Hades And Persephone Erotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hades POV She’s like a goddamn siren, the type that lures sailors to their deaths. She’s a goddess, a princess, and her body is so smooth and creamy that my mouth salivates whenever I look at her, and my hands can’t get enough of touching her. My body is aflame, a fever inside of me that refuses to burn out. I taste her, I touch her, I fuck her and still it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I want all of her, and I’m going to have it. Not once has she complained, not once has she protested. Every nerve inside of me is heated, screaming for more. I can't help it, I can't stop myself. She's mine now. I've claimed her, touched every part of her, and taken her innocence. There's no going back fro

Hades behind, lubed with my slick, pressing into my ass. 'Relax, human slut. Take us both.' The stretch burned, but I pushed back, moaning 'Ahh, fuck!' Poseidon in front, hand on my throat, cock down into it. They moved together, a symphony of ruin. Thrusts syncing, filling me completely. 'Our goddess,' Zeus groaned. 'Breed her.' 'Make her swell with divine seed,' Hades hissed. 'Drown in it,' Poseidon grunted. I was shattered, pleasure, pain, moaning garbled around Poseidon's length, body quaking. Another climax built, but as Hades slammed deep, Poseidon gripped tighter, Zeus's hands bruising my hips.

‘As if your conversations with good old Mikey are not cringe-worthy. ‘Of course, they’re not!’ I shouted at her in protest. ‘Keep telling yourself that, honey. Whatever makes you sleep soundly at night.’ “Do you want to play, little fox?” Hades asks as he leans into the curve on my neck, the one on Persephone’s side. “Before we do, we need to address the matter at hand,” Persephone was serious but her voice was seductive. She was a perfect example of what I wanted to become but failed to become.

I stopped hugging myself and instead, I focused my gaze at Hades who appears solemn, his gray eyes unrecognizable beneath his hood, “The humans you are worrying about, well - if they’re for each other then they’ll end up together. You cannot force them to be together just because you are used on seeing them together. Let them work on what you have started with, as all creatures do without cupid’s aid.” “I thought you don’t know anything about love and your expertise is focused solely at death and bringing sorrow to the bereaved?” Hades shakes his head and smiled, “You can’t live with Persephone without picking up a thing or two.” I snorted, trying keep a straight face to stop myself from smi

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Her cry echoed through the room. Sienna leaned down, kissing her as Ezra moved. It was filthy and slow. Deep strokes. Jade writhed beneath them. Then Sienna moved lower, licking between Jade’s breasts, down her stomach, until her mouth joined Ezra’s rhythm. Kisses on her thighs. Light sucks on her clit. Jade shattered. Her orgasm rolled through her like a thunderstorm. Ezra kept going. Sienna moaned like she’d felt it too. When Jade came down, panting, she looked at them both.

Her thighs grew slick with her juices. “Your tits taste so good,” Hayes said, his voice rough, his breath hot on her skin. “My jealous girl, your nipples are hard for me. You want me to own you, don’t you?” “Yes,” Eva moaned, “Mmm, please,” her voice breaking, her hips moving, her pussy begging for him. “Make me yours, only yours.” Hayes stepped back, his lips wet, his eyes burning with want. “Kneel,” he said, his voice thick, unbuckling his belt, the leather sliding free.

The air became thick, unbreathable grim, making her uneasy. Hades wears an over-the-knee long one-shoulder black tunic with leather sandals. His straight black hair shines under Persephone quarter's fake sun, and his step wilts the grass that ignites soon after. He undresses, displaying his bare muscled body and hanging accessories without a single drop of shame before dipping in the hot spring. His corporal temperature brings the water to a boil as he relaxes, spreading his arms along the rocky edge. A slight tap has Persephone drop her dress and join him, sitting on his lap.