Page 35 of The Dread Queen's Bargain

“Then you better listen to me.” His voice took on an admonishing tone. “Go bend over our bed and show me if your sweet pussy is ready.”

Persephone nearly jumped off Hades’s lap and sauntered towards the bed. She took her time, swaying her hips and trailing her hands over her body, relishing the feeling and determined to love every inch. Persephone came to the edge of the bed and leaned over it, bracing her elbows on the mattress. She arched her back and spread her legs apart until she was entirely on display for Hades. It was vulnerable, and part of her was concerned that her insecurities would come rushing back, but instead, all she felt was deliciously wanton. The cool silks on the bed rubbed against her nipples, and Persephone moaned.

“Fuck.” Hades groaned.

Persephone turned her head to watch as Hades stood up from the chair. The sight of him took her breath away. He looked wrecked already. His broad body was coated in sweat and hair, his erection jutting out from between his legs as he sauntered over toward her. The look on his face was one of pure adoration as he stared at Persephone like a starving man.

“My gods,” Hades rubbed a hand over his face, “you’re dripping on the floor, Persephone.”

Persephone let her head drop to the mattress, swaying her hips invitingly as she arched her back even higher.

“Please, Hades,” she whined. “Please fuck me.”

Hades’s hands gripped her hips and then slowly slid down her legs. Persephone picked her body up slightly to watch what he was doing. She nearly came untouched as Hades got on his knees and licked the floor. He pressed open-mouthed kisses on her ankles and calves, trailing his lips up her body until he reached her weeping cunt.

“Never waste ambrosia.” Hades growled against her skin before licking a hot stripe from her clit to her pussy. Persephone wailed and fell back to her elbows as Hades began to feast. He sucked her clit between his lips, and Persephone was coming with a shout, her body going white-hot with pleasure. Hades kept eating her out through her orgasm, refusing to let up as she started trembling with aftershocks.

“Fuck.” Persephone started clawing at the sheets. “Fuck me, Hades, fuck me—”

Hades gripped Persephone’s hips and thrust inside of her to the hilt. Persephone’s mouth dropped open as she moaned in debauched pleasure. He stayed there for a minute while waiting for Persephone to adjust as she basked in the stretch of Hades inside her.

Hades started thrusting like an animal, barely pulling out entirely before he was fucking into her again. Persephone released her grip on the bed and succumbed entirely to Hades, who threw all his weight behind his movements. Her body dragged and pulled exquisitely across the bed, the sensations rubbing against her clit and her breasts.

“You feel fucking incredible,” Hades growled, his thrusts growing more and more erratic.

Persephone only moaned in response, unable to form a single word. The pleasure was building in her body again, mixing with her new powers and ruining her for anything else. She could spend the rest of her immortal life being fucked by Hades, and it wouldn’t be enough.

“One more,” Hades grunted, delivering a sharp slap to her ass. Persephone let out a pleasant cry, the warm, stinging sensation spreading across her bottom. “Come one more time for me, baby. Show me how well this gorgeous body was built for it.”

“Hades, p-please—” Persephone whimpered. Her climax was building to the point where she wasn’t sure if she’d survive it.

“I know you can do it,” Hades started talking her through it. “You’re going to be my good girl and cover my cock in your come, okay?” He started rolling his hips, delivering devastating thrusts that kept pushing Persephone higher and higher. Hades wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her upright, pressing her back against his chest while he kept fucking her.

The sudden change in angle started hitting spots inside Persephone, which sent her over the edge. Persephone’s entire body seized up tight as she spasmed around Hades, screaming so loudly, her voice cut out. Pleasure ripped through Persephone’s body to the point of overstimulation, wracking her body as it seemed never to end.

Persephone collapsed forward on the bed, falling to her chest when her elbows couldn’t support her. Hades thrust through her aftershocks, and then he finished with a strangled shout, gripping her hips tight enough to leave bruises.

Persephone was boneless as her legs trembled with aftershocks. Her eyes were already too heavy to keep open. The last thing she remembered was Hades vaguely hauling them both onto the bed before she passed out entirely.

13

Hades woke up to a sharp knock at his bedroom door. He stretched and sat up, wondering why he was cold, until he noticed the blankets had been pulled off his body. Persephone was curled up on her side of the bed, her arms wrapped around a sleeping Cerberus. The dog had nearly kicked Hades off the mattress, effectively taking his spot and drooling on his pillow.

“You were never supposed to be allowed to sleep in the bed,” Hades grumbled, standing up slowly. He stretched and let out a satisfied grunt. A primal part of him was wholly satisfied at the sight of his hound and his bride asleep in his bed.

“Cerberus is too sweet to sleep anywhere else,” Persephone whispered, her eyes still closed. “I can’t believe you didn’t let him in the bed.”

“Cerberus is a monster, my love,” Hades sighed, walking towards the closet to get dressed. “He doesn’t even need sleep.”

“I say he sleeps in the bed.” Persephone sat up with a yawn.

Hades nodded in response, taking in Persephone’s pleasantly sleepy and rumpled appearance first thing in the morning.

“Whatever you want, my dear,” Hades acquiesced without a second thought, just for the happy smile of satisfaction on Persephone’s face. The knocking at the door started again.

“Lord Hades!” The voice identified as one of the shades who helped around the palace. “Demeter and Zeus are requesting an audience.”

Hades whipped his head towards the door, suddenly on full alert. He turned to Persephone, his first thought going to her and the effect Demeter’s presence would have on Persephone. It had been a few weeks since Persephone had come fully into her powers and answered the call. After that, her magic responded to her intuitively and without incident. Hades had proposed properly—and for real, this time—which Persephone eagerly had accepted. Hecate had married them that night at Persephone’s insistence; she determined big weddings to be more of Demeter’s style and had no desire to be a part of one.

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