Debauched by Bella Klaus

Chapter Two

Istared into Hades’ verdant eyes, wondering if the plant had burrowed its way into his brain. He’d just been attacked by Mother, used to nourish a monstrous root, and was now facing a lifetime of having an indestructible parasite that could consume his body and soul.

“We need to focus on restoring you to health,” I said.

“It’s just as you said. The dryads are sifting through Persephone’s garden for seeds, and the healer is making a concentrated version of aloe-panacea. What I need is a pleasant way to pass the time.”

My hand slid up to his brow. “Are you all right?”

“Do you know what I thought as that plant leached my power?”

I shook my head.

“That I regretted all the time I’d wasted hiding the truth from you,” he murmured. “That I wished I had spent every day basking in the light of your eyes rather than concerning myself over the integrity of the Fifth.”

My heart fluttered. “Oh.”

“And if this plant is a prelude to a larger attack that will turn me into a mindless husk, the last thing I want to remember is the taste of your lips.”

I sucked in a deep breath, my chest filling with warmth. Without another word, I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and leaned in for the kiss.

Hades’ lips were softer than flower petals, and they tasted of raindrops. “You’re not salty at all.”

“I don’t know about that,” he drawled. “But if it’s salt you’re looking for, at least one part of me can provide you with what you crave.”

A chuckle filled my throat. It was comforting that he could joke about his dire predicament.

His arms snaked around my waist, and he pulled me into his broad chest. “I’m so glad you returned to me.”

“Mother and Samael tricked their way into the penthouse and tried to force me to agree to stuff my soul into Persephone’s body.”

Hades stilled. “That’s her aim?”

I nodded.

He didn’t speak for what felt like ages, and I tilted my head up, waiting for him to suggest that I inhabit the body of his former wife. An ache formed in the back of my throat. It wasn’t fair of me to keep thinking that Hades was in love with two women. Persephone was my original body, and Kora was her soul—only patched together with the magic of Zeus.

“Don’t take up her offer.” Hades’ voice sounded from afar. “It’s probably an attempt to get you under her control. With all the healers and alchemists I have at my disposal, we can strengthen your body.”

“I wasn’t planning on listening to her bullshit, but why?”

“When I picture Persephone now, it’s not the sleeping beauty in a glass coffin or even the young goddess I abducted and married. All I see is the feral creature with Demeter’s cunning and madness.”

“Right,” I murmured.

“Kora is my wife.” He pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “Persephone is lost to me forever.”

I stared into his handsome features, my pulse fluttering like an overpowered butterfly. These were the words I’d longed to hear—his confirmation that he considered me separate from Persephone, and that he preferred me.

“Are you sure?” My voice trembled.

He gave me a sharp nod. “If she returns to Hell, I will have her destroyed.”

All the air left my lungs in a huge sigh of relief. Resting my head on his shoulder, I slid my hand down his broad chest, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. My fingers trailed a path down the contours of his abdominal muscles, making his breath catch with my every touch.

“It’s made me much more sensitive,” he said in a thick voice.

“How so?” I trailed my hand up and down the first inch of his treasure trail.

Something hot and turgid radiated its warmth. I focused on caressing Hades’ belly. If we started anything before the healer returned with the herbs, we might be stuck in this room together without concentrated aloe-panacea for hours.

“Every time your fingers brush my skin, it’s like tiny sparks of electricity are spreading across my nerve endings,” he said. “It’s almost as exhilarating as having you fly me about on wings of lightning.”

A knock sounded on the door, and Healer Iaso stepped inside, holding a tray containing two glasses of a liquid so green that it appeared nearly black.

I pulled my hand away from Hades’ stomach and tried to push myself up to sit, but the healer shook her head.

“Careful, Your Majesty.” She set down the tray on the bedside table beside me and offered me one of the tall glasses. “The poison is still partially in control of your motor functions.”

“Thanks.” I reached for it but missed.

She pulled it out of my reach and brought it to my lips. “It looks like your suggestion of a more concentrated form of the plant was right. The poison continues to sabotage your system.”

I reared back and stared into the glass. “Will this counteract the poison?”

“We won’t know until you try it,” she murmured.

“All right.” I took my first sip, expecting something that tasted of cucumber, but it was as bitter and peppery as arugula left out in the sun. The liquid gathered on my tongue, feeling as heavy as congealed oatmeal.

“Please continue, Your Majesty,” said the healer. “It’s not pleasant, but it’s your best chance of reversing the poison’s damage.”

After swallowing a mouthful of the bitter fluid, I took another longer sip, this time holding my breath and squeezing my eyes shut. The second taste wasn’t so unpleasant, and I gulped down mouthful after mouthful until there was no more.

With a long sigh, I slumped back down on the pillow. “What about Hades?”

He wrapped an arm around me and chuckled. “I’ve already had mine.”

I cracked open an eye. “You drank it without a fuss?”

“It’s far more pleasant than demon brew,” he said with a broad grin. “How are you feeling?”

Tilting my head to the side, I took stock of my body. The fuzziness I had felt earlier had now receded into normal, and my blurred vision had turned sharp. “Much better.”

“Very good, Your Majesty,” said the healer. “Would you like to step out of bed, so I can test your motor functions?”

“I’ll be the judge of those,” Hades drawled.

The healer dipped into a low curtsey and disappeared behind the bed curtains. I glowered into the side of Hades’ olive face and hissed, “Why did you dismiss her?”

“Because I’ve been desperate to do this to you for hours.” He flipped me onto my back, eliciting a squeak.

Hades hovered over me with his weight balanced on his knees and forearms, effectively locking me into the cage of his body.

My mouth dropped open, and I stared into his glowing green irises, my heart fluttering. “Are you sure you’re well enough?”

“I’m so hard for you it hurts.”

Without meaning to, I reached between his legs and cupped his balls. He clenched his teeth. “Higher.”

I slipped my hand further up, and my fingers brushed against his hard shaft. Hades squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered. “Fuck, this curse has made me so sensitive. If you keep touching me like that, I’ll cum over your breasts before I get a chance to suck your nipples.”

“Sorry.” I pulled my hand away.

He grabbed my wrist. “I didn’t say you should loosen your grip.”

A thrill of excitement settled between my legs. “I don’t want to take advantage of your brush with death.”

“Kora,” he said with a laugh. “I always want to have sex with you, even when we’re in the middle of a fire, chasing the psychotic shell of your former body. Now, are you going to let me plunder your gorgeous pussy, or will I have to beg?”

Smiling, I shook my head. “You never need to ask.”

He grinned, revealing a dazzling smile of teeth that appeared even whiter with his darker skin. “Good, because I intend to make love to you like my life depends on it.”

Butterflies fluttered in my belly as he lowered himself onto me, pressing down on my torso with the weight of his larger body. His full lips brushed against the column of my neck, sending sparks of excitement across my sensitive skin.

My lips parted to let out several panting breaths. Being kissed by Hades was like being pinned down, pleasured, plundered, and pushed into a deep state of pleasure.

As he lavished my throat with open-mouthed kisses, his finger travelled down to the hem of my nightgown, which had risen up to my thighs. Instead of pulling up the fabric and exposing my bare legs, he stroked his fingertips over my skin, sending tiny shocks up to my core.

“You are absolutely ravishing,” he murmured as he sucked on my collarbone.

I threaded my fingers into his silky green hair. “So are you.”

His chuckle was dark and deep and made my nipples tingle. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do to you right now.”

It took a moment to realize he was talking about ravishing me.

His fingers continued to stroke little circles on my thighs, spreading the most pleasant sensation up to my clit. It swelled and pounded to the beat of my rapid pulse, and my breath quickened into shallow pants.

“Please,” I said.

Hades raised his brows. “Hmm?”

“Please take off my nightgown.”

He met my gaze with amused eyes. “Do you insist?”

I growled. “Stop drawing this out and ravish me.”

His smile was utterly devilish. “So eager.” He gathered the fabric in both hands and sent a ripple of power across the nightgown that turned it into dust. “There.”

My jaw dropped. “Don’t waste your magic.”

He shook his head. “Anything pertaining to your pleasure is never a waste. Ever. I would pay any cost to keep you at my side, as long as there’s a chance you will return my feelings.”

I gulped mouthfuls of air. He felt so intensely for me, yet all I felt for him was affection and lust. Would this ever be enough for Hades? I blinked away the beginnings of tears. Mother would never have attacked him so fiercely if he hadn’t insisted on getting me back. Yet all I’d ever done was give him a hard time.

“Just kiss me,” I murmured.

“It would be my deepest pleasure.”

He lowered his lips to mine in a kiss so searing that I thought he’d powered it with hellfire. My lips parted with a gasp, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth and whirled it around mine.

I lay back, clinging onto his broad shoulders, letting him lavish me with hot, wet caresses that made my toes curl. I arched into him, so we lay chest to chest, our hearts connecting, my body aching for more.

“You are mine,” he growled into the kiss.

“Yours,” I murmured back.

He lapped at me with deep caresses that made my blood boil. Pleasure spread down to my chest, across my nipples, filling my belly and heating my core. Clinging tighter to his muscular shoulders, I squeezed my thighs together and moaned. Hades wasn’t the only one who had become more sensitive, although I was sure it was his passion driving me to ecstasy instead of any effects of the plants.

He pulled back from the kiss and stared down at me with an expression I could only describe as dreamy. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted, their corners curling up into a smile of contentment. I swallowed. I’d never seen him look so… genuinely happy.

“You are exquisite,” he murmured. “I could spend all day looking at you and still never capture the magnitude of your beauty.”

The butterflies in my stomach moved to my heart. “Is this the poison talking?”

He shook his head. “I’ve held back all this time, never wanting to frighten you away. Each time you leave, it’s for a matter of hours, not days or months or seasons.”

I sucked in a breath. Persephone had walked out on him, but I hadn’t imagined it would be for so long. “Hades, you still understand I’m a completely different person?”

He nodded, his eyes shimmering. “I’m cursed, injured, virtually powerless. Any woman would have absconded, but you returned to my side.”

My throat tightened, and I swallowed over and over, trying to fathom the meaning behind his words. “You’re talking about the women you had relationships with after Persephone?”

He inclined his head. “Those without the power are only interested in what they can gain. Those with power are only interested in what they can exploit.” He pressed a soft kiss on my lips. “You are the kindest, purest soul I’ve encountered. I don’t know how they put you back together, but you’re the epitome of compassion.”

I bit down on my lip. “Even when I made you grovel?”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “Getting on my knees to suck your toes was arousing. As was having you dig your heel into my cock.”

His gaze traveled down to my breasts, and he leaned down and kissed my left nipple. “Everything about you is a marvel.” He kissed the right one. “From your soul to your perfectly shaped tits to your sweet cunt.”

A giggle burst from my chest. “You can’t call it that!”

He inclined his head. “My apologies, Kora. Should I refer to it as the first and foremost wonder of the Fifth Faction? Or the pretty flower with the slick petals and a rosy pearl?”

Heat rose to my cheeks, and I placed a hand over my mouth. “You’re making fun of me.”

“Making light of our situation,” he said with a happy sigh. “I don’t know what tomorrow will hold, but I fully intend to commit today to memory.”

As he engulfed my nipple in his hot mouth, my chest swelled with a rush of emotion. Behind the fancy words and the funny phrasing, he wasn’t hopeful for our future. I let my eyes flutter closed and focused on the sensation of his tongue swirling around my sensitive flesh.

Hades massaged the other breast, his fingers teasing the nipple until bolts of pleasure shot down to my belly. His palm was large, warm, smoother than usual, and he caressed it with tender strokes of his fingers. “And you’re the perfect size for my hand.”

I arched my back and moaned. It was impossible to concentrate on anything but the intensity of my pleasure, but his words of pessimism continued to linger.

“Beautiful,” he growled around my nipple. “Sexy, mine.”

“I’ll always be yours.” My fingers threaded through his silky hair. “No matter what.”

The hand massaging my breast traveled down my ribcage, trailing a line of molten ecstasy across my skin. I clenched my teeth and shivered at the sensations, my pulse fast enough to form a continuous sound.

After releasing my nipple with a pop, he traveled further down my body, his hot breath tickling my skin. Every few inches, he paused to press a kiss on my belly or dip his tongue into my navel. I clamped my thighs together and moaned.

As he continued to lick and kiss and caress a path down to the juncture of my thighs, my core muscles twitched for his attention. His large hands parted my legs, and he pressed my knees as close to the mattress as they would go.

Cool air swirled around my exposed skin, through my pubes and my damp folds. I cracked open an eye, wondering why Hades hadn’t kissed or touched me where I needed him most, when I found him staring at my sex, his lips parted.

“For once, I’m speechless,” he said, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

My eyes widened. “Is there anything wrong?”

He shook his head from side to side, his gaze fixed between my legs. “There are no words to describe how desperately I want to fuck you.”

“Why aren’t you doing it?”

“My baser instincts are screaming at me to drive my cock into your pussy and rut until I explode inside you, but I want to savor this moment.”

A tingle spread across my skin at the thought of being taken by Hades like a wild beast, but he was so big, the prospect sounded a little painful. My gaze drifted down from his glowing green eyes, over his perfect nose, full lips, and strong jaw.

I skimmed his muscular pecs, defined abs, and lingered on his huge erection. It wasn’t just big—it was long and thick, adorned with bulging veins and topped with a bulbous, red head that oozed precum.

Saliva flooded my mouth. “Can’t you do both?” I licked my lips. “You can savor me first and build up to the rutting.”

With a low groan I felt deep in my core, he lowered himself between my legs. “Two excellent suggestions. Once I’ve feasted on your pussy, I will pound into you so deeply, so hard, you’ll be walking with a limp for centuries.”

My thighs trembled. I couldn’t wait.

He placed his fingers on my outer lips and spread them apart, baring me to his hungry gaze. “Your pussy is a work of art.” His hot breath warmed my slick folds. “I’m so hard for you that it fucking hurts.”

“Please.” I squeezed my eyes shut, my nerve endings tingling for his touch.

Hades ran his soft wet tongue from my opening to my clit, trailing a line of electricity that had me clenching and twitching. My hips jerked, but he held me in place. “No escaping,” he growled. “I’m not releasing you until I’ve had my fill.”

“What are you—”

His tongue on my clit was like a bolt of lightning shooting straight from my core and out of my mouth. I lurched upward, my lips parting in a scream.

“Mmmm…” His tongue flickered over my sensitive bundle of nerves. “I love the way you taste.”

My thighs trembled, this time with the onslaught of sensations he’d served me with his tongue. Hades kept me spread open and lapped at my clit until it swelled and pulsed and ached. I threw my head back and panted through his attention, already overwhelmed.

His low groans and appreciative noises made me feel like I was being eaten alive by a connoisseur chasing the last morsel of taste. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and all I could do was gasp, cry, pant as he held me down and lavished my clit with attention.

Pressure mounted around my core, bringing with it the sensation of a thunderstorm about to strike. Molten pleasure seared beneath his tongue, and I moaned so much that my throat went hoarse. The sensations continued to build, and my whole world reduced down to the mattress at my back, my oversensitive body, and the man delivering such sweet torture.

“Please,” I cried out.

“Something the matter?” He asked as he swirled his tongue around my aching clit.

“I need,” I said through clenched teeth, unable to say the words.

He chuckled. “You need me to stop.”

“No,” I howled, my hips thrusting toward his mouth.

“Then tell me.” His words were muffled.

“I want your fingers,” I blurted.

“Only fingers?” The teasing in his voice implied he had raised a brow.

“I want it all.”

“You wanton woman,” he said with a dark chuckle. “I’m going to enjoy debauching you.”

Hades slipped a thick finger into my hot channel. My muscles clamped around him, seeming to gobble him up. “Your pussy is hungry.”

“So is the rest of me,” I said with a trembling laugh.

He slid the digit in and out of me, eliciting more sparks of rapture that remained low in my belly. My fingers curled, as did my toes, and my core muscles tightened, increasing the friction. Hades continued lavishing me with long strokes of his tongue while gliding his finger in and out of my core.

I twisted, bucked, arched my back, but his strong hand continued to hold me in place.

Hades added another finger, increasing the exquisite stretch. I moaned and shuddered and the onslaught.

“Do you want my cock?” he asked.

“More than anything,” I said through panting breaths.

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

I cried out. “Of course.”

Instead of pulling out of me, he buried his head further between my thighs and sped up his tongue. My muscles trembled, and sweat broke out across my brow. Somehow, he had burned me from the inside, and my clit was so swollen and sensitive that it picked up the sensation of every taste bud on his tongue.

“Mmm…” His appreciative hums and deep groans reverberated across my sex. His fingers scissored and twisted inside me, even as I clamped hard on the digits.

It was too much, too intense. I curled my fingers into his hair and pulled, trying not to stay tethered to the bed.

Hades clamped his full lips around my engorged clit and sucked, making my ears ring. The pressure squeezing down on my sex imploded, and I caught my breath.

An inhale whistled through my teeth as my muscles clamped, my lungs filled, and my skeleton went rigid. Then it released in a gust of pleasure that burned through my nerves. It was like being ravaged by hellfire, and all the while, Hades continued lavishing me with that clever tongue.

He raised his head from between my thighs, his eyes glowing green. “If I don’t fuck you this instant, I’m going to die.”

He knelt between my spread legs and stared down at me with his features hardened, his eyes glinting with the intensity of his need. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he growled through bared teeth, “And you’re going to take it.”

A shiver skittered down my spine as I stared into the eyes of a man who hungered for me so deeply. Hades was everything—my friend, my lover, my admirer, and my home. He was still mine, even with his green hair, and his skin a verdant shade of green.

Until recently, all I’d felt for him was a touch of affection, but mostly lust. But he was more than just his sex appeal. Beneath his perfect exterior was a soul more loving and more beautiful than I could ever have imagined. The more time I spent with him, the more layers I uncovered. He was loyal, charming, witty, clever, vulnerable, and had a heart that ached for me.

Guilt squeezed at my chest at having taken so long to realize my feelings. Poor Hades had been so patient, even though he must have found my reluctance frustrating.

I raised a hand and slid it over his forearm. “There’s nothing I want more right now than you.”

My gaze lowered down the contours of his body, skipped over the little green flower peeking from his navel, and settled on his thick erection. The pubes surrounding it had also turned green, but Mother’s curse hadn’t affected the redness of his bulbous tip.

“Give it to me,” I cried.

His eyes flashed, and he lowered himself down to my body, so his weight rested on his forearms. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “You could never hurt me.”

His forearms slid behind my back, so he cradled me to his chest. The heat of his erection pressed into my belly, making me moan.

Pressing my body against his, I raised my hips and ground into his hot length. “Hades,” I whispered into his ear. “I need you. Always. No matter what happens in our future. But most of all, I need you now.”

He brought his lips down on mine for a searing kiss that stole my breath. His hips rose, and the tip of his erection lined up with my opening. I tilted toward him, guiding his length, but in one smooth thrust, he entered me to the hilt.

I screamed into the kiss. No matter how many times we became intimate, how many times I wrapped my fingers around his glorious girth, I always underestimated his size.

Hades continued the kiss, his hands now sliding down to my ass and gripping both cheeks to hold me in place. The muscles of my core fluttered and twitched around his flesh in an attempt to adjust to the welcome intrusion. It was impossible. Not when pleasure continued to spark at every small movement. Maybe it was the joining of souls, but our bodies were so compatible that no part of me could deny how he made me feel like I was the most important woman in his life.

“Fuck,” he said into the kiss. “I could stay inside you until the end of time.”

I slid my hands all the way down his pack and gripped his hard asscheeks. “As long as you move.”

He drew back from the kiss, staring down at me with his usual confident grin. “Ready for me, Kora?”

“Always.”

Hades pulled back, letting my muscles clamp around his shaft. As his huge cock head stretched my opening, a protest rose to my lips.

“Don’t go,” I murmured.

“I will be at your side until the end of time.” He thrust back into me, making my back arch and my toes curl. “Even when the world returns to primordial chaos, my atoms will float alongside yours.”

He kissed me as though this really was his last day on earth and continued thrusting in and out of me with a frenzy that made me cling to his back. It was wild, unbridled, and like being torn apart, only to reform stronger, and so certain in his love for me that it was as absolute as the rising setting of the sun.

Silver power filled my vision, and my body was a lightning storm of magic. Hades continued to pound into me with desperate abandon.

“I have never loved anyone as much as I love you.” His deep voice echoed through my skull.

My reply was an incoherent moan. I wanted to see his face, wanted to look in his eyes, but the magic was too dense. It was even more intense than the first time we connected power in Persephone’s garden, except this time, I couldn’t feel any of his love for her—only the intensity of his emotions for me.

Electricity crackled around our bodies, and every nerve ending came alive, along with a tingling, rippling pleasure that Hades drove into me with relentless strokes. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, thrusting against him as the sensations built and built in intensity.

At that moment, every inch of my skin became an erogenous zone, and Hades’ body thrusting against mine was pushing me toward a high precipice.

“Hades,” I moaned out a stream of gibberish as one particularly deep thrust made my walls clamp so tightly that he stopped moving.

He growled in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight right now with your pussy squeezing me harder than any fist. Is that what you want? For me to cum inside you and fill you with my spunk?”

I panted in his ear, my brain unable to form sentences.

His thrusts became shallower, hitting a sensitive spot over and over until the pleasure mounted. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but cling onto his neck and take everything he had promised to give me and more.

“Come, Kora,” he said in a voice of sin. “I want to feel you clench and convulse around my cock.”

The words set off a chain reaction that had my consciousness tumbling from the sky. A lightning ball of pleasure took root in my core, shooting out bolts of ecstasy that reached as far as my toes. I pulsed and tensed around his thick length, my nails digging into the hard flesh of his ass.

Hades’ erection swelled inside me, and he came with a shudder and a deep moan. Hot spurts of fluid filled my channel as I continued to clamp around his girth.

“I could die this instant, and my life would be fulfilled,” he murmured.

The lightning storm around us faded, and my orgasm ebbed enough to clear my mind. “Hades.” I raised a hand to his face. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Disgraceful!” A familiar voice tore away my last vestiges of pleasure. “This is why you ran from your mother?”

Hades scrambled off me and summoned his bident. “Demeter,” he snarled. “Come to gloat?”

I glanced from side to side, looking for Mother, Persephone, or anyone else in the room. A tulip-shaped flower rose from the foot of the bed and stared at us through a pair of googly eyes.

Its petals opened, revealing a maw of sharp teeth. “I came to give my disgusting daughter a message.”

My jaw dropped, and I clutched the silk sheet to my chest.

Was Mother possessing the plant?