Hades And Persephone Erotica Novels & Stories

Hades lifted her legs onto his shoulders, wanting to maximize her pleasure. He never thought he would ever do such a thing for a woman. But now that he was doing it, he realized she was as sweet as honey. Alanna's eyes twitched as tears pooled at the corner of her eyes. When she reached her climax, her body tensed as even her toes clenched tightly. Hades looked up at her while his lips glistened. After rinsing his mouth, he bent down and kissed her. "Was it good?" he murmured lowly in her ears.

Thank God for these dim lights; nobody can see or notice anything. I continue grinding against her, and she grinds against my crotch. She enjoys the excitement too, rubbing against me and smiling mischievously. This heat between us keeps escalating. I can't hold back any longer; I pull her towards me, turning her to face me, and I kiss her passionately. My hand instinctively moves to her buttocks, squeezing firmly. That naughty girl grabs my penis and starts caressing it over my pants.

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”

—before diving back down, her body twisting between them all like a living embodiment of unbridled lust. By this point, my mouth was dry but my panties were soaked through with the evidence of my growing arousal. I wanted to avert my eyes, to break the spell and flee from this hypnotic filth. But I couldn't. Instead, my feet carried me even closer, the heat from their bodies radiating toward me, their scents wrapping around me like smoke. They noticed, their eyes darting my way mid-thrust but they didn’t stop.

I tried to form coherent words, desperate to get up from his lap, but his hands held me firmly in place, refusing to let go. His hands moved to my butt, and he pressed me harder against his arousal, making me close my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. The earlier restraint I had felt melted away, replaced by a wave of sensations that left me breathless. “I think about you all the time. Do you know why you invade my thoughts, slave? It’s the mate bond. It’s drawing me to mark you, to claim you as mine,” Hades explained, his words punctuated by the way he moved me against his bulge, leaving me a helpless, moaning mess.

She does this a few times, finding that sexy rhythm that has me lifting my hips in time with her strokes, making me forget my earlier request. My head falls back as her sinful mouth and tongue pull me under just as the feeling disappears and I immediately want to be back inside her. I look up to see her standing in front of me, pulling her shorts off before she climbs back into my lap. I wonder why she didn’t take her panties off when she pulls them to the side exposing her slick cunt to me. I resist the urge to push her to her back and put my mouth on her because it seems like she has other plans for us. She hovers just above me, letting my dick ghost through her wet slit gently and a shive

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He stopped in front of me and cupped my chin. “Get on your back on the rug as you spread your legs.” I sank onto the thick rug in front of the fire. The wool was warm against my spine. I spread my thighs wide, exposing everything to him and to the camera. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Look at that pink pretty pussy.” “Do you like it?” I asked, face flushed. “How about I show you if I like it or not.” I swallowed. Hale moved between my legs and ran his hands up my inner thighs, thumbs brushing close to my pussy but never quite touching. He reached for the small bottle of lubricant and poured it on my pussy.

"What the fuck are you doing you perverted fucker?! Get off me!" I try to shove him off, but he wouldn't even budge. Instead, he presses his face deeper into my breasts, his teeth grazing my breast pad. Then, he takes a big sniff and looks up at me. "Fucking you would mean sticking my cock into your tight coño. Tasting you would mean sticking my tongue into your sweet coño. They're not the same thing." Then he drags his tongue from my breast line to the base of my neck. I stiffen, unable to even draw a breath, resisting the urge to pluck his eyes out with my nails, knowing he would most probably kill me before I touch him. Then, he bursts into a fit of hard laughter, doubling over.

“Open that pretty mouth.” I do, I part my lips, and he doesn’t waste a second. One hand at the back of my head, he guides himself in, filling me slowly, inch by inch, until the head presses against the back of my throat. I gag a little, tears pricking my eyes, but I don’t pull away. I want this so much, I need this. He groans, hips flexing, his control thinning. “Fuck, Harper. Your mouth takes me so well.”