Chapter 378: The Reunion (3) (R-18)
After Ash and Aphrodite had a few more rounds, much later in the night, he found himself entering Persephone’s chambers.
He pushed open the heavy doors to Persephone’s chambers without knocking.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft flicker of candles.
The air was heavy with the intoxicating scent of Erosence, all drifting from the dark, heady flowers in her gardens.
She had crafted them to sll exactly like him—or at least, how she rembered.
The fragrance clung to everything: the black silk sheets, the drapes, even the rugs beneath their feet.
As Ash took in her chambers, his gaze shifted to Persephone, already rising from the bed as he stepped inside.
And she was.... completely naked.
Her hair, like spilled ink, tumbled over her shoulders, her pale skin glowing softly in the dim light, curves striking and enticing.
In one hand, she held a coil of black silk rope; in the other, nothing—just waiting.
She caught his gaze and smirked, her voice low and husky.
"Don’t treat
gently like that beauty freak across the palace," she said, tossing the rope onto the mattress.
"I’m yours.... completely. And I want it rough...."
Snap!
Ash smiled as he snapped his fingers.
"Oh, did you have to tell
that?" He asked sarcastically.
The ropes on the mattress never touched her; instead, new ones—black and laced with a pink divine glow—appeared out of nowhere, quickly wrapping around her wrists and ankles.
In an instant, they hoisted her off the ground, suspending her in the air with legs apart, arms drawn back, and her body arched in flawless display.
The divinity in the ropes wasn’t ant to harm but to intensify— everything ant to hurt would only be turned into endless pleasure for her.
Persephone gasped as she felt the ropes tightening around her, and just the pain from that caused her to have a small orgasm.
"Sh....shit!"
Ash stepped closer as he heard her. He for one, had never been dressed either.
And to be truthful, with how many won he had in this palace. He didn’t intent to be clothed again for quite a while.
The ropes adjusted her bringing her down, level with his cock. Seeing her needy eyes, he spoke one simple word.
Ash stepped closer, cock already heavy and thick in his hand. Persephone’s eyes flicked up to et his.
He didn’t tease.
"Open," he ordered, voice low and rough.
Her jaw dropped instantly.
He pushed in one long, steady thrust—filling her mouth, sliding past her tongue, and sinking straight into the tight heat of her throat.
Persephone gagged hard—once—eyes watering instantly, but the sound turned into a long, muffled moan that vibrated down his shaft.
"Fuck... Ha, what a good girl," Ash grunted, fingers tightening in her hair.
He started moving—slow at first, letting her adjust, then harder.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Each thrust punched past her gag reflex, balls tapping her chin with wet sounds.
Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin in thick strings, slicking every slide.
"Mmmph!"
Persephone moaned louder around him, her throat convulsing, trying to swallow him deeper.
Tears streaked her cheeks, but her eyes stayed locked on his, pleading for more.
"Take it," he growled, hips snapping faster. "All of it!—I want to hear you choke."
And that she did.
Her throat opened wider, gagging wetly every ti he bottod out.
The divinity in the ropes turned every gag, every choke, every stretch into pure, shuddering pleasure—her pussy dripping visibly now, slick trailing down her thighs in thin, glistening lines.
"Shit—look at you," Ash rasped, watching her. "Drooling all over my cock like you aren’t so lofty leader."
Persephone could only whine—as her hips jerked uselessly in the ropes. The more he fucked her throat, the wetter she got, the more her body shook.
Pah! Pah!
He pulled out suddenly—cock glistening with spit—and slapped it against her cheek once, twice.
"Tell .... what you want.," he said.
Persephone gasped for air, voice wrecked.
"Please love... fuck my throat again!"
He smiled as that was like music to his ears... and he didn’t make her wait.
He thrust back in—harder this ti—setting a brutal pace.
In an instant, wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Her throat bulged visibly every ti he buried himself.
"I’m cumming!," he warned, voice tight. "You better swallow every drop—don’t you dare spill."
"mmh!!!"
She moaned in answer—vibrating around him—and he lost it.
"Ughh yo..ur mouth is special girl~"
He slamd deep one last ti—and ca hard, thick ropes flooding her mouth and throat.
Gulp! Gulp!
Persephone swallowed greedily—moaning at the taste, milking him with her throat until he was empty.
He pulled out slowly, a thick string of saliva and cum connecting her lips to his tip before snapping.
Persephone gasped, coughing once, then looked up at him with wrecked, adoring eyes.
"More.... that’s not nearly enough," she rasped.
Ash smirked, knowing he was far from finished. If he’d been a lot to handle before as Erosence, now it was an entirely different ball ga.
Snap!
He snapped his fingers again.
The ropes rearranged her instantly—folding her in half, legs yanked up and back, ankles bound to wrists behind her head.
In this mont... he put her in a full nelson position—completely exposed, dripping, helpless.
Ash appeared behind her.... lined himself up, and slamd ho in one brutal thrust.
Persephone scread—raw, broken, ecstatic.
"AHHH—!"
And this was just the start.... as he fucked her to no ends.
The divinity ropes amplified every impact—every thrust felt like lightning straight to her core, every grind against her cervix sent shockwaves through her whole body.
She ca almost imdiately—walls clamping down like a vice, gushing around him.
"Loveyyyy fuck! I’m cumming—!"
And like usual.... He didn’t dare slow.
Spurt! Spurt!!!!!!
He kept pounding— and as he did.... Her tits bounced wildly, nipples hard and red.
She ca again—screaming his na—then again—voice breaking into sobs of pure pleasure.
Ash growled against her ear.
"Ugh.... I’m cumming again!"
One last deep thrust—hips locked flush—and he ca hard, spilling thick and hot inside her. Persephone wailed through another orgasm, as her body began shaking violently...
They tumbled back onto the mattress, her back resting against Ash’s stomach. He pressed a soft, almost tender kiss to the back of her neck before snapping his fingers again.
The ropes vanished, and Persephone imdiately nestled into him as she shifted into place.
"Don’t you dare leave again," she whispered.
Ash pressed a kiss to her hair.
"Never.... so don’t you worry."
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