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Except kink is involved.

Hercules might not know it, but he’s Hades’s proxy in this. Fucking me because my Sir commanded it.

And just like that, I’m coming. My orgasm draws a cry from my lips, and Hercules shoves deep, fucking me in short pumps that draw it out for long seconds. When I think I can’t bear any more, when I’m about to beg for mercy, he follows me over the edge, my name on his lips.

He flops down next to me on the couch. “Damn.”

“Damn is right,” I murmur. I can’t think past the racing of my heart. I didn’t expect this. I never could have anticipated it.

“Did I hurt you?” I can actually feel his hesitance trying to take hold again.

I press back against him with a grin. “Not even a little bit.”

“But—”

I turn and drape one leg over his hip. He dwarfs me, and his big hand settling on my hip makes me feel almost dainty. It would be the easiest thing in the world for him to dominate me physically, but he has this unsure look on his pretty face, as if he expects to be kicked. And not in a fun way. I run my hands up his chest and cup his face. “Hercules, you followed orders beautifully.”

Something in him relaxes at that and he pulls me closer, though it almost feels like I’m a teddy bear that he’s using for comfort, rather than the woman he just fucked hard and dirty. I don’t mind. Aftercare is part of the process, even if it was an almost-vanilla scene. I let him cuddle me and allow myself to enjoy this moment for what it is.

A beautiful man just made me come and now is looking to me for comfort. No games on his part. No walls. The sheer simplicity of it soothes me in a way I couldn’t anticipate. I stroke my hand down his arm. “No regrets?”

“No regrets,” he breathes. “I just kind of can’t believe this happened.”

I laugh and arch against him, feeling more relaxed than I have been in ages. “Oh, it happened. And it was good.”

“Meg,” he says slowly.

“Yes?”

He reaches between us and drags his hand down the center of my body. “I could call you a car.” He traces me with a blunt finger, pushing inside and dragging my wetness up around my clit.

“You could.” I’m practically quivering as he does that move again. It’s nowhere near enough to get me anywhere close to orgasm, but it feels good. So freaking good.

“Or…” He licks my ear in almost the exact same spot Hades did earlier tonight. “Or I could eat your pussy again. You stopped me before I was finished with you.”

I shouldn’t… Then again, I shouldn’t do a lot of things I really enjoy doing. “That’s quite the decision to make.” I roll onto my back, taking him with me. “I suppose it’s a reasonable request considering how much I enjoyed you fucking me like I asked.”

“Totally reasonable.” He urges me high on the couch so I’m sitting and he’s stretched out between my spread thighs. He gives me a wicked grin that has butterflies with razor sharp wings erupting in my stomach. “I like you, Meg.”

“I like you too, Hercules.” I can’t resist sifting my fingers through his light hair as he dips down and gives my pussy an open-mouthed kiss. I can’t get enough of the sight of the sheer bliss on his face as he explores me with his tongue. Now that we’ve both taken the edge off, he’s got a little better control, but it couldn’t be clearer that he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. Pleasure winds through me, and I tug on his hair to guide him back to my clit. “Make me come again.”

This time, he doesn’t tease. He follows my order fucking beautifully, working my clit skillfully as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. He doesn’t slow down, he doesn’t stop, simply goes after me with a single-minded determination I might find frightening if my pleasure wasn’t his aim.

“Yes, Hercules, just like that.”

Movement out of the corner of my eye has me lifting my head, but Hercules is too wrapped up in licking my pussy to notice. That’s why he doesn’t see Hades walk into the room. Only the heat in Hades’s eyes gives away how affected he is by this, but I can’t begin to say if it’s fury or desire or some combination of both.

I open my mouth, but he shakes his head. He simply gives a small smile and mouths a single word. Come.

Just like that, the spell is broken. I begin to move again, grinding against Hercules’s mouth as Hades looks on, held helpless by my Sir’s gaze. My orgasm hits me with the strength of a freight train, a thousand times stronger than the one when it was just Hercules and I. It bows my back and draws a scream from my lips. The entire world goes fuzzy.