Page 124 of Seeking Hades' Ember

A thumb pricked my puckered hole as I gasped. "Shh, just relax.” Hades' cock twitched as he continued to rock his muscular hips. His strong abs and lower torso flexed as his dancing hips swiveled to use his cock into every crevice. Becoming lost at the feeling, my body spasmed, ripping my orgasm through me as I felt his thumb enter my ass. It was a full feeling as my body tried to get rid of the foreign object. The fullness of my ass and pussy made me yell out in pleasure and confusion.

This wasn't supposed to be happening; why was I becoming so turned on? Gripping the sheets, Hades let out a sigh of content as he put his thumb in and out. My body shook at the aftershocks of my orgasm. There was no time to stop; Hades had yet to find his release, which was soon. Feeling his balls tighten on my inner thigh, I reached my hand around to fondle his large balls, only to be curious all the same about his wandering finger. Unfortunately, my body could not stretch enough, but another thought entered me.

Taking my wet essence from my pussy I trailed my finger just under his balls and massaged the area next to his own forbidden zone. His thrusts stopped as he let out a war cry that could be heard to the territory border. Thick ropes of seed spilled into me. My body was full; he had filled me in both love and his own body fluids that now dripped from me. I continued to rub him as his orgasm progressed and more and more of his seed continued to flow. The tight jaw, his flexed arm, and chest muscles stirred nothing but want and love. He was by far the most beautiful man, god, being I had ever met, and he was just for me.

Hades' breath heaved as his seed continued to be milked by my by quaking core; his dick never became flaccid as he reluctantly pulled from me. Falling to my backside, he wrapped his arms around me. Minty breath fanned my hair while his harsh breaths flowed.

"Now that was something to wake up to," Elea spoke up. "What happened to the innocent little angel he always talked about?" I snickered and waited for Hades to catch his breath, only to find him already asleep. Pulling out of his hold, I rolled over to pet his face. This beautiful face could be of an angel, but he was far from it. He was my devil, my Satan. All these names were to evoke fear in those around him. Hades was to make people fear him because of what he controlled, the dead. The taker of life. The Underworld and all that dwelled within it were under his control.

Hades sleeps, and when he sleeps, he looks nothing short of the handsome mate of mine. Petting his brilliant blonde hair, I ease up out of bed, Hoping to catch a shower before I am pounced on again.

The wood floor was cold, and a few splinters still rose from the boards. The cabin was made in haste when mom had it built, she said. It was all for mating Wolves anyway and had to make not one of these cabins but ten. Luckily we were given the larger, sturdier ones.

Glancing at the kitchen table, the black box sat still. I wanted nothing more than to touch the Sphere again, hold it in my own hands like I had done in the fire. It still beckoned me to grab it, or was it my own selfish desires? Gripping my hands tightly, I remembered the extra something falling between my legs. I chuckled a bit as I entered the large bathroom to shower the mess away.

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Hades still slept in the bed, exhausted. This wasn't like him to be so tired, but we have been busy for the past week. Never thought gods would sleep, but maybe they were more like us than we realized. They ate, slept, and had sex; we were made in their image for the most part.

We were just a step closer. Soon we would be able to relax and be with each other. Start a whole new life. I had been granted a gift, several actually. The ten or so years being locked away and being a slave was just a small price to pay by gaining such a large family. Not just my pack but the gods as well.

Not wanting to disturb Hades or anger him by leaving the cabin, I sat in front of the black box, palms down on either side. Such an ordinary-looking thing to be harboring the famous Sphere that helps match all the souls. My fingers itched, itched to open it. I felt like Pandora getting ready to open the box of monsters, yet I knew what was inside. It was the Sphere, the one I was supposed to find. Surely that meant I was to touch it too? Why shouldn't I touch it?

"Just touch the damn thing," Elea spat as she rolled her eyes. "I swear you ask more questions than any other human I've heard talking. Just open it."

Rolling my eyes rather dramatically, I inched forward. "Can't help but question everything," I muttered.

Taking the tip of my index finger, I pushed up on the lid. Barely opening it, I peeked inside. It still had the dark, blue glow and the beautiful marbling of souls dancing around it. The bioluminescent inside it did nothing for my empathy ability but strengthen it. My heart strummed to its own tune as I saw several silhouettes come to one side of the Sphere. Lifting the lid more until I finally took it off, I put both my eyes on the two figures. They glowed when they touched each other, just the hint of glow that made them barely there. My emotions felt it, however. Felt not only the love but the connection when the two figures touched.

Fingers trembling, I took my index finger to touch the outside of the Sphere; the closer I got, the closer their soul touched mine. Concentrating, I squinted my eyes to see who it might be. Finger grazing one ghost, I saw Vulcan in my mind. He's smiling, but he is also urging. Urging for me to move me to find his missing pieces. He glanced at the figure that was being held in his hand. Taking my other index finger, I put it on the figure next to him and find none other than Tamara smiling back at me.

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