Page 95 of Hades and Persephone: Crown of Souls

“What are you doing?” I rasp without stealing that breath.

My lungs burn.

She shrugs from the robe, letting it fall to a shimmery pool that catches in the shifting light of the ceiling.

She looks like temptation.

I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard in this form.Ever.

I stand stone still, unwilling to let my eyes drift from where they hold hers. She has no such compunction. Her eyes drift languidly down my body to land on my cock. I feel her gaze like a touch.

My cock weeps. My balls are so full of want for her; my dick can no longer contain it.

I grind my jaw.

She wets her lovely lips with a tongue I imagine lapping at the seed I spill.

Tartarus. My fists tighten.

She steals another step. Little more than an arm’s length stands between us now. The urge to flee for her life wars with the need to take what ismine.

She catches me entirely by surprise as she presses her palm to my chest. Horror lashes like a whip against my soul. I know my eyes are impossibly wide as they fall from hers to the palm that presses into my chest and—it’s not in flames.

Her flesh isn’t melting from her bone. Blisters don’t boil the delicate skin of her arm.

How?

My eyes snap to hers when she says firmly, “I feel no pain but the empty ache in my womb.”

Her womb…

Empty…

I’d tried relentlessly to fill her womb in her past life and had failed.

How could anyone expect the God of Death to have anything other than dead seed?

Struck by the shock that she is touching me, I am unable to move as she lifts her other palm to my chest, stroking me. Exploring.

Impossible.It can’t be possible that this human woman is doing what even the most powerful Gods and Goddesses can’t do. She is touching the embodiment of torment,unscathed.

And it feelsfucking good.

Pleasure frees a dark rumble in the deep of my throat. Her green eyes, so fucking lovely, flick up to mine all wide and doe like. Innocent.

She is a seductress.

Her fingertips drift slowly down my core, muscles flexing and bunching under her tender touch. Something this form has never experienced in all the millennia’s I’ve lived.

It is exquisite.

I am addicted.

A moan escapes from the prison of my pleasure. Her lips twist into a delighted smile.

My dick throbs, lengthening toward her.

She drops to her knees andfuck me,her little hand grips my base.

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