Peresphone's Seduction
I had the thought that Hades* could seduce Peresphone rather than kidnap her. And here we are…. more to come. *called Des because Hades sounds a little… unsexy.
Image by Leslie Troisi from Pixabay
"Mother, I'm going for a walk." Persephone gripped the door handle of the little cottage she occupied with her mother, Demeter, a goddess. She was always in awe of her mother, small and pale in the shadow of the great Goddess of the harvest. Overprotective to a fault, however. Keeping the young woman sheltered from the world.
Persephone steeled herself for the usual lecture. Don't talk to strangers, don't talk to anyone. It's not safe. But Demeter said, "Okay. Have a good day. I have work to do."
Making magic for humans. Persephone could never wield such power.
Out of sight of the house, she walked into a field of wildflowers and started gathering some. Careful not to stray out of sight of the path. The thundering hooves pounding her chest came first, then she saw his black horse and finally she gazed upon him with awe.
He climbed off his horse with one smooth movement and set the beast to grazing. Then, with his sole focus on his target, he walked to where she stood in the middle of the field.
Persephone's heart beat faster in her chest. He'd first rode by a few months ago, stopping to talk to her for a few minutes. Again, a few days later, and they'd met weekly, and now for the past two weeks daily.
At first, talking and walking. The stranger her mother warned her about suddenly came to life, and he was... nice. More than nice. Sweet and handsome and funny.
He pulled her down to the ground with him, lips sweeping across hers. She gasped, and his tongue slipped into her mouth. The warm, soft glow spread from where they touched to every part of her body. She felt herself melt, becoming one with him, with the grass, the earth, the sky, everything around them. She was nothing and everything all at once.
"Persephone," he whispered, his hard edges pushing against her softness.
"Des," she moaned back. The yearning sparked in her again. Once novel, now familiar with Des. When she saw him, when she thought of him in her bed at night. A thrill tingle that pulsed with each of his touches.
He put her hand to the hard length of him and the thrill burst in her chest. She gasped, her hips writhing against his thigh.
"Rest, little one. I'll take care of you again." he pulled at the ties holding the front of her dress together, baring her breasts. Yesterday, and the day before, he'd touched her in soothing ways. Pleasure taken to the peak, followed by miraculous release.
"I want more, Des," she purred, arching her back.
He kissed the tips of her pink nipples, suckling until they reddened with tension. Her thighs soaked with want, she mewled, unable to ask for what she needed. She lacked the words.
"I don't know if you're ready, my love."
"Please. I want to... with you. Together."
"If we do this, will you come with me?"
She nodded, the desperation of need making his words hazy.
"You'll be my queen. I will make you feel this every day."
"My mother... won't allow it." She gasped as Des's fingers gripped her pure white skirt and exposed her.
"Do you want to be my queen Persephone?" His hand cupped the pale between her legs, massaging with his palm, making her wild with need.
She nodded. "I want to be with you."
He removed his bottoms with swiftness, naked before her. A glorious, Godlike figure before her. Golden and hard everywhere. He guided her hand to stroke him as they'd done yesterday.
"That's all I need. Zeus will care for the rest." Des stroked her petals, so she opened to him, then the tiny flower bud hidden within.
Persephone barely registered the name of the God of all Gods before he pushed her to the brink. She grabbed Des's arms. "Don't... not yet."
"Yes, now, little one." Delirium took over as he twisted her desire for him to new dark places. She shuddered in his arms, weeping with joy. She'd be his Queen.
When she ceased quivering, Des painted her mouth with his wet fingertips, then he kissed her, licking off the taste of her ecstasy.
"More please," she jerked her hips to his. Wanting that hot, hard part of him inside her.
"I want something from you. I want your mouth wrapped around me."
The thought of sucking him made her shiver. "I'm not sure."
"Up on your knees, my eager little goddess. I've wanted this since we first met."
She pushed her legs under her, submitting to his wishes. Des stood before her, his wondrous staff begging for attention. He guided her with soft words and a gentle hand to wet her lips, then wrap her mouth around him and take him as deep as she could. He coached her to use her tongue and mouth to please him as he'd done for her.
Des panted, letting go of her, so she could move as she wished. She licked and sucked until his legs shook. "Not on the Overworld," he muttered, pulling from her mouth and using his hand to stroke his cock until he sputtered his come on the earth.
Dark flowers sprung where he dripped, and she touched the velvet petals of one.
"Please, now the rest? You inside me? Like you told." He told her how he wanted her.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. "Not here. In my bed, as my queen. Are you ready?"
She nodded, and he replaced his pants, smoothing her skirt around her knees. "Tell me."
"I'm ready. To be your queen." She lifted her chin.
He smiled, a dark, charming grin that made her heart beat faster. Then he took her hand and led to his horse. They thundered down the path to a dark tunnel and stairs that went down faster until the stairs disappeared, and they were flying.
Persephone closed her eyes and pressed her face into this back, hiding from what she'd done.