A/N: Trigger warning for the first part of this chapter. It deals with Persephone confronting Apollo again. Because the boy just won't learn. :p
"Demeter! Uh… Come in." Hades swung the door completely open and stepped aside. The emerald skinned Goddess maintained her grip on Apollo and dragged the injured God into the main entryway.
"Is my Kore here?" She asked, looking around.
Instead she was greeted with a barrage of excited animals. They scurried into the foray but skid to a halt on their clacking paws as soon as they saw the bleeding and battered sun God. Each of the pups growled and whined defensively, ready to strike.
Cordon Bleu broke away from the pack and pulled aggressively on the shred of fabric hanging off Apollo's skinned knee.
"Cerberus… take everyone out to the garden." Hades whispered, giving Demeter a mildly apologetic smile.
"I think I hear her now." The soft padding of bare feet on stairs met his ears and he felt the color drain from his face.
'Please go back upstairs and make sure you are dressed for company.' He thought, snapping his fingers behind his back. The footsteps retreated up the stairs for a moment and returned shortly with a hurried bustle.
"Momma!" Persephone started towards her mother but followed the same suit as the animals, halting upon seeing the broken God.
Hades was glad to see that she had taken a moment to throw on a snug white dress that hung carefree off her shoulders. He vaguely wondered what she had been wearing before but decided to shake the thought from his mind. Not while Demeter was here.
"Phoebus Apollo…" She narrowed her darkening eyes, taking in his mangled appearance.
Hades saw the flash of fury ebb away from her vision as she replaced her scowl with a serene smile.
"Would you like a drink?"
The Goddess of spring welcomed them in, motioned for her mother to deposit her captive at the dining room table. The same one he had blocked her with at his last attack.
"No." He spit, falling back into the chair. His hands and ankles bound with a thick golden ivy similar to the kind the captors' daughter procured.
"That's rude. You're a guest in my home." Her warm tone faulted slightly, but only for a moment.
Hades and Demeter both quirked their brows at each other before rounding on the tiny Goddess. Her demeanor was much too calm for someone facing their abuser after he had struck again. Persephone felt their side eye and chose to ignore it.
"I'll make you some tea, Momma." She set to work at the sink, filling the kettle and setting it on the stove. "What about you, my love?" She smiled warmly at Hades, who cleared his throat with a weak cough and asked for tea as well.
"I think our guest deserves something a little stronger." Persephone smiled up at Apollo, her eyes flashing scarlet. She poured a shimmering red and burgundy liquid into a tall glass over ice and garnished it with greenery.
"Please release his bonds so he can relax." She set the glass on the table before him.
"Kore…" Demeter cautioned sternly.
"Ma, he's not going to do anything with the three of us here. He's not -that- stupid." Demeter sighed and with a wave of her hand the bonds that encircled his bruised wrists vanished.
Persephone poured herself a glass of the same drink, and brought over two steaming mugs of still steeping tea to the God and Goddess.
"Drink up." Persephone motioned towards the beautifully made up drink Apollo was eyeing. "This one is called a Mini Heart. Hebe taught me how to make it. What really makes it special are the pomegranate seeds and mint from my garden."
Hades choked, refraining from doing a spit take at the mention of the garnish-mint.
"Sorry… Hot." He covered up his surprise and sipped lightly from the chipped 'Best ruffin' Dog Dad' mug.
"Don't worry. There is nothing wrong with it." She held up her own glass with equal adornments and took a long drink. Hades brow's shot up into his hairline but he remained silent, nursing his tea. Demeter glanced from her daughter to Hades, and back to Apollo in obvious confusion.
Hades felt a primal stir in his core as he watched a mint leaf press against her swollen pink lips.
'This shouldn't be hot…' He thought to himself, making a mental note to bring up this conflicting arousal to his therapist at their next session.
Apollo lifted the drink suspiciously and took a small sip. He smacked his lips in surprise at how refreshing the alcohol was, especially after his days in containment without anything to eat or drink. His body gave an ache in protest, but his taste buds buzzed.
"How does it taste? My favourite part is the mint. You know what's special about it?" Apollo gave a shrug as he downed the rest of the drink, seeds and mint leaf included and slammed it back on the polished table.
"This used to be Minthe." Persephone set down her own glass and turned to her abuser, her eyes glinting maliciously.
Apollo dry heaved and stared at her with wide, wild eyes. He got to his feet and started towards her threateningly.
Persephone took a deep breath and with a wave of her hand the back window smashed open and the violet God was seized by the sinewy tendrils of the weeping willow that was the centerpiece in her newly finished garden.
"Zeus can't help you, Apollo. You're in my kingdom now." The Goddess carefully stepped through the labyrinth of broken glass and into the soft green of the garden floor.
Apollo was strung up against the trunk of the tree, his feet suspended inches above the ground. The flexible branches wrapped across his chest and limbs securely, leaving his most vulnerable areas open for exposure.
"Did you like my gift, Apollo?" She grasped the front of his shredded trousers and ripped them open, revealing his flaccid member. Demeter gasped and took a step forward. She was blocked by the raise of Hades arm, holding her and subsequently himself, back.
His body was set as he watched her with curious intent.
"I worked -so hard- on it. Just for you." She pressed her palm flat against his abdomen and Apollo let out a strangled scream. His limp length swelled at a near full erection before a tiny red bud poked out through the slit at the tip.
"How many times did you try before you realized you can't use this anymore?"
The violet God panted. What remained of his shirt was soaked through, his chest glistening with sweat. A violent, guttural sound rang out from his throat but that was all the answer he could muster.
Persephone gripped his member tight and Hades felt a burst of Ire flare up in his chest. He reeled it back with a deep breath, easing back the phase of his skin.
This was not his war.
The pink Goddess pinched the tip of the rosebud and ripped out the entire stem of thorns with one fluid pull. A rope of ichor splashed the front of her white dress. Apollo let out a scream that was immediately muffled by a flailing branch of the willow securing across his cracked and split lips.
Hades bit back something primal thrashing in his chest. He had yet to see Persephone invoke any sort of wrath and he was surprised by how much he enjoyed this.
'Reel it back, Pervert.' Snapped the rumbling voice in his head.
"First you refuse the drink I prepare for you, and now you're in my garden screaming. Do you know how late is it? After all the destruction you caused the last time you were here I can see why Hades doesn't want you in the Underworld. You're a terrible guest, Apollo."
The violet God caught a second wind of energy and struggled against his bonds. Persephone took a step back and chuckled. She threw the rose stem to the ground and a rosebush materialized in its place.
"How many times, Apollo? How many other girls did you rape?"
She saw that he was trying to speak. She released the ivy over his mouth and he spat at her before choking out a, "I didn't rape anyone, you stupid slut."
Hades stiffed his hold against Demeter, feeling the maternal rage bubbling off her. His own rage brawling with his ill-timed arousal.
"But you tried… Didn't you?" She spat up at him, before calming wiping the offense off her own cheek. "Nobody has seen your girlfriend, Daphne, since you disappeared." Apollo pushed his body flush with the trunk of the tree in an attempt to create more distance between them as she strode forward again. The goddess tsked and gripped his member again, hard, and this time when the bud poked through it expanded in full bloom.
Apollo hissed, his eyes snapping shut. "Where is she?"
"Fuck off."
"Coward." She ripped the second stem from his member, and another wave of ichor colored the soft grass below. Hades let out a shaking breath, noting the color of his clenched fists darken.
"We can do this all day, Apollo. You heard what I did in the mortal realm. This is nothing." She hissed, her hair billowing out behind her even with the absence of wind.
"Kore!" Demeter called out sternly, pulling her daughters attention away from the persecution.
Persephone turned and strode towards her mother. She wrapped her in a tight hug around the middle, her cheeks stained with a steady stream of furious tears.
"Momma, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was… w-worried you would think it was my fault."
Hades felt his rage and arousal ebb away as his heart ached for the Mother and Daughter. The sudden shift in emotion caused his head to give an arduous throb.
Demeter combed her daughter's wild tresses, tucking a thick knotted strand behind her unadorned ears. "Kore-Cob. I would never… I'm so sorry you went through this alone." She pressed a kiss to her daughters forehead, healing her in a way only a mother can.
"I wasn't alone, ma." She squeezed her mother's hands and released them with a side step to Hades. The King sunk to his knees so they were eye to eye. Her trembling fingers cupped the hollow of his cheeks and he felt his eyes flutter closed.
"Aidoneus, my love." She pressed their foreheads together, her thumb wiping away the glistening tear that fell from the Unseen ones lidded eyes. "I know you'll never approve, Ma. But I love him. He is the only one who has treated me with respect. Marked me as an equal."
"Do I need to be here for this heart to heart?" Apollo spat.
Demeter and Hades watched her eyes phase ruby and she turned on her heel towards her abuser. "Yes." She gave a wave of her hand and the ivy that had previously been a gag circled his throat, pulling tight. "Maybe you'll learn something. Manners, atleast."
She watched as Apollo dragged in a ragged breath, letting out a soft whistle upon his exhale. Satisfied that he was silenced enough she turned back to the Barley Mother, her eyes back to their typical glittering cerise.
"I'm going to marry him. And I want you to be there." Her fingers laced with the Kings and she reached out her other hand in offering to her mother. "Please."
Demeter worried her lip between her teeth, her dark eyes narrowing at the kneeling man before her daughter. She extended her hand but paused before she made contact with the small pink palm. She turned to Hades and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Kore. Before I agree you both have to promise me something."
Hades eyes' snapped open and he gave the emerald goddess a pointed nod. Persephone gave a hum of affirmation.
Demeter tightened her grip on Hades shoulder, the man stilled but remained unflinching. "If he hurts you… at all. I get to do that-" She gestured towards the suspended, indecent and ichor stained Apollo, "To him."
Hades let out a bark-like laugh and rose to his feet, his fingers still intertwined with the Goddess. "Honestly, Demeter… I wouldn't have it any other way."
Emerald fingers laced with magenta and each of their heads were adorned with a pop of sacred greenery, sealing their vow.
Persephone took a moment to squeeze each of their palms before turning back to their prisoner.
"Now, Apollo! Where were we?"
Hades felt himself pulled out of his slumber by a wet heat enveloping him. His eyes fluttered open to see Persephone disappear between his thighs.
He felt her fingers tease the crease of his rear, stroking up the sensitive skin of his sac. She rolled the ball with her tongue, pulling the tightening bulb between her lips and giving it a gentle suck.
"G-good morni-NGGGG." He moaned, throwing his head back and bucking his hips into her. She teased the bottom of his scrotum with a fluid lap of her tongue, pulling up from the space between his entrance to the base.
"Shit…" He fisted her hair and pulled lightly, enough to build a tender pressure and urge her to continue. She hummed and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, feeling the pulse of his arousal with each stroke. She paused at the sensitive bundle of nerves just below the head of his cock, on the underside of his shaft. She could taste the rush of ichor behind the thin throbbing skin. She flicked her tongue greedily against the hot spot, beckoning his release to build.
"Are you trying to make me cum with just your tongue, Goddess?"
She hummed, her fingers teasing the inside of his thighs with a barely there stroke. As she pulled away from his protesting member she blew on the slick skin and watched it bob against his abdomen. A bead of precum had already leaked from the tip, now glistening against the faint glow of his azure skin.
She nipped at the bend where his base met his thighs, her tongue tracing up each side in an agonizingly slow pace. The king's hands were balled into fists. She smirked at his act of self restraint.
"You better keep those hands to yourself, my King." She warned, her tongue lapping the pearl of precum from the tip and the pool of arousal on his muscled stomach.
"Then make me…" He teased with a sharp hiss, moving his arms above his head and crossing his wrists. Persephone bit her lip and allowed the ache of her arousal to wash over her. She pulled a rope of ivy down from the ceiling and watched as it looped around his wrists in a secure hold.
She pulled his thighs up to his chest, exposing his nude rear to the brisk underworld air. Another rope of ivy, acting as if it had a mind of it's own, snuck under his knees and held him in place while the goddess set back to work.
Hades watched with lidded eyes as a string of spit fell from her lips and hit the underside of his tightened sac, her fingers caught it and circled the tight ring of muscle at his entrance.
He snapped his eyes shut and threw his head back again, a low growl emitting from deep in his chest. As one of her digits pressed against his protesting muscle, her tongue ran the length of his cock, stopping at the same spot that caused his core to boil.
He relaxed and felt her finger slip in. Her hands were so tiny he was already rocking up, silently begging for more of that delicious pressure. She obliged with another spit of lubrication, pushing in a second and then a third digit before pressuring her fingers up, searching for the little swell of pleasure.
She knew she found it when Hades let out a shameless and wanton whine of pleasure, his entire body tensing with a shock. He pulled against the bonds, his legs scrambling to pull her in again.
She gave him an even thrust in time with her oral ministrations, sure to lap at the knot under the heat as her fingers stroked the bundle inside him.
"G-god-dessss…" He moaned, all self conscious barriers fell as he pushed against her greedily.
"Tell me what you want, Aidoneus…" She hissed against his head before enveloping him completely with the velvet heat of her mouth.
"H-harder, Baby. F-fuck me, haaaaaa-" He lost himself as she swallowed around him, her fingers fondling the sensitive bundle of nerves. The King saw stars as he broke free from he bonds and held her head in place, filling her eager throat with the milk of his release.
She heard him give a whimper as she removed the pressure from his rear, wiping the release running down her chin with the back of her opposing hand.
"Care to join me in the shower? We've got a bit of time before you have to leave for work..."
Hades sat up and pressed a firm kiss to her lips, reveling in the taste of his own bliss. "If I ever say no to that question just know that something is obviously very wrong…"
"None of these feel right…" Persephone muttered, sifting through the rows of heavy bridal gowns.
"None of these are dresses for a Queen." Eros threw out offhandedly, inspecting an intricately beaded veil. He passed the veil back to the attendant and turned to the pink Goddess.
"Who says you have to go traditional? White is your signature color… I think you should go for something dramatic."
"What are you thinking?" Persephone turned, giving Eros a sly smile.
"Something daring… something befitting for a Dread Queen…" He smirked motioning towards a gorgeous sheer lace dress adorned with diamonds. The fit was snug in the body and flared out at the knees in a mermaid cut. The front had a dangerously deep plunging neckline, while the back was open with a wrap of lace creating a keyhole.
"Something like this… Ma'am, can she try this one on?" Eros motioned for the attendant to come over.
"Can I ask you something?" Persephone called out from the secluded dressing room. The God of love waited outside the curtain while the pink Goddess wiggled the snug dress up her ample hips.
"Of course, Honey."
"Ever since we had dinner at Hera's and…" She cleared her throat, feeling a heavy blush creep up her neck. "His release has felt…Different."
"Different… how?"
"Potent?"
"Have you been tracking your cycle? You are a fertility Goddess, hun."
"No…" She stepped out from behind the curtain and Eros let out an excited gasp. "Babe… this is the one." He turned her towards the mirror, his hands resting on her bare shoulders as they both took in her appearance.
The lace hugged her voluptuous figure. She placed a hand on her stomach and visualized herself with a swollen belly, feeling her body radiate a gentle heat from within her core in response.
"Do you think they can make this in black?" She asked, glancing up at the magenta God behind her.
Eros' generously balmed lips split into an excited grin.
Persephone stepped out of the dressing room again in her normal attire, her hands still caressing the unchanged swell of her belly.
"Do you want to meet Psyche for dinner? I'm starving!" Eros asked, hopping to his feet and pulling out his phone.
"Yes! But… Can we stop by the clinic first?"
Hades rubbed his tired eyes and checked the time.
-9:30-
Eros was insistent on helping Persephone start their wedding planning process and he knew that Goddess was going to be out late. He took this opportunity to catch up on the mountain of work he had been ignoring since their relationship had begun.
"Hecate deserves a raise and a vacation…" He muttered appreciatively, reading over the passive aggressive notes she left in their shared office ledger. He pulled open an email to his payroll provider when he heard a soft knock on the office door.
'Ptelea already left for the day, and Hecate is working from home…' He thought, clicking out of the window and clearing his throat.
"Come in!" He called, tearing his eyes away from the screen as the door cracked open.
"Bunny!" He got to his feet, smoothing out the front of his wrinkled suit jacket.
The golden Goddess strode in, her heels clicking against the sharp stone.
"Hey Blue…" Hera simpered, her hands clutching the front of her coat. The door swung closed behind her and Hades turned to the decanter of Olympus' finest whisky behind his desk.
"What brings you here? Would you like a drink or something?" He poured them both an equal measure in crystal cut glasses and turned in time to see Hera's plush black coat fall back onto the sofa, exposing her in all her nude splendor.
"Or something…"