The walk out the city went smoothly, the guard at the gate giving a lone wave at their departure. Once they pass over a small hill, out of sight, all three of them dropped to their knees and began to pray, their hands clasped, thumb to the sky, pinky toward the ground they prayed to Hades to return to Greece. Minutes pass as nothing happens until with a quiet woosh, the familiar black and purple portal opens. With steps full of anxiety Mirin steps forward, the two following closely.
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"Hades...hades....hades" The faint whispers of three sets of prayers awake him. His eyes flutter open, a warm body still pressed against his, her round ass firmly pressed against his groin as he spooned her. Circe was still asleep, over the past few days shes came to him every night, after the first however it was never just her, no Hades didn't feel right fucking another woman while his first baby mother was absent, felt like cucking her in a way. Which, she might be into, but she was a hell of a lot more into threesomes. Speaking of, where is she? When Hades drifted off to sleep Theia was spooning him, her leg draped over his waist yet was nowhere to be seen now.
Wide awake as the prayers kept flowing the body pressed against him was admittedly distracting. Bringing his hand around he rubbed her bubble butt, slowly caressing up her body, his big rough hands grinding against her skin in an absolutely electric way.
Before he has the chance to wake her up however the clack of hoofs against obsidan floors made him shift onto his back in order to look at the door way. His massive erection, hard as a rock from Circes ass springs into the air the blanket the only thing hiding it away, the tent it pitched obscene. A beautiful she goat leans against the door frame her large eyes locked squarely on the tent he was pitching. A smirk grew on both their faces, Hades sat there motionless, while Amaltheia dressed in nothing but a pitch black felt robe strode forth. Climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees she approached the behemoth, looking at it like a prize specimen. Letting her tongue loll out she licks the hidden tip, Hades twitching at the sight.
Looking into his eyes, neither saying a word, she steps back dropping her robe before crawling under the sheets until shes nearly invisible between Hades legs, only the tips of her horns and peak of her bottom the indication she was there. Until Hades felt it. Her long slick tongue scraping across his length, from base to tip, then she popped the bulbous tip in her mouth the warmth of her mouth causing his fingers to twitch as her tongue began to encircle it in slow deliberate motions. Soon she decided to take his berth deeper, inching down his steel rod, inch by glorious inch. Her throat was filled taut, her lips stretched to the max, hidden under the covers Hades only had his imagination to work with, and when she began to choke on his mass it only made him harder. Even with her throat stuffed she continued down the rod slowly even as her breathing became difficult until finally her nose touched his base, her chin resting on his fiery twin orbs feeling like a heater. Choking herself on his girth her pussy leaked like a fountain as her hand slid down to massage it, at the same time she began to flex her throat, imitating swallowing motions while humming to vibrate his member.
Hades groaned at the hot, warm and wet hole his dick was stuffing when she began to use her technique he couldn't resist dropping a load straight into her stomach. His balls pulsed and his dick twitched as it erupted, his hot fiery jizz exploding down her throat directly into her stomach. The volume so extreme her belly bulged.
Feeling his sweltering cum be pumped down her throat, pulse after pulse, all she could do was take it, take his seed, take his dick stuffing her throat and she loved every second of it, deciding she would stay like this for as long and fate would allow her. She closed her eyes as simply rested her face on the base of his cock, kept warm by his twin furnaces.
Hades hand came up petting her over the blanket, a job well done, he thought to himself before another matter came to the forefront of his mind.
"Hades.. Hades... Hades" The prayers didn't stop and knowing who they were from and what they mean brought a smile to his perfect face. With the flex of his power he opened a portal, not to hedonistic bedroom but to the meeting hall, where Cara was currently meeting with the Dark Fey discussing our next steps after the fiasco with Arges. He would be there shortly, after he got this minx off his cock.
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Noise filled the threes ears as they walk from the swirling portal, a heated argument currently taking place, the Dark Fey not realizing their presence. A large ornate hall with Hades sigil hung high sat a rectangular table in the center, on one end sat Dark Fey Elders, and on the other sat little ole Cara her seat looking tiny in comparison to Hades next to her=, the assistants flickering of her eye the only acknowledgement they get as the Fey continue to speak loudly.
"We want that Cyclops head on a pike! For what he did nothing less will suffice!" One declares, his face marred with a scar and scowling with rage.
"Your lord says he wants peace! Yet his subordinates attack with wanton violence, unprovoked and uncalled for! The deaths of my Kin will not be forgotten, we will not allow it!" Another says, her voice drenched in pain for those lost without reason.
In the midst of the protests for justice, Cara just listens, her servos spinning a deep yellow, unsure of what to do in this situation. She cannot simply allow them to kill Arges, he was a Cyclops, Hades pact forbids it, but they would not take anything else. She had tried giving them goods, metals, artefacts forged from Hades himself yet they did not care. They wanted blood, nothing less would suffice, put simply.
"Why are we even talking to you? You are a mere hand, where is Hades?!" The oldest speaks up, finally deciding to find the one who could actually do something for them.
"I'm here. So please, calm yourselves." His presence silences the room, everyone looking at his towering 9ft frame, dressed in his regal, night black robe, skeletons gripping at salvation clawing up from hell, he was menacing.