TWENTY-TWO

“Then prepare yourself,” she heard him say and she had just stopped breathing. She isn’t sure what was going to happen next but she knew what she asked for. She’s just not certain if Hades was going to give it.

But she jolted on the bed when she felt his lips on her skin, at the base of her neck. He planted a dangerously gentle kiss there and then his mouth traveled up to the length of her neck and to her earlobe.

A whimper came out of her mouth and but she clamped her lips as immediately as she could. Hades’ hand have become daring. It was exploring the length of her legs first and then going closer in between her legs but not daring to go in at all. It was frustrating and she hates that she felt frustrated.

“I…I can’t,” she muttered and Hades stilled above her. His mouth stopped nipping at her earlobe and his hand stopped on her thigh just above her knee.

“My lord, please—“ A gasp cut her from talking more when she felt him kiss again. This time, his lips went from her ears to her jaws. And his hands—god heavens—his hands have become bolder and are now a few centimeters away from her core.

She then found her body arching at the pleasure and the anticipation of what his hands could do. As if her hands have a mind of their own, they went to touch his chest. It was meant to stop him, or tell him to slow down, or maybe to tell him to go fast—she doesn’t know. The pleasure building up inside her was swift and yet not missing a single nerve in her whole being. She felt like she was set on fire.

Then Hades’ other hand grabbed her both hands to pin them above her head. His hand was big and it was easy for him to hold her wrist and pin it on the bed at the same time.

“Don’t interfere,” he said in a low voice that didn’t make her feel scared but made her feel an entirely different kind of feeling. Hearing it makes her want to hear it more. She wants him to talk more.

And then a gasp came out of her once again when she realized his hand have played with the waistband of her undergarment.

“My lord—“

“You want this, right?” he asked and slightly paused.

Does she want this? Does she really want this? She could push him. She could tell him not to do it and threaten her own life so he won’t do it. But as she opened her eyes and looked at his face, she found him looking down at her. His expression was unreadable but it was dark. Dark with desire. The god of the underworld is desiring her.

She knows it’s not something she should be proud of and it’s not something that should make her feel special but seeing his face, seeing the pleasure etched on them as his fingers were doing lazy strokes on her thighs…it was what undid her.

“I…I’m scared,” she said. Her will to keep strong and not let him see her being vulnerable was out the window. She was scared for some reason she doesn’t know. Was she scared that Hades is going to hurt her? Or was she scared that Hades will stand and leave her there?

But he was looking at her as though he knows exactly what she was scared of. As if he knows exactly how to remove it.

Then his palm cupped the center of her thigh and she let out a gasp and her eyes widened at the sudden contact. Her wetness was undeniable and Hades felt it over the fabric of her undergarment.

He was looking at her as his fingers continue to play on her clit and the friction of the fabric was enough to keep the pleasure from building up. She was about to clench her legs but Hades used his legs to part hers, not letting her close them. His grip on her wrists tightened, making sure she won’t escape.

The pleasure was too much that she arched her body as she let out a throaty moan. She was certain the sound was not contained inside the chamber but she couldn’t care less. What she cared more about was the pleasure that Hades was making her feel.

“Look at me, Guinevere,” he said and the way his voice sounded was so commanding that she did not dare defy it. She looked at him and he looked at her face while his fingers played on the fabric.

“Look at that lewd face you’re having right now,” he said, his voice even lower and more dangerous. “Look at you liking the strokes of my finger. Do you want more?” he asked and he hates that he had to ask. He knows exactly what she wants and he knows she wants more.

“I want to hear you say it, Guinevere. Do you want more?” he asked again and she was breathing hard beneath him. She felt him breathing hard too.

“I… my lord—“ Her sentence was cut by her own moan when his thumb found the bundle of nerves on the apex of her thigh. Her back arched once again as though it has a mind of its own.  

“Say it,” he said, pushing his hand as though to make an emphasis.

“I want it,” she muttered, and then another throaty moan came out of her mouth as his hand continued. “I want more of it. Please give it to me.”

It was shameful. It was not her. But the pleasure was too blinding. It was too good that she couldn’t help herself but want more of it.

“Good girl,” he whispered and in an instant, she felt her undergarment being ripped from her. It only took him just a pull and she was naked below him. Whimpering in pleasure.

“You’re so ready, Guinevere. So fucking ready,” he said as he traced a finger on her core.

Then his hand went to travel upwards, touching the sheer fabric of her dress that was close to getting removed. When his hand got to the neckline, he grabbed it and pulled it down, freeing her breast.

She shivered when the cold air touched her peak but at the same time, she felt hotter. Hades was looking at her exposed breast as though it was the only thing that mattered.

Another gasp came out of her when his finger flicked the peak of her breast. It was just a slight touch—as though to see what her reaction would be. She bit her lip as she looked down and she couldn’t help but marvel at how naked she was beneath him while he was still fully clothed.

All of a sudden, his mouth closed on the peak of her breast which made her jolt. Her back arched when she felt his tongue playing with his breast and then sucking it like it was his last meal.

Hades was wild. He was not merciful as he continued to pleasure her clit and suck her nipples at the same time. His hand loosened on her wrists and maybe he intended to let her go. Maybe he knew she wasn’t going to protest.

He was right. She didn’t.

Her fingers buried themselves in the lush of his hair, grabbing a fistful when she felt him insert a finger.

“My lord—“ Another moan interrupted her as he started moving his fingers in and out. His thumb found the bundle of nerves once again and he rubbed it, causing her to squirm and grab his hair harder. She doesn’t know if she wanted to push him or pull him closer but then release tore into her and her chamber echoed the moan she let out.

She exploded and she felt like she could see stars. Her eyes rolled back and she was pushing and pulling Hades as he continued to pump her with his fingers, faster this time.

“That’s it,” he said and the words of affirmation undid her again that she must have let out a cry rather than a moan.

She could hear the squelching sound of his fingers against her wetness and his face contorting in pleasure was too much. She came and she coated his fingers.

He stayed there for a while before she took his finger out and she let out a whimper when she saw how soaked his fingers are. Her eyes were droopy and she was tired. She could still feel her legs trembling slightly with the aftermaths of the pleasure.

Then Hades took his fingers to his mouth and licked it clean all the while still staring at her. She swallowed hard at the sight and she felt her legs pooling once again.

Hades must have noticed her arousal that he let out a smirk and said, “That’s enough for today.”

Her eyes followed his hand as it went to touch the bulge on his pants. She swallowed hard at the size of the bulge and it was a struggle to take her gaze back to his face.

“I expect you return the favor, Guinevere,” he said.

She blinked and then she couldn’t see him on the bed. She looked around and saw Hades sitting in the corner of the chamber. He looked like he was sitting there for a long time. And when her eyes turned to the door, a gasp came out of her when she saw Cerberus watching while drinking some tea.

It didn’t take her long to realize what just happened. She looked at herself and she could see she was naked on top of the bed. She was naked while these two men watched. Her eyes went to Hades and she saw how he licked his fingers off.

Was it another hallucination?

But it was real. It was so real. She felt the center of her thighs wet and aching. She could feel his mouth on her breast. It happened. But why…

“It did happen,” answered Hades as though reading my expression. “You were just not aware of your surroundings that you did notice Cerberus was watching.” He stood and looked at her.

“Sleep well, Guinevere.”