His cock twitched to life, and he yanked her to him. As she fell against him with a cry of surprise, he said swiftly, “I now pronounce you queen of the Underworld.”
Although caught off guard by how the hour-long ceremony was suddenly reduced to ten seconds, Thanatos had the presence of mind to fly to his king’s side to give him the queen’s crown.
The next thing Ever knew, an intricately carved silver and black crown was placed on top of her head.
Hades took hold of her hand and as they faced the crowd, he declared with quiet pride, “The Queen of the Underworld.”
Everyone in the throne room cheered and roared their approval.
The god of the Underworld turned to her. “Now that that’s over...”
“What—-mph!” In front of everyone, Hades pulled her to him and slanted his mouth over hers in a deep, hard kiss.
Whaaaaaaat—-
Before she could even try to struggle, Hades had already transported them to her chamber, and she fell against the bed with a gasp that remained trapped in Hades’ kiss.
She felt him run his hand over the side of her body, and her clothes disappeared.
Oh!
Hades moved on top of her, and now he, too, was naked.
Oh!
His cock began to rub against her belly, and with a moan of surrender, she kissed him back even as her legs parted wide open. His cock thrust into her, and she shuddered, her eyes stinging anew because oh, she thought this, too, had been lost to her forever.
Cutting the kiss only when he knew she had to breathe, Hades captured her gaze with his as he sought to increase the pace and pound into her harder and faster.
“I love you, Ever.”
“I love you, Hades.”
And no other words needed to be said.
Epilogue
The three Crones of Fate released a mutual sigh of relief as the life threads of the king and queen of the Underworld bound itself to each other for eternity.
“I wish we could have gone to their wedding,” the youngest of the Crones said wistfully.
“It cannot be helped.” Clotho deliberately kept her voice gruff, not wanting her other sisters to know that, she, too, had truly wanted to attend the wedding of Hades and Ever.
“Don’t feel bad,” Lachesis murmured absently. “We can always watch the replays.”
“But it’s not the same when you’re really there.” Atropos sighed. “I wanted to see how high she would jump once she realized who we are.”
At her words, her sisters could not help imagining the scene Atropos described, and they all grinned a moment later.
“That would be fun, wouldn’t it?” Clotho murmured. “Perhaps we should invite her to meet with us.”
Lachesis’ eyes widened. “Do you truly mean that?” Clotho had always been strict about their interactions with other people, mortal and immortal alike.
The eldest of the Crones slowly nodded. “I think it would be safe to meet with them. If they accept our invitation, we can reward them by letting Hades and Ever know about our little trick.”
A most terrifying sight appeared as the Crones shared an evil grin. Right this very moment, Persephone was in the throes of a nightmare in which she and Ever had changed places against her will, and she was forced to suffer all the misfortunes that Ever had survived.
At this very moment, Arisa was threatening to send Persephone to an asylum if she didn’t stop describing herself as a goddess cursed to live a mortal’s existence.
As their little trick had been designed to last forever or until Persephone learned the lesson of humility, Atropos asked curiously, “Do you think she’ll manage to stop the nightmares?”
“I hope not,” Lachesis murmured, and her tone was once again vague as she began to focus on the threads before her. “It’s so very fun to see her suffer.”
Clotho glanced at Persephone’s thread thoughtfully. “Do you think we are being too cruel? We have already changed the color of her thread, after all. Maybe she’s changed and it’s time to put an end to her suffering.”
The Crones took a closer look at the thread.
Persephone showed up in their visions, but instead of her old face and figure, they saw a creature chained to one of the pillars of an abandoned temple. She had scraggly hair all over her body, bulging eyes, and a gaping jaw that endlessly salivated because its uneven canines prevented the creature from closing its mouth completely.
The Crones moved an inch closer, and they began to hear the banshee’s thoughts.
Fools. Every one of them was a fool, to choose a mortal over a goddess like her as queen!
The three sisters straightened, and it was silently decided that no, Persephone had not suffered enough.
“THE GODDESS, BLINDED by her defeat and hurt pride, rushed towards the rightful queen with her arm raised in the air, a dagger in her hands. She would take the mortal girl’s life, and with that she would once again be the queen.”