Author's Notes: First of all, I must thank the reviewers. I felt so encouraged and welcomed by all of you, and really inspired, which is why after this, my first Hades/Persephone fic, I wrote two more! :-D Several of you suggested a second part to this little ficlet, and I decided to oblige! How could I not? Fostersb cleverly proposed a bit of Hades seeking revenge for Persephone's teasing in Part 1, and so there might be a smidge of that here, hehe.

I won't plug my other stories… okay, yes, I will. If you liked this, I have two other Persephone/Hades fics with more to come – I hope you'll be interested.

Finally, thank you SO MUCH to my Beta, Slytherin-Me. She is one incredible lady, and has been graciously working overtime for me lately. A large part of what all of you mentioned you liked in reviews comes from her. I couldn't do this without her help and support!



Persephone charged toward an alarmed-looking Charon, throwing her arms around his neck before she'd even stepped into the boat. She felt him cringe but couldn't find it in her to care; she simply hugged him tighter, squealing excitedly against his shoulder.

"Step into the ferry please, Mistress," he pleaded, eyeing the impatient shades behind her and the thin limbs poking out of the river striving to reach her dress. Her toes were bordering perilously close to the water as she leaned over the boat to embrace him.

She did as he asked immediately, latching onto his forearms for support as she climbed aboard and situated herself in the creaky vessel. She beamed up at him as she folded her hands upon her lap.

Charon eyed her suspiciously, sinking his pole into the bottom of the river to ferry them across. "You abhor this part of the Underworld, Mistress," he reminded her, his scraggly hair falling into his face from his exertions.

Her smile faltered fractionally as she gazed about her. "I do dislike this part. I wish I could help them," she confessed woefully, but then her eyes turned bright again. "I can do so once I am back upon my throne! I cannot wait to see my husband!" she cried exuberantly.

The old man had never witnessed her so openly expressive on the journey to the other side. He arched a brow but remained silent as he poled them steadily across the river, though he was unable to take his eyes from her the entire time. She was the most radiant light in this bleak world. He was uncertain as to how his Lord Hades had secured her or given her reason to enjoy being here, but Charon was glad for it. It was the only peace he was afforded all year.

"You regard me as if I bore three heads like Cerberus," she commented, an amused smile gracing her gorgeous face. "I acknowledge my behavior to beg strange, but I encountered Hades a fortnight ago at Zeus' party and my anticipation has been building ever since!"

It was almost as though she had summoned the great beast when she'd spoken Cerberus' name, for as they approached the opposite bank, Charon spotted him bounding back and forth along the river's edge, barking his three heads off. The snakes of his wily mane were snapping, and his huge tail was wagging furiously enough to create ripples on the water's surface.

"Oooh, hurry, Charon! My little lamb is waiting for me," she cooed, tears filling her eyes.

The ferryman was sure he'd never sustained more shock than when she leapt gracefully from the boat and cuddled close to the Guardian, cradling his middle head in her arms and crooning to the beast as to how much she'd missed him. Cerberus' other heads were engaged in delivering enthusiastic licks to her shoulders and cheeks.

"Where is Daddy, hmm?" she asked the hound, petting all of his heads at different intervals. "Let's go find him." She turned toward Charon and waved. "Goodbye, Charon! I shall see you in six months," she proclaimed, and turned with the massive canine beast at her heels.

Charon concluded six months was much too long a wait to behold the captivating Mistress of the Underworld again.


Persephone could not wait to lay hands on Hades. As if he did not occupy her thoughts endlessly while aboveground, their encounter at Zeus' fete had left her wholly consumed with thoughts of engaging her dark husband again. Her powers had grown sufficient enough to enable her to travel instantly, but she enjoyed the ritual of her journey to the Underworld; it reminded her of the need to make a difference in the afterlives of those souls in the throne room, and she also delighted in discoursing with Charon. Oft times she baited him for his reactions alone. His bewildered expressions were priceless.

But perhaps she should have traveled straight to Hades this time. She could feel herself becoming rapidly wet from just the thought of being with her beloved again, and if she didn't have him soon she just might explode.

Cerberus nudged her with his middle head, his keen nose scenting her lower back. She blushed and turned toward the beast.

"No! Bad dog!" She felt guilty when his ears drooped, and his tail ceased its wagging. She gentled her voice and continued, "Return to your spot, Boy, and I shall bring you a treat later!" She was relieved when he immediately withdrew to do her bidding.

Turning back to the path that led to the throne room, she hurried on. As she hastily made her way to where her husband was sure to be, she wielded her augmented powers to transform her white dress stitched with flowers into a black gown that hugged her upper body before flowing out along her hips and legs. It was Hades' favorite. With a luminous smile meant only for him, she pushed open the doors to the throne room, her eyes seeking out his intricately carved black throne…only to find him missing.

She pouted for a moment, slightly irritated at his absence. She wondered briefly if he was stalking around Tartarus torturing poor souls and had lost track of the time, just as her mother had occasionally forgotten her day of return as she was engrossed in making people's lives miserable during winter. It was aggravating; surely Hades had been anticipating this as much as she, and would not forgo the opportunity to pounce on her upon her arrival?

Persephone trudged towards their bedchamber, disheartened. She'd been aching for two agonizing weeks and he'd been… well, obviously not thinking of her! Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She would take a nap and then perhaps she would not be so cross.

But upon entering their elaborate quarters, Persephone discovered someone already ensconced in their bed. She stopped short, her breath hitching at the glorious sight before her. Her husband, the big, bad, dark Lord of the Underworld, was sprawled face down atop silk sheets, naked as a newborn babe as he napped. As Persephone worked past the shock of her husband actually napping, a new wave of astonishment crashed over her as she realized he was groaning her name against his pillow. His hand was imprisoned between his hips and the mattress, and he was thrusting against it insistently.

Her desire returned full force, and then tripled as she observed him. Fire heated her blood. He was magnificent… and he belonged to her. She grinned wickedly as she approached the massive bed, licking her lips in anticipation. She was going to turn his obviously erotic dream into a reality.

She raised the hem of her gown so that she could climb atop the bed, moving as gently as possible so as not wake him too soon. She bent her head to trail light kisses up his muscular thighs, her brown curls ghosting across his skin and causing him to shift in his sleep. Perfect to her plan, he rolled onto his back, his hand still tight around his impressive erection, and he groaned her name again.

With a thought she vanished the gown from her body, and straddled his calves so that she could lean over and brace her hands on either side of his hips. The ends of her silky hair caressed his inner thighs, eliciting a moan from him, and she smirked mischievously before sealing her lips around the tip of his shaft as he stroked himself. She felt his body shiver, and impatiently reached up to remove his hand and replace it with her own around his turgid flesh. She wrapped her palm around the base of his cock, squeezing tightly as she welcomed his length into her mouth. Her tongue ran up along the sensitive vein to the head, and then she began sucking tenaciously. His hips rose off the bed and his hands instinctively sought purchase in her hair, but a glance up revealed him to be still asleep, probably believing his pleasure to be some erotic dream.

As he was straining towards his climax, Persephone abruptly released his prick and shifted up his legs. She positioned herself above him, and as she steadied herself with a hand on his chest, she guided him to her entrance, and sank down onto his length, her head falling back in surrender. She emitted a low moan as she seated herself to the hilt, never witnessing his eyes fly open, nor feeling his body tense beneath her. She began to ride him in earnest, leaning back to feel him brush against her most sensitive spot, her breath hitching as she rolled her hips.

She gasped as she felt Hades seize her hips and halt her ministrations, a ragged plea escaping her throat as her clouded eyes snapped open. Her husband was breathing heavily, watching her with a mixture of raging desire and utter confusion. She leaned forward to take his face in her hands, but didn't have to go far as he rose to a seated position, angling his flesh inside of her and causing her to whimper.

"Is Morpheus torturing me again?" he asked her on a disbelieving whisper as he cupped her face in his big palms.

Persephone smiled though she felt she would become unhinged if he didn't begin to move within her. "You're not dreaming, my love… I've returned… a fortnight has passed," she reminded him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and dipping her head forward so that she could press her lips to his. Her husband groaned as the slight movement caused her feminine muscles to clamp around him.

One hand behind her head, entwined in her curls, and the other at the small of her back keeping her flush against him, he flipped them over smoothly so that Persephone lay on her back. His hands slid down her body to her legs, and he encouraged her to wrap them tightly around his waist. She was writhing, aching for him to begin his sensual rhythm within her. Her hands latched onto his strong shoulders, her nails digging into the taut muscles as he braced his hands on either side of her face to gaze down upon her.

Hades was on fire, as well; felt near to bursting as her tight sheath squeezed him, but he wanted to look at his wife, wanted to draw out their exquisite pleasure. The sadist in him also sought to tease Persephone mercilessly because of the way she'd left him at Zeus' party; his cock had been as hard as a stone, throbbing painfully from her heated caresses. He grinned down at her, bending his head to capture one of her taut nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue along the sensitive bud. She cried out and gripped his neck in her hands, clutching at him desperately.

"Oh please, please Hades, you mustn't!" Her hips arched in search of movement but he withdrew slightly, holding himself apart from her and sucking hard at her nipple.

"Mustn't I, Wife?" He attacked her other breast then, laving the hardened tip before sucking it into his mouth.

Her thighs clenched around his hips so forcefully that Hades choked out a curse against her breast, his head falling against her shoulder, his hot breath fanning her neck.

"Someone has surely missed this," he commented raggedly, sinking into her heat just a mere inch, teasingly postponing his claim.

She moaned before answering, her arms slipping around his waist in order to drag her fingernails up the skin of his backside. She tried to laugh at his groan and the triumph of compelling him to slip further into her slick entrance, but it emerged as a sob of pleasure. "Oh!" She gasped against his lips as he snapped his hips expertly. She latched onto his lower lip and sucked it ardently, moaning wantonly to spur him on.

Unable to withstand her sweet torture, and somewhere in the back of his mind highly proud that Persephone could hold her own against him, he thrust forward to bury himself in her core, eliciting an ecstatic cry from her. He marveled at how tightly wrapped she was around his body… and around his heart.

"Tell me," he insisted then, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss to further demonstrate his claim.

Persephone's eyes opened, and she pinned him with the most loving gaze he'd ever beheld. "I love you," she pledged on a husky whisper, her hands cupping his face.

He thrust his tongue into her mouth even as he surged within her body, rocking against her as if their entire world would end in moments. He kissed her passionately, his hands sliding under her back to hold her tightly to him, all the while plunging into her welcoming cleft. He pulled back and grasped her hips then, abandoning all control as he angled her so that as he drove into her, he would stroke that sweet spot inside her that drove her wild. He knew he'd prevailed when her walls convulsed fiercely around his shaft and she cried out his name on a broken wail. Her explosive release triggered his, and with a victorious shout he came inside her, his hot seed spilling into her.

Hades collapsed on top of his wife. Persephone had turned into a contented kitten, practically purring against his neck as she cradled him to her. With surprising strength, however, she rolled them over so that she rested atop him. She folded her arms upon his chest and gazed down at him, a wide smile on her exquisite face. Hades wrapped an arm around her waist so that he could trail his fingers along her back while his other arm served to pillow his head.

"Tell me," Persephone suddenly commanded, a sparkle in her wintergreen eyes that had him hardening once again.

"Six months is much too long," he informed her, his fingers tracing circles on her derrière. He chuckled when she slapped his chest.

"Tell me," she bid again impatiently, her eyes growing serious.

Hades surveyed her precious face, her tangled brown curls, and her smooth, damp skin. He looked deeply into eyes that bespoke what manner of goddess lay within; how loving, how accepting, how spirited she was. He opened his mouth to speak of those things, to tell her how astounding he thought her to be.

"Hades?" she questioned uncertainly, her brow furrowing. Her teeth worried at her bottom lip, already swollen from his overzealous attentions.

He caressed her cheek, still awed after all this time at the way she leaned into his touch.

"I love you," he declared passionately, and drew her up for another kiss.