TWENTY-FIVE

Hades looked at her in wonder, as if he couldn't believe she said it. She couldn't believe it either.  But then ever so slowly, his hand went to hold hers. He formed it in a way that would let her hold his girth. And when her palm touched his flesh, she let out a gasp at the same time he let out a soft moan.

Hades moaned just with her touch. And it was what encouraged her to do more. To see more and to hear more of the evidence of his pleasure. Her hands have become brazen and she let herself feel more of him.

He was hard. Rock hard.

"That's it, Guinevere," Hades rasped, and all her logical inhibitions were out the window and what was left was her lust. Her desire. She's letting herself be devoured by it.

Hades was looking at her hand around his length. With his hand still holding hers, he started moving it up and down. The feel of him was warm against her palms. She doesn't understand how she was feeling. She was scared, overwhelmed, excited--all of it comes down to her liking it nevertheless. 

At first, it was slow. As if trying to get her acquainted with it first. But then it started getting faster and she could see his mouth slightly open. Seeing the pleasure on his face, she did it by herself. She started moving her hand up and down his length and she felt him getting harder by the second.

"Am I doing this right?" she asked and Hades let out another moan and a chuckle.

"You know what it's doing to me, Guinevere. Stop asking questions and do what you need to do."

So she did. She used her other hand to cup his balls while her one hand felt his shaft. His hands went back on the armrest and she could see his veins popping and his knuckled getting white as he gripped the armrest hard.

Then he looked down at her as he said, "Use your mouth. Suck it." 

She's done it before and her experience wasn't so pleasant. But for some reason, with just one command from him, she wanted to do it. Just to see him getting pleasure by it.

And she put it in her mouth. His size made her mouth full. She was about to pull back when she felt his hand on the back of her head. Before she could even realize what he wanted to do, he pushed her head down and his tip touched the back of her throat.

She couldn't breathe and she felt like gagging. But before she could even do it, Hades grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her from him. She could still taste him in her mouth and she was breathing hard. But she couldn't care less how nasty or dirty she looked. Her focus was on Hades in his full glory and how he was looking at her with so much desire.

"My lord," she muttered and she wasn't even sure why she was calling him. Is she asking for more? Her body tingled at the thought of more.

He let go of her hair and leaned back on his chair. She took that chance to stand up and walk closer to him. When she was close enough, her hand moved to touch his horn. It was only a light touch and she was very aware of how he was observing her and she was aware of how his manhood twitched with every trace of her finger.

Hades was breathing hard. She could tell by the sound and the heavy rise and fall of his chest. Her finger traced the length of the horn. They were just short as he had retracted most of it but when her hand got to the base, she heard Hades groan and his hand went to grab her wrists.

Their eyes met for a few seconds before he pulled her to sit on his lap. She shifted so that both her knees would be on both his sides and her arms were on his shoulders.

The sight of him and the hardness she could feel in between her legs was enough to send her to the edge.

"Do what you wanted to do," he said, voice tight. He rested his head on the back of the chair and that gave her a view of his neck. It was then that she had the sudden urge to taste it.

It was all against her inhibition. Giving in to the pleasure, that is. But perhaps this place being a sinful one has rubbed off on her. Perhaps what they told her about her deepest desires has finally come to the surface. Because she did not hesitate to lean and kiss his neck. It was light at first but then it traveled from the length of his neck to the base and then his shoulder and then his collarbone. She could feel him tense underneath her and seeing him like that made her want to do more for him. She liked seeing him underneath her, squirming as her mouth did the job.

Then her tongue licked the length of his neck while her hips started to hump on his hardness. There was only a thin piece of fabric that separates her core from his cock and just the thought of it made her hot and wet.

His length was perfect against her and just rubbing herself on him could satisfy her. But she knew it was not going to be enough.

"Guinevere," he muttered at the same time his hands went to touch her bottom, encouraging her to move more. And she obliged. Her face was buried in his neck, sucking the base of it.

Maybe he got sick of it as he grabbed another fistful of her hair making her arch her back. Then she felt his other hand trace her front. The friction of the fabric against her skin as he rubbed it was too much. She could feel the peak of her breasts getting hard and he took his time playing on the underside of her breasts, tracing it with his knuckles.

"Look at you, Guinevere. Look at the expression on your face," he said and in an instant, a mirror appeared behind the chair. Magic or whatever, she doesn't care. She looked at her face and she doesn't recognize the woman in the reflection. It was her—making a very different face than what she normally looks like. The woman in the mirror looked pleased but at the same time, she looked like she wanted more and she wants it given to her.

As if reading her mind, Hades pulled her dress exposing her breasts. They were round and the tips were erect. 

"Hades--my lord, please," she pleaded and she doesn't even know what she was pleading about until she felt her aching breast, longing for his attention.

"Watch how lewd you get when I do this," he said and she felt his warm breath on her breast first before she felt his mouth on the peak of her breast.

She let out a gasp and when she looked at the mirror, her mouth had formed an O. And when she felt his tongue play with her peak her eyes widened.

Hades' hands went to her hips and urged her to kneel. She could even barely do it as her knees were trembling but his hands were strong and sturdy as he kept her upright. Then his hands went to spread her legs wider as he continued to suck on her breast.

A moan escaped her mouth when she felt him graze his teeth.

"You've been wanting this, Guinevere. Admit it," he said and his voice was low and it drove her crazy. Part of her doesn't want to answer just so he could speak again but she bit her nipples so that she let out another moan.

"My lord—"

"Answer me. Admit it. Tell me that you've always wanted this," he said and she closed her eyes firmly when she let out her other breast to suck on.

"I...I—" Did she want it? Hades had shown her many times her deepest desire but did she really want it?

His one arm snaked around her waist to pull her closer and the other traveled downwards until it reached between her legs where she felt the most sensation.

She moved her hips so his fingers would touch her down there but he retreated. A groan of protest came out of her mouth. She was about to lean towards him when suddenly their position changed. Or rather their location.

One moment they were on the chair, and the next moment, they were on the bed—No. She was on the bed and Hades remained on the chair.

She looked at him questioningly and she could see he was already wearing his pants again. She wondered if she was having those hallucinations again or if was she too drunk to comprehend. But she realized it was either of the two. It was not a hallucination as she could see his hardness underneath his pants and it was certainly not because she was drunk. Her drunkenness might have just disappeared the moment she started gagging on his manhood.

"My lord," she said and her eyes traveled from his horns to his desire-filled face, and then to his exposed chest.

"Pleasure yourself in front of me, Guinevere. Since you don't want to admit you want this, then I figured it would be better I see it for myself."

She might have frozen on the bed the moment she heard it.

Hades wants her to pleasure herself.

"But—"

"We agreed you'd agree. Now, do what you're told. Pleasure yourself." His voice was stern. Her mind shouts at her to stop it. To fix her disheveled dress and go out of the room. But her body wanted the opposite. Her body wanted to feel the soft bed. Her eyes wanted to see his face in pleasure. Her hands wanted to touch more of him. Her brain was starting to think it was his hands instead that were touching her. 

So she faced him and asked, "How...How do you want me to do it?"

A smile formed on his face before he said, "Lie down on the bed, Guinevere."

She did as she was told and she lied down. Her toes pointed in his direction—at the bottom of the bed.

"Bend your knees and spread them," he said.

Her face was hot as she followed his orders. She bent her knees and slowly spread them apart. The thin piece of fabric did nothing to hide the evidence of her arousal. She knew her wetness is very visible from where Hades was sitting and yet somehow, the thought of it turns her on even more.

"Not put your hands on your pussy and start rubbing it slowly," he said and she followed. Her hands traveled from her chest to the core where she felt the wetness.

"Rub it, Guinevere."

A moan escaped her mouth the moment she did what he asked. And her fingers were wet from her soaking undergarment.

It felt good.

Despite the protests inside her head, it felt good. Then she started thinking about him above her, his hands on her, thrusting in and out--it was enough to make her moan and gasp. 

The next thing she heard was Hades muttering a curse. She looked at him and the sight instantly made her reach the edge. He had been touching himself whilst watching her. 

Her eyes did not leave the sight as she neared her climax. She continued to do what her hands were doing and arched her back when she reached it. A throaty moan came out of her mouth and it was shameless and erotic. 

When she was done, she lay on the bed, watching the ceiling while breathing hard. When she looked at where Hades was seated, she could see he was breathing hard too. He was looking at her and a satisfied look was on his face. Her eyes traveled down to his exposed chest and stomach and to the bulge on his pants. 

Her eyes widened at the sight and she abruptly got up from the bed. 

Hades was sitting there, breathing hard, the front of his pants wet from his release. 

"You...you came?" 

He rested his head on the back of his hand before he said, "Seeing you pleasuring yourself while thinking it was me who was touching you--who wouldn't cum from that, Guinevere?"