by Bella Klaus
Flinching, I twisted around in my seat and met his stricken eyes, which pinched around the corners with worry.
“Was that the bastard on the broomstick?” he asked.
“Pirithous,” I whispered out loud. “He’s been our butler since before I was born.”
Hades pinched the bridge of his nose. “Considering what Demeter did to warp your memories, his presence in your life could be decades or centuries.”
I nodded. “Did you leave him in the other throne room?”
“He’s hanging in the void.” Hades shifted in his throne. “I wanted to make sure you were alright before you confronted him.”
“Thanks.” I cleared my throat. “It’s just a shock to see him here. Do you think it’s some kind of trap?”
“Anything is possible with Demeter,” Hades said with a long sigh.
I sat up in my seat, inhaled a deep breath, and shook away the voices of confusion. “When will it ever end with Mother? I’m convinced she’s behind all the recent plant attacks, and I know she and the coven put those seeds in Dami’s stomach.”
Hades grunted his agreement. “This butler character of yours might have a few monsters germinating in his soul, too.” He took my hand and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles. “I can hand him over to the Furies. They’re the most vicious interrogators in Hell. Ten minutes under their claws, and he’ll beg them to take his secrets.”
I shook my head. “Let’s just see what he wants. Is there a barrier or a ward you can throw up around him in case this is a trap?”
Hades inclined his head. “That can be arranged, but are you sure you want to talk to him?”
“Yes.” I gave him a firm nod for emphasis. “The Fifth is my domain, not his or Mother’s. I’m ready to see him now.”
Hades tilted his head to the side and smiled, his eyes warm.
“What?” I said.
He shook his head. “You’ve accepted your place much faster than I’d ever dreamed, but I’d like to see you more relaxed for your meeting with the butler.”
My brows rose. “With an elixir?”
“Did you know that spunk can increase a woman’s confidence by fifty-two percent?”
“You’re making that up,” I said with a scoff.
“Am I?” He grinned. “Would you be interested in testing that hypothesis?”
My gaze darted around the empty throne room. “Here?”
“I’ve always wanted to consecrate this room.” He rose off his seat and stood in front of my throne.
The pulse between my legs quickened, bringing with it the heat of my arousal. I licked my lips and swept my gaze up the leather that skimmed every hard contour of his body. “What are you doing?”
Hades dropped to his knees. “Prostrating myself before my queen.”
A breath caught in the back of my throat, and all the butterflies in my stomach took flight. They fluttered through my insides, caressing my lower belly, my libido, my lurching heart. Shallow breaths puffed from my lips, and I swallowed over and over, staring down into Hades’ fiery gaze.
He placed his hands on my thighs. “Will you allow me to be your humble servant?”
“That depends on what you’re offering.”
“Full use of my silver tongue.” He licked his lips. “Complete and utter oral servitude until you’re twitching and spasming on my face.”
The heat between my legs flared into a furnace, but I kept my features even. I drummed my fingers on my bottom lip, pretending to think through his temping proposal. “Very generous…”
“And I’ll infuse you with the most powerful relaxant known to have ever existed,” he added.
“This will be your magical spunk?”
“How about it, Your Majesty?” He waggled his brows. “Will you let this devoted yet devastatingly delicious devotee worship at your altar?”
A giggle burst from my lips. “Alright, then.”
Hades sniffed. “You could at least sound more regal.”
Sitting straighter on my throne, I cleared my throat and pointed a finger between his eyes. “You there,” I said, trying to sound like Alice in Wonderland’s Queen of Hearts. “Give me pleasure this instant or you will lose your head.”
“Yes, my queen,” he said with a happy sigh.
In the blink of an eye, the crotch of my amour vanished, and cool air swirled over my damp folds. My gaze dropped down to my lap. “What did you just do?”
He parted my thighs, laying me bare. “I couldn’t exactly mouth at you through all that leather.” His thumbs rubbed a firm path over the hide of my armor, sending ripples of sensation up my inner thighs. “When I saw you electrocute that oaf with your lightning, I wanted to eat your sweet pussy until you came apart on my tongue.”
My lips parted to let out an excited breath. Hades had said a lot of things while I’d wielded my power, but I hadn’t imagined he would follow through so quickly.
He spread my legs even further, his features falling slack with a mix of fascination and lust. “My cock aches so much from seeing you all hot and wet for me,” he said with a groan. “I can’t wait to have a taste.”
The pulse in my throat fluttered with anticipation, but the pulse between my legs throbbed. Right now, my clit was so swollen that the mere puff of his hot breath against my folds made the muscles of my core spasm.
My nipples tightened. My lips parted. My breath came in shallow pants. Every nerve ending on my body screamed for attention, making me cry out, “Get to work!”
His deep chuckle sent a tingle across my skin. “I thought you would never ask.”
Hades ran the flat of his tongue around my clit, making imaginary sparks explode across my sex. My legs tried to clamp around his head, but he held me open.
“I love the way you taste,” he moaned. “You’re a banquet I want to savor for the rest of my life.”
Warmth filled my heart, but it quickly turned to molten heat when he put his thick fingers inside me and stretched me open. I cried out, squeezing the digits as he continued circling my sensitive nub.
One hand gripped the throne’s arm, while the other threaded through his hair, holding Hades in place. It wasn’t like he was going anywhere. Not when he groaned his appreciation while flicking and licking my swollen clit.
I threw my head back, and surrendered to the pleasure, letting him take me wherever he desired. Pleasure pooled around my clit, increasing in intensity with his enthusiastic ministrations. Sitting here on this throne with the Demon King between my legs gave me the biggest pleasure and the biggest head rush.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he growled.
Liquid rapture engulfed my sex, which continued to tighten around his finger. When he added another, my breath stopped, and I slumped against the headrest, my legs spasming.
“I could cum in my pants from your responses.”
“Don’t,” I said.
His devilish laugh reverberated across my folds. “Nothing could ever stop me from getting my cock sucked.”
“You say the naughtiest things,” I said from between clenched teeth.
“Then teach me a lesson and smother me with your juices.” He clamped his lips around my clit, giving it a firm suck.
A bolt of pleasure shot through my core. It exploded, sending out a tsunami of molten ecstasy through my entire body. I spasmed around his fingers, which continued sliding in and out of me and prolonging my climax.
Hades’ tongue slowed to a gentle rhythm as he pleasured me through the orgasm. As the convulsions faded to a gentle bliss, he pulled out his fingers and licked me clean.
“You taste so divine,” he murmured. “If I dined on you every day of my life, I would still hunger for more.”
“Bloody hell,” I whispered. “That was amazing.”
He placed several kisses along my seam before replacing the crotch of my armor and rising to his feet and staring down at me with a wicked grin. “Feel better about meeting your butler?”
“No,” I said.
/> His features fell. “Your Majesty?”
I grabbed his wrist, pulled him close, and wrapped my legs around the back of his knees. After adjusting my seat so my head was level with his crotch, I said, “You promised me a mouthful of magical spunk.”
The smile he gave me stole my breath. “I couldn’t possibly disappoint my queen.”
“Not if you want to remain my humble servant.” Picturing Hades’ erection, I willed the armor away.
It disappeared, leaving him completely naked. Hades’ eyes burned with the flames of desire.
“Show me your wings,” I said.
His brows rose. “You like them?”
I gave him an eager nod. “They’re rather magnificent.”
His wings unfurled and stretched out beyond his broad shoulders, blocking most of the light. I let my gaze wander down from his flaming eyes to his full lips, his strong jaw and his collarbones. Stretching a hand, I traced my fingers over the perfect planes and contours of his chest, which rose and fell with rapid breaths.
“Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now,” he growled.
My gaze flicked up to his face, and I ran my tongue along my bottom lip. “Hmmm?”
Nostrils flaring, he tracked the movement with his eyes. “You are an absolute delight.”
I dropped my gaze down his tight abs, and to the erection standing to attention. It was long and thick and utterly mesmerizing, with a purpling tip that glistened with clear fluid.
My mouth watered, and I leaned forward in my throne to get a better look. I wanted Hades so much, I didn’t care if his theory about the health benefit of semen was bullshit. What did I care, when I had him and his relentless devotion?
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked it up and down.
Hades rocked forward and groaned. “Kora—”
“Your Majesty,” I said.
“Of course,” he rasped.
A smile curved my lips. Hades could have mentioned that queens didn’t orally pleasure their humble servants, but I guessed he really wanted that blowjob.
He pulsed and swelled at my fingers, making me squeeze my thighs together and stifle a moan. Any other time, I would have demanded that we teleport to one of the bedrooms to have sex, but I was still curious about what had happened to Pirithous.
I shook the thought of the butler from my mind. All I needed right now was the Demon King in front of me, and this gorgeous shaft.
Hades’ feathers ruffled, bringing my attention away from his glistening cock-head to his face.
He raised a brow. “There was talk of a certain queen demanding a mouthful of my jizz?”
I placed a soft kiss on his slit, making him hiss through his teeth. “Patience, humble servant.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said, sounding decidedly more impatient.
“Alright.” I slipped my other hand beneath his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze before fondling them between my fingers.
Hades shuddered. “You’re keeping me waiting on purpose.”
“Hmmm.” I ran my tongue over his slit and lapped up the tangy fluid. Once I’d licked him clean, I wiggled it from side to side over the ridge at the underside.
Hades’ growl of approval reverberated across my sex, and my core clenched with the remembered orgasm. Parting my lips, I slipped him into my mouth and sucked.
His knees buckled a little, making my chest fill with triumph. Hades had probably seen everything—done it all over his tens of thousands of years of life experience—yet there was something I could do to make him react.
“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth. “You’re a natural at this.”
Parting my jaws wide to take in his immense girth, I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, being careful not to take him in too deeply in case I gagged. As I pulled back, I swirled my tongue around him, enjoying his masculine scent.
I memorized every vein, every ridge, every contour of his shaft, enjoying the different shapes and textures of his erection. I licked, sucked, twisting my tongue to work out what made Hades moan the loudest. My hands worked his length up and down as I pleasured him with my mouth, and make him shiver and shake and shudder.
Hades made shallow thrusts against my bobbing, increasing the friction. I relaxed the muscles of my throat, trying to get more of him down.
“You’re perfect,” Hades said, his voice strained. He cupped the side of my cheek, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “Do you love my cock as much as I love your pussy?”
I hummed around my mouthful and nodded.
“Do that one more time, and I’ll cum so hard, you’ll be oozing with liquid confidence.”
Right then, I was so giddy with joy that I couldn’t help it—I giggled around his length.
Hades sped up his thrusts and came with a roar, filling my throat with warm, thick fluid. I swallowed over and over around him, continuing to massage his balls until he pulled out.
He swooped down and captured my lips with a heated kiss that made my skin tingle. It was dominant, demanding, and he devoured me with every stroke of his tongue.
“I’ve never adored anyone as much as I adore you,” he murmured into the kiss.
An explosion of joy detonated in my heart. Maybe he hadn’t exaggerated about the benefits of his cum, because I’d never in my life felt so powerful and confident.
Hades drew back, his eyes shining with love, and he returned to his throne.
I patted his hand. “Thanks for looking out for me.”
“Anything for my darling wife.” He cupped the side of my face and brought his lips to mine in a kiss so sweet that my heart fluttered.
It was soft and chaste and nothing like the foul-mouthed Demon King who knew how to extract every ounce of pleasure from my body and make me beg for more.
My heart soared. Hades was everything to me—handsome, sexy, clever, caring, and generous. How could anyone possibly hold so much animosity for a man who had the makings of such a great husband?
He drew back, his eyes soft and shining with love. “I’ll encase him in seven layers of the strongest wards. At the first sign of Demeter’s double-dealing, I’ll raze this room with Hellfire and transport you to the inner sanctum.”
“That sounds like a brilliant plan.” I leaned across the throne and gave him a peck on the cheek.
Now, it was time to face the man who had featured so heavily in my past.
Chapter Nineteen
Hades flicked his wrist, and Pirithous appeared on the red carpet thirty feet away, encased in an iridescent bubble. The butler glanced about his surroundings, his eyes wide, before pulling down his bloody waistcoat, and shifting his posture into one of cool composure.
“You wanted to address Queen Hades?” Hades said, sounding bored.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Pirithous inclined his head. “I have information of the utmost importance.”
Hades leaned forward on his throne. “Tell us.”
Pirithous cleared his throat. “In exchange for this vital information, I need assurances that you won’t cast me into the punishment pits.”
“Where do you want to go?” I asked with a frown.
“The twentieth century Savannah quarters of the Asphodel Meadows.” Pirithous smoothed down his waistcoat. “There’s a young lady of my acquaintance who I understand—”
“Do you want a happy ever after?” Hades raised his brows.
Pink spots bloomed on the butler’s cheeks. “Even one such as I, who has served the Olympians faithfully for two thousand years, is deserving of a rest.”
“But you were my jailor my entire life,” I said.
His features fell, and he stepped toward me, only to bump into a semi-transparent barrier that shone like a soap bubble. “Miss Kora—”
“You will address my wife as Your Majesty,” Hades roared.
I flinched at the severity in his tone and sat straighter in my seat. Hades was so protective. Placing my hand on his, I turned to Pirithou
s and said, “How do we know this information is worthwhile?”
“Mistress Ceres—”
“You will refer to everyone by their original names.”
The butler’s eyes bulged. “Of course, Your Majesty,” he said in a low voice. “Mistress Demeter was so incensed that I allowed you to leave the mansion that she tore out my heart in a fit of rage.”
“That doesn’t prove anything apart from your failure to keep my wife restrained,” Hades said.
Pirithous pulled at his starched collar and grimaced. “As the reapers came for my soul, she pleaded with them to give me a second chance.”
I leaned forward, my eyes wide. “Why?”
“Apparently, she feared this very moment.”
Hades and I remained silent, waiting for him to explain himself.
I whispered into the bond, “Do you think he has anything useful?”
“Unlikely,” Hades replied. “How much do you want to bet he’ll ramble on about your mother’s collections of oversized dildos?”
A shudder ran down my spine. “Hades!”
“She was always so uptight, and she’s going to need them more than ever now that she’s married that cockless bastard.”
My hand drifted to my throat. I resented Mother with a passion and would give up her secrets, but there was still no way I would tell Hades about the massive erection I spotted on the Zeus statue. He wouldn’t stop cracking jokes that would make me cringe.
Pirithous coughed into his gloved hand. “Now that I am no longer loyal to Mistress Demeter, I am at liberty to use her every secret to bargain for a better afterlife for myself.”
“You’re going to have to give us something better than that,” Hades drawled.
“He’s right,” I added. “Tell us something she doesn’t want me to know. If I find it useful, we can negotiate.”
“Alright.” He bowed his head, staring at his feet as though gathering the courage to betray Mother.
I glanced at Hades, who rolled his eyes and said into our connection, “Stupid bastard is still loyal to her.”
“Maybe he’s been brainwashed,” I replied with a frown. “That’s the only way to explain why he’s hesitating even after she killed him.”
