by Alisha Rai
She hesitated but turned when he made a twirling gesture. Her ass was full and round, bare but framed by the garter and corset. It made an enticing picture.
Paying no attention to her jump of surprise, he palmed a cheek and roughly massaged the flesh. “I love your ass,” he murmured. “I love your whole body. It’s like it was made for me. Only for me.”
It took him a second to realize the import of what he’d bleated aloud. Growling in frustration at himself, he grabbed her hips and spun her around. She teetered, steadying after she grasped his forearms for balance.
“Take me out,” he demanded. He spread his legs to give her room to work the buttons on his trousers, which were stretched tight over the bulge of his erection. The slightly bent-over position she was in made her tits hang down like ripe fruit. Unable to resist, he leaned forward and licked the top of those mounds, finding them delicious as usual. She stiffened, her hands stopping their work. He released his hold on the chair’s arms to cradle her breasts and bring them to his mouth. He knew what pleased her. She always liked it when he sucked hard, lashing at the nipple with his tongue, so he did that now, bringing a high-pitched cry from her mouth.
“Don’t stop,” he drew away to tell her. “Take me out. Play with me.”
She trembled. He loved it when he made her shake with need. It made him feel ten feet tall. “I can’t concentrate,” she said.
He released her, giving no heed to her pitiful whimper. “Then I’ll stop distracting you.”
“Jerk.”
The word lacked heat, and he grinned. He’d come to read her body well, and he knew she needed him badly. “On your knees, female. Maybe that will help you focus.”
She shot him a mock-glare. Her fingers resumed their mission as she sank to the subservient position. He had to grit his teeth as those delicate fingers touched and rubbed him through the leather. When she finally managed to get the fly open, his cock almost ran out to greet her, pushing into her hands. The blessed feel of her warm palm over him made him want to shout for joy and pump into her hand for as long as necessary to get him off.
“Persephone…” He shoved his hips up, groaning as her hand slipped up the shaft and back down, the better to feel that softness all around him.
“What order would you like to give me now, Lord Hades?”
He slit his eyes at her mocking emphasis on Lord. Impertinent baggage. “Make me come.”
Her hand jacked him again, and he spread his legs wider, an invitation to continue. Idly, as if she wasn’t kneeling at his feet in a scandalous corset and playing with his naked cock, she tilted her head. “With my hands? Or my mouth?”
He swallowed, the thought of Persephone’s lips wrapped around his cock filling his head. He had a particular fondness for blowjobs but had rarely been able to find anyone who was willing to bestow that favor. Because he was bigger and more powerful than most females, he always had the distasteful impression that he was forcing his partner.
However, if Persephone chose to grace him with her mouth…
He said nothing, and she smiled. “I do remember you saying something about drinking your come.”
His cock jerked at the memory, the dirty words he’d roughly muttered while lost in a haze of sexual need. Without any warning, she licked the vein running along the side of his cock. He gasped, and his hands flew to her shoulders, the little lick punching into his stomach.
“I guess you like this,” he half-heard her say. Unable to care if her tone held the proper amount of respect for him, he threaded his hands through her hair.
“More,” he said, aware that he was pleading.
Her mouth surrounded him, her tongue and the insides of her cheeks warm and silken wet. He had the fleeting thought that this was as foreign to her as it was to him, as she was delightfully awkward in figuring out how to move her lips and tongue and hands in tandem with each other. She learned quickly though, and within a few minutes she was officially driving him out of his mind.
Persephone decided blowjobs weren’t exactly a bad thing. In fact, sucking Hades’s cock could very well be her favorite thing. It filled her with an immense sense of power, to have this huge male at her mercy. And he was definitely at her mercy. His body was rigid in the seat, his hands filled with her hair. She didn’t feel trapped or forced, but entwined, the contact of his fingers in the strands bonding him to her.
Mentally, she snorted. Such poetic imagery for a blatantly physical act.
She pushed thoughts of poetry out of her head as she closed her eyes and sucked him deeper, loving the feel of his cock in her mouth. It felt even bigger to her this way, with her eyes closed and unable to see the matching proportion of the rest of his body.
“Deeper,” he rasped, and she obeyed, suddenly wanting this to be the best, most mind-blowing sexual experience of his long life, wanting him ruined for other women, wanting him to remember her forev—
Nope, not going there.
His hands became more insistent as he gripped her hair, but she welcomed the tiny tug of pain. It centered her, made her focus even more on the responses of his body.
“Sephie,” he moaned. She mentally smiled. She’d never tell him, but she liked the never-before-used diminutive of her name. It made her feel cherished. “Harder.” His hips bucked up, his shaft almost choking her. With a soft noise, he stroked her hair when she would have gagged. “Hush. You can take it.” He dragged his hips down, and then gave another more cautious thrust. The tip of his cock breached her throat. She held it there, prepared for it this time, and breathed through her nose. She was awarded with his harsh grunt as he withdrew and did it again.
As sexy as his powerful movements were, she wanted the chance to play too, and if she continued deep-throating him, he would come quickly. Though he was caught in the grip of a lustful haze, he stilled as soon as she rested her hands on his thighs and exerted pressure.
She rewarded him by bobbing her head up and down, taking more of his shaft each time, dying to absorb all of him. He made a rough noise and relaxed back into the chair, giving her implicit permission to learn his body.
He liked it when she lashed him with her tongue.
When she scraped her teeth along the side of him, he bowed in his chair.
And when she sucked his balls, he swore loudly, gripped her hair harder and directed her back to his cock.
Wild with her own arousal, she released him and dragged her hand down her body, fingering her soaking-wet pussy. He hadn’t even touched her yet, not really, and her body was practically dripping in need.
“Are you wet?”
Her mouth full of cock, she nodded, glancing up at him.
A smile curved his hard lips. “Poor girl, when you’re doing such a good job of sucking my cock. Here, let me help you. Remove your hand, and get up on your knees. Spread your legs.”
Hesitant, not quite sure what he was about, she took her hand away and did as he said. And promptly gasped at what felt like Hades’s cock entering her pussy. Hades’s cock, which was firmly captured in her mouth. Her gaze flew to his, and his nostrils flared, those black-and-red eyes burning. “Do you like that?”
There was no energy to respond.
“Nod or I’ll take it away.” The phantom cock gave a few tentative thrusts.
She nodded, fearful that this extraordinary sensation would disappear.
“I like to watch your eyes when I sink into you. They go all big and dark, like you can’t believe you’re getting fucked by me. It makes me even harder, longer.” He was harder in her mouth, heat rising from his body as the cock inside her pussy began thrusting in earnest. “I like this too. It’s even hotter when your mouth is stuffed full of my cock at the same time as your pussy. Since I wouldn’t let another male near you, this is the only way I can see you like this, but I’m okay with that. Do you want to be fucked harder?”
She nodded and then moaned as the cock inside her pussy started pounding into her. The thrusts were so vigorous it pushed h
The two cocks worked in tandem so she was never quite empty, one cock filling her as the other withdrew, until Hades’s thrusts in her mouth turned erratic and wild, and he lost the concentration necessary to keep up the illusory cock filling her pussy. She tightened her vaginal muscles around the suddenly aching emptiness, and tightened her mouth around him, needing to climax almost as badly as she wanted this huge male to come in her mouth.
“Finish me,” he gasped, and she fondled his balls, rolling them in her hand. He stiffened and shoved his cock deep inside of her, groaning as he ejaculated. She swallowed everything he gave her. When he finished, she attempted to pull away, but his fingers were tangled in her hair. He worked his hand free from the snarls. She glanced up at him when she was finally released, and he stared at her, her slumberous, decadent Lord, replete and utterly relaxed. “Clean me up, female.”
She could have protested the arrogant command, but she obeyed for the selfish reason that it was another opportunity to tease him, to taste him. His penis was only semi-hard now, but it wouldn’t take him long to recover—particularly if she helped him along.
Hades looked down at the glorious female who had taken him to heaven and back, and he wondered fleetingly if he’d ever had any better. She literally cleaned him up, licking his cock and balls and stomach as if she was starving for the taste of his come, as if she hadn’t already drunk him dry.
Well, not completely dry, he realized as he quickly became hard again under her ministrations. She enveloped him, sucked him all the way down to his root. When she withdrew, his cock stood at attention, red and aroused and covered in her saliva. She trailed a finger down it and stood, gesturing for him to move his chair back.
Intrigued, he complied. He had to restrain a whimper when she turned gracefully and leaned over his desk. Her eyes speared him as she cast him a glance over her shoulder, filled with lust and desire. “My turn. I want it like this.”
Thank the gods she’d sucked him off, because the position, with her ass framed by those white garters, and the corset, would have made him come in his pants like a randy youth.
“It is your turn,” he purred, and watched the shiver race down her spine. His lady was ridiculously easy to arouse. He only had to speak in a certain tone, and he could smell her getting wetter. He loved it.
He stood as she bowed her head, her body prepared for him to ram into what he was sure was her soaking-wet cunt. Still, he couldn’t resist stroking her buttocks, the flesh so nicely offered up for him.
“What are you waiting for?”
He lightly tapped her ass cheek, loving how it gave way to the small smack. “Hush.”
“Fuck me.”
“I need to make sure you’re ready.” He moved his hands to her hips, tightening his fingers enough for her to realize she was trapped, and pulled her back a step, pushing her body lower onto the desk in an exaggerated arch.
“Trust me, I’m ready.” Her tone was plaintive and desperate.
He slipped his hand into her pretty muff and made an appreciative noise. “You are ready. I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so wet.”
Her body shook in silent laughter. “You bastard. Hurry up. I’m dying.”
“As my lady commands. I am nothing if not agreeable.” He pressed his cock into her sweet pussy, savoring the tight and slick heaven, as well as her gasp. He leaned over her so his front was plastered against her back and breathed into her ear. “Did you like getting double fucked?”
“You know I did.”
He shoved himself deep and then materialized the sensation of something probing at her tight little anus. “We’ll go for a triple next time.”
She was so still below him as he pumped in and out of both of her holes, he wondered if she was breathing, until she gave a mighty shudder. “Yes…anything you want.”
The words were a dangerous thing to say to a god. His mind ran wild with all of the things he could demand of this female. Her body. Her soul.
Her heart.
He pulled her up so he could access the front of her body, giving special attention to her breasts and the hard little clit at the top of her sex. Her hips worked back against him and he let her use him, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts hard and deep until she fell apart in his arms, her loud moans punctuating each squeeze of his cock.
When he knew she was satiated, he withdrew. His penis felt wet and cold and extremely unhappy to be out of her, so he rolled her onto her back and penetrated her again.
Since both of them had taken the edge off, that usual frenzied need wasn’t inherent in this session. Hades moved in her languidly, the sounds of their bodies and panting breath the only noise in the otherwise silent room. As he moved inside of her, he stroked her sides, her breasts, finally wrapping his hands in hers, palm to palm, fingers entwined.
He leaned down and kissed her. Their kisses were always desperate, but this was calm and serene, a leisurely duel of tongues, a gentle sipping at her lips. He only sped up the pace of his hips because he felt the mood was becoming too mushy. “I’m never going to be able to look at my desk the same again.”
She laughed, but there was something sad in her eyes. So he kissed her again, tasting the passion and desire in her mouth while at the same time making it impossible to see what she was thinking and feeling.
When he came, he buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply, knowing that his words hadn’t been a lie. His productivity was forever shot—he’d never be able to see anything but Persephone in this room, naked and giving and warm.
Chapter Seven
A leafy branch smacked Hades on the side of his head, disturbing him from the ledgers he was going over. “What the—?” He glanced at the smaller armchair next to his large one and smiled at the vines securely entwined in Persephone’s hair. Her nose was firmly poked in a book. “Sephie. You’re growing green again.”
“What—? Oh for crying out loud.” She sighed and jerked away from the vines. He winced for her at what he was sure was a healthy yank on her hair. The drooping vegetation made a halfhearted motion back toward her, but when she raised a finger, the vine instead turned around and slithered along the arm of her chair…perilously close to his.
“Don’t even think about it,” he muttered to the thing, wishing he hadn’t promised Persephone he wouldn’t make the plants go kaboom. Luckily, it responded to the menace in his voice and wilted. “What are you so absorbed in, anyway?”
She closed the book. “An old treatise I found on how to open portals.”
“I could teach you more than a book.”
She shot him a glance that made him want to forget the fact that he’d already ravaged her three times that day. “You already have. I can never thank you enough…”
He squirmed, uncomfortable with her gratitude. He might have helped her focus and taught her some parlor tricks, but the power was hers and hers alone. “Stop.”
“Seriously. I don’t feel weak anymore. If it wasn’t for you—”
“I did nothing. But if you want to thank me, bring me some of those grapes from that table.”
She picked up the bowl of grapes sitting on the table closest to her. He waited ’til she stood closer and then wrapped his arm around her, pulling her down to his lap. “I want you too. Feed me, woman.”
She held a plump grape to his mouth, and he bit down.
“How is it?”
“Not as tasty as you.”
Her face softened. “You sweet talker, you.”
When she talked to him in that low, intimate voice and sat in his arms, he felt sweet. He felt…like a good deity, and not one of evil.
She fed him another grape, squealing when he bit at her fingers. “I miss food.”
He turned his head away from the next grape she started to feed him. “You didn’t tell me that. I thought you didn’t care, or I wouldn’t have eaten in front of you.”
“It’s a comfort thing. Of course you should eat.” She tapped the grape against his lips. “Open, sesame.”
He turned his head aside. “Nope. I don’t need it.”
“But you like it. Please, I don’t want to be the reason you go without.”
“Then how do I feel, knowing I’m the reason you go without?”
They were silent for a minute, both of them cognizant of the fact that they’d been tiptoeing around their emerging feelings for the past months they’d been together, neither quite willing to be the first to declare themselves. “Persephone…”
She kissed him, warm, openmouthed, and as always, he responded, unable to do anything but. When she pulled away, she slipped the grape between his lips. He shook his head as he bit down. “Sneaky.”
“Mmm.” She wiped her thumb across the trace of juice on his lip and stared at it. He pulled it to his mouth and licked it off, lest she be tempted to taste it herself.
Why stop her? Fool.
More and more, he called himself that, wondering if he should simply resort to trickery or magic to keep her with him always. It would be a small matter to fool her into eating or drinking something. Or after he received the all clear to send her back, he could pretend his powers were still blocked. She would believe him. Then he could wrap her in magic, make it so no god, Zeus or otherwise, could extract her from his Underworld.
She snuggled closer, and he knew there was no chance of him resorting to any of those tactics. He couldn’t bear it if her warm glances eventually filled with trapped hatred, if she came to believe that the stories and rumors and the role he played for others, a monster and debauched and hate-filled god, was true. Better to hold her for the time he had, and then let her go.
For some other god to take her?
“Your teeth are grinding, Hades. Are you okay?”
He deliberately unclenched his teeth and grinned down at her. “Fine. I—” He looked up at the empty room, suddenly alert. “Did you feel that?”
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