Preemptive warning: this chapter contains mature content. Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter 6

Persephone's hands finished unbuttoning the oversized shirt and then shrugged it off her arms. Hades gave up on trying to look dignified, he was outright gawking. There was lace everywhere. Lace trim on the slender straps on her thong. The see-through lace of her bra let supple pink skin peak through intricate floral designs. Feeling hot blood rush to his groin, he put his hands on her hips and gently ground against her. Her moan echoed throughout the room and Hades knew he'd do anything to hear that sound again. Smiling devilishly, he sat up with her still straddling his lap and skimmed his hands up her sides. Persephone let out a sound halfway between a sigh and a squeak as she felt thumbs glide over her nipples. He growled her name into her neck before he bit into her tender flesh. "Aidôneus," she gasped.

Hades' eyes glowed red. People didn't often use his proper name, mostly to avoid pissing him off, but it from her lips… Gods, he wanted to hear her chant it like a prayer. He made quick work of removing his own shirt before he felt for the clasp at the back of her bra. She undid his belt and unzipped his slacks before trying to slide a hand into his boxers. After gently redirecting her hand to his chest, he flipped them over on the bed.

Persephone pouted at his interruption, "Please, I want to make you feel good first."

"Maybe next time," he whispered against her lips breathlessly.

She grinned widely at the mention of a next time and acquiesced silently. In a flash, Hades' pants and boxers were tossed across the room, with Persephone's thong following shortly. With their foreheads pressed together, they both took a second to gather their wits about them. "Are you ready?" Hades asked tenderly. Her legs wrapped around him and she pressed her lips to his in lieu of a response. He buried his faced into the crook of her neck as he thrust into her, stifling a low growl. Persephone cradled the back of his head with her hand and knotted her fingers in his hair. The nails of her other hand dug into the skin on his back and he couldn't help but groan. As he picked up the pace, she arched her back and cried out at this unfamiliar feeling. With Hades, everything felt so good…

On his part, Hades realized his initial impression of her had been correct: he would be more than happy to spend eternity trapped between these lovely thighs. He sat back on his heels and brought her with him until she straddled his lap. As she sunk down onto him, he felt his eyes roll back. She was paradise, pink and warm and everything good trapped in a corporeal form. When she gripped his shoulders tightly and rolled her hips urgently, he had to hold himself back from exploding right then and there. "Kore," he panted against her skin.

She never wanted this to end. This was how she wanted to spend every day, with Hades beside her, above her, in her, behind her… An impending feeling of something hit her and she tightened around him as she chased completion. Hades grabbed her ass in both his hands and groaned loudly at the sensation of her velvet walls squeezing him tightly. But most of all, he loved the sounds she was making. Gods, he wanted the whole Underworld to know that he was the one to make her feel this way. Leaning down, he took a nipple in his mouth and bit gently. And with that, the goddess unraveled. Her skin flushed, her toes curled, and she tossed her head back in a silent scream.

He continued planting warm kisses across her chest as he pushed into her harder, thrusting even as she came. Feeling himself getting close, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard. She leaned back, looking at him as if through a haze. Her entire body was on fire and her muscles felt like clay, but she trusted him to hold her up. When Hades buried his face in her hair and let out a staggered moan, she felt a warmth bloom inside of her. They struggled to regain their breath, still clutching each other tightly. He tucked a few stray pink strands behind her ear and smiled as he whispered a winded "I love you." She returned his smile and giggled as they collapsed together on the bed.

With a lovesick look in his eye, he asked if she need to be taken home. Persephone bit her lip before replying, "I could always just tell Artemis I'm staying with the Moirai for the weekend…" He pulled her flush against his chest, grinning at her.

"I get you all to myself for two days?"

Her grin mirrored his as she reached up and brushed her thumb over his cheek. "Well, I plan to be yours longer than that…" She laughed gaily at the sight of the mighty King of the Underworld, the God of death, the Unseen one…sporting a bright blue blush.

Finis