A/N: Thank you for reading babes! I'm sorry the last chapter didn't have any smut in it. I felt it was more appropriate to keep those plot points and smut separate. 3
Also. Trigger warning: This chapter contains violent, angry (but consensual) sexy times.
"You didn't…" The unseen one materialized before her within a few seconds. His azure skin was a blackened, star strewn milky way. His piercing eyes no longer scarlet but a glistening opal set in obsidian sclera.
Persephone hadn't expected this. Could he feel what she had done?
Hades took an offensive, predatory step towards her, his gaze falling on the open fruit. She scrambled back as his words came out a booming echo of baritone.
"τι έχεις κάνει φέρειν φόνον?" (What have you done, one who brings death?)
The pink Goddess felt all air escape her lungs. She had seen her lovers fury but it had never been directed at her. She felt the Queen thrashing against her chest, begging to come out. She fought against her, although she wasn't sure why.
As he continued his stalk, he tread over the pomegranate, the seeds bursting beneath his shoe, a contrast to the cracking of the elaborate glass beads of her purse. Persephone caught a sob before it escaped her throat.
A surface fear pulsed through her but she felt her body reacting to her lover's power.
"How could you do something so-" He picked her up easily, like she was nothing more than a rag doll. He slammed her back into the nearest marble pillar, his teeth catching her throat with a pointed clip. They both felt the stone groan upon impact, her ivy tendrils only able to withstand so much.
She felt her vision fade out, and return with sparks of scarlet as the Queen started to push through the mental barricade Eros and her had built. Her hair had broken free from it's hold and was tangling around them, the vines drawing ichor from every inch of exposed skin.
"Do you know what this means, little one?" He asked hoarsely as his lips ghosted over hers.
Her fingers traced the shifting constellations across his neck and exposed collar. The heat emitting off his body was incredible. She felt as if she was standing in the presence of Helios himself.
She shook her head meekly, never breaking eye contact.
"You -belong- to me, now." His purr was cold and calculated. He captured her lips in a quick, crushing kiss, pulling her lower lip with a seize of his teeth as they broke for air.
"Do you feel it, little Goddess?" His breath beat against her ear, his large hand encircling her throat. The fear was dissipating, overcome by a wave of arousal unlike anything she'd experienced before. He gave her throat a hearty squeeze, stopping the moan from passing through her lips before he took a harsh step back and allowed her to fall to the cold stone.
She caught herself with a soft plume of flowers that rapidly pushed through the cracks in the mineral floor.
"I've always belonged to you, Aidoneus."
"Not like this." His comment, sultry. With a small wave of his hand her wrists and ankles were shackled to a gilded golden collar around her neck. That chain was long enough for her to move freely, but with a quick snap of his fingers the metal restraint tightened and her wrists hugged her chest, and her ankles left her perched in an obedient kneel.
"Is this what you wanted?" He scolded, watching as she tugged on the bonds and fell back into the bed of flowers beneath her.
"If this is what it takes for me to return to the Underworld, and be with you, yes." She shot back, rising again to her knees.
He stared at her in disbelief. With another snap of his fingers the binds disappeared. She could still feel the cool metal against her skin, but they were no longer visible.
She got to her feet without issue, feeling a swell of emotions, none of which were regret.
"You are so reckless." He tore his eyes away from her, tossing his words out over his shoulder. His rage was too high. He wanted to lash out but he needed to pull it back.
"I am." She whispered in a neutral tone, taking a step towards him.
"What you did was so incredibly selfish." She knelt down before him, her chest rising and falling with each succession of breath.
"I know."
"I ought to-" He gripped her hair and gave it a sharp tug. Her vision sparked and her lips split into a playfully defiant grin.
"Then do it, my King." Her request came out as a sensual coo. Hades felt the wall encasing his rage whine with temptation.
He let out a thunderous growl, and pulled her to her feet with the fistful of hair. With one hand, he twisted the strands in a tight knot, extending his other arm and procuring a jagged spike of jade. He brought the makeshift blade up and sliced through her hair, watching as the flood of tangled tresses surrounding them burst into a sea of pink petals.
He tossed the stalactite to the ground and they both witnessed it shatter into a hundred tiny fragments, all of which disintegrated into a fine shimmering powder.
He caught her off guard the next moment by seizing the back of her nightgown and ripping it clean it half. He let it fall, pooling around her bare feet.
She was completely nude. Open and vulnerable before him.
-SNAP-
She was on her knees.
-SNAP-
Her chest was flush with the chilled slate floor, her bare rear up on and on full display.
He unsheathed his belt and snapped the thick leather against his palm.
"One." He counted. The leather struck her creamy magenta skin, leaving a burgundy welt in its wake.
"Two." His voice was void of emotion. Persephone braced herself and buried her face in her shoulder to keep from crying out.
"Three." His tone wavered at the sight of ichor welling up from her newly tarnished skin.
"I don't regret it." She choked out a moan as the belt braced her other side.
Hades didn't respond with words. Instead he gripped the collar of his button up and ripped it open, feeling the familiar sensation of deja vu as buttons ricochet off the walls of the ancient temple. He tossed the shredded garment to the ground, allowing his pants to fall to his ankles before kicking them and his shoes off to join them.
He got down to his own knees behind her, pulling her bruising cheeks apart to witness the soaked thatch of curls. It had only been a few days and he couldn't believe how much he missed this.
She pushed back against his hands impatiently and another quake of rage bounding against the wall. He pushed her face into the cold stone and aligned himself with her begging entrance.
He thrust in, giving her no time to adjust before pulling back out and plunging in again, continuing at a relentless pace. The sharp of his hips rocked against her tender rear, knocking her knees out from under her.
The pressure from the brisk slate against her torso was enough to propel her release forward. She trembled, and reached back desperately to grab onto the hands securing her hips.
"Aidoneus.. I'm g-gonna c-" He swatted her hand away and pulled out abruptly leaving her aimless and empty.
"Not yet."
He gripped her by her still growing hair and pulled her up to her knees, spinning her to face him. He climbed to his feet, giving her no time to reorient before he forced his dripping cock past her swollen and stuttering lips. She quickly swallowed around him, opening her throat and allowing for the head of his cock to administer the same ruthless pace.
"Open." He demanded, cooly. His fingers pinched her nose, causing her to gasp for breath and open her throat further to his length. She choked and swallowed around him, catching her breath between every hard thrust.
He held her head and buried her nose into the thatch of white curls at the base of his member. He could feel the drool wetting her chin, bounding with every slap of his tightening sac.
She gagged and broke free with a melody of laughter. Her tear stained eyes shimmering like polished rubies.
"Surely, my King… You can punish me better than this."
The dam withholding his seething rage cracked and a stream of ire poured through.
His fingers shot into her mouth, gripping the bottom of her jaw fiercely before pushing her forward and slamming her back into the hard stone. She could already feel the bruises her attitude would leave her with.
He circled her like a predator stalking its prey.
He was kneeling again, pinching and biting the tender flesh of her hips and rear. He spread her open and gave her dripping slit a numbing slap before tempting her budding clit with a tease of his tongue. He pulled back to circle that tight ring of muscle with his tongue before spitting and lining his cock with her rear entrance.
He pushed in, feeling her tight skin split open. He waited until he felt her rock back against him and he slammed in full hilt.
He was vaguely aware of the towering arch of vines overhead, creeping slowly and threateningly.
He gripped the invisible chain locked to her collar and looped it around her neck, beckoning her up from the floor before pulling out and flipping her hard onto her back.
Persephone felt lost in a thick fog of arousal. Her body was begging to be filled, and somehow he felt so far away.
-SNAP-
Her restraints tighten. Without warning he filled her with an even thrust.
"You need to think before you act." He snarled, his fingers clutching her jaw with the same ferocity as each tempered roll of his hips.
-SLAP-
Her cheek stung from the force of his palm.
-SPIT-
-SLAP-
"You are destructive."
-SLAP-
"Selfish."
-SLAP-
Both of his hands circled her thin neck, and he applied pressure with each harsh trust and carefully chosen snear.
"Silly. Little. Village. Girl."
She pawed at his hands, letting out a bark of laughter as he released his pressure. Her eyes were as red as the mortal blood she had shed. The vines from her hair were curling up his arms, puncturing and ripping at his still phased skin.
"Is that all you've got, Aidoneus?" She panted, her feet pulling his hips further into her. "Why don't you fuck me like the monster everyone says you are?"
The tiny crack in the barrier splintered and he felt a wave of fury overcome him.
"Don't ask for things you can't handle. Goddess."
-SPIT-
His spit hit her tongue before he looped the chain around her lips and silenced her with it, pulling tight so she was effectively gagged.
He extended his arm out and summoned a thick spike of quartz. Without ceasing his unrelenting claim to her rear, he used a circlet of diamond to sand the spike smooth with a single stroke.
Her hair bloomed with a glittering crown of pomelias as she was filled to the brim with the cold, girthy stone.
One hand held the chain, pressuring her throat, while the other pumped into her, in unison with his own member.
He ignored the staining of ichor as her thorns wrapped around his torso, ripping open his already existing scars. She was thrashing against her bonds, rolling her hips and arching her back with every fluid stroke.
The chain clinked as she screamed, indicating her building climax. Hades stilled his ministrations, watching as the arousal ebbed back into her core, her rage on par with his.
He used her ivy against her, looping it around her squirming torso and suspending her from the still crumbling ceiling of his temple.
He slammed her back into the same column, watching with delight as it fell and collided with the next one, and the one after.
The whole structure was going to collapse on them if they didn't leave soon.
He didn't cease. She moaned against her bonds, pulling him further in with every choke, every slap, every sharp bite.
Hades buried his face in her sweat soaked shoulder, sinking his teeth into her flushed magenta skin.
Every slam against the stone, violent.
Every thrust into her fatigued and begging body, fueled by anger.
Every sweep of his fingers and gentle caress between strikes told her that this passion was by no means an abuse to her. She knew she could stop all of this at any moment, and not for a second did she want to.
The earth quaked beneath them. Only the ivy and few remaining columns held the temple intact. Colossal spikes of obsidian splintered up like glass shards from the earth, encasing them in a protective shield from the now chilled evening air.
He felt her muscles pulse around his cock, urging them to release together. Her body milking every last drop of his climax.
-SNAP-
Her restraints vanished. Her wrists raw from the metallic friction. Her ivy disappeared in a plume of smoke and Hades caught her and laid her worn body down on the bed of freshly sprouted Stachys Olympica, the softest leaves she'd ever felt.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, inhaling the sweet scent of an early morning storm.
She nestled into him. He smelt of an evening fire, ash and sulfur.
They lay in the ruins, the warm evening rain soothing their scorched skin.
"I don't want you to be a prisoner to me."
"This is not prison." She whispered sleepily, into his chest. Her mind vaguely wandered back to the sinister and inescapable greenhouse.
"Can we go home?"
"Yes, sweetness."
Hades lowered Persephone into the steaming water of the tub before climbing in behind her. Her healing powers had already started in on her wounds, and now they both needed cleaning and rest.
Carefully he cleansed her skin of all ash, dirt, ichor and release. His lips followed not far behind, pressing a token of affection to each scrape and bruise he had left behind.
"You are splendid."
"Worthwhile."
"Beautiful."
"You did some wonderful. I am so proud of you, little goddess."
Persephone spun around in the water, seating herself across his lap.
"Do you think I'm selfish?" Her eyes were pouty and pleading.
"No." He caressed her cheek with his thumb, smoothing over a wet tangle of hair. "But next time you decide to curse yourself for all of eternity, please come talk to me first." She stopped worrying her lip with her teeth when he let out a throaty chuckle.
"I love you. I'm sorry for… egging you on."
"You're lucky I've learned some control over these last thousand years… My Queen is quite persuasive."
"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" She asked, her fingers tracing over the newly opened scars absently.
"I need you safe. Here, with me." His eyes fluttered closed as she pressed her palm to his chest, willing her nearly depleted power to heal him.
"Promise." She murmured.
He opened his eyes to find her snoozing silently against his newly stitched skin.
Hades tucked her into bed, leaving a glass of water and a bowl of fruit behind in case she needed it. He watched as Pomelia and Cordon Bleu hopped up and curled against her stomach.
"Love you, Kore." He whispered to her forehead in a chaste kiss.
Hades leaned against the kitchen counter, a drink in hand.
He stared at the black screen of his phone. He needed to talk to Zeus. He had to make sure his brother was on his side, despite Demeters leverage when she came for her daughter.
"Fuck."
He tapped the screen and the first thing he saw was a strange email labeled: 'Wild Flower'
His ichor ran cold. Staring up at him from the faint glow of his screen was the frightened and uncomfortable face of Persephone. He scrolled through the series of pictures, each more graphic than the next. He assumed Apollo must have taken these during the assault.
He clicked on the recipients and saw that anyone in Olympus who had an email was on this chain, Demeter included.
He picked up the device with a shaking hand.
"That little sun bastard is dead." Hades spat as the plastic was crushed under his violently tight grip.