Persephone watched him with wide eyes, her arousal instantly returning with shattering force as she watched him suck her juices off of his fingers. She felt the wetness of her need blossom between her thighs, the warmth spreading slowly across her skin like lava creeping over cool ground. She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to her, their lips colliding in a crushing kiss. The weight of him engulfed her - not his physical body but the need she felt rolling off of him in sharp waves, the hesitance that lingered at the edge of his every move, the self doubt, and barely kept anger that he kept deep underneath his cool, collected exterior. Her lips opened against his, her tongue darted teasingly out of her mouth to touch his lips, a fleeting invitation for him to consume her with his own. He tentatively opened his mouth, returning her kiss with a hesitancy that only made her more determined. Her fingers splayed against his cerulean skin as she snaked her hand up the back of his head and tangled her magenta grip in his silver locks. She slid her other hand down his body, her soft fingers slowly drifting over the raised scars of his past as she made her way to the front of his trousers. Hades' chest swelled against her as he took in a sudden breath, momentarily frozen at the feel of her soft touch caressing his wounds with a care, an adoration that was foreign to him. She'll realize any moment that I'm damaged goods, he thought to himself as panic rose in his throat, she'll realize that she could do better and change her mind. His hand caught hers as his adrenaline surged and anxiety overtook him - he couldn't let her feel the marks of his past, the lingering evidence of his self-loathing and pity.
Persephone twisted her fingers in his hair and gave a gentle tug, pulling him back enough that she could look into his eyes. She searched the crimson tint of his eyes, feeling his hesitation in the tension of his body against hers, his muscled frame suddenly stiff against her body. Her eyes glittered with a tender arousal that beckoned him to come closer, to set his fears aside and trust her, if only for this moment. "Aidoneus," she whispered through quick breaths laden with lust. "Aidoneus, please…" She gently pulled her hand from his and timidly touched his chiseled abdomen as she prepared to reach down further once again. "Let me."
Hades stared into her eyes for a moment, the crimson rings at the edges of his irises flaring briefly before finally fading as he relented and pulled his hand away, allowing her access to his body once again. He lovingly traced the frame of her face with the tips of his fingers, closing his eyes as her hands spread over his skin, her gentle explorations of his body unflinching as she crossed the raised skin of his scars with her soft fingertips. Her fingers trailed down slowly, crossing the planes of his body at an achingly slow pace that left his head swimming and unable to process the self doubt that crept in at the edges of his consciousness. He found himself unable to move as her fingers fluttered across the hard length of him, her touch almost undetectable through the fabric of his slacks, but she quickly went to work on the opening with her nimble fingers. She bit her lower lip as she gently pressed her hand to him, feeling him through the soft cotton of his boxer briefs before she quickly pulled the elastic down to rest against the base of his cock as he fell free from the confines of his clothing. He hardened at the feel of the cool air, the hot touch of her hands quickly covering him and forcing him to suck a sharp breath in through his teeth. She's going to regret it, you're going to ruin this - whatever this is. The thought flashed across his mind, making his heart leap with an uncontrollable urgency. His eyes snapped open and he looked down at her, her eyes transfixed on his hard length in her hands, her eyelids heavy with lust.
He forced his voice to work, fighting the overwhelming sensations of her hands on him. "Persephone, we shouldn't…"
She looked up at him, that same lustful yet loving - compassionate - flicker in her eyes. She pulled her hands away from him and framed his face tenderly, her beautiful magenta gaze staring beyond his blue eyes and into the depths of his insecurity, as if she could see the inner turmoil that raged within him, bubbling just below the surface, fighting to break free from the tight confines of Hades' trademark stoney exterior. She pulled him down to her and brushed a fleeting kiss across his lips, touching just enough to send a racing spark of sensation through him before she whispered against his lips. "I can feel you Aidoneus; I feel your doubt, your fear." Her voice was quiet, the whisper barely more than a breath of hot air against his lips. "Let go, please…"
He pressed his eyes closed, desperately clinging to his shredding control, tempted to give in to his base desires as her lips brushed against his with every sweet word, her voice flowing like honey, seeping into the darkest corners of his mind. "I don't think letting go is a good idea, sweetness."
"Let go." Her voice was stronger, the insistence clear and concise as she pushed him closer to the edge of the darkness that threatened to consume them both if he lost his grip on the tightly coiled wire of self control. "I trust you, just let go. I'm not going anywhere." She pressed a kiss to his lips, harder this time and with more urgency - a silent promise of trust and yearning that threatened to send him toppling over the cliff of his desire and overwhelmed his senses. He looked down at her, the scarlet tint returning to his eyes as he slowly allowed himself to give in to her. She nodded silently, her breath heavy beneath him as she felt another wave of arousal sweep over her at the sudden awareness of the depth of his need. Persephone could see it clearly in his eyes - he didn't just need to fuck her, he needed to bury himself, to lose himself, in her. She whispered on a breath, almost silent yet somehow clearer than anything he'd heard in his 2000 years of existence, "use me to quell that pain, Aidoneus."
Her beautiful request was all it took to strip him of his last facets of control, the bright red hue of his eyes darkened to a beautiful shade of burgundy completely overtaking the azure that she was so accustomed to. He pushed his hand into her hair, curling his fingers around the back of her head as he pulled her to him in a hard, bruising kiss that sent a hot streak of arousal straight through her, pulsing through her body in overwhelming waves that had her legs tightening around his waist as she desperately tried to pull his body closer to her. Hades' hand tangled in her hair as he took from her with his kiss, seeking out everything her mouth had to offer and swallowing it hungrily.
Persephone whined as his mouth suddenly ripped from hers and he leaned to the side to rummage through one of his desk drawers. "Hush, little goddess," he said firmly as she pulled at him with her hands, mourning the loss of his touch. She breathed a small 'oh' of understanding as he pulled a condom from his drawer and tore the package open with his mouth, quickly rolling the rubber down to the base of his shaft. Persephone's hands greedily reached for him, desperately wanting to feel the hard length of his cock in her tight grasp, but Hades was quick to take her by the wrists and stretch them over her head, pinning her hands to the desk with one hand. His grip wasn't tight enough to bruise or hurt her, but it was tight enough that she knew she couldn't get free no matter how much she struggled against him. Her chest heaved against him, her breasts brushing ever so slightly against the skin of his chest, her panting breaths of aroused anticipation unmistakable as she relaxed in his grip. Hades lined himself up at her entrance, nudging hesitantly at her slick opening. He looked down at her, his eyes searching for even the slightest hint of hesitation or regret in her lustful expression. "Persephone…" He grunted her name, barely able to contain himself enough to ask for her permission one more time before he took them past the point of no return. "Are you sure you want this - are you sure you want me?"
Persephone nodded quickly, not a shred of doubt in her mind as she gasped at the feel of him pressing slightly at the wet line of her slit. "Please fuck me, Aidoneus." Hades groaned involuntarily, his need pure and powerful. He fought to keep control of his body as he gently pressed his cock into her entrance. "Please," she whispered again, lust making her voice heavy with an alluring lilt that called to him like a siren song - impossible to resist and likely to lead to disaster. He pressed harder, sliding into her slowly as he desperately clung to the thought of being gentle with her, sure that he would hurt her if he was too rough. He steadily slid himself into her warm center, feeling her walls pulse around him as he drove deeper and deeper, only stopping when he had buried himself to the hilt inside of her. He stilled, waiting for her to relax around him as her body quivered against his, and she released the breath she had been holding with a whimper that darkened the edges of his vision with a jolt of nearly uncontrollable lust for the perfect little pink goddess beneath him.
Her body relaxed around him and Hades moved slowly out of her, pulling away with a painfully slow stroke that took every ounce of concentration he could muster as his mind quickly unraveled at the feel of her. He pushed back into her firmly, driving himself as deep as their bodies would allow, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from Persephone as she moved slightly under his grip, begging for more with her supple curves and subtle gyration of her hips around his cock. He pulled out, almost completely emptying her and steadily pushed forward, moving in a simple, steady rhythm that left Persephone frustrated and flustered as she yearned for more of him. She moaned as he touched something deep within her that sent a shot of almost painful pleasure through her body and caused her to arch her back slightly as the feeling rippled across her. "Aidoneus…" she panted his name as she forced her eyelids open to look at him.
His voice was strangled, painfully tight as he fought to maintain control of himself, to remain connected to the present. "Yes, sweetness?"
"Let go and fuck me." It wasn't a request. Her voice was commanding and firm, giving him permission - ordering him - to stop trying to control his movement and fuck her as instinct commanded. Hades groaned as he pulled out of her and sharply bucked his hips, roughly pressing back into her with a force that she hadn't expected. She cried out in a moan of intense pleasure as he filled her, her cunt throbbing with the pulsing need that he was drawing from her with every breath that brought her aching breasts to his chest. He repeated the movement, thrusting hard into her as he grunted with an abandoned need that he no longer had control of. Persephone could see the dark shadows lengthening around them from the edges of her vision, as if the heart of the Underworld was responding to his lustful abandon and creeping in to encompass them in the darkness that he had become so accustomed to. Every movement, every snap of his hips drove him deeper and deeper into her, as if he were trying to consume her with the force of his need.
A desperate growl of yearning vibrated through him as Persephone's soft moans of pleasure filled the room, somehow bolstering his confidence and reminding him of who he truly was all at once. Hades put just enough pressure on her wrists to add a tantalizing pressure that pulled a gasp from Persephone as he ran his hand over her ribcage and then over the crests of each breast, tweaking one nipple and then another as he stilled inside of her. He pressed his palm to her sternum as he snapped his hips forward again, thrusting hard inside of her as she arched her back against the wave of pleasure tinged with a pain that she welcomed over and over again. He slid his hand up as he continued the hard, punishing movement of his cock inside of her wet channel, his hand creeping over her neck and fingers gripping her jaw. He turned her face to his and whispered gruffly, "open your eyes, little goddess, look at me."
Persephone obeyed, struggling to lift her eyelids as he sent wave after wave of sensation crashing over her like rough ocean waves on a rocky shoreline, the pleasure elicited by the hard, deep strokes mesmerizing and all consuming. Her breaths came in sharp, shallow pants, interrupted by her beautiful moans of ecstasy in response to him. It thrilled Hades to know that the breathtaking sounds from her pretty pink lips were for him, but as the excitement washed over him as he abandoned control, so too did the darkness that he fought so hard to keep at bay.
He gave one more hard thrust and inhaled sharply, feeling his baser instincts taking over as he looked at her. "Is this what you want, little goddess?" He gave another hard thrust, impaling her on his erection as her eyelids fluttered and a loud cry of pleasure pulled from her throat. She forced herself to look at him again, her vision focusing as the crashing waves of pleasure ebbed as he stilled inside of her. His voice was low and gruff, a gravelly rumble that sent shivers across her body and heightened the intensity of the moment as she stared into his eyes. His fingers shifted slightly downwards, expertly pressing pressure into the sides of her throat - cutting off enough blood to make her head swim with a heady mixture of pleasure and anticipation while leaving her airway free and open. Her eyes widened as she focused on him, watching the darkness of the Underworld - the darkness of him - creeping into his eyes as they slowly turned black and his blue irises glowed with an exhilarating cerulean hue that seemed to reach into the depths of her being and draw power from the intensity of the emotions that pulsed through her. He gave her throat a slight squeeze, heightening her arousal with a burst of tingles that skittered across her skin like skipping stones on a still lake, and he spoke with a quiet intent that made Persephone melt beneath him. "You want me to let go of this darkness, little goddess? You want me to let this consume you?"
She could feel the shadows reach them as the temperature of the room dropped and a shiver moved quickly down her spine, but she didn't pull her gaze from his as his skin turned slowly into the picture of the night sky. Dots of white, blue, and green gleaming as if he had captured the stars and woven them into his own being - the transition from his soft blue skin to the deeper, truer form that he kept hidden was seamless and beautiful, leaving Persephone utterly enraptured by him as he waited for her to reject his deeper connection to his realm. "Yes," she rasped against the gentle but thrilling pressure at her throat. "Consume me." The words escaped her lips like desperate pleas, her tone begging him to drag her into the depths of his dark waters with him, wishing for him to drown them both in the reality that he kept so expertly hidden from the rest of the realms.
He stared at her for a moment, shock flitting across his features as her acceptance - her need - of him registered in the rational pieces of his mind. "Fucking fates, Persephone." He released her throat, the sudden change in sensation sending a rush of intense pleasure to her brain as he buried his head in her fuschia curls, now grown in long tendrils that cascaded down the back and sides of the desk as she littered the room with the petals of the sweet pea flowers that she had been unknowingly blooming across the entirety of her hair. His thrust his cock into her, rough and needy as he lost himself in the urge to utterly possess her, to literally consume her as she had so sweetly begged of him. His movements were frenzied, driven by a carnal rage that was unmatched by anything he had ever felt with Minthe. He moved hard against her body and she lifted her hips to accept more of him as he touched at the depth of her core to send spears of white-hot pleasure from the core of her body outwards, illuminating the conjured darkness as her passion came closer to its peak.
Persephone's moans turned to sharp cries of pain from the hard depth that Hades was stroking within her, each sharp point ebbed with a blissful wave of warmth that pulled her higher and higher into her pleasure. The steady mixture of pain and pleasure kept her rapt in his utter abandon as she wrapped her legs tighter around him and tensed her muscles, feeling her body edging closer to the depths of his darkness - of her pleasure - as he lost himself in the warmth of her quivering snatch. Her breath hitched in her throat, strangled gasps of pleasure escaping her lips in whimpering noises barely audible in the vast darkness that they had lost themselves in, as she let Hades push her higher and higher into the bright spot of pleasure that she was quickly approaching, his painful thrusts taking every drop of the light she offered, possessing her with the darkness that he summoned in the midst of the freedom he found within her.
He turned his face to her neck, the scent of the sweet pea blossoms overpowering his senses for a split second before biting at the tender flesh behind her ear. She felt his movements become tense and abrupt, his hips moving stiffly as he tried to maintain control long enough to bring Persephone to the limit of her pleasure. She arched her back hard against him, pulling against his grip on her wrists as the delicious pain of his teeth on her throat sent her careening over the cliff of her orgasm. She lost control of her body to a sharp spasm of her muscles, the walls of her canal gripping Hades' cock and pulling him into the sunspot of her orgasm as he followed her quickly into a shuddering, pulsating orgasm.
The blinding white light flashed around them for an instant, so quick that Hades was almost sure he imagined it, and quickly faded, dragging the darkness of the Underworld away with it. Persephone lay beneath him, clutching at him with her legs, her hands balled into tight fists still outstretched above her. Her body was soft, her curves supple and pliant as she panted into his hard chest, her breasts grazing the hard planes of his chiseled muscles as she fought to regain control of her breath. A faint whimper of satisfaction slipped from her lips as she turned her face to him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
The sweet brush of her lips across his face snapped Hades out of the daze that he had been floating in. He released his grip on her wrists, running his finger tips down her arms with a feather-light touch as he brought his hand down to her hair. He lifted himself off of her, breaking the heated contact of their skin as they simultaneously pulled in a deep breath of cool air, taking their first real breath since they had begun the slow dance into the darker facets of his desire. He ran a soft finger across the hair at her temple, admiring the crown of flowers that had appeared at some point as his face was buried in her hair. She gave him a weak smile, satisfaction blooming across the pretty pink flush on her face as she admired the warmth and affection in his cornflower blue eyes. She pulled in a sharp breath as he pulled out of her slowly, withdrawing the softening length of his cock from her slick folds as another wave of sensations washed over her - sending a layer of goosebumps over her skin and causing her thighs to twitch with an already growing need that she couldn't possibly be needing so soon.
His voice was hoarse and dry, scratching across her senses in a way that made her want to smother him in tender kisses as he rested his forehead against hers. "Are you alright? Was that - was that okay?"
She slowly brought her arms down from their outstretched position on the desk, taking care to move the tender muscles slowly as she cupped his face with her hands. "Oh, Aidoneus…" She wrapped her hands around his neck as she pressed a tender kiss to his lips and whispered against his soft mouth, "I love you."