Page 101 of Hades and Persephone: Crown of Souls

The idea that I haven’t brought her there fills me with a feeling of inadequate rage, and through the exhaustion that is beginning to slow the magma that runs in my veins, I manage to pick up the pace.

Her head rolls against my chest. She moans, “Hades…”

“Come for me, Persephone,” I beg. “I need to see you come.”

“You come,” she dares in return.

Fuck! Why the fuck can’t I come?

I fuck her like a wild demon set loose on the world. She screams and moans and pleads for more and I swear to Tartarus, she’s crying. Every sound she makes edges me on. Pleasure andpain and a need formoreclash violently as I plunge deep again, and again.

I follow her when she pitches forward, her exhaustion weakening her limbs to jelly, and still, her ass pushes into me as though she just can’t help herself. Can’t help but take more even through the exhaustion.

She lays weakly in the shallow water, her head to the side, cheek to stone. My body curves around hers, and even as my muscles shake, I am careful to keep my weight from crushing her fragile form. She whimpers as my thrusts take a gentle, exhausted turn as I push my knee into the back of hers and lift her knee for better access to stroke slowly in and out of her body.

“Hades,” she calls my name, and through flaming eyes I watch her face.

She’s so beautiful when she cries. She’s so beautiful all the time.

I dip my head and run my mouth across the blade of her shoulder. Goosebumps rise on her flesh, even though I’m hotter than the spill of magma from the heart of a world ending volcanic eruption.

Amazing.

“You’re so beautiful,” I grunt the words through slow, measured thrusts.

She feels so good. So pure and crafted just for me.

Her eyes drift open, and she looks back at me over her shoulder. “You’re beautiful too, Hades.”

Not like this, little goddess.

As though privy to my thought, she whispers, “You are, Hades. You’re so beautiful even in this form you think is so monstrous. I love you. I love the light and the dark that lives inside you.” Her breath hitches as I thrust deep, rooting my tip in her womb and leaving it there. Suddenly, this is what feels right. This position. With her beneath me, my cock rooted in thewomb it was made to fill. As though she hasn’t cut deep enough inside me, she continues, “I feel like I’m safest when you’re in this form. Like you’d burn the realms down if it meant keeping me safe.”

I would.

I would sacrifice every last soul in every last realm just to ensure that the heart in her chest continued to sing that beautiful lullaby it sang to me now.

“I love you, little goddess.” The words feel lacking. But there are no words with the power to convey the magnitude of my feelings for this tiny human woman with the soul of a goddess.

I take her mouth in mine and feelsomething new.

Pressure. In my cock and behind my fangs.

Make her yours and keep her safe.The tongueless words drift in threads of three as they weave their knots into my mind.

I know who they are like I’ve known every other time I’ve heard them, even though such communications have been rare. The tongueless Moirai. The three sisters of Fate.

Venom drips down my chin as the pressure mounts in my cock.

I will not take her soul without her understanding the cost.

The disembodied voices of those with no tongues reverberate inside my mind.Then tell her the cost. Show her the price that will be paid. Take her to Asphodel City.

I growl a low and desperate sound. I’ve avoided taking her to Asphodel City since I brought her into the Underworld. I have my reasons.

She is my reason.

I feel the moment the Moirai disconnect from this moment. From my mind.

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