The Consort

The Moment

I stretched upwards, my fingers colliding with the mahogany headboard. I gripped it tightly, stretching my body along the length of the bed before curling back up, angling myself towards my husband. Still fast asleep Hades snored lightly, the sound jittering slightly as my fingers wound their way into his chest hair, curling and splaying in time with his breathing. His hand covered my own, his right eye barely open to look down at me sleepily. I grinned up at him, the uncaught hand trailing down his sides to play by his hip.

A laugh escaped his mouth as he wriggled away from my touch, his back pressing against the edge of the bed as I neared menacingly, my fingers outstretched. At the last second I dove, my fingers colliding with a much different part of his body than I had expected. Our eyes locked as I squeezed the semi-hard length. Hades shuddered, my grip loosening slightly to allow his length the pass through my grip. A fast, hard breath escaped his lungs as my hands found an easy rhythm. I squeezed a touch harder as my fingers brushed against the joint between tip and base, Hades groaned, his eyes closing as his hands strayed to the bedsheets, gripping them until his knuckles turned white. 

My pace quickened to match that of his breathing, my spittle coating the length to ensure it wouldn’t dry out. My husband writhed beneath me until a hot stream of liquid shot from the tip, spraying over the sheets and his stomach. I easily traced my tongue up the uneven pathway, swallowing every drop of the white liquid. 

With an ease that still astounded me Hades pulled me into a cuddle, his arm stretching across my body to rest on my shoulder. I inhaled his scent, nuzzling into his chest. “Are you prepared for today my dear?” Despite everything he had taught me I still did not feel prepared. 

He played with my hair gently, smoothing out the mess of knots which had formed overnight. We did not have enough moments like this. The moments where we could lay undisturbed together, our thoughts drifting, or that we would talk till the lights were too bright to ignore. Before too long my eyes drifted closed, my mind wandering down the long corridor and into the mind and heart of another. We breathed together, hearts synchronised perfectly as the dark haired man looked at himself in the floor length mirror.

The change was almost overwhelming. The way the dark suit-pants hung from his hips, just a touch too big for his slight frame, revealing a touch of the subtle v-shape that drew my eyes downward. His fingers splayed over his chest, deciding whether to forgo the the ruffled long sleeve shirt Hades had gifted him. It would restrict the wings, he knew, but the fabric was exquisite. He shrugged the material over his arms and onto his shoulders, before his eyes seemed to meet mine through the mirror. 

“What do you think Persephone?” He questioned, long fingers running down sides as he tensed. I could feel the corner of my mouth lifting as I assessed the long lines and curves of his slim body. The uniform of the God of Death certainly suited him. 

“Keep it unbuttoned.” I suggested, and Thanatos nodded to himself, turning away from the mirror as I backed out of the rabbit hole of his mind and back towards my own.

I opened my eyes, sighing deeply as I stared at the cloud-covered ceiling. Hades had painted it the morning after my first night here. It was far too dark, too gloomy for someone who was so used to living in the light. So our room had been repainted, with colours and vibrancy I was used to from the world above.

Hades hovered nearby, concentrating heavily on the blue tie around his neck. After another moment of watching him struggle I carefully untangled myself from the cotton sheets. Smiling at my husband I pulled the tie, carefully wrapping the longest piece around and through the short before pulling it tight around his neck and folding the collar over.

“Perfect.” I nodded to myself before making my way over to my side of the room, quickly and quietly preparing myself for the day ahead. We would be meeting a thousand of the recently deceased - all of whom had found issue with their afterlives in some form or another. 

Hades stood behind me, our outfits matching precisely - the colour of my knee-length sundress accentuated the blue of his tie. His eyes crinkled as he stared at our reflection, contentment hiding in the pupils of his eyes. “Let’s go.”