Page 12 of The Dread Queen's Bargain

“Hades,” Persephone gasped, “You feel—”

“I know,” Hades cut her off, flicking his tongue across her nipples, “So good for me. Breathe through it.” Hades pushed some damp curls off his forehead, breathing just as hard as Persephone. Persephone kissed him, both of them barely able to sustain the embrace for more than a few brief moments, panting and moaning into each other’s mouths.

Finally, Persephone started to move. She undulated her hips and began riding him, chasing the arousal that was flooding her system.

“That’s it,” Hades encouraged, his hands going back to Persephone’s waist as he helped maneuver her body on top of him as he thrust upwards.

Persephone’s vision blacked out as he hit that spot deep inside of her, Hades swearing loudly as her walls clenched around him. She rode him with her whole body, relishing the friction of her clit against Hades’s pelvis.

“Fuck,” Hades swore, “I need you to come.” He was practically begging as he grabbed Persephone’s chin and tilted her head downwards. “Open your eyes. Look at how well you take me.”

Persephone gasped, overwhelmed at the sight of them conjoined, Hades entering her over and over.

“Hades,” she begged, “touch me!” Hades obliged, rubbing soft circles on her clit while he licked a hot stripe up her neck.

“Keep watching,” he demanded, his chest slick with sweat and rubbing against Persephone’s breasts when he thrust against her. “You’re so perfect, love. So, so, perfect. You were made just for me, weren’t you? I think the Fates made this sweet cunt just for my cock.”

Hades pinched her clit gently, and Persephone’s entire body locked up. Her orgasm went crashing through her body like lightning, leaving only fire in its wake. She felt Hades coming inside her, biting down on her shoulder while he started thrusting erratically as if desperately trying to keep his release inside her.

The jasmine blooms exploded across the ceiling, a soft rain of petals falling around them.

Everything went hazy as Persephone’s thighs burned, and she rode out the last of her orgasm. Her exhaustion hit her nearly as hard as her release, collapsing onto Hades’s chest before she could speak.

5

Hades woke up with a groan. He slowly sat up and wondered why he was on the floor, sleeping in a bed of jasmine petals.

“I’ve never seen them do this before…” Hades thought aloud, picking up a blossom. The scent of roses was mixed with the jasmine. All the memories came rushing back. In his long life, Hades had never felt such an intense attraction to someone like when he’d met Despoina. He rarely took lovers, even if just for a night.

Hades looked around with a start and realized Despoina was gone.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath while jumping to his feet. “Despoina?” He raised his voice, looking around the great hall to see where she’d gone. He was suddenly concerned. The Underworld was filled with many things that wouldn’t think twice before making a snack out of a pretty nymph.

You’re worried about nothing, Hades reminded himself. She entered the Underworld with Hermes. If she left the palace, I’m sure Hermes snatched her right back up.

By the look of the light, it was still early morning. Hades dragged his hand over his face and pulled a piece of leather cord off his wrist to tie up his unruly hair. He could sleep more; no one would miss him until noon.

Hades looked around and couldn’t find his clothing. He knew no one had access to his palace unless he explicitly granted it—no one else was around, so he opted to figure it out later and not to dress. He was feeling more chipper than usual, undoubtedly due to last night’s events, and had no shame strolling through the dark halls of his home naked.

He approached his bedroom and shoved the door open, ready to dive headfirst into the luxurious mattress… except someone was in his bed.

A million different emotions ran through Hades at once. First, all his goodwill evaporated. A surge of obsidian power manifested in his hands, his bident appearing in his grip. He was angry. All over the world, everywhere Hades went, some people had preconceived notions about him. His home was where he was safest, and it made him disturbingly vulnerable to see someone in his bed.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness in his room, and he realized Cerberus was sleeping at the foot of the bed. He was on his back, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, while his paws twitched as he dreamed.

What in the name of the gods? Hades made his bident disappear and crept slowly to the edge of the bed. Whoever was sleeping in it had taken his side of the bed, and the Underworld’s most infamous hellhound didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

First, my bed, then my dog?

Hades moved like a ghost. The only feature he could discern was a tumble of golden hair, glowing in the low light and fanned across his pillow. Hades slid his hand across the silken blankets, grabbing the comforter and yanking it back.

“What are you doing in my—Despoina?” Hades started to yell, his anger evaporating as soon as the nymph rolled over in bed. She was on her stomach, wrapped in his missing black chiton from the night before. She looked sleepy and well fucked, and the sight had Hades half-hard nearly instantaneously.

“Hmmph?” Persephone made a sleepy noise and rubbed her eyes, not even bothering to open them. “Cerby? Are you fussing?”

“Excuse me? Cerby? When did you become so friendly with my dog? Who’s supposed to defend my house from strangers, by the way.” Persephone rolled onto her back. She looked blissed out and well fucked, and a more primal, male part of his chest swelled up. The chiton slipped and exposed her breasts to him.

Most of Hades’s frustration abated.

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