Her Forever

Hades’ POV

I let her down the hallway, and I could feel her excitement through the bond. We haven’t even done many things on the physical side, and I was about to rectify that. Just knowing she was wet and naked under my cloak made me painfully hard as she continued to squeeze my hand as we walked.

“What is it?” Her excitement couldn’t handle the surprise as she jumped in front of me. The cloak fell down part of her shoulder, and she didn’t even try to cover it back up. Her pale skin against the red string that barely held her breasts in her suit was going to drive me mad.

“Fates,” I swore under my breath as I pulled her to me and just transported us to our room.

“I’ll never get used to that. You gotta warn me! I get all dizzy.” The cloak dropped to the floor, and I was able to drink her body in. Her suit was slowly creeping up her a*s, giving me that perfect view of that crease under her rear that drove me to the brink of insanity.

Parisa started to wander around the room, looking behind curtains and under the bed. With each movement she made, it took all the strength in my body not to put my hands on her. Her body moved with much fluidity and grace. The shy, battered woman I had found in the club was comfortable in her skin, and her personality began to shine. I didn’t just want her body; I wanted the connection. I wanted our souls to be a part of each other, so badly I couldn’t stand it.

“I don’t see anything different…” she wondered aloud. Stalking towards her, her thoughts were clearly not on me, but that was about to change. I could feel my eyes darken as her eyes were everywhere but me; I was getting jealous of the entire room. I wanted her undivided attention.

Letting out a growl of disapproval, her body snapped back to face me. Her hair was the only thing still wet on her, her suit mainly had dried, but the water droplets from her hair skimmed down her chest.

“Hades,” she spoke breathlessly. In an instant, I had snapped my shirt off my body as I pulled her in by her waist. Lowering my nose to the side of her neck tickled her in that one spot under her ear. Chills erupted across her skin, her breathing became slower as she held in a whimper. Parisa’s hands went straight to my chest as her fingertips lovingly caressed my chest muscles.

“I am going to give you a surprise,” I brushed her hair from her neck to her back. I was going to give her pleasure she had never experienced. My lips traced hers; she leaned in closer, wanting to massage mine. I felt the heat coming from her body, her arousal was no question, but the fear was still there.

This is uncharted territory. I had to play this right. Unfortunately, I was no stranger to the opposite gender, but I could give her one thing my tongue had never touched on any other woman. The soft, tight cavern of her p***y. I will dive in and savor her flavor and feel her spasm against me.

While my hand reached around her back, I untied her top. It dropped to the floor effortlessly as she gripped hold of my shoulders. Chuckling, I led her to the bed until her knees felt the back of the mattress. Making sure not to let her fall, I eased her down, and we both crawled to the middle. The movement of her breasts made me g***n, and I swear they had gotten more prominent in just a few days. My d**k rubbed my jeans harshly; the pain of the material was too much. I willed them off, leaving me just in my black boxer briefs.

Her breath shook as she looked down my torso. I was no stranger to the gym, and it was a good thing because her arousal just filled the entire room. Parisa wanted me, and that was enough to give me the fuel to light up her world.

Hearing footsteps nearing the bedroom door, I closed my eyes to put a barrier around the room. Not this time fuckers. Hearing struggling by the door and a few apparent curses, I continued my seduction on my mate.

Parisa gasps as I start kissing her n*****s; they felt cool against my tongue as I warmed them with my mouth. Her hands ran through my hair, and my d**k immediately rubbed against her leg. It was involuntary; my h**s wanted the movement, and damn, it felt good.

“Hades,” she breathed again as my other hand that was kneading her breast traveled down to pull on the tiny sting holding her bikini together. Her hand movements stopped in my hair, and she held a breath.

“I’ll go slow, my beautiful flower; don’t be afraid.” Parisa’s body was still tense, but the l**t flowed through the bond. The hesitant worry was there, but once my eyes glanced into hers, she melted back into me and nodded her head. Kissing her, trailing down to the small of her waist, to her belly button, and to her h**s, she began to squirm.

The itch, the pull, the burn and tingle she was feeling was indeed driving her crazy. Fates, she has never felt this before, and the excitement rolling in my body told me I hadn’t felt true pleasure until now. Glancing down at her shaven p***y I hummed in appreciation. Smooth skin found my face as I rubbed and bathed myself in her scent. It was overpowering to me, and it was the sweetest scent I ever could describe. It called to me, it called for me to sink myself into her.

Placing open-mouth k****s to her inner thighs, I sucked them lightly, leaving tiny love bites along the way. My hands moved under the mattress and grabbed her a*s while my tongue was ready to feast on thanksgiving dinner. Finally, parting her lower lips with my tongue, an instant growl in my chest, Parisa was insanely wet. My tongue slid into her with ease tasting the honey of her body.

“Oh!” Parisa m****d as she moved her h**s. Grabbing her h**s for her to hold still, she put her fingers into my dark hair and started pulling me closer. Gladly I rubbed my tongue over her bundle of nerves, and Parisa let out a squeal. “What is that?” she breathed. I swear I was going to lose my hair how tight it was, but it turned me on all the more.

Taking my rough tongue, I continued to flick, pull, tug and massage her clit as her little m***s filled the room. Her high continued until she shattered around me and her c*m filled my mouth; her essence filed me, and I wanted more, but I continued to promise myself to take this slow. I was going to save her like a fine wine or scotch, spread out her pleasure.

My c**k did not want to agree with me.

Parisa was panting as she let go of my hair, her cheeks tainted pink from her release. “Oh, my gosh,” she continued to whisper, not looking me directly in the eye. I chuckled darkly as I continued to trail up her torso and k**s each breast lightly.

“Look at me, Parisa.” Parisa covered her face and shook her head no while I put my hand around one wrist. “It isn’t anything to be embarrassed about. I enjoyed your noises. Feel how much I liked them.” Parsia let me take one of her hands as she looked with one eye. I had her bare hand trail down my torso until she felt my raging e******n.

“Oh,” she spoke a little loudly while I kissed her cheek. Trailing k****s to her mouth, I let my hand go, only to have her grip me tighter. f**k, now she was intrigued. Parisa moved from the tip of my length down to the base, and just through my damn boxer briefs, I thought I would c*m right there.

“Parisa,” I leaned my head back while gripping her breasts with one hand. She was biting her bottom l*p as she continued to explore the first and last body of a man. She traced it with her finger on the outside; she massaged my balls with the other hand, all while still covered through my painfully thick boxer briefs.

“Is this right?” she purred into my neck, leaving butterfly k****s.

“Yes,” I rasped, feeling my Adam’s apple bob. She took her mouth and kissed it as I began to swallow. “Oh, Parisa.” Parisa stopped tugging on my c**k as her fingers trailed around the top of my briefs. My body wanted the contact again, and thank the fates she had the decency to wiggle her fingers into that unbearable piece of clothing. Parisa’s tiny hand wrapped around the middle, not even able to make it around its circumference. “Yesss, that,” I whispered as she began to pump me up and down. The precum was almost as much as me getting my release. The heat of her hand, her curious look as she watched her hand bob up and down in the clothing made my body tense. Her touch was driving me mad.

Stopping, she pulled down my briefs to get a better grip, and she gasped. It was the same face she had when she saw the demons that lost Nero. Grabbing her hand, I brought it to my face and kissed her palm. “I would never hurt you,” I kissed it again. “I will never do anything you are uncomfortable with. We can stop if you want.” Parisa contemplated my question glancing back from c**k to my face, and she gave a bright, blushed smiled.

“Maybe not all the way right now,” I nodded and tangled my fingers in her hair as I kissed her, laying her back on the bed. My c**k brushed her p***y as I lay on top of her. f*****g heaven, it was f*****g heaven as I moved it across her wet core. I growled and got off of her; if I kept doing that, I’d go back on my word and f**k her world up.

Breathing heavy, worried I had scared her, she kissed my neck and down my chest. Parisa’s kissed either side of my h**s and looked directly at my c**k. I wasn’t small by any means; I was a damn god; of course, I would be more significant than any human. The sexiest part of all, her scared face became one of l**t as a drop of c*m pearled at the surface.

Licking her lips I held back a stifled g***n as she licked the tip.

For. The. Love. Of. Rhea. “My flower, you don’t have-“

Parisa sucked the tip with her mouth while holding the base and threw my head back. She bobbed up and down a few times and looked up at me with those big doe eyes. “Like this?” she stopped, seeking approval.

“Kronos, yes,” I struggled to not force her head back on my c**k. Her head bobbed again; in no way did I want to push her any lower, but damn she did it on her own. She went lower and lower until she gagged; I sat up a bit worried even though it was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. It let me know I was big enough to please her later.

f**k, she was going to be tight.

Parisa continued, and my dirty hands couldn’t help but tangle in her hair. My h**s flexed and pushed up a bit as it hit the back of her throat. I g*****d as my muscles tightened as she continued to suck. f**k she just felt so damn good.

Hearing her g***n into my c**k, I hissed. “Parisa, get up,” I gritted my teeth, pulling her up. Confused, she stopped, and her innocent eyes grabbed my attention. Flipping her over, I smashed my lips to her and felt the warm spit still on my c**k. I pumped it only a few times to release myself on her stomach.

Our foreheads touched as we were both breathing heavily. “Parisa,” I breathed while she smiled.

“Did I do okay?” She whispered, and I could help but let a small laugh come out.

“More than okay.” Brushing her hair out of the way, I kissed her lips and told her to wait there until I returned. Grabbing a damp towel from the bathroom and coming back, I see she hasn’t even made an effort to move as my seed was still spilled on her stomach. I could help but have guilt fill the pit of my stomach. All of that goes to waste because Hades couldn’t give life. Not the King of the Underworld, the Lord of all the souls.

The pained look must have shown because Parisa sat up and motioned for me to come over. Cleaning her gently and throwing the towel on the floor, I curled up in bed with her. “What is my mate thinking about?” she giggled.

“I think you know,” I touched her face. Everything about her I was so in love with. I don’t think I could ever bear to part with her, not one single day. I would give her anything she desires. There was only one thing I couldn’t give her. A little part of each of us to make a child in both our images. If I could give it to her, would she want just one, or would she want many? The slight jab of my heart made my breath hitch, and Parisa pulled herself closer to me. My head was buried in her breasts as I snuggled closer.

“I don’t need anything else, Hades,” she hummed in my ear while tickling the hair on my scalp. Her arm was wrapped around the back of my head, skimming the top. It was soothing, the gentle strokes of my hair moving along with each of her fingers. I could feel purring in my chest. “There is one thing I know of certain, and that is I cannot live without you. There is no other place I would rather be than right here. Just imagine it this way, we have more times like this. Laying in bed and having more awesome surprises,” she whispered excitedly.

There was no disappointment in her voice; there was no pity. She continues to take the information as it is. There was nothing she could do to change it, and she accepted it. Parisa was comforting me, a man. As many times as I watched humans and supernatural interactions, it was easy for people to blame women for fertility issues. It was just accepted that it happened with females.

Now that the roles are reversed and a man, no a god that cannot help his mate conceive, it should be downright embarrassing. I was the firstborn son of Kronos and Rhea, and I was the first swallowed. My power may have been strengthened for having to last so long in the belly of my father. However, it did strip me of my reproduction capabilities. Maybe that was why I didn’t grab the chance to be the god of the heavens because I could not bring life. So I grasped the power of death. I gripped her tighter as she continued to pet my hair. Letting out a large sigh, I took in her scent.

Too many guilty thoughts began to plague my mind. Parisa was too perfect for me. She deserved so much better than a dark god of the underworld. I deserved the loneliness.

“Hades,” she almost chastised. Glancing up at her hand left my hair and stroked my face.

“I feel you here,” she pointed to my head, “and here.” Parisa pointed to my heart and drew a heart shape pattern into my chest.

“You are mine, and I am yours, right?” I felt her heart tighten with our bond. The worry melted off of her.

“Only if you will have me,” I put my finger on her lips as it trickled down between the two plump lips, gently parting them.

“I want to be bonded to you so you will never feel guilty about this. I want to make sure you never leave me,” Parisa pleaded.

If only she knew I wasn’t just guilty about not giving her children, but the secret of the Helm and the time I rejected her when she was just a baby.