Work From Home
Part 3
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Persephone slicked back Hades' hair and straightened his tie. "There we go." She nodded in approval. She hopped off his lap and appraised him from the edge of his desk. "Dashing. Professional. Not looking like a windblown sailor." She patted his shirt, flattening out the crumples where she had shoved the fabric back.
He chuckled under his breath. "Thanks." In one hand he held a copy of the new building proposal that would be discussed in a video conference in just a few minutes. With his other hand he slid down her thigh to the back of her knee. She laughed and quickly twisted out of his grasp.
"Don't." She shook her head. "Don't start."
He sighed. "This is the problem with working from home." He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her back onto his lap. "I get so distracted."
"Well, I don't want to be a source of your problems. No one wants a lazy king."
Hades clicked his mouth. "You're right." Reluctantly, he released her. Before she slid back to her feet, she tilted his face up and kissed him. Their lips like magnets, fitting to each other perfectly and hard to tear apart. She sighed into his neck. "I can't very well sit on your lap, tits out and moaning while you have a conference call."
Hades ran his hand through her hair. "Mmm. I mean, you could very well. But again." He twisted a lock around his finger. "The distraction would be astronomical. And I'd rather keep you to myself. I don't like the idea of my employees all turning into voyeurs."
"Alright." Persephone kissed his cheek. "I'll preoccupy myself." She picked up the apron on the floor and sashayed out the room on her tiptoes, butt naked, and unashamed.
Hera eyed Zeus with a cigarette in her hand. "You know something, don't you?" Behind her was a small ensemble of people gathered to look for Persephone. Artemis among them, paced nervously. Quietly under her breath she kept repeating "All my fault."
"Bunny, you know I can't lie to you." Zeus responded warily. "Does this look like the face of someone that would purposefully hide the whereabouts of our friend's daughter?"
Hera didn't respond, but just took another puff of her cigarette. A cloud of smoke swirled around him. "Mhm." She nodded slowly and then turned to face the search party.
Discreetly, Zeus pulled out his phone and called again for the 50th time. He muttered under his breath, "Pick up, you big stupid blueberry."
Persephone tugged the fur coat around her shoulders tighter as she explored the halls of Hades' estate. Cerberus wagged his tail happily at her side, like her unofficial tour guide. She'd seen much of the house already. He pressed her up against that wall there. On that counter they did doggy style. In the dining room, they sixty-nined on the table. In the pool, he held her gently while his cock swam in and out of her like the waves of the ocean. It was nice to see the place without the sex filled haze of lust. They'd been animals and it felt good to be grounded in reality, without losing that passion. It made it deeper. Better.
She wandered back down the hall of relics. A row of busts displayed headpeices through several eras. The first was obviously the most modern. A pair of dark sunglasses rested on the bridge of the statues' nose. The next one was a brodie helmet with a large spike on the top, a metal clasp told her, while old, it was still one of the most modern helmets. The next was a simple woven cap. The next a mortar board, from some graduation. Then a top hat. On and on, varying types of hats and helmets, their uses as varied as their material. Until the last helmet. A slick dark metal. Obviously by design the oldest headpiece here, but it had been well looked after. Even for it's age, the construction was immaculate. Strange symbols that even she couldn't read were etched into a pattern around the base. She knew exactly what this was.
Cerberus whined softly. She turned to him. "Do you think I can borrow this?" He stretched and woofed. "Good boy."
Delicately, she lifted the helmet off its stand. A wicked smile growing on her face as it hummed in her fingers.
"Well, obviously, I won't be willing to go over 15%." Hades leaned back in his office chair. A full cigar in his hand, the smoke swirled in the room.
Just then the door opened. He looked up and then down to see if one of the dogs had gotten loose. "Odd." He thought to himself and sat back down.
"No, no." Hades shook his head. "You're not listening. I said NOT over 15%. Do you know how math works?"
The smoke in the room moved in a strange way in one section by the book cases. It didn't swirl evenly or in a natural line. He blinked and the distortion vanished.
"I don't care if they won't go for less than 19. We'll find someone else, then. That's not my-ah-ah." Hades flinched as he felt some kind of gentle pressure on his inner thigh. A cool finger, or, what felt like one at least, pressed against his lips.
"Shh." A voice hushed into his ear, tickling the small inner hairs. Familiar feeling of teeth at his earlobe, gently nipping.
Hades swallowed and looked down at his lap trying to compose himself. "Sorry. The connection must have hiccuped." He leaned forward towards the camera, his face taking up the frame as if he were inspecting something on his keyboard. But his hand flew to his side, grasping in the air until she caught him in her invisible grasp. He gulped again, feeling what was definitely her warm soft hand so small it made him weep, but when he looked over he saw he only held the air. He rose his hand up, following what would be her arm, to her shoulder, jumping from her neck to her jaw and then he hit metal.
"Ahah." Hades nodded. "That explains it." He leaned back into his chair. "Continue. Who's next?" He slapped his knee and tilted his head to the side. "Come on, then." He spoke to her and to his employees at the same time.
He felt his belt buckle being undone. Small invisible hands making quick work of his zipper. Quickly, he arranged the webcam to only see above his shoulders.
Persephone straddled him carefully. She pressed her lips on his chest to keep from laughing. She looked behind her at the feed on the computer. Where her head should be eclipsing Hades'. . . there was nothing. She pushed her hands down his chest, over his pecs, across his abs and then used her fingernails to scratch up.
"Hmm." Hades pressed his lips shut, pretending to react to something on the other end.
She breathed softly against his neck and goosebumps rose on his skin. He squeezed her thigh, or what he thought must be her thigh. It was hard to tell. Gently, she played with his hair. Just a few strands she lifted in between her fingers. She snickered into his jacket at the rogue hairs flying up in the monitor.
She grabbed his hands on the arm rest and guided them to her breast. She was small enough that this wouldn't appear on the screen. He gulped, feeling her as if for the first time. Gods, she was so soft. He could picture her, pink patches under his fingers. He poked her boob, and it felt strange not to be able to see it jiggle. He wanted to kiss her, but couldn't. He wanted to lick her body up and down, but not now.
No. He could only sit there. Suffer. Taking what he could that she offered. The only movement allowed had to happen below the camera.
Carefully, she began to rock back and forth on his hips. Rubbing him harder and harder with her body.
"Huh." He leaned forward, and adjusted himself underneath her, shaking down a few inches of his slacks.
She never got tired of seeing his cock spring out of its confinement. The first time, she had been so intimidated, unsure of how to properly handle one, especially one so large. She had been worried they wouldn't fit. She wasn't intimidated now. She knew what she was capable of and she could flex her newly found prowess in creative ways. Warming herself up, and making sure Hades was also warned of what was about to happen, she rubbed her wet pussy over him lengthwise.
His grip tightened on her thigh and completely halted his thought process. His hands then moved up her legs, holding her ass momentarily and then traveled to the front, caressing her mound. He tried to paint a picture of her body in his hands.
Of all the uses of his helmet of darkness, this was the best one yet.
The chair shifted as she rose on her knees. Her nipples caressed his chest as she did so. And she wondered if he knew what body part it was. His stiff cock kept rising towards her wet entrance. She guided him gently, enjoying the tortured stillness of her partner.
Hades pressed his lips together again, bracing himself.
And then she plunged on top of him. "Oh." Hades breathed and wiped a strand of hair away from his forehead.
She rose again and crashed around him. His hands clawed at her ass, trying to grab onto something tangible. This was the strangest sensation made all the more frustrating by his predicament, but he loved the thrill of it.
He was conducting a multi-million dollar business proposal meeting while an invisible goddess rode on top of him. If his brothers ever squeezed this story out of him, he could only imagine the spine crushing tackle Poseidon would give him in approval.
Gods, she felt electric. Her pussy took him so well, he wanted nothing more than to stay inside her forever if he could. He'd found a new home between her legs and he wasn't planning on moving.
He thrusted up inside her, penetrating deeper than she could push down. He clicked the mute button on the computer. And grunted.
He grabbed her legs, or her waist. Her arm might be in there somewhere. He wasn't sure. Whatever he could grab, he pressed down as he rose up inside her.
A force pushed his arms away, pinning them to the chair. He obliged and relaxed back, taking quick shallow breaths. He felt her head hit his chest and a sigh muffled out in his shirt. Hot breath on his skin. He took a moment to enjoy all the sensations. He wanted to feel every part of her. She rolled over-top of him, squeezing him from inside. Then he felt her get up.
She adjusted her position, turning herself around so that she was facing the computer. She pressed her hands on the edge of his chair and squatted back onto him with her legs together. She wiggled her vagina down onto him, feeling his crown press into her.
Hades appeared in some kind of state on the monitor.
Someone asked him a question, but she bounced on him so deliciously, nothing else computed. Even if he wanted to answer, he had muted himself.
His hands slid up her legs to her waist. He held her steady and thrusted up into her again. Persephone bit her lip and rubbed her breast between her own fingers. His dick was so large it activated all her pleasure zones without needing anything else. She whimpered softly. Then realizing they were muted, her exhales grew more voracious. Hades too fed off her own pleasure in a feedback loop that never ended. Persephone pinched her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and shimmed her waist creating more movement between them than the thrusting.
She looked through half open eyelids and something strange was happening on the screen. Hades vanishing every other second from the monitor. She looked behind her, the helmet on her head weighing her down. Hades looked . . . ensnared. Completely oblivious, but ruggedly sexy.
She turned back to the monitor. Like a glitch, he kept disappearing.
Hades breath grew more shallow. His movements deeper. "Is it muted?" He asked in a low gravelly voice.
"Yes. Yes." Persephone painted in answer. He groaned at her voice. Throwing him even closer. He found her hair and tugged on it. She gasped out and he pulled tighter.
"I'm close." He warned.
"Yes." Persephone pleaded. "Yes."
He opened his eyes, confused for a moment, as he saw Persephone's back arching. Her hair swung into his palm. Her ass doing over time, bobbing up and down on him. The helmet must have accepted them as one. Completely joined, he could see her in this space. To anyone else, he would be invisible too.
"Fuck." Hades moaned. His hands gripped her tightly, holding her in place as he came inside of her. He thrusted a few more times then withdrew. She disappeared again, but his pearlescent cum dripped out of thin air.
He straightened his collar and cleared his throat. He clicked the mute button again. "Sorry guys. I had some interference on my end." Her fingers tickled him behind his neck. She pressed her lips against his ear. "You're incredible." She tucked him back inside his pants and zipped him up.
"No you are." He responding softly. Then he shook his head. "I mean. You are the one responsible for overseeing the quality control in that region." He covered lamely.
She kissed his cheek again and then left.
He eyed the room suspiciously. He muted the conversation again. "Are you still here?" He asked into the empty room. When he felt like it was safe again, he unmuted.
"Try and get rid of me." She whispered again at his neck and he jumped.
Just then the door to his office slammed open. Zeus appeared in the doorway. He glared at Hades. "I have been calling you for two days. Why." He stomped one leg in. "Haven't." Stomp. "You. Answered." He finished dramatically.
Hades took a deep breath. "Alright fellas." He addressed his conference meeting. "That's the god of gods. Wrap this up amongst yourselves and send me the minutes later." He closed his laptop.
"Zeus. What do I owe the pleasure?" He crossed his arms.
"Have you not seen my 400 phone calls?" Zeus swiped his arms to either side. Persephone slammed against the bookshelves to keep from being hit. "Dear gods, it smells like fuck in here." His nose sniffed the air. His eyes narrowed. "Oh my gods. She was here, wasn't she?"
"I'm not sure who you're talking about." Hades loosened his collar, the color of guilt rising from his neck.
Zeus slapped him with the newspaper. "I have been trying to cover for you for two days, and you're going to just sit there and lie to me." He clutched his own chest. "Betrayal."
Hades stood up, eying the newspaper. "Oh, for fucks sake." He knocked the newspaper with his knuckles.
"Listen, I know you didn't do it. But I know she was here." Zeus said. "I know she was in the back of your car the night of the party and this is not a good look if people find out."
Hades tried to figure out what to do.
"I suppose she's already left." Zeus scratched his ear. . . his stern business voice started to fade away. "I have to ask. . ." He fiddled with something on his desk. "How was she?"
"Wow." Hades shook his head in disbelief. "There's a goddess missing and you just want to know if I banged her."
"Well, I know you didn't kidnap her, so I'm not here to arrest you." Zeus shrugged.
Hades pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Zeus."
"Listen, I know you've been down lately."
"Zeus."
"I was hoping you'd have a good story."
"Zeus."
"At least tell me you didn't let her leave withOUT getting a piece of that action."
"Zeus." Hades sat back down, annoyed at so many things he didn't even know where to begin to break it down.
"Alright look. Well, no one has seen her. Eros was the last person to see her. I presume it was actually you. No one else knows that yet. But Aphrodite is about to talk to the media, and you know how that goes."
"What!" Hades leaped up.
"The news is going to break sooner or later. So you need to be ready to answer some tough questions. They're going to be asking where you're hiding her. If you're keeping her. If you left her to die. If you fed her to Cerberus. Etc. etc." He checked his watch. "I just came to warn you before the hounds came after you. This is trending. This is the biggest thing since Pandora. Everyone wants to find out where Persephone is." He sniffed again. "Wait a second." He looked up at Hades. "Oh my gods. She's still here isn't she?"
Hades bowed his head. "Persephone. I'm sure you've had the pleasure of meeting my brother Zeus before."
Persephone pulled the helmet off her head. She appeared suddenly in the room, a bright pop of pink and completely naked. Her hair gave her some coverage but not enough. Unabashedly, she approached Zeus. "Hello." She held out her hand. Quickly, Hades wrapped his coat around her, protectively. Zeus lit up and shook her hand energetically. "And yes," Persephone said tossing her hair back. "We did bang. And yes, it was amazing."
"Oh my gods," Zeus breathed. "Hades, you really fucking kidnapped her, didn't you?"
Persephone scoffed. "I'm exactly where I want to be. Thank you very much."