Willingness (Greek Mythology)

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Title: Willingness
Prompt: Consent is sexy
Fandom: Greek Mythology
Pairing: Hades/Persephone
Summary: Hades discovers that intimacy is so much better when both parties are willing. Wow that sounds bad Hades you're a criminal
Notes: Unbetaed bc I have a deadline eeeee

The first time Hades and Persephone lay together was, undeniably, against her will. Initially, she had been yielding, accepting of what was happening without fighting back, and regardless of whether or not the way she eventually pressed against him was only his imagination, regardless of the fact that she very definitely, though hesitantly, pressed their lips together at one point, he had forced himself on her. Hades had worried about making her hate him, but it was his intention to make her his wife immediately, and she was irresistible besides, as many gods other than himself agreed.

Happily, it was not the case. Persephone had remained afraid of him, avoidant of him, through much of their initial time together, only beginning to be accustomed to him and to the Underworld several momths before he was induced to return her to the world of light. Yet Hades always harboured the hope that she would someday return his love, thought he detected the first inclinations of her heart towards him whenever she neared him. He nursed the hope even as he made her eat the pomegranate seeds that would, unbeknownst to her, bind her to him for half the year. Indeed, he was fortunate, more fortunate than he deserved to be, that Persephone was so receptive of his advances.

The first time they had lain together, immediately after Hades brought her to the Underworld, was good. But the first time they lay together after her return was infinitely better. The moment Persephone saw him, she flew into his arms and, brushing past his surprise, he gathered her up in his arms and promptly carried her to his bedchamber.

'I missed you,' she said. The fluttering in his chest that the words caused was a completely foreign feeling to Hades.

'I missed you too,' he said.

Persephone laughed. 'You're not surprised at all? Did you already know I loved you when I left?'

'No, I didn't.'

There was no hesitation in the way she kissed him now, her pale, delicate hand on his cheek as she pressed their lips together.

'I didn't know either,' she said when she pulled back, looking steadily into his eyes, 'but now I do.'

What else was there to say after that? They lay together on the bed, kissing, holding one another. Hades allowed the knowledge that she loved him, desired him, roll over his mind and his body like a wave, filling him with lightness. He had not forgotten how she felt in his arms, her slender, supple body against the hardness of his own, but her hands on him was entirely new. Persephone hugged his neck, then trailed her hands down his body, fingertips gliding over his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles in his back. Her lips he had always remembered as soft and pliant but now they were more than that, they were insistent against him, yielding against his tongue yet exploring him in turn.

She pulled back to look at him, and this, too, was a new source of wonder. Hades was accustomed to admiring her, but had never been admired in turn. Persephone looked at him as if she was drinking in the sight of him, looking at his lips, his nose, his cheeks, settling on his dark eyes. A smile curved her elegant lips.

'Such a handsome husband I have,' she murmured. 'So much more charming than anyone on Olympus.'

The words were so far removed from any that had ever been directed at him that he was momentarily flustered, another new sensation. He hastily glossed over the feeling to say, 'You are much more beautiful and radiant - than anything - anything from here to the heavens.'

That appeared to please her greatly. She kissed him, and he took the opportunity to proceed. He divested her of the colourful garment that was wrapped around her body, thinking of how much better she would look in the darker hues which he preferred and had her wear when she acted as Queen. But the best sight, of course, was that of the white body that revealed itself to him. Persephone flushed slightly to be exposed before him but she didn't shy away or attempt to cover herself up. She simply lay underneath him with a bashful smile.

Still more surprising was when she said, 'Let me see you too.'

Before, he thought that she had avoided the sight of him whenever he lay with her, a fact which gave him no pain. That she wanted to see him now was flattering. He would have simply pulled his clothes off but that Persephone raised her hand to his shoulder, apparently to help him. He let it happen, let her loosen the clasps of his robe, pull them down slowly, her eyes raking over every inch of skin that revealed itself to her. Now he understood why she had blushed when he removed her clothing. It felt peculiar to be examined so thoroughly, but it was enjoyable too.

Persephone pulled him down to kiss his lips, then he kissed down her body, down her neck, the clavicle, settling over her breasts. She giggled at the brush of his beard, turning into a gasp as he covered a nipple with his mouth.

'Hades,' she murmured. He momentarily stopped in surprise, the sound of his name on her lips sweeter than any song. She tangled her fingers through his hair, tugging boldly. No one else would have ever dared, but no one had the power over him that Persephone had. 'Don't stop!'

He resumed his attentions on her chest, enjoying the sounds of delight she emitted. But it was undeniably the sound of his name that gave him the most pleasure. Every time she spoke his name sent signals through his body as surely as her kisses and her touches did and he revelled in it.

'I want to touch you too,' she said.

'But I'm not done kissing you,' he said, making an attempt at the playful, looking up at her from where he had been kissing her.

'I am your queen, yes?'

'Yes.'

'Then I order you to let me touch you!'

It was wonderful that she was enjoying herself enough to tease him. He obediently rose up and was rewarded by a full kiss on the mouth. It was his turn to sit back and receive her attentions, soft plush lips all over his face, slim hands gliding down his chest, feeling the shape of his body. She rebuked him when he tried to touch her in turn so he had no choice but to remain still. Then a hesitant hand stroked his member and he let out a startled sound.

'I'm sorry,' Persephone said, making to draw away, but Hades took her by the wrist, holding her hand still.

'Don't stop,' he said, emphasising the words with a kiss.

She was bolder then, stroking his length almost inquisitively, as if feeling the shape, then more firmly as he hardened in her hand until he was fully erect. His breathing became more ragged as his arousal intensified, a part of him still in disbelief that this was Persephone, the girl he had watched innocently frolicking the fields above, the girl who had been so bashful and diffident when he had first taken her into the Underworld, the woman he had chosen as his wife and queen. It was not all his doing, he could not have changed her so much in so short a time. She had always had it within her and all that was left for him was to draw it out.

'Is this good, husband?' she said in a low voice, knowing full well that it was.

'Yes, wife.'

He relished calling her that and she smiled, pleased by the epithet too, rewarding him again with another caress and a squeeze that elicited a gasp.

'Good. I'm almost ready for you now, but you must prepare me, because I have not had you in so long.'

'Gladly.'

Persephone released him and, in the same instant, Hades drew her into his arms, holding her firmly. Her chest was deliciously soft against his. Equally delightful was the supple behind that filled his hand when he stroked down her back to her buttocks. She pressed even closer, hooking her leg over his hip, offering him access. As he inserted one of his fingers, Persephone let out a long, happy sigh.

'I've felt so empty without you, Hades,' she said, her voice no more than a whisper.

The double meaning in her words made Hades shiver. He ached to get inside her, to fill her as she so wished. He prepared her quickly, almost too quickly, and her cries became louder as he worked her open with first one finger, then two. His hands were so large that she was whimpering, pressing her face into his shoulder, from the effort of taking him in, yet his member was so much bigger than this.

'Does it hurt?' he murmured into her ear.

'In a good way. Oh, Hades, hurry up, I can't take it any longer!'

Every last scrap of shyness with which Persephone had returned to the Underworld was completely gone now. She was still the sweet and carefree girl Hades had fallen in love with in many ways, but now she was also his proud and reverential queen, and he had never loved her more. He captured her lips, swallowing her groan as he pulled away his fingers, to be replaced by the tip of his cock. Persephone pushed against him eagerly, taking him in.

'My radiant queen,' he said against her lips, and in a few short thrusts, was completely sheathed inside her.

They lay together, catching their breath. Hades became dimly aware that Persephone's nails were digging into his skin. If she had drawn ichor, he would have been proud of the scars.

'Hades,' she said. She needed no more words to command him to move.

'Oh - oh - oh H-Hades,' Persephone moaned as he thrust into her. Her voice heightened into a scream as he found her sweet spot. She thrashed against him as if she was in pain, struggling to find her rhythm. Hades held onto her hips, guiding her against him, until they were meeting one another. It became increasingly difficult to kiss, but he had no desire to kiss when Persephone's lips were free to utter his name again and again, spurring him on. Such an excellent wife he had, he had chosen her so well, and now that she loved him as he loved her, he was complete. He filled her so fully, leaving space for nothing else, except for his seed as he climaxed, calling her name like a prayer. She shuddered around him at the same time, taking him for everything he had to offer.

'Did I do well?' Persephone said almost innocently a few moments later.

'You were wonderful,' he assured her.

'I was, wasn't I!' she said with a laugh and kissed him.

He held her, deepening the kiss. Hades was not a god from whom words flowed at the best of times and he did not seem to know how to describe his appreciation for her in a way she would understand. All he could say, gently against her lips, was, 'I love you.' But he was assured that she understood, without the need for more, when she replied, 'I love you too, Hades.'