Seven Pomegranate Seeds

Seven Pomegranate Seeds

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Her light reached into the pits of darkness in which he dwelled with pleading souls, pouring through the fault in the ground like liquid gold. It was a lively aura that brought him to crawl straight from the depths of the underworld. The moment he saw her smile that lit up Hell itself, he knew he forever wanted to be engulfed in its warmth. A warmth he hadn't felt in hundreds of years. The God of the Underworld had fallen for a damsel, one that was far too sweet for him. But that wouldn't stop him on his quest to take a bite of forbidden fruit, and neither would it Persephone, for she had plans for a taste as well.
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A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Persephone often wondered the same thing. [...] She saw the nymph playfully push the satyr down on the soft grass before straddling him, the sheer fabric of her garment highlighting her graceful movements. She heard her giggling and the satyr's amused growls and her green eyes widened when she saw the satyr's hand wander underneath the nymph's skirt. Perhaps, she should have left the moment she realised what she had stumbled upon. Perhaps, she should have return to her field of lilies and picked some flowers for her mother, Demeter. Perhaps, she should have but she didn't. ❁❁❁ In which the dreadful King of the Underworld steals the daughter of Spring. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

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