Seeds (23 page)

     “Mercy. Please.” Kora writhed around as she was teased mercilessly, her cheeks becoming pink as her hips undulated under Hades's skillful manipulations. The god squeezed his shaft, knowing she was enraptured by the sight, and he smiled at her pleas.

     “Oh, but you like it, yes you do...” he coaxed, and she nodded shakily. She wiggled against the slithering sensations, making an erotic sight there on the soft bedspread. Was it possible for a person to lose his or her mind from so much pleasure? She squeezed her eyes shut for several moments before opening them and looking back at him. He was still pumping himself, and a bead of moisture had already formed at the tip. The attentions to her womanhood intensified, and now another tendril had already wiggled into her. She felt her walls clenching around it and then remembered with a bit of delight, that so did he. A while ago, she had explored herself and stuck a finger in there, feeling her slick channel clench around her fingers. Relax, clench, relax. Nobody had ever told her that such a muscle existed. But now she knew how to use it.

    
Relax, clench, relax
, and there was Hades, staring at her, groaning softly.
Come on, take me already!
she thought heatedly. Sure, she appreciated this foreplay and was curious about how it would feel... but oh, it was so big.

     As if he had sensed her trepidation, he did not offer or even suggest that they couple. The sensations all along her body intensified, and she wiggled around in frustration, tossing her head.

     “Hn! Ah! Ng... ooo.... oh!” She panted, now trying to break free of the bonds – not because she was hurt, but because she was so overwhelmed by the sensations – yet it seemed the more she struggled, the more intense Hades's attention became. Her clit was being teased and massaged firmly, and the tendril inside of her came to her hymen, stopping at the thin membrane. She felt the experimental prod and glanced at Hades curiously.

     “Like I promised... your maidenhead is yours to give.” He grinned at her, and she didn't know what it meant until she felt the tendril wiggle up the rest of her tunnel... Wait.
How
?

     The look of confusion in her eyes was priceless, and he gave her a reassuring smile. He had simply found the small opening in her hymen and guided his shadow through that – no pain, no tearing. Even now she was a virgin as the rest of her tunnel was filled up, her insides being rubbed by this clever use of his Gift. It wasn't as thick as his manhood, but when it wiggled around, she was assaulted with intense sensations that caused her to squeal softly. When she looked up her gaze locked with Hades's, and his intense stare seemed to suck her in, pulling her through the darkness.

     “Lord Hades,” She begged as the tendril ensconced deep within started to almost
vibrate
as it squirmed, sending her into a fresh fit of wiggling around. ”I... it is too much. Please.”

     “Too much? What do you want?” he asked, grinning devilishly as he ran his free hand along her face and throat, “Do you want it to stop rubbing your pretty little clit? Or do you want me to pull it out? Mm?”

     “Please. I...” she groaned softly. She hadn't orgasmed yet, and didn't want to be left bereft. Yet she found it overwhelming. Suddenly the tendril against her clit intensified its attentions.

     “Mercy. Oh, Hades. Please. I... need mercy.”

     He did not reply, and instead intensified the touches of the shadows as he gripped his shaft even more tightly.

     “You can take it, darling...you can take it...let the pleasure take over you, let it feed your passion...” he panted heavily as he felt his own pleasure peak, and a growl of delight escaped him as he came, ropes of pearly cum shooting through the air and landing on her chest and collarbone. A dribble of the last shot even landed on her chin, and she jerked upwards, gasping softly before she looked down at the warm substance that had just landed on her.

     Was it her imagination, or did this arouse her even more? She gazed up at him, and before she could contemplate anything else, the attention on her body intensified again. She screamed when she finally orgasmed before sobbing softly. Not from pain, but from being so overwhelmed by the pleasure. The nymphs, especially Cyane, had spoken of the pleasure that could be gained under a man's attentions, but oh gods...

     She sobbed tearlessly and tried to struggle, not to get away, but to touch her own body, to touch her surroundings, make sure this wasn't all a dream. He watched in intrigue as he felt the walls of her insides squeeze and clench, and saw her hands grasping the air, her wrists tugging against her binds.

     Her hands twisted and turned, the fingers curling and reaching gracefully towards him, and he let go of his manhood to touch them, squeezing them gently to reassure her. She calmed down and looked up at him. The attentions on her body came to a lull, the binds barely moving against her. She was glad for this small reprieve, though the one inside of was still wiggling around a bit. She was ready to surrender, to call it a night, whatever...

     “Mercy. Leave me alone, please.”

     “Are you sure?” Hades asked smoothly. “Do you not want another orgasm, my love? There is so much I can do for you... give you. You are mine,” he murmured, squeezing her hands again, rubbing his thumbs along the back of them to reassure her. Her body and tightness were so warm. He felt himself growing aroused again. It was going to be a long night... not that he minded.

     “I... I don't know,” Kora confessed. She was surprised at how kind and gentle he was being, even though the shadows were still paying attention to her. She whimpered as she felt her womanhood respond again, slowly starting its way to another orgasm. How long would Hades keep this up?

     Kora was to find that out quickly enough.

     She did not know how long Hades would pleasure her, but time no longer became a concern for her when his mouth, hands, and shadows traveled everywhere, exploring her and pleasuring her. Hours passed as orgasm after orgasm crashed down on her, pushed to the brink repeatedly with her captor's thorough attentions. She was drowning in a sea of pleasure, delight and release, and soon she was reduced to a mewling and breathless mess of feminine juices and anguished pleasure.

     “Ohhh! OHH! Nnnh! HADES!" She gasped, feeling yet another orgasm hit her. Oh, when would it stop? She was almost scared, was he just going to keep doing this forever? Would she die amidst this pleasure?
Oh, the irony.
If she died... well, she was already in the Land of the Dead. And then a hot, hungry tongue was lapping at her. Oh gods help her...

     “Mercy.” Her pleas were useless, of course, but Hades liked hearing them, and licked her clit more firmly – now he was pleasuring her with his mouth again. She was sweet, almost like honey, but with something darker and more tart, like a pomegranate. Suddenly, he stopped, and she gave out a low groan of frustration, left at the brink.

     He sat up and moved to her side, stroking her face as she looked up at him pleadingly, her blush so deep as to be almost red.

     “Nothing will happen that you do not want to,” Hades assured her. Kora tilted her head. For too long she had been coddled and treated like a little girl, no matter how many times she tried to prove to her mother that she wasn't. And here, she had a chance to... explore, to taste what had been forbidden to her. Though it seemed that Hades was doing most of the exploring... She let out a quiet sigh as he brushed loose strands of hair from her face, and she nuzzled his palm, grateful for the reprieve, though she knew that she would want him to resume his ministrations soon enough.

     As he sat there, she could not help but stare at his obvious arousal. He was bigger than Ares, and so much better-looking. She had seen male nakedness before, when she was much younger and she and her cousins would romp around in the pond or stream on hot days, innocent and uncaring of the differences between their bodies. Never had she imagined that the little things between her cousin's legs could ever come to look anything like
this!

     He noticed where she was looking, and smiled faintly, leaning back a bit so she could see better.

     “It is so... different from what I have,” she whispered as she slowly looked up at his face.

     “Would it not be boring if everyone had the same thing?” he shot back. She let out a soft giggle before she reached for it, her bonds giving way to let her do so. He let out a low groan as she ran her fingers along the underside of his shaft, amazed at how...
hard
it felt. Despite his obvious need, Hades was patient as her hand trailed along the most private area of his body, squeezing the sac and stroking his weeping crown, rubbing her finger and thumb along the slickness of the little opening and causing him to tremble.

     Kora felt a surge of pride at the fact that he was responding like this to her touch.

     “I have to admit...” she murmured as she pumped him lightly, “given that you visited me at night before, I am surprised you did not ravish me when you had every opportunity to.”

     “Indeed. But I knew it would not be right to...” He tilted his head to one side, “take advantage. Such a deed would be a grave injustice to you. I would not be able to live with myself if I had resorted to... such a deed.”

     This frank admission touched her more than she would have expected it to, and she let out a soft, sweet sigh.

     “My brethren say that I have a heart of ice. But around you, it is warm.” His gaze was open and intent, causing a flush to pass through her, reminding her of her arousal and how she had been left so close to a climax...

     “Your words are sweet, but right now I long for something else...” Her grip tightened. “I was so close, and you stopped suddenly...”

     “You were begging for mercy,” he reminded her with a faint smirk.

     “And you actually listened?” she teased back before withdrawing her hand and tasting the droplet of male essence. It was slightly saline, but not unpleasant, and the sight of her actions caused Hades's manhood to throb afresh.

     He maneuvered himself carefully as he climbed on top of her. His position caused him to hover over her, his erection dangling over her face. She couldn't help but lick at the tip of his manhood, sucking it into her mouth and letting it go with a wet noise. Hades let out a soft exclamation of surprise and pleasure, and lowered himself slightly. Her forwardness delighted him, and he let out a low groan when he felt her nimble tongue swirling around him, her other hand now straining against its bonds to caress his sac. Mmm. He obliged, rewarded by the feeling of her hands gently cupping it and stroking and pumping his shaft as she teased him with her mouth.

     Kora hissed softly as she felt Hades suck and nibble her clit, making her orgasm again.

    “Mmmnh! H...Haaaaa....ha...hhha...” She couldn't form words like she wanted, not when he was flicking his tongue like
that
, oh Gaea preserve her... She was so caught up in the pleasure as well as the hard flesh in her mouth, but when it popped from her mouth, she mewled out his name, and that was enough to elicit another orgasm from the god, who growled into her moist core. His cum shot out into her mouth, onto her chin and neck, and she shuddered and turned her head away out of instinct, feeling more warm liquid splatter on her cheek.

     She flicked out her tongue to taste the drops that had landed on her lips even as she pumped him languidly. She swallowed what was in her mouth as she rubbed his balls before he climbed off her and settled at her side. He stared lazily down at her.

    “Nnh... Hades. Let me... rest. Please.” She was trembling almost violently, her inner lips soft and puffy from all the attention and orgasms. At this plea, he decided to give her the mercy she desired – and obviously needed – so the tendrils dissipated into nothingness. Now free, she simply lay there, panting for breath, conscious of how wet she was, both her intimate regions and between the cheeks of her rear end, where juices had leaked down. She shuddered, eyes rolling back. Within a moment, she felt the rim of a cup pressed to her lips. Instinctively, she drew her head away, not wanting to swallow an unknown substance.

     “It is just water,” she heard him say. Hesitantly, she parted her lips, ready to clamp them shut. Cool water trickled down her tongue, and she opened her mouth a little more.

     “Yes, just drink it. I thought you would like that. Does that not feel nice?” he asked. She nodded.

     “Why... why did you bring me down here? Why was I chosen for this?” she asked softly as he sat up, looking handsome, his thick black hair framing his face. His penis, even soft, was an impressive sight, and she stared at it for a moment before looking back up at him. She tried to sit up, making a valiant effort, but flopped back down in surrender. She simply had no more strength. “I... can't move,” she muttered in frustration at her helplessness.

     Was that good or bad? Was she hurt in a way she didn't know? She had never been able to not move before, and was entirely unused to the sensation of... utter
exhaustion
.

     “You will be fine with rest. Until then, sleep as long as you need to.” His smile was affectionate and caring, which was quite the contrast to the sensual leers and hungry grins he had given her before. “I will attend to...this.” He pulled a soft black cloth from some hidden place and wiped the mess from her face, throat and chest. He took pleasure in the idea that he was wiping his own juices from her body. He completed his task by wiping away the dampness between her legs, grasping an ankle and lifting her leg as she did so. Satisfied, he held out the towel for a shadow to whisk away.