Daughters of Olympus (Reverse Harem Romances)

Only her.

I have one desire tonight. And that is to make sure Persephone leaves our time together carrying my child. All I care about is filling her womb with my seed and growing our child within her and then caring for her for the rest of her life.

She is the goddess of fertility, and to conceive with her means our child would be more powerful than any god before us.

But it's not just that desire fueling this flame. There's another part to this. It begins with devotion to her petite frame and her curvy body and her silvery hair and her crystal-clear eyes. There is a part of this that begins with my body needing to fill hers. There is a part of this that is bigger than Mount Olympus.

As she lies down on a blanket with her head resting on a pillow, I'm taken aback once again by just how beautiful she is. Her long silver hair curls around her shoulders and her dress rides up her thighs. I'm ready to devour her and complete her and make her mine. Hades may have kissed her already, but I'm going to be the first one to taste all of her.

On my knees, I spread her legs, leaning over her body, and running my tongue up her chest to her neck. I kiss her soft, delicate mouth and her lips part for me. My cock gets hard as I look her over. She is so fucking perfect.

"Are you ready?" I ask, kneeling before her on the blankets.

"I was born ready."

She doesn't say it to be tantalizing. She says it because it's her truth. And she isn't backing off from it or shying away. She is the most unexpected person I've ever had the fortune of meeting.

Persephone is nothing like the Fates. They are constantly fawning over us, reaching for our bodies, and grabbing hold of our cocks, not caring who sees, as if that is the way to our hearts.

Dancing with them earlier was killer, knowing Persephone was watching. I worried what she might be thinking. But now, leaning over her, tasting the nectar on her swollen lips, my hand running up the length of her milky thighs, brushing her silky dress aside, I know I had no need to worry about her.

If she felt any jealousy when we danced with the Fates, it's long gone. Now, she's only concerned with us; with this moment. Not comparing herself to anyone else, not scared of anyone's judgment. She knows exactly who she is.

Ours.

"Touch me," she says, and I do as my goddess desires. The other gods kneel around her, after stripping from their clothing. Zeus runs his fingers through her long curls, and Poseidon pulls down the top her dress, revealing her gorgeous breasts and gorgeous brown nipples. She gasps, but not in a fearful way… in a pleasing and erotic way.

"This is what I wanted," she says with a hush.

I ease her legs apart, anxious to see her most private part, needing to taste her before anything else happens. My cock is so hard and rigid, so needy for her. Her pussy is pink and tight, so sweet and tender, and as I run my finger along the length of her slit she purrs in delight.

We may have met tonight, but this doesn't feel rushed. It is in our own perfect time.

We aren't like humans, who take time to fall in love with one another. Who court and play with engagement rings. It’s ironic, even though humans are mortal, they want to be slow. Gods have forever and yet they waste no time.

On Mount Olympus, when we know what we want, we go forward without any hesitation. We are gods, not mere mortals, and when we crave something, it is more than desire, it is destiny.

"Your body is so beautiful," I tell her.

"So is yours," she says, looking at me with hungry eyes.

I pull off my tunic, and her eyes rake over my washboard abs. I'm glad she likes what she sees because she's going to be looking at it for the rest of her life.

Poseidon palms her gorgeous breasts, her hard nipples between his fingers and I can't wait any longer. I bring my mouth to her pussy and I lap up her sweet cream. Up and down her slit. I eat my goddess like it's the last meal I will ever have. Her hands run through my hair as I hold down her thighs, so I can suck her clit; as I make her writhe in pleasure.

She moans above me, and I don't wait for her to ask for more. I push down my pants and I lean over my goddess so her warm cunt can feel my throbbing cock.

Zeus kisses her, and Poseidon takes her hand and wraps her fingers around his length. Beside me, Hades takes her other hand and guides her as his thickness pulses hungrily. White come drips from his tip and I know we are all desperate to come deep inside our goddess.