Against the Gods

Gods! She was absolutely beautiful. Hades retreated for a moment just to marvel at the bound goddess. She was struggling desperately against the silky binds, looking around for him. Her efforts, though in vain, gave Hades glimpses of her skin from her delicious thighs to a line of her plump breasts. Her body was slightly glistening with sweat at her efforts. He could smell a faint but familiar musky scent and he grew painful hard. And when he saw her flustered over his naked form, he had to repress the urge to take her.


She looked so tempting, blushing and violent, trying ever so hard to peer down. It gave him power, more so than any sort of physical punishment. Persephone could not deny her body’s response. She was curious and aroused. It was obvious by that mouth-watering aroma that teased his nose as she groaned and cried in the bed. Hades sighed, longingly. She would want him. Oh gods, he would make sure she wanted him just as he wanted her. So much it was painful. And Hades would make sure it would be. He would no longer mess around and let guilt take him. Easier said then done.

Hades grabbed two candles from the candelabrums; one was black and the other violet. He was always drawn to those colors. They were rich and soothing and added something to what would be a dreary life. Silently, he approached Persephone. Her face was twisted in determination and preoccupied manner. For a single moment, Hades wondered what was going through her mind that made her so pensive. Her lovely hands, slender and elegant, were trying to slide from the glossy binds. She had given up on struggle and was simple trying to escape. Well, that would not do.

“What were you planning on doing once you freed yourself,” he asked, whimsically. Her head snapped to his. Her golden-green eyes glared hatefully in his direction.

“Shut up,” she pouted, obvious realizing what he said was true. She could not go anywhere outside that room. If she managed to escape from her binds, he could simply catch her again. And if he had to do that, he would make sure her legs were tied too and her punishment would be even more severe. Hades set the candles down on a nightstand next to the bed and swung his body onto the bed. He straddled Persephone, pinning her legs down with his weight. She was glaring at him, struggling against his weight on her legs. It aroused him even more as she fought and she obvious took note.

His hand fell to her hips as he leaned and gently kissed the exposed flesh of her throat. Ever-so-carefully, Hades kissed and licked her skin to the beginning of the crevices of her breast. Words couldn’t describe how wonderful she tasted underneath the caress of his tongue and mouth. He looked up at his little bride. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were heavily flushed and her breathing was harsh. Hades grinned wickedly to himself. He was affecting her. It was evident. Slowly, he pushed her negligee up above her lovely thighs, exposing her new panties, over her stomach and up bare breasts. Excruciatingly careful, taking his time to marvel at her tantalizing body that would belong to him soon enough.

“St…op,” she stuttered as he lowered his head to her stomach, nipping and licking the warm flesh. Her legs tried to move underneath him, away from him.

“You’re not getting away from me. You need to learn,” He gave her a nipple a little twist as punishment.

Persephone hissed as he rolled his thumb around the pink flesh and kissed the swollen nub before taking it into his mouth and gently biting. He heard Persephone sharp intake and her lips pursed tightly together. Slowly, Hades ran his tongue over her nipple, biting and kissing. He mimicked the torture on the other as her flesh seemed to be made of molten fire under his mouth, tongue and fingers. He was dangerously hard and the only thing that separated him from her hot core was a thin layer of fabric.

But he knew he had to contain himself. It would not be as rewarding to fuck her now. No, he would show her he would wait for her until she needed him and loved him, actually loved him, to ultimately want to sacrifice to him and only him. Yet it would take patience, a lot of patience, and a lot of pain. But…Hades kissed the valley between her breasts and rubbed his exposed erection against the silky panties just very slightly.

“No…stop…get off…get off,” Persephone suddenly cried in terror underneath him. She wiggled and writhed. Her eyes were wide open and dark with fear and despair. Despite his weight, she was trying hard to kick him off. Hades felt hot anger and pain rush through him. She was cringing at his touch again. Much like she had in the tub. Even though she enjoyed it! He assured himself by gently caressing her covered pussy and feeling the dampness against the glossy fabric. She was obviously enjoying it. Why couldn’t she just enjoy it?

Hades took a deep breath, trying to calm and reason with himself. She had lived with no one but women, whose experiences with men were few and far. She also had been also raised by Artemis, whose protection of virginity was deadly. It was only a natural reaction, he reminded himself. Even if it was also out of fear of him, it would be the same for any mortal or god who wanted nothing more to fuck her. That was why she ran away, he remembered. To get away from those damned gods who simply wanted to fuck her.

“Don’t fret, Persephone. I am not going to rape you,” Hades soothed, brushing strands of hair that clung to her cheeks. “Your virtue, at least, is safe. You are more than a fuck, little goddess. I want your heart first, your love. And when you are willing to give me your body, out of love, I will gladly take it.”

“Ha! Love! There is that word again. Always with that love bullshit,” Persephone replied bitterly. “Yeah, fucking, right. Do you think I was going to believe you? Ha! And another thing, what makes you think that I could ever love you, huh? You kidnapped me, tortured me and defiled me! Love such a psychotic and sick god! Ha---yahhhhh!”

Her cruel laugh quickly turned into a shriek of pain as Hades abruptly stood and racked his nails against her sides. Hades couldn’t stand that bitter laugh and those harsh words. He dug his fingers deep into her searing flesh enough to draw blood along her sides. Persephone hissed and her fingers curled tightly together. Enough was enough. It was time for her punishment. Hades grabbed one of the burning candles from the bed stand. He took her pretty, pained face into his hand to make sure she saw him and ever move he made as he carefully let the hot black wax drip onto her tender flesh of her belly.


Read and review please. Can you believe this is my first erotica?