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Persephone was delighted to walk into her chambers after a long and exhausting visit to Olympus to find her husband kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching her- wearing nothing but a worn leather collar.
“I missed you,” he rumbled, his tone on the very edge of a resentful whine.
Persephone practically melted at the sight.
She danced across the room to take his big head in her hands, digging her fingers into the thick mane of his hair.
“Oh, what’s this?” she cooed, scritching along the back of his neck. “Who’s a good puppy, waiting here to welcome mama home?”
He groaned, the noise rattling through her chest as he leaned into her touch.
“There there, I’m here now,” she soothed, petting him. “And I’ll be here for a good long while. I think we’re in for a long winter.”
Hades grumbled contentedly, nuzzling into her bosom.
She indulged him for a moment, cuddling him and kissing his broad brow.
Heat pooled between her legs until she felt her underthings growing damp at her husband’s fervent touch.
It had been a long, LONG summer, and she was very tired of spending her nights with only her own hand for company.
A part of her wanted to rip her clothes off and mount Hades right there on the floor- but they would both have more fun if she teased him a little first.
He had begun to mouth at one half-hard nipple through her shirt.
Persephone shoved him gently but firmly away. “Alright, that’s enough. Present yourself, pup.”
Hades whimpered, petulant, but he sat back obediently and spread his legs.
His cock sprang free like a snake rearing to strike.
It was big- it was ALWAYS big, even soft it would have struck terror into any mortal woman- but at the moment it was painfully engorged, the head bruise-purple and the veins throbbing angrily up the side.
And his poor balls, swollen so full they looked about to burst.
Persephone smiled, endeared. “Now what are you doing with this silly big thing?”
That earned her a full pout. “Mistress…”
She nudged his dangling testicles with her toes, just to hear him mewl.
“And look at these ridiculous balls!” she soaked her voice with exaggerated astonishment. “What does a little puppy need to store so much seed for? Do you think I’m going to put you up for stud?”
They clenched hard, as though reacting to her words.
“I thought you’d be a little more satisfied, since I left Megara to take care of you.”
Her husband grimaced, and Persephone hid a smile. They both knew that the lovely fury’s help would have come with a healthy dose of torture.
“I wanted YOU,” Hades murmured, petulant.
“Oh, love.” She reached out to stroke his cheek, and he leaned into her touch.
“I missed you too,” she said. “But I’m here now. Everything is alright.”
He nuzzled into her belly, heaving out a massive sigh as though letting the last six months fall from his shoulders.
She kissed his forehead, and then stood up straight. “Lay down on the bed for me, on your back.”
He hurried to obey.
The sight of Hades spread out for her on their luxurious bed, his hands tucked politely behind his head and his desperate cock straining up towards the ceiling, had her wet down the thighs.
Persephone hurriedly stripped off, leaving her travel clothes in a careless heap on the floor, and crawled up onto the bed to join him.
She ran her hands down his huge, muscular chest. “Look at my big strong guard-dog. I never have to worry about anything when I have you at heel, do I?”
He squirmed, preening under her praise.
She tweaked his fat, ruddy nipples, and toyed with the thick curls of hair in the crease between his pecs.
“Growing in your winter coat, are you?” she teased, tugging on a springy curl.
He grumbled but didn’t wiggle under her teasing. She had him well-trained.
Persephone rolled his nipples under her fingers, tugging and pinching until she elicited sweet whimpers from her husband’s throat.
She trailed her fingertips down his body, teasing at his navel and then massaging the vast expanse of his stomach.
“You have such a cute belly,” she hummed, squeezing soft fat and fur between her hands. “I’m so glad to see you filling out again. You were gaunt when I first returned.”
That was maybe an exaggeration- she didn’t know if it was possible for Hades to ever be anything but Huge- but he had certainly lost all the extra fat on his body while she hadn’t been there to care for him.
It was one of her greatest regrets in life.
But she was here now, to take care of her Puppy, to watch him fill out and enjoy his soft body.
She kissed a trail down his belly, nuzzling into his curly body hair and soft fat.
He was already breathing hard. When she started kissing the insides of his thighs and his plump pubic mound, it grew tight and labored like he had just fought a mighty battle.
His cock jerked up, pre spilling down the length of it in teary lines.
“Please.” Her husband’s voice was almost a sob. “Please mistress, I need- please touch my cock.”
The thing jerked again, so hard it almost slapped Persephone in the face.
Persephone grabbed it- not the way he was craving, digging her nails in and shoving it down.
“Puppy, what have I told you about controlling this naughty doggy-cock?” she said, mock stern.
Hades whined.
“If you’re so desperate,” continued Persephone, shaking his member gently in her grip, “I could always lock it up for you.”
Hades KEENED. Surely he was simultaneously excited and horrified at the idea of his huge cock being squashed down into a little cage and left to ache and throb with no release.
“I’m sorry Mistress,” he panted. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to touch it, I’ll be good.”
Persephone smiled. She pressed a sweet little kiss to the crown of Hades’ cock, giggling as it twitched and leaked at the brief touch.
“I will play with this poor dog’s needy cock,” she said, sitting up. “But it will be on Mistress’s time and for Mistress’s pleasure. Isn’t that right, Puppy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Hades, gazing at her with nothing short of absolute adoration.
She would have enjoyed tormenting him a little more, but she could no longer restrain herself.
Persephone got her knees under her and climbed up to spear herself on her husband’s hard cock, groaning as she sank down.
Fuck, that was GOOD. She’d been craving that deep stretch for months.
Nothing else felt like her husband; no toy was blood-hot and the perfect combination of soft and stiff, pressing into her most sensitive places relentlessly with every tiny twitch of her hips.
And of course, no toy came with her husband groaning like a great beast and shivering like a repressed earthquake underneath her as she rode.
“You won’t cum until I’m finished,” she ordered, her breath hitching with every roll of her hips.
“Mistress,” sobbed Hades, arching underneath her.
She grunted as he throbbed up against her sweet spot, making her shudder.
“You won’t,” she insisted, putting a hand on his chest. “You’ll be good and let me satisfy myself.”
Hades whined loudly, but let his head fall back and his hips relax.
“Yes Mistress,” he panted. “I’ll be good.”
“Of course you will,” she said smugly, and began to ride him.
The deep stretch as she rocked up and down on his member was absolutely delicious. She could feel him all the way up to her womb, grinding into her cervix with just a hint of pain that only deepened the pleasure shivering up and down her body.
Fortunately for her Pup, she wasn’t going to last very long. Not when she was already this keyed up.
She reached down to play with herself, moaning as her clit lit up with electric pleasure. She started to ride hard and fast, sliding herself up and down Hade’s straining cock, slamming it deep inside every time she dropped.
Hades gripped the sheets and arched up, straining with the effort of not allowing himself to unload inside of his wife.
He closed his eyes and whimpered pathetically- and that was enough to tip Persephone over the edge.
Her legs shuddered as she came, clenching down HARD around the cock spearing her open.
Hades gave a pained, open-mouthed cry as she came apart, tormenting him with the tense movement of her orgasm around his sensitive member.
But he was a very good boy, and when she slid off him with a gasp his cock sprang up, furiously red and jerking with need.
“Good boy,” she praised, stroking herself through the last shivers of her climax. “Good FUCKING boy, just perfect for mama.”
Hades squirmed and sobbed, bucking his hips up and slapping his cock against his belly. “Please mistress, please, PLEASE-”
“Shhh, I’ve got you.” She rubbed her hands up his heaving sides, pressing him gently down into the bed.
She gripped his cock with one hand, smiling at his desperate little noise of lust.
“You’ll cum when I say,” she said, beginning to stroke him smoothly up and down.
“Yes mistress,” he said, a tear tracking down his face.
It was hard to keep a grip on his cock; it was slippery with precum and her own juices, and it kept trying to jump out of her hand, desperately frustrated.
She waited until she saw his balls draw up, throbbing.
“Cum,” she told him, squeezing down and pulling his foreskin back.
Hades practically roared as the orgasm ripped through him. He bucked in his wife’s grip, his cock tensing and his balls jumping so hard they knocked into her wrist with every pulse.
He shot all the way up his chest and into his own beard, ejecting his massive backed-up load in thick ropes.
It seemed to last forever, Hades writhing under her grip as his cock jerked over and over again. His poor, overburdened balls squeezed up tight as they pumped out every drop of sperm stored in them.
Finally, he collapsed with a ragged groan. He laid in the sheets, sweating and panting, semen dripping from his chest, belly, and chin.
Persephone leaned in to cup his face, not minding the mess, and peppered kisses along his cheek and jaw. “That’s my good puppy.”
He reached up to stroke a hand through her hair and then pull her close, movements slow and dreamy.
“Welcome home, my love,” he murmured.