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October 30 - November 2, 2025
I have held men and women and children to me as they bled like you bled. I have had my face sprayed with their blood. I have had them beg for their life—a life I could not extend or heal or gift because I cannot fight their fate. But you—you did not beg for life. You were not even desperate for it. You were at peace.”
“I will take you here,” he said and bent to kiss her. He tasted like salt and whiskey, and he spoke against her mouth. “And then I will take you on the bed and then in the shower and on the beach. I will take you on every surface of this house and every inch of this island.” His hands moved to her hips, and he drew her against him
Hades’s hands moved to her ass, squeezing as she rocked against him, then his fingers slipped inside her
“I want to show you something,” he said. She raised a brow, her lust dwarfing any other thoughts. “Is it your cock?” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, my darling. I’ll give you what you want, but not here.”
His eyes glistened, dark and reverent. “Will you join me?”
One arm stretched up, and the other found purchase beside her head.
“How do you prefer to receive prayer, my lord?” “On your knees,” he said.
Hades gathered her hair into one hand, twining it around his fists until her scalp pricked with pain. “Suck me,” he ordered, and she obeyed.
Hades groaned, his hand tightening in her hair,
When he started to thrust into her mouth, all she could do was receive, a vessel for his pleasure. Both his hands cupped her head, his muscles bulged, his breath ragged.
“Hades—” Her voice came out strangled—a plea he answered by gripping her hips and slamming into her. While he leveraged her against the wall, another hand came to rest upon her neck, his face pressed against her own as he moved.
Hades groaned, offering a feral growl,
he lifted her onto the edge of the balcony, fingers dipping into her
As he sucked on his flesh, she spread her legs wider, inviting him to return.
“Are you worried my mouth will sabotage our engagement?” she asked, raising a brow. Hades grinned,
“Are you going to Council naked, my lord? If so, I insist on watching.”
“I would do anything if it meant protecting you,” he said.
fingers pressing firmly into her ass, bunching her skirt.
“Go away, Apollo,” Hades growled, still working his way down Persephone’s neck to her collarbone.
“No can do, Lord of the Underworld,” Apollo said. “We have an event.”
Hades sighed—which sounded more like a growl—and
Hades stared at her for a moment and then kissed her again—deeply and far longer than appropriate with an audience.
When he vanished, she turned to Apollo. “He really doesn’t like you.” He rolled his eyes.
Artemis’s lips flattened. “You have an insufferable mouth, goddess.” Persephone’s lips curled. “I think that is the only thing you and Hades would agree on.” Artemis rolled her eyes and stalked away. “Ignore her,” said Hermes. “She has a stick up her vagina.” Persephone looked at the god. “It’s ass, Hermes. Stick up her ass.” He shrugged. “They’re close.” She tried not to laugh.
Their display of affection was met with cheers—even from Hermes. “Yes! Get it, Brother!”
Lamia was the daughter of Poseidon and a queen. Her affair with Zeus led to Hera cursing her to lose any child she birthed, and eventually, she went mad, stealing babies from their mothers only to feast upon their flesh. Her story was horrifying, especially given that Lamia had gone from desiring a child above all else to consuming them.
He inhaled between his teeth when he hit the back of her throat, fingers twining into her hair.
“Show me.” It was a dare—and Hades accepted the challenge. His hand tightening on the back of her neck,

