What if Hades didn’t kidnap Persephone? What if, instead,
her brother Arion captured the heart of the lord of the Underworld?
Arion enjoys his simple life, even if his mother Demeter can
be overbearing. Unlike his cloistered sister Persephone, Arion can seduce and
fuck at his leisure. But someone has been watching him, someone who can no
longer bear to be only a spectator.
Hades comes out of the shadows, enthralled by Arion’s
beautiful, muscular body and his flashing green eyes. For years, he’s watched
others enjoy Arion, but no more. Hades will make Arion his, no matter what he
has to do to make his gorgeous captive submit.
Arion had no idea what time it was
when he woke. Without the sun, he wouldn’t be able to orient himself down here.
He left his room and wound his way back to the dining room. No one was there
when he entered, but Hades soon came through another door.
“Good morning,” Hades said as he
approached.
Arion bowed. “Lord Hades.”
Hades stopped a couple of feet
away, frowning. “You don’t have to be so formal.”
Arion ignored the remark. “What
must I do to earn the right to go see my family?”
“First off, you can stop being so
hostile. I haven’t harmed you.”
“You’ve ruined my life. I was
content as I was.”
“I heard you talking to Persephone
last night. I’m used to being alone and woke when I heard voices.”
“You shouldn’t have listened.”
“I’d fallen asleep in a chair. It
just happened to be close to your door.” He smiled. “I heard her urge you to
come to my bed. I wish you had.”
Arion didn’t try to hide his ire.
“Don’t eavesdrop on me anymore.”
“I expected to hear you being far
more critical of me.”
“I had to be careful and avoid
upsetting her.”
“So when you said you were holding
out because you didn’t want me to think I could always control you, was that a
lie?”
“Yes. She’s sheltered and probably
thinks this is romantic.” He shook his head. “I’m not going to discuss things
you shouldn’t know about.” Arion turned away and strode toward the door, but it
slammed before he could reach it. He felt Hades close behind him, and the god
pushed him forward to press him against the door. Hades massaged his shoulders
and rubbed against him, his cock hard to ignore as it brushed Arion’s ass.
Arion turned his head to look back
at Hades. “Let me go.”
“Never. Keep acting like this and
it will be years before I let you go back to the surface.” Hades ran his
fingers into Arion’s hair. “I long to touch you all the time.”
“But I don’t want you to touch me.”
“Why do you resist?” Hades turned
Arion in his arms. “You’re torturing me.”
“I’m torturing you? I didn’t seek your favor or attention.”
Hades touched his hair again and
then cupped his face. “I want to taste every inch of you and slide my cock into
you. Make you cry out my name as you come for me.”
“Then you should’ve approached me
as a lover, not a thief.” Arion struggled and got away, but Hades reached out
and grabbed him by the wrist. Arion didn’t fight, knowing he’d lose. He raised
his gaze to Hades’s face.
“I won’t spend eternity apologizing
for what I did. You’re here now, and you are mine. And whether you can admit it
yet or not, you desire me.”
“I’m not your lover. I’m your
captive.”
Hades yanked him closer. One large
hand slid down Arion’s body to fondle his cock. “And you’re hard.”
Arion drew in a sharp breath as
Hades caressed him. He hadn’t realized his body was reacting that way, and he
tried to get away from Hades’s touch. He trembled as Hades backed him against
the table now. The god’s lips touched his ear.
“Make yourself come for me. I want
to see your pleasure.”
Arion tried to respond, but nothing
came out at first. Finally, he said, “No.”
Hades’s dark eyes flashed at him,
flames visible in their depths for a brief moment. “Why not?”
“I won’t be forced.”
“You find me appealing. You said it
yourself. My touch has made you grow hard.” He smiled. “In fact, it seems to me
it’s the forcefulness you respond to.”
“You can think whatever you like.
It doesn’t justify your actions.”
Hades’s hand fell away. “Touch that
beautiful cock for me, and I’ll let you see Persephone today.”
Arion hesitated before looking up.
“Why do you want me to do this?”
“Because I want to see you come for
me alone. For years I’ve watched you with others, spilling your seed freely.
The jealousy nearly consumed me.”
“I won’t perform simply to see my
sister. I can talk to her whenever I wish.” He swallowed. “Unless you’ll deny
me that as punishment.”
“I will never take back any gift I
give you.” Hades backed away now and nodded to the table. “Eat. I’m sure you’re
hungry.”
The shadowy beings came in with
food once again, and Hades turned to leave the room.
“Lord Hades?”
He stopped but didn’t turn around.
“Yes?”
“Please don’t listen to me talk to
Persephone. She’s always been my confidant, and though I must deceive her to save
her worry and pain, I need to know I can talk to her freely. I’ll go crazy down
here without some outlet.”
Hades glanced back at him. “I will
not eavesdrop again.” He gave a curt nod and stalked out.
Arion sat at the table and reached
for a strawberry. He stared at it instead of eating it. Had he angered Hades?
Would a punishment come later? Or perhaps another demand? Arion couldn’t tell
what the man felt, be it wounded pride or some other emotion. He tried to make
himself eat, but he left the room after only a few bites. He wandered the
palace, but he couldn’t find Hades. Eventually he wound up outside. A strange
light did illuminate the landscape around him, but without the sun above him,
he felt gloomy and soon returned to his room to wait for Hades to come to him
again.
