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Bound by divine blood (Camile and Rosita)

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Hades, the lord of the dead, ruler of the night, felt the warmth of life spread through his body. Not far from him is the now bloodless corpse of a deer, it's dull eyes staring into the woods. Hades licked his lips clean, washing them of any sign of blood. Not the most filling meal, but at least it had worked to ease the chill that always hangs around him, straight down to his immortal bones.

A soft breeze blew through the clearing were he had brought down the dear. Besides the usual scent of animals and plants that inhabit the forest, there's a note of something else... Something sweet, and human. Despite having just fed, he felt his fangs twitch hard enough to hurt. For the past few times that he had came to the mortal world to feed, it had been animals. The scent of a human is just to irresistible.

Like the master predator that he his, Hades follows the scent on the wind, moving easily from shadow to shadow. A soft, almost primal growl comes from when she spots what's giving off the appealing scent. A beautiful woman, apparently sound asleep in a small patch of flowers. Hades felt his hunger rise up violently at the sight of her, overwhelming his rational mind.

He darted from the cover of the trees, quickly taking her up in his arms. To keep her silent in case she wakes, her carefully put a hand over her mouth. Without hesitation he opened a shadow portal to the underworld before swiftly disappearing from the sun lit glade.
 
Persephone had been peacefully resting in a bed of flowers she had grown and tended to, a new type of pale pink flowers with large delicate petals resembling her own lips in a way. She had hoped to pick some winding the flowers into a crown and give the delicate gift to her mother as a present. She had dreamed of her mother's face, the bright smile that pulled on her cheeks as she was presented with the gift.

She felt a hand placed over her face and as she was scooped up, little flowers fell from her dress and hair, tickling against her arm as it hung by her side. Persephone's eye's fluttered open at the light sensation and she was awoken from the dream. Confusion over took the woman as she stared up at Hades. The look on his face feared her as it was not the usual sweet glances she was usually given by the other gods but it was more along the lines of hunger and determination.

She squirmed in his arms trying to free herself, her hand coming up to strike his arm. Persephone tried to speak but the hand covering her mouth and muted all noise that tried to escape. Her eyes darted looking for some way out when blackness enveloped her and she knew where they were headed. The underworld was a place lacking of life and not somewhere a goddess of spring would want to be.

Anger enveloped her as her squirming had turned to thrashing. Her hand beat on his chest to be let go and she was wild to be in the unpleasant darkness. What was the purpose of her being in such a place? Ransom perhaps? The gods do not hold much that Hades would be at all interested in, nor was she worth anything that he may have been.
 
The squirming and the thrashing doesn't help her in the least. It just makes Hades' hunger worse, drawing the predator out even more. Her beating on his chest is just as ineffectual; he doesn't feel it at all. All he feels is the need for her hot, sweet blood to drive the bone numbing cold from his being just for a bit.

He materializes in his own bed chamber, a huge cavernous room crowned by a four poster bed on dais. Without a second's thought Hades made his way over to the bed and up the steps. Roughly he lays her on the bed, still restraining her easily. All sanity had left his mind, which reflect in his ice cold blue eyes. His gaze is trained on her throat, the vein pulsing away with her lifeblood just under her skin. Hades feels something else beside just his physical hunger stir in him. His eyes swept over her, taking in her nubile body. With one hand he easily removes her tunic, revealing all of her body to him. Following his instincts Hades pins her with his body, one thumb almost tenderly tracing the hypnotizing vein in her neck before his fangs extend and sink to her neck. He takes hot, greedy gulps, the heat from her blood spreading through him instantly.
 
As Persephone was roughly tossed on the bed, she realized the gravity of the situation. Hades wasn't simply after any kind of power or title, no, he just wanted her body as easy prey for his selfish needs. "Release me you brute! Or have Zeus strike you dead." After said she realized threatening the dead with death meant nothing at all. Obviously this man was dead in body and soul, words would bounce off of him without harm like her fists.

With one hand her attire was removed and tossed aside and she lay naked as a babe pinned beneath the man. She cried out, tears streaming down her face and dripping into her strawberry hair as he sank her fangs deep into her neck. Perhaps the sensation of blood leaving her body would have been pleasant if she submitted and relaxed her body. Such an act would be repulsive though, giving into a man who knows not how to treat a lady, a goddess of spring, and most importantly a daughter is Zeus. She hissed as she struggled to move and unpin herself from him.
 
Hades will find it quite amusing later when his mind processes her words: Zeus would tie his hands with maintaining the balance among the gods, and wouldn't dare permanently bring about Hades' demise. Her cries mean nothing to him, just the hot blood filling his stomach. Her struggling on makes the wounds in her neck worse.

With the cold of his body replaced with a throbbing heat, the blood lust retreated and a more basic lust took it's place. If she thought having her blood taken from her was unpleasant, having her own blood used against her is going to be much worse. Removing his head from her neck, his lips and teeth still stained with her blood, he trails her tongue over her collar bone down to her breasts, where he takes a small bud of flesh firmly in his teeth, tugging on it slightly. Underneath his black silk tunic his manhood visibly starts to harden, creating a tent in the fabric.
 
Persephone wanted to continue pretending as if she wasn't the only one who cared about the situation she was in or the only one who thought negatively of it. Zeus had a number of children, she knew he would care less if one was raped, he may even commend the man doing so for his taste. Where had she become so unlucky? If it was Aphrodite this man wanted she would have given into all his desires and more willingly.

From all her thrashing her wounds were wider than they needed to be, bruising around them had already started to take place. "Please" She said as he licked down to her breast "Haven't you had enough of me?" she whimpered. It didn't take the bulge in his manhood pressing hard against her thigh for her to understand what else he was after. Persephone let out a gasp when he pulled the sensitive skin with his teeth. She tried pulling her body away from even still, twisting herself trying to find a way for her slender body to escape.
 
Persephone might be shocked to learn that her father had turned Hades into the beast that she now shes before her. Or at least played a very, very big part in it. Were he in his right mind, she would be surprised about how gentle he could be. However, being gentle is the farthest thing from his mind. Hades hadn't put to much force into his attention to her nipple, but it's become really hard to not injure her. He let the sensitive bud go, least he damage it with his teeth. He moved to attend to the other nipple, swirling over it with his tongue. With every passing second his manhood becomes harder and harder. Even if she could thrash her way free, it still wouldn't do her any good. The only way in and out of Hades' personal chamber is to use his shadow portal ability.

Keeping her pinned with his very muscular but very trim frame and a hand, Hades slid his other hand between her thighs, his fingers running over the soft flesh of her inner thigh back towards the junction of her legs. Briefly he touched the soft curls covering her womanhood, before moving down even farther to probe her feminine lips. He brushed upwards, finding her clitoris. Satisfied with his explorations, the crazed god used his free hand to undo his tunic, which falls away to reveal his long, fully erect manhood. Moving so that he completely pin her smaller body, he pushed against her lower lips, which meets the resistance of her maidenhood.
 
Persephone realized that words nor actions could get through this monster who was going to deflower her with less than commendable behavior. She only ever wanted to be first touched in a way that was sweet and beautiful with delicate romance. Perhaps with proper courting she may even have allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of his tongue rolling over the pink of her bosom. A his escaped her lips as his hand drew up her thigh, and though she squeezed her legs together, Hades could effortlessly slip between them.

As his explorations reached the sensitive bud of her lower body she jerked her body away with no were to go, taking in a deep breath of air with surprise from the sharp electric sensations. Persephone could only watch in horror as Hades removed his tunic and pinned her down in a way that she could not even thrash or squirm to free herself. As he pressed his manhood to her sex to deflower her, she whimpered helplessly wishing to be in the arms of her mother.
 
Hades pants as he presses into her womanhood, the tightness of her inner chamber gripping him like only a virgin's inner chamber can. His manhood pulses slightly as he thrusts slowly into her. His head dips, his breathes breaking on her shoulders like waves. It had been a while since Hades had paid much attention to his heart beat, which is usually slower then normal. Now it races, pounding away to move the blood his system needs. As her inner muscles slow gives way, Hades drives deeper a bit faster, bringing his hips against hers.
 
Persephone cried out as he first pushed into her, the pain like nothing she ever felt before. Not that she had been through much pain previously in her life. She could feel the intensity of his breath and the heat of it every time it it splashed onto her skin. Her jaw ached from clenching it so tightly to save her cries, her tears had no end as they continued to fall. The pain in her lower parts had begun to subside as Hades continued to move his hips and a small drop of blood fell onto the bedding.
 
Like the other cries and whimpers that she had uttered the cry from his entry goes unheeded. All that's on Hades mind is the feeling of her young body under him and how she holds him around his manhood. With one final thrust he reached her limit, his blade completely sheathed within her womanhood. He retracts slightly before thrusting back into her, keeping his pace from before. His nostrils flare as he becomes aware of the pressure starting already to building in his groin. As her inner chamber reacts naturallly to being penetrated, Hades withdraws further and further before thrusting back into her, careless of were he comes against her.
 
Persephone's womanhood was becoming slick with her nectar, making it easier for Hades so slip in and out of her, her virgin was still hugging his manhood. She shook her head side to side as he continued to thrust into her, all that invaded her subconscious was no, 'no this can't be happening' 'no, can't let this go on' and 'no control'. She had come to terms with the fact that no matter how much she thrashes and cries she could never break free from the monster or even make him come to his senses. The entire time she had waves of anger, rushing up between moments of self pity. Now the boiling in her blood was strong and through tear blurred eyes she stared up at the man. She felt she would forever hate the man who deflowered her and somehow she would seek her revenge.
 
Hades' sharp nose picked up on her waves of emotion. He dipped his head to the crook of her neck again, reopening the wounds that he had fed from before. This time he doesn't take such greedy gulps, but instead takes time to savor the liquid. His drinking helps to reduce the bruising that had pooled under her skin from her earlier thrashing. The new round of blood only heightens his pleasure, drawing him closer to finishing. While he feeds Hades mostly closes his eyes, until he almost looks half asleep except for the movement of his body. With her natural slickness, he almost comes completely out of her before fully plunging back in. His breaths change as the pressure in his groin increases to the point that he looses it. The lord lifted his head from from her bloody wounds, a cry coming from him as the first wave of his release swept over. Hot jets of his seed spill into her as he continues to thrust into her as he rides the waves of his orgasm.
 
Persephone had given up thrashing when he went for her neck again. The pain was not quite as bad as last time, almost nonexistent. She felt as her blood flowed through her own veins. It was an odd sensation that she felt, similar to when cool air is blowing lightly against her skin, only it sunk deeper. She closed her eyes as he pulled away from her neck only for them to be opened wide by his cry and the coolness of her body to be filled by his hot seed. As Hades rode the waves of his orgasm, his seed spilled onto her inner thighs as it was pushed out by his manhood.
 
After a few more waves the pleasure from Hades release started to fade. Hades pants over her, still breathing a bit heavy. After a few seconds his manhood softens as the blood leaves it. With the cold of his body gone for now and the tension dispelled due to his rough taking of her, the lord of the under world appears much more relaxed, though still not in his normal frame of mind. With a groan Hades pulled out of her inner chamber before moving to unpin her. However Persephone isn't free quite yet. Hades draws her warm body to his, seeking her body heat. His hold isn't as strong as it was before. In a few seconds he's fast asleep with her pinned against him.
 
The coolness that had gone through her body had been quickly replaced by her blood pumping and began filling what had been taken. When the taking of her body was done and he pulled out, Persephone gave a soft sigh, perhaps now she could leave? That didn't seem to be the case as he readjusted and held her in his arms before falling asleep. She looked around the rooms, no doors were there to leave his chambers and windows would have been useless anyway. His arms did not pin her and she could likely break free but what was the point? To walk along the walls and hope eventually a door would appear? Persephone stared at Hades as he slept, he seemed more relaxed, less cruel then he had moments ago and perhaps, lonely? Her own stubbornness suppressed any wave of sympathy she felt. Perhaps if he were to show some tenderness than he wouldn't be so lonely.

Demeter had been waiting for her daughters return for a while now. Persephone had said she would be back soon, of course that girl did have a will of her own and showed up when she felt but never this late. Something twisted within Demeter as she thought something had happened to her. Demeter loved all of her children but Persephone was the one that was always with her in Olympus and to her she was still only a small child. She went out into the night, searching for her child, in her favorite gardens and pastures and even elsewhere but her daughter was no where to be found.
 
Hades sleep for the first time in a long time is peaceful, dark phantom thoughts not bounding across his mind and a source of heat for both his inner and outer body laying beside him. He let out a relieved sigh before snuggling his head into the crook of her neck again. In this state he looks rather like a rare snow leopard that's taking some time to relax.

Conscious comes to the lord of the underworld blissfully slowly a few hours later. He felt content, the blood he had taken earlier still keeping his bones a very comfortable temperature, and well as something else keeping his bed warm as well, not that his multitude of thick feather stuffed blankets and mattress doesn't work well to capture what little body heat that he puts off. Hades lifted his head to yawn and stretch, his joints popping a little with the movement. It's then that his nose picked up the different scents of the room that aren't usually found there. The smell of sex, a few hours old, not enough to become stale and rotten yet. As well as fear and adrenaline... To crown it all off there is the young goddess of spring herself.

Hades felt his stomach flip when she spotted her. It didn't take long for him to figure out what had happened to her, but the rest of it is a blur. The last he remembers, he had caught her sweet scent in the forest. He looked her over, his eyes taking in her beautiful form, but he also looks for the signs of injury. He expects her lower region to be a bit painful by now. Rising he went to put on his discarded tunic while thinks things over. "Come here girl. I'll take you out of here." He would have his servants bathe, dress, and feed her while he ponders his next move. He stood still, making her come to him if she wants out of the bed chamber cavern.
 
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