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July 27 - July 29, 2025
He didn’t see the problem. It wasn’t his dick that was injured.
“If this is how I suffocate, I would gladly drown in your heat.”
“And I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t stop wondering—what is she riding if she isn’t on his cock?” “My face, Hermes,” Hades said. “She was riding my face.”
“She thinks you’re hot, you idiot,” said Hermes as he approached. “For someone who gets laid so often, you are really fucking oblivious.”
“It’s for my snacks,” he said.
Hades didn’t even try. He just laughed, a deep sound that made her stomach flutter as she realized how much she had missed it.
“It appears Ares’s birds find you just as annoying as I do,” Hades said.
Hermes slammed his lips together and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re never on my side,” he said.
“You said you wouldn’t leave my side. You swore an oath.” And then she begged, burying her face in the crook of his neck. “Please, I will do anything. Just don’t leave me.”
This was not just another attempt to overthrow the King of the Gods. It had become more than a fight for a single throne. It was a fight for every throne on Olympus, a fight for worship from a population that had been shown the neglect of the gods, and Hades feared that by the time they realized it, it would be too late.
“It does not matter,” she said. “I gave you a command.”
“I did not ask for kindness, my king,” she said. “You promised to fuck me.”
“I can handle you.”
“You do not have to hide from me,” he said. “I want all of you, even your pain.”
It was what he wanted to ask because he’d much rather know that she was thinking about him and how he’d just fucked her utterly and completely mindless. Except that, apparently, he hadn’t. He’d have to try again.
“I want your darkness,” she said. “But I want your secrets too.”
God of Glitter.”
“But I don’t think even you can chase away this darkness.” “I’m not trying to chase it away,” Hades said. “I just want to help you live with it.”
“I will love you through this,” he whispered. “I will love you beyond this.”
Hades smirked. “I am usually inside you when you ask me that.”
“Remember me?” “How could I forget?” she asked. “You are as ugly as your father.”
“I thought…I thought I’d never see you again.”
The real world. What she had sensed was true—the vision she had seen of Hades’s dead body was not real.
Hades manifested before her, and she rose to her feet, flinging her arms around him, a sob escaping her mouth. “I’m here,” he said, and then they vanished.
“I am not giving prophecy, you idiot,” she said. “I am cursing your ass.”
“Is this selfish?” she asked. “Does it feel selfish?” “Yes.” He studied her and touched her cheek. “Then you are not aroused enough,”
battle daddy?”
He swiped Hades’s glass from the table and downed the contents. When he was finished, he slammed it on the table.
“I’ll meet you at the gates,” he said and then let him fall to the floor, dead.
“You did it, darling,” he said. “It is done.”
“I do not have children of my own,” Hecate said. “But you, I consider a daughter.”
