December 2023 – Audio Version

He tasted of the Mediterranean – exotic olives, spiced winds, and heated lust. Yet, Libra’s skin was cool to the touch as, on tiptoe, Persephone stretched upwards to gain his lips, her firm body pressed tightly to his alpine form. Persephone fluttered at the contact of his smooth skin, marveling at his lustrous texture. Persephone wished to slither over his skin, experiencing and savoring every inch of his uniquely divine body like a non-lethal serpent. A portion of her mind fretted about the condition of her own body and her long legs. Had her earlier “Esther” shaving treatment been thorough? Would her werewolf-like shadow scratch the heavenly divinity’s smooth, satiny skin? She considered stealthily double-checking, sliding one hand down the length of her calf. Nevertheless, the amorous attention of the Celestial being, his lips transitioning to Persephone’s jawline and throat, precipitately brushed the obtrusive worries away.

Persephone felt herself lifted into the air. With an eye roll, she shook her head at the Fates as her naked legs wrapped around Libra’s solid waist for support. The Fates merely shrugged a nonchalant response. They knew Persephone adored the feat and always found a way to impress the idea on each of her lovers covertly, of course. Persephone glimpsed a bit of a smug smile, pricking the corner of their lips. With a sigh, she returned her awareness to Libra, relishing the ethereality of her body in his arms. His kisses had worked their way up the curve of her neck to her ear, and she gave a breathy sigh of satisfaction.

In the midst of her delectation, Persephone’s ears perked. Her sighs were not the only noises echoing about the room! Kisses, giggles, and the sounds of bodies moving in salacious pleasure arose from the far side of the room. The wanton Goddess craned her neck from her impassioned lover and peeked over her right shoulder. Libra’s kisses took the opportunity to trail down her delicate collarbone, intent on exploring every inch of her elegant neck. Through batting eyelashes, Persephone glimpsed Hades, her Love, and a bewitching Goddess intertwined on the plump cushions across the way. Their arms and legs twisted in sensuous exploits. As much as Persephone was glorying in the fixed attentiveness bestowed on her by the mighty Libra, a part of her yearned to sit back and gaze in rapped wonder at the profound divinities. 

The pale, incalescent light bathed the exquisite pale Goddess in liquid silk. In all respects, she was the personification of Cleopatra, each regal curve and swoop dripping with ambrosial sensuality. Persephone envied the light and its freedom to caress every exposed inch of Cleopatra’s majestic, delectable body. Her fingers itched to caress and explore the bounty of Cleopatra’s soft body. Her lips burned to worship the dips and swells of the resplendent form currently bundled in Hade’s arms. With a pouting sigh, Persephone refocused on the Celestial in whose arms she still found herself enveloped. It was not that Persephone was not eager for and awed by Libra’s superb ministrations. After all, she was still in his arms, bosom crushed to his broad, powerful chest. Yet, Peresphone found it difficult to tear her eyes away from Cleopatra’s flawlessly refined figure. 

Libra was lowering Persephone to the plush pallet prepared for them. She shivered at the descent, realizing the distance between the floor and the Celestial’s arms for the first time. It was a startling observation, and her arms clung a little tighter around Libra’s broad shoulders. She need not have feared. With careful grace and keen experience, the Celestial ensconced Persephone on the pallet. Libra’s weight descended over Persephone. Entrenched beneath him, with insistent kisses upon her lips and fueled by the vision of the naked forms of Cleopatra and Hades, Persephone succumbed to the hedonistic fever suffusing the dimly lit room. 

Libra bent his head, bowing his masculine form at Persephone’s feet as his gentle but adamant fingers spread her willing legs. Persephone struggled not to squeak as his consummate tongue maneuvered between her intricate folds, steering with discerning skill directly to her pearl. Heat encased her skin, flames licked her body, and electric tingles chased one another in excruciating agony over her flesh. Decisively, the ache in her loins crescendoed and burst as the Celestial navigated her delicate, manipulating her orgasm as his mouth devoured. Body ridged, back bowed, and mouth open in a nearly silent scream, Persephone fractured into starlight. Every pore ruptured in piercing orgasmic glory. She gritted her teeth, jaws clenched as she fought to maintain the tether between body and soul. Libra was tenacious in his succor; just one orgasm would not do! With resolute vigor, he continued his purposeful ravaging of Persephone’s sequestered pearl. 

Libra negotiated Persephone’s pleasure until her body ached and her muscles cramped at the expenditure of his cultured focus. At last, he released her but did not abstain from her trembling body for long. Rising, Libra stroked his gleaming prominence. Sliding on the sleek protection with deft skill, his glittering eyes barely left Persephone’s outstretched body, roving to and fro as she struggled to regulate her breathing. Delighting under his unchaste gaze, Persephone bit her lip. 

Once more, her vision was diverted by the reverberations of slapping bodies and the feminine groans emanating from their neighboring companions. Persephone’s eyes locked on the undulating bodies, marveling at Cleopatra’s aristocratic form, her rare beauty, and supreme curves. She felt immense pride bubbling within her as she witnessed the raw power of Hade’s vigorous thrusts. Gods of Olympus! Was that what Hades looked like in the heat of passion? Demanding hips drove into the courtly goddess, her body becoming awash in climactic wonder and engendering her to clutch the bedding for support. Hades was masterful. Every sculpted muscle tortured as he conspired to bring about Cleopatra’s pleasure. Her aristocratic chin was tilted to the heavens, with her knees pressed alongside Hades’ ribs and hips. The erotic sight filled Persephone with wild happiness. She was tickled to share her Love and have the elegant Cleopatra experience his carefully cultivated skill. 

Finished with his task, Libra sulked over Persephone with predatory desire. It made Persephone’s breath catch as she welcomed him back to her outstretched arms. Libra took his time, considerately positioning his straining magnificence before easing between Persephone’s perfectly dripping slit. Once fully impinged, Libra paused, allowing his glory to fill and stretch, his jewels heavy and warm against her moisture. Persephone wrapped her arms in a fierce grip about his broad ribcage as fireworks sparked within her petite frame, her pulse racing uncontrollably. 

Convinced she was ready, the Celestial began to move within her, cautiously at first, testing Persephone’s limits. She had no limits. Incensed by the zest of Hades and Cleopatra, Persephone rocketed her hips in sync with Libra’s growing barrage. It was agonizingly perfect. Akin to Cleopatra, Persephone’s chin tipped upwards, and her screams became an offering to the Gods of Olympus. Libra was unrelenting, his formidable hips a blur as he beat into the tiny Persephone. She writhed beneath the Celestial. Her orgasms, nourished by the welcome clamor of her Love, were acute and ravaged her body with an unexpected terror. Fearing her cries would disturb the regal Cleopatra and distract the goddess from her fulfillment, Persephone clamped a firm hand over her mouth, muffling the cries desperate to escape her posy lips. It did little to dampen the noise, so compelling were the orgasmic waves crashing through her. 

Libra, too, seemed to be caught up in the eroticism of the four naked bodies and their close proximity. The Celestial adjusted his position, planting his feet flat on the mattress with Persephone’s legs folded around his waist and over his thighs. The stance allowed Libra to swing his hips back and forth with greater force and authority, his swelling crown near to piercing Persephone’s inner gateway. The goddess thrashed below as Libra’s breath came in gasps, and a deep groan, almost a growl, absconded his trim lips. 

Nearly drowning in her responding climax, the sensitive change did not go unnoticed by wailing Persephone. The Celestial was nearing his own resounding release! She was ecstatic! Persephone knew it was silly and perhaps a bit childish to take such joy, but she was unable to resist the thrill a partner’s gratification gave her soul. Persephone diverted a portion of her energy to courting and wooing Libra’s ballooning energy. Together, bodies hinged and striking, Libra and Persephone detonated with dreadful cogency until they collapsed in relieved laughter. Despite their exhaustion and lack of breath, they quickly noted that the sounds of pounding bodies continued on the adjoining bed. Reclining on their sides, the two lay spooned on the damp mattress as they witnessed the fiery union of their partners.

As she lounged, her pulse slowly abating, Persephone was overjoyed by Libra’s compulsion to lay still, bodies mildly intertwined in the afterglow. At the onset, she had briefly wondered what Libra’s style and predilection might be in their waning moments together. While she would have understood his need and preference to bid a polite but hasty adieu, Persephone was entirely relieved by his inclination to tarry and rest, even for just a moment with her. First and foremost, Persephone was no loose trollop. Pausing to appreciate the afterglow made Persephone feel honored and that there was mutual respect for their time together. Besides, she relished the opportunity to enjoy the simple delight of naked flesh on naked flesh without the overwhelming fog of lust. Furthermore, it gave Persephone the fortuity to behold Hades in action and glow with pride at the feminine utterances issuing from Cleopatra.

In due course, the two couples rose. The gods gathered their clothes while the goddesses fetched their intricate lingerie. With amicable nods and final kisses, the couples parted, each going their separate ways. 

In a lone corner of the animated temple, Persephone peered up at her Love, the orchestrator of their evening, her face beamed with joy and disbelief. The whole affair was a new experience for Persephone, yet it had gone off without a single uncomfortable hitch. Persephone, her fearful and overthinking mind, was flabbergasted at the smooth efficiency of their salacious encounter. There had been nothing for her quaking heart to control. With smooth efficiency, Hades had masterfully arranged the entire event. Persephone was nearly beside herself with relieved enthusiasm. She felt magnificent. 

“And nothing bad happened!” She squealed, rising on tiptoe to reach Hade’s lips. 

Hades could only shake his head and smile down at her. Of course, nothing terrible had happened! Slowly but surely, she would grow to trust him. Dewey-eyed, Persephone reached for the comforting reassurance of his robust and outstretched hand, and together, they rejoined the temple’s festivities. 

Persephone was soon revived by the sweet juice of bursting grapes and savory cheeses and felt emboldened by the tiny vials of potent ambrosia pressed upon her. Rather unceremoniously for a goddess, Persephone grabbed Hades’ hand and nearly dragged him to a semi-secluded bower. I say, nearly dragged, for as soon as the princely god discerned her intentions, he followed, hot on her heels with keen alacrity. Without any of the assembly noticing, the two seemingly vanished, retreating to their formally occupied bower. 

Hades was hers, belonging to Persephone, heart, mind, and soul, and she was determined without jealousy to lay her indisputable claim of his body. A wide smile stretched across Hades’ chiseled face as Persephone tore at their clothes until they stood naked facing one another, nose tips nuzzling in the ethereal light of the small pavilion. 

Persephone pounced, and Hades matched her fervent kisses with his dominant masculinity, causing her knees to nearly buckle and her mind to swoon at his virile ethos. Theirs was a love for the ages, and every kiss, every grasping touch sealed their future.  

Carnal need imprisoned them, binding their souls together. They were prisoners to an unseen force that commandeered their bodies and drove them into near hysteria of passion. Goaded by an unseen enchantment, along with the visions of Hades coupled with the striking Cleopatra, danced through Persephone‘s mind, fanning her every move. They lay on the platform bed, twisting and grappling in their feverish union. To the casual observer, the couple might have appeared to be entangled in feudal anger, but a keen voyeur would have discerned the altruistic tones of claiming and reclaiming. Albiet fierce and animalistic. Persephone felt nearly undone. Her happiness and orgasmic joy poured out from every cell until she glowed in cerulean candescence. 

Orgasmic flames seared the flesh of the couple, consuming their bodies and fusing their souls in the excruciating heat of love. To another being, it might have seemed insufferable, but to Persephone, if she perished, she perished, and what a marvelous way to go! 

An impish and rather wicked wish began to permeate Persephone’s insatiable mind. With her hips high and bosom crushed into the rumpled linens, Persephone was slightly unsatisfied. After all, her mouth and even her hands were devoid of an assignment and, as such, felt somewhat unappreciated. Lifting her cheek from the bedding, Persephone sent forth a furtive invitation for some mighty god or buxom goddess to join Hades in the ravishing of her alabaster body. She craved a second stiff glory, dripping with nectar to lick and savor. Or, perchance, bonnie breasts would materialize to nuzzle and fondle before dining on the soft lips of their owner. 

Hands. Persephone decided resolutely that a myriad of hands were required, each caressing, pinching, exploring every inch of her licentious body. Hades continued his merciless thundering behind her, his fingers cruelly digging into the soft flesh of her hips. With her eyes fixed on the open archway before her, Persephone once more sent out a missive beseeching a companion to join them in their, covetous claiming. To her sad dismay, no stout god or graceful goddess darkened their doorway. 

Nevertheless, it mattered not to Persephone at the end of the day. Hades was renewing his devotion with his enviable prominence, allowing it to mercilessly drive it into her body as he appraised the limits. Persephone was rocketed to the brink of sheer insanity, causing her to plunge her face into the soft cotton, abandoning all thought in the reckless extravagance of her boundless orgasms. The spirits of the surrounding temple were quickly beyond recollection. With a primal growl, his fingernails delved into her pristine flesh, and his hips pounded with righteous fury. It was there, amongst the twinkling blanket of the heavens, that Hades joined Persephone in the climactic galaxy until their minds drifted aimlessly amongst the stars.

To her chagrin, their fire gradually abated, leaving Hades and his Lady gasping for precious oxygen. With a giggle, they collapsed as they struggled to recover from the searing effects. Though Persephone’s mind aspired to continue, her body emphatically declared it was finished in no uncertain terms. Persephone sighed, allowing her body to win that round. If she was candid, the hour was quite late, her eyelids were growing heavier by the moment, and she wanted nothing more than to nestle under a cozy blanket with Hades. 

Aswirl in indulgent decadence, Time had lost track of itself. Above the temple, the Moon Goddess gathered her shimmering skirts about her, preparing to depart her heavenly throne. Collecting their belongings, Hades and Persephone bid farewell to the temple priest and priestess. With her arm in his and her head on his shoulder, the lovers drifted into the early morning mist until they faded out of sight.

Until next time, XO. Elsie