Hello everyone, I am very sorry for the delay finals week is coming up and the holidays plus work really took a number on me. Anyways here's Chapter 3 there's some smutty goodness so I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter Three: Desires Unfolded

Persephone

After dinner I went straight up to my room to be alone. It was my retreat from my overbearing mother. My thoughts immediately went back to him. I wondered what the God of the Underworld was doing. Did he spend all his time judging souls? Did he ever get lonely?

Hades rarely came up from his domain. He hardly ever appeared at any of the meetings on Olympus and he never showed up at parties or social gatherings. My sixteen hundredth birthday was coming up soon. I would finally make my transition into womanhood and find a suitor. Would Hades be there?

"I have much better things to do than attend your silly party."

I looked around frantically searching for the owner of the voice.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my room?", I asked alarmed.

"You ask too many questions child."

"I am not a child, I turn sixteen hundred next week!", I replied agitated.

"Again, I repeat a mere child compared to my existence."

The owner of the voice stepped out of the shadows and I was able to see him clearly. He was dressed casually wearing a black silk, button up and tight leather pants that left little to the imagination. His pale blue eyes shone strikingly in the dark entrancing me. His dark wavy hair framed his face perfectly, heightening his already attractive facial features.

"Uncle Hades."

"Do not call me that flower girl. I am more than just your uncle. I am King of the Underworld and you will do well to remember that", he said his eyes darkening.

"I'm not afraid of you Hades", I said holding my head up high, ignoring the drop-in temperature and the aura of power that emanated from Hades.

"Curious little thing you are flower girl", he said as he stalked around me with a predatory smirk.

"I told you my name is Persephone," I replied angrily.

"He was behind me. I felt chills on my body as I felt him draw closer to me.

"She who eats the light, such an unfitting name for a Goddess like you," he whispered in my ear. I shivered with desire at the feel of his breath on my ear.

He laughed at me noticing how I trembled. What was wrong with me? Why did I feel so drawn to him? He was God of the Underworld and I was just a mere flower Goddess. He was toying with me. Like a cat playing with a mouse before it was killed.

"You say you are not afraid of me and, yet you tremble in fear."

"What makes you think it is fear that makes me tremble."

I turned around to face him. Our eyes met, and my hand moved of its own accord to touch his cheek softly. It was smooth like silk with a slight roughness from his growing beard. He closed his eyes and backed me up against the wall, his face inches from mine.

"What are you doing to me Persephone?", he whispered softly with his eyes still closed.

"I don't know."

I then proceeded to do the unthinkable and kissed the God of the Underworld. It was a light and quick kiss. I pressed my lips softly against his for the briefest of seconds. His eyes shot open as I slowly withdrew. His eyes turned a darker shade of blue. I could see the fire burning behind them.

"Oh, Gods you're going to kill me, aren't you?"

I felt fear then. Fear of how Hades would punish me. A thousand images flashed through my mind of all the different ways Hades could kill or torture me. His hand entangled in my hair while the other one was against the wall next to me allowing me no way to escape. This is it I thought to myself as I closed my eyes.

"Look at me", Hades growled.

I opened my eyes slowly. His mouth was on mine in an instant. His body pressed against my own. I reveled in his kisses, not wanting them to ever stop. He forced my mouth open with his tongue. Our tongues were entangled in a duet of pleasure. My arms wrapped around his shoulders keeping him against me.

One of his hands wandered down my chest, groping one of my breasts. I let out a small moan as I felt his fingers squeeze my erect nipple. This urged him on and I felt his hand slip under my dress, caressing my thigh. I felt his bulge against my sex and I knew exactly what he wanted. The thought of it made me well up with pleasure.

I loved Hades. The moment I met him, I knew. I had blocked any advances from other men, because deep down in my heart I had yearned for one man. I knew I would never love another. Hades was the one I wanted to spend my eternity with.

"Hades, I love you", I gasped.

"No one else shall have you. You will be mine Persephone."

His hand played at my entrance and I could no longer hold back.

"Hades, please I need you," I purred.

I felt one of his fingers slide inside of me and I doubled over in pleasure. He placed hot kisses on my neck as I moaned into his ear. I reached down into his pants and gripped his member. He moaned loudly and continued to glide his fingers in and out of me. I continued to stroke his Godly member and he placed his mouth on one of my pink hard nipples. I felt myself go over the edge.

"Hades, oh Gods, what's happening? I think I'm cumming!", I yelled out.

"I know", he growled as I felt his member throb and a warm milky substance oozed over my fingers.

Hades used his magic to clean up the mess with ease. He erased any marks he had left on my body. He picked me up and laid me down on my bed. He kissed my forehead softly.

"Why didn't you take my maidenhood?", I asked curiously.

"Not yet my love. I am no monster, you are still a child."

"I am not!", I protested.

"I assure you that you still are my precious flower. Do you believe that you are capable of taking me all inside of you?"

I hesitated. In all honestly, I was afraid.

"I must leave you know. The Underworld needs me, and your mother will begin to take notice of all the wards I put up."

He turned to leave.

"Wait!"

I quickly jumped off my bed and ran to him. I desperately clung to his shirt refusing to let go.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"I do not know."

With those last words he left me. I collapsed onto the ground and cried.

Authors note: Yes, I know the clothing is not historically accurate, but togas are so unattractive and it's my story, so I shall do as I please. Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter.