[ The physical form had never mattered to him: it was the soul within that ever captured his attention. Hades had fallen in love with her soul and it meant little to him what her vessel was, for he could tend to her pleasures no matter what. Her incomplete soul shown through this body, the warmth and color of it unmistakable. It just so happened to be that her physical form was appealing and desirable-- and knowing that it was her beneath him meant that no other could shine brighter than her.
It was when he felt her fingers thread through his hair, gripping them tight as if to anchor herself, did a sudden thought came to him then: a memory. The memory was of a melody from a time when everything was well and whole. There was no looming dread of the end. Only the content bells that would pass by when he was in her company and she would sing this tune for him whenever he was overwhelmed by work and responsibilities. Around the sensitive nub he started to hum the first few bars from memory.
He had planned for the vibrations from this act to act as stimulation as his tongue continued to work her clitoris. But more than that: would it sound familiar to her? Hades couldn't speak to her directly of their past but he could find small loopholes around it. If he could find the right pieces to give to her, perhaps she could solve the puzzle on her own.
After a time he released the nub and wetted his lips with his tongue. There was more to this method than teasing her sex though. He squeezed her thighs once more to assure her that he was not quite done, and without wasting anytime, he dragged his tongue from the bottom of her slit up to her clit. A motion he repeated a second time before nudging her folds and dip the tip of the muscle inside her slick heat. ]
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It was when he felt her fingers thread through his hair, gripping them tight as if to anchor herself, did a sudden thought came to him then: a memory. The memory was of a melody from a time when everything was well and whole. There was no looming dread of the end. Only the content bells that would pass by when he was in her company and she would sing this tune for him whenever he was overwhelmed by work and responsibilities. Around the sensitive nub he started to hum the first few bars from memory.
He had planned for the vibrations from this act to act as stimulation as his tongue continued to work her clitoris. But more than that: would it sound familiar to her? Hades couldn't speak to her directly of their past but he could find small loopholes around it. If he could find the right pieces to give to her, perhaps she could solve the puzzle on her own.
After a time he released the nub and wetted his lips with his tongue. There was more to this method than teasing her sex though. He squeezed her thighs once more to assure her that he was not quite done, and without wasting anytime, he dragged his tongue from the bottom of her slit up to her clit. A motion he repeated a second time before nudging her folds and dip the tip of the muscle inside her slick heat. ]