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Hades stood at the entrance of the underworld eagerly waiting for the return of her beloved.
She gazed at the beautiful forest infront of her in awe. The lush canopies and foliage were just a reminder that even the Mother Earth herself revelled in the company of her wife. The wife she was eagerly awaiting the return of. Any second now she would be able to see Demeter bringing her Persephone to her.
In all the millenia it hadn’t become easier to part with Persephone for the duration of Spring and Summer. It was the price she would pay to make her wife happy - it was important that she could still connect to her literal roots and her mother.
It was not lost on Hades how desolate the Underworld became when Persephone left. It was already the place of literal death - but her wife always seemed to make it warm. Not just for Hades, but also every soul.
She spied two figures walking toward the cave. Hades’ heartbeat thrummed - the anticipation of seeing her love was sending her into overdrive.
She saw Demeter first. Much to her disappointment. The Goddess of Harvest had a healthy glow on her - as she walked the ground unfurled all sorts of beautiful flora. Slightly behind her was Persephone - dressed in a pomegranate red dress that clung to all her heavenly curves. Her chestnut hair was in loose waves that stopped just below her navel. Those beautiful green eyes, and soft pink lips. Hades was scared to put this thought out in the cosmos, but her wife’s beauty could rival Aphrodite herself. She had missed that face. That body. That spirit. All things that were the essence of her love, her Persephone.
She was so caught up ogling at her love that the Goddess of the Underworld hadn’t realised that Persephone had bid her mother farewell and was walking towards her. When Persephone was a mere few steps away Hades dashed forward, picking Persephone up bridal style. Her wife giggled at the actions of the eager God. She heard her mother in law chuckle at her antics. She nodded at her in acknowledgement.
“Missed me that much, huh?” Persephone smiled.
“You have no idea how much, my darling.” Hades whispered, catching her wife’s lips for a slow, searing kiss. It had been 6 months since she had done this - but it felt like a whole eternity. She walked her wife into the cave that seemed to be warmer and brighter than when she had come up. She chalked it up to the woman in her arms. The underworld always knew when their queen returned.
Charon always ignored the antics of the two wives. For his discretion, the Goddess of the Underworld always slipped a generous sum of drachmae. So while Hades kissed her wife’s neck, and whispered sweet nothings into her wife’s ear, the ferryman looked ahead. Secretly he was happy for his Queens. There had been a time when the Goddess of the Underworld was alone; stuck and isolated. Left to deal with death while the rest of the Gods revelled on Mount Olympus. That had changed the moment his Queen had seen Persephone.
Cerberus was of course a traitor, Hades thought. The three headed menace would always change favourites as soon as she saw her mother. Hades swore whenever the pup saw Persephone that tail doubled in wagging speed. Persephone of course ran to the beast of a dog, patting all three heads and earning a slobber of drool as a welcome gift from the overly eager creature. The black hound rolled over and showed her mother her stomach, Hades simply shook her head at the dog’s antics. Again, it was not lost on Hades how much her wife breathed life back into the realm of the dead. She went behind her wife and wrapped her arms around her. Smiling down at her little (big because Cerbs was massive) family.
Before she had left to get Persephone, Hades had personally arranged an assortment of fruits, cheeses, breads and dips to greet her darling in the throne room as a welcome back.
“You spoil me, my love” Persephone said. Hades just drew her closer and kissed the side of her forehead.
She wanted her wife to have energy for the next part of the evening. With that pomegranate red dress on, and her curves out on full display, it had taken Hades all her restraint not to tear it off her wife as soon as they had closed the castle doors. Wars would be started for her wife’s beauty; but for now her hands would go to a better use of pleasuring her love instead.
It was as if Persephone could read her mind because she finished what she was eating and stood up. She walked slowly. Hades swore her wife was talking her time, swinging her hips a little more, just for her.
“You know, after a milenia, I can read you like a book, my love” Persephone husked, leaning toward the Goddess of the Underworld, her cleavage on full display.
That was all it had taken for Hades. Usually the temperate God had enviable restraint - just not when it came to her wife. Hades’ pulled her wife, and manoeuvred them so Persephone now sat on the throne.
The throne itself was made out of obsidian and forged with red jewels after she’d met Persephone. Against the jaggedness of the rock, her wife looked ethereal. Her warm, golden skin glowing against the harshness of her throne. Hades couldn’t wait to devour her in the best way.
Hades kneeled before her wife. She stared up into the deep green eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.
“My darling, Queen Consort of Death, please let me properly welcome you back to your home. As another welcome home gift, please sit on your throne and claim your right to the Underworld,” the Goddess murmured against her wife’s thigh. Her hand palmed the silky fabric of Persephone’s dress.
“Of course by throne, I mean my face, my love” Hades simply stated. Persephone moaned in response. That was all it took, and Hades ripped the dress, revealing the black lacy lingerie Persephone had on underneath. Lingerie, Hades mused, may be one of her most beloved mortal invention. She’d even wore Hades’ favourite colour, black.
Her hands glided over silky thighs, pushing them apart, as she slowly kissed and licked her way up to her wife’s apex. She could smell her arousal. It had been six months since she had tasted her wife’s sweet ambrosia. She clenched her own thighs in anticipation. Persephone thrusted towards her, so Hades would have a better angle of her. Hades’ own hand trailed to her wife’s delicate collar bone. She stroked it before trailing her fingers south, just to the delicate peak of rosy flesh already hard in anticipation.
Hades kissed up her wife’s body, finally licking her wife’s areola. “I can’t decide whether I like tasting you with or without lace, darling” the Goddess moaned. The sensation of the lace and her beloved skin on her tongue was exquisite. Beneath her, Persephone was writhing. To the Consort, her wife needed to take her. Now. So she wrapped her arms around Lady Death’s head, pulling her closer to her breasts. In return her love had chuckled and nibbled on her nipple, her other hand tweaking the other peak. All Persephone could do was moan. It had been too long since those lips had deliciously wrapped around her.
Hades free hand reached between her and her wife, sliding between Persephone’s thighs. She made quick work of the lace panties, moving them to the side to feel her wife’s sweet essence. Both Goddesses moaned as Hades’ fingers started to rub Persephone’s clit. The tips of her fingers coated her wife’s cum. Hades stopped all her ministrations, eyes locking with her wife’s; her expression wonton. Hades leaned into her wife’s face, connecting their lips so Persephone could taste herself. Her hand went back to rub her clit. Why need Mount Olympus when this was everything Hades needed, the Goddess mused.
It didn’t take long for her darling to come. Hades didn’t blame her - she too would come undone in mere seconds if her wife touched her. But this wasn’t about Hades’ pleasure - it was about Persephone’s. Hades grabbed her wife’s thighs and pulled her forward once more - her lips descended to kiss her wife’s clit and suck on it. She could feel Persephone’s fingers sliding into her inky black hair, blunt nails scraping her scalp. She licked her wife’s cunt clean, lapping all of her up with abandon. Persephone had started to thrust her hips, grinding onto Hades’ face. Her wide wetness was coating her lips, and chin, and boy oh boy was Hades enjoying it.
“Baby, I’m about to come” Persephone moaned. Hades continued lapping up her wife, who writhed in pleasure as she descended to a state of absolute nirvana. Her moans, and sighs were music to the Underworld Queen’s ears. Once her wife had finished, Hades placed one final kiss on her wife’s clit, and pulled away. She wiped her mouth and chin on her robes, and clicked her fingers so they transported to her their bathroom.
Hades carefully took off both of their clothes and turned on the massive shower. She made quick work washing herself and even washed Persephone’s long hair for her, taking her time to kiss and hold her as much as she could. She gazed at her wife’s body, and felt her clit throb as well. She hadn’t come - yet. Her wife would make sure she would soon. For now though, she wanted to hold Persephone in bed. When they had washed, they dried themselves and got into their sleeping robes. They were both black, and the softest cotton that Persephone had been able to find. They were matching - a gift from Persephone that Hades only wore scarcely because those clothes were precious to her.
Once in the massive bed, Hades wrapped her arms around her wife, burying her nose and lips into Persephone’s hair. She knew she’d have the best sleep tonight because she was finally with her love. She held her wife a little tighter. It might have just begun to be winter in the mortal realm, but the Underworld had just gotten their spring - their Queen Consort, the reason the whole realm would now plunge into celebration, was back.
She felt the bed dip once more. Cerberus had shapeshifted and taken the form of a three headed black Doberman puppy. She would only do this when Persephone came back. Even the dog wanted to be close to the Queen Consort. Hades wondered who would be guarding the Gates of Hell, but she was certain that something would have been arranged.
With that thought, Lady Death descended into the sweetest slumber. Surrounded by her little family.