by L. A. Boruff
When the vines reached his neck, I stopped them. Reveling in the sight of his blood dripping from their leaves like crimson ink. The level of elation I felt at his pain surprised me. The only times I’d ever felt this happy were when I was being dominated. The rush of endorphins that flowed through me while I was being spanked and flogged were always a highlight of my day. And this man had ruined that for me.
My satisfaction at his pain didn’t last long, but it did give me a new sense of purpose. I wouldn’t let what he’d done destroy what I held sacred, and it was time to take back my freedom. Starting with the man who kept me here.
With a devilish smile, I turned from his panting figure and left the room, making sure to slam the door on my way out. I walked straight to the guard in the hall, who hadn't moved an inch since I stepped foot into the room, and uttered one sentence. "Take me to Hades."
If he was surprised by my request, he didn't show it. Then again, I couldn't see much of his face behind the armored headpiece.
He turned and led me through a series of halls that led to Hades' throne room. The man in question was seated on a throne large enough to fit his altered persona. While attending the denizens of the Underworld, Hades was larger than life. His skin had taken on a darker hue and was easily twice the size of a normal god. With muscular arms and legs slightly bigger than my head, a torso the width of two of mine, and the curved horns bursting from his forehead, he really was the devil every human feared.
I’d only seen Hades in his demonic guise a few times in my life, and while it was monstrous, it did nothing to curb the desire I had growing for him from the first moment I saw those ice blue eyes. As I started to explore my darker fantasies, it’d be those eyes hovering above me as the man of the night tied me down and stripped me bare. His deep, commanding voice that gave me orders. It was time for those fantasies to become reality, starting with my command over him. It was time to make the devil my bitch.
"You can leave now," I told the guard behind me.
Hades' head snapped up at the sound of my voice, his eyes widening as I took sure, confident steps up to his throne, bypassing the line of denizens waiting for his attention. His fiery eyes drifted behind me before he nodded, obviously assuring the guard that he could depart. I didn't care. I was a woman on a mission, and I wouldn't be stopped.
When I reached the steps of his dais, I placed one foot on the bottom step, letting the slit in my dress expose the smooth creaminess of my skin. It was doubtful a man like Hades received much female attention so forwardly. He was the king of the Underworld after all.
I placed one hand on my exposed thigh, the other on my hip, making my breasts push forward in the classic Grecian ensemble. His eyes were immediately drawn to them. I let him stare a moment before clearing my throat. His gaze snapped to mine.
"I'd like a word with you," I told him. "In private."
He raised a dark brow before waving his hand. The two guards that stood watch on either side of his throne immediately went into action, hustling the souls out of the room and closing the door behind them, leaving me alone with their master.
"This is an unexpected surprise." His deepened voice slid over me and sent chills down my spine. Although, they probably weren't the same chills that everyone else felt after hearing that voice.
Since I decided to embrace my twisted side, I had no problem admitting that I found the devil attractive, in either of his forms. His power and strength lured me in a way no other ever had. The devil enticed me. He made me imagine things that only he could make a reality. And while at first, these thoughts were terrifying, over time I came to embrace them and even looked forward to them.
Before I came here, I knew that they could only be a fantasy, but maybe with a bit of not so gentle prodding, they could be more.
"I've decided to stop fighting my imprisonment," I announced.
His eyes widened. Obviously not expecting that to come out of my mouth. It was a heady feeling, catching the devil off guard.
"Is that so?" he asked in a slow drawl. “I wasn’t aware that you were.”
"It is." I gave a sharp nod. “And it may have been a mental fight, but a fight all the same.”
We were both silent as we watched each other, deciding who would make the next move. He broke first.
"I never agreed with your mother’s idea of discipline, but I can't say that I'm unhappy you're here."
"And why is that?"
"I've been watching you for some time, Persephone. As creepy as it sounds, I remember the day you were born. Too beautiful for this world but a little hellion even then." He chuckled. "You aggravated your mother to no end in your formative years."
"And now?"
"Now you're a grown woman, and yet she still treats you like a child. And you allow her to."
"She's my mother."
"And you're your own person, with your own thoughts and drives that are separate from hers. I hope that during your time here you'll learn to see that."
"I think I'm beginning to."
Silence fell across the room once again, as I pondered if I was up for the task I set for myself. His deep rumble brought me out of my musings.
"Why are you here, Persephone?"
I looked him in the eyes, unflinching, and uttered my truth. "I have a twisted mind, Lord Hades. And I've decided it's time to embrace it."
"In what way?" he asked, intrigue striking his features.
You'll find out in but a moment.
Without answering him, I climbed the steps to his throne. Embracing all my deviant thoughts, and gathering my courage, I straddled his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. He did nothing to stop me, but his hands tightened on the arms of his seat.
"I wish to have my way with you, Lord Hades," I purred. "Will you allow me that?"
His voice turned husky as he answered, "I don't see what you can gain from this, but do as you wish."
"Excellent."
Not giving him a moment to rethink our roles, I leaned in, placing a small open-mouthed kiss on his lips before moving down to his neck. His large veins throbbed as I tongued the skin there, slowly skimming my teeth over his flesh before biting down softly. A low groan erupted from his throat as I moved down to his chest, placing open mouthed kisses as I went. My hand drifted down to his pants as I reached his bare chest.
Thankfully, the lord of the Underworld didn’t think he’d need a shirt when attending to his people.
My mouth trailed a path to his nipple as my hand found his cock over his pants, just starting to harden. I circled my tongue around the dark skin of his areola until his nipple tightened and closed my mouth around it. Lazily, I stroked my fingers up and down his shaft as I gave his nipple expert attention before moving to the other. As soon as they were hardened peaks, I stood and told him to stand.
His breathing was elevated as I took a step back to give him space, his pupils fully dilated as he watched me with lust heating his eyes. He stood at least two feet taller than me, my head at his rib cage which I immediately started to pepper with open mouth kisses as my hands worked to undo his pants. They dropped with a soft whoosh as I continued to lower myself, dropping kisses across his hardened abs, to the deep adonis belt leading to his cock.
Who knew the devil went commando?
Without touching his semi-hard package, I lowered myself to just below him as he widened his stance. I leaned in closer and stopped myself as I inhaled his heady musk. This position wasn't going to work for what I wanted. I backed away and stood, earning a raised brow from the god before me.
"I need you to lay down," I told him.
"You picked the wrong place for comfort, Persephone."
"I didn't ask for comfort. I asked you to lay down."
The corner of his lips twitched as he fought a smile, and gave me a small nod. He moved over to the side of his throne where a large open space waited for his body to grace the smooth, cool marble. As he settled himself on the floor—something I was sure no othe
r had ever requested of him—I went down a step to where his ass just barely hung onto the edge. The man was pure muscle.
I lowered myself back down to my knees, just outside of his opened legs, and draped myself over his muscular thigh. My breasts ached where they rested against him, his heat searing into my dress as I lifted his heavy balls as much as I could without touching his cock. Even half soft, he was already larger than all of the other men I’d had before him. I knew it would take all the skill I possessed to get him where I wanted him to be. He wouldn't feel the heat of my hand until I was ready for him.
With his balls lifted and in place, I licked a long, slow line with the flat of my tongue across his perineum, up the center of his sack, and sucked one heavy ball into my mouth. I moaned around the musky flavor as I felt myself grow damp.
My tongue circled around his sack as I finally took him in hand, the tips of my fingers not even close to touching around his girth. I found that to be more of a challenge than a hindrance. I stroked his slowly hardening cock leisurely as I moved to the other ball, giving it the same attention before I cradled them in my free hand, swapping open-mouthed kisses between the two. My tongue lavishing attention on each as if my taste buds couldn’t get enough. I didn’t even think to try placing both in my mouth at once the way I normally would when giving a blowjob this thorough, he was simply too big. And I knew this was only a sure glimpse into what I could expect once I tackled his cock.
His labored breaths reached my ears as I moved my mouth away from his balls, only to lick a slim line up his shaft with the tip of my tongue. Each bumpy vein I slid over sent a pang of need straight to my empty cunt. As I reached his mushroomed tip, I sucked him in—a tight fit as expected—keeping my lips stretched as my tongue swirled around the edge and through his slit. The taste of his precum as his cock hardened to full extension was blissful. I moaned around him as I took him deeper, reveling in the short pants and groans that emanated from his mouth.
With a short growl, he sat up, removing me from his member. "Enough of this. It’s my turn now."
A surprised squeak escaped me as he grabbed my legs and turned me. He pulled me up to his mouth as my dress fell open. Draping my legs over his shoulders, he set his mouth to my silk covered mound and licked a flat line from my clit to my entrance that had me moaning aloud.
His arms wrapped around my waist to keep me in place as he tore my panties away with his teeth and set himself to tonguing me with a fervor I'd never felt before. His tongue pillaged my opening, sucking out every drop of wetness and moaning into me.
Not wanting to be sidetracked by his talented tongue, I set my mouth back on him. My hand stroking the length my mouth couldn't reach as I took him as far back into my throat as I could. I'd never been more proud of not having a gag reflex as we drove each other wild. My hips circled as his tongue flicked over my clit at a fast pace, driving my hunger for him higher. I continuously moaned around his shaft as if I couldn't get enough.
I pumped him like I was starved for his cum as my head bobbed and tongue swirled. He bucked his hips as much as he could with our position, driving himself into my mouth and feeding the hunger he created in me. Somehow, I managed to wrap my legs around his head, wanting to draw him in closer.
A finger pierced my entrance as I cried into him, feverishly matching his thrusts as his tongue played havoc on my throbbing clit. Reaching down, I massaged his balls as I continued to devour him. My hand and mouth tightened as I felt my orgasm start to tingle my toes. I ground into his mouth wildly as I continued to suck on his head, stroking his large cock as his balls tightened.
With the way our orgasms were building, I knew they were about to be Earth-shattering, and I was determined not to get there alone. Tightening my hands on his balls and cock, I stroked him faster, my mouth staying in place as my tongue continuously slid through his slit. I was searching for the cum I knew would come shooting out of that tiny hole at any moment. And it did.
Just as the most mind-blowing orgasm washed over me, stealing my breath, the first jet of his cum shot to the back of my throat. Back spasming, legs shaking, I cried out in bliss as I fought to breathe and swallow at the same time. His milky essence coated my mouth, spilling out the sides and dripped down his pulsing shaft.
Growling moans competed against the blood rushing through my ears in a quest to be heard. I pulled my mouth off of him and cried out as he continued to lave at my over-sensitized clit, quickly whipping me into a second orgasm I wasn’t sure I could survive.
His cock continued to pump out ropes of cum, splashing my jaw and the swell of my breasts. I could do nothing but hold onto him as my pussy pulsed around his thick finger, my second orgasm careening me into a dark haze where nothing existed but the feel of the god beneath me.
I was ruined. One sexual encounter with the man who’d taken up space in my brain for decades and I was ruined for any other. He ruined the chances of any other man being able to satisfy me. My life would be a lonely dismal existence once I left here and went back to my mother’s.
Bastard.
When the world finally came back into focus, I briefly registered that he’d turned me around and I was now laying on his chest—his smooth, caramel colored, human guised chest. I had a small moment to wonder why I was disappointed he’d changed back before his icy eyes met mine and his lips crashed into me.
My already heavy eyelids slammed closed as I moaned into the kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, a sweet yet salty tang that I didn’t really mind, and wondered how he felt about his taste on mine. Our tongues twirled together in a sensual dance as his arms tightened around me, his large, erect cock butting against my entrance.
We were both breathing heavy as the kiss broke, staring into each other’s eyes with something like wonder in his, and what I was sure was complete bafflement in mine.
His cock twitched against me, making me shudder deliciously as I moaned and tilted my hips against him. A primal heat emerged in his eyes seconds before he lined up with my opening, and surged inside me. My back bowed as I pressed down on him, momentarily losing my breath as he went even deeper.
His large hands moved from my waist to rip the bodice of the dress, exposing my breasts to him. He took one in hand while the other went back to my waist, lifting me off of him before he plunged back inside. Our groans mingled as I looked down on him and placed my hands on his chest. Feeling steadier, I lifted my hips slowly, relishing every bump of his veiny cock until I reached the tip and slammed down. His groan of pleasure was my reward.
More confident with our position, I rode him hard. My breasts bounced with each downward thrust, as his hips surged up to meet me. Leaving my waist, he palmed both of my breasts, fondling their weight as I bounced on him. The slap of skin and the moans and grunts from our merging were the only sounds to be heard.
We sped up as he tweaked my nipples, sweat dripping down our skin and merging with the leftover trails of his cum that had transferred from my chest to his. In the back of my mind, I wondered if it bothered him, having his cum on his chest, but I was too busy chasing my orgasm to care.
Suddenly, he pulled me down on top of him, squishing our chests together as our mouths merged as one. His hands smoothed down the curve of my back where one settled at the dip in my waist while the other went to palm my ass. He kept me pressed against him as he thrust into me hard and fast. The new angle and his deep strokes tipped the scales and left me careening into my third orgasm of the day.
I broke the kiss to cry out, his mouth immediately moving to my neck to bite down, sending me even further into the stratosphere. With a few more hard pumps, his cock pulsed and he came hard, shooting his load into my wet channel.
He moaned into my neck as his hips continued to thrust, short, quick strokes that sent my over-sensitized body into a numb-like daze. Only when his cock was finally spent did he stop, his mouth trailing kisses up my neck and back to my lips. The sweet, sensual way his lips moved over mine was so at odds with
the brutal fucking we’d just concluded, it left me dazed.
With a satiated sigh, he pulled back.
“You’ve ruined me,” he murmured, vocalizing my earlier thoughts about him precisely. “In one unexpected encountered, you’ve ruined all other women for me.”
“Ditto,” I mumbled stupidly. “How will I ever settle for another man knowing the things you can do to me?”
His jaw tightened as a different kind of fire from earlier entered his eyes. “You won’t.”
Chapter Four
There’s a human expression that I’d become rather fond of. The devil is in the details. At first look, the Underworld, and Hades’ castle, in particular, both give off a very menacing vibe, much like the god himself. But when you look closer, you start to notice things you wouldn’t normally see since you’re too busy trying not to make direct eye contact, or stare too long in case something jumps out at you.
It’d been a few weeks since my interlude with Hades, and during that time I saw the details for what they were. The Lord of the Underworld, in direct opposition to his cold-hearted reputation among the other gods and goddesses, had a deep love for art, architecture, and cultivation. When he was given dominion over the Underworld, he used his magic to design the castle to his exact specifications, adding multiple pieces of art and the huge courtyard conservatory over the years. In its center was a large hedge maze that I loved spending hours getting lost in. Hades would sometimes accompany me in the garden, but we mostly saw each other during meal times. I’d stopped taking them in my room, opting to spend as much time with the enticing god as I could before my time here came to an end.
We hadn’t been together sexually since our first coupling. And I hadn’t exactly made him my bitch as intended, but I enjoyed what we did, and if that was all I’d leave with, so be it. That was my mindset as I strolled the gardens for yet another day, basking in the burnt umber sky as the day slipped into night. I was more content than I had been in a long time, which was why the guard that approached me took me by surprise.
