1. Nights of Alsitor; Hades Persephone


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: SynovexH, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    name, or your face." Unsure if he had chosen well, he braced himself as the footsteps walked right up in front of him. Hades heard silence for a moment, and his spine jolted when someone suddenly grabbed his blindfold and pulled it off. Hades choked, his eyes wide. He had heard stories of the Ephaemeryl, heard descriptions, seen the statues and reliefs around the city depicting them, but having one alive, right there, in front of him- it was wearing a cloak embroidered with sigils, but its face was haunting and pleasing. They were shorter than the men of his village, and with weaker jaws, but something about this creature, with bronze skin and long brown locks of hair curling and tumbling down her shoulders made Hades care very much about how she felt about him. She spoke; "I am Persephone DeCeres, Duchess of this hamlet and appointed as your usher. You shall be my responsibility, and so long while you are here you are bound in obedience to me. I shall only accept you under my roof if you are clear of the oaths that bind you." "I know them," he frowned, strawberry-blonde hair sticking up from him in spikes, "I've studied them for years. I shall not forget them." Persephone smiled. "Good" she said, fidgeting with her clasp. It clicked open, and she tossed the cloak aside. She stood there, lit by the bright fluorescent synth-algae on the cave walls, braids and knots pained up her thighs and ribs, all naked except for a frilly strip of leather hanging from her neck, dangling in ...
    her cleavage and covering her belly and genitals, and a length of bead-covered string that wound criss-crossing her whole body. She was astoundingly beautiful, tan and muscular, with curvy hips and smooth, juicy breasts. Hades' mind was scrambling to process seeing the first adult female he had ever seen: so slim, he thought, like it will tip over, and those swollen legs and haunches- but that chest! I've never seen such muscles! With those pecs it could crush and oak barrel! His head was spinning as he looked into Persephone's eyes. She said one word; "Kneel." Hades didn't even consider it. He fell to his knees, staring at Persephone, her perfume wafting into his senses. He could feel his IQ dropping. She bent over and took his wrists, picking them up. There was a handprint painted on Persephone's left hip, as well as one on her right breast. She pressed Hades' hands into both of them. Tears streaming down his face, he stared at the smooth, hairless body. His hands squeezed gently- So soft! He felt like he would melt. "Now, it is time for you to swear your contract. Are you ready?" He nodded dumbly. She reached up and grabbed the necklace, pulling it off and away, revealing the column of black calligraphy tracing down from her sternum to her sex. "Read it out loud." Hades stared at it; it wasn't complicated. "No more wait, get the g- Ga- huh-" The regional language's word 'Gate' was designed to look like a vagina, and its use in this writing illustrated the point so well, it ...