Page 70 of Hades

The two older women that I had held the door for scoff at our public display of affection. But I don’t care.

Dropping two one-hundred-dollar bills on the table, I stand Aradia up, grab her hand, and lead her out of the restaurant. Once we’re outside, I pull her against the building, my cock rock-hard, and she lets out a little squeal as I wrap my arms around her and press her body against mine.

“My apartment isn’t far,” she purrs, lifting up on her tippy toes to kiss me again. Her apartment could be next door, and it would be too far. Wrapping my arms around her, we disappear from the streets of downtown Boston, and when I release her, we’re standing in her apartment.

“Walking would have taken far too long.” I smile.

She looks around, clearly stunned at the sudden change of scenery. “How do you do that?” she asks. “You know what, never mind, you can tell me later. I need you so badly right now,” she breathes out.

Grabbing her by the waist, I pick her up, walk over to the small kitchen island, and set her on top. “I love this little floral dress,” I confess as I spread her legs and run my hands up her bare thighs. Her skin is so fucking soft that it feels like silk under my fingers. When my fingers get to the V between her legs, I can feel how wet she is through her panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I groan as I slide her to the edge of the counter. I want to take my time with her and savor every inch of her body, but the scent of her arousal is driving me crazy.

Hooking one finger in her panties, I pull them aside and I drop to my knees. Her legs rest on my shoulders as her knees fall to the side, opening her up to me completely. The first swipe of my tongue through her glistening slit is like heaven.

“Oh. God,” she whimpers as she leans back and rests on her elbows.

My tongue laps at her wetness, which coats my lips and drips down my chin. My girl is as hungry for me as I am for her. Sliding two fingers into her greedy pussy makes her moan, and when I add a third, her back arches off the marble. Teasing her clit with my tongue as I pump my fingers into her, she screams as her body tightens and pulses around my fingers.

“Fuck me, Hades. Please!” she cries out.

When I hear her begging me to fuck her, my free hand can’t undo the button on my jeans quick enough. Rising, my pants fall to the floor as I pulse my fingers inside her, letting her ride out her orgasm as she comes on my hand.

Her face is flushed as I pull her back up to sit. “You taste so fucking good,” I growl as I tease her lips with my wet fingers. “Open, see how good you taste,” I demand as I slide my fingers into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moans as she sucks them clean.

Gripping my cock, I stroke it a few times as Aradia watches. “You’ve got me so fucking hard I’m about to explode,” I tell her as I tease her greedy little pussy with the head of my dick.

“Please, Hades, it’s been so long,” she pleads as she tries to coax my cock to her entrance by rocking her hips. The head slips inside her as I grab hold of her hips and pull her to me, impaling myself to the hilt in one thrust.

“Fuck,” I moan out because it has been far too long since I’ve felt her body wrapped around mine. Thrusting my hips forward, her pussy makes a magnificent squelching sound as her arousal drips down my balls. I’m not going to last long, she feels too perfect.

“I want to see you, Hades,” Aradia pants. “I want you as you truly are.”

With barely a thought, my body surges with power. My fiery horns protrude from my head, and my eyes flicker with the flames of the Phlegethon. For a moment, my heart stops beating until I see Aradia smile.

“I fucking love you,” I tell her as my cock swells and I pour my release and soul into her.

She’s panting and riding out the last waves of her orgasm, and she couldn’t be more beautiful if she tried. When she gazes up at me, I almost expect to see fear or, at very least, disgust as she looks at the monster I really am.

Instead, her emerald eyes are filled with nothing but love.

HADES

Six months later

“Happy birthday to you.”

“Happy Birthday to you.”

“Happy Birthday, dear Scarlett.”

“Happy Birthday to you.” We sing to Scarlett, who sits held up by her mother in front of an enormous cake, ready to destroy it with her fists, while Alastor snaps pictures with some 80’s retro camera he picked up on eBay.

The entire scene seems so normal. Children and wolf pups are running around the upstairs area of The Firehouse which is decorated with balloons, streamers, and even a bounce house. The only thing odd is that this is still a bar on the banks of the river Styx.

I grip Aradia’s hand and pull her into my lap. “I can’t believe you got me to come to this party,” I whispered in her ear.

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