This is my first story on literotica and I hope you all like it. This is the beginning of a series based on my personal twist of Greek Mythology, so please leave comments and rate. If you like it I will post more chapters and if not, too bad, this is the non consent section haha. ;)
Intruder
Persephone's eyelids fluttered softly against her fair skin and long, blonde eyelashes. Her head lay in a pile of long, curly, dishwater blonde hair upon a plush white pillow.
"Beautiful", thought the intruder. Never had he seen a creature so innocent. He tentatively reached out a pale finger and lightly brushed it over her light pink cheek. He watched as her eyelids fluttered more, and her lips twitched. He quickly drew his hand away in fear he was causing her nightmares.
"Oh, my dear Persephone", He said in a hush voice," I speak to you now in your sleep, for that is all I can have you see of me. Soon darling we will meet and I can take you with me as my queen. I only fear you will reject me if I try. I will come for you soon". Then with that the tall, dark haired man turned his back to the sleeping girl and climbed with ease out her window and down the wall.
He trudged across the yard and climbed upon his black carriage. The ground opened up into a portal beneath the grass and soil, and he rode away from the small cottage pulled by two giant black horses. The soil reunited once again as any trace he had been there disappeared.
*****
Slinking gently through the shadowing woodlands, Persephone trembled in fear. The cool winds had begun to nip at her neck and she knew it was getting late. An over coat she had not, for she had intended on only staying out for a short amount of time. Mother surely knew she had breached the lines of her limit. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard her mother calling her name from afar.
"Persephone, wherever you are you had better return home this instant!"
'Oh no.' Persephone whispered to herself. Trouble found its way to her no matter how careful she believed she was being. Persephone was no careful girl. Lighthearted and adventurous since a young age, she was not easy to deal with for an overly protective mother.
She sighed as she came within range of her furious mother and prepared herself for another argument and You-don't-know-the-ways-of-the-dangerous-world lecture. When her slim, 5'2 frame emerged from the depths of the woods, her mother stormed towards her.
"Where were you? I nearly had a heart attack when the maids told me you were nowhere to be found. What were you doing out there in the woods all alone? Or were you even alone?" She seethed. Her faded brown hair fell in ringlets around her aged face. The only thing young about her was her bright blue-green eyes and at the moment they were flaring, her pupils dilating in rage.
"Yes I was alone mother! Why do you always assume the worst of things? Maybe I wanted to escape this prison of a home for once and explore the world I was put into. Did you ever think of that? Of course you didn't because you never think! You just sit at home doing the same few things over and over each day pretending that you are happy with this life of exile. I never get to see the world!" Persephone exploded back at her mother. Hands clenched into small pale fists, she shook. The wind blew her waist length hair like whips against her body lashing out. Her bright eyes that she got from her mother gleamed with a glazed coat of tears.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, child! I will not have this! I do this to protect you from the world! Your ignorance and defiance would get you killed as soon as you went out into the wilderness. I am protecting you and this is what I get from you! There is much to offer here as you know. You have always loved our gardens, the fields of flowers, all of your books, and the lake you swim in."
"Swim in? I am required to wear fully covering swim attire and wade in waist high water. That is not swimming. The books have all been read many times and I am tired of just attending to our small garden of vegetables. I want to go out into the world and see what else there is to offer besides home schooling, gardens, and the consistent voice of what all I am not allowed to do whispering into my ears day and night. Also I am no child!" Persephone yelled and ran off to the house before her mother could reply.
She burst through her front door and ran upstairs past one her maids, Abigail, before taking in her look of shock. Her dress flowed behind her in a light grey veil covering all the way past her ankles as she darted upstairs. The rim edge of it slightly dampened with mud. She flung herself onto her large bed of cotton sheets, buried her face in her arms, and began to weep quietly, in fear her mother would overhear. This continued until she slowly sank into a deep sleep.
*****
Hades stood in the corner of the room watching the crying silhouette of the young female, and his invisibility turned off. She had put on quit a display and he felt bad for the dear. Her crying was a mere whimper now as she seemed to be falling into sleep. He had heard the fight between her and her mother and frowned slightly. The last thing she had said before she ran off was that she was not a child. Hades smirked at the small figure upon the bed and trudged closer, his boots thumping heavily on the wooden floor.
She was a child, but not for long. He knew in 2 days she would turn 18. That was what he had been waiting for. He sat on her bed and towered over her in his long, black coat and his coal-black hair fell into his eyes. 'So small, beautiful, and delicate' he thought, 'Finally, I will have you'.
