𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ⦑ ꁕꌚ ◬ ꒒ꀭꃃ ⦒

[Bunny]

It would be her first foray out into the world without her mother breathing down her neck. Had Persephone been a human, she might have wondered what God or Goddess had been looking out for her. Yet, as the Goddess of Spring, she doubted any such thing occurred. Perhaps the fates themselves had taken pity on the young Goddess. She was dying underneath her mother's oppressive shadow. Demeter meant well, she knew that, yet for the Goddess of Harvest to understand that all plants needed room and space to grow, yet not see her daughter needing no different, was baffling. Persephone tried to be a good little Goddess, to be what her mother wanted her to be.. Hoping that if she was, Demeter might let up.

As it stood Persephone knew only the company of the Nymphs that worked for her mother. A few Goddesses had some to visit and she'd been allowed to meet them, but if a God came, she was hidden away. What did Demeter think? They'd steal her away? More than just being hidden from the opposite sex, her mother not so subtly made hints that she wanted Persephone to join her, Hestia and Artemis as a eternal virgin. That the idea rankled, was the very least to say. Persephone hated the idea of never even being allowed to make the decision on her own, without knowing. She was well aware of her mother's views.. but she wanted a chance to see for herself.

Gazing into the mirror Persephone brushed a hand against her hair. The pink was a few shades darker than the sweetness of pink her skin was. Persephone had always wondered if the pink hue, the color of spring, had made her mother, others of the Pantheon think she was too delicate, too weak... too soft and that was why she'd been kept locked away. Her eyes darkened in the mirror from bubblegum pink to magenta and then red as her anger got the best of her. Looking at the dress her mother had approved, Persephone decided in that moment that for once in her life, she wouldn't be a good little Goddess. The dress in question had been a pink, a different shade than her own color palette, demure, floor length. A Barbie dress.

Demeter had allowed them both to pick a dress and Persephone's choice had been something striking, perhaps a touch risqué, at least when compared to the dress her mother had picked. Persephone's dress was silky, the fabric a deep, midnight blue. Slipping it on, without looking, she could feel the way it fit. She wasn't tall, like her mother, no Persephone was short, but her body curved generously at the breast and hip. This dress showed off those assets, the swell of her breasts on display. It tucked in neatly at the waist and fell in satiny straight lines to the floor, though the daring slit showed the supple length of her leg, from thigh to bare foot. Looking at her mirror, her cheeks flushed red. She looked... Amazing.

Rather than allow doubt to cloud her mind, she donned the heels she'd bought to go with the outfit, which added several inches to her height. The black to blue fade had been beautiful and they were needed to make her tall enough for the dress. Head held high, Persephone headed for the door.

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The party was well underway when Persephone arrived. In the time between leaving and arriving, she had questioned her choice of dress, her boldness and her sanity more than once. It was too late to change her mind and it was only from fear of her mother finding out that made her so unsure. There had been small flashes of what if she looked absurd or like a child trying to play a grown woman. They had been dismissed when she'd seen her reflection in the darkened windows of the building. More than that, Persephone felt sexy. It was a new feeling and she loved the way it made her feel. It showed too, with her movement, the way she held her head. She didn't walk with her head down, watching where she was going, she strutted, the supple sway of her hips almost hypnotic. Her head was held high, the fall of her pink hair misting around her body, framing the deep blue of her dress.

For the first time in her life, Persephone felt like what she was.

A Goddess.

There was a subtle thrill as she felt the gaze of Gods for the first time and a pleasure when some of the Goddesses smiled at her in approval. Those who seemed unsure or straight up disapproving were ignored. A night of freedom wouldn't kill anyone. She was a Goddess for fucks sake... She should be allowed one night to feel like it. Besides, the choice was made, there was no way Demeter would accept this defiance with grace. Persephone was looking at eternal lock down and virginhood. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she moved to pick up a glittering glass, filled with Nectar. Lifting it to her lips she took a sip, letting it steal her nerves. Slipping between the press of bodies, Persephone made her way towards Zeus and Hera. She might have been rebelling, but her mother had raised her better than to not greet her hosts.

It was clear that Persephone was feeling herself, her confidence clinging around her and her powers feeling playful, playing with the flowers as she passed, the blooms of every color following their Goddess with their pretty faces. Beside Zeus was his brother, Poseidon, One of the big three. Poseidon was laughing jovially with Zeus at something said as she approached the trio. Hera looked less than pleased at whatever had been said, but her face lit up when she saw Persephone. "Sephy!" Arms were around her and she embraced Hera before the Queen of the Gods pulled back and looked down at her. "Oh, your mother is going to kill you," her voice was filled with amusement bit she winked at Persephone. "You look amazing though." Pulling Persephone closer to her side, she turned to the brothers and cleared her throat. Zeus was the first to smile at her. "Kore!" His voice boomed and he smiled down at her, nudging his brother. "I don't think you have met my brother. This trouble maker is Poseidon," he slapped Poseidon on the back before he looked around for Hades. "And Hades, isn't here yet!"

Poseidon looked down at her with a smirk that made Persephone shift uneasily beside Hera. As if he was undressing her with his eyes. The look itself didn’t bother her as much as knowing his wife. “The little Goddess of Spring, yeah?” “Um, yes. It's nice to meet you.” Her voice didn’t match the dress, it was silky and sweet. Persephone had been born to be a sweet little flower, it was a shame it just wasn’t who she was. Or rather, it wasn’t who she wanted to be.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Tick... Tick... Tick...

The watch that rested on God of the Dead's wrist echoed out in the absolute silence of the room, accompanied only by the scratching of a pen on soft paper. It was a Saturday, a day that others used to throw parties and have lavish affairs with one another. Unfortunately, the living did not stop dying because it was a Saturday. So, Hades did not take weekends.

There were others who could take care of this, the simple tallying and sorting of the lost and damned. He could be free most of the time if he desired, free to spend his days drinking and making merry with the rest of the Olympians. But, outside these walls, outside of his home, Zeus called the shots, held the reins. Control was what Hades craved and while he remained in the Underworld, it was his absolutely. Still, family obligation meant he was required to make an appearance for the evening. After he had finished placing the last few souls on his list.

Tick... Tick... Scratch... Tick...

Had he bothered to check the watch he wore, the God of the Dead would know he was late. Quite late. Instead, he made his arrival as always, slow and deliberate. What Hades lacked in the jovial, and frankly lecherous, personality of his brothers, he made up for with imposing presence. Standing a half head taller than even the King of the Gods, his arrival was noticed before he managed to make the walk from his car, an all black affair that never seemed to conform to one description no matter how long one stared, to the building. His height caught glances from the other Gods and Goddesses before he even managed to reach the front door.

As always, from the moment of his entrance, all eyes were on him. What he wore was a classic. Black suit jacket, matching black slacks and tie, and a white shirt beneath. Some said he dressed for a funeral, others said he was always sharp and tailored. But, along with the pale blue skin, like ice over dark waters, and the frosty white of his hair, it all created an aura of darkness around him. Not that he minded it. The aesthetic was perfect for him, for what was expected of him. Hades, God of the Dead, wholly dark, gloomy, and alone.

As he walked, the room followed him with their eyes. After all, gloomy or not, he was the last of the three without a wife. Some saw him as prey, a gateway to real power. Others saw him as unattainable, a grim specter who barely existed for them. There were even those who feared him, expecting those same bright flowers that had preened for Persephone to wither at his passing. Those were the most foolish, confusing the king of the damned with the collector of souls. Still, none of them dared to approach. The fearful avoided his gaze and the ones who desired him had long been turned away.

First, Hades made the trip to the wine, a cup of Ambrosia the only true perk of these events. He would have been content to simply nurse his drink and leave his appearance at that. But, hospitality dictated he speak to at least Zeus before he was allowed to take his leave. All that was left was to simply do it.

Winding his way through the bodies, some pressed close and some laughing over meals, he draped a momentary silence over the party. Finally, he took a place behind some unknown Goddess, a small pink thing wearing a dress that was, admittedly, quite fetching on her. Too impatient wait, and justified in it because of his position, he waited for a lapse in conversation before the smooth and cool tone of his voice rang out.

"Brothers, Hera... Thank you for the invitation and for your hospitality. And hello, young lady. I am Hades."

 

[Bunny]

There had been unease in the way Poseidon had looked at her. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed like he was trying to picture her without her dress. On some level, Persephone had understood that she'd been kept from the others for a reason, yet she hadn't quite been ready for this. Once the unease had faded away, it would have been a lie to say that she didn't find some appeal to the way he looked at her. Much like the dress, the way Poseidon's eyes had raked over her curvy form had made her feel beautiful. That feeling however was misplaced, because the elder God wasn't thinking of her beauty, but what she'd sound like being fucked.

No one would know how she'd taken that gaze though, for her cheeks had pinkened and she'd looked away, only to find Hades beside her. Blinking, thick, magenta lashes she looked up at him. Lips parted and she tried to find the words. He was handsome. It was the first thought, the only thought for a moment. Swallowing she nodded at him, still trying to find the words that escaped her. "Hello." Hera watched the pair, a thoughtful look in her eyes. Hades had looked at Persephone and Hera swore she'd seen something, if only briefly. Persephone however, wore her feelings and while adorable, she knew it was unlikely to endear her to Hades. She knew his type.

Shifting slightly Persephone managed to tear her eyes away from Hades. The blush in her cheeks lingered and she looked up at Hera. Hera and Zeus were the only two who were safe. Zeus would never look at her the way his brother had and she couldn't look at Hades. Silly little farm girl, the words echoed in her mind. It was how she felt beside the Goddesses and her reaction to the first handsome God was embarrassing. Taking a deep breath she shifted some, turning towards Hades some. "I'm Persephone." She looked up at him and offered a smile. The curl of her lips came slowly.

Hera watched as Persephone blossomed, or tried to, before her. The young Goddess fancied Hades... Interesting. That would be a battle. After Minthe, whom Hera despised with a burning passion, she wasn't sure Hades was able to have the sort of love that Persephone desired. There was hope though, that the young Goddess could stir him in a way that wasn't quite so self-destructive. She nudged her husband and nodded to the pair before leading him away, tugging Poseidon with them. Might as well give the little Goddess the best chance she could.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

All of it happened in only the space of a few moments. Her eyes drifted over his features, the eagerness of them a bit off-putting for the God of the Dead. Hades was used to eagerness when he met women. Or, some women. The ones who knew who he was and craved a taste of what he could offer. Sunshine and Ambrosia were beyond his reach, but power and a regal lifestyle were on the table for any who could court him. Thus, eagerness always seemed to equal greed. There was no other reason for someone to look at the walking and talking funeral with such eyes.

Then, she turned away, shy like a mortal school girl trying to look someone they fancied in the eye. It was sweet and a bit endearing, so unlike what he was used to in a woman. Then came the smile. This seemed the most genuine as the young goddess lit the room with her bright features. That, perhaps, was the most disturbing part of those few brief seconds. That she could give him, of all the gods, such a genuine smile was incomprehensible. It brought a sudden panic to Hades as he tried to place the name he was given.

Persephone... Of course. Demeter's girl. It explained the sudden and eager naivete that she showed for Hades. No one smiled at him like this for a reason and he had no intention of letting it happen today. His head turned to his brother to confirm the dim memory of Persephone's family, only to find that Zeus and the others had managed to slip away. Hades was alone with this bright spring flower. Suddenly unsure, the cup of Ambrosia found its way to his lips and he took a long drink.

"A pleasure to meet you, Persephone. But, it seems I have emptied my cup. Now, if you will excuse me."

Rude was on way to describe the way that Hades turned away and began to walk. Uncomfortable was another. Downright panicky could even be used if one knew the usual cool grace that embodied the King of the Dead. He had no intention of flirting with anyone tonight, least of all the overly-protected daughter of Demeter. Hades could only hope that the sheltered girl had the social awareness to read his rudeness for what it was, firm rejection.

It all made his hand itch to reach for his phone, to see what she was doing right now. A dose of painful normalcy to wash away that bright smile.

 

[Bunny]

The fears Hades had were unfounded, though life had left him cynical. Minthe had broken parts of him. She had used him exactly as he thought Persephone desired to. One couldn't claim the young Goddess of Spring wouldn't concoct a plan someday to use him, but the Fates themselves knew it would never be how Hades worried over. For now, Persephone was far too sheltered, too innocent even to come up with such devious plans. Her smile had lit her face up and she had no way of knowing the way she smiled at him would shock him so much. As one trying to break free from the role firmly thrust upon her shoulders, she held very little stock in them for others. She would allow them to decide how she should view them. It was up to Hades to show her who he was.

His words were cooler, after his long drink of his cup and the dismissal was clear. The handsome God turned on his heel and walked away. Persephone stood in shock, watching his retreat. A sadness brushed her mind, sadness and loss. The striking figure retreated, each step causing something else to flare within her. Anger. Sugar, flowers, kindness... That was what she was meant to be and she hated it. One would have expected tears from the delicate Goddess of Spring. Indignation and anger where what answered the dismissal. The whites of her eyes bled red for a moment and she refused to be dismissed as if she were nothing.

She stalked after him, her hips swaying. Her eyes faded back to normal as she followed him. To an outside observer, she was a lost puppy chasing her first infatuation. Desperate for his attention. When she caught up to him, he'd likely think the same. That, or perhaps she wasn't able to notice the rejection for what it was. The dismissal. Her voice was still sweet but there was a touch of something more as she addressed him. "Do you dismiss everyone in such a rude manner or am I special?" The inquiry was met with lifted brows. She wasn't who people thought she was and she was determined to prove it. She would prove it to him.

A waiter came by with a cup and rather than allow Hades his drink, she took it and held it loosely in her fingers, the golden cup resting near her bare thigh. She was being petulant to a point, there was no denying it, but she was still trying to find herself, who she wanted to be. There were a few things Persephone knew. She wanted to be who she was deep down. Not the innocent eternal maiden. She didn't want to be a virgin. She wanted Hades. In part because he was handsome, in part because he'd rejected her out of hand without even knowing her and in part because it was a challenge she couldn't quite let go. It wasn't that he was Hades or his wealth or his crown. She wanted him physically. Lastly, she wanted him to see her for who she really was. It was her goal and it was one she wouldn't let the God of the Underworld excuse himself from.

His dismissal had earned him a first hand seat.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

It was a clean escape from Persephone. A quick and curt goodbye to let her know he had no interest in pursuing the conversation. Or, that was what Hades had expected. Instead, just as his drink was incoming, she was there. That same sweet face smiling up at him, those lovely eyes, those swaying hips, all coming straight up to him again. Yes, she was gorgeous, and Hades was not immune to such things, but he had no intention of falling prey to a pretty smile and a sexy dress.

When she spoke, though, her voice had a hint of anger in it. More annoyance than real anger from what he could tell. So, she understood that he had intended to leave her behind, to dismiss her and move on. The young Persephone just had no intention of taking the hint, despite being aware of it. The mild panic that the smile had caused him started to bubble up again. Immortal god or not, everyone had a weakness. For Hades, it was pushy women who did not take no for an answer. Oh, he would never let them push him around, but he could never quite bring himself to shove them away either. Minthe came to mind again as she snatched his drink.

"I didn't mean to be rude." A lie. "I'm not planning on staying long and I didn't want to get caught up in a conversation." A half truth.

The more he looked at her, the way she carried herself and looked at him, he saw less of a shy and sheltered girl. Most probably did not see it, distracted by the pink and smiles. She had a determination that was unsettling to have placed directly on you. Her eyes looked like they were ready to devour him and the whole world. Being cooped up had not turned her into a shy flower. It had made her want to prove she was the opposite. Oh, Hades needed to keep her away before she sank her teeth in. Minthe had finally loosened her hold on the King of the Dead and Persephone was something much more terrifying than the nymph. She was interesting.

"I think it would be better for you to go mingle with some of the others. You don't get to go out often, yes? Your mother likes being at these things even less than I do. Keep my drink and go have a good time."

It was a desperate attempt to distract her. After all, the whole party was available to her. Persephone had no need of his drab and gloomy company. Not that he had drab or gloomy thoughts as his eyes enjoyed the things his mind wanted to ignore.

 

[Bunny]

Annoyance was correct, but there was anger there too. The remaining flickers of it from the original dismissal. Lifting the stolen cup, she brought it to her lips and lifted a brow as Hades claimed he hadn't meant to be rude. There was a look in her eyes that clearly called him a liar. He had meant to be rude, he'd hoped to escape her. Perhaps because he didn't intend to stay long, but Persephone felt it was more than something so simple. Her lips glistened from the sweet Ambrosia as she looked up at him. "Then talk to me until you have to go." The Goddess of Spring wasn't making a request, the demand was clear.

Her eyes narrowed and Persephone shook her head, just once. "I don't want to talk to them, Hades." She shifted her weight, her pink thigh exposed further, the motion far from intentional. She didn't have it in her to manipulate him like that... at least not yet. Arms crossed under her breasts. "That's right, I don't. My mother isn't here and last check, you are not my father. I will do as I please." Her chin angled as she took him in, her eyes searching. "Am I so unpleasant to talk to?" There was no hurt in her words, as if she was offended by such.

Persephone steeled herself and took a step in closer. "How come you seem to run away every time you are faced with being alone with me, Hades?" It was only twice now, but it was all she could come up with. "Supposedly, of the two of us, you are the scary one. Yet you flee before the Goddess of Spring?" She smirked, pressing closer still. "Let's be honest, while you use all the right words, rude or otherwise, you are the one fleeing." She wouldn't step back and something told her he would be the first to duck in this odd game of chicken she was pressing on them.

Oh, Persephone didn't quite understand why he'd be scared of her. Close as she was, the intoxicating scent of jasmine, gardenia, and other exotic floral notes were heady with an underlying spice that was rich and sinful playing against his senses. Fingers brushed against his arm, the touch bold, but a thrill went through her. She wasn't the sweet, innocent that people saw her as and she was slowly finding her own way.

"Do you plan to run away again, King?" There was a clear challenge in her voice.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Hades liked to keep himself aloof at these sort of affairs. Minthe was one thing. She belonged in the Underworld. But, when he came to these Olympus events, he was surrounded by outsiders. Worst of all, he was face to face with a very persistent outsider who seemed to be expressing interest in him. Things that happened here were outside of his control and Persephone was drawing some attention to them. Nothing scrutinizing or uncomfortable for the God of the Dead, but he knew that someone at this damned party would have noticed that he was being backed into a corner by this little pink monster. He could not back down any more than he already had or cool and gloomy Hades would have rumors milling about.

Worst of all, she was pushing him. As she questioned his actions more and more, he was beginning to find her more interesting. Smart, pretty, bold. If she actually gave a damn about him, she would be everything he had wanted from Minthe before this.

No. Nononono.

"Fine. If the Goddess of Spring is so set on talking to me until I leave, you can have just that."

If she had just stopped there, obtained a conversation, he would have been safe for the night. Both of them would be safe. Except, she moved in closer and touched his arm. She let that dress slide off her thigh, a very lovely pink thigh. The air was full of sweet scents that made his head swim a little. Then, she challenged him. She spoke to him like he was the weak one. That was something he did not abide. Especially from some little Olympus girl who was trying to flirt.

"I am not running away, Persephone. I am avoiding an outcome."

He breathed deep, pulling in a flurry of scents from her. Hades leaned down a little, not right next to her face, but enough that she would be the only one to hear the whisper.

"I know this game, little goddess. I am not oblivious to your flirting. But, you have no idea what you are asking for. Do you really think it would be in your best interest to pursue this?"

It was a mistake he had no interest in letting slide. She had mistaken his rudeness, his dismissal, as some kind of fear. He panicked, yes. He wanted to stay away, yes. But, it was just as much in Persephone's interest as it was in his. The King of the Dead was damaged goods. He could not emotionally invest in someone. But, if this cute little pink thing wanted to disobey mother, he could oblige.

"I promise you it will not be a good choice to keep pushing. Now, I think I should leave. Alone."

 

[Bunny]

Undoubtedly some had noticed that the God of Death was being backed into a preverbal corner by the sweet pink Goddess of Spring. It was entertaining to a point to watch Hades look at the tiny female with apprehension. Persephone didn't even think about it that way. She was almost single minded in her pursuit of him, if one could call this a pursuit. He'd agreed to at least talk to her, but another bee had slipped into her bonnet and she was on a new tangent, one that wouldn't allow him to be quite so slippery. Her hand on his arm, her face angled up towards his own, she'd accused him of fleeing.

"No? You didn't panic and then cross the room to get away?" Her voice was lower and she lifted a brow. "Seemed that way. And while you didn't run this time, you have done all but pick me up and put me in front of others to distract me." Hades inhaled and leaned down so he was level with her. He matched her soft voice, though he lowered his own another few octaves. His words made her hackles rise some. While it wasn't untrue, it was annoying for him to assume such. Eyes narrowing she hissed at him. "Who are you to decide what is best for me?" A wicked smile curled on her lips. "Should I call you Daddy, Hades?" There was something there, a purr of sound that was almost aggressive. She expected him to hate the title humans used, and wanted him to be annoyed by it.

"That isn't up to just you, Daddy." That title again, her anger flickering in her eyes. "Everyone looks at me and assumes they know who I am. What I am. You are no different. You think you are, but in the end you are just.like.them." The last three words were punctuated with her rising anger. A soft snort left her and she shook her head. "You think, but you're not actually sure." Where other Gods treated Hades as what he saw himself as, Persephone seemed willing, eager even to challenge him at each step. She didn't fear him.

The hand that had been resting on his arm the whole time fell away. "At least I am willing to admit what I wanted. Even if you don't think I know what I was getting into..." A soft smirk curled on her lips. "You can't even do that, rabbit." She was baiting him on purpose. She wanted to see something else from him, and wanted him to be more interesting. Be more than what she felt others saw and he wrote himself off as. She wanted to use him to find herself, but there was more to her desires.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

It was now Hades' turn to bristle at her comments. It seemed that the pair were on even footing. While he assumed she wanted to strike out and be rebellious, she had managed to pin him down just as fast. True, he did panic at the sight of a pretty smile. But, it was not the smile itself that drove him away. It was the knowledge that he had little power to resist such a thing. A disingenuous version of that same smile had kept him wrapped around Minthe's finger for longer than anyone would he willing to admit, lest they anger the King of the Dead. Anyone except Persephone, who had no idea the kinds of old wounds she was poking at with her insistence on pursuit.

"I do not run. I am avoiding something that I find unpleasant. Like picking olives out of your salad. You happen to be a very persistent olive."

Then, she said it. Daddy. Hades was old in ways that could not be described. But, even he understood the implications of someone like her calling him Daddy. More importantly, she was calling him Daddy just a little too loudly as her anger grew. In a room full of gods. His only relief was that she did not linger on it for long. No, she immediately began to spill her personal identity dilemmas to him and accused him of the same. Her anger was rising more and he could see her pink cheeks darkening, the rims of her eyes turning a little red. It seemed the little Spring Goddess was filled with storms and fury.

What caught him most unaware, though, was that coy little smirk as she told him she could admit what she wanted. That was certainly true. She had come at him with all her youthful energy, decided she would explore who the God of the Dead was. Maybe she wanted even more. But, what Hades knew was that, whatever this fiery goddess wanted, he liked how she was trying to get it. In fact, he found he rather enjoyed the way she spoke to him, even if the disrespect behind it was quite annoying. So, for the moment, he would accede to her.

"Well, little goddess, I have decided exactly what I want. I want to leave this party. But, if you have any inclination to come with me, I won't deny you. After that, I make no promises."

The smile that spread across his face was ambiguous. To some, it might have seemed almost sinister. Others might find his cool demeanor charming. But, it was all for Persephone.

"Tell me, Persephone... Would you like to visit the Underworld?"

 

[Bunny]

They both seemed to easily get under one another's skin. Being told that he found her unpleasant had made her frown for a moment. It wasn't kind, but Persephone had to admit, if only to herself she wasn't letting him just walk away. She was pushing an issue he clearly had no desire to have pressed. To this point, Persephone had allowed her life to be led, directed and she was nothing more than an actor. It had been frustrating. What she saw in Hades was a chance to escape. It wasn't much different from when Poseidon had looked at her like he was trying to undress her with his eyes. Her attraction was just as visceral to Hades. He was handsome and there was something about the blue God of Death that attracted her. He'd been far more than correct when he'd claimed she had no idea what she was getting into, but something within her told her to leap. Don't look, don't question it... Just do it.

It had perhaps been the olive comment that had made her try and provoke him further. The word had been as far from innocent as possible. The anger and annoyance had rolled with the sensuality of the word. In truth, a Daddy wasn't something Persephone was looking for. She'd had more than enough guidance and what was best for her. She wanted to make her own choices. She'd fail and fall, but she would also get back up. Wiser for being allowed that error.

If Hades was correct and her desires towards him were a mistake, it was a mistake she wanted to make. She lacked the skills of other Goddesses, the finesse in her flirting. Persephone made up for it by something simple. She didn't care. It would come with time. She was trying to sink into her own skin, find who she was.

Though her hand had dropped, she hadn't moved away from him. She was still challenging the King of the Underworld, still trying to see that spark again. There was a chance she was way off the mark. That what she felt herself wasn't echoed in him in some way. She fully expected on some level for Hades to not rise to the occasion, to dismiss her again. All she had was hope that she'd provoked him enough to make his interest rise.

Then it came.

For a moment, she didn't answer. She hadn't fully expected him to change his mind. The sly curl of her lips as she lifted a brow was almost sensual. "I thought you'd never ask," The red of her eyes had faded at some point and she shifted. The softness of her body pressed against his as she slipped her arm through his. The softness of her breasts were pressed to his arm firmly as she looked up at him. There was no hiding. She felt no shame in his offer and as to what the other Gods felt? She could care less.

"After you, Daddy." Now there was nothing but amusement in the word. Other than annoying him a bit, it held no draw.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Persephone was definitely talented at getting to Hades in a way that not many could boast. It was a shame that pretty women and his brothers seemed to be the exclusive holders of this ability. The other Gods had long ago learned their lesson when it came to him. They avoided him to avoid his anger, his bad moods. Poseidon and Zeus had an excuse, as his brothers. Women, well Hades simply felt a little lonely, despite his insistence that he stay alone. Persephone certainly qualified as a beautiful young goddess and her attitude was quite to older god's liking. Except for that infernal word. Daddy. Gods be damned, he would get her for that.

That evil little smile in response to his question, though. That was something truly wicked. Her words had gotten under his skin, irritated him at the surface level. The smirk on her face state one thing. She was more than happy to make a few bad decisions tonight. It tore into Hades deeper than a dagger and struck him deep in his chest. Every muscle tensed for a moment as he inhaled sharply. Beautiful was an understatement when she wore that smirk. She was his type, his perfect kind of woman. Yet, there was more than one catch to what could he a very interesting night.

Even as she took his arm and pressed all of those soft things he knew men lusted for against him, Hades knew he needed to fight against the thoughts he was having. No, he was doing this all to bait her into a trap of his own. She was a young woman who was looking to make a big mistake and have some fun. Hades was the King of the Dead, not some plaything. Persephone was going to come him with him, most definitely. She had made that quite obviously her intention. But, he had plans besides what she seemed to want. She would he treated to a nice dinner and sent packing. A punishment for toying with him like she seemed to enjoy. Her big night of mischief completely spoiled with a boring little date. And, of course, she said it again as he started to walk with her.

"Daddy is most definitely off the table for the evening. In fact, if you could never utter it again, I would be quite pleased."

He knew that all of the eyes in the room were on them now. Hades and some newcomer were walking out of the party together. Or, perhaps even worse, Hades and Demeter's daughter were joking and pressing against one another. At the very least, it was news and more likely to be seen as scandal. All of which would amount to nothing and leave Hades with a little bit of fun to poke at all the gossipy and childish residents of Olympus.

With little in the way of goodbyes to worry on, Hades walked his new companion out to his car. To say that it was unpleasant would be a lie, her body warm against him in the beat ways, the sway of her hips pressing her close with each step. Truly, it was a shame to let such a lovely thing go, but his game was more interesting to the blue god, even as he caught himself looking at Persephone more than he would like. It was even more painful to separate himself when they reached his car.

"My car, Lady Persephone. Are you really sure? You might be caught in the Underworld forever, or some other nonsense they say about me."

 

[Bunny]

A low amused chuckle left her as he led her from the party. The press of their bodies together as they left was noticed by more than a few. Persephone knew that the rumors would spread, that within no time her mother would know of her behavior this night. She'd be furious. There was no question in the young Goddess' mind. Her mother had wanted her to live like her, like the others within her circle. She understood it, yet she couldn't imagine an eternity locked away. An eternal maiden, forever hidden away. She understood it was Gods like Poseidon and his lecherous stare or Zeus with his endless flings, conquest. In part it was to protect her heart and body from their careless actions. Not being allowed to live though, was no better. There was a chance Hades would hurt her. More than a chance if his own words and the rumors that swirled around the azure God were true. It was a risk that Persephone was willing to make.

As to what awaited her in the underworld, she had very little in the way of expectations. There was a slight hint that something sexual might occur but Persephone wasn't foolish enough to think that he didn't have something hidden up his sleeve. No doubt the God didn't like being bullied by her and he wouldn't take her clear manipulation lying down. A brow lifted and she gave a soft snort. "No? Don't like being called Daddy, Hades?" Her voice lowered a few octaves. "But you keep trying to order me about, surely the title fits?" It was a simple hint. He stated to command her, that word he despised would be used.

While Hades' eyes lingered on her, she didn't return the favor. It would have been awkward. However, the press of their bodies together, the way, even as they walked that they seemed to come together was highly pleasing. His arm was nestled between the swell of her breasts, and she could feel the strength there, and once or twice she snuck a sly glance up at him. Looking at his car she smiled softly and turned, pulling him against her as she pressed her slender back to it's cold metal frame. "Still trying to run, rabbit?" She couldn't help but tease him as he gave her another out. Another chance to change her mind. A hand caught his own and she pulled it to her bare pink thigh. Her dress was caught slightly beneath her and his hand could easily roam against her silken flesh. The supple length of her thigh, hip and even the curve of her ass.

"Trading on prison for another, if that is the case." She whispered softly, hand moving along his chest. "But I think I might have more freedom with you than my mother." She smiled up at him, the silk of her dress tight against her breasts. "Besides, you promised to help me make mistakes, Hades. Can't back out now.."

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

It seemed that Persephone had an issue with being told what to do. She wanted to establish his punishment for breaking her personal rule and he had to admit it was a rather appropriate one. The little nickname was certainly enough to dissuade him from commanding her freely. Unfortunately for Persephone, Hades had a penchant for control. When he was in his home, his authority became absolute. Oh, he had no right to command a goddess like Persephone what to do, but her authority was gone, her very godhood worthless in the Underworld. Maybe she would learn to like giving in.

What Hades did not approve of, aside from being called Daddy, was her second nickname. Rabbit. She certainly was cheeky to speak to him like this. It was obviously meant to goad him into action and, unlike Daddy, it did not have connotation that he disagreed with. Still, he disliked being called rabbit, even if the way she challenged him made him excited.

"I'm not running. I'm just being honest with you about what you are getting yourself into."

A moment later, she showed that there was no doubt what she wanted to get into. Hades felt himself press to her body, pinning her against the car even as she pulled his hand to her thigh. Did she even know how impossibly beautiful she was? What doing this kind of thing might do to him. Before he could stop himself, Hades grasped her thigh gently. He let the tips of his fingers drift along her skin, her so very soft skin. His free hand moved to the back of her neck, tilting her head so that she was looking up at him. Face to face, her lips looked very inviting. He almost took the invitation.

"You keep pushing like this and I will end up making a few mistake of my own tonight. For now, though, you should at least get in the car before you put my hands all over you."

With that, his hand slid further up her thigh, his fingers just barely touching. They were only a breath away from slipping under the garment when they were suddenly gone. Instead, his fingers grasped the handle of the car door, opening it politely for the goddess who was still pinned against the metal. With a slight hesitation, Hades pulled himself away from her, knowing his arousal would be obvious if he stayed this close any longer. So, he tried to stay calm, walking around to the other side of the car to take his place in the driver's seat.

 

[Bunny]

The little nicknames she gave Hades made her smile within, especially Daddy. He'd disliked it enough to tell her, though there was little doubt he favored rabbit either. Poking the God of Death was perhaps a dangerous game, but one that Persephone was enjoying greatly. There was something about how he reacted to her that was highly appealing. Where Hades liked being in control, Persephone was used to not being in control. In time she might even give up the control she currently held to him. Perhaps.

"Could have fooled me," she purred in response to his denial that he wasn't trying to run. He was right, he wasn't trying to run. Hades was trying to get her to run. It amounted to the same thing in her mind. Persephone was absolutely unaware of her wiles and how they might affect Hades. The way she acted was on instinct and desire. To anyone looking from an elegant window, it was him pressing her to his car, any passerby would see his hand moved up her thigh, fingertips tracing her petal soft skin. His free hand however, was moving of its own accord and she found her head tilted upwards to him. Lips parted slightly, she watched him with large eyes. This sort of control, she found she liked.

"What is life without a few mistakes, Hades?" His name was nightshade on her lips. Dark, sensual. A low laugh left her and she lifted a brow as he told her she should get into the car.. though his fingers pushed against the hem of her dress, teasing almost with the idea of pushing beneath the night sky silk. It was almost as if he came to his senses and his hand left her skin. Persephone found herself missing the touch of his skin against hers. Her smile was slow as the door was pulled open, his body still pinning her own. She might have pulled him there, but he'd stayed of his own accord. Did he realize?

Chuckling she slipped into his car, closing her own door as he made his way around to the driver's seat. His car was luxurious and while she could appreciate the beauty of it, the comfort of the plush interior, it mattered little to the young Goddess. They rode in silence for a while, though her mind didn't leave the God beside her. She let him calm down, think she was getting cold feet or questioning her choices now that she was in his car. Lulling him into a sense of silent victory. Her eyes flickered towards Hades, watching his profile. Hades was handsome, there was no question about that. The car shrouded his blue skin, making it almost match her dress, the white of his hair almost shocking in the darkness.

She moved silently in the dark interior of his car, a small, pink hand resting against his thigh. Slowly it moved inwards, fingers brushing against the richness of his suit. Persephone watched him from the corner of her eye as her hand brushed against his cock. The touch was gentle, almost teasing. As if seeing what he'd do. They'd both make those mistakes if mistakes were made tonight, Persephone would make sure of it.

The Fates gave a low chuckle as they spun the threads. They knew their boss was already doomed, he just didn't know it yet.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Persephone was certainly talking like she knew what she was doing. Her voice was seductive, she teased him just the right ways, even coaxed his hands to correct spots. But, when he tilted her head back and looked into those big, beautiful eyes, he saw the truth. She was an amateur with all of this. A gifted amateur for sure. She had chosen Hades on instinct, played these games for the sheer fun of it. There was something about this that was so deliciously wrong. One of the three most ancient gods on the pantheon taking home a little spring flower for her first night of mischief. Still, plans were plans and it made his little revenge more potent if she put all her sweet virginal hopes on him, only to be left with very little in the way of mistakes made. That was the plan as they parted and he moved to the driver's seat.

The trip to the Underworld was, if one wished to believe in grandiose legend, underwhelming. The car ride was not so long and Hades was happy to let Persephone think whatever outlandish thoughts she had while he enjoyed the brief silence, a reprieve from her nicknames and teasing jabs. She would soon be a nervous wreck and he could be her savior, giving her the chance to escape back to mother when the tension was most high. That plan shattered more thoroughly than the most fragile vase being hurled against a wall.

In the dark, her pink skin made her a shining beacon, catching any bit of light and almost giving her an ethereal glow. She looked every bit the part of the goddess, and certainly not a goddess of eternal virginity with that plunging neckline showing off her breasts. In that darkness, a hand moved quietly to his thigh and, while a little surprised at her forwardness, Hades managed to not react. That is, until it moved to run her fingertips along his cock. All at once, the King of the Dead sucked in air through his nose and the car went nearly silent as his foot instinctively flinched off the pedal. The touch was enough to provoke another reaction as well, treating her delicate fingers to the feeling of his cock swelling with desire. She had his needs on a hair trigger and it seemed he would not be given an easy take controlling it.

However, control it Hades did. His foot settled back onto the pedal and the car engine hummed back to a comfortable cruising volume, the engine once again taking them at full speed. There were two options now. He could push her further, guide her hand with his own and make her feel the fullness of his half-hard cock. Or, he could leave her to her own exploration and see if she would embarrass herself enough to stop. The first was decidedly too needy, though it sounded much more pleasant. So, he drove on. He would let her play around for now. Except, another plan fell apart suddenly as his phone buzzed in his jacket pocket.

With a small glance at Persephone, he withdrew it. Was their game already over? No. As he looked at the illuminated screen, it was a much more interesting name. Minthe. Containing his wicked grin, Hades decided he would get a little revenge on his would-be lover and make mischief with his never-to-be new mistake. The phone connect as he tapped and swiped the green icon.

"Minthe... No, I already left the party... I did get that for you, but, I can't come by tonight... I have someone with me... No, not a friend. A young goddess... I don't see why I need to tell you that, since you refused to come with me tonight."

 

[Bunny]

It had been bold to touch him like she was and though Hades thought she would withdraw back, become embarrassed, the delicate Goddess could feel the way his body reacted. It emboldened her, feeling him harden against her inquisitive hand. There was a clear innocence in her touch that was somehow offset by how she touched him, the way her fingers pressed and even kneaded gently. It was fascinating to her, the way with each bold touch, the longer she lingered how he stiffened. Not to mention the way Hades had inhaled, the way his foot had left the pedal at the initial touch, it was intoxicating to affect him like that. It made her feel powerful to a point and definitely sexy. It was almost like a drug, the feeling that was welling up in her.

Secretly, she had hoped he'd react more... Say something. It wouldn't have mattered really if he had encouraged her or tried to get her to stop, both had fun options that could follow. The young Goddess though wouldn't have minded his encouragement. It wasn't needed, not by a long shot, but it would have helped boost her fledgling courage. Her fingers slipped between his legs though, the exploring touch paused as Hades' phone buzzed and looked to her. She waited, almost patiently. Her mind had moved to the same thought as his own. Was this the end? Had someone told her mother? Persephone could picture someone tattling and Demeter demanding her return. She wouldn't let go so easily though, if that was the case. However the name that left his lips was not her mother's. It was vaguely familiar though, she seemed to recall hearing some of the other Goddesses mentioning the Nymph. His words made her smile in the dark.

Shifting in her seat, Persephone's nimble fingers moved to the button of his pants. It was popped open and she looked up at him as a nail trailed down the teeth of his zipper. She spoke so softly that only he could hear her. "Tell me to stop, Daddy..." It was a clear challenge, the implication clear. The zipper was tugged down and one pink hand vanished into the darkness of his pants. Her fingers slipped into his boxers and curled around him.

Heart racing Persephone almost couldn't believe that she was doing this. The fact that she was only made her want to squirm in her seat. While teasing Hades aroused him, it was a double edged sword that came with the thrill of tormenting the King of Hell. Her hand stroked along his shaft and she felt the velvet softness harden in her hand, twitch and she gave a low chuckle. Gently she drew her nails along his shaft, a smirk curling on her lips. She was far from done... carefully she pulled him free and it was only then, with his cock free that her eyes left his face. She watched as the pinkness of her hand stroked against the midnight of his skin. Persephone loved the feel of him in her hand and she let out a breath, the sound clearly indicating her own arousal, if the gentle squirming in her seat didn’t give it away already.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

While he was not responding, it certainly was not because Hades received no pleasure from her actions. The feeling of her curious fingers stroking and kneading his cock was making it rather difficult to keep his focus on the drive and the phone. He was growing harder and harder the more she worked at him and soon he was barely listening to the words of the nymph who had controlled him so easily before. Even holding the phone was a distraction.

"Minthe, stop...I already said I am with someone right now... You are certainly giving me a different attitude."

When the button of his pants was undone, he knew it was time for the phone call to be over. The whisper in her ear and the soft click of her nails on his zipper on assured him that was correct.

"Stop, Minthe. I will see you soon. Now, I have to go."

The whisper had been what set him off the most. The sensual challenge of it as she let her hand dive into his pants. It had sent a chill down his spine at the implication. Then, a soft and small hand wrapped around his shaft. Finally, Persephone earned the reaction she wanted. He groaned softly, the car roaring as this time he pushed down on the pedal in an effort to push himself more against the invading hand. A moment later, he let out a hiss, a mix of pleasure and surprise as her nails softly ran down his length. He nearly dropped the phone as he moved to hang up.

"Persephone, stop it!"

The force behind his words was lackluster to say the least. He glanced at the young goddess from the corner of his eye, the look of mischief and excitement enough to excite him even more. Then, she fully revealed him. Nine inches of hard cock, swollen and begging for attention despite Hades trying to resist. His body most certainly agreed, though, another soft and rumbling groan escaping from deep in his chest. Now, when he looked over, Persephone was looking down at him, stroking with a hunger in her eyes. They were close to his home now, only a few scarce minutes away. He only needed to resist a little longer. Only had to resist the pleasure and her seductive curiosity for a little longer.

With nothing else to do except focus on the road, Hades knew he would not make it. Going against his own weak insistence that she stop, Hades switched hands on the wheel now that he was free of the phone. His right hand then moved over to rest on the back of Persephone's neck. His words came out as a frustrated growl.

"If you like looking, look closer."

With that, he pushed her forward, moving her face to be only a few inches from his now fully erect cock. Not satisfied with just this to keep his mind busy, Hades slid the hand on her neck down, stroking his fingers down her spine before slipping his whole hand into that scandalously high slit on her dress. Immediately, Hades felt the softness of her ass against his fingers. But, he was not interested in such a tame target. Not when she was being so bold herself. So, he pushed his hand further under her dress, the tips of his fingers feeling the heat of her arousal as the stroked her slit through her panties.

 

[Bunny]

The conversation meant little to her. Their relationship mattered little to her, for he was with her, not the Nymph. Besides, Persephone was having too much fun tormenting him while he spoke to Minthe. She could hear the feminine voice faintly and she spoke quickly and seemed upset, but Hades was barely paying her attention and Persephone knew she was the cause. Each small thrill only spurred her further. The challenge had been particularly delicious. What she sought, she didn't fully understand until he groaned, his conversation over seconds at most. A small part of Persephone pouted that she couldn't get him to groan while on the phone and she set herself a goal that perhaps wouldn't be obtainable. The next call Hades got, if she was around, he'd groan into the receiver.

The car pushed forward, as if the God was eager to reach their destination, perhaps it was that reaction that had led to the gentle play of nails against tender flesh. It was his demand that she stop that delighted her though and she giggled, the sound sweet and at complete odds with what she was doing. "You want me to stop?" There seemed to be a playful confusion in her question. She'd pulled him free from his pants and lost the train of thought she'd been on. Eagerly she touched him, now that she could see him properly. Her breath came in a small pant.

He'd told her to stop, yet he hadn't answered again and his hand found the back of her neck, the warmth of his skin pressing firmly as he pushed her forward. Gasping with the growl as he forced her head closer to his cock, his words sending a shiver down her spine. A smile curled on her lips as his hand slid down her back, worming between the silk of her dress and the warmth of her skin, his hand moved lower. Persephone might not have known of his intentions, but she waited.. The warmth of her breath curled around his cock, still held in her hand, gently stroking him, the motion almost lazy. "Just look Hades?"

Hades' hand brushed over her rear, but that seemed to not be his goal either and Persephone leaned forward further as his hand brushed her panties. The first touch of his fingers he'd feel the wetness of her tongue. Licking at his tip, she gave a shuddering gasp. She should have felt embarrassed, shy even... Yet Persephone found none of those emotions lingering within her as she lapped at the head of his cock while his fingers stroked her damp slit. No shame that this was her first excursion into the world really, without her mother in control and she found herself in a car with a God, her mouth on him as his fingers slipped beneath her dress.

No.. Persephone felt alive, excited and oh... so... very... wet.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

It was almost impossible for Hades to stand the teasing little monster any longer by the time he pushed her head down toward his aching cock. Her hand felt good, but he wanted more. Any plans to slowly tease her and leave her wanting were officially gone. Instead, his plan consisted of making it home before he started to really teach her a lesson. But, her hand moved so slowly, so agonizingly slowly as she teased him more, asked if he only wanted her to look.

Of course he did not. He wanted to grab a fistful of that pink hair and make her choke on his cock. He wanted to taste the warm and wet pussy he could feel through her panties as he finally stroked her. God, she was licking him now. Her body was so damn inviting, her breathing now a horny little pant as she lapped at his cock and stroked it. This evil pink thing had driven Hades to the absolute edge of his self-control and her own body was begging for him to snap, to give her what she seemed to want so badly.

"Keep your mouth busy. I can hear you panting like you are in heat and I can feel how wet you are. You are playing a dangerous game with me, Persephone."

The coolness was gone from his voice, the calm completely shattered by his all-consuming hunger.

Finally, finally! The turn came soon after his statement and he pulled the car through, the door opening automatically as the car approached. He had forgotten his blinker and the car lurched forward into the spot in the garage, between two other similar, yet equally unusual, black cars. The only sound was the pair breathing quickly and the automatic garage door closing behind them. The car lurched a little as he braked hard and shut off the ignition, awkwardly using his left hand so as to keep his fingers running up and down her most sensitive places. Finally, with a clunk of metal as the door fully closed, they were left in the dark.

There were a few more moments of stillness, his cock throbbing and twitching on her tongue before he finally broke. The voice that came from him was quiet, almost too quiet over the needy panting of his female companion, but it cut through the air with authority. This was Hades with no patience left.

"Give me your panties and choose. Either climb in my lap right now, or bend over the side of the car. I am going to give you exactly what you wanted and you will learn a lesson."

 

[Bunny]

There was likely some form of danger in provoking him. It wasn't the first time she'd considered it and as briefly the little warnings had come, the left. Like playing with fire, Persephone would be sure that both Hades and she burned. No one would make it through this night unscathed. It was devilish, the thoughts, the desires, the plans that Persephone made. The irony of her being the devilish one lost in the moment though as she teased him. It was exciting to tease him and there would come a time where Hades snapped and Persephone was anticipating it eagerly.

"Keep your mouth busy. I can hear you panting like you are in heat and I can feel how wet you are. You are playing a dangerous game with me, Persephone."

Before today, before this taste of freedom, as unlikely as it might have been to find herself in this position, she might have blushed. Hades wasn't wrong though, she could feel each little pant of her breath, her excitement showing. It wasn't just her breathing, he could feel it between her thighs as he stroked her slit, the warmth that soaked through her panties. It was also in the hardening of her nipples, something that Persephone brought her own pleasure to by rubbing against his thigh, the friction of her dress and his pants making the nubs harden further. All of it was a vicious cycle, one fueling the next.

Rather than give him a sassy response like 'You didn't say please', Persephone shifted closer, her mouth closing around the head of him. She sucked on the tip of his cock like he was a lollipop, that human treat that tasted like sickly sweet fruits. Her mouth had slid around him as he'd turned and she was pulling back, the tip of him popping from her mouth audibly as they pulled into his garage. Their breathing, faster, hungrier was the only sound she could hear before her head lowered again as she licked a sloppy line down his cock. His fingers hadn't stopped their path, up, down, up down.. it was maddening and where her panties had been wet before, she now was soaking through them and her arousal coated his fingers.

"Give me your panties and choose. Either climb in my lap right now, or bend over the side of the car. I am going to give you exactly what you wanted and you will learn a lesson."

The demand came in the darkness of the car and the way he spoke made Persephone squirm in place. Rubbing her nipples against his leg for a moment before she pulled back, but not before licking the tip of him once more, a salty bead lapped away by her pink tongue. Her door opened and she watched him as she wiggled her panties down her hips, letting them fall to the ground before bending to pick them up. Closing her door, Persephone bent over his car, her panties extended in one hand across the hood, her eyes on him though the windshield. "If you want them, come get them, Rabbit." She couldn't help but add just a bit more fuel to the fire.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

As if it had not been torture enough to have her licking away at him, Hades let out another groan at the sensation of her mouth wrapping around the head of his cock. Persephone really knew how to go overboard with her teasing. The feeling of her eager tongue, the hard nipples pressing against his thigh more and more persistently, Hades barely managed to control his need. But, he did. In fact, by the time Persephone licked the beading precum from him, Hades was in a completely different state of mind.

He watched, his gaze intense, as those hips wriggled and those panties slid down. He watched her lean forward across the hood of the car, her breasts nearly spilling from her dress as she did so. Even that provocation, being called a rabbit again, only earned the flaring of his nostrils, a little heat in the cool anger that had mixed with his desires. A petty and silly anger, closer to annoyance, but anger.

With his eyes locked on Persephone's, Hades took those fingers that had been so eagerly stroking up and down and placed one in his mouth. He drew it out slowly, letting her know that he was tasting her. Then, he repeated the process with his second finger. As he did so, there was a regret that he had not plunged them inside, covered them completely in her need. However, this was no time for regrets. It was time for him to punish the pink seductress.

Opening his own door, Hades rose to his feet. His cock, still throbbing and full of his hunger for her, was in full view, the pants barely hanging on to his hips. Still, he did not rush. He unbuttoned the suit jacket first, pulling it over his shoulders and tossing it in the seat. Next, the tie was pulled loose and the top button of his shirt was undone. They were small changes, still hiding so much compared to his companion, but it changed his image, showed a little of the wildness she had dragged out. Ready, he walked around the car, leaving the panties in her hands for now. It had accomplished what he needed. Now, the King of the Dead was going to take what he wanted. His eyes never left her as he circled around and took a place behind the pink goddess.

With her panties gone and the high slit of her dress, it was trivial to push the garment up and to the side, revealing a gorgeous display of pink flesh. This goddess certainly had the body to back up that dress. Her bare ass even managed to grate at the self control the god had managed to take back and he found himself grabbing two full hands of her ass, his needy cock twitching in response to being so close to release. His hands spread her ass, revealing the little pink hole and her dripping wet pussy, his final goal. Ther was just one thing to take care of next. His hands released that glorious round ass.

"One for calling me Daddy. One for calling me rabbit. Three for acting like such a slut."

One hand slid up her back, grabbing rhe base of her neck from behind. He held tight, keeping her in place for what was to come. With that, Hades raised his hand and brought it down hard and fast. The sound of him striking her ass filled the garage. Once, twice, alternating sides until he had spanked the insolent goddess five times total. His hand stung slightly and the redness of her ass was satisfying.

"Now, beg for what you want."

 

[Bunny]

Each groan of pleasure from Hades had been like a reward in of itself, like an affirmation of what she was doing was pleasurable. No matter how bold, the pink little temptress was still new to this all. Natural talent for being a tease aside, his reactions were like a guide for how she should react, what he liked and Persephone lapped it up, literally and figuratively. The change in him had been almost subtle as she had been laid across his thigh, but when she sat up, the change had been clear. Something about this coolness, this control making a shiver travel up her spine as the anticipation doubled. Had she finally broken him of his denial?

The air of the garage was warming even as the car cooled, it's heat spilling around her. She could feel the heat of the engine against the mounds of her breasts as they strained against the silk of her dress. Hades had remained in the car, her eyes on his she watched him lift his fingers, the ones that had played against the wetness of her panties where her arousal had been just as evident as his own and slipped one into his mouth, tasting her. Persephone's lips parted slightly as she let out a shaky breath, hands gripping her panties tighter. The tease as the first finger was slowly withdrawn and the second slipped into the heat of his mouth made her hips squirm slightly. She could feel how wet she was, her own juices coating the inside of her thighs.

There was no way for Persephone to know exactly what she'd riled in Hades, only that she had. That was something, no matter the outcome that excited her. He'd slipped from the car and Persephone watched him, the hunger in her magenta eyes unbridled. The jacket discarded, tie loosened, buttons undone, it was like Hades was stepping into another skin and this one was somehow more desirable than the one just seconds ago. There was something... Cool, collected and in control with this sort of disarray. Even now though, the young Goddess didn't question her choices. She wanted this, whatever this was.

Watching Hades until he circled out of view behind her, Persephone debated looking over her shoulder at him and decided better of it, at least for now. She could feel him behind her and she held her breath for a moment as she felt him push her dress up and over to one side, bearing her heart-shaped ass to him. The way Persephone stood, her legs crossed, as if it would help the desperate ache building, put her ass on display, lifted even as if offering it to him. Hands were suddenly on her bare skin and Persephone exhaled slowly, as Hades groped her rear. It was just the beginning. Her cheeks were spread, showing him her tight little hole and the lips of her pussy, glistening in the low light. Hades released her ass and Persephone was left wondering what was next.

She wouldn't have long to wait.

"One for calling me Daddy. One for calling me rabbit. Three for acting like such a slut."

For a moment, she didn't understand, one hand sliding up her back, beneath her hair curling around the nape of her neck and then the confusion was cleared up by the first painful sting of his hand as it connected with her ass. A cry left Persephone, sharp, uncertain. There was a sting that lingered where his hand had slapped into her ass and Persephone could sear she could still feel her ass jiggling from the impact... This was in a matter of seconds for another hard slap hit her ass, this time on her other cheek and she cried out again, but this time there was something more to the sound, something far more sensual than the first surprised cry. The third blow overlapped the first and Persephone squirmed slightly under the hand holding her down and this time Persephone did moan, the sound ragged and laced with pain. It felt like her pink ass, now reddened from her 'punishment' glowed in the darkness and it did nothing to dissuade Persephone, in fact, it had only made her wetter and she could feel it dripping down her thighs.

"Now, beg for what you want."

The command made her squirm again and her hands had tightened around her panties so hard the fabric gave a wet ripping sound. The young Goddess before him panting like she was in heat once more and she closed her eyes. She knew what she wanted and she didn't question that desire, but Persephone was still who she was. Even now, with a firm consequence in place, she couldn't, wouldn't stop the words from leaving her. Hades despised the word so much, she knew, and he would never be that for her, but his response had been so delicious. Persephone had never once considered pain, but she found that spice was just right for her.

"Punishments, Daddy?" Her voice was breathy, aroused and there was a hit of a giggle that faded as the next words left her. "Fuck me Hades... Ravage me. Teach me a lesson... Show me exactly what you warned me about. Make me scream your name."

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

The shape of Persephone's ass, full and round in front of him, was perfect in Hades' mind. Heart-shaped and ready to make him fall in love with it. There was a real possibility that, in his many years of existence, it was actually the finest ass he had ever seen. Nothing else came to mind for comparison, that was for certain. Even better was the sight of it moving with the impact of his hand. The way the motion flowed into her body and produced a springy little bounce, it made him ache to be inside it, made him consider simply forsaking Persephone's traditional virginity and taking her ass instead. He would not, though. In fact, even as she begged, Hades had a new and more sinister plan.

The begging was exquisite as well. The pink goddess focused on her words, put emphasis in all the right places to make her desperate need to be fucked so very obvious. Unfortunately, she led it with that word, that little nickname that Hades wanted to scour from the language. Daddy...

With that, Hades' plans were sealed. He kept one hand wrapped firmly around the nape of Persephone's neck, holding the goddess pinned even as she tore her panties to pieces. He would give her what she wanted, but he would give it to her on his terms. There were things to be done before he could claim the virginity of the goddess of Spring. The first of which was to answer her use of that forbidden word. Without warning, Hades brought his hand down on her ass another time.

"One more for saying it again. But, you begged very well, slutty little goddess."

This time his hand lingered after he struck her, his fingers grasping the fullness of her rear and kneading the softness of it. Even as he did so, he moved forward a small step, closing the little distance between them. That one step was his final undoing. As he moved forward, the head of his cock brushed against her needy pussy. The feeling of her slick folds rubbing against him was enough to elicit a groan from deep in his chest, hungrier even than the sounds he had made from the feeling if her mouth around him.

Hades knew he needed relief just as badly as Persephone, but he was in control and she needed to understand that. So, he would torment her a little longer. Still keeping a firm grasp on the nape of her neck, the other hand spreading her ass again, Hades pressed the head of his cock against the wetness of Persephone's pussy. The tip was so close to pushing inside and Hades applied just the smallest amount of pressure. Slowly, he started to enter the tight little slit. Then, before he could progress more than a hair's breadth into her, the King of the Dead stopped and pulled away, strings of her wetness connecting them.

He repeated this over and over, never pressing hard enough to truly push inside. Soon, the little goddess' pussy was covered in his precum as well as her own desire. But, time for teasing was over. This time, when Hades moved his hips forward, it was with more force, gradually applying more and more pressure until, with surprising ease, the head of his cock slipped inside of her.

"You are mine now, Persephone."

His hips did not let up their advance and he slowly pushed deeper and deeper, groaning at the tightness. If Persephone had not been so hungry for him, so dripping with want, it might have even been impossible for him to deflower the young goddess. Yet, she was, and while her folds gripped him tightly, there was no difficulty continuing until he finally sank the base of himself into her.

 

[Bunny]

She shouldn't have said Daddy again, something told her that she'd pay... yet the lingering pain from where Hades' hand had connected had not discouraged the flowery, pink monster below him from trying to get a bit more of the same. It was unlikely that Hades had missed just how sweetly the Goddess of spring had cried out for him and the punishment he'd laid into her very skin. Had Persephone known just how that word bothered him, she'd have said it more. Not so much because it bothered him, but the result was delightful. That was only driven home as behind her Hades' dark voice rumbled, acknowledging that word would elicit more spanks from him.

"One more for saying it again. But, you begged very well, slutty little goddess."

Persephone inhaled and bit her lower lip, trying to hide the whimper that wanted to tumble from her at the praise. Slutty didn't bother her, hell she was, wasn't she? Her mind flashed back to the saltiness of his precum and the velvet hardness in her hand. Good, tame little Goddess didn't do that on the first date. They likely were more akin to those humans that believed in waiting till marriage. Her thoughts around the word slutty were driven from her mind as his hand crashed down on her supple rear and she moaned, the sound low and needy. His hand didn't lift though and Persephone felt Hades grope, the tender flesh in his hand and she gasped, whimpering. The small little flashes of pain flickering with each knead of his fingers sweet agony.

Whatever Persephone had expected next, it hadn't been the touch of his against her slick folds. No, she'd expected a little more spanking... A little more groping. Was it wrong that she'd been looking forward to it? The pleasure and pain that the pink Goddess desired at such odds with what was known or expected of her. Her mother might fait to know what she craved now and for a moment, she wondered if Poseidon could live up to his brother's example. Honestly? Persephone doubted it. Hades was one of a kind. All he'd needed was to be prodded from his sullen funk.

Her innocence showed again, when she'd assumed the torment was coming to an end when she felt him brush against her folds. Hades pushed forward, slightly, just the tip of him pushing past her slick folds. Persephone strained against the hand on the nape of her neck and she moaned. A slutty little Goddess for the King of Hell. That pleasure was unknown before that moment and Persephone wanted more. However Hades had other plans when he pulled back the sound that left the little Goddess before him was almost one of outrage. Her body ached to be filled, to be fucked... She might not know what that was like, but she knew that this ache that coiled in her lower belly and seeped down into her pussy could only be fixed by Hades fucking her ragged.

Just the tip over and over until she was near tears with building frustration. More than once, Persephone had tried to push herself back into him, take more of him only to be denied. Her cunt had been wet before and she'd been dripping. That was no longer true. Like a flood, Persephone could feel her own juices sliding down her legs. Shame might have lingered now but she just wanted this torture to stop. It felt like an eternity to the young Goddess as Hades teased her, though really minutes passed in reality. The feeling was becoming common when suddenly Hades didn't pull back. He'd feel her body vibrate beneath him, her breathing coming quicker as he pushed a bit further.

"You are mine now, Persephone."

The words seared into her very soul. Lips parted as inch after inch of Hades' cock vanished into her pussy. She could feel the friction, her body gripping him. Her breath left her in a shaky moan and if anything had remained of her panties, after this, they'd been in tatters. Hades was fully sheathed in her and Persephone couldn't remember what it was like to breathe. Her pussy like a vice around him, that need, for a moment satisfied. Full of cock, she felt soo good but as moments slipped by, Persephone could tell it was no longer enough.

"Hades!" His name was a desperate plea. "Please..." The need in that singular word. There was no Daddy now. No teasing. No rabbit. Just her desperate need. "Fuuuuuck" The Goddess beneath him groaned. "Please.. fuck me.. use me.. just..." She needed him to move. Needed that friction and she pulled her hips forward and pushed back into him. If there was an inch between herself and his damned car, she'd have been lucky... The little wiggle on the hard length of his cock not nearly enough.