Persephone, the goddess of death and spring, lay reclined on a plush chaise in the lavish chambers of Hades, deep within the Underworld. The dim light cast a soft glow on her bronzed skin, making her appear otherworldly and ethereal. Hades, the god of the dead and her husband, stood between her parted legs, his black hair contrasting sharply with the paleness of his complexion.
Hades' fingers worked their magic on Persephone's clit, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her. His mouth found one of her tits, his tongue swirling around her nipple. Persephone moaned, her body writhing beneath his touch.
"You know, my love," Hades said, looking up at her with a playful smirk. "I should have gotten you pregnant eons ago."
Persephone's eyes narrowed, a playful insult on the tip of her tongue. "And I should have married someone who doesn't take centuries to make a decision."
Hades chuckled, his fingers never stopping their movement. "But then we wouldn't have these beautiful twins growing inside of you now."
Persephone's face softened, her hand reaching down to rest on her swollen belly. "True," she conceded. "But I still could have done without the extra centuries of waiting."
Hades' fingers quickened, his mouth returning to Persephone's tit. She moaned, her body tensing as she felt herself nearing the edge.
"You always were impatient," Hades said, his breath warm against Persephone's skin.
Persephone's only response was a gasp as she reached her peak, her body trembling with pleasure.
Hades continued to lavish Persephone with attention, his fingers and mouth working in tandem to bring her to new heights of pleasure. Persephone's body was a quivering mess, her mind a haze of pleasure and desire. She reached down, her hand finding Hades' hard cock.
"And you were always too slow," she said, her voice husky with desire.
Hades' only response was a groan as Persephone began to stroke him. Their love-making was only just beginning, and Persephone was more than ready to take control.
"I want you inside of me," she said, her voice commanding.
Hades didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself between Persephone's legs, his cock poised at her entrance.
"Say it," Persephone commanded. "Beg me for it."
Hades' eyes darkened with desire. "Please, my goddess," he said, his voice strained. "Let me inside of you."
Persephone's only response was a wicked smile as she pulled Hades closer, his cock entering her wet and waiting pussy. She moaned as he filled her, her body adjusting to his size.
"Fuck me," she said, her voice a low growl.
Hades didn't hesitate, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he thrust into Persephone. She met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in time with his.
Their love-making was intense, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together. Persephone's fingers found Hades' ass, pulling him deeper into her.
"Harder," she said, her voice a pant.
Hades complied, his hips moving faster as he pounded into Persephone. She moaned, her body trembling as she felt herself nearing the edge again.
"Don't stop," she said, her voice a desperate plea.
Hades didn't plan on it. He continued to thrust into Persephone, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
Persephone's orgasm hit her like a wave, her body trembling as she cried out in pleasure. Hades followed shortly after, his own release taking him by surprise.
They lay together, their bodies spent and sated. Persephone's head rested on Hades' chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
"You were always too slow," she said, a teasing note in her voice.
Hades chuckled, his arms wrapped around Persephone. "But I always made it worth the wait."
Persephone couldn't argue with that. She closed her eyes, a content smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep in the arms of her husband.
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