Ascension of Azaron

This is part 5 of my Ascension of Azaron series, the plot of which is heavily reliant on events in the previous chapters. I encourage you to read those for context before jumping into this story, unless that's your thing, in which case welcome.

Part 5: Growth

Azaron stepped closer to Persephone, his features now had a darkness to them as the ritual took full effect. Persephone wanted to question how he lived through the ritual, but she was incredibly horny and the man before her seemed determined to have her.

Persephone closed the distance between herself and Azaron, placing a hand on his chest as she looked over his muscular form. "I did promise myself to you once the ritual was over, didn't I," she admitted.

Azaron placed his large, clawed hands on her bare hips "indeed you did, and I intend to make se of you." With this he easily lifted her over his shoulder and set her on the bed.

Without any further prompting Persephone got on her hands and knees, presenting her soft behind to him. The thought of being fucked in the ass for the first time thrilled her.

Azaron slid his engorged cock between her wet lips a few times to lube it up before putting it all the way in her soaking pussy. This drew a moan from Persephone who began thrusting back to meet him. Azaron chuckled at this and placed his hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so his thumb could play with her entrance.

The sensations building in Persephone were growing rapidly, the anticipation of anal sex, the thrusting into her pussy, the thumb drawing circles on her butthole. She let out a low moan and buried her head in her sheets.

Azaron stopped his thrusting, much to the queen's dismay, so he could lean in and eat her ass. His prior experience made this very enjoyable for Persephone who melted as his tongue explored her and pushed deeper than ever before. Finally, he withdrew when he felt satisfied, slid his cock into her pussy a few more times, then positioned his cock head at her wet sphincter.

As she prepared for the massive cock to fill her up, Persephone began drawing circles on her clit. She squeaked with delight as her asshole began to stretch to welcome the invader.

Azaron chuckled as he finally got to enjoy fucking the woman who had been dominating him for the last week. He took a moment to enjoy her ass flexing around his cock head, and when she relaxed again, he pressed further in. This process was repeated a few times, her ass flexing, followed by another few inches until his cock was buried all the way inside her. He took a moment to enjoy his conquest, pulled back until just the head was in, then pushed back into her with greater force, smacking her pale cheeks with his hips. The next few thrusts came with more energy until he hit a steady pace.

Persephone's eyes rolled back as she let out a loud moan as the feeling of her ass getting stretched and pounded drove her insane. She enjoyed being taken more than she thought, but she had every intention of getting control back once this little experiment came to an end.

Azaron kept up his assault on her ass for several minutes until the orgasm building in him reached its final stage. His thrust then became more forceful as he grabbed her hips and began rocking her body to meet his thrusts.

"Oh fuck, ooohh fuuuuck!" Persephone screamed into her bed as she furiously fingered herself, which combined with the pounding at her behind brought waves of orgasm across her body.

At this point Azaron grunted, pulled her hard onto his cock, and dumped his load deep inside her bowels. He thrusted a few more times to ensure her ass milked his cock and took a deep, satisfied breath. With a smile, he ran his hand across her ass, then pulled out and laid on the bed with a contented sigh.

Persephone moved to cuddle with him as he lay there, and he responded without hesitation, holding her close with one arm and running his fingers through her hair. She smiled contentedly and traced circles on his chest.

Azaron stared down at her for a moment and enjoyed the sight of her just being satisfied. No confident facade or sarcastic teasing, just a woman who was pleased with life. He reached out and took her cheek in his hand, gently rubbed his thumb across it, then kissed her forehead softly.

Her features softened as she looked up at him. She felt a peace that had been absent from her life and wished she could simply keep this moment. This was the most genuine affection Persephone had experienced in ages, and she couldn't help but think back to when she and Mab shared moments like this.

"I see why she likes you." She admitted her playful tone poorly hiding her affection.

"And I see why she likes you." He let his affection be open to her, not wanting to make light of their difficult past.

Persephone scoffed at this "I'm sure it's been a good while since she's liked me."

"She's hurt, but she loves you. Deeply" He assured her.

"Has she even considered that I might be hurt too?" Anger tinged her words.

"Mab can be overwhelmed by how she feels, and perhaps she hasn't given you the consideration she should've... but she would be open with you if you took the time to speak with her." He pressed.

Persephone sat up and stared out the window "I know my sister, she has always followed her heart..." she began to trail off, trying to keep tears from forming "I was sure she'd come with me. We'd travel the realms and be in love... she thinks I abandoned her, but she abandoned me."

Azaron thought about what Mab said. About how Persephone gave her no time to consider the consequences of leaving, but in the interest of keeping her walls down he decided to approach this from Persephone's view. He sat up next to her "It's hard to be abandoned... I never knew my parents." He admitted softly, drawing Persephone's gaze back to him. "You spend your whole life wondering why... why you weren't good enough." Azaron stared down at the bed for a moment in silence, then looked to Persephone. "I'll never have the chance to face my parents and ask them why they left me... but you could still go to Mab, I know she'd tell you how she felt and why she stayed."

"Why do I have to go to her? She's never taken the first step; it's always been me." She vented.

"Mab isn't as self-assured as you, she needs to know someone will be there for her."

Persephone said nothing as the tears began to well up in her eyes.

"... I'm sorry she wasn't there for you when you needed her." He said as he placed a hand on her back.

Persephone nodded, sniffled, and wiped her eyes before taking a deep breath. "... We should prepare for the meeting."

Azaron simply nodded in agreement.

...

The next day they set out for the meeting point which was just a hill out in the dry wastelands between the empires of the two underworld queens. Azaron, with his new powers, took the form of a wolf to remain disguised until Persephone decided to strike.

They stopped the carriage as the hill came into view, then Persephone, a few guards, and Azaron approached from the opposite end as Hel and her guards.

Given the fact that the only real potential benefit to this meeting was eliminating the other queen, it did not take much for a fight to break out, and while Hel assumed the wolf was a trap of some sort, she could not have been prepared for the might of Azaron, who used his immense powers to overwhelm the goddess's own sanguinarch. While he was incredibly powerful, he wasn't quite enough to defeat Hel on her own, but between himself and Persephone they brought down the rival's minions and subdued her.

Hel was taken prisoner, leaving Persephone as the only real player in the underworld, a fact she immediately sought to exploit. When they returned to her castle Persephone moved to her war room and began plotting.

While she was preparing for further conquest, Azaron reminded her he had fulfilled his end of the bargain and needed to return to Mab.

Persephone looked up from her desk and gazed at Azaron with a frown "I suppose you do" she sighed.

They stared sadly at each other for a moment, until Persephone let out a weak laugh. "I regret that I'll no longer have the opportunity to torment you."

"Yes, thankfully I no longer have to endure your endless teasing." He smiled, then stepped closer to her. "I'll never be able to forget the endless torment I suffered here."

"I consider it my highest honor that I've scarred you for life" She joked, placing her hand on his chest. "I'm sure my sister will take good care of you when you return" she spoke softly as her smile faded.

"Yes..." he sighed. They stood in silence for a moment before Azaron finally spoke up "I'd like a way to keep in touch."

Persephone looked up at him, a bit taken aback. "Are...are you sure?" She pressed.

"Yes." He assured her plainly.

She couldn't help but smile as she removed her necklace, at the end of which was a small black gem.

He took it with a silent nod.

Persephone let out a deep sigh, cleared her throat, then performed the spell to send him back to Avalon.

...

Mab rushed to the main entrance of the castle and leapt into her husband's arms, kissing him intensely as her love was set ablaze by his presence.

Azaron returned her passions with equal enthusiasm, and they embraced wildly as their tongues danced around each other and their hands explored each other's bodies, savoring the feeling of being embraced once more.

"Oh, my love, take me, I need you deep inside me!" Mab demanded between kisses.

Azaron wasted no time, simply pinning her against the nearest wall and removing her clothes. Being taken so unceremoniously turned Mab on immensely, and she too removed his clothes with much enthusiasm.

They worked together to guide his dick to her outer lips before driving it deep inside of his lover. Mab practically screamed with ecstasy, her hands gripping his back tightly as he thrusted into her. Her eyes rolled back as she felt every inch of her lover moving with strength and speed.

It was not long before the royals came together in the front hall. After they caught their breath, Mab lifted her head and stared into her love's eyes.

"You have wings" she remarked.

"I do. Why don't we get out of the hall so I can tell you about it. Perhaps a bath would be nice?" He offered.

She smiled contentedly, "that sounds lovely."

They drew a bath and relaxed together, Mab hardly ever leaving his arms the whole way through. After they took some time to be at peace together, Azaron finally recounted his time away, sparing little detail.

"She does miss you" He finally admitted.

At this she lifted her head. "How can you be sure?"

"Why would she lie?"

Mab stepped back from Azaron and pondered this for a moment "I... don't know if that matters now. We've both come so far since then. She won't come back home, and I can't go with her. We live so far apart now I just..."

"I think it is worth at least speaking to her. Just to get some closure if nothing else" He insisted.

Mab just kept her eyes on the water. "I don't want to talk about this now." she spoke softly as she held herself.

Azaron knew better than to push this further now. Besides that, it wasn't his job to fix the rift between them, even though he felt it should be addressed. He just sighed and relented.

They spent the rest of the bath in silence, and while Mab lay in his arms, she was still distant. The rest of the day was spent doing the normal political routine with meetings and conferences, with Azaron taking the lead as Mab's mind wandered elsewhere.

They ate dinner late in the day and few words were spoken. Finally, Mab looked up and took in Azaron. He now had vampire blood within him. He had been altered, not only by her but also her sister. He had been touched in ways that could not be ignored or removed. Her mark on her lover was permanent and obvious. And yet he was here with her, going through their day together as if he had never left. Could she get used to this change? Was this part of her sister's plan to reach out to her, or perhaps taunt her further?

"Do you really think she misses me?" she finally asked.

"I know she does." he assured her.

Mab played with her food for a bit as she thought. "If she is willing to come here... then I'll talk to her." she finally agreed.

Azaron smiled just a bit "I think that'll be good for you both." He then kissed her cheek.

"Yeah...maybe" she absentmindedly agreed.

...

Persephone entered the lounge in an empty part of the palace, in the dark of the night, without fanfare. It was agreed the people shouldn't know about this. Persephone wasn't thrilled about coming to Mab again, but there wasn't a suitable middle ground that could be decided on, and Azaron did a lot to convince her to come here. It meant a lot that he had organized this personally, or perhaps she just wanted to believe that. She was here for Mab, not him, and while she'd always remember the time they spent together, she knew he was Mab's at heart.

Persephone kept her clothing simple, she had no one to show off to, and this was supposedly a casual visit. Mab was fresh out of a bath and wore a silk emerald colored robe as she lounged on a large couch. Azaron, who had carefully prepared the room, sat between the sisters. He knew that it was very likely they would be standoffish to start, and he prepared himself to help break the ice.

Persephone crossed the room as she stared down at her sister. "Mab" she coldly greeted as she sat across from her.

"Persephone." Mab was equally stiff.

"That's a start." Azaron thought to himself before clearing his throat and speaking up. "Persephone, thank you for agreeing to meet us here. I'm hoping we can use this as an opportunity to clear the air and make things less... hostile."

The sisters stared at each other without much acknowledgement of his intro. At this point he accepted he would be the driving force here. "I know we're dealing with a particularly sore spot for the both of you, so maybe we should just start with why you guys did what you di-"

"She knows why I left, she said she understood me, and she refused to join me anyway" Persephone hissed.

"You left without me! In the dead of the night, without even trying to wake me!" Mab protested.

"You packed nothing, you spent the whole day trying to talk me out of it, you made it clear as day you had no interest in coming with me!"

"Oh, forgive me for not leaping to leave me home and everything I ever knew just because you hated it here! There was a kingdom and people who depended on us!"

"Mother made this place a prison, I thought maybe you'd realize that after I left since you couped her, but I guess the kingdom was just more important than me!"

At this Mab stood up "We could've ruled this kingdom together if you didn't run off, I would've helped you get rid of mom! You gave me an ultimatum and no alternative."

Persephone threw out her arms indignantly "You never suggested anything! I was always taking the lead and instead of offering up alternatives you just relied on me to solve everything for you! If I stayed you never would've done anything except follow me around like a lost dog!" she pointed at her little sister.

Mab grit her teeth as her rage boiled. "If I was as stupid as you say then how could I have taken this kingdom for myself AND made an Oberon AND finally merge the summer and winter courts after thousands of years of separation!? All of which I did without you!"

Now Persephone stood to face her sister. "Maybe you just thought your big sister would solve all your problems for you and when you finally realized you needed to stand up for yourself you decided you wanted this kingdom more than you wanted me."

"I was devastated when you left! I thought of going to find you, but mom made sure I could never have space to myself. For years I was locked away because of what you did! I had no choice but to take this kingdom even when all I wanted was to be with you!" Mab practically shrieked as tears began to stream down her face.

"If you wanted to be with me, you would've followed me in the first place instead of trying to talk me out of it! You backed away from me long before I left you!"

"Because I was scared, you were asking me to leave everything we had ever known!"

"But we would've been together!" Persephone insisted.

Mab turned away and covered her face. Persephone took a deep breath and stared at the floor.

Azaron sat still with his hand over his mouth, unsure of how to intervene or if he even should at this point. Which is when his eyes met Persephone's. Her gaze was cold, and her heart was hard, but she kept her eyes on Azaron as she assured herself she was in the right. He said nothing, just gazed at Mab, then looked back at Persephone with his eyebrows raised.

Persephone looked away from him. She was sick of hoping Mab would apologize. She knew Mab was far too stubborn, and she considered just leaving now before there was more heartbreak, but deep down she hated to see her sister like this. As Mab cried softly, Persephone finally faced her. It had been ages since she saw Mab cry, and despite how cold her heart had become, the one person who could always warm it was her sister. She said nothing but took her sister in her arms and let her cry. Mab didn't resist, just rested her head on Persephone's chest and cried. Persephone began swaying gently as she petted her sister's head.

"It's ok baby. It's ok." Persephone shushed Mab. She sat on the couch and took Mab into her lap, rocking her gently and kissing her forehead.

They stayed like this for a bit until Mab finally wiped her eyes and sat up.

Persephone ran her thumb across Mab's cheek and looked into her eyes. "I still love you... I never stopped loving you" She softly admitted.

Mab sniffled and nodded. "I love you too... I promise I wanted to follow you, I really did, I was just so scared..."

"I... I understand. But I just couldn't stay."

"I know..." Mab finally admitted softly, resting her head in her big sister's hands.

Only the sound of the fireplace prevented silence from consuming the room. For a long time the sisters sat together and took a moment to center themselves. As their anger and pain faded, the joy of being together again started to rise. Mab had not been held by her sister in centuries, and although her hands were cold as the night air, it warmed Mab's heart to know her sister would still hold her like this, that she was there when Mab needed her.

Mab looked into her big sister's golden eyes for a moment, appreciating the moment of peace and affection between them. As she stared at her lost lover, she found herself enchanted as she had been all those years ago, and carried by her passion, she leaned in and kissed Persephone. The kissing was soft at first, their lips behaved as if this was new territory and brushed each other only tentatively, but as Persephone held Mab's face and Mab ran her fingers through Persephone's hair, they remembered the embrace they once shared and kissed again with renewed energy.

Mab began to moan softly between kisses "Oh Seph... I missed you... so much."

"Me too baby..." Persephone agreed as her breath quickened.

Mab pulled back for just a moment, just to take in the gaze of her lover who had been lost for so long as if to ask if this was real. Persephone was not interested in thinking about this and, determined to carry this moment, returned to making out with Mab.

Soon they were locked in deep embrace, caressing, and squeezing each other with great intensity. Persephone's hand gently stroked her sister's neck, down to her chest, her hand wrapping around Mab's breast, causing her little sister to moan softly. Mab then pulled her robe open to allow her sister easy access to her chest.