Year of the Inner Goddess

October 2023 – Audio Version  

Hades claimed his love softly and ardently in the waning afternoon light. Her nude body was reposed, fully relaxed into the mattress of his bed. Persephone had been sleeping on her stomach, the white sheets draped over her delicate ankles in the warmth of the midday. Every muscle and curve of Persephone’s graceful body emanated the peace and blissful rest her heart sensed in his kingdom. Later, she wondered just how long Hades had lain beside her, watching her slumber. Had Hades even slept?

To begin, Hades brushed his fingers ever so tenderly up and down the ladder of Persephone’s exposed back. Still, the goddess slept. Gradually, his fingertips flowed down over her peached buttocks and upper thigh before returning to the lissom valley of her shoulders. Persephone sighed, recognizing her love’s touch despite the layers of dreams. Hades skimmed her swelling breast as it bulged from underneath her lithe body, spilling out the side of her ribcage. Persephone felt his sultry breath as Hades bent to brush aside the errant strands of her sapphire hair before gently kissing her flushed cheek. A grin tugged at the corner of her rosebud lips, and a faint blush warmed her face at the intimacy. 

Still mostly asleep, Persephone kept her eyes fastened, choosing to enjoy the weighty blanket of sleep ebbing away and being replaced by Hades’ slow seduction of her body. It was a glorious experience. Her nap had been restorative, and to awaken having her body worshipped had Persephone feeling an overwhelming sense of love and acceptance. A part of her was afraid that if she opened her heavy eyelids, the spell might splinter and dissolve into nothing, allowing her loneliness and despair to return, so she kept her eyes shuttered.  

Hades’ traced the outline of Persephone’s long, elegant neck and down the curve of her shoulder. Encouraged by her responsive grin, Hades pressed his body against hers, his throbbing glory wedged against her supple thigh. Persephone moaned at the contact and wiggled her hips in encouragement. Hades needed no second invitation, rising to position himself behind her. 

Persephone had been waiting for this moment, slick and needy after his slow enticement. Arching her hips into the air, she offered herself to the King of the Underworld. She felt his bulbous head glide over her slit, up and down, wetting himself on her slick lubricant. Persephone whimpered at the teasing gesture, grinding herself back and adjusting her hips to precisely the right angle, groaning when at last filled and stretched by the king’s length. Gods, she loved starting her day enveloped in his masculine energy and forceful sway over her body. 

Hades tightened his grip on her waist, fingers pressing in just under her ribcage. Gingerly, he increased his speed, seeking Persephone’s pleasure as the walls of her body tightened and convulsed around his thick glory. Gods of Olympus, he loved hearing her cries and utterances as he thrust into her, burying every inch within her tiny body. Her cries were not enough. He wanted to hear her scream and watch her face contort in orgasmic pleasure. He moved one hand lower over her hipbone for better leverage while twisting his fingers within Persephone’s loose sapphire locks, cautiously drawing her head toward her shoulder blades. She bucked against him, causing his heavy jewels to strike against her until her cries reached an echoing crescendo.

Her body begged for more as he slammed into her, pistoning her into climax after climax. Or was it just one incredibly mindblowing orgasm that escalated with every demanding thrust? Persephone did not know or care as she lost herself to her pleasure. Hades wrapped his arm around her hip, fingers seeking her pearl. Finding the swollen nub, Hades began to swirl his fingers, creating an eddy in her moist slickness. Persephone jerked against his broad and insistent hand as if possessed by her reigning frenzy. At the same time, she elevated her hips, curling and dipping her spine to allow his bulbous ridge to wreak havoc on her inner jewel. The plumage of her pillow began to dampen as she muffled her cries in its feathery confines.  

The sunbeams grew long across their pavilion, but the two gave Time no heed. The afternoon was theirs to enjoy, and not even Zeus dared to interrupt their abode’s sacred intimacy. Such was the harmony of their bodies and souls.

When the two collapsed at last, their glistening bodies momentarily sated, Hades pulled his love into his arms until her cheek, still marked from the sheets in the deepness of her sleep, rested against his chest. They breathed into the silence in deep contentment as tendrils of sleep beckoned with tempting tentacles. Hades ran his fingers through Persephone’s ruffled hair, knowing she cherished the connection of his strong fingers passing through her silken strands. She nuzzled closer in appreciation.

Hades had claimed her without her finery, without her crown, and with no effort on her part. Yet, Persephone had been made to feel irresistible and desirable even when lost in her dreams. Hades wanted her, needed her, and claimed her…just as she was, no makeup, no accentuating lingerie. Hades yearned for his love, and out of all the goddesses of Olympus, of all the mortals on earth, Hades saw Persephone. She held him a little tighter at the realization, her emotions overwhelming her and threatening to trickle from her hazel eyes. She took a deep breath to steady herself.

That evening, Persephone tempted the King once more, stepping from behind closed doors into the gentle light of their pavilion. Clad in tight-fitting leather trimmed with eyelash lace, she had surprised him with the new addition to her lingerie collection. Usually swathed in sheer delicate pastels or rich jewel-toned lace (the vibrant colors of her world), the leather/lace was an unusual acquisition to her carefully assembled wardrobe. Persephone was tickled to note she felt powerful and breathtaking. It seemed that the intrigue of the Underworld was influencing even her attire. 

Persephone smirked at the smoldering look Hades gave her as his eyes roved every inch of her barely concealed body. Hades grabbed her, crushing Persephone to his chest as she giggled into his lips at the vigorous response. Hades scooped her into his broad arms, eliciting a squeal of glee from Persephone as she wound her arms behind his head. With firm steps, he strode to the edge of the bed, and though securely held, Persephone felt herself falling back onto the bed. She expected the Lord of the Underworld to pounce on top of her; however, he caught her off guard, pushing the leather hem up to her waist before devouring and bathing her slit with his tongue. She exploded against him, hand on the back of his head, sparks flying as he honed in on her pearl, fingers tight against her thighs. 

Only when Persephone was a mewling puddle, pulling his wet lips from the apex of her thighs, did Hades move onto the bed and plunge within her. Persephone cried to the gods at the renewed orgasmic euphoria. Dewy kisses showered her face, and she tasted her sweet nectar trapped in the scruff peppering Hades’ chin. She shivered, stimulated and enticed by the taste of her own sugar. Thrust after dominating thrust bore into her needy body, transporting her far beyond their secluded penthouse. 

Upright on his knees, Hades wrapped his great hands under her hips, hoisting them high in the air. Persephone responded, rising onto her tiptoes, thighs clenched around his hips, resting her weight on her shoulders until she rose like a reborn Phoenix with only the crown of her sapphire head remaining to rest on the mattress. Persephone’s body became an arched rainbow as Hades continued to thunder within her. It was an extreme position, yet Persephone reveled in her agility and flexibility, feeling Hades surprised and appreciative response in return. He redoubled his attack. Her arms strained as they held her aloft, and the skin between her breasts grew taut. Regardless, she lifted herself higher, bowing her back. Overwhelmed by the sensuality of her body, the strength and dominance of Hades’s onslaught, Persephone burst into wonderous stardust.

Hades slowed and paused…

“Come…” His voice rumbled in the pavilion, piercing through her euphoria. “I want to try something.”

Hades moved her weak body to the immense window overlooking his realm. Persephone felt herself immediately rejuvenated at the salacious predicament as she gazed down. From the height of Hades’ penthouse, the spirits below looked like mere specks, and she wondered just how visible she was in the cloaked darkness of the night, lit from behind by the room’s faint illumination. Persephone spied the Moon Goddess on her slivered throne far above and winked conspiratorially. 

Persephone was distracted from her musing as her hem was gruffly pushed above her hips to her hourglass waist. Pressing her cheek to the cold crystal of the window, Persephone thrust her hips back, demanding his offensive entry. With devilish satisfaction, Hades used his body as a tool, relishing the sight of his love displayed for all his kingdom to witness. Releasing one hip, his fingers curled around the fabric, concealing one milky breast, exposing it to the chill of the midnight air. Persephone bit her lip in delight as her nipple perked and elongated at the change of temperature, Hade’s fondling fingers, and the striving intensity of his hips.  

Overcome with the prevailing need, Persephone whirled around and pushed Hades back onto the bed with a devilish command. His body bounced slightly as she scrambled over and impaled herself on his glistening grandeur. She must have looked a sight with one saucy breast exposed and her lingerie around her hips. Hades only looked at her in adoration as she gasped and wailed on him, moving her body to a rhythm only she knew and understood. Or did she? Pulling Persephone down to his chest, her head buried against his shoulder, his powerful arms coiled around her slim figure. Hades rocketed his erection, causing his magnificence to swell within her, penetrating her furthest reaches. Persephone cried, her body detonating in the ferocity of her raging orgasms.

“Be a good girl and cum for me.” He ordered, voice gruff and strained. 

His words snapped an invisible tether, and Persephone’s body responded with a fury she did not know it possessed. Her muscles and, indeed, her entire frame violently shook as she clung to him. His feet flat on the mattress, Hades lifted his lower body, using the swinging momentum to drive into Persephone until her fingers clawed the rumpled bedspread beneath him. Ignoring the unladylike utterances issuing from her lips, Persephone succumbed to the demands of Hades’ body until she weakly collapsed on top of him.

“Good girl.” Hades crooned as he pressed his lips to her ear and chuckled as Persephone convulsed once last time at his words. Her soft curls tickled his nose as he inhaled her flowery essence. 

“The things you do to me.” Was all Persephone could murmur.

Eager to promenade with the goddess slowly consuming his soul, Hades released Persephone to finish her toilette for the night’s frivolities. Persephone smirked, noting how he watched her out of the corner of his eye when he thought she was not looking. Persephone did her best to bewitch him, over-extenuating her curves and showcasing her assets just as he passed, delaying his own preparations. Hades’ sighs and mutters while pulling his hands back only motivated her nefarious advances. 

Starry-eyed and nearly besotted with each other, they strolled the sparkling darkness arm in arm. Hailing from painfully different worlds, Hades and Persephone were rather bewildered at the workings of the Fates and the narrative they wove to bring two such broken souls together. Though it had only been a few months since their first date, Hades wooed Persephone with regal deftness and noble patience, tuning his soul to the subtle frequency of her beating heart. Laiden with gifts and promises, others had sought Persephone’s gaze, pursuing her resistant hand with obstinate dedication, deaf to Persephone’s refrain. With the charm of the gods, Hades had turned her head, attracting her attention with his compassionate empathy. Without coercion, Hades was quickly becoming a treasured part of Persephone’s world, more than merely an aphrodisiac she could not refuse. 

The following day, it was Persephone’s turn to awaken Hades – kissing his shoulder and pressing her nude breasts against his chest as her legs entwined over his. His waking murmur assured the goddess that her attention pleased him. Biting her bottom lip, Persephone slithered on top of him, the heat of his sleepy form reaching up to engulf her naked body. Brushing her undulating curls over one shoulder, Persephone kissed up the side of Hade’s neck, gradually making her way to his firm lips. Her honeyed embraces started slowly as she held the reins of her need back lest she frighten the king  so early in the morning. After all, the god Helios had barely mounted his chariot to usher in the new day. 

Persephone had fully intended to take charge that morning, but it would not have been claiming Persephone now, would it? Hades, fully aware now, rolled on top of Persephone, burying his nose in the nape of her neck, causing her to giggle as his weight settled on top of her body. Persephone wrapped her legs around his body. Yearning washed over her as her fingers tightened around his neck, drinking the ambrosia of his lips. Tingles chased each other as they raced the length of her spine while Hades caressed her heavy breasts, the curve of her waist, and up the thick outside of her thigh. She sighed as Hades took control, guiding his swelling need to the entrance of her cocooning warmth. 

Hades held himself on all fours above his love, his hips pounding against her soft, supple body. His sinewy thighs grew ridged as he strained, his face just inches from hers. Reaching around, Persephone wrapped her arms around her legs, drawing her knees to her shoulders, her fingers digging into the high arches of her petite feet. The penetration deepened, reaching her inner gateway. His groans and her cries filled the penthouse. 

Almost as if reading one another’s thoughts, they changed positions. Persephone moved onto all fours, reaching between her tremoring legs to guide Hades’ girth within her, savoring the return of his prominent glory. Her sapphire hair cascaded down her shoulders, curtaining her face while Hades’ fingers took assertive control of Persephone’s vertical hips. The bed rattled in protest as carnal lust consumed the deities.  

Surrounded by the ruling Olympians, demons and monsters, mischievous sprites, and gothic vampires, Persephone had adored their evening, proudly strolling her arm interlocked with Hades under the sparkling stars. She had twirled, laughed, and flirted, but all that was passed. Now, she rejoiced in the intimate communion, her heart swelling with love as her body, mind, and soul became one with the striking Lord of the Underworld. Persephone wanted Hades and no other – his hands worshiping her velvety skin, his kisses on the sacred place of her forehead, his body claiming her in the dandelion glow of a new day. Claim her he did with all the might, care, and passion only an Olympian god could provide until Persephone lay spent and happy on the damp sheets, her throat raw from the exclamations of her wanton delight. Though her body was incapacitated and her muscles trembled, Persephone wondered if she had ever felt so radiant. 

In her world, “claim” was a unique word and, when spoken, evoked a chilling image that sent terror coursing through Persephone’s veins. “Claim” meant chains and control that demanded a head bowed in submission and wings tightly clipped. Once free, it had been a lonely winter for Persephone and an even longer time since she had experienced the joyous birth of a new Spring. Pining for Maytime, Persephone had carefully eschewed connections that would hinder her search for a kingdom to call her own – a healthy, safe place to plant her heart and watch it bloom in the purest light of love and acceptance, even if that love was self-love. But then, unexpectedly, there was Hades. Still relatively new and enchantingly mysterious, Hades offered an altogether remarkable perspective on the word “claim.” 

When “claim” slipped from Hades’ lips and rumbled over her walled and sequestered heart, Persephone heard pride, affirmation, and a profession of love. Said by Hades, “claim” bathed Persephone in a warm feeling as if she was a precious treasure to be cherished. There was no sense of ownership or control but a man deeply in love. It was Hades standing on his highest rampart, declaring his passion to his realm and the world beyond, wishing for all to comprehend the depth of his devotion to the one who captivated and beguiled his heart. The earnestness took Persephone’s breath away, leaving her bewildered and puzzled at his zeal. Though her demons raged and nashed in her mind over her worthiness, Persephone never doubted Hades’ sincerity. 

Persephone lay in his warm embrace, watching the tiny flecks of matter float and dance in the morning sunbeams. Her cheek melted with his chest, her heart still racing from their exertion. Persephone wondered if, at long last, her heart had found the fertile soil it had longed for so many years to find. Perhaps with Hades, her heart could once more blossom into the sweetest flower Olympus and the Underworld had yet to behold. For now, only the Fates and the Moon Goddess knew the future, and for Persephone, that was enough. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie