Innocent Princess is Claimed Queen
Peresphone belongs to Hades, body and soul
Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.
Three attendants in black shrouds entered and pulled her from the bed.
They dressed Persephone in black lace. It went from neck to floor but left her skin mostly uncovered. Opaque fabric, so soft it must be from The Gods, covered her breasts and around her waist. Made only for her as it hugged every curve.
They brushed her hair dry, leaving it shining on her shoulders, “As Master wishes,” one said behind her veil in the voice of a crone.
The three ghostly attendants led her from the chamber to her waiting King. He smiled slightly and took her hand, leading her to the thrones that dominated the outer room. She gaped at the seating. Black metal carved into snakes, owls, and atop each throne was a dragon with red eyes that looked as if it could breathe fire on unwelcome guests who ventured too close.
A taller, shrouded figure stood before the thrones. A male voice filled the room. Words of magic wrapped around them, binding her to Des. Making her Queen in name.
After this… in body. She gasped as he spoke her name, asking for her consent. And she affirmed her desire to submit to Des. To become Queen. To be His in all ways.
He spoke his affirmation as well, then kissed her. The figures that witnessed the ceremony faded into the shadows while he deepened the kiss, his tongue branding her mouth, her throat. His fingers curled into claws to rip the webs binding the dress to her body.
The garment shredded, falling to the floor. Des bit into the skin at her throat. He bit at her, hard enough to make her gasp and shudder. Hard enough to leave red marks on her breasts and shoulders.
“Care to sit on your throne? Try out the royal spot?” He dragged her there, setting her into the cold metal frame.
“It feels strange.” She curled her fingers around the arms of the chair, trying to embrace her new role.
“Perhaps kneeling before me will feel more comfortable.”
She swallowed, unsure, but dropped before him on her knees. “Des?” Her voice wavered.
He cupped her chin, stroking her cheeks. “Relax my Queen. I’m asserting my claim on you. You liked roughness.”
“Yes.” She bowed her head. “Yes, Des.” A familiar rush pulsed through her, starting at her flushed breasts traveling downward, leaving a damp trail between her thighs.
He nudged her chin up so their eyes met and he stared at her. “You are beautiful. Now from princess to Queen.” His palm swept over her head and grabbed a handful of hair at the back. “Eons of waiting for one beautiful moment.”
Pulling them both to standing, he kissed her with rough lips, tearing at calm. He’d shred her strength before he bedded her. She must submit first.
In the bedchamber, he released her to stir the fire. Persephone knelt halfway between him and the bed. Her hands rested on her thighs and she watched him with soft eyes. Her calm belied the anticipation thrumming through her.
She’d thought he’d just drag her in here, push her to the bed and fuck her.
But he seemed determined to play with her as they played in the Overworld. Des, her Des, liked to tease “his Princess.”
Only hours before he teased her on a bed of wildflowers, then in his bath. Following their binding.
“I like you on your knees. But you have a faraway look in your eyes.”
“I was just in shock. It’s only been a few hours since we were in the meadow and I begged you to—”
“Fuck you. Still eager?”
She nodded, her gaze on her hands.
“Come then. Get in my bed and spread yourself for me.”
Persephone held her breath as she rose, laying on her back on the black silk bedding. She parted her thighs and traced her middle finger down the center of her body, stopping at the dew curls covering her femininity.
“Don’t stop. Touch yourself. Spread your pink pussy lips and touch that heated pearl.”
She slowed her breath as she used her left hand to open the silken lips for his lustful stare. She wet the fingertips of her right hand on the arousal seeping from the inner chamber. Then she smeared her nectar on the pleasure pearl, circling until her hips and chest followed.
“Are you this fast when you touch yourself in your bed? Do you push yourself quickly?”
“Yes, so I don’t get caught.”
“Naughty little innocent. What would Demeter have done to you if she’d known how much you wanted me?”
He lay beside her, kissing her softly, his tongue swirling in her. “Come for me.”
She rubbed faster circles, tight. But it was the fire in his eyes that made her shudder. The need to be inside her, touching her. The energy of demand poured off him until she lost herself in the ecstasy of his tease.
As she quivered on the bed, the silk sheets adding to the decadence, Des shed his clothing. The black jacket, shirt, pants, undergarments.
He took her hand and wrapped it around his steel length. Helping her stroke, like the first time she touched him. But that day she was afraid. Tonight, she was confident in her desire.
He rose over her, eyes burning. The surge of masculine energy made him look larger than life. The God he was.
He pressed against her unbroken barrier. Then, with slow pressure, he split her open. A wavering moan froze him. When she lifted her hips, he pressed deeper until they were one.
“Queen,” she whispered.
“Not yet.” Des put his hands under her ass to pull her tighter and push deeper. Then he moved, and her eyes widened. The pleasure of the friction of being full of him was shockingly wonderful.
Persephone wrapped her arms around her God and met his movements with the instinct to thrust, urging her.
Des moaned, moving faster. “It’s been so long. You’ve tormented me while I waited to claim you.” His breath was not on her cheek while he drove for that moment.
That one burst of ecstasy that made him spill in her hands or sometimes in her mouth. Now that would be part of her.
Her hips rocked faster, and her inner muscles squeezed as she climaxed again. This time with him inside her, and he shuddered too. A few last thrusts, then he landed on her. She held him. “I love you.”
“You are mine and you’ll never leave my side.“ He kissed her forehead.
After he cleaned her inner thighs of stickiness, he tucked her under the blankets. A tray of food arrived, but Persephone declined. “Not feeling hungry.” She smiled, enjoying watching her handsome husband.
He plucked a pomegranate seed from the tray and traced her lips with it. She parted them, her tongue darting out to lick his fingers. He pushed the tiny morsel into her mouth and she rolled it around for a moment before swallowing it.
“Now you are my Queen.” He slid under the blanket and pulled her close.