So I grabbed my king and ran away
to a land of death,
where I reigned and people whispered
that I’d been dragged.
I’ll tell you I’ve changed. I’ll tell you,
the red on my lips isn’t wine.
I hope you’ve heard of horns,
but that isn’t half of it. Out of an entire kingdom
he kneels only to me,
calls me Queen, calls me Mercy.
Mama, Mama, I hope you get this.
Know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold,
know never have I been better
than when I am here.— Daniella Michalleni, “Persephone Speaks”
Persephone woke to the sound of bird songs outside her window. She felt a pang of sadness as noticed the empty bed beside her. Then she smiled, as she remembered standing before Zeus, Des beside her and her mother behind her.
It took all her strength, all she’d learned from her mother and Des to stand before the Father of all Gods and state her demands.
“I love you, Des, but I don’t want to live in the Underworld for all my life. I want us to be in the Overworld, and enjoy the flowers and trees and rivers.”
Des glanced between the three. “I have duties…”
“You can attend them and return to me when you are done. And a third of the year, as stated because I am bound to the underworld now, a third of the year I will live there. Eat, drink, be Queen of my domain. I am neither the innocent young Goddess, nor Queen of the Dark. I am both.”
Demeter nodded, agreeing. “Fine.”
“Okay, my Love. I will live with you.”
“We’ll have our own cottage, Mother.” And she’d be free to Love both the light and dark parts of herself.
She tugged the curtains open a little wider.
“More light?” Des asked. He leaned on the doorjamb, undressed. “I don’t know if I’ll get used to the brightness.” Sleeping was difficult for him. Even the moonlight was a bother.
“It’s been half a year. Soon we’ll be home.” Persephone laid back on the bed, pulling the blanket over her legs.
“You could have done half and half,” he grumbled as he crawled under the blanket with her.
Persephone buried her face in his neck. “I could have said none.” She smiled, thinking of the comfort of the darkness. Both dark and light, balance. That’s what she brought to the world.
He squeezed her ass. “Bad girl.”
She rose over him, straddling his thighs. “I am your Goddess.” She raised her arms over her head, looking down at her perfect breasts.
Des cupped her ass, pushing her cleft against his growing erection. A few inches shift and he’d fill her. Not yet. More teasing. More tasting.
Persephone needed more. She bent and kissed his lips, a thorough exploration of his mouth, then down his chest. Sucking at the almost flat nipples, appreciating the way his stomach clenched as she licked her way down his muscles.
“I was innocent before you.” She smiled as she stroked his cock with her right hand. “You ruined me.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but she engulfed his hardness in her mouth and all his words turned to a guttural growl. Her pussy flooded as she glided her tongue across his length, feeling each ridge as she moved.
“I like you corrupted. I love you debased.” Des jerked his hips up, pushing deeper into her.
She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, staring up at him. Love of her life.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her away from him. With his brawny arms, he wrapped her up and flipped them over. His eyes searched her face, finding her starry eyes. Persephone stretched to kiss him, nipping his bottom lip.
Des thrust into her, claiming her again. They moved together, lips locked, hearts beating synchronously. Their moans grew higher as Persephone felt her arousal grow tighter.
As the heat in her belly turned up, she moved faster. Her lover agreed to the terms and joined her, meeting her hips with his thrusts. Persephone moaned against his shoulder, lifting off the bed with him.
She wrapped her arms around her Dark Lord, closed her eyes, and flew.
Des’s breath in her ear reminded her that he was flying with her. Through the Heavens of Mount Olympus, across the throne of Aphrodite. Worshiping at Her Temple, promising love and desire, Persephone trembled from the pleasure of His physical prowess.
He held her tight as they landed softly on the bed together. Des covered her face in soft kisses. “My lady of Light and darkness. Thank you for becoming my wife and showing me the goodness in the light.”
“I love you, too Des. I’m glad we are in the light together.” She looked past him to the sunlight streaming through the window with a bright smile.
Thus the end of Persephone’s story. I fell in love with her story in seventh grade when we had to chose a Greek myth to retell for English class. I stumbled upon her story. I always disliked she had no agency so I gave her some in my retelling. I meant this to be a three part of them just fucking, but the story does what it always does: grow.
~ Asrai