by Cerys du Lys
Turning, Persephone wiggled around and found Athena’s mouth and they kissed, their faces full of each other’s sweetness. Artemis, licking the wetness of her second climax off her fingers, leaned in to taste, her lips sliding across their wet cheeks. They all giggled together, hugging and rocking in the buzz of the late afternoon.
“So, did that get your mind off things, precious?” Artemis teased, touching a fingertip to the tip of Persephone’s nose.
“I suppose.” The blonde goddess sighed and stared up at the blue expanse of the sky.
Athena shook her red head, smiling indulgently. “I think our little Sephie needs something extra today.”
“Oh?” Artemis raised an eyebrow in the other goddess’ direction as she rolled over to lean on her elbow on the other side of Persephone. “What did you have in mind?”
Athena half-sat and began searching through the folds of her robe. “I borrowed something from Aphrodite last night. You know how hard she is to please.”
Artemis snorted. “Zeus himself couldn’t please that one—even on a good day.” She sat up, eager, as Persephone looked between them, wide-eyed. “What is it?”
“Ah, here it is!” Athena slipped a golden phallus-shaped object out of her robes, holding it up in triumph. “Her husband, Hephaestus, made it for her.”
“The metal worker?” Persephone stared at the object in Athena’s hand as it glinted in the sun. The necklace at her throat had been made by the same man, and Persephone was a little afraid of the power in both objects.
“Yes.” Athena smiled, rubbing her hand up and down the length of it. “The magical metal worker. Want to see what it does, my precious Sephie?”
There was no question Persephone did, her curious eyes watching as Athena slid it down between the blonde’s legs, rubbing the tip through her slit.
“Ohhh!” Persephone moaned as the phallus slipped inside of her. Is this what a flesh-and-blood man will feel like? Her face flushed with the memory of the man in the woods, his hand pumping the length of his erection until it exploded. Artemis propped herself up on her elbow, looking down as the golden shaft disappeared and reappeared, slick with the girl’s juices.
“It gets better, darling,” Athena assured her, tapping lightly at the end of the phallus.
A gentle hum, like the bees landing on the wildflowers, came from between Persephone’s legs, and the blonde felt a vibration deep inside of her. Certainly a real man’s member can’t do this! She moaned, rocking against Athena as the phallus pressed in deeper, harder.
“Feel good?” Artemis kissed the writhing goddess’ cheek. Persephone could only gasp and nod, her eyes half-closing in pleasure as Athena tapped the end of the phallus again, turning the hum to a deep, delicious buzz. “Let me see, Sephie…”
Persephone spread herself, tilting her hips toward the dark-haired goddess’ heated gaze as Artemis positioned herself between the blonde’s thighs. Artemis’ tongue moved over her lower lip as she watched the phallus pressing deep into the slender goddess’ flesh.
“Let me try.” Artemis took the phallus from Athena’s hands, catching the same rhythm as she twisted it in and out of the blonde and leaned her mouth over the girl’s sex to suck her flesh between her lips.
“Oh!” Persephone opened her eyes to look down at Artemis in surprise, her eyes dazed with pleasure. Athena shifted her attention to Persephone’s thick, pink nipples, rolling one between her finger and thumb, making her jump.
Artemis flicked her tongue at Persephone’s omi over and over, the fat, swollen bud with its thick hood, giving in to the pressure of her mouth. Persephone moaned as the phallus slid easily in and out of her slippery wetness. She couldn’t stop her response. Her head fell back, her hips moved up, and she gave in completely.
Is this what it’s like to be taken by a man? The long golden phallus warmed as it plunged into her flesh, its vibrating thickness unforgiving as it pressed deep inside of her, making her gasp and jump.
When Artemis slid it out of Persephone’s swollen slit, she replaced it immediately with two of her fingers, crooking them and rubbing at some magic spot deep inside. Persephone cried out, squirming under the goddesses’ attention, Athena’s mouth and fingers working her nipples and Artemis focusing on her sex.
“Oh! What—?” Persephone’s question was lost as Artemis pressed the head of the humming phallus to her slit, right where those light blonde hairs began to curl, still moving her tongue back and forth there. The sensation was beyond heaven and earth and Persephone bucked under them, looking down past her nipples, red as little cherries now under Athena’s attention, to meet Artemis’ hungry eyes.
Persephone couldn’t help moving her hips against the dark-haired goddess, and she began thrashing as Artemis rubbed deep inside at that spot, that sweet, delicious spot. Persephone was so wet she knew Artemis had a hard time keeping her mouth against her flesh, and juices ran down her chin, wetting Persephone’s thighs.
“Oh!” Persephone felt something building inside of her, something different, as Artemis pressed even harder inside, stretching the smooth walls of her sex with her fingers again and again. “Oh wait! I don’t…please, I can’t—”
And then the world exploded as she shuddered all over with a deeper pleasure than she had ever experienced before. Gasping, Persephone grabbed the goddess’ dark head and pressed it against her mound. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop, oh please, please!”
Artemis didn’t stop and Persephone rocked her hips and ground against her face, using the goddess’ tongue and the humming vibration of the phallus to take herself to the edge once again. Persephone moaned, shoving her pelvis up and mashing her mound against the goddess’ mouth as she climaxed again, panting and arching against them both.
“No, no!” Persephone pushed at Artemis with her hands as she continued to lap gently between her legs. “No more, I can’t…”
“We want to wear you out, Sephie,” Athena reminded her with a mischievous smile as she slid down between Persephone’s legs as well. “Remember? Make you forget all about places you can’t go, things you can’t have…”
“Please!” Persephone begged, shaking her head. “Just your tongue, then…I can’t…”
Artemis complied, sliding the phallus down between her own legs, but kept her tongue between Persephone’s spread thighs. The dark-haired goddess moaned softly, her eyes meeting Athena’s.
“Let’s share.” Athena rolled Artemis to her back, and the dark-haired goddess’ hands grabbed the wiggling Persephone’s hips, taking her over. Persephone squirmed against Artemis’ relentless tongue, burying her flushed face into one of the robes spread out on the grass.
Persephone glanced over her shoulder and saw the two of them scissoring together, just as she and Artemis had done earlier. Only this time they rubbed the golden head of the phallus between them. The sounds of their pleasure made Persephone dizzy, and Artemis’ tongue pushed her to the point of needing release once again. Her sex was so swollen and slick, throbbing between her thighs, and she rocked her hips again, working toward her pinnacle.
“Yes!” Persephone panted. “Please, please!”
The two goddesses moaned and rocked together with the golden phallus riding between them, buzzing in rhythm as they slid it over their flesh. Persephone groaned, hearing their cries, pushing herself toward her own zenith as Artemis’ tongue flicked faster and faster between her swollen lips.
Persephone heard the sound of their mutual peak, felt it in the tight grip of Artemis’ hands on her hips, and that send her sailing, too. She quivered and spread, her belly tightening and releasing with her climax as her cries joined theirs across the wide open field.
Rolling to the side, Persephone moaned, her ears ringing faintly. She couldn’t even see straight and threw a slender arm over her eyes to block out the sun. The buzz of the phallus disappeared and all that was left was the faint hum of the bees as she floated along the river of pleasure still rippling through her body.
“I think Hephaestus’ magic phallus has finally done our Sephie in.” Athena’s voice came from somewhere above her, and Persephone uncovered her eyes but kept them shaded against the brightness.
“Where are you going?” Persephone asked as they stood, arranging their robes and smoothing their hair. It made her dizzy to look up at them, like twin towers of light rising on either side of her.
“There is a hunt.” Artemis sounded a little apologetic. She glanced at Athena, who shrugged a shoulder. “Do you...do you want to join us?”
“No.” Persephone wrinkled her nose and sighed, putting her hands behind her head and crossing her ankles prettily. “I guess I’ll pick a few more flowers for my mother. She loves the wild roses...” Persephone’s voice trailed off, and even she heard the melancholy in it.
“You’re such a good girl.” Athena winked, picking a daisy and dropping it onto Persephone’s bare belly. The blonde goddess sighed and rolled her eyes, picking up the flower and twirling it around in her delicate fingers.
“Maybe that’s my problem.” Persephone plucked a white petal from the yellow center with a vicious tug. “To be good…not to be good…to be good…” She continued to pull petals off, her eyes dark.
“It doesn’t last forever, Sephie, I promise.” Artemis nudged Persephone’s bare hip with her sandaled toe.
“What doesn’t?” Persephone looked up from her flower-rending.
“The yearning,” Artemis explained. “Like you have a hole inside you can never possibly fill. Some day you will be like us. Strong and capable and independent.” Artemis smiled over at Athena and a secret communication passed between them Persephone felt but couldn’t decipher.
“Have fun.” Persephone sighed again and closed her eyes.
She heard them laughing together as they walked away. There was nothing like the laughter of a goddess. And usually it warmed her very center, but today it made her shudder. She didn’t want to grow up to be like them. She wanted to grow up to be like herself. It was just that she didn’t know exactly what that was. Strong and capable and independent—those were the things her mother wanted her to be. But she didn’t want to live Athena’s or Artemis’ life. Did she want to wield a sword, or a bow, or an axe? No. Her power somehow existed in another realm. She just didn’t know exactly where that was, or how to get there. It was beyond her, and it ached.
Fingering the necklace her mother had given her, she thought about Demeter’s rather unfavorable view of men. Perhaps Mother is right, she thought, considering what had happened with Pirithous. She couldn’t imagine being touched by the old man. Shuddering, she remembered his hands on her, the horrible taste of his tongue in her mouth. But then she recalled the man she had seen chopping wood and how his body had glistened with the sweat of hard work. A man like the woodsman—his strong muscles, bright smile, and dark eyes—yes, she could picture that quite well.
The necklace was cool to the touch now, and Persephone sat up, reaching for the clasp in back, filled with a sudden fear it wouldn’t unlatch. It did, though, and she cupped the chain and locket in her palm. No one believed she could take care of herself. Not her mother, not the other goddesses. Why should I be under a constant watch? Am I not to be trusted? Sometimes it felt like her mother’s love was going to suffocate her.
Persephone dropped the necklace among the flowers with a sigh and stretched out again. She closed her eyes and drifted toward sleep to the sounds of the bees pollinating the regal irises, the delicate lilies and the compelling narcissus all around her tawny sun-kissed body as she languished in the heat. Helios was in fine form today. His flaming chariot was so far from her the bright light burned like a ball of fire across the sky, and thinking of him, feeling his heat, made her feel flushed and a little breathless.
Still, the warmth on her face and limbs was nothing compared to what burned between her thighs. Even after a whole afternoon of goddess pleasure, she still yearned for more. What’s missing? Her sweet honey was thick and copious from the goddesses’ ministrations, and she couldn’t help spreading her legs wider, letting the cool breeze kiss her nether lips and allowing her fingers to linger in the wetness there. She whimpered, sighed, wiggled and longed for something else, something beyond her comprehension.
A quick whiff of warm air over her cheek startled her, and she found herself staring into the steady eye of the blackest horse she had ever seen. She was so surprised, she didn’t think to panic or scream or run. She looked askance at the animal, reaching to pet its dark velvet nose as it moved its head to graze beside her.
“Odd...Noire seems to like you.” The voice came from behind her, and she scrambled for her clothing, covering herself and flushing at the mere thought of what this new stranger might have seen.
Still a little disoriented from the heat, she saw the horse had a mate. These horses led another team, all attached to a sleek black chariot that seemed to vibrate where it stood, next to a gaping hole in her field that hadn’t been there just moments before. Turning, she looked for the owner, but the chariot appeared empty. Where did the voice come from? She blinked fast when an immortal almost twice her size suddenly appeared as he removed a golden helmet from his head. He towered over her, blotting out the sun.
“Sweet Persephone...or should I call you Sephie, like your girlfriends?” His smile was the brightest thing about him, and it appeared just briefly.
“I...where...who are you? Where did you come from?” Persephone stumbled over her words, pulling her garment close around her slight frame and glancing across the fields. No possibility of rescuing figures in the distance marred the vibrant expanse of wildflowers, just a flood of rainbow color on an already bright palette.
“Hephaestus made the helmet for me.” He hooked the strap over the edge of the chariot. “Turns anyone who wears it invisible. It’s a useful contraption.” He lifted his eyes to hers and she saw a deep, orange glow there that took her breath away. “What’s the matter? You don’t recognize me, Sephie?” He stepped closer to lift her chin. His hand was enormous, and it occurred to her, he could crush her skull within his fist if he wanted. Puzzled, she jerked her head away from his hold and then took an immediate step back. The horse behind her nickered and stomped at the disruption as she pressed against its flank.
“Hades,” she whispered, the realization dawning. Her heart beat like a hummingbird in her breast.
“Yes...hmm...unseemly nickname. Aidoneus, originally, and indeed, preferably. You, bright one, can call me Aidon. Few people do,” he admitted. He focused on at her bare shoulders, and his eyes traced the curve of her collarbone showing above the shimmering garb she had hastily drawn around her.
“What are you doing up here?”
“Seem out of place, do I? Yes, well...perhaps.” He shrugged, leaning forward as if about to tell her a secret. “I came for you.”
“Me?” Persephone’s eyes widened and her robes dropped along with her jaw. His eyes followed the slip of her gown down the slope of her breasts.
“So, shall we?” He waved her toward the chariot. “The team isn’t used to being up top.”
She smiled, confused and bemused, and then laughed.
The light sound startled the horses and Noire reared. Aidon reached past Persephone’s head to grab the reins, pressing her between his chest and the horse’s flank as he did. Her head didn’t reach his shoulder. The black robes he wore smelled a little of burning leaves and, beneath that, another musky, earthy smell she wasn’t familiar with. It made her dizzy.
He handed her the reins and winked. “Want to drive?”
“I don’t...I don’t understand.” She said the words and some vague memory of a dream she’d once had surfaced for a moment as she looked into his eyes. She didn’t have any more time to recall it, but some part of her remembered this, and knew, somehow had always known, that a man—this man—would be coming for her.
“Tell you what, I’ll explain it on the way.” He swept her up over his shoulder in one swift motion and s
tepped onto the chariot. She was a small goddess, used to being tossed about, but she was shocked at how fast it was done.
They sprang into his chariot, the earth yawning open. The last thing she saw of the world above was the golden locket in the grass, blazing a bright, angry blue. If only I hadn’t taken it off! Persephone tried to scream, but found she had no breath. She clung to his side for fear of falling into the black depths, hiding her face in alarm against his robes.
He shifted around, securing her between the front of the chariot and his formidable bulk. She still couldn’t stand to look forward, seeing nothing but darkness in front of them. Instead, she stayed turned toward him, burying her face against him and holding fast with two pale, clenched fists. The horses’ hooves ran silent, as if speeding on air, but she knew it was black earth, the deep, rich soil the wildflowers thrived in that they tunneled through. Soon she couldn’t resist the temptation to see and turned her face, watching the earth give way to a thick, dark sediment.
She was startled by the sound of hooves on gravel. “Where are we going?” She was sure he couldn’t hear her over the sound of the horse’s hooves and the whirlwind rushing past their ears.
“Paradise...” His voice was as low and tender as a kiss. “The center of the world.” When she felt his lips against her hair, his breath hot over her scalp, her stomach lurched. She had never been this close to a man before—her mother had made sure of that up until now. The thought of what he could do—what he might do, what she couldn’t stop him from doing—made her pulse race to match the horses’ thunder. Yet, there was a moist tingling under her robes. She flushed at her own response, and Aidon seemed to sense her conflict, pressing his hips forward into the curve of her behind.
