October 2023 – Audio Version

“The legends have it all wrong.” Thought Persephone with a smile as she lay, fully clothed, next to the sleeping Hades. 

Hades had not kidnapped or stolen her from the Overworld! True, he had turned her head and enchanted her with his empathic heart and handsome features, but it was Persephone who chose the King of the Underworld. But Hades could not have known that, not yet. Persephone had a significant question that was imploring to be expressed to the one who had soothed and mesmerized her heart. 

She was hesitant to speak the question, not necessarily because of Hades, but because the idea of trusting and allowing another soul to enter the inner sanctum of her heart made her pulse quicken and her mind race at the magnitude of possible outcomes for broaching and joining into a stage of life with another person. The question held weight and such profound implications that Persephone had never ventured to ask the question of any mortal man or Olympian god. There was gravity and fear at the thought of opening her gates, leaving her newly mended heart vulnerable to all manner of injury. Was she truly ready to embrace the unknown and risk love? 

These thoughts and more pervaded Persephone’s mind as she lay on top of his comforter in the morning peace. The room was barely lit from without and utterly silent except for the easy breathing of her slumbering lover. The Overworld demanded her presence exceptionally early that day. She was already prepared, having risen early to dress and was fixed to depart, but Persephone was loath to leave her lover’s side. He looked so untroubled and serene in the fading moonlight. She snuggled closer, torn between waking him just to hear the sound of his voice and nestling deeper to feel the warmth of his body reaching for her as she joined him once more in sleep. Persephone’s eyes fluttered closed as she recalled the passion of the night before. 

{{{Hades had taken her, bent over the side of the bed, growling his lust and dominance in her ear. Her cobalt blue lace lingerie still encased her breasts and upper torso. With her body bent at a 90° angle over the aubergine comforter carefully covering his bed, Persephone’s elegant legs were spread wide and encased in robin’s egg blue thigh-high stockings. Her toes sought and failed to find purchase on the floor, sliding over the maple floorboards as they tried to support her body in the face of the wicked bombardment of Hades’s hips. The struggle below only made Persephone grin with devilish delight and gripped the bedding tighter, creating an anchor in her fists. Soon, her stockinged feet were utterly forgotten as her entire being gave in to his demands and burst into a euphoric climax. 

In the moment, and for the one-hundredth time, Persephone regretted not setting up the recorder before they began. What a sight they must be! Persephone’s sapphire hair – a halo concealing her face as it lay scrunched into the mattress’s support, her shoulder blades sharp and extenuated from the tension of holding herself ready for each aggressive onslaught. At the same time, the muscles of her lean back rippled at the intensity, and the soft lamplight slid over her arched buttocks in continuous fluid movement while her wide-spread legs dared Hades to do his worst. 

The King of the Underworld stood tall and erect between her extended legs, palms a vise on her waist, fingers digging into the soft skin, as her ample buttocks jiggled against his loins. Light and shadow played on the sculpted muscles of his chest, and a wolfish gleam flickered in his tawny eyes. His hips and throbbing glory gave a relentless barrage into the goddess, who captured every passing thought and stole the breath from his lungs. The thought only intensified his thrusts, and his thick glory plunged into the narrow heat of her body. He wrapped one hand in her lengthy hair, drawing her head back and exposing her graceful neck as she raised her long lashes to the heavens. Persephone cried out in ecstasy while attempting to match him lunge for lunge in her precariously slippery predicament. His lean muscles bulged and strained with every forceful movement, the lamplight highlighting his dedication to daily workouts.}}}

In the subdued morning light, Persephone gave a shiver of delight at the memory of his savage eruption. Gods, she reveled in the memory of her body, claiming every cell of his being. She bit the corner of her lip, reliving the way Hades’ spent body had curled around her prone form, his breath ragged in her ear. 

In the palatable stillness, Persephone pulled the comforter a little higher over Hades exposed bicep as his mind continued to dwell in the land of the dreamers. Persephone knew she should depart, but her heart yearned to stay. Besides, she could feel the Fates pressing on her mind, pushing the pivotal question to the very brink of her cherry lips. With a shake of her head, Persephone shrugged off their insistence, choosing to reflect on her second salacious encounter with Hades from the night before… 

{{{Persephone was unaware she had fallen asleep until she felt his spooning body and slick bulbous need insistent against her lower back. Laying on her side away from Hades, she grinned without opening her eyes, cognizant of the show still flickering on the screen at the foot of the bed. Based on the dialogue echoing around his room, Persephone gauged she had dozed for a mere 30 minutes, and the hour had not yet reached midnight. She had just enough rest to refresh her for round two as she pushed back into his undulating hips. 

Hades’ breath was hot on her unprotected neck, and his need was demanding, just the way she craved it. However, she was not ready to give herself over quite so readily. Her fingers blindly reached for the tiny device waiting on the nightstand. With a mischievous grin for putting Hades off for just a moment, Persephone positioned herself, flats of her feet together, knees spread apart like the delicate open wings of a butterfly. Once established, the black device began to hum over her pearl, sending electric currents shooting through her entire body until they issued from her mouth in an ecstatic cry of pleasure. 

Undaunted by the delay, Hades stretched the length of her body, settling close, skin to pulsing skin. Lips dripping with reverential adoration, he bent his great head to her nearest plump breast, sucking her pert nipple into his warm mouth. The effect was instantaneous and visible as Persephone’s body jerked at the veneration of her favorite erogenous zone. Hades devoted his full attention to the worship of her breasts, taking his time with each eager breast, nuzzling, sucking, and fondling each in a devout turn. Persephone could barely contain herself as her orgasm swelled higher and higher within her petite frame. Her hand trembled on the device, struggling to hold it in place, just to the left of her pearl as every muscle, fiber, and nerve of her body quivered on edge…waiting, just waiting for the exact moment to burst forth in sublime, blinding release. 

It was Hades’ moan as his full mouth nudged deeper into her left breast that utterly undid her. Shaking and convulsing as if possessed, Persephone’s climax claimed her body, sending her mind rocketing into the universe far beyond their bodies. She shuddered and screamed without restraint until her release dampened the sheets beneath her. Hades’ broad tongue continued his dedicated ministrations, swirling her erect nipple, his left hand caressing her remaining breast, egging her orgasm on until she collapsed back onto the bed, limp and gasping for breath. 

Hades chuckled as he moved over her body, taking note of the light glimmering on her glistening body as it heaved beneath him. Ever so slightly, her muscles still quivered just below the surface of her milky skin. His impatient glory urged him to hurry, to press within her swollen, moist slit, but he could not tear his eyes from her slim body, even as her dexterous fingers beckoned him closer. 

She needed him and yearned for him even as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to dart through her veins. Barely opening one eye, breath still in coming painful gasps, one hand sought his body while the second wrapped around his swollen erection to guide him within her. She was uncertain which of them cried out at his deepening penetration. Perhaps it had been both of them verbalizing their joy, or maybe it was the sound of their souls reuniting in the keen intimacy of shared communion that rang through Persephone’s ears.  

The intensity of their union took her breath away. Yes, the sensations were always more acute and vigorous after the effort of her vibrator, but it was the still present craving, lust, and powerful need that caught Persephone’s awareness. Though enraptured, Persephone was mystified. Had not their previous union only been a couple of hours earlier? She swept her musings aside as she interlaced her petite fingers behind his head and drew Hades into a kiss that spoke to him in a language only known to them.}}} 

Persephone’s legs involuntarily squeezed together at the evocation, and she felt her gossamer delicates dampen. Gods, she wished there was time to disrobe, trail over his sleepy, naked body, and renew their shared adoration. She sighed heavily. There simply was no time; the clock had run out of minutes. 

“Say it.” Emphasized the first of the Fates. 

“Ask him the question.” Insisted the other.

“The time has come.” Stated the eldest of the Fates. 

Persephone pinched her lips between her teeth, a bad habit from her childhood she could not seem to shake. At the recollections, her needy, wiggling hips had already awakened Hades. His fingers were running through the strands, concealing her temples while his deep voice whispered sweet words of good morning. Laying on her side facing him, Persephone felt her heart rise to her throat, threatening to cut off her air supply. Again, the Fates demanded she voice the question and pressed on her mind with unmitigated urgency. 

Persephone attempted to argue and then reason with the Fates. Why that morning? What was the urgency? What about the timing? It was too soon into the relationship, and what would people think? Did the Fates genuinely comprehend the reality that such a question would permeate and affect every part of Persephone’s world? 

The Fates remained resolute and impassive. Arms folded firmly across their chests. 

Ignoring her quaffed curls and powdered cheeks, Persephone buried her head into his chest, inhaling his soothing essence. Even shrouded in sleep, Hades managed to smell of the mountains and fresh, crisp water. The sheets lay draped suggestively over his hips. Persephone chided herself to focus, thoroughly convinced that if she did not ask her question, the Fates had something dreadful in store for her. Oblivious to her internal torment, Hades kissed the top of her head, his fingers entangled in the waves of her hair as it cascaded over the back of her neck. Persephone could feel his heart beating through his chest against her palm as it rested on his naked flesh. She took a breath before proceeding.

“I have a question to ask you,” even in the silence of predawn, Persephone’s words were barely above a whisper. “Don’t answer right away! Take time to think about it before you answer. We’ll see each other tonight, so you will have all day to think about it.” She hastened to finish, not wishing Hades to feel pressured or trapped into a decision he was not ready to commit to.  

Hades remained perfectly still, listening, patiently waiting for her to continue. Persephone paused, discerning and trying to interpret each successive heartbeat. Had his pulse quickened and or slowed? She was unsure and chewed her lip in nervous agitation. The Fates continued to prevail against her mind. Persephone could not back out, yet the words remained frozen on her tongue. 

“I don’t know what it means, and I don’t want anything to change. I like what we have.” Persephone rambled on as her mind panicked at the weight of her impending question. Broken words and sentences poured from her trembling lips in barely coherent communication. Hades remained steadfast, holding her close and allowing Persephone the time and space her heart required.   

Persephone could hear the mortified Fates groaning in unison around her. How could she be fumbling her question so poorly? Did she really need so many caveats? This was Hades, the one her soul loved. Persephone inhaled to slow her racing pulse and gathered her strength about her like great swathes of satin, willing it to soothe her anxiety and trepidation.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” Persephone murmured.

Collectively, the Fates gave a great sigh of relief before stepping back into the shadows of the room. The words were now spoken, and for the present moment, their work was done. Persephone felt their pressure ease as they departed, and a few of her muscles relaxed while others tightened, waiting for Hades’ response. 

“You Ding-Dong!” She silently berated herself. “You told him not to answer right away. Of course, there isn’t going to be an immediate answer!!” It was her turn to blush in embarrassment. 

Her romantic, lonely heart wailed, yearning for an immediate response, but her prejudiced, guarded mind nodded at the wisdom of delaying an answer. All too well, Hades and Persephone knew about pain and rejection. After their previous relationships, both had sworn oaths, determined never to fall in love and hiding behind their insurmountable walls as they carefully sutured the ruptured pieces of their hearts back together. Yet, here she was, holding out the stitched and still bleeding pieces of her heart, asking the King of the Underworld to see her. To choose her. To be her person. To love her. 

One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three…

Already pressed close to his chest, Hades crushed Persephone to him, arms twisting about her body, clinging to her like a drowning sailor clutching the means of his salvation. Kisses graced her forehead, her cheeks, and her trembling lips. Still, he had not answered…he needed to say the word. Though all-knowing, even the Fates held their breath in suspense.

“Yes.” He breathed into her soft curls. “I know you said I don’t need to answer right away, but I don’t need time to think. I want that more than anything. I want to be your boyfriend.” 

They had grown up worlds apart and endured untold heartbreak and despair on the path of life. Despite it all, the Fates had led them to that moment, and Hades and Persephone found one another. Together, their towering walls had melted away as they offered their vulnerability and brokenness to the other. Yet, neither saw the other as broken, beholding only the intricate beauty and fierce resilience in the other. 

The myths and lore had their love story all wrong, for it was Persephone, in her blossoming strength and independence, who sought companionship and intimacy with Hades. It was Persephone who found security and peace with Hades and, with him, in the vast expanse of the underworld, found a cherished place to transplant the flower of her love. Hades might have seen her first, might have wooed and courted, but it was Persephone who, despite her fear and apprehension, petitioned to abide with Hades.

Until next time, XO. Elsie