Page 145 of Seeking Hades' Ember

“It's for you. Our home away from home. I can add or take away anything you like. It is just one bedroom, so your parents must go back once they are done visiting.” His dirty chuckle brushed my ear, causing ripples of pleasure to race down to my heart.

"But what if I wanted a second bedroom?" Hades’ hand went up the front of my shirt, exposing my thighs and exposed pussy. One finger traced my nipple while I gasped.

"One for Cerberus and Blaze? Fine, I'll create another bedroom for them." His nose traced my collar bone, and my knees almost buckled.

"No, for someone else," I whispered. Hades’ fingers tickled my sides and started to rub the folds of my lower lips.

"Then for who?" Nipping my shoulder, I grabbed his hand away from my pussy; as hard as it was to make him stop, I had to tell him. Moving his hand to my belly, I caressed his hand as it laid flat against it.

"For him... or her…" My voice faded, Hades' body stiffened.

"Ember, I thought you understood?" He tried to turn around, but I cupped his cheek.

"Hades, you are going to be a father." His eyes widened, shocked, he pulled back from me. The rush of hurt flooded my face while he stood to look at me. I cradled the non-existent bump with both hands. "Hecate confirmed it. I'm still early. I'm sure if you put your ear up to my stomach you could hear it."

"That isn't possible," he shook his head.

"It is, when I bit you, you took on some of my healing ability, a part of me. You aren't sterile anymore."

Hades

Were my ears deceiving me? Did she just say she was pregnant and with my child? Of course, it would be my child; she would never stray. But I am sterile; I cannot have children. Hecate said so herself so long ago when we were still young.

My time simmering in Kronos' stomach had ruined my chances to conceive. Besides, I was the bringer of death, the King of the tortured souls. I shouldn't have been granted to have such a precious thing. To help bear life and to pass my seed onto the next generation of gods. Yet here I stand, my mate in front of me, cradling the invisible bump that will soon be heavy with child. My mate was carrying a child I never thought to ever exist.

Ember's eyes filled with sadness as I stepped away, but this was something to process. Was I going to be a good father? What would the child say when it went to school and their friends found out I was death? The one who punishes and gives no mercy. Would my child still love me?

Would my child still love me knowing that I almost betrayed their mother, that I was the epitome of evil for so many years and kidnapped an innocent god and tried to force her to love me? My own sins and torment flooded my mind. All I could see was the blackness, the terrible things I had done. But the gentle hand that caressed my arm was none other than my mate. My mate held onto me like a lifeline; her thoughts, feelings, and projections of love to my soul pulled me from the darkness.

"Hades," she cooed. Her hand grazed the stubble on my still bloodied chin. "You will be a wonderful father; your doubt is your only downfall. You are fierce in your own right, and you will protect your child with all the ferocity as you protect me. You have not failed this child or me; you and I made this child out of love and devotion for one another. Amazing, talented, and my wonderful devil, you will be a father. You will not be known as just King of the Underworld but a protective parental figure to your children."

My heart damn near exploded.

Pulling Ember close to me, my lips found her in an instant, and my mouth engulfed hers. Her warm body, her intoxicating scent dove into my nose, we became lost in each other.

My body slid down hers, my ear rubbing against her womb. Hearing not only my Ember's heart but a tiny flutter that flew in the background. Our baby.

Pulling her to the master shower, I threw on the water, crashing my mouth to hers. Our bodies were wet with the pouring water; our clothes were drenched. The outline in her black shirt enhanced her nipples and hips that had me screaming to take her.

"Is it safe to?" My voice trailed while I waited for permission to fuck her. I needed to be closer, in her and with her, but I dare not hurt my future child. Ember giggled and ripped my leather vest with a claw.

"Their head my get poked but nothing major." Her head was thrown back with laughter, tears sprouting her eyes as my face turned white.

"I'm kidding." Ember's hand went straight to my dick, still as hard as a rod of steel. "No harm would come to our child, Hades. I promise. "You can bend me over and have me any way you want.” The blood, dirt, and grim slid off our bodies while I washed her.

Taking it slow, my hand trailed up and down each arm, leg, and torso. Exerting my fingers, I trailed down to her pussy; the arousal hit the air, and with the extra moisture in the shower, it only engulfed my senses into complete euphoria. Two fingers slipped between her folds; her core was wet, spilling onto my fingers as the rest of the shampoo rinsed from my hair. Ember's nails scratched my scalp when I thrust another finger up her pussy. The carnal desire to lick between her small folds was heavy as she withered beneath me.

My opened mouth came down to hers as she yearned for more of my touch. Hands reached around, arching her back while my fingers thrust so hard, it put her on her toes. The large shower bench was begging me to bend her over. Her ample cleavage brushed against me, second-guessing me bending her over, wanting to test the weight of her swollen breasts.

Dick decided for me, we wanted her ass. She crashed before I slipped my fingers from her cavern; before she could come down from her high of her climax, I bent her over, her nubs scraping the cold marble of the bench.

"Hades," rasping heavily, I lined my cock to her pussy. I entered my aching bulge into her; her whine filled the heated room. Taking my right hand, I put it around her neck, giving a gentle squeeze, and my other hand rubbed her clit while my hips charged her. Immediately, Ember's ass tilted upward, giving me ample room to plunge right into her g-spot. Crying out in ecstasy, her hair flew back and hit me in the face. Long strands decorated her back and my face while I smelled her essence.

My thrusts became frantic, reaching my peak. Squeezing her neck tighter, Ember's hand came around to grab my balls, milking them at the moment they tried to retract into my body; my seed came forth and buried deep within her womb. A womb that carried my child, our child.

Pride radiated from my chest. My body had finally done something I've always wanted. Give my mate pleasure and give us both a child made by both of our love.

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