The God of Underworld - Chapter 213
213: Chapter 57 213: Chapter 57 Aphrodite lay beneath Hades, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and raw need as he loomed over her, his powerful frame casting a shadow in the dim glow of her chamber.
The air hummed with the scent of ancient stone and her own mounting arousal, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that claimed every inch of her mouth.
She tasted the underworld on his tongue-dark, commanding, possessive-as he pinned her down, his hands gripping her wrists with unyielding strength.
Despite being the goddess of desire, Aphrodite felt exposed, her inexperience making her tremble under his expert assault, yet her body arched toward him, desperate to match his brutal rhythm.
Hades pulled back just enough to growl, “You’re mine now, Aphrodite.
All of you.” His voice rumbled like thunder, sending shivers through her core.
She whimpered, but then she thought, just how many lovers he had in the past?
Her jealousy flared hot in her chest-how many others had felt this?
How many had he broken with that same fierce hunger?
But that envy only stoked her submission, making her hips buck against him involuntarily.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice shaky as she stared into his piercing eyes, “take me, Hades.
I am yours.” Her words spilled out in a rush, fueled by the ache between her thighs.
He smirked, his hand sliding down to tear at her gown, the fabric ripping with a sharp sound that echoed off the marble walls.
Aphrodite’s breath hitched as cool air hit her bare skin, her nipples hardening instantly under his gaze.
She felt the weight of his dominance, his fingers digging into her flesh, marking her as his territory.
Hades wasted no time, his mouth descending on her neck, biting hard enough to leave bruises.
Aphrodite gasped, pain mixing with pleasure that shot straight to her pussy, making it throb with need.
“You’re sucking it in, just how badly you wanted this, huh?” he muttered against her skin, his breath hot and ragged.
She squirmed beneath him, her jealousy twisting into something darker, a desperate urge to prove she could handle his roughness, that she was better than those faceless lovers from his past.
He forced her legs apart with his knee, his hard cock pressing against her thigh through his robes.
Aphrodite’s mind raced with images of him with others-gods and mortals writhing under him-and it made her wetter, her jealousy turning her into a willing vessel.
“Fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.” she whispered, her voice breaking, “Hades, use me how you wished.” Hades chuckled darkly, shoving his robes aside to free his thick dick, veins bulging along its length as he positioned himself at her entrance.
Without warning, he slammed into her, his cock stretching her pussy wide in one brutal thrust.
Aphrodite cried out, the sting of it overwhelming, her body clenching around him as he began to pound into her relentlessly.
Each thrust shook the bed, the headboard banging against the wall, but she didn’t care-her thoughts were a whirlwind of sensation and envy, wondering if he fucked them this hard too.
“Take it, you pervert little goddess,” he snarled, his hands gripping her hips to pull her onto him deeper.
Aphrodite moaned loudly, her nails raking down his back.
If he wasn’t a transcendent being, her nails would’ve drawn blood down his skin.
The room devolved into chaos-pillows scattered, sheets tangled around their bodies as Hades drove into her with merciless force.
She felt every inch of him filling her, his balls slapping against her ass with each punishing stroke, the sound wet and obscene.
“Harder,” she gasped, her jealousy pushing her to egg him on, to claim this moment as hers alone.
Hades obliged, flipping her onto her stomach and yanking her hips up, entering her from behind with a force that made her scream.
His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her ass crack first, teasing the tight ring of muscle before plunging back into her pussy.
“You like that huh?
You damn goddess.
You have been teasing since earlier.” he grunted, his words igniting her submission even as tears pricked her eyes.
Aphrodite’s body responded, her orgasm building like a storm, her jealousy morphing into pure, unadulterated lust.
The air filled with their grunts and the slick sounds of their bodies colliding, her chamber now a wreck of overturned furniture and discarded clothes.
Aphrodite’s mind blurred with the intensity, every thrust reminding her of his power, his experience, and how desperately she wanted more of it.
As he kept going, unrelenting, she felt herself teetering on the edge, but Hades showed no sign of stopping, his dominance pushing them both further into the abyss.
* * * The next morning, silence blanketed the chamber.
Hades opened his eyes slowly, his body aching faintly in ways that spoke not of pain but of the aftermath of something wild, untamed, and unforgettable.
The night before replayed in his mind instantly, every breathless moment, every cry, every desperate touch, every breaking of restraint.
For one who had always prided himself on control, on composure, on cold indifference, he had let himself go completely on Aphrodite, and the intensity of it left him in awe even now.
He turned his head slightly, his eyes falling upon the chaos around him.
Pillows thrown carelessly to the floor, sheets twisted beyond recognition, overturned lamps casting odd shadows across the walls.
It looked as though a storm had passed through, a storm that neither heaven nor earth could withstand.
He exhaled slowly, a rare trace of amusement in his breath.
“So this is what it means… to lose yourself.” His gaze shifted, settling on her.
Aphrodite lay beside him, fast asleep, her chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm.
Her divine form was flawless, unmarked by the night’s ferocity, her skin smooth, the traces he had left erased by her immortal resilience.
Yet he remembered every kiss he pressed, every mark he bit, every cry she let out.
He reached out, almost hesitantly, fingers brushing through her golden hair, soft and silken against his calloused hand.
A small, involuntary smile tugged at his lips, one he quickly tried to suppress, as though embarrassed to admit even to himself that the goddess of love could stir such warmth in him.
Inside, his thoughts were restless.
He had thought himself beyond this… beyond the reach of desire, of passion, of foolish longing.
And yet, last night, she broke down every wall he had built.
She made hum feel alive, in ways no battle, no victory, no throne ever could.
His hand lingered in her hair as he continued to muse in silence.
“…
explaining this to those two would certainly be troublesome.” He could not ignore it.
Hecate, who had always been close to him, her loyalty and quiet devotion unwavering.
Hera, whose sharp eyes and hidden affections had long been things he chose not to address.
They would feel it.
They would know it.
The bond between gods was too deep for secrets of the heart and flesh to remain hidden for long.
His actions, his acceptance to Aphrodite, would not only change him, but ripple through the hearts of those around him.
“I never asked for their affections,” he thought bitterly.
“I never encouraged them.
Yet, they are there.
And now… what will they think, when they see her in my eyes?
When they feel her in my presence?” He almost sighed, his expression tightening as he pulled his hand back, resting it on his chest.
“I will not apologize.
I will not regret.
But I must face the consequences.
To bind myself to Aphrodite is to invite jealousy, conflict, perhaps even betrayal.
Still…” His eyes softened as he looked at her once more.
“Still, I cannot let her go.
Not after this.” The god of the underworld, so often cold and untouchable, had in a single night crossed a line he never thought he would.
And as the goddess of love slept peacefully at his side, Hades knew that his world, and the worlds of those who cared for him, would never be the same.