Page 66 of Spring's Descent
My grip on Hades’s arm tightened as his wings unfurled, tendrils of darkness billowing out around us. The cerulean blue of his gaze vanished as the great ram horns upon his head spiraled into being. His lips twisted into an arrogant smirk, one that promised pain to anyone who dared to cross him. Hades was the embodiment of every horror story, of every whispered fear uttered into a silent night. Hewaspower.
All stayed bowed as Hades led us through the throne room, his shadows flanking us in a torrent of night. Sharp inhales and curious eyes glanced up as we passed, the throng of spectators scenting what we’d done.
Everyone in this room knew I’d had the God of The Underworld between my thighs moments ago. Where I would’ve felt exposed before, now I felt liberated. It was a subtle shift in perspectives, but a pivotal one. If I were to be Queen of The Underworld, to rule at Hades’s side over the monsters of this realm, I needed to own it. Fear was a weakness that would be exploited, one that would jeopardize Hades’s power. And I refused to be a weakness for him.
With more confidence than I felt, I crafted my own sinister smile, lifting my chin as we stepped up the dais. Every being in the room turned, watching through inclined positions as Hades guided me to his throne.
My heart skipped a beat as he placed me among the obsidian shards, before stepping back himself. Shadows swirled around us, the dark making the golden silk of my gown and the make-shift crown upon my head stand out further as The God of The Underworld dropped to his knees.
Murmurs erupted through the throne room.
“Silence,” Hades commanded, his voice threateningly low as the darkness thickened. “Your queen has not given you leave to speak.”
I swallowed as the waiting creatures of The Underworld focused their attention on me. Hades’s shadows brushed the curve of my cheek, caressed the edge of my collarbone, letting me know he was with me. That he would be with me forever.
Taking strength in our bond, I sat up a little straighter. “The party may resume.”
A genuine smile broke across my god’s face as he stood. Hades tilted my chin up, parting my lips with his tongue as the music started. He tasted like frost and darkness with the faintest hint of me still lingering on his lips.
“You did well, little witch,” he rumbled low enough for only me to hear. “There will be dancing and dinner, and then we’ll be free to indulge in each other.”
His shadows drifted between my legs, brushing against my pussy. My breathing deepened as my nipples hardened, the scent of my arousal turning a few heads in our direction.
“Unless you didn’t want to wait.”
“Hades,” I breathed, not sure if I wanted him to stop or continue. He grinned as if he knew exactly what I was feeling.
“I once teased you with the idea of exhibitionism on the shores of the Lethe. Of fucking you in the forest for all to see. But what if we were in a throne room?”
Tendrils of darkness wrapped around my ankles, anchoring them to the throne. The large slit in my gown stretched as my knees were pushed apart. Hades stood before me, his body and shadows concealing my naked center from the eyes of his court.
“Say ‘yes’, Persephone. And I’ll have you riding my face in front of everyone.”
I glanced around him, noting the heated looks turned our way. More than one of them were women staring in disbelief as Hades’s shadows made me bite my lip against another moan. Jealousy pricked as their hungry gazes took in the vastness of his power. Of how his attention was fixated on me.
I’d already given my heart to Hades, had decided to give my body, but he was just as much mine as I was his. And I wanted everyone in this room to know who he belonged to.
Looking up into his eyes, I sat up and scooted to the edge of the throne, my legs still held wide for his shadows to tease. He lifted a brow as my hands came to his thighs.
“I have a better idea,” I breathed, undoing the laces of his pants until his straining cock was free. His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head to meet his gaze.
“I won’t be gentle,” he warned, the blackness of his eyes growing deeper some how.
“Let them watch,” I breathed, licking my lips as his cock twitched. “Let them see how much their queen can take.”
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HADES
I’d meantto be the one worshiping Persephone before our people. To have her thighs wrapped around my face as she rode my tongue, using my horns for balance.
But my little witch had other plans.
Her green eyes stared up at me from the edge of my throne as she wrapped a hand around my cock, guiding my tip to her lips. My hands fisted in her hair as she licked up my length.
“Use me, Hades,” she breathed, hitching her dress further up as she spread her legs for my shadows.
I tugged on her hair, pulling a gasp from her lips as I leaned down. I dragged my nose up the length of her neck, dropping my voice low for only her to hear. “Careful what you ask for, little witch.”