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Persephone was as uncomfortable as most everyone else in the room must have been. Yes, this step was an expected part of a wedding, but she’d thought-
It didn’t really matter now. She and Hades stood in front of their (new) wedding bed, looking at each other and trying to ignore the menagerie of beings around them.
If there was a less sexy situation to be in, Persephone wasn’t aware of it.
“...we should undress,” Hades finally said, fidgeting with his sleeve.
That was perhaps the least enthusiastic way he’d ever requested that. Persephone nodded all the same, tugging her peplos off with none of the showmanship she might’ve used were she and Hades alone together.
Hades, similarly, was stripping himself efficiently and setting his clothes off to the side, eyes on the ground instead of anywhere high enough to possibly catch any eyes.
They both hesitated once they were undressed, eyeing each other nervously.
This was not the first time they’d seen each other naked. It was also far from the first time they’d had sex. However, it was the first time they would have an audience, and Hades was clearly as uncertain about it as she was.
It was apparently necessary for their marriage to count, however, and Persephone had no intention of letting her husband go again.
She reached out and took his hand, meeting his eyes directly. Hades stared at her, then nodded, his shoulders set.
They both climbed onto the bed and hesitated again. Normally, Hades liked having Persephone on top, mostly because their size difference made her “easy to squish” in his eyes. This was ceremonial, however. He needed to be on top.
Persephone huffed and laid down, letting Hades slowly crawl over her, although he stopped short of where he would need to be to actually penetrate her.
“I’m not- this isn’t-” he muttered, looking away from her with a slight blush.
“I know,” Persephone murmured in return, placing a hand on his cheek, “Me neither. This isn’t going to be good, so let’s get this over with, okay? Your orgasm is the only one we need. Just- get it over with, and we can go home.”
Hades closed his eyes and leaned into her hand for a moment, then sighed and shifted further up the bed, letting Persephone get a good look at his long, limp cock. Of course he wasn’t feeling interested in intimacy while surrounded by their family.
Persephone reached out and grabbed it, hearing Hades grunt as she did. Hades’ dick was one of the many things she loved about her husband, and part of her was snarling at the fact that any of the voyeurs around them got to see him like this.
“How sure are we that this won’t kill her?” someone muttered.
Persephone was half-tempted to retort that she was goddess enough to swallow him to the root and suck him dry, but figured that Hades wouldn’t appreciate it. They didn’t need to know that, and it would make this entire farce of a wedding ceremony even less respectable.
As she stroked his cock, trying to encourage it to harden, Persephone felt a burst of frustration at her mother and Zeus both. Her mother, for trying last-minute to “free” her daughter from the marriage Persephone had instigated, and Zeus for agreeing that they needed to consummate their marriage in front of their Olympian family as well, as if they’d done anything like this in the Underworld.
Persephone huffed, released Hades’ still soft dick, and spat into her hands before resuming her work. The tension in the body above her told her why she was having such trouble; Hades was taking this invasion of their privacy harder than he might have if it were only him being humiliated.
Even so, it seemed the touch of her hands was still good. Slowly, reluctantly, Hades stiffened in her grasp, hanging heavy over her as if it too were expressing unhappiness. Persephone would have laughed, if she didn’t completely commiserate.
“Are we sure that won’t kill her?” someone else asked with a note of genuine concern
Persephone gave Hades a final, encouraging squeeze and wriggled a little, feeling him shift backwards until he could grab her around her waist. She offered him a weak smile, and he nodded a little. He knew what she planned to do.
Persephone focused her power inward, opening herself up like she was made of rubber instead of flesh. It wouldn’t really feel good, for either of them, but hopefully it would be enough.
Hades pulled her lower half up towards him, gaining several gasps and mutters as everyone got a good look at just how much larger he was than his wife. Persephone smirked in spite of herself. They really thought this would break her, did they?
As Hades lined himself up, Persephone hoisted herself upward until she was perched on his legs instead of laying between them. He quirked an eyebrow at her. She grinned.
“Don’t hold back,” she said quietly, her smile gaining a sharp edge.
Hades huffed exasperatedly at her, but his grip on her tightened. He would play along.
Persephone carefully widened her internal space as he shifted his grip, and then slammed her down onto himself.
There were several terrified gasps, and two different oaths that made Persephone wish she knew who’d said them so she could ask where they’d learned them. It had certainly looked violent, and had Persephone not completely remodeled herself it probably would have hurt badly. Instead, it was mostly just… full. Her nerves had all been rolled up and moved, so not only was there no pain, there was no pleasure.
Persephone wasn’t going to let anyone other than her husband know that, however.
She screamed as he began to force her up and down his length, her voice treading the line between pleasure and pain like a well-trained actress. She caught the faint roll of Hades’ eyes as she did it; he knew what her actual screams sounded like, and this wasn’t it.
“PLEASE,” she wailed, allowing herself to go artfully limp, “PLEASE!”
Hades sped up, as if ignoring her. Which he was. Her job was to act like a ravished maiden; his was to be the rapacious king. It was the role expected of them, even if nearly every single being around them knew of or had directly met their son. Who was not born out of wedlock, no matter what this farce of a wedding seemed to imply.
This time, Persephone allowed herself to vent some of the frustration with this whole ordeal as a wail, supposedly caused by Hades impaling her again.
The whispers and murmurs got louder as Hades got rougher, obviously (to Persephone) trying to end this charade quickly. She screamed and wailed and moaned where appropriate, already imagining what she would do with Hades once they were home.
Namely, cuddling into his chest and promising she wasn’t hurt, and that she loved him, and that their family were morons who needed to be strangled with roots. Hades would agree, but would also talk her down from it and promise that it didn’t matter what they thought, Persephone had her husband in every way both legal and emotional, and only she could decide to separate them.
That last thought made her frown a little, but it was fine because just then, Hades growled and came, flooding her mostly-numb body with his seed. It was a pretty unspectacular orgasm, in Persephone’s opinion, compared to what she could pull from him when she tried.
The gathering around the bed was silent as Hades extracted himself, letting his cum pour from her.
“Well! I’d say that’s that!”
Of course Zeus sounded thrilled.
Persephone huffed and worked with Hades to stand up, scowling at the mess between her legs.
“I am sorry about that,” Hades murmured, and she grabbed his hand, shaking her head.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” she told him firmly, then glared at Zeus and a very pale Demeter.
“I’d like to go home now,” she hissed.
Zeus quickly stepped between them and said, “Of course! Of course. You newly weds are free to go.”
She barely held back a scoff and climbed off the bed. Hades joined her, grabbing her clothes and dressing her before he moved to himself. No one tried to stop them as they left, although Persephone could tell a few beings were thinking about it.
She held her head high. They’d gotten their show. That was all they would get from her.