Hades P.O.V.

I stood there like the stunned prey that I usually dragged down to the underworld. Though not because I was scared shit-less like my poor victims, but rather that I was aroused out of my fucking mind. 

The scent of honeysuckle, pomegranate, and female pleasure drew me, and my growing cock, to that fated riverbank beneath the waterfall. The dusk had just begun to darken the sky with fiery hues, making the sight I was witnessing a spectacle bathed in golden light. Two of the most beautiful young maidens I had ever seen were making sweet, tender love in the calm pool beneath the waterfall. Their wet hairs clung to their naked shoulders and breasts as the two of them devoured each other while vigorously tending to what was going on below the water…. 

What I would give to be a fish in that river right now. I mused as I hid behind a wide poplar tree like some sick, deranged pervert. But I couldn’t help myself as my dick stiffened to a near-painful hardness within my thick, cotton pants.

Truthfully, one maiden in particular caught my attention, and dear gods, there was no sign of surrender. Her moans elicited the deepest, most primal longing I had ever experienced in a millennium of existence. 

I knew nothing but the sound of her voice in ecstasy — it was my new beacon for living. The moment I heard it, I knew I would do anything to hear it over & over again for the rest of my days. 

Without awareness, I had begun stroking myself through my pants.

Do I dare expose myself behind this tree and indulge in my desires….

Choosing to stay clothed, I stood alert and enjoyed the show until the resounding orchestra of women climaxing filled the forest. With my cotton-covered cock in hand, I found myself in the same place of ecstasy. Luckily for my moaning ass, a flock of birds in the trees above me sounded in alarm, stifling my own song of pleasure.

Well, thank the gods I wore my dark slacks today…. I mused while examining the large wet stain I created in my trousers. 

Then I heard her speak, and I froze.

“Why doesn’t Aphrodite run her own nighttime bath?” 

So her lover was Aphrodite's handmaid, but who is she….

Within a handful of stilled, silent breaths, I got my answer.

“Persephone….” 

Hearing her name, once again, elicited a primal longing within me. I needed her. All of her. And I simply wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

Snapping slightly out of my daze, I heard their sweet exchange and did my best to fight the urge to step out from my tree to claim her for my own. 

“Will I see you at my mother's party tomorrow night?” 

Good to know Demeter is having a party, my invite must have gotten lost….

I stood attempting to gather my wits when I was suddenly faced with a choice — how to approach this divine creature whom I was determined to make my queen. 

“…be my date….” I heard her coo persuasively. 

How her lover turned that down, I'll never understand, but the moment my maiden was alone, all rationale went out of my mind. 

“I’ll be your date,” I said as soon as I emerged from my tree hiding spot. Truthfully, the look of slight fear in her eyes made my cock twitch, but I ignored those basal instincts and did my best to charm her. 

As we conversed, exchanging sarcasm and stolen glances to our nether-regions, the heat building between us became too much to bear.

Then she brazenly dropped her thin picnic blanket, and the small semblance of rationale that was gripping onto my consciousness was blown into smithereens. 

I did not care about the consequences as my mind worked quickly, locking in on her picnic basket and the shiny pomegranate peaking out. 

Surely she has no idea that by accepting something from the God of Death, she binds herself to me for all of eternity….

Within moments, the earth cracked open, and I was holding my unwilling bride firmly in my arms, with no intention of letting her go, as we plunged into the icy darkness.

Persephone P.O.V. 

As the freezing darkness whirred around me feverishly, all I could feel was the hot, growing hardness pressed against my hip. Having never been with a man before, this was the first time I had ever felt a man's hardened member, even through clothing. 

My mom had made sure to keep me “pure” from the male touch for the duration of my life; no men were allowed in or even near my bed chambers, the only staff that were allowed to speak with me were women, and when having the occasional ball or party, I was always surrounded by my trove of exceptionally strong female bodyguards. So in short, my mother was incredibly adept at protecting me from cock, but she never did much to keep me away from sex. 

As soon as my womanly body matured, my hands found my pleasure zones, especially my clitoris, multiple times a day. Within no time at all, I was asking my handmaids if they did it as well, often including a visual tutorial. Those exchanges nearly always ended with their head, hands, or both between my legs, or me showing them how to feel… so… good. 

Then Cyane started working for Aphrodite, and everything changed. No longer purely physical, I felt real, romantic love for the first time. We first met at one of my mother’s infamous parties shortly after my sexual awakening and found ourselves entranced in conversation and dance all night long. My mom, astute as ever, confronted me the next morning and told me she didn’t mind my love of women; she just didn’t want me fraternizing with ‘the help.’  I didn’t have the heart to tell her ‘the help’ were the only women I had been with, so from that point on, I kept my romantic trysts a secret. Further, up until the last year or so, I ignored my bleeding heart for Cyane in favor of a close friendship, with only the occasional secret wine-drunken make-outs to keep our pulsing pussies at bay. 

It was only recently that I had let myself fully fall for her – and I was hellbent on telling my mom the truth of our love, uncaring how she reacted. It was all going so smoothly, leading up to my mother’s big party where I would walk hand in hand with the woman I love, until this PRICK kidnapped me into oblivion….

Suddenly, in what felt like no time at all, my bare feet were hitting the cold dirt ground. Thankfully, Mr. Death had the decency to make the impact as graceful as possible – clinging to me as if his life depended on it until I broke free from his grasp. 

“Why the FUCK did you just do that?!” I screamed at my kidnapper, landing my fierce gaze on his torch-lit face. His handsome, rugged, and devilishly cheeky face with the kind of deep, dark brown eyes I could get lost in. The surrounding environment was dark and damp, and the only view in sight was a torch-lit tunnel awaiting me. 

“I–” he stammered before brushing a muscular hand through his jet black hair, “I just couldn’t help myself.” He grinned wickedly and licked his lips as he continued, “You looked so divinely delicious… I felt like I simply needed to sink my teeth into you.”

Mr. Death suavely stepped toward me, hands low and ready to grab my hips, when I delivered the strongest stomp my legs could muster onto his unsuspecting foot. 

“You’re a fucking predator,” I spat verbally before greeting his cheek with my saliva as he was doubled over in dramatized pain. 

To my disgust, he ultimately replied with a wide smile and took his large pointer finger to his face, then wiped it clean and sucked his finger dry. 

I watched with my jaw hanging slack. Though I would never admit it to him, my pussy throbbed at the sight of his lips puckering around his long, thick finger. 

Laughing in disbelief, I scoffed, “Freak.”

“You just bring it out in me,” he said, chuckling lowly, inching closer to me. “Like how my cock got the hardest it’s ever been watching you in that riverbank; naked, wet, supple flesh….” 

Though my pussy had developed her own heartbeat, I ignored her to scold my captor.

“You think kidnapping me was going to make me, what, fall in LOVE with you?!” My voice rose in octave at the mention of the word love. “Dear Hades, just because you couldn’t trick some poor mortal woman into living in this damned underworld, doesn’t mean you had to steal me away from my life and loved ones.” I lowered my voice and scowled, “It’s quite a pathetic look on you.” 

His face remained stoic, save for the faint trace of a smirk, as I attempted to chew him up and spit him out. 

“I’m sorry, Sweet Pea, you said my name for the first time and everything else out of your mouth was a blur.” He replied, his voice low and gruff.

I flashed hot with rage, and once again suppressed my throbbing, now dripping wet, pussy.

Why was his voice so damn sexy….

“Don’t you DARE call me that,” I found my voice, and it echoed down the ominous tunnel to my left. “I am a GODDESS,” I yelled. “You will treat me with some GODDAMN RESPECT and RETURN ME…NOW!” I felt like a young maiden, throwing a full-blown tantrum, but I didn’t care.

Much to my dismay and further fury, Hades smiled and sucked air into his teeth. “See, my dear Persephone, you accepted approximately 6 pomegranate seeds from my kind, outstretched hand and by doing so,” he paused for an annoyingly dramatic effect, “you bound yourself to me and my underworld domain for at least 6 months of the year.” He attempted to touch my shoulder, but I quickly swatted him away. “So, allow me to show you to your bedchamber and let you get settled into your new home.” 

~*~

After a tensely silent walk to my underground prison, which truthfully was a beautiful, ornate chamber within his breathtaking, black marble castle, I found myself slamming the door forcefully on Mr. Death.  

Anger, fear, disgust, and helplessness flooded me with every negative emotion upon my solitude. And yet… what I was feeling most strongly was pure arousal. Likely because my nipples had been piqued and my pussy had been wet since Mr. Death told me just how hard I made him.

My descent down here was the closest I had ever been to a hard cock, and to be frank, it took immense restraint to keep my curious hands from grabbing it. Even against my hip, through two layers of clothing, his hard flesh warmed and excited me. 

How good it would feel to have that length and width inside me…. And rather than my fingers, or my lover's hands and tongues, I imagined I would not be left aching for more. 

Without thought, my hands found my swollen clit beneath my dress and began making circles. I closed my eyes and imagined it was his hand, preparing my tight pussy to receive a man’s stiff member for the 1st time. 

I shortly removed my clothes and climbed onto the dark plum, silken bedding, eagerly spreading my legs wide. One hand circling my clit with lazy precision, and the other pinching & pulling at my perky nipples, I ached to be filled. I took my pointer and middle fingers and expertly played with my inner folds before inserting them into my hot, dripping wet opening. 

But the two fingers pumping inside me weren’t enough… I had felt his large, thick member, and it was at least the width of all my fingers combined. So naturally, I brought my fingers together into a point and began fisting myself vigorously.

I pictured Mr. Death naked and plowing me with his rock-hard cock. Within a minute of my fisting, combined with the unrelenting circles on my clitoris and my imagination, my vision began to blur. My body trembled as my orgasm rippled through me, soaking the bed thoroughly.

Oh great, he’s going to know immediately what this is from…. I thought as I viewed the impressive wet spot on my bedding. 

“Well, I just hope Death comes for me too,” I said aloud to no one but myself, examining my cum-covered fist with a smile. “Now, where can I find a towel in the underworld….”