"I said that earlier, my love."
"No, no, you said she showed incredible bravery," I countered, "and that's different from being the bravest thing ever."
"Ah."
Hadrian appeared suitably enlightened, but since his handsome face tended to be impassive 99.9% of the time, it was kinda hard to tell. Nevertheless, I looked at him hopefully, asking, "Don't you think she deserves some kind of, um, place with us in the Underworld?"
Hadrian's silver eyes gleamed. "The child did mention something about a position you had supposedly promised her."
Eep.
My husband cocked his head to the side, asking, "Care to tell me more about this position, milady?"
"Actually, milord..." I fluttered my lashes at him, hoping he'd find it irresistibly attractive, but when I saw his lips twitch instead, I decided something was better than nothing, and amused was always more preferable than angry.
"Do you, um, think you could tell me what kind of position that would be?"
"Hm."
It was my turn to feel my lips twitch. It had been ages since I last heard him grunt a la Henry Cavill's Witcher, and the sound made me feel just a little giddy and breathless. I just loved how all these manly, macho things came so naturally to my husband—-
"Oh my God!"
Hadrian stiffened. "What is it?"
"It's nothing bad," I assured him with a grin. "It's just because I remembered something about when I was talking to Yan Wang. He did this grunt thing like you did earlier, and at that time, I couldn't figure out why it sounded so familiar, but now—-mmph!"
Hadrian had cut me off with a kiss while pushing me back down the bed, and I could only moan and wrap my arms around his neck when I felt the hot, muscular weight of his body settling between my legs.
I had no idea why we were suddenly making love, but I certainly wasn't going to complain, and it was only when two hours and three climaxes had passed that Hadrian finally lifted his mouth off mine to give me a rare moment to catch my breath.
"Are you okay?" Hadrian gritted out even as his cock continued to ram relentlessly into my pussy.
I meant to tell him I was having the time of my life, but when I looked up, and saw the silvery swirl of emotions in his gaze, the truth suddenly hit me—-
"You're jealous?"
Hadrian pulled out and flipped me to my stomach instead of answering, and I could only whimper as he drove back inside of me with so much force that it had my whole body stiffening and my eyes rolling back.
"What do you think, my love?" Hadrian growled between thrusts. "Do I have any reason to be jealous?"
I shook my head vehemently, mainly because it was all I could do, with my vocal capabilities now reduced into helpless whimpers and moans.
"But if I were—-"
God, he was going so, so fast.
"Do you—-"
And it was so...
"Have any—-"
So...
"Complaints—-"
Goooooooooooooood.
"About it?"
Hadrian's gaze locked with mine at that moment, and all I could do was shake my head as a sensual shudder rocked my body—-
No, no, no!
No complaints whatsoever!
And I started to cum.
Chapter Eight
"You look haggard, o Not So Great LOTUS."
It was morning the next day, and said observation came from an ever annoying Mary Priscilla, who was now officially (but not proudly) recognized as the one and only Handmaiden to the Lady of the Underworld. Although the new position didn't immediately promise high wages (she had to complete probation first, apparently), it did come with one major perk, which was that she was now magically "cured" of her instinctive fear of the Man in Black.
She'd never be able to do anything otherwise, if she was too busy running and hiding every time Hadrian came around.
"You're walking kinda funny, too," Mary Priscilla noted curiously as we descended the grand staircase. "Did something happen to you in the Chinese Underworld?"
"Um..."
"I thought goddesses were supposed to be injury-proof."
The words quickly had me biting my lip, lest I ended up giggling like a silly schoolgirl. While what Mary Priscilla was saying was mostly true, and physical harm didn't come all too easily to immortals, it was a completely different matter altogether when it was another god hurting you—-
And real good, too, I thought dreamily.
But since I couldn't very well speak such truths to a kid...
"There's no need to worry," I told her as we entered the Underworld's dining hall. "I just had a bit of an, um, workout last night—-"
"I was just curious," Mary Priscilla clarified as we took our seats at the table. "Did I say anything about being worried?"
I tossed my napkin at her, but since the girl was still a ghost even as my handmaiden, the napkin simply went through the ruffles and lace of her pretty white dress.
"Horrible little brat!"
Mary Priscilla gave me her sweetest smile, saying, "It's not a crime to be honest."