Against the Gods
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
14,570
Reviews:
77
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
One Week
A/N: They will be going to the Underworld soon.
Daphne paced her room restlessly. It had been three days since Persephone disappeared and Daphne was getting frantic. She did what any mortal would and filled out police reports and did everything in her limited power to find the young goddess. She had simply just vanished into thin air and Daphne knew it was her fault. She should not have left Persephone alone. Her raging libido came last when it came to Persephone. And once Demeter found out, all hell would break loose. No one had seen her since the night they went to the movies. There was no trace of her. Daphne screamed and yanked her hair in frustration. She was going to be killed by Demeter.
It was not what she should be worrying about however. It was Persephone. These mortals were sick and twisted and took joy out of killing their own kind. Especially young girls and Persephone was a fine specimen of a young girl. Of course, she could not die. It would be a superficial death of her mortal form but there was so much more. Gods would never feel the pain of death and so they were not built for such a change. They were built to withstand life but never grasped death. Those few gods who had experience death never were the same. What if that happened to Persephone? What if she experienced that and never was the same? Demeter would kill her, Daphne’s thoughts falling back to her own punishment. She had to find Persephone before Demeter found out.
“Why did you contact me?” Daphne turned around quickly as Artemis, clothed in red-brown leather, appeared behind her in pure form. Her short black hair fell in her tanned, impatient face. Daphne bit her lower lip and shuffled her feet. She needed help. She could not tell her Demeter quite yet. Yet she knew she could not find Persephone by herself. Artemis tapped her foot; her sinewy arms crossed her developed chest. “Well?”
“It is about Persephone.”
“What about her?”
“She is missing?”
“What? Can you repeat that?” Artemis voice was going soft. That was not a very good sign. Daphne backed up a bit.
“She has been missing for three days. The last time I saw her, she was talking with some mortal and I was…”
“You were what?”
“I was with another mortal. And Persephone never came home. I cannot fin her or contact her.”
“So Demeter’s only daughter has gone missing because you were busy fucking some mortal, am I correct.”
“Yes.” Artemis exhaled very, very slowly. Her eyes closed for a moment as she rubbed her head. Daphne could only imagine what she was thinking. She looked down at her feet like a child waiting to be scolded.
“Have you told Demeter?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Why not,” she asked, looking at Daphne crossly.
“I can’t”
“Why not?” Daphne broke. She could not take it any more. She fell down to Artemis’s booted feet and sobbed. She absolutely could not tell her mistress that her negligence caused her daughter to disappear. That she cared more about fucking than making sure Persephone was okay. How could she betray her mistress like that? How could she stand in front of her and tell her that? Artemis obviously did not want to hear her sob story as she kicked the tiny nymph away from her. She bowed down to her level, the quiver of arrows falling over her shoulder.
“I am giving you a week to find her. A week and I will keep shut. Yet do not think you will go unpunished for this. And if you cannot find her within the week, I am telling Demeter. Then whatever punishment befalls you now will be nothing to her wrath. Understood, Daphne?”
“Ye…ye…yes.”
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“There you go. Easy does it,” Hades commanded as Arista stepped into the warm bath. For the last three days, Hades had been diligent in nursing her back to health. He wanted her to feel what it was like to be catered to before he continued his torture. Though it seemed rather useless. She was so heavily medicated that she was vaguely aware of her surroundings. Slowly, Hades relaxed Arista into the tub. Gods, she was a sight to behold! He had seen many women naked and they were beautiful. But none of them compared to the exquisiteness and splendor of Arista.
Underneath those baggy clothes, her body was a temple. She was curvy but not voluptuous like most women he found himself attracted to. Her breasts were plump and perky but not oversized. She was not tone in her mid-section but had a tiny bump and her hips flared to add to her delectable curves. Her back and shoulders were crossed with great slashes, which would most likely scar but it just furthered how beautiful she was. He loved her. Every inch of her, ever imperfection. It was painful to feel such tenderness for one being.
“How does that feel?” He took a wet cloth and caressed her beaten back. She moaned in reply and her head fell forward. Hades smiled and dipped the cloth into the water before continuing to massage her back. When she winced when the cloth scrapped against her wounds, he found himself wincing as well. His love for her but his lust for pain and need for submission conflicted and clashed that it kept him up at night. He felt guilty over the pain but he felt pleasure hearing her screams. He wanted to stop and just love her but he needed to continue. It was going to be hell.
“Uncle,” Arista murmured. Hades scowled to himself, running the material over her shoulders. She had been referring to him as ‘uncle’ for the last few hours. It was beginning to worry him on how much the drugs had taken affect on her. “I am sleepy.”
“I know but you need a bath.”
“Okay, uncle.” She stared out in front of her with a faint smiled on her lips. Another thing had been troubling him for the last few nights was her mortality. She could not enter the Underworld as a living mortal. Arista would have to be dead or immortal to live within the Underworld. Hades was torn between making her immortal and allowing her to die. If she would die, she would die painfully. He planned on carrying out his plan exactly. He needed her to want him! Yet what affect would her death have on him? On her? Death changed mortals. It had a numbing affect and if they died young and painfully, sometimes that fury created demons. Yet if he made her immortal, he would be going against his brother, Zeus. Hades knew he had time to make a decision. Yet now, he was just going relish in this peaceful moment.
He washed her hair as carefully as he could. The scent of soap clung to her and it filled his senses with the flowery perfume. The water was becoming copper with dry blood. He did not want to cause her pain and withheld a bath for her until her wounds were better. His hands slipped underneath the water as he rubbed her long legs. He began with her feet, rubbing away the dirt that had collected. She was watching him with unfocused eyes and giggled when he rubbed her feet. Hades smiled at her and ran the cloth over one leg then the other.
“Does that feel nice, Arista?”
“Uh-huh.” Hades dropped the washcloth in the water and allowed his hand to touch her bare thigh. Her skin was soft under his fingers.
“Does that feel nice?” Arista’s eyes closed and she nodded while licking her lips. Hades smiled and leaned closer to her. His hands traveled up her thigh and his fingers brushed against her shaved pussy. She took in a sharp breath and her breathing quickened. Hades grinned and pushed through the wet fold with his finger. She was really, really tight. Hades held his breath while he inched his finger deeper into her and then pulled it out as slowly. Arista moaned and opened her legs for him. He brushed her hair away from her flushed face and slowly moved his finger in and out.
“Stop,” she murmured. Her hand was immediately in the water and stopped his movement. She was shaking her head and breathing hard. “Don’t.”
“Are you sure?” Hades ran his thumb over her clit causing her to shift and moan. He leaned in closer, hovering over her and pressed his lips over hers. His jeans felt tight around him. Her hand tightened on his and she pushed him away with the other.
“Yes. Don’t.” Hades removed his hand from between her legs and grabbed the cloth angrily. Arista closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Hades resumed cleaning her without any other delays. He felt a warm feeling bubbling inside his stomach.. What a perfect moment ruined! She was obviously enjoying his touch but she stopped him. He would have given her a very great pleasure but she did not want it. Why not, he wondered. After the pain he gave her, the pleasure would be welcoming relief. Why had she stopped him? He did not get it and it made him very frustrated. After her bath, he clothed her and set her back in his bed before going to work out his frustration.
Daphne paced her room restlessly. It had been three days since Persephone disappeared and Daphne was getting frantic. She did what any mortal would and filled out police reports and did everything in her limited power to find the young goddess. She had simply just vanished into thin air and Daphne knew it was her fault. She should not have left Persephone alone. Her raging libido came last when it came to Persephone. And once Demeter found out, all hell would break loose. No one had seen her since the night they went to the movies. There was no trace of her. Daphne screamed and yanked her hair in frustration. She was going to be killed by Demeter.
It was not what she should be worrying about however. It was Persephone. These mortals were sick and twisted and took joy out of killing their own kind. Especially young girls and Persephone was a fine specimen of a young girl. Of course, she could not die. It would be a superficial death of her mortal form but there was so much more. Gods would never feel the pain of death and so they were not built for such a change. They were built to withstand life but never grasped death. Those few gods who had experience death never were the same. What if that happened to Persephone? What if she experienced that and never was the same? Demeter would kill her, Daphne’s thoughts falling back to her own punishment. She had to find Persephone before Demeter found out.
“Why did you contact me?” Daphne turned around quickly as Artemis, clothed in red-brown leather, appeared behind her in pure form. Her short black hair fell in her tanned, impatient face. Daphne bit her lower lip and shuffled her feet. She needed help. She could not tell her Demeter quite yet. Yet she knew she could not find Persephone by herself. Artemis tapped her foot; her sinewy arms crossed her developed chest. “Well?”
“It is about Persephone.”
“What about her?”
“She is missing?”
“What? Can you repeat that?” Artemis voice was going soft. That was not a very good sign. Daphne backed up a bit.
“She has been missing for three days. The last time I saw her, she was talking with some mortal and I was…”
“You were what?”
“I was with another mortal. And Persephone never came home. I cannot fin her or contact her.”
“So Demeter’s only daughter has gone missing because you were busy fucking some mortal, am I correct.”
“Yes.” Artemis exhaled very, very slowly. Her eyes closed for a moment as she rubbed her head. Daphne could only imagine what she was thinking. She looked down at her feet like a child waiting to be scolded.
“Have you told Demeter?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Why not,” she asked, looking at Daphne crossly.
“I can’t”
“Why not?” Daphne broke. She could not take it any more. She fell down to Artemis’s booted feet and sobbed. She absolutely could not tell her mistress that her negligence caused her daughter to disappear. That she cared more about fucking than making sure Persephone was okay. How could she betray her mistress like that? How could she stand in front of her and tell her that? Artemis obviously did not want to hear her sob story as she kicked the tiny nymph away from her. She bowed down to her level, the quiver of arrows falling over her shoulder.
“I am giving you a week to find her. A week and I will keep shut. Yet do not think you will go unpunished for this. And if you cannot find her within the week, I am telling Demeter. Then whatever punishment befalls you now will be nothing to her wrath. Understood, Daphne?”
“Ye…ye…yes.”
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“There you go. Easy does it,” Hades commanded as Arista stepped into the warm bath. For the last three days, Hades had been diligent in nursing her back to health. He wanted her to feel what it was like to be catered to before he continued his torture. Though it seemed rather useless. She was so heavily medicated that she was vaguely aware of her surroundings. Slowly, Hades relaxed Arista into the tub. Gods, she was a sight to behold! He had seen many women naked and they were beautiful. But none of them compared to the exquisiteness and splendor of Arista.
Underneath those baggy clothes, her body was a temple. She was curvy but not voluptuous like most women he found himself attracted to. Her breasts were plump and perky but not oversized. She was not tone in her mid-section but had a tiny bump and her hips flared to add to her delectable curves. Her back and shoulders were crossed with great slashes, which would most likely scar but it just furthered how beautiful she was. He loved her. Every inch of her, ever imperfection. It was painful to feel such tenderness for one being.
“How does that feel?” He took a wet cloth and caressed her beaten back. She moaned in reply and her head fell forward. Hades smiled and dipped the cloth into the water before continuing to massage her back. When she winced when the cloth scrapped against her wounds, he found himself wincing as well. His love for her but his lust for pain and need for submission conflicted and clashed that it kept him up at night. He felt guilty over the pain but he felt pleasure hearing her screams. He wanted to stop and just love her but he needed to continue. It was going to be hell.
“Uncle,” Arista murmured. Hades scowled to himself, running the material over her shoulders. She had been referring to him as ‘uncle’ for the last few hours. It was beginning to worry him on how much the drugs had taken affect on her. “I am sleepy.”
“I know but you need a bath.”
“Okay, uncle.” She stared out in front of her with a faint smiled on her lips. Another thing had been troubling him for the last few nights was her mortality. She could not enter the Underworld as a living mortal. Arista would have to be dead or immortal to live within the Underworld. Hades was torn between making her immortal and allowing her to die. If she would die, she would die painfully. He planned on carrying out his plan exactly. He needed her to want him! Yet what affect would her death have on him? On her? Death changed mortals. It had a numbing affect and if they died young and painfully, sometimes that fury created demons. Yet if he made her immortal, he would be going against his brother, Zeus. Hades knew he had time to make a decision. Yet now, he was just going relish in this peaceful moment.
He washed her hair as carefully as he could. The scent of soap clung to her and it filled his senses with the flowery perfume. The water was becoming copper with dry blood. He did not want to cause her pain and withheld a bath for her until her wounds were better. His hands slipped underneath the water as he rubbed her long legs. He began with her feet, rubbing away the dirt that had collected. She was watching him with unfocused eyes and giggled when he rubbed her feet. Hades smiled at her and ran the cloth over one leg then the other.
“Does that feel nice, Arista?”
“Uh-huh.” Hades dropped the washcloth in the water and allowed his hand to touch her bare thigh. Her skin was soft under his fingers.
“Does that feel nice?” Arista’s eyes closed and she nodded while licking her lips. Hades smiled and leaned closer to her. His hands traveled up her thigh and his fingers brushed against her shaved pussy. She took in a sharp breath and her breathing quickened. Hades grinned and pushed through the wet fold with his finger. She was really, really tight. Hades held his breath while he inched his finger deeper into her and then pulled it out as slowly. Arista moaned and opened her legs for him. He brushed her hair away from her flushed face and slowly moved his finger in and out.
“Stop,” she murmured. Her hand was immediately in the water and stopped his movement. She was shaking her head and breathing hard. “Don’t.”
“Are you sure?” Hades ran his thumb over her clit causing her to shift and moan. He leaned in closer, hovering over her and pressed his lips over hers. His jeans felt tight around him. Her hand tightened on his and she pushed him away with the other.
“Yes. Don’t.” Hades removed his hand from between her legs and grabbed the cloth angrily. Arista closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Hades resumed cleaning her without any other delays. He felt a warm feeling bubbling inside his stomach.. What a perfect moment ruined! She was obviously enjoying his touch but she stopped him. He would have given her a very great pleasure but she did not want it. Why not, he wondered. After the pain he gave her, the pleasure would be welcoming relief. Why had she stopped him? He did not get it and it made him very frustrated. After her bath, he clothed her and set her back in his bed before going to work out his frustration.