Her Forever

Parisa’s POV

The Sphere had finally appeared, and everyone in the room had stilled. I mean, who wouldn’t when that blinding light came from such a tiny pebble. Hades let go of my hand as he cradled it to his chest. Hades began cursing under this breath; I saw his face pale more than his original skin color for the first time.

No one said a word for a few minutes, just stared at the midnight glow along with swirls of grey and speckled light. Bohdi had approached and conjured a box to fit the Sphere inside. Hades gently placed the Sphere of Souls in the darkened box and put the lid on securely, taking the box from Bohdi. Bohdi gave a small smile, her legs weakened as I gripped her by her arms.

“We need to get her to Tamera,” I held her and her head and cradled it to my chest. Michael came forward and picked her up, one arm under her legs and the other around he back.

“I’ll see to it,” Michael mumbled as he left the living room.

“She is weak; it will take time to regain her strength,” Hades patted the box like a precious gift it was. “Once she is healed, we will devise a plan. We need to travel to Bergarian, and it won’t be a fun holiday.”

My grip tightened around Hades’ arm. In our many nights falling asleep in bed, he brought up Berarian and how beautiful it was, the magical wonders of the place compared to Earth. Fairies, Elves, Faes, and even the wisps like to toy with a woman’s hair. A small smile graced my lips at the thought of finally visiting; even so, this wouldn’t be a place or pleasantries.

Mama and Dad had fought in the Dark War; before I was born during their “Honeymoon” phase, Mama calls it. It was a war full of b***d; many had died and suffered. Families were broken, and sorrow swept through all the nations. After the war, Queen Sadie took the throne along with her mate. They were the real heroes of the war; Sadie’s quick thinking saved thousands.

After the war, my parents’ views were tainted. It had no longer been the magical place they had thought it to be. Too much death, b***d, and destruction ruined them, and they had stayed away ever since. Only Granpa and Granma would go to visit our distant relatives, along with my uncle.

Dad suggested we retire for the day, which wasn’t a bad idea. Lyle’s screams and the heavy atmosphere my dad was creating wasn’t helping. Dad continued to glare at Hades with nothing but disgust. I couldn’t necessarily blame him, but Hades was my mate, and he made the right choice in the end. Did I suffer from it? I did, but I felt Hades’ genuine emotion. He deeply regretted it, and I firmly believed his words that he would spend eternity making it up to me. The subject was getting old anyway; I was over this, and Dad should be too.

I snickered as Mama asked Hades if he would join them for breakfast in a few hours. Feeling his reluctance was almost comical. “Please save me,” Hades begged through the mind link. “Your father hates me; I can’t have your mother too.”

“Mama, we are exhausted. We are going to sleep in.”

“But you must be getting hungry again; you need your strength. You haven’t had a proper meal…”

“Mama,” I g*****d dramatically. My eyes rolled back so far I thought I saw Elea wagging her tail. Please come to you when we are hungry, I promise.”

“There’s the attitude I haven’t seen in so long!” Mama approached me and kissed me on the cheek. “Good to see you haven’t grown too much.” Mama retreated to the door as Blaze followed.

The burn I felt in my chest became stronger. Dad’s pine smell wrapped around me as I turned to meet him in the eyes.

“Hi, Dad.” His eyes were filled with hurt as he scooped my small form in his arms. A deep sigh escaped him, and I heard the big, bad alpha sniffle. “I’m okay, and I’m okay with Hades. We all make mistakes. I’m here, and I have my mate with me now.” I petted his hair, something men liked in general; I’ve picked up on as dad picked up more of my scent.

“I’m just glad you are here. We knew you were alive; we knew you were somewhere,” Dad’s voice cracked. “You can’t blame me for being angry, that all of this could have been prevented.”

“It is how the fates had planned it,” I spoke firmly. Looking over Dad’s shoulder, I gave Hades a reassuring smile.

“Don’t ever leave anyone’s sight until we’ve caught Demeter, Nero and whoever else poses as a threat, do you understand?” he growled as his gripped tightened.

“Promise,” I patted his back. Feeling Hades’ desperate need to touch me, to be held in cage-like arms, I stepped away from Dad, my childhood, and went to Hades.

….

We didn’t wake up until noon the following day. Coming home at three in the morning and the exciting events of yesterday wore heavy on us both. Hades had been awake for hours; I felt him as I tried to sleep. His movements, his worry, anger, and love towards me radiated. The god was thinking up a storm, and it was loud enough for me to feel all of it.

As I finally started to stir, my cheek rubbed up against his slightly hairy chest. “Morning,” his deep voice grumbled as he petted my hair. I loved his morning voice, it was sexy and deep, and I wanted nothing more than to hear his voice deep into my…

“Someone is happy to feel me this morning,” he spoke again, and I realized my hand was right on his happy place.

“I am so sorry!” I squealed. “I didn’t realize I was even holding it!”

“You crave me even in your sleep, means I’m doing something right,” he chuckled. Hades rubbed his member on my thigh, in which I returned with squeezing them together. How can we both be so turned on in the morning? He was hard, stiff, and was already leaking his c*m onto my bare thigh. Taking a sharp breath, I slung my leg over his h*p and ground my p***y against him. His whole body was warm, but my bare p***y touching his c**k felt extremely hot, just as the fire of Tartarus itself. Hades moved his h**s as his length rubbed against my slit. My n*****s hardened as his hand went up to grab one harshly.

“These are so damn perfect.” His face was immediately buried in my breasts as he nipped and sucked them relentlessly. My back arched as he prodded his d**k near my entrance. I was still laying on my side with my leg draped over his h*p; it was too tempting for him, too much of an invite to bury himself inside me.

His lips rose up my chest and to my mouth as his tongue powered over me. His d**k, wet with my slick, was pushed through, squeezing him as he entered my quivering cavern. Hades, hovering over me while still on my side, moved my leg, so he was hugging it to his torso. The new position, the way his c**k entered me, was a whole new feeling. It hit walls that had never felt the ridge of his c**k.

Gripping the sheets to hold myself steady, I could feel the powerful push of his h*p rocking me into the bed. One hand raked my thigh while the other clawed my a*s. His gaze wandered over my opened parts while f*****g my scissored legs.

Another m**n was going to part my lips until I felt his thumb graze my backside, going to a place I found to be nothing but a forbidden area. My p***y wettened further, feeling his nails dig into my thigh despite his wandering thumb.

A thumb pricked my puckered hole as I gasped. “Shh, just relax. Hades’ c**k twitched as he continued to rock his muscular h**s. Strong abs and lower torso flexed as his dancing h**s swiveled to use his c**k into every crevis. Becoming lost at the feeling, my body spasmed, ripping my o****m through me as I felt his thumb enter my a*s. It was a full feeling as my body tried to get rid of the foreign object. The fullness of my a*s and p***y made me yell out in pleasure and confusion.

This wasn’t supposed to be happening; why was I becoming so turned on? Gripping the sheets, Hades let out a sigh of content as he put his thumb in and out. My body shook at the aftershocks of my o****m; there was no time to stop; Hades had yet to find his release, which was soon. Feeling his balls tighten on my inner thigh, I reached my hand around to fondle his large balls, only to be curious all the same about his wandering finger. Unfortunately, my body could not stretch enough, but another thought entered me.

Taking my wet essence from my p***y I trailed my finger just under his balls and massaged the area next to his own forbidden zone. His thrusts stopped as he let out a war cry that could be heard to the territory border. Thick ropes of seed spilled into me; my body was full; he had filled me in both love and his own body fluids that now dripped from my wet p***y. I continued to rub him as his o****m progressed; more and more of his seed continued to flow. The tight jaw, his flexed arm, and chest muscles stirred nothing but want and love. He was by far the most beautiful man, god, being I had ever met, and he was just for me.

Hades’ breath heaved as his seed continued to be milked my by quaking core; his d**k never became flaccid as he reluctantly pulled from me. Falling to my backside, he wrapped his arms around me. Minty breath fanned my hair while his harsh breaths flowed.

“Now that was something to wake up to,” Elea spoke up. “What happened to the innocent little angel he always talked about?” I snickered and waited for Hades’ to catch his breath, only to find him already asleep. Pulling out of his hold, I rolled over to pet his face. This beautiful face could be of an angel, but he was far from it. He was my devil, my Satan, and my Lucifer. All these names were to evoke fear in those around him. Hades was to make people fear him because of what he controlled, the dead. The taker of life. The Underworld and all that dwelled within it were under his control.

Hades sleeps, and when he sleeps, he looks nothing short of the handsome mate of mine. Petting his brilliant blonde hair, I ease up out of bed. Hoping to catch a shower before I am pounced on again.

The wood floor was cold, and a few splinters still rose from the boards. The cabin was made in haste when Mama had it built, she said. It was all for mating wolves anyway and had to make not one of these cabins but ten. Luckily we were given the larger, sturdier ones.

Glancing at the kitchen table, the black box sat still. I wanted nothing more than to touch the Sphere again, hold it in my own hands like I had done in the fire. It still beckoned me to grab it, or was it my own selfish desires? Gripping my hands tightly, I remembered the extra something falling between my legs. I chuckled a bit as I entered the large bathroom to shower the mess away.

…

Hades still slept in the bed, exhausted. This wasn’t like him to be so tired, but we have been busy for the past week. Never thought gods would sleep, but maybe they were more like us than we realized. They ate, slept, and had s*x; we were made in their image for the most part.

We were just a step closer. Soon we would be able to relax and be with each other. Start a whole new life. I had been granted a gift, several actually. The 10 or so years being locked away and being a slave was just a small price to pay by gaining such a large family. Not just my pack but the gods as well.

Not wanting to disturb Hades or anger him by leaving the cabin, I sat in front of the black box, palms down on either side. Such an ordinary-looking thing to be harboring the famous Sphere that helps match all the souls. My fingers itched, itched to open it. I felt like Pandora getting ready to open the box of monsters, yet I knew what was inside. It was the Sphere, the one I was supposed to find. Surely that meant I was to touch it too? Why shouldn’t I touch it?

“Just touch the damn thing,” Elea spat as she rolled her eyes. “I swear you ask more questions than any other human I’ve heard talking. Just open it.”

Rolling my eyes rather dramatically, I inched forward. “Can’t help but question everything,” I muttered.

Taking the tip of my index finger, I pushed up on the lid. Barely opening it, I peeked inside. It still had the dark, blue glow and the beautiful marbling of souls dancing around it. The bioluminescent inside it did nothing for my empathy ability but strengthen it. My heart strummed to its own tune as I saw several sillowets come to one side of the Sphere. Lifting the lid more until I finally took it off, I put both my eyes on the two figures. They glowed when they touched each other, just the hint of glow that made them barely there. My emotions felt it, however. Felt not only the love but the connection when the two figures touched.

Fingers trembling, I take my index finger to touch the outside of the Sphere; the closer I get, the closer their soul touches mine. Concentrating, I squint my eyes to see who it might be. Finger grazing one ghost, I see Vulcan in my mind. He’s smiling, but he is also urging. Urging for me to move me to find his missing pieces. He glanced at the figure that was being held in his hand. Taking my other index finger, I put it on the figure next to him and find none other than Tamara smiling back at me.