A/N: You guys are wonderful~ Thank you for your support. 3
"Shit." Hades sprinted through the main lobby of tower one, weaving between Underworld corp employees. Thanks to a stubborn little goddess who refused to let him get out of bed, he was running very late for an important meeting with Hecate.
He gave a distracted wave to Ptelea, before glancing at his watch and swinging the door to his office open. He had only a split second to prepare himself before he accidently fell forward into the shimmering aether.
The God of the Underworld landed hard on a throne carved from obsidian and diamond. It was the center in a row of three.
The throne to his left appeared to be made from a porous opal that nearly resembled a cloud. The trim was compiled from cuts of rich amethyst, the color akin to the God seated upon it, Zeus.
To his right was a colossal, spiraling lace murex shell made out of solid gold. This seated his other brother, Poseidon.
All three were wrapped in mortal realm robes. Their hair long, and styled to accommodate crown circlets.
Hades scrambled, searching desperately for his briefcase, phone, suit, anything. They were nowhere to be found.
He let out an exasperated sigh and took in their surroundings. They were at the apex of a shallow stadium Hades had never seen before. The stands, which usually held seats for those watching an equally bloody trial, or olympic sport were instead laid out with circular stages that displayed every type of dancer and strip show you could imagine.
Both brothers unceremoniously shoved a goblet of different fruit wines, in each of the azure gods hands, while he choked out a frenzied, "W-what is happening?"
"Bachelor party! Duh!" The emerald God shouted, shoving the incredibly full cup of purple wine to his protesting lips.
"We haven't even set a date for the wedding yet." Hades choked out between gulps. The wine leaked down his chin, staining the front of his black and grey robes.
"We have to get one last night in before Demeter kills you." Zeus threw out nonchalantly.
"Demeter is back?" Hades swung around, half expecting to see the Barley Mother burst in at the mention of her name.
"Drink! The show is about to start!" Zeus hoisted the honey colored wine up, holding it against the brim of his brother's mouth until every last drop was either down his throat, or down his front.
"W-what show?" Both men ignored him, and turned to the stadium.
"Brother! My dear Aidoneus! To celebrate your last day as a free man we bring you the last three women you've been with this century for a tribute battle!"
"B-battle?" Hades lent over the ledge, overlooking the arena. One figure came in from the left. Hera was wearing a glittering, sheer black silk robe. Her golden skin glinted beautifully underneath.
"In this corner we have Hera!" Zeus seemed oddly excited for someone who was about to watch his wife participate in any sort of battle.
Another figure appeared from the right, striding quickly towards the center to where Hera stood. Her curvy petite frame was hugged by a chiffon white robe. Her magenta skin, just visible enough through the thin fabric. Hades pushed the arousal out of his mind. Persephone's hair spilled out behind her in an impossibly long braid. Each knot was decorated with a bloom of white roses.
"And in this corner, Persephone!"
Both women turned towards the three brothers. Zeus got to his feet, a small red box in his grip. The violet God raised it above his head and motioned to toss it down to the two Goddesses. Upon further inspection Hades saw that it was a square pot adorned with a smooth crimson ribbon. Inside was a tiny, pert mint plant.
"Is that… Minthe?" Hades watched as Hera caught the pot and shimmied it into the plush ground of the arena.
"Where are we?" He asked nobody in particular. He focused in on the ground and saw that Hera and Persephone were doing the same. The Pink Goddess gave a little jump, the ground rolling against the movement, causing the swell of her breast to bounce in time.
Hera giggled and followed suit.
"Ready ladies?" Poseidon asked, tossing down two frosted bottles with silver spouted tips. The Goddesses caught them, and shrugged off their robes. The fabric pooled around their bare feet, leaving them both completely nude and exposed to prying eyes.
Hades fell back into his seat, the ichor rushing from one head to the other.
His eyes followed up the shapely form of his soon to be bride. The magenta of her skin was a shock against the white stone and cream plush of the arena floor. Her ample hips swayed with a comfortable ease, rocking her rounding breasts sensually. Hades shifted the robe over his lap to cover his growing erection. The Goddess of Spring was young, untouched by war and centuries of spite. The image of love, purity and fertility.
Hera stood proudly. Her creamy aureate skin was without flaw, save for the amber colored 'x' that scarred her abdomen. Immortality had granted her eternal youth, and a body unchanged by childbirth. She looked just as beautiful today as she did a thousand years ago. Hades tore his eyes away from the perk of her small breasts and to the motionless mint plant off to the side.
It appeared that Minthe wouldn't be participating in… whatever this was. Hades felt himself relieved at that. After his short time with Persephone he now couldn't wrap his mind around why he had stayed with and tolerated the nymph for so long.
Hades glanced back at the women just in time to watch a splash of oil cascade down the front of the pink goddess. Hera cast the bottle aside and smoothed the oil over the curve of Persephone's breasts, her hands following the line of her stomach and to the thatch of magenta curls between her thighs.
The Unseen One choked on his breath, and shot a look at Zeus. The God of thunder was eyeing them with a mesmerized greed.
Hades slapped a hand over his brother's eyes, using his body to block as much as he could from Poseidon as well.
Zeus tore the hand away and hollered as Persephone drizzled oil across the swell of Hera's bosom. The two Goddesses pressed their oil slick bodies together and slid against one another in a melody of giggles.
'How can something be a sublime fantasy and absolute hell at the same time?' He thought, shoving the god of thunder out of his throne as cerise colored lips met gold.
Hades sat up abruptly, knocking a slumbering Persephone off his chest and to the side.
"Aidoneus..?" She mewled in alert, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand.
"Kore!" He turned, grasping her shoulders on each side. "It was a dream…" He sighed, relaxing his grip on her.
"Did you have another nightmare?" She shook the sleep from her eyes and smiled up at him serenely. He felt his heart melt, thankful that the dark of the room hid his sweltering flush
"Not… exactly. Zeus threw me a bachelor party and it was…" He waved the rest of the sentences away with a quick swipe of his hand.
"Ooo… what kind of debauchery did you guys get up to?" She asked, wiggling her way onto his lap and easing him back into the slope of pillows.
He cleared his throat, fingers lining the crease between her hip and thigh. She gave a little purr and shifted against him with a ticklish shudder.
"The only debauchery I want to get up to is with you…"
Megaera opened the door to the archives, feeling the heavy weight of it smack her hip on the way in. She and her sisters had been put on probation by Hecate after they left work, clocked in, for one of Alecto's non-work related missions.
The lilac skinned Erinyes set her belongings on the floor, in front of the first shelf and set to work. She searched through the sealed rolls of parchment, carefully checking each one before adding it to her log and moving onto the next.
The door to the library opened and the torch lit room was flooded with light from the hall.
She gave a silent wave to Persephone as the Goddess passed. She was struggling mildly, her head barely visible behind a mountain of tomes.
It was only a few moments before light spilled in from the outside as the door was pulled open again.
Hades marched in, looking determined. Meg flushed and ducked bashfully behind her current set of scrolls. If the King had noticed her there he made no mention of it. Instead he shot his hand back, barring the door from outside entry.
She peaked just beyond the edge of the shelf, watching as Persephone released the papyrus and turned to their boss, a pleasant smile on her lips.
"Hello, Mr. Hades. Sir."
Meg heard a growl emit from the King's throat as he stalked toward the Goddess with the tread of a predator. Her back hit the shelves, jostling the ancient scrolls.
The fury froze, that sound coming from her unrequited crush caused her ichor to quicken.
"Ms. Kore." The words rolled off his tongue with a smooth ease. He snapped his fingers and the pink Goddess dropped to her knees.
She hitched her breath in a silent gasp and inched to the end of the row for a better view. She watched with wide eyes as Hades long fingers encircled her friend's thin throat. Persephone smiled as if this was the most ordinary interaction in the world. Meg furrowed her brow, wondering if this meant the rumors were true.
She hadn't been able to bring herself to speak to the Goddess since she had overheard the talk about them. She wanted to hold onto the hope that one day Hades would be hers, at least a little while longer.
A broad azure hand caressed the smooth flush of Persephone's cheek, thumb stroking the swell of her lower lip. The pink Goddess opened her mouth and teased the King's digit with an eager lick and suck.
'T-this is private. I should leave.' Meg thought through a stab of confusion and jealousy. She turned back to the scrolls and attempted to get her thoughts in order. Her face and chest a deep violet blush.
"What do you say, sweetness?" She was pulled back in by the sensual hiss of Hades, his fingers resting and ready on his belt.
"Please. Sir." Persephone purred, pawing at the front of his line-ironed slacks. The God gave another snap and her hands shot behind her back, held tight by an invisible restraint.
Meg recognized the sound of metal on metal but she didn't have time to tear her eyes away before she witnessed Hades releasing his substantial length from the fabric confines.
Her heart stopped and she felt her feet root into the floor.
He gave her cheek a little smack and she answered with a feather light kiss to the glistening head of his proud member.
The purple fury pushed the pressure she felt rising in her core, aside and focused on the couple.
'You shouldn't be here…' Her subconscious warned her.
'I'm trying to work.' She snapped back.
'This is private and you should respect them.'
'It's not my fault they decided to do this in a public place.'
'This is not right.'
'Persephone knows I'm here…'
'Oh. Gods. Does Persephone know I'm here?' Either way the answer was not favorable.
The Goddess gave his head a swirling lap before allowing the rock of his hips to push it past her lips, filling her mouth completely.
"Fuck. Baby…" He hissed and gripped the back of her hair with only mild restraint.
Meg felt a wave of arousal crash over her that won out over the pang of jealousy. Hades had thrown his pressed jacket to the floor and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the hard ripple of his abdomen. Persephone let out a quiet gag, her nose buried in the downy of white at the base of his cock.
Hades ripped her head back with the hold on her hair, her mouth releasing him with a wet pop. The Goddess struggled to catch her breath, panting before he plunged into her throat once more with a myriad of harsh thrusts.
Meg released the scrolls with trembling hands. Her fingers pulsed into fists with each wave of heat shooting out from her core. The sweater she chose for her easy work day was suddenly too hot, and too heavy for her now overly sensitive scaly skin.
She pulled at the sleeves irritably before tugging it over her head. She sucked in a breath as her bare arms were cooled with the underworld air. The tank top she wore underneath was enough to keep her decent.
Another saliva soaked pop got her attention and she watched her friend heaved in a strangled breath. Hades let out a low chuckle, giving her flushed cheeks another small smack each with his dripping length.
"You look so beautiful when you're choking on my cock, Goddess." Meg's vision was obscured by a rush of light and she realized her nose was bleeding. She hurriedly stopped the flow with her discarded sweater, turning back to the sound of more movement.
Hades turned to the stone counter next to them, and shoved the heavy tomes and scrolls to the floor. The spines of each book winced and cracked upon impact.
He picked up the petite goddess at the taper of her waist and bent her over the cold marble. She hurriedly pushed her panties down her supple thighs, handing them off to the King. Hades brought them to his lips, inhaling her dew before pressing a kiss to the lace and pocketing them.
"We haven't addressed your debts for weeks, Goddess." He flipped her dress up, exposing her plump backside. He kneaded the flesh harshly, garnering a shutter from the Goddess.
'Debts?' Meg wondered. The angle they were at now gave her an unabridged view of the lovers. She saw the glisten between the Goddess' thighs as Hades pried her cheeks apart.
"Count for me, sweetness." He gave her generous rear a firm spank and Persephone answered with a trembling moan. "One."
-SLAP-
"Two." She wiggled back, feeling the underside of his cock slide against her ass.
"Eager, aren't we?" He chuckled, bobbing his cock against the lust soaked curls.
-SLAP-
She gave a weak whine and pushed back again, her face buried in her now unbound, huddled arms.
"Goddess… You're not counting." He reprimanded her with a series of harsh spanks, the sound echoing off the modernized, but still ancient walls.
"Aidoneus… please…"
Meg heard another growl emit from the King, drown out quickly by a shuttering moan from Persephone. Meg dropped the sweater and pawed at her own flushed chest.
The snakes that donned her scalp were held in a tight bun. They become restless with the increase in her body temperature. She pulled off their hold and allowed her hair to flow freely. The reptiles gave grateful boops to her cheeks before wandering off to explore the shelves around her.
The King dropped to a kneel, his face disappearing between the ample, magenta cheeks. Meg watched his teeth graze her skin, tongue tending to the welted handprints.
Her legs gave a violent quake and Meg too found herself on her knees, still tucked behind the shelf.
"Sugar sn-Ahhhhhhh!" Persephone cursed as the King's tongue ran the length of her slit, pushing past the swell in search of her clit.
He knocked her legs wide, giving her another sharp spank.
Meg felt a pulsing between her thighs, her skin tingled with each movement.
She tugged at the fabric across her chest, the sensation stimulated her nipples. She donned the sweater in lieu of wearing a bra, and her body couldn't be more appreciative.
She pinched her buds through the fabric, pulsing her thighs in time with the Kings show of deliberate licks.
'Weren't you just leaving?' Her own voice rang out in her head, grounding her.
'You should get going before they-' Her inner monologue rolled to a stop as the king rose to his feet, tugging at his weeping cock.
"I couldn't wait." He hissed, rocking against her dripping slit. "I've been thinking about this all day, My Queen."
'Q-Queen?' Thought Meg desperately, releasing her own grip on her breasts. 'Oh no… no no no… that means…'
'Better her than Minthe.' Her mind retorted.
'I would make a better Queen.' She snapped back, internally.
'Would you?' The voice asked, dripping with mirth.
'Out of everyone… might as well be Persephone. They're perfect.' Spoke another voice, a calm vibration from behind her heart.
She waded through the waves of arousal and jealousy crashing over her like a crisp tide.
"Please, my King. Take me. Whenever you desire…"
"As you wish." They both cried out in unison as his hearty girth pushed past her tight entrance. Hades gripped the soon-to-be Queen's hair with one hand, cupping her throat with the other, holding her still as he pounded into her relentlessly.
Meg felt a rumble under her feet, and witnessed the torches lining the end of every shelf snuff out one at a time with a chaotic bloom of spring flowers.
'Oh no. Oh no no no…' Meg scrambled as quietly as she could to gather up her supplies. The fog of lust and envy was thick but the fear brought on by the ominous quake in the foundation was enough to propel her out of the archives.
She opened the door and slipped through, attempting to block the outpour of light into the now almost pitch black room.
-CRASH-
Without looking ahead she barreled straight into an athletic crimson figure who sent her tumbling to the ground.
"I'm sorry!" She shouted, looking up in surprise. He stopped, taking in the disheveled and distressed fury.
"D-don't go in there!" She panted, gathering the scrolls she'd dropped before they could roll too far.
Hermes knelt down and helped her stack the records before holding out his hand and pulling her to her feet. "So...they're in there again, aren't they?"
A partially torn copy of The Daily Oracle was laid out on Hades desk as he paced the length of his office. The front cover was centered around a censored photo of Persephone taken from the email sent out by Apollo.
Inside the trashy tabloid was an article picking apart the Goddess of Spring. The journalists in obvious favor of Apollo, and him getting away from the 'pink god hopping harlot.'
He noticed in the back of the magazine there was a brief article about the Sun God's mysterious disappearance but no mention of his crimes, whereabouts, or the pursuit from Demeter.
Hades pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the heat from the cigar perched between his teeth against his palm. Obviously Zeus dropped the ball when it came to media damage control. It was within his court now.
The God stopped and pulled out his phone, only hesitating for a moment before dialing one of the furies. The snappy voice of Alecto answered, "Hey Boss! What's up?"
"I have a job for you ladies." His tone was 'back to business' brusque.
Hades stormed into the warehouse, Hecate on toe. The three furies were already there, waiting for them.
"Alecto! Are they ready?"
"They are patiently waiting for you, Boss!" The golden scaled fury snarked affirmatively. Hades gave a smile and curt nod to each of them, his eyes lingering curiously on Megaera for a moment.
Meg sunk behind her sisters, feeling her entire body flush as the King of the Underworld stripped off his suit jacket and draped it over one of the exposed pipes lining the industrial walls.
"Mind if I?" He pulled a cigar out of his breast pocket and held it up in question.
"Do you have enough for the whole class?" Asked Hecate with a smirk, pocketing her phone.
He gestured towards his jacket pocket and Hecate and Tisiphone rumanged until all three were ready for a light.
Meg studied the ripple of muscle in his forearms as he meticulously rolled up his sleeves. The same cords were flexed when he held the pink goddess by her throat and-
She shook the thought from her mind and tugged at the cumbersome sleeves of her sweater.
"Megaera, are you okay?" She looked up and was met with concerned scarlet eyes. Her heart fluttered for a moment and was immediately replaced by a stab of jealousy and anger. She stumbled back a step and was nearly shrouded in the shadowed corner of the desolate building.
Tisi looked over her shoulder, eyeing her lilac scaled sister with mild concern. Normally when it came to the God of the Underworld, Tisiphone was the one to talk Meg down from her delusions. This withdrawn behavior was suspicious.
"Yes. Sir." She witnessed a micro shift in his demeanor. His shoulders squared, jaw locked. She pushed down the bubbling in her gut.
He gave her a nod and turned away, "Thank you ladies. This is perfect. You may go."
"C-Can we stay?" Meg bit nervously. Alectos face split into a mischievous grin. "Yea, Boss. Can we?"
"Hecate, what do you think?" He turned to his right hand woman. Her cerulean blue skin was lit from the glow of her phone screen. She puffed out an exhale of smoke and eyed them all intensely.
"As long as they don't interfere that should be fine." She pocketed the phone again and crossed her arms sagely.
"Then it's settled." He said delightfully, striding across the warehouse and into the adjoined room where their guests awaited.
Under a swinging and flickering lamp, tied to their chairs with thick black cord were three frightened men.
"Welcome boys! Do any of you know why you're here?" He circled their chairs, stopping before the man in the center, with midnight blue skin and a shock of lime colored hair. He kicked the seat of the chair, careful to miss anything between the journalists shaking thighs.
"N-no." The man forced out with a tremble. Hades chuckled and pulled the rolled up tabloid out of his back pocket and flashed it to the men.
"Did you write this?" He pointed to the picture of Persephone and promptly rolled it back up and smacked the man on the nose with it.
"W-why does the unseen one care about some flower whore?" The second man had coral skin and electric blue eyes. He commented with what looked like a great accomplishment in courage.
Hades stalked to his left, leaning the bound man's chair back with his foot before slamming it down and pressing his shoe threatening against the front of his trousers. "That 'flower whore'-" Hades hissed, nearly nose to nose with the journalist. "-IS FUCKING MY QUEEN, YOU PATHETIC SACK OF SHIT!"
Alecto gave a sideways glance to her black scaled sister before both their eyes landed nervously on Meg. The lilac erinyes flinched at the raise of Hades voice but gave no indication that this was news.
Hades whipped the other man across the face with the magazine before he tossed it behind him and rounded on the third. "You're here because you accosted my wife while she was out with Queen Hera. All the scumbags were coming and I thought I'd invite you." He gave the trembling photographer a little smirk before he kicked the chair back and watched as he choked while the wind was knocked from him.
He turned back to the original man and gripped his jaw harshly. "She is the daughter of Demeter. You know, one of the six traitors? If we can overthrow the titans what do you think we can do to you?" The man gave a whimper, glancing down. Hades followed his eyes and noticed the front of the man's pants were soaked in his own urine. He kicked the chair and it skidded against the concrete floor with a puncturing screech.
"You didn't listen to Zeus, so now you're mine. And uh- maybe when I'm done with you, if you're still alive-" He paused with a chuckle, as his fingers combed through his disheveled white hair.
Everyone in the room, aside from Hecate, watched with wide eyes as his skin phased from it's typical azure to the ominous black that nearly matched the man he addressed. "-I'll pass you off to Demeter. I'm sure she'd love to meet the men who wrote this FILTH about her daughter. Or better yet… Maybe I should call in the bringer of death to enact her own justice."
He circled the chairs again, kicking absently at the man still nearly hyperventilating on the floor.
"Did you know that she was being raped by Apollo in those photos." The coral skinned man gave a dry sob and choked out a; "N-no… I'm s-sorry."' under his breath. Hades seized him by the hair and ripped his head back to meet him with an upturned gaze.
"There was a whole fucking trial. Where the hell were you?"
He was met with a melody of uncomfortable sobs and hushed prayers from the first journalist.
Hades sighed and released his grip on the man's hair. "You know your friend, Alex? The one who lost his eye…" The heat from his breath beat against the sharp shell of the coral man's ear. He answered with a silent cry and nod.
"What do you think I should take from you? What is befitting for this crime?" He looked up and eyed the furies. "Hands or tongue, ladies?"
Meg pushed down her impure thoughts and stammered her reply that was conveniently drown out by the roars of "BOTH!" from her sisters.
"Hecate?" The witch uncrossed her arms and rested them pointedly on her slender hips. Her thin lips quirked malevolently. "Why not both?"
Hades cracked his knuckles and procured a razor thin, and equally sharp diamond spike from his palm. "Both it is!"
-KNOCK KNOCK-
Hades pulled open the front door, raking the shower damp hair from his eyes.
His greeting caught as his parched throat released a high octave whine that he was sure alerted the dogs of their guest.
There stood Demeter. She wore the same sundress, only now the fabric had nearly been scorched away. Newly mending emerald skin peaked through the sun damage.
Her hair was a loose and wild maternal mane. He cleared his throat and pulled the door open wider. The barley mother gave a tug, the full lips that her daughter had inherited were pulled up in a deviant smirk.
Clasped in the pinch of her thumb and forefinger was the ear of a kneeling, insanely disheveled, and ichor stained Apollo.
"Your turn."