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“Am I…? Is it…?”
“It’s fucking perfection,” he growls through gritted teeth. “I want to break you, my queen. I want nothing more than to fuck you until you’re bleeding on my cock, coating it with your crimson lifeforce.”
My eyes widen. I feel the shock on my face from his filthy words and desires. “But . . . I . . .” My words are merely a mumble when Hades starts moving again, his thick cock deep inside my ass.
“Play with your pussy, my queen. Play with your clit, and you’ll feel more pleasure than you ever thought possible.”
I don’t believe him. How can so much pain bring pleasure? But I do it anyway. I obey my king, and I allow my fingers to toy with my pussy, index finger playing with the hard nub that sends sizzling pleasure through every nerve ending in my body.
Shutting my eyes, I focus on the pleasure, but when Hades moves, I feel the sting of pain. Both emotions take hold of me. They turn me inside out, upside down as they grip me in their tug of war.
With each thrust, I cry out, but soon, after long moments, it’s no longer pain or pleasure. It feels as if I’m flying. My body shakes, and my arms tremble as my muscles go slack, and soon enough, I feel myself burst from an orgasm so strong, so intense that everything else dims around me.
I feel weightless and empty, but full and heavy at the same time. I’m not sure how long I lie there, but when I open my eyes, I’m in the arms of Hades, and he’s holding me as if I’m the most precious thing in his world.
And I suppose I am.
I can’t wait to give him more.
Epilogue
Persephone
The flowers are in bloom, bright, colorful, and beautiful, just like I remember them. With every step closer to the home I grew up in, I feel more removed than ever before. When I lived here, I recall times where I wished I would be far away. Now, even coming back for my first birthday since leaving, I still feel the same.
The Underworld has become my home, a place where I can be myself. Even though Hades is known for his darkness, he’s brought a light to my life, I never knew I was missing.
My stomach has swollen, and the baby will soon be here. I’m not fearful of my parents or what they will say. I’m a married woman now, a queen, and I will soon bear them a grandchild I hope they’ll love as much as they loved me.
All my life, I spent my time alone, but my mother and father were there when I needed them. My father, though, he was the one who told Hades he could take me. Perhaps he was trying to save me, or maybe he wanted me gone. Either way, I’m back to tell them how happy I am.
When I stroll through the grounds into the entrance hall, I feel the sunshine burning through me. Hades told me I couldn’t stay long, or I’d feel the effects of the world on my body. At first, I thought he was lying, but now that I’m here, only for a few moments, I realize he’s right.
“Persephone?” Dad’s voice thunders around the walls, columns, and pillars, and I spin on my heel to find him trudging toward me. He’s a big, formidable god, and seeing him here, older, more wrinkled than I recall hurts my heart.
“Daddy?”
“Oh, girl.” He smiles, pulling me into his strong arms as he presses his lips to the top of my head again and again. I feel him shake, and I wonder if my father truly is crying. His emotion is palpable, and I can’t help but smile.
“I’ve missed you and Mother,” I tell him earnestly. “But, I’m truly happy, Father.”
He steps back, regarding me with his dark gaze, the same stare that Hades has. I know who they are. Brothers. I know what the relation is, and I don’t care. I’ve found love, and nothing can ever change that.
“I didn’t think he’d allow you to come and see us,” Father tells me, leading me deeper into the house. “And you’re . . . you’re with child?”
“I am.” I smile, my hand circling the small bump that’s growing at a steady pace. I didn’t think it would be possible, but only two nights after he’d promised to seed me, it happened. I felt it the moment it occurred.
“You’re beautiful, my darling girl,” Father says as he walks beside me into the living room, where we find Mother sitting at the window, looking out at the gardens I often tended.
“Look who’s here,” Father announces with pride and happiness in his voice.
When she turns her head, her gaze lands on mine and turns to a watery stare. “Is it truly you, my daughter?” she mutters, moving swiftly toward me. “I can’t believe this. He allowed you to come to us.”
