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He shakes his head, feeling foolish for wondering. Hades told him long ago that she believes her womb barren. The thought roots, and Kore places his palm against Hades' skin. He feels the pulse of life beneath her skin, the way he does with all living things. Kore thinks of his seed, growing in the cool garden of her womb. He imagines that seed forming into a small goddess—one with Hades' laugh and dark hair.
Kore thinks of a name, but he won’t put sound to that wish for fear he would regret it when his hope doesn’t yield fruit.
“What are you thinking?” Hades asks, her hands cupping his cheeks.
“I’m thinking if I were mortal I could die happy.”
A content smile draws across Hades' lush mouth, “Thank Chaos you can’t ever leave me.” If it were any other immortal being saying that to him, Kore would run. Fear of commitment would seize him and he’d be gone, but now he wonders how he got so lucky. How did an unseen god like him find a goddess like Hades? What did the Fates see in him that warranted such a stroke of fortune?
He flips them, his body pressing over Hades', crowding his queen into the soft mattress.
“We can go soft again, at a later time…” Kore husks. His warm breath whispering against Hades' skin, pebbling her nipples with arousal. “Now, my love, I need you.”
“Take it all, my daffodil,” Hades surrenders. A queen who opens her borders for Kore’s lusty invasion.
He holds her hips up, snapping into her body with rough thrusts that hit her just right. A pleased shout builds in Hades' throat. Kore watches as her skin flushes from her chest, up her neck, across her cheeks. When her eyes open, a glassy sheen covers them, and Kore stares with desperate anticipation as her mouth opens. Releasing a scream that signals the start of his own orgasm.
Sticky with sweat he hugs her closer, enjoying the way their bodies cling together.
“Again,” Hades demands. Once her voice returns.
Kore laughs, “As often as you want.”
47
Hades
Hades makes up for lost time. Hecate told her she could rest for centuries, but she decides she deserves days. Days of Kore hard, ready, and willing ease the tension that often rests at the base of her skull.
He held her against the shower after that first rejoining; her back developed a delicious bruise from the way he slammed into her until she came with a forceful shout. The next day, he had Hades in his lap as he sat on her throne. Telling her what a bad little mortal she’d been and how, as King of the Underworld, it was his duty to punish her.
“Do you want my come, little human?” Kore teased, his teeth pinching her nipple between his teeth.
“Yes,” she bounced desperately, but he held her where Hades couldn’t seek her relief. Only hints of what she could have, only the tip of a whole prize.
“How bad do you want it?”
“I’ll bind myself to you for eternity,” Hades pleaded. She was desperate, and Kore ran the tip of his tongue over his lip at that promise.
“I do love the idea of keeping my own mortal,” Kore said as he allowed Hades to draw the rest of his cock within her. She rode him relentlessly, causing Kore to forgo their play and wrap his arms around her, holding her tight as she commanded him to come within her. He did, his fingers left bruises in her hips as he held her hard and slammed up into Hades. Kore filled her with so much come it dripped down her legs for hours after that. When he later reached a hand up her skirt, he used his come to finger her until she came on his palm while they wandered in the garden Kore planted.
Now, Kore has her over the table in the great dining hall, his hand wrapped in her hair as he snaps into her from behind. The servants left as soon as Kore dismissed them, after they’d exchanged heated glances over their plates of grilled fish. Dinner is the last thing on either of their minds as Kore lifts Haden’s hips higher.
“I’m going to fuck you all over this palace. That way you recall, in vivid detail, the feel of my cock as you conduct business.” Kore’s words make her wetter, and she can hear him sliding in and out of her. Kore recites a filthy litany while their bodies create the orchestra, and Hades doubts Aphrodite knows a lover as bold as hers. “Hades,” Kore rumbles against her shoulder. Punctuating her name with his teeth. “I want you wet for me at all hours of the day. I want to climb beneath your desk and drink the nectar of your cunt while you conduct meetings.”
“Fuck,” Hades shouts. Her breasts slap together as Kore releases them from the confines of her dress. He lets go of her left hip and reaches to squeeze her breast. Twisting her nipple in the way he knows will bring her to orgasm faster.
“Kore,” she pants. Without much success she tries to thrust backward. In this moment, Kore’s in control of the pace, depth, and angle. “Harder,” Hades begs.
“What the fuck?” Zeus demands, bursting into the room right as Hades comes.
Hades can’t see Kore’s expression, but he doesn’t stop seeking his own relief. He does create a dark vine that shoves Zeus out of the room while he finishes.
“Not even Zeus kills your desire?” Hades teases while standing on shaking legs and doing up the ties of her dress.
“Nothing kills my desire for you,” Kore assures her, tucking his still half-hard cock into his jeans. “If he wasn’t here, I’d flip you and fuck you on this table a second time.”
“Please don’t,” Zeus shouts as he re-enters the dining hall.
