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Persephone, while trembling, was still so turned on at how his cock was firmly deep inside of her. Her lips met his with eagerness, body surely should have been exhausted, but she only craved him more. "Where to first, Brad?" she grinned at him, "I promise to help you clean up, my hero." Her hips rolled onto his. As she leaned down again, she whispered in his ear, "And you've yet to taste your goddess."

It was enough to just lie there like that, a jumble of arms and legs and crushed thighs on the floor.  Still holding his cock deep inside of her … Brad meant what he’d said about never letting Sephone’s pussy out of his sight again … he laughed along with her, tenderly kissing those taunting lips over and over.  The absurdity of it all, and the unmitigated fucking hotness of it all, having banged her right here in his own living room within hours of setting eyes on her for what could only be the first time in millennia, was undeniably arousing.  And comical. “The bed.  The shower.  The kitchen.  Damn, Seph, this place is going to be a shambles when the munchkin comes home tomorrow.”

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Persephone cried out, her back arching as he pounded into her just as he told her to cum. Her body tensed tightly before releasing violently, feeling her climax coming over her in waves, drowning her with each movement as he continued to fuck her, her body trembling under the orgasm. She could feel him inside of her, her slick sex tight around him as he came inside of her. 

   When the sound of the couch echoed around the room, she cried out again, eyes wide, feeling him on top of her before she was on top of him, her pussy down to the hilt in his cock. Her hands were on his chest, panting as she looked down at him, her hips still moving on their own accord against him, "--I guess we'll have to use the bed, then," she leaned down, kissing him, her teeth tugging at his bottom lip as she felt her body still zinging from her orgasm.

"Yes, angel!" Brad roared at the top of his lungs, arms grabbing on to her legs, using them for leverage as he jackhammered in and out of Persephone as hard and fast as he could, bent on nothing so much as meeting her in climax. "I’m not letting this pussy out of my sight again," he promised her, a wolfish grin before he raked his teeth over her delicate clavicle. "I’m cumming, Seph.  I’m cumming for you.  With you … Fuck … Do it for me.  Meet me half way, babe.  NOW!”  He threw back his head, powerful hips shuddering in short, strong strokes as he blew the first salvo of hot white cum deep inside of her, bent over, her mouth at his jaw, his on her neck, their bodies wrapped up in each other, shaking with simultaneous orgasm.  And just when she was milking his dick and he was filling her full to bursting with his seed … the goddamn couch broke.

There was a loud crack…and a tumble of entwined bodies fell sideways to the floor…

With a loud ‘Oof!’ he landed on top of her, rolled over onto the floor and the impact enough to force him even further into her cunt.

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Persephone gave him a slightly fiery little glare, "--I can't help how tight I am-- fuck..." she moaned, hearing as the chair beneath them started to feel like it may break. God, his mortal was impressive. Her nails clawed down his back as she felt her body tighten even more around his thick shaft, her lips kissing behind his ear, down his neck as she answered, "Cum in my pussy, like you've been craving for centuries, my hero..."

   Her body couldn't handle the pleasure. One of her hands slipped into his hair,tugging harshly as her hips arched up into his, crying out again as she felt herself on the brink of cumming, her nails digging into his back hard. Somehow, though, she knew he was nowhere near done with her, and she couldn't help but think about getting him hard again.

"This … Fuck, Seph!  Stop squeezing me like that or I’m going to bust one out too soon … This is how I wanted to take you … always wanted.  With you at my mercy at last," he grunted, arms locked at either side of the suddenly submissive goddess’s head as he pumped his cock in and out of her, slowly at first, but picking up speed like a freight train, their journey embarked on course to ecstasy.  He wasn’t going to last.  He couldn’t.  He’d been dying to cum inside of her for what seemed an eternity and now that he finally had Sephone’s body wrapped around him, her legs bouncing on his shoulders, her heeled feet stuck straight up in the air, those long legs spread wide and her face panting against his own with every wild thrust, he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. 

Knowing this, Brad plowed right through the pain of his muscles buzzing with pain from the unnatural onslaught of such frantic fucking, slamming into Seph so hard and fast, the old, reliable couch beneath them shuddered and squeaked, the legs at the far end rising and falling back to the floor with a rude crack of wood and the sound of something splintering. “Angel,” he whimpered against her face, burrowing into her neck and throat as she whimpered in shock, the final straw when it came to Brad’s self-control. “I won’t last much longer.  Tell me how you want it.  I can’t carry on like this.  It’s been … it’s been three years since I was last with a woman.  I’m ready to blow like goddamned Old Faithful.  Where … ugh! … Where do you want me to cum?”

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Persephone was so shocked at how well he manipulated her body, looking up at him as he slowly fucked her, making her start to beg him just as he started speaking, "I may have a slight idea," she replied cooly, watching as he slid into her. Her next words goaded him on, surprisingly filthy for coming out of such a goddess' mouth. 

   His sudden thrust left her panting, her flexible body at his will as he warned her about how he intended to fuck her. Her arms raised up wrapping around his neck as he started to move, making her cry out as she looked up at him with hooded, lusty, desperate eyes.

"As if you … mmmpf … as if you could ever doubt it?," Brad replied as, satisfied, he lifted her, lifted them both, rolling over until the tables were tu rned and it was Seph, still stuck to his cock like glue, beneath her impassioned hero.  His belt whipped around one ankle, jerking her legs wide open, spreading them out to form a ‘V’ against the chiseled landscape of his chest, her knees at his shoulders, bent over them, her ass elevated off the couch. The better to get at her sweet little pussy.  

He had no intentions of going at it slow, but just to drive her crazy, his first stroke from this new and novel vantage point was slow.  Languid.  As the head of his cock speared into her, he let out a grunt in equal parts relief and fresh torment. “Do you … Fuuuuck! … Do you have any idea what your tight little cunt does to me, Seph?” he talked dirty, filthy things to her as inch after inch slid in, letting her walls open, only to close in around him, clamping down and pulling him in deeper. “I’ve never felt anything like it.  It’s like a fist.  A second mouth.  I’m going to nail you to these cushions but Zeus alone knows how long I can hold on.  It won’t take long, sweetheart.  Not after being hard for you … for years.  For my whole damn life.  Ugh!”  He shoved into her all the way, their abdomens meeting, bodies shuddering in tandem as he bottomed out in Persephone. “Hold on, angel.  I mean to ride you hard.”

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 The goddess looked down into his eyes, lips pressing together as she felt him slamming up into her. "All mine? What a gift..." she purred, managing to keep her voice smooth through the absolute pleasure she was feeling. Her body leaned down, hips moving faster as they rocked against his, her lips brushing against his ear, "Do you want to fuck your goddess into this couch, hero? Show me who's in control?" she asked, a smirk in her voice, suppressing another whimper as she rolled her hips over his, feeling her climax building further. 

"And vice versa, every … every fucking inch, just for you," Brad howled back, bucking up against Persephone’s downward thrusts with equal force, blue eyes afire as they feasted on the sight of her beautiful tits bouncing up and down, her hair wild and her tight little cunt eating his cock alive, over and over and over again to the staccato beat of their two bodies slapping together.  It was both an answer to her confession as well as a promise.  Tonight, every orgasm, every moan and whimper of delight, every toe-curling moment of ecstasy was for her.  To give her something better than what she’d had.  To show her that Brad alone could provide it.  To worship Seph’s body like the sexual goddess she was.  Aphrodite didn’t have shit on this.

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Sephone was hardly surprised when he moved her hand aside, watching his arm move as he toyed with her body. Her body continued to writhe, hips moving proudly against his, letting out a small whimper as he spoke of her husband and the lack of claim he had on the goddess. "Just you," she nodded, looking down as her hips lifted and fell, tight around his cock as she felt her wet sex start to build up. God, if Hades heard what this mortal was saying-- but her thoughts were cut off with a moan she made, raking her fingers through her hair.

Brad noticed the movement between Sephone’s legs, her fingers gone to her clit to help her along towards a rocketing climax.  But he couldn’t have that.  She may be on top but he’d be damned if he let anything get her off tonight save his own body and every last muscle he could employ into making her goddamn gorgeous toes curl.  He reached for her, pulling her fingers aside only to replace them with his, rough and hardened from years of hard work and toil. “This is mine, and don’t you forget it.  You don’t belong to Hades anymore, Seph.  He has no claim on you.  And I want to be the one to worship you tonight.  Just me.”

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 Persephone's hands reached for his shoulders, her body lifting again before she moved back down, her hips slowly starting to gyrate on his shaft. She let out a cry, her lips moving down to his as her hands slid to his neck, her thighs flexing as she started to ride him. "Always," she replied, biting his lower lip. One of her hands left his skin to move to her own clit, starting to rub it as she trembled from pleasure. Her body tightened and relaxed at every movement, going slowly, almost teasing him.

Brad growled, impatient as she primed his cock with her thighs, the feel of her fingers so sublime it damn near made him cum at a touch.  But not yet.  Not for a long time, still.  There were too many feelings, too much longing and loss and heartache and pain and hope to be spent inside this woman, this goddess.  Her hero wouldn’t let her down.  Not tonight least of all. “You’ve got me, love,” he swore into her open mouth, a gasp hitched when she bottomed out on him. “Do with me whatever you want.  For now.  Remind me of how it used to be.  What I’ve been missing for so long.  Ride me, my goddess.  Greet your hero back home where he belongs.  Always, forever between these legs.  Inside you.”

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Persephone felt the tightening of the belt, and it caused her to moan, pulling her body down onto him, feeling as her clit touched his skin, making her whimper again as he kissed at her neck, her head tilting to the side as far as she could with the belt tight around her throat. Love. Something she found hard to hear, even when her husband tried to say it. Whenever Hades spoke the word, he seemed to find it difficult, as if he wasn't sure himself. Yet, when Brad, or Theseus, or whoever he was now said it, he was so firm, so sure. It made her want him more. Her hips lifted, before plunging right back down onto him, his body completely submerging her. "I need you," she whispered, "Please..."

Instinctively, as she slid down his shaft with agonizing slowness, Brad’s hold on the belt around her neck tightened, knuckles white, muscles reflexively tugging, pulling her down, not satisfied until she met the hilt and their naked groins ground together.  This was completion.  This was what he needed.  This was … Fuck.  It was so much better than even his wildest dreams. “This is how I remember you best,” he murmured, lips trailing over her neck and down her throat, blazing a trail as hot as the scorching desire of Sephone’s thighs closing in on him like a vise. ” Impaled on me.  Taking what you need but giving me back everything in return.  Even when I was helpless, you allowed me to love you.  I still do, Seph.”

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Persephone was on a high-- she couldn't handle how all of her senses were being overwhelmed, and she was a goddess for fuck's sake! Her blood was pumping through her immortal veins at such a pace she felt she might faint. The memories flooded back to her as she saw that look in his eyes, but instead of helplessness, she only saw the dominance, the lust. When he'd broken free from Hades' underworld, she'd been both happy for him and miserable-- her hero was gone. Not anymore. Her lips met his as her knees propped themselves up on either side of his lap, her hand reaching down to stroke him, finding him already so hard, as she rubbed the tip of his cock against her soaking folds, slowly sinking her hot sex onto him.

"Seph … Gods, Sephone," he grunted, pushing her back, forcing her hips up off his abdomen, her slick, ready, and so fucking warm pussy willed away from the cock that needed to be inside of her, to claim her as his own again.  But Theseus would have it his way.  The way he’d been dreaming of for so long.  The same way she’d taken him the last time they’d been together.  Lifetimes ago.  Kingdoms had risen and fallen, empires collapsed into dust and the world changed in a thousand different ways but this … she … had to be found precisely as he’d left her. "Ride me."  It was a command, but the thunder of desire which reverberated through every syllable was a plea.  That of a man captive again, not by Hades’ connivance but by his wife’s seduction. 

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 Her heart jumped when she felt the leather of the belt slipping over her body, letting out a groan as he tugged her forward by her neck, making her feel totally and instantly his. Her stomach flipped as he spoke to her, her eyes meeting his as his cock slid between her wet folds, a whimper escaping her lips, though she refused to look away. “Missed you so much, my hero—” a gasp, “—you own me, don’t you know? You have your goddess wrapped around your strong-willed finger.”

Brad groaned, his entire body gone rigid with anticipation beneath Persephone, as if every muscle and bone and sinew were an extension of the cock her impromptu strip tease had worked to a hardened frenzy. The belt around her back slid upwards, over her shoulder and round her neck. An insistent tug forced her lithe body down onto his, a roll of his hips sliding Brad's shaft from base to tip between her folds, lubricating him with Sephone's own juices. "Has this missed me, too? Have you felt empty all these centuries without me filling you like Hades could only dream about? I am yours, my goddess. Always have been. Always will be."

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