Pomegranates

Nights of Temptation

Persephone laid in her bed thinking of the day she had. She chased a rabbit, played with guppies in the stream, and colored the flowers at the top of the hill. Yet, she couldn't stop thinking about Hades. She never desired anyone before, and all the stories she heard were nothing like the man she met. She imagined he was cold, mean, and old. But he had an almost..warm feeling around him and was sarcastic and looked around her age. That's the funny thing about immortality.
The more she thought about him, the more she wanted him to place his large, pale hands and touch her. Feel her. Use her. As she imagined him, her hands slid lower, and lower..and lower. She used her own hands to fulfill her needs. Her soft breathing paced faster and faster. In her and out of her.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Although her breath was soft, Hades could hear her all the way from the underworld. Her voice filled his head. He could hear her moan as it danced around him, taunting him. He didn't know if she was pleasuring herself, or was being felt by another god. Was she thinking about him? Did she want him too? Was he the one that made her moan through the night, damping her sheets? As these wonders crossed his mind, he too found himself quite enjoying himself through the night.