Seeds Volume Two

by M. M. Kin

  “You are offering me yourself? As a lady to her lord?” Hades whispered, barely reining in his enthusiasm, his voice tight with self-control.

  “Yes.” She was smiling faintly.

  “Oh, Persephone....” He quickly climbed onto the bed, his movement smooth and sleek much like an overgrown cat.

  “My lord.” She moaned softly, splayed on the bed, naked and inviting. He blanketed himself over her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. He settled his knees before lowering his hips, rubbing his aching manhood against her slit, causing her to arch and whine softly. Keeping himself propped up with one arm, he kissed the side of her face and neck, teasingly pressing into her a fraction of an inch before pulling out.

  “Mmph... Tell me...” He breathed, the tip of his manhood now at her opening, creating a light prodding motion, “Tell me how much you need me.” He slid in about an inch, encasing most of the swollen glans within her tight flesh. She groaned softly when he pulled out.

  “Hades. I need you. I cannot imagine anyone else for myself. I only want you and your touch. Please. Do not torment me. Take me. Make me yours.”

  He smiled down at her, his loving gaze showing her how much he enjoyed her words. He pushed back in, further now feeling her stiffen a bit at first before he stroked her arms, glancing at her with concern. She nodded, and he slid further, biting back a groan at the tightness that surrounded him.

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  There was a bit of soreness as she adjusted to him, and she bit her lip to muffle a small whimper. He remained within her, and she looked up into his eyes. Despite the lingering pain, she wanted more. She wrapped an arm around his middle as she reached with her other hand to cup his face before sliding her fingers down his throat and shoulder.

  Her breath hitched and she bucked against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The nails, short and neat, left red crescent marks in his back as she clung to him. This was what male and female had done for countless eons, as a natural process. She let out a soft moan as his body pressed into hers, and she arched her back, clenching around him.

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  Fuck. She was so tight and wet. It felt as if her body was trying to swallow him up. After several moments of just enjoying it, he started to thrust slowly. She responded more than eagerly, her gasps and wails filling the bedchamber. She was so delicious in every way, her noises making him ache even further.

  He thrust deeply and rocked his hips in fierce motions, unable to keep himself in control. Various forms of intimacy were enjoyable, but there was nothing like mating, of raw and wild passion brought together in the pure simplicity of heated union. She cried out his name, arching against him as he slid one hand to her hip to steady her as she wiggled against him.

  He thrust more wildly, spurred by her cries for more, and when he wasn't looking at her face, her bouncing and jiggling breasts had his rapt attention. She was enthusiastic about this, thrusting her hips back at him, clawing at his chest even as she begged for more. Her hair had come undone from the sash it was bound in earlier and now flowed along her shoulder in wild, silky tresses.

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  When he came, it was glorious, this hot explosion within her, causing her to give out a sudden gasp at the unexpected pleasure of his climax against her inner flesh. It was also plentiful, filling her up, causing warmth to radiate through her insides.

  Hades wasn't done, as she was soon to discover after he had allowed her a short rest.

  “I hope you found this experience to be meeting your expectations,” Hades whispered as he kissed and nuzzled the side of her neck.

  “Rest assured, it exceeded them.” She gave out a contented sigh when he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into a tighter embrace and showing her that he was still aroused. Even though she had been well-fucked mere minutes ago, the thought of another coupling excited her. Hades sat up, and she found herself positioned so that she was facing him while sitting in his lap. He leaned back, propped up by several large pillows. She steadied herself by placing her hands on his chest, and wiggled around, feeling his groin press against her own. She wiggled her hips upward, letting his manhood stand to full attention before lowering herself again. Keeping one hand on his chest, she reached down with her other one to grasp his engorged passion.

  “Seph...” He wiggled as she slowly lowered herself, using her grip on him to help steady the hard flesh as she slid it within herself. He felt her clenching around it, and she let go of him, sliding down with a suitably provocative wiggle to her hips. His hands slid up her thighs to her sides, squeezing gently.

  “It feels so good,” she purred, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She shifted her hips around, causing frissons of pleasure for both of them.

  “All for you,” he replied, stroking her sides before he bucked his hips upward. She gave out a low gasp before grinding downward, and he growled at her before he repeated his motion. The young goddess twisted and writhed against him, clenching around him as he held onto her. Reaching down with a hand, he found her sensitive nub and pressed against it, causing her to whimper as she continued writhing against him.

  “Who is your lord?” he whispered. She stared up at him with eyes that gleamed with raw need.

  “You are," she moaned, grinding against him as he continued to manipulate her, pressing against her aching clit. With a cry of exultation, she came, slumping forward and burying her face against his chest as she caught her breath. He stroked her hair and back, putting off his own orgasm for the moment as he ran his fingers along her body, feeling her faint trembles. After she had calmed a bit, he gently pushed her off him and hoisted her up so that she was on her hands and knees. She gave out a shuddering moan when he slammed into her from behind, his hands on her hips with an iron grip as he thrust into her roughly. She did not protest, and reveled in the pure animal force of Hades's passion. This was not the refined Lord of the Underworld or the dreaded Dark One. He was simply an impassioned male who was enjoying himself with the one he loved, and he certainly wasn't the only one enjoying this scenario.

  His roar of climax was much like a beast's own, and that thrilled her. It flattered her to know that she alone could drive the Dark God into such throes of ecstasy. Even after he had spent, he continued thrusting, remaining hard, his flesh plunging into her welcoming body as she kept herself steady – at least, as much as she could – enjoying the small aftershocks of orgasm that his continued attentions brought her. She gave out a low, shaky sigh when he finally pulled out of her. When she felt him gently press on her hip to make her lay down, she did not resist and let her body flop down. As she closed her eyes, she felt him stroke her cheek.

  “My love, you were simply stunning,” she heard him say. A faint smile tugged at her lips.

  “Thank you.” She curled up on the bed, exhausted from his fierce attentions and simply wishing for some rest. She knew that lovemaking was supposed to be intense, but she had never imagined it would be like that. It had been nothing short of incredible, and she felt her entire body suffused with the heat she often longed for.

  “Seeing you with that delightful flush on your cheeks makes me want you all the more,” his voice purred into her ear.

  “Please, Aidon....” She felt a hand massage her breast. “You... you are incredible... and overwhelming.”

  “Overwhelming? Do forgive me, I cannot help but desire you so much.”

  “Of course I forgive you.”

  “Just lie back, and let me love you." His lips rained down along her face and breasts, and his hands massaged her as he rolled her over onto her back. Under this treatment, she was only too happy to surrender to him again, feeling his heated flesh plunge into her with that savage and addicting rhythm. From her position, she could study his face and see the exciting mixture of desire, ecstasy, and need illustrated in his features. He bared his teeth in a handsome growl when he finally approached his climax and clenched his jaw as he continued thrusting. When he was done, she lay there, leaking the evidenc
e of his passion from her still-throbbing womanhood. She seemed not aware of anything around her, and was just barely conscious if even that.

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  She did not notice when Hades summoned a shade to fetch him something. The shade was back within a moment, bearing the object that its master had commanded. It faded back into nothingness as the Lord of the Dead turned back towards his bride, pomegranate in hand. He peeled back one section, revealing the dark inner flesh. Its many facets glistened wetly as he looked down at his blissful prisoner.

  “Persephone, you must be very thirsty... are you not?” he asked. Her lips were parched. She nodded slowly, her eyes remaining closed. He reached out to taper a finger along her lips. She kissed at his fingertips with a soft whimper. He leaned his head down to suck several pomegranate seeds out of the fruit, leaving their juice on his lips. When his lips touched hers, her tongue darted out to lick the juice off his lips. With a smile, he plucked out a seed.

  When he pressed his moistened fingers to her lips, she started kissing and licking them, and sucked the seed in between her teeth. She swallowed, and continued to suck his fingers.

  He withdrew his fingers and wet his lips with the pomegranate again, giving her another seed he had been holding carefully with his lips as he dropped it into her mouth. He plucked out one seed and then another to feed her by hand, her nimble tongue flicking out to taste the juice as she swallowed seeds. The darkly splendid juices refreshed her and sweetened her lips as she partook of the treat, feeling the satisfying crunch of the seed between her teeth.

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  He sat back, setting the fruit aside and looking down at her as she lay there loosely curled up, her hair a lovely, tangled mess around her peaceful countenance.

  “Sleep well, my love,” a voice whispered into her ear as the seeds slid down her chest and into her stomach, rooting themselves into her destiny.

  She was lulled into sleep, the flavor of pomegranates lingering on her lips along with its juice. Hades smiled down at her tenderly, stroking the side of her face before he sat back, eating more of the seeds. Her loins were still warm from the passion they shared, and her body was slumped in the exhaustion of an orgasmic afterglow. Hades admired the dark tint that the juice left on her lips and fingers.

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  Amidst the barren fields, Persephone heard an anguished wail. She spun around, seeing her mother standing tall, reaching truly Titanic proportions as she glared down at all the desolation before her, sickle in one hand, her other hand – the one that was usually holding wheat – empty. The earth trembled with Demeter's grief and wrath. Above her head, the heavens churned, bringing about bitter cold wind that lashed at the thin shift that Persephone wore.

  “Mama!” she called out, but Demeter seemed to not hear her.

  “For so long as my child remains in the Land of the Dead, the Earth itself will also be dead!" Demeter's voice boomed through the air, sounding much like thunder. Then she saw flashes of other gods, pleading with her mother, beseeching her to let go of her wrath, only Mother turned them all away. The world became darker and colder and still, Demeter raged on...

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  The Queen of the Underworld gave out a gasp as her eyes snapped open for a moment, registering her surroundings before she closed them again. As she stirred and slowly oriented herself, she felt a warm and muscular form against her own, an arm draped across her back. There was a vague soreness between her legs, and she rolled onto her back, opening her eyes as she stared up at the ceiling. Memories of the night before filtered into her mind. Hades had taken her, and oh gods, how incredible it had been! When he had put himself into her, it had felt just... right. It had been just the two of them – everything else had faded away, leaving them in their own private universe – and they had come together in an infinite series of glorious moments.

  And then as she had been floating along on the haze of the afterglow, he had given her wonderful sweetness. Lips against hers, and cool kernels that she had welcomed with both hunger and thirst, savoring its flavor and juice. Hades had whispered such loving words, and she had welcomed him...

  She blinked as she struggled to sit up. When she propped herself up on an arm, she saw the husk of a pomegranate, a few seeds left in the cream-colored husk, standing out against the ruby-hued comforter. As she licked her lips, she tasted the dried-up juice that had left a thin and sweet but slightly sticky film.

  The dream flashed before her eyes, and she looked down at the stain on her fingers. Seeds. She now remembered the feel of them sliding past her tongue, down her throat...

  “Persephone...” she heard him say. Her hands trembled as she looked up at him.

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  END OF BOOK TWO

  Notes

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  The exact details of the Tantalus, Sisyphus, and Danaid myths were modified by me, but not overly so, since I tried to keep the main elements of each tale. You can look them up on various sources if you wish to read the full tales of each, but I made a few interesting connections between several little-known facts.

  Princess Danae – the imprisoned maiden in the tower that was featured briefly near the beginning of this story – was the descendant of the final Danaid, Hypermenstra – 'blameless one' – since she eventually came to love the man she was given to after he respected her wish to remain a virgin on their wedding night. The couple created a new dynasty. Danae's name is no coincidence, and the dynasty that Hypermenstra gave birth to was the Danaian dynasty. The great heroes Perseus and Hercules were descendants of Danae, so one cannot help but wonder what would have happened if Hypermenstra's husband had chosen to take her by force, ensuring that all fifty bridegrooms died as King Danaus wanted. Greek history would have been very different, then!

  Tantalus was the forebear of House Atreus, his descendants committing many sinful and depraved acts. Some of Tantalus' descendants performed dishonorable deeds which included incest, cannibalism, and murder, earning them curses which would be carried through their bloodline, and as the generations went on, curse after curse was added. The descendants of this house included Menelaus and Agamemnon, though these curses ended when Orestes redeemed himself after praying to Apollo and Athena and doing as they told him.

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  I imagined Nyx to be more exotic-looking than the members of her extended family, almost like an Indian woman. Of course, she would still have Greek facial features, but I imagine the Goddess of the Night to have dark, dusky skin. I just couldn't imagine her with pale skin, though I have seen beautiful artworks that depict her as such and I do think she can look nice either way.

  As for Hekate, I imagined her as a more cheery character than she is often depicted in mythology, at least to her friends and loved ones. Mythology makes her such a fearful character, and some versions even make her older than the Olympians. Being associated with witchcraft inevitably brought her negative connotations with the rise of Christianity, so I wanted to make her personal character unique.

  In Rome, she was known as Trivia – literally 'three roads' – due to her being the guardian of the crossroads. In medieval times, 'trivia' came to mean the three ways (trivium) in education – grammar, rhetoric, and logic – think of our own current-day three R's. This was more of a primary school education, with the higher-education quadrivium being arithmetic, geometry, music, and astronomy, back then considered more challenging than trivium. Trivia came to mean what we know it as today in the 1960s, at Columbia University as part of a game, where people challenged one another with such 'trivial' questions. It was further popularized by the game shows that were becoming popular in this era. And of course, now we have 'Trivial Pursuit' and Tri-Bond.

  I hope you feel smarter for having learned trivia about Trivia!

  About the Author

  M.M. Kin has been interested in history and mythology since she was young and has been an avid reader for as long as she can remember. Her other interests include hiking, kayaking, and world domination. ‘Seeds’ is her f
irst series, and she is currently at work on more books.

  She can be contacted at ememkin@gmail.com

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