“Yes, Minthe?” Hades’s voice was strained, his anger and desire warring for dominance in his mind. Persephone’s hand stroked down his shaft, her thumb rubbing light circles over the crown of his cock. “We…missed you at dinner,” Minthe was saying. All Hades could think was, Why is she still talking? “But I see that you are busy.” Persephone’s hand moved down to the very root. “Very,” he said between his teeth. “I will let the cook know you have been thoroughly sated.” Up to the tip. “Quite,” he gritted out.
