A Mythical Love: Hades and Persephone's Truth

Chapter Two: Last of Olympus

She could hardly contain her excitement. She spent her last night on Olympus packing her most prized possessions in secret so her mother wouldn't find out about her plan to run away with her beloved Hades. She couldn't sleep that night, even after she'd finished packing her few belongings she couldn't calm her mind. Thoughts of Hades filled her head. His kisses, his voice in her ear, his breath on her neck, his hands roaming over her body. She shivered with excitement and anticipation as she thought of him touching her in such a sensual way. Her heartbeat quickened, the sound of its rhythm filling her ears. Even though he wasn't here he still had an overwhelming effect on her. Her body quivered and her breath caught in her throat as she imagined his fingers tracing the lines of her collar bone, down her breast bone beneath her loose white chiton, and his strong hands gripping her hips as he pulled her to him. Her breathing was heavy and ragged as his name left her lips in a soft sensual whisper, "Oh Hades, my Hades."

After laying in her beautifully forged bed for some time she finally drifted off to sleep with sweet sensual dreams of Hades filling her head.

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The sun streamed thru her window as dawn broke over Mount Olympus. Her copper curls splayed out over her pillows as she woke from her last night of sleep on Olympus. She leapt from her bed as memories of the previous day's events flooded her mind and quickly dressed herself in a pristine white chiton and her silver rope belt. She slipped on her matching silver strappy sandals and went to her vanity and brushed her coppery curls till they shined before putting on her hair wreath made from her favorite wildflowers. Satisfied with how she would look when Hades came for her she grabbed her small pouch of belongings and turned to look at her childhood bedroom one last time. She took in every last detail of the scenes of the gods painted on her ceiling, the gold silk sheets and goose down pillows on her bed, the beautiful silver frame forged by Hephaestus to look like flowers and vines, and the white marble floor she'd played on as a child. Then she turned her back on her childhood room and slipped out her bedroom door. The hall of her and her mother's home was empty as she crept through her home towards the door leading outside to her private garden. She quietly pulled the door open and slipped through the small opening she'd made then ran for her beloved garden.

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He was very busy making sure every last detail was perfect for his sweet Flower. He had the finest gowns and chitons made for his soon to be queen, flower wreaths littered the vanity he had made for her and moved into his chambers. New maroon and white sheets, pillows, and blankets were now spread out over his matters on his wrought iron bed frame. Wildflowers were placed in silver vases all over his place and in his bedroom to make her feel at home. Powders and creams were placed in the drawers of her vanity for her every need. But the one thing he spent the most time on was her personal garden he planned to surprise her with. Hecate, the goddess of magic helped Hades make sure all of Persephone's favorite flowers were in her garden. Fruit trees sprung up from the ground bearing sweet oranges, cherries, and Persephone's favorite fruit, pomegranates.

"We must be careful to keep her from eating the fruit of this world. If she indulges in even one seed she may never return to Olympus." Hades cautioned Hecate. The goddess nodded in reply to his warning before walking further into the garden to finish up her task of readying the place for Persephone. Hades looked around and admired the gift he would soon present to his sweet Flower. A small smile made its way to the surface of his face. "I'm coming now my sweet Persephone." with that he turned and walked through the door of her garden towards his midnight colored chariot. Four large and beautiful black stallions were hitched to the front and as he climbed aboard and took the reins into his strong hands he bid the stallions to move forward and up to the surface, up to his Persephone.

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She sat beneath the branches of their tree, a cool breeze blowing gently thru her copper hair. Hades consumed her every thought as he did last night. Her eyes fluttered closed as she bit her lip, imagining it was Hades. Suddenly the Earth began to shake underneath her and a large crack appeared in front of her. Hades emerged from within the opening brought forth to her by four black stallions pulling a midnight chariot. Persephone let out a squeal of excitement as Hades dismounted and came to her side. He grabbed her by the hip and pulled her against his chest before seizing her mouth in hot and hungry kiss. She felt her knees buckle but was supported by his strong arms as she went limp against him. Those same feeling she'd experienced yesterday came flooding back. Her heart quickened, her breath became ragged and heavy, her nipples hardened, and her most sensitive area became warm and wet. She pulled her face away from Hades and ducked her head in embarrassment.