The Beginning : The Blood Rings Series (Hades & Persephone Reimagined)

Chapter 7: Persephone ۵♡۵

Persephone Ruthburg۵♡۵

As I recovered from the first true orgasm I had ever experienced; I could hear the door slamming. Despite this being my first, I could not imagine that it got any better.
I did not know where I had gotten the courage and confidence to ask him to join me the shower, but when I stepped in after feelings of his teasing tongue giving me a snippet of what he was capable of; I needed him in there with me. I unclipped my hair and tried my best to pull the tangled braid apart with my fingers. I had noticed the washes he had purchased for me.My hand trailed down the bottle. They were not the ones I used at home but they were close; he must have loved the fruit as much as me, or maybe he just loved it on me.

    Either way I was grateful, I could tell that they were expensive with the way they lathered through my hair, coating it as I scrubbed and washed all of the dirt out of it. Then I felt his looming and haunting presence entering the shower and standing behind me. I wanted to look at him, but I still had soap in my hair and I did not want it to get in my eyes, so I leaned my hair into the water letting the water rinse out the shampoo.
    Once I knew it was safe to open my eyes with risking them being burned from soap. My eyes lashes blinked the water out of my eyes as I looked at him, I could get lost in them, forget my own name even.
     "Turn." He ordered me which I nodded, turning around and pressing my body into him, though I stopped when I felt it. His harden cock pressed into my ass cheeks, making my cunt flood with even more arousal. If we were not in the shower, I am certain it would be rolling down my legs from how turned on I felt right now.
His member was thick and long, I could tell just by how it parted my ass trying to find it's way in. 

     The way he rubbed my shoulders, I would have mistaken him for a masseuse.He kneeded and rubbed at the muscles and tendons. I moaned out, letting my head rest fully against his chest.
Then he tilted my head up as I looked at him, I swallowed, before his lips were attached on mine. They were rough, hungry, and desperate for my virgin ones. I had never kissed anyone before. My kidnapper was my first kiss and I still have yet to learn his name. My eyes were widen in surprise. I had not expected him to be the type of man to kiss women, but he kissed like it was his profession. I tried my hardest to match my inexperience with his expertise.
     My lips moved with his, learning the way he kissed and trying to match it. Then his tongue slid into my mouth as I moaned again. The feeling was strange and invading, but I welcomed it, my tongue trying to lick and taste him too. He tasted of tobacco and menthol toothpaste.
     When he disconnected our lips, I let out a needy whine, not wanting his lips to leave mine. I do not know if I ever wanted them to leave mine.
   Then I felt those same inciting lips on my neck, as he sucked so hard I thought he might tear my skin off, as I gripped onto his shoulders from the mix of pain and pleasure. I could tell he was marking me, claiming me as his. I felt his lips attack and suck three separate times leaving three marks in a row, as I was left moaning and whimpered against his body. My nails dung into his shoulders, and slid down the front of his chest as I could hear him hiss in response, but he only moved his lips further.

     Everything he was doing to me was flooding and overwhelming my senses. I had forgotten he had taken me, had ripped me away, and had not spoken to me in four days. The only reason I knew it had been four days was because of Hecate. She came in my room, every day bringing me food.
     Today, she had brought me clothes, telling me I needed to eat or I was going to die, and that I needed to change before I stunk up the entire room. I knew she was not happy about me being here, it was written all over her body language and face. Refusing her clothes seemed to be the last straw, "That is fucking it. I'm going get him and he will make you fucking eat." She spat at me before she stormed out the room with the plate and clothes. Then, it could not have been more than five minutes before I was thrown over his shoulders and carried here. I was relieved whenever he revealed that she was not his girlfriend, because I knew she was not jealous of me. Instead, I think she was angry at me because I was making him act unlike himself.
    Him being her sister did not make things any better; I did not expect her to help me escape. I knew he would not be so foolish to let someone around me who would do that. They could not be blood related, because the two of them looked nothing alike except for the fact they both have the body and face of merciless killers. I knew if he wanted me dead; she would do it for him if he did not himself.

     He collected my breast in his hands, despite them being a full C-cup, they looked tiny in his huge hands, that wrapping around the whole breast leaving only my nipple to poke free. 

     "You sound like fucking music" He told me, then his tongue was on my nipple and my whole body shivered. I felt like I was going to cum and he had not even traveled to my cunt yet. I really did not think he would have to.

"O-oh my god." I wanted to watch him but it felt so good that my head fell back against the shower wall, grip tightening on his hair.
     Then he dropped down to his knees, and I opened my eyes look at him, I was unsure what he was going to do, but all I knew is I wanted him to do it, "Please." I whimpered out, he started to lift one of my legs over his shoulder, I kept one hand on his hair and the other pressed against the wall to keep myself balanced. "I will." He promised me and then before I could even process the meaning of his words his tongue flatten against my slit, sliding up and taking my sensitive clit into his mouth.

     His tongue explored my throbbing cunt so much, I think his name might be Dora. As his tongue teased my opening of my already sopping wet pussy, his spit only adding to the slickness. "God, Sir. It feels so good." I moaned out to him, and I could hear him grunt from the words. He liked when I called him Sir, at first I did it out of pure fear, but now it just fell from my lips without thought, like the name was meant for him, meant for me to call him. The pet name added flame to his already growing desire as he plunged one of his long and slender fingers inside of me. It burned, I felt like my whole insides were on fire. But the burn only lasts a few seconds because of his tongue that was working on my clit and my arousal that lubricated his finger allowing him to slip another one inside of me, my thighs tighten out of reflex my whole body trying to force him out of him despite wanting him so badly.
     "You can take it, my sweet little fruit. Take them." He instructed me, his words were so smooth, they helped relax my muscles. Once he felt me relax the two fingers he had inside of me slid in and out with ease, and I felt myself growing weak in my knees as I gripped his hair tugging to keep my balance. He noticed as he grabbed my other leg tossing it over his shoulder as well, resting all of my weight onto his arm like I weighed nothing showing off just how strong he was.       Then, he did a motion with his finger that I can not explain, hitting a spot inside of me that was so pleasurable I lost my eyesight. White hot beams flashed through my whole body,
      "Oh my god, Sir!" I cried out, my hips rock and rode out the pleasure that was rolling and crashing into my body like a tidal wave. While he licked me like a hungry dog cleaning his plate. My body was pressed against the shower wall as I panted heavily.
     "Finish up, you can wait in the bedroom when you're done." His words were muffled like I was under water as he slipped out the bathroom.
     I finished up like he told me to. But as I was washing out the conditioner from my hair, a wave of shame and guilt flooded over me. I let him touch me, him. The man who took me away from my family. I did not know his age, his name, or even if he was going to let me live, but yet I let him ruin part of my innocent without hesitation. The saddest part, which made the sob slip out, is that I would let him do it again. I cried as I climbed out of the shower.
     I looked at myself in the mirror, as I splashed cold water on my face. I looked at my eyes that were puffed and red, I looked pathetic, and I was pathetic. I exited the bathroom, the towel wrapped around my body as I found clothes sitting for me on the bed.  
     However, they were not Hecate's they were his. A plain black t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. I went to the door and tried to open it, cursing as I found that it was locked. I had expected it to be, but it was still just as disappointing.

I got dressed and sat on the bed, waiting like he told me too. Except he never came.
    
     He left me waiting for another four more days, before I would see him again.

End of Chapter 7