Page 55 of Hades

Only it wasn’t the enemy come for him.

It was not the devil to deliver him to his fate.

It was a girl.

It was his girl?

Relief poured hot and heavy over his head, closing his blurry eyes he inhaled hard, the sickness receded. She’d come to help him and lead him out of the dark into her light as he always knew she was meant for.

He smiled, held out his palm and asked her for help.

Shaking in his own skin, hot and cold. Cold and hot, she nursed him for a long time. Time felt irrelevant, all Hades knew was he liked the burn of the open fire as he shuddered beneath a thick, soft blanket and hands tended to him, cleaning his wound.

“You’re going to be okay.” The girl. His sweet love told him. And he believed her. Someone had come to help him, he wasn’t alone.

Always so fucking alone, he hated it. Why did everyone leave him?

And when she crawled into his skin with him, the devil did smile.

He cuddled her close, and embraced the fate, accepted it for his own. This was the life meant for him. His father would say;Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he delivered them from their distress.

His sweet love. His precious bitch. The slut of his worn heart.

Time and space became something he floated in as the fever shook his bones, but she was there every second taking care of him, talking to him in a voice he didn’t recognize, but who else would take care of him If not his sweet love?

She accepted him, hard and needful into her body, the joining so much more than it ever was, and if not for the pain in his head and the fog in his mind he would have broken down and fucking wept for the acceptance.

Finally.

Finally. He thought. She wanted him as he’d wanted her. He’d broken his devilish little slut and she finally belonged to him, he wasn’t alone any more.

He heard her gasp, through the dizziness pounding his temples and the sheer volume of his senses being all mixed up, she lay under him, fingers biting at his body, pushing his chest. No, that wasn’t right. His sweet love wanted him now, she wouldn’t lash out.

That’s it. Mine, mine, mine.

She was so sweet, so his, so lovely, his sweet love, he tried to focus, to bring her face into his vision when she asked who he was.

Why was she….

But he knew.

He tried to smile, his cock already thick, hard and ready inside her.

She no longer wanted a master.

She wanted the man.

His voice scratched. “Kyle.” He answered and began to move more powerful, wanting that gasp of her pleasure again.Finally, mine.

She was part of his skin and the devil did sing this time.

It was like coming home and being accepted. The burn of it brought tears to Hades throat.

He fell asleep inside his sweet bitch.

He woke alone.

And for hours he worried where she’d gone and when she’d be back to him.

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