The smell of sulfur filled her senses, she knew she was home. The moans and screams of souls still chilled her to the bone but she stared start ahead waiting to return to the man she dearly loved.
"He is going to be very happy to see ma'am." Said the blurry figure that rotated the oar, she found it strange that she could see the oar clear as day yet couldn't see the figure.
She smiled, "I hope so. I miss him like crazy."
The blurry figure stopped the boat next to a dark palace that looked as if it had been built into the brimstone wall. The long dark columns that had Greek stories written all around them, she knew they were there but she couldn't remember any of them. She gathered the middle of her green robe up so she wouldn't trip going up the stairs. She pushed the doors open and instantly smelled his scent, he always smelled like roses. She always wondered how he smelled like that since sulfur surrounded him.
She entered their room and in the large bed was the man she loved and craved, he was lying on his stomach, the sheet that had been covering his body was tangled in his legs, and his long hair that reached the end of his waist was like a mass silk blanket that covered his back. Walking to over to the bed, she sat down on the right side and studied his body, his shoulders strong and broad, strong arms that carried her to bed every night they were together, long slender fingers that traveled every inch of her body, slender hips that she clutched during passionate nights, and had an ass that a quarter could bounce off of, and had long, strong legs that prevented them from taking baths together. His face though was a thing of beauty in her eyes; he had a straight nose, full lips that pouted when he slept, a goatee that added to his bad boy looks. She smiled then leaned over and then bit him right on ass.
"Ow!" Hades screamed as he slightly jumped and grabbed his left butt cheek, "Damn it Seph, how many times do I have to tell you not to bite my ass."
