Page 15 of The Dread Queen's Bargain

“I’m not trying to convince you of anything,” Persephone purred. “Maybe I just want to taste you.”

“You do need to learn some fucking manners,” Hades grunted. He sat up, cupping the back of Persephone’s head. His voice dropped lower. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”

Persephone nodded eagerly.

Without saying another word, she took him in her mouth and swallowed around him, moaning around his shaft. It sent vibrations down Hades’s dick, and he nearly blacked out from how good she felt.

“That’s it,” Hades grunted. Persephone continued to suck him down her throat, taking a little bit more of him each time. “You took all of me last night in that pretty cunt. I want to see you take all of me down your throat.”

Persephone moaned again around his cock, and Hades gave a hoarse shout. He tangled his fingers in her hair and started fucking her mouth gently at first, but Persephone kept making sweet little noises that pushed him over the edge. His pacing became erratic as he felt heat building at the base of his spine, threatening to push him over the edge with little warning.

He held off as long as he could, wanting to suspend himself forever in the tight, hot bliss that was Persephone’s mouth. Persephone pulled off his cock with a wet pop that nearly sent Hades over the edge. She caught her breath momentarily and leaned forward, flicking her tongue around the head.

“Come on now,” Hades smirked, his voice wrecked, “take me back down your throat like a good girl. If you want to stay in the Underworld, you must prove to me you have manners.”

Persephone sighed happily, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head. Hades was pleased she was enjoying the game as much as he was.

“Fuck you,” Persephone practically giggled before taking him in her mouth again.

Hades grunted, the beginnings of his release boiling in his veins.

“Touch yourself,” Hades commanded, rolling his hips and thrusting until he hit the back of her throat. Persephone obeyed, and his eyes grew dark at the sight of Persephone pinching her nipples. It sent him over the edge, and he was coming with a hoarse shout.

Persephone didn’t stop, drinking him down without hesitation. She gasped when he finally pulled away, his orgasm turning his bones to jelly. Persephone laughed, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the satisfied god on the bed.

“Does this mean I can stay in the Underworld?” she purred.

Hades scoffed, knowing that he was practically signing up for war but unable to deny her anything. He propped himself up on one elbow and smiled at her, already feeling immense affection for a goddess he’d known less than a day.

“Lick my cock clean, spring goddess, and I’ll consider it.” His voice was low, and Persephone feigned outrage. In retribution, she climbed back up on the bed, and it was a full day before anyone heard from either Persephone or Hades.

6

Persephone woke to the sound of scurrying and muffled voices. She grunted, blinking her eyes open and forcing herself to sit up in bed. Hades was standing in the doorway, his body blocking whomever he was talking to in the hallway. From the way his shoulders were tensed and the angry tone of his voice, Persephone could tell he wasn’t happy about something.

She stretched her arms out and flopped back down on the pillows. Whatever Hades was dealing with wasn’t her responsibility—and she was still basking in a post-orgasmic glow. She’d never slept so well before, which could partially be due to the fact that Demeter was in another realm entirely or the plentiful orgasms.

Persephone looked around, admiring the ornate bedroom. She’d stumbled into it on her first night in the Underworld and had been too preoccupied with Hades himself for the past day. It was as ornate and elaborate as the rest of the castle, everything in varying shades of black, carved from onyx or marble, and decorated with gemstones in the most innocuous places.

Hades shut the door to his bedroom with a slam, getting Persephone’s attention.

“What is it?” she hummed quietly, holding out a hand for him as he crossed the room towards her.

He’d dressed half-heartedly, wrapping a simple chiton around his broad frame and tying his hair back before answering the door.

Persephone was keen on ripping the offending fabric off his body and pulling his hair loose. Hades’s expression was grim. He took her hand and shook his head slowly.

“Zeus is here.”

A chill ran down Persephone’s spine as her happy glow evaporated, a foreboding sense of doom taking its place. Anxiety started to churn in her stomach as she squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to take a deep breath. Hades’s broad hand cupped her cheek as she heard him drop to his knees at the bedside.

“Persephone?” he asked quietly. Persephone fluttered her eyes open. “He can’t hurt you in my realm. You know that, right?” Persephone struggled through another deep breath.

“I know,” her voice was barely a whisper, “but he and my mother—”

“I know,” Hades repeated, cursing quietly under his breath. “Undoubtedly, he’s here on her behalf.”

“Do you know what he wants?” Persephone sat up straighter, determined to no longer be bullied by the Olympians. “I have free will. They can’t demand my return to Demeter.”

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