. The only thing separating him from filling her wet, tight heat was a cover of thin loungewear.
Persephone rolled onto her back. Hades watched the bounce of her chest fervently, his hand tugging at the band of his pants absently.
The goddess gave his hip a gentle kick, beckoning him forward.
"Aidoneus…" She moaned, feeling the head of his now free cock rocking against the slick of her clit.
"Kore." He growled, burying his face in her neck and barreling through a trail of flowers to get to her. She still had a purple bruise on her neck from his bathtime claim. He let out a hoarse growl and pulled the tender skin between his teeth.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, breaking past the ring of tension.
"Please… Aidoneus… I need this. I need you." The first roll of his hips was slow and deliberate. Her last words disappeared with an expulsion of breath.
He continued to mark her skin until he felt a faint spell of ichor on his tongue.
"T-Thank you, My King. Thank y-." She was cut off by a hard buck. Hades saw the midnight phasing of his skin start out from his fingertips, and work it's way to his core.
Persephone noticed too and her hands gripped his cheeks with urgency.
"No… No, My King. Stay with me. The Queen and-" She let out a groan as his pace dropped to a slow, hard thrust. "C-can have their fun l-later. I need you now."
"Of course, Kore. I'm here." He pumped with a fluid ease, pushing his arousal as far down as he could. 'Not yet. Not yet' He chanted to himself behind a slight furrowed brow.
He felt her muscles flutter around him. Her eyes phased from cherise to red and back as he witnessed the Euphoria enveloped her.
"Come with me. No-no-N-NOW!"
His body responded before his mind could process what she asked. His vision white as they erupted together. He felt a faint rumble from beneath the temple as if Gaia, herself was blessing them.
Persephone's hands still cupped his face as her thumbs glided across his cheeks affectionately.
"I love you."
"I-I love you too…" He pressed his lips to her forehead.
Hades rolled into his back, taking her with him. She giggled as he settled, still sheathed around him as she sat splayed across his hips.
She took his hands in hers and peppered each knuckle with kisses before leading them down her chest to rest at her belly. "One day I'll give you many children."
Hades felt a ball of lead drop into his stomach.
"Little Goddess?"
"Yes, My King." She said with a subtle roll of her hips. .
"I-I can't… have kids. I'm Ster-." She cut him off with a peck to the lips.
"You are Hades. King and God of the Underworld. My soon to be husband. Do you wish to be a father?"
"M-more than anything."
"I'm a fertility goddess." She cupped her own breasts and let her hands meander down the generous curves of her body. "My body is begging for you. If you want children, my love… You shall have them."