Undying Lust

He could do nothing but breathe in her scent and feel the warmth from her skin, as she rested against him. He still had no idea how he got lucky so long ago, he had accepted that his life would have been a solitary one, until that day; he heard her sing, after that, he was hers body and soul.

"Besides," She said breaking the moment of awe, he was having; as she leaned back he chest rising before him like a temptation before she leaned forward again, "It was a good time for a strawberry break," She said as she took the chocolate covered fruit into her mouth.

He couldn't help but laugh. "You are quite fond of those,"

She obscured her mouth with her hand as she spoke. "They're not pomegranates but," she placed the rest of the fruit into her mouth. "But they are a close second. Besides" She swallowed before she leaned back once again offering her bountiful chest to him.

Arousal was already stirring his blood, he had just decided to take one of her breasts into his mouth when she leaned forward once more. Instantly liquid chocolate fell from the fruit in her hand and onto her breasts' the dark droplets that rested against her pale skin only made his mouth water.

"You can't do that with pomegranates."

She gently pressed the chocolate covered strawberry to his mouth. "Indeed you can't," he replied as he took a bite from the tart fruit. She popped the rest into her own mouth. He really didn't take the time to appreciate the treat, she fed him. He rapidly chewed his offering and swallowed it before he placed his mouth were he really wanted it to be.

He suckled on the soft flesh of her breasts as he lapped up the streaks of chocolate. He ran his tongue along her breasts licking up the chocolate while at other points he latched on to her chests just to leave his mark. She pried him away from her chest by forcing her chocolate covered fingers into his mouth and shoving his head back until it rested against the recliner. She smiled downed at him while her other hand snaked down between them, and took hold of his shaft. Her grip on him made his body tense.

"See I told you that you would rise to the occasion." She removed her fingers and kissed him passionately as she rubbed the head of his shaft at her entrance. He could feel her wetness and her heat beckoning him. He tried to answer the sirens call by shifting his hips, but she was in control she adjusted her ride always keeping him at the entrance but never letting him in.

He could only growl his frustration into her mouth as she teased him.

That seemed to be what she wanted because in one easy stroke he was within her, her heat and slickness coating him, all the while the tightness of her walls strengthened their grip around him. He could only groan and rest his head against her chest revealing in the feeling of her around him. She was in full control now. She grinded and shifted her hips in a rhythm that only she could hear, it was a slow and steady rhythm, one that was all about enjoying the journey rather than the destination.

She leaned back and supported herself by bracing the arms of the recliner. It gave him an opportunity to run his hands all over her smooth skin, he loved the feel of her beneath his hands. However, this position gave her the freedom of movement, allowing her to exaggerate the intensity of her movements.

"Oh that reminds me, I've got to show you, a neat little tick I've learned," She said breathlessly, "from the classes I have been taking with our daughter."

With a simply shift of her weight she made her stomach muscles flow as though they were the waves of the ocean, he gasped at the sensation that rocketed up his spine.

"Thank Macaria, and thank belly dancing." He barely managed to groan when she suddenly stopped waving her stomach and began to vibrate her hips, the pleasure was like a wildfire that burned at the base of his spine, it left a blazing path, before it struck the base of his skull and raked tendrils of pleasure through his brain.

This was too much for his control, with a hard shove he pushed himself off the recliner; he wrapped his arms around his queen while she wrapped herself around him. He quickly hooked his arms under her knees and took hold of her hips, so that he thrust into her from where he stood. It had been a long time since he carried her like this in his arms and made love to her. Though, love was a relative term seeing how she had stirred his blood, now it was more primal.

Normally he could hold this position and continue to thrust into her until pleasure took them both into oblivion, but this was not one of those times. He needed to press her against something: like a tree, or a wall, anything so he could come at her with reckless abandon. However, the closest wall was still some distance away from them. The table was an option, but his instincts and the tight feeling around him, quickly dismissed it. Therefore, he did the only think his pleasure-addled brain could think to do. He did an about-face and deposited her, back into the recliner.

Without breaking the connection between them, he laid her into the recliner, while he hitched her legs onto his shoulder her toes grazing the back of his head, but he didn't care, he pulled back and plunged into her, as far as her body would let him go. She gasped as he entered her so forcefully but soon it turned into groans as he picked up the pace and bucked into her.

He was no longer a man, just an animal stuck in rut and he would find that void of pleasure only with his mate. This primal mating was affecting his queen as well. Her hands were moving and shifting scratch, grazing, and groping. He could feel the trail that her hands were traveling. From his thighs, to his backside where she made sure to get a firm grip on him while she encouraged his rhythm until they finally reached his back. All the while he watched her full breasts that undulate with the motion of his thrusts before suckled, kissed, and groped them. He kissed her mouth and made his mouth nearly imitate his lower half.

He knew the moment she began to crest the peak of pleasure because she dug her nails into his back. He knew that she was drawing blood from him but it only added to the pleasure he felt coursing through him. He could feel the pleasure swirling in his head like a gathering thunderstorm preparing to strike. This only urged him on. He listened to the slapping sounds of flesh, slowly being drowned out by the little hitches in his wife's voice as they grew louder and louder, until.

"Oh'...MY'...GOD!!!" was all she managed to scream before she sank her teeth into her shoulder.

This added pain from her teeth and her steel grip on his manhood was the trigger for the lightning to strike. He was thrown into the void of oblivion as he howled and emptied himself inside her.

Her head dropped back as she attempted to catch her breath, her sweat dampened hair clung to forehead making intricate patterns. He kissed her forehead before he rested his against hers, as sweet bliss radiated through them. He looked into her glazed eyes that were doing their best to regain their focused, even as drained and satisfied as she was, she couldn't help but grin at him. This only made him chuckle slightly before he groaned, since her inner muscles still milked what was left of him.

"I don't think I will ever get tired of you my flower."

"You better not," she said as she gripped him again.

He could only laugh with her until the sound of the door sliding open caught their attention.

"Oh my God!" came a high-pitched shriek, "Every time!"

"What is it child," purred another voice, "Oh my, I'm sorry are we interrupting."

He sighed he didn't even bother turning around he recognized both voices. "No, you are not."

"You better let me up; I should go talk to our Daughter."

"Good idea."

They rose to their feet, with a snap of his fingers, smoke appeared, emanating from the floor, it billowed around them as it climbed up their bodies, the smoke slowly swaddled their bodies before, the smoke stopped moving and became a solid mass. He and his Queen were once again fully dressed. He in his black suit pants and his buttoned up charcoal grey suit shirt, she in a simple flowing black dress.

They turned their attention to their guest who curtsied before them. "Lord Hades, Lady Persephone."

"Aphrodite," he nearly spat the word at the beautiful woman who stood before them. She was dressed in the latest fashion. She smiled at them that coy smile she always had.

"Hades, please be civil."

"I make no promises," he said as he kissed her hand and watched her walked past Aphrodite.

"Melinoe sweetie" he heard her call, as she stepped out of the room.

Hades took a seat in the very recliner; he had made love to his queen in and waited as Aphrodite took a seat as well.

"I must admit I am surprised,"

"What, that I actually have sex. I am still a male Aphrodite."

"That, I knew and expected," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, "No what surprises me is the fact that you were having sex with your wife. Most of the other men of our acquaintance, have taken a lover, or two, or two thousand by now. You on the other hand have bedded the same women for Eons, despite what the rumors say. Why haven't you sought the pleasures of another woman?"

"We are not here to discuss, the status of my fidelity to my wife, you came here to discuss something."

She pouted because she was not going to get anything more from him, "Very well."

She began to speak but he only half listened, as he turned the question she asked in his mind. There were two reasons he didn't seek out the pleasures of another woman. The first was something he would never discuss, the second was that he loved her, he loved her from the moment he heard her singing in the meadow. That day so long ago, it was that love that fueled his lust for her and he promised her that he would love her until the stars fell from the sky. So, his lust would forever be undying.