by Charlie Hart
She gets upset and a flock of birds rush into places they don't belong. She's in a good mood and whales begin jumping out of the ocean, causing panic from the people watching from their boats. She reacts without thinking of the consequences. And when you are a god or a goddess, there are always consequences for our actions.
But as I watch the two goddesses embrace, I can't help but think about everything I know of Persephone. She is faithful and honest and works hard for the farmers who rely on her prowess. She helps them yield plentiful crops and never begrudges them anything.
I may have a dark past, but a goddess like Persephone could bring me into the light.
Not entirely, of course, but my cold heart could unfurl for a goddess like her. Hell, I think it's already happening. As she walks toward me, all I can think is that I want her to be mine.
I run a hand through my dark hair, shocked at my desire for a creature so pure and innocent. But as she nears me, my shock turns into something scorching hot.
"Hades," she says, addressing me with that soft voice of hers. As if she has never thought or said a dangerous thing in her whole life. "Were you waiting for me?"
Her eyebrows lift, her clear eyes are flecked with shining stars. One look at her face and I would move mountains for her.
"Yes," I tell her plainly, not interested in holding anything back. I want her to know my intentions. "But I don't want to wait long."
Her head dips. "Why is that?"
"Because I want you as mine. I already told you, I love you."
"You can't love someone you don't even know."
I narrow my eyes. "Why is that?"
That catches her off guard. She twists her lips, thinking. "Love doesn't work like that."
"Again, why not?" I ask, stepping toward her, closing the space between us.
"Because." She swallows, hard, eyes darting for an answer. "Because love can't be hurried. It takes time for things to grow."
"In the fields you watch over, I believe that," I tell her, leaning in and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She smells like lilac flowers and sunshine. I'm smoke and storm clouds. I swear one night with her would wash away every evil thought I've ever had. "Crops take time to yield a plentiful harvest, Persephone. But we aren't a farm."
"What are we?" she asks as my lips press against her ear, kissing her skin and breathing her in.
"We are bound to be ruined."
"Ruined by what?" she asks, her voice catching on a thread of desire. I feel it. I know she does too.
"Ruined by love, Persephone." My tongue runs along her earlobe. I know I won't last long holding back. I want all of her, but I will start with a kiss.
She pulls back, our eyes meet. "You want that? To be ruined by love?"
"I want you. And I know it will change me. I don't think I could stay so dark, so dangerous, if I had you to care for."
"You want that? To care for me?"
"I want all of you, Persephone."
She tilts her head to the side, looking so deeply into my eyes it's as if she is reaching for my soul and pulling it out, drawing it close to her heart.
"You’re sure you don't just want to make a baby with me?" Her words are soft, but I know it's her fear. That it's her fertility I am after, not her heart, body, and soul.
"I'm sure." I cup my hand at the base of her neck, pull her lips to mine, draw her nearer and nearer until there is nothing left between us. It's how I want it now and forever.
Our lips collide, and it's takes a concerted effort to not devour her then and there. The music swirls around us and there is dancing and laughter everywhere -- but here, at this moment, when I kiss her it's as if there is nothing else on the entire mountain. It's just us. A pair that makes no sense. Dark and light, good and bad, and oh, so damn right.
The softest moan comes from her core and I know she is awake to the idea of forever with me.
I know I will have to share her. My brothers and Ares will never sit back and let me take what they want.
But I don't care. If Persephone wants me to fight for her alone, I will, but if this delicate goddess in my arms wants their hearts as well as mine, then I would be a fool to resist my darling's desires.
My arm wraps around her waist and her hand presses against my chest and I feel her sinking into the kiss. Our first kiss.
My mouth opens, and I search for her tongue, twirling it around my own, my body so damn alive. So absolutely hers, for whatever she wants with it.
"Let me take you somewhere," I whisper in her ear.
She nods. Her lips swollen and her eyes heavy. "Yes. Please," she pants. I thread my fingers between hers, already thinking of the place I want to take her.
But before I can sweep her away, Poseidon, Zeus, and Ares return.
"Where do you think you are going?" Ares growls.
Persephone looks up at me, and I see a flicker of something in her eyes. She wants them, too.
I give her the slightest smile, I'm not one for sharing in general, but when I see the way Persephone warms to it, I can't resist breaking out into a grin.
She knows my thoughts on the matter of letting them join us. See, this is love. I can already anticipate her wants and needs. I will give my girl everything she wants.
"We're going to make love," she tells Ares. "Would you three like to join us?"
6
Persephone
Maybe it's wrong to want such a forbidden thing. Four gods of my own. But honestly, that kiss with Hades told me more than any words could ever say. He said he loved me, sight unseen. I could hardly believe it.
But then he kissed me and I know it is true.
Gaia might say I'm naïve. Foolish. That I haven't a clue. And maybe I am, but I know that now I've stopped caring only about getting pregnant, Now I want their love as well.
Gaia doesn’t understand -- she hasn't kissed Hades. She didn't feel that well of love burst up from within her like I did we kissed. It was more than lust. It was like the pieces of a puzzle fitting into place. I am his and he is mine.
It's destiny.
And you can't argue with that.
When I started to follow Hades from the hall and Zeus, Poseidon, and Ares asked us where we were going, all it took was one look into Hades' eyes to know the answer to the question.
We are going to make love, and everyone is welcome.
The thing is, I'm not just an ordinary goddess: I'm the goddess of fertility. It makes me special, and I've known this fact my entire life. I've always known that once I was of age, I would get pregnant. As often as possible.
When I saw these four gods, years ago, I had hoped it would be with one of them. I held out the smallest flicker of hope that perhaps I might share some of my fertility with one of the gods I'd been pining after.
Now I am here. At this ball, where the lights are glittering, and the music is playing and where the room seems to be spinning. When I stop, and I look at the gods beside me, I'm not confused about what I should do next.
I'm sure. I am certain.
There is no doubt.
I'm supposed to give myself over to all four of them. Now.
Maybe a spell has been cast over me. Maybe it's the nectar that kept appearing in my glass. But if my cup overflows, I don't care. The cup of my heart is filled with desire for these men.
So, I don't look back, I don't consider what other people might think, I don't wonder how this may look in the eyes of anyone else. Because I only have eyes for the gods right in front of me, right now.
Hades holds my hand and with our fingers entwined I am grounded in a way I didn't expect. He may be dark and deadly, but he has so much more to give. I believe in him and I know he believes in me.
After I tell the men what I am planning to do and that they are invited, Hades doesn't wait. He moves forward and I follow. Right now, I would follow him to the ends of the Earth. To the underworld and back again. The other three are right behind us. Ares presses his capable hand on my b
ack, and on the other side of me Zeus threads his fingers through my own. Poseidon walks ahead, in front of me. I'm surrounded by four Greek gods. Four gods who have confessed that they love me.
And maybe they built their love on reasons that are absurd and inconsequential, but right now, I think they are absolutely perfect.
They want to fill my womb with their seed and I will let them.
This is what I was made for.
My body was made for this night.
Gaia might think it's crazy to go from zero to one hundred in such a short time, but I think it's crazy to walk away from the very thing you've always wanted. The very thing that, right this minute, is mine for the taking.
As the Goddess of the Harvest, there are a few things I know about tending to crops: If you don't water them, they die.
The same is true for this moment. If I don't nurture these gods, they won't stay. And right now, all I want is for them to surround me, for now and forever.
I follow them with an open heart; I follow them with desire coursing through my veins. I follow them with a tingling between my thighs. My womb, it is opening.
Other goddesses might not understand something so primal, but they are not me. I was made for this. I was made to carry their babies.
And so, when Poseidon pushes open a door and leads me up a massive staircase, I don't doubt for a minute that I am exactly where I was meant to be.
When I reach the rooftop, I gasp. "Beautiful," I say with a whisper.
My heart beats so hard. I'm getting exactly what I want, something I've never had before.
Absolute devotion from four gods.
It's overwhelming in the most delicious way. And it's beautiful. So, so beautiful.
We're on top of the building, and above us the dark night sky is filled with trillions of sparkling stars. On the tiled floor, pillows and blankets are spread out for people to lie on as they gaze at the sky. I smile, warming with the knowledge of what will come next.
I will be undone.
There is enough room for all of us here, no one will be sent away or left out.
Though I don't want anyone else to join us. This group of five is plenty.
As if reading my mind, Ares locks the door. I close my eyes, overwhelmed with anticipation and exhilaration.
"Don't close your eyes," Zeus says. "You'll miss the show."
I blink, opening them again, and follow his finger towards the sky. His sky. "It's for you," he says.
Above us there is a burst of light. But it isn't a fireworks show. There's a shower of shooting stars. Beautiful and breathtaking and made for me.
"Did you do that?" I ask, already knowing the answer, my body awake as he steps closer. He is so strong and sure of himself and it makes me feel safe and absolutely protected.
He wraps his arms around me and I breathe him in, feeling infinite in this moment. "You like it?" he asks, lifting my chin with the crook of his finger.
"I love it," I say as a smile breaks across my face, as joy ripples over my skin.
With his eyes locked on mine, he asks, "Are you nervous?"
I shake my head. "Not at all."
"Have you done this before? Ares asks, stepping closer. The edge in his voice tells me he doesn’t like the idea of me having been with any other gods before him.
"No," I say, looking over at the jealous god. "I'm a virgin."
"Yet you're not nervous at all?" Zeus asks.
I shake my head. "No."
"And why is that, love?" Hades asks.
"Because this is exactly where I am meant to be."
The gods surround me, and I feel so vulnerable, but not in a nervous way. Vulnerable in a soft and beautiful way.
Vulnerable in a way that makes me feel brave. I feel seen and known. Is it possible, to feel this way with gods I hardly know?
But even then, the answer is simple. Of course, it is possible. All things are possible. Because, right now, I do feel known and seen and loved.
"You're wrong about that," Zeus says, commanding my attention. I turn to look at him and my eyebrows raise.
"No, I mean it. This is meant to be. Me, here, with all of you."
Zeus lifts his eyebrows and I see I must have misunderstood his words. I thought he was angry, but in truth he's bursting with joy, the same as I am.
"No, love, you're wrong about being exactly where you're meant to be."
"How's that?" I ask.
"Because, Persephone," he says with a smile, "you shouldn't be standing here. You should be on your back."
7
Ares
Persephone is not like other goddesses. So many are bigger than life, projecting intensity and power in a way that turns me off. They are cunning and deceitful and pull themselves up by putting others down. I've seen it for ages and I've never been attracted to goddesses like that.
But she is different. One night in her presence and my lot has been cast. There's no going back. I only have eyes for her.
Only her.
I have one desire tonight. And that is to make sure Persephone leaves our time together carrying my child. All I care about is filling her womb with my seed and growing our child within her and then caring for her for the rest of her life.
She is the goddess of fertility, and to conceive with her means our child would be more powerful than any god before us.
But it's not just that desire fueling this flame. There's another part to this. It begins with devotion to her petite frame and her curvy body and her silvery hair and her crystal-clear eyes. There is a part of this that begins with my body needing to fill hers. There is a part of this that is bigger than Mount Olympus.
As she lies down on a blanket with her head resting on a pillow, I'm taken aback once again by just how beautiful she is. Her long silver hair curls around her shoulders and her dress rides up her thighs. I'm ready to devour her and complete her and make her mine. Hades may have kissed her already, but I'm going to be the first one to taste all of her.
On my knees, I spread her legs, leaning over her body, and running my tongue up her chest to her neck. I kiss her soft, delicate mouth and her lips part for me. My cock gets hard as I look her over. She is so fucking perfect.
"Are you ready?" I ask, kneeling before her on the blankets.
"I was born ready."
She doesn't say it to be tantalizing. She says it because it's her truth. And she isn't backing off from it or shying away. She is the most unexpected person I've ever had the fortune of meeting.
Persephone is nothing like the Fates. They are constantly fawning over us, reaching for our bodies, and grabbing hold of our cocks, not caring who sees, as if that is the way to our hearts.
Dancing with them earlier was killer, knowing Persephone was watching. I worried what she might be thinking. But now, leaning over her, tasting the nectar on her swollen lips, my hand running up the length of her milky thighs, brushing her silky dress aside, I know I had no need to worry about her.
If she felt any jealousy when we danced with the Fates, it's long gone. Now, she's only concerned with us; with this moment. Not comparing herself to anyone else, not scared of anyone's judgment. She knows exactly who she is.
Ours.
"Touch me," she says, and I do as my goddess desires. The other gods kneel around her, after stripping from their clothing. Zeus runs his fingers through her long curls, and Poseidon pulls down the top her dress, revealing her gorgeous breasts and gorgeous brown nipples. She gasps, but not in a fearful way… in a pleasing and erotic way.
"This is what I wanted," she says with a hush.
I ease her legs apart, anxious to see her most private part, needing to taste her before anything else happens. My cock is so hard and rigid, so needy for her. Her pussy is pink and tight, so sweet and tender, and as I run my finger along the length of her slit she purrs in delight.
We may have met tonight, but this doesn't feel rushed. It is in our own perfect time.
We aren't like humans, w
ho take time to fall in love with one another. Who court and play with engagement rings. It’s ironic, even though humans are mortal, they want to be slow. Gods have forever and yet they waste no time.
On Mount Olympus, when we know what we want, we go forward without any hesitation. We are gods, not mere mortals, and when we crave something, it is more than desire, it is destiny.
"Your body is so beautiful," I tell her.
"So is yours," she says, looking at me with hungry eyes.
I pull off my tunic, and her eyes rake over my washboard abs. I'm glad she likes what she sees because she's going to be looking at it for the rest of her life.
Poseidon palms her gorgeous breasts, her hard nipples between his fingers and I can't wait any longer. I bring my mouth to her pussy and I lap up her sweet cream. Up and down her slit. I eat my goddess like it's the last meal I will ever have. Her hands run through my hair as I hold down her thighs, so I can suck her clit; as I make her writhe in pleasure.
She moans above me, and I don't wait for her to ask for more. I push down my pants and I lean over my goddess so her warm cunt can feel my throbbing cock.
Zeus kisses her, and Poseidon takes her hand and wraps her fingers around his length. Beside me, Hades takes her other hand and guides her as his thickness pulses hungrily. White come drips from his tip and I know we are all desperate to come deep inside our goddess.
My cock is buried deep in her perfect, warm pussy. A pussy that's been waiting, that is fertile and ready. I move harder and harder against her and she moans in absolute pleasure. She's not too tight, she's not in pain -- she's just perfect. She was born to carry my child. I move deep inside of her, her breasts bouncing as I take her, as I fill her up with all I have to give.
"I love you," I groan as I come deep inside of her, my seed filling her up, just as we both wanted.
"Oh, Ares," she screams. "What's happening?"
I look down at her, cradling her face with my hands.
