My apologies to Greco-Roman scholars, first of all. This is a story of Persephone and Hades. In this story, they do not meet until modern times because Demeter took Persephone away from Olympus shortly after her daughter was born. To avoid incest issues, Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades are brothers and sons of Cronus and Rhea. Hera, Hestia, and Demeter are sisters and daughters of Helios. That way, Persephone and Hades are not related. If you are looking for an incest story, this is not it. I did take some liberties with their mythos to allow for things to work in the narrative. Yes, there will be BDSM elements in future chapters; for the purpose of this chapter, I left it in the BDSM category because of a scene that appears shortly.
Enjoy!
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Several miles above the Earth and above the heavens, on a luxurious silver silk draped bed-albeit now quite rumpled, lay one of the most famous couples of all time. Their skin bronzed in the firelight, they both gave the appearance of a couple long together and aged appropriately.
To outsiders, the man appeared to be fit, fiftyish, with a neatly trimmed beard of mostly gray with a few flecks of pepper to keep things interesting. His wife of millennia reared back over him, a smile of triumph on her burgundy-slicked lips. Her breasts that had nursed two sons and one of her husband's by-blows held the admitted manwhore king of the gods transfixed.
With a smirk, she curled her burgundy-tipped fingers, nearly the same hue as Dionysus's most prized wine, beneath her breasts, plumping them, offering them to her husband as she felt his engorged cock harden beneath her dripping cunt. Moaning, she plucked her nipples, strumming them as her husband, the voyeur, observed, his attention rapt.
"So, you see," Hera, queen of the gods, murmured, "all I want is to meet my niece, our niece. It is time that she and Demeter return so that Persephone can meet and marry a god, so that they can again take their place on Olympus." Sliding higher to her knees and removing her hand from her breast, which now bobbed and swayed for his perusal, she curled that same hand tight around his cock as her husband enjoyed most.
"Besides," she offered, "shouldn't everyone be as happy in matrimonial bliss as we are?" With each word, she slid back until the "are" was breathed millimeters away from his throbbing, veiny dick. Her hazel eyes taunted him for long seconds before her lips parted, her tongue sweeping out to taste the salty sweetness of his cock's head.
With a shiver, Zeus nodded, sliding his fingers through her ebony waves, to pull her mouth down over his cock, where her throat began to deepthroat his dick.
Slurps and gagging noises heard usually in porn filled the room. The sensual visual feast Hera's blowjob presented Zeus almost made him lose control. As much as he loved the variety of other women and, frankly, the chase, his wife's vibrancy and inventiveness in the bedroom always made him return home to be satisfied anew.
Her bare breasts cradled his balls, cushioning them as her tongue and lips and yes, even her grazing teeth, expertly guided him to orgasm.
Sure, he was going to grant her request. Why wouldn't he? If Hera was distracted by preparing her niece for marriage and then for re-joining the Pantheon, Zeus could then go sample other mouths, other pussies, other asses-possibly even enjoy a romp or two with his sister-in-law Demeter again.
Thoughts of the more free-spirited sister merged with his wife's mouth doing just that-oh, she remembered to lick him just there-and he spurted copious streams of salty cum on her tongue, coating her taste buds that she swallowed as if it was the sweetest nectar.
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Back on Earth, in his mansion, their son Hephaestus tested out his most recent creation on his erstwhile wife. Long used to Aphrodite's encounters with others: man, woman, mortal, immortal, Hephaestus turned a blind eye to what he considered inevitable.
A god married to the literal goddess of love, sex, and beauty had to expect such things, the rational blacksmith figured. After that messy encounter where he punished his wife and his brother Ares for fucking behind his back, he learned a few things.
First, he had sadistic tendencies. The sight of his wife in the bondage the net provided, of her being immobile, at his mercy, stirred up cravings and desires he had never known he had. Second, he could not control who and when she fucked. He might as well not even try. Third, he saw the telltale wetness that revealed Aphrodite's arousal from her predicament, a result of being in her husband's thrall (and not from Hades's cock).
Hephaestus had long thought himself asexual as his uncle Hades was thought to be. To know that he could become aroused by punishing his wife, by keeping her restrained while he used her, tortured her even, made his dark heart warm slightly and his cock go rigid. Before this, his releases into her amounted to more of a perfunctory fuck to keep the juices flowing and himself from being distracted away from his work, than a true sensual experience.
To know that he could give his wife something no one else could (because her other sexual partners were too enraptured by her beauty to take control), kept him in a state of constant arousal whenever she visited him.
Just now, he had thin, wrought gold coils encircling the tender skin of his wife's slender wrists and ankles. Reaching for the stiff quill pen feather that drove his wife particularly wild with lust, he observed the tableau she presented.
Sheets of a soft seafoam green, rather reminiscent of the Botticelli painting, framed her lush form on the bed. Softly sensuous reddish-gold hair that spilled over the pillow, with eye-stopping curves-both tits and ass-that moved enticingly as she squirmed to test the bonds that held her securely at his mercy, her mutinous blue eyes glared up at him while her lips held none of their usual, sexual smirk. Key among his accomplishments when he punished her was his ability to send her straight to disgruntled befuddlement and then to extreme pleasure.
"So tell me, Wife," his gravelly voice made excitement skitter down her nerves, "why am I punishing you today?"
Aphrodite struggled to gain the upper hand although bound spread-eagle to the bed pretty much rendered that impossible. "I fucked Ares right here in this bed."
"Did you orgasm?"
She smirked. "Yes."
Probing fingers, roughened deliciously from his work at the forge, spread the tender, drenched folds of her pussy. One lingering caress to her clit that made her gasp with pleasure was replaced instantly with the maddening stroking of the feather's tip on that most sensitive spot. Her tender thigh muscles contracted as she involuntarily strove to close her legs to the torment.
"How many times?" Hephaestus's hairy chest transfixed Aphrodite; between that and his torment of her clit, she could barely think to squeak out an answer. The muscles built from centuries of working metal made her cunt gush with molten need, every time. Especially when she was bound and could not touch them.
Striving to refocus his attention on her breasts, breasts that no one, man or woman, could ignore, she wiggled her shoulders slightly. Hephaestus's gaze merely remained locked with hers, calmly waiting for her answer. "Once," she intoned quietly.
"Only once? Why?"
She stared at him mutely. He kept slowly stroking her clit with that evil feather. Because of that, she could not think, could not form a response other than the truth. "Because he wouldn't tie me up and fuck me."
Fingers scarred from demonically hot fires ripped open his pants to reveal an erection that made Ares's seem puny in size. Her cunt watered still more in anticipation of its girthy length.
Rough growling whispers chided her, "I should make a chastity belt to keep you here, to drive you wild with need and want, the cold metal against your dripping hot gash, keeping you ready and wanton with need for me. Cum, slut," he ordered, almost indifferently. Her pussy convulsed around his cock as it plundered her depths. Mewling cries that she never loosed for anyone except he cheered his thrusts on.
His hands grasped the overflowing handsful of her breasts and squeezed hard enough to bruise, watching her eyes grow bright with a masochist's wild desire. The pads of his fingers rasped over budded nipples, sparkling with the nipple rings that he had created for her. Incoherent whimpers leading to a crescendo escaped her throat. As his cock began to paint her womb with his orgasm, he slid his new devious device into her ass-a vibrating pewter butt plug to keep her aroused until they met again.
******** Coals in the fireplace, long forgotten to be stoked, glowed sullenly, barely illuminating the black-clad form slouching in the monstrously huge chair.
Hades was immune to the cold. He was immune to most things: humor, happiness, pleas of the tormented, disease, cold, and death. Lust, however much his friends and family thought, he was not immune to.
The king of the Underworld sipped a bit of the bitter red wine that Dionysus had supplied. At his feet, Cerberus slept, each head lightly snoring.
Suddenly, Cerb sat up at attention, all three heads growling at something behind Hades. Only one entity ever entered his private sanctum and library.
"What is it, Hermes?" As usual, Hades preferred his solitude to the intrusion of the gods, particularly his brothers.
The messenger with his winged sandals flashed his easy grin, the one that spoke volumes to Hades about his intent. "Zeus and Hera have a request."
"What kind of request?" Hades, with the world-weary tiredness of centuries, rubbed his face with its blackening jawline. No matter how he shaved-or attempted to grow his beard-he was stuck with a five o'clock shadow. Eyes and a face that revealed him to be only in his early forties at the oldest stared coldly up at Hermes's laughing blue gaze.
"They need you to convince Demeter to return with Persephone. It is long past time for Persephone to find a partner and marry. And Demeter needs to return to her rightful place on Olympus," the messenger relayed.
Hades's rough, humorless laugh escaped thinned lips. "Let me see if I understand correctly. My brother and his wife want me to convince Demeter who hates their guts to return with her daughter to their den of iniquity? Shouldn't you be doing that?"
"Not me. I might have tried to get Persephone drunk with some of Dionysus's best red. And I might have tried to seduce her. Aphrodite suggested it! It's all her fault!" Hermes explained when Hades slid an askance glance at him.
The stare that could bore through to the souls of the damned barely fazed Hermes. Cerberus, however... "Ugh, get your hellhound away from me!" Cerberus's heads snuffled at the god, licking their lips in mouths that watered for a bite of the immortal.
