Dreams and Night Terrors

[Persephone]

Persephone's heart was pounding and her breathing labored as their movements finally came to a stop. She could still feel the high he gave her coursing throughout her body causing her to shut her eyes. His hands touched her skin and lips founds hers again. She couldn't imagine life any other way. Alek then gently turned her and laid on his back, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his chest as he always tended to do. Persephone wrapped her arm around him, sighing out with utter contentment.

Alek: "I could never stop loving you. No one will ever love you more than I do. I promise you."

Tilting her head back, Persephone looked up at Alek as he intertwined their fingers together.

"And I will kill anyone who ever tried to take you away from me. I've never loved anyone the way I love you, Alek."

Her words were fierce and filled with such love. Persephone couldn't imagine her life without him - it was unbearable. He was the love of her life and she would give him the world or tear it apart trying. Smiling up at him as she nestled her head into the crook of his neck, Persephone shut her eyes and sighed out happily.

Alek: "Do you want another drink? Or something to eat?"

Gently shaking her head, she smiled softly.

"I'm perfectly happy just laying in your arms for the rest of the night."

- -

The winter months went by quickly and soon gave way to spring. Lucas had grown as quickly as expected, now walking and talking with the skills of a two year old. And Lily was excelling spectacularly in school with high marks and praise from her teachers. And despite a rocky start in the beginning of the school year with no friends, Lily was now one of the most popular kids in her grade. Everything was absolutely perfect with the children, and with Lily's spring break officially started, both kids were already off with Demeter for a week long stay at Olympus. Not only was it a vacation for the kids, but it gave Alek and Persephone some much needed alone time....especially after the rocky few months of unsuccessfully trying to conceive.

The stress of taking pregnancy test after pregnancy test was starting to take a toll on Persephone. She would feel the same flutters she felt when Lily and Lucas were conceived, yet all the tests came back negative. She kept up a strong front for Alek's sake, but as the months went on she began to feel like it was her fault. Maybe two was her limit? Maybe her body couldn't handle anymore children? Was she being selfish for wanting more? She never thought she could have children and now she had two....was she being greedy? Each day that passed was another chip in her armor, and she knew that another negative test would be what crumbled her. So when Demeter suggested they have a week long adult vacation, free of children, it was the perfect opportunity for Persephone to just relax and enjoy every moment with her husband the way they hadn't had since Lucas was born. To put all her self doubt and anxiety behind her and just have some fun. Maybe then the stars would align.

It was early morning and the sun was high in the sky - rays of light streaming through the white sheer curtains that billowed from the sea breeze. Persephone rolled her hips against Alek, moaning into their kiss as she took his full length deep inside her. The sun kissed her olive skin and her dark hair curtained to the side of her face as she broke their kiss, looking down at Alek with parted lips of ecstasy. Holding onto the headboard, Persephone pushed her hips down, swirling them in a circle while extending her head back. She could feel the build in pleasure, her body teetering on the edge.

"Baby...."

Persephone's loud moans filled the room as her sex contracted around Alek's cock, drawing him deeper into her before finally, she began to come. She cried out a broken scream of pleasure before her mouth found Alek's again, tasting him deeply while still grinding against him through her orgasm.

"Come baby...come for me..."

Persephone softly begged between their kiss, her hips never stopping. Day one of adult vacation was starting out amazingly.

 

[Berserker]

The Bedroom

If there had been any question that Persephone was a goddess, it would have been dispelled in this moment. Sunlight glinted off her body above him, as perfect as if she had been carved from marble.

"Seph..."

He felt like a dying man saying his final prayer. Their mouths collided, the heat of their bodies like a cloud around them. And he was lost - completely - in her. She was the only woman in the world in that moment, in every moment, because she was his. His need for her obliterated everything else. He could have starved, bled to death, but he wouldn't have noticed. Not as long as they were joined, two bodies and one soul.

When she pulled back his eyes followed her, the movements of her body better than any aphrodisiac. His cock felt like it was going to shoot off of his body; he was so hard, and she was so soft...

"Baby...."

His breath caught in his throat as she said it, saying everything she needed to in that one tiny word. He slid his hands up her damp stomach to her breasts, cupping them, stroking her hard nipples with his fingertips. Her moans were like the music of angels, and when he felt her squeeze around him, it was like looking on the face of God. And then his eyes closed against the sheer brilliance of her, as she kissed him while she came, his breath heavy against her lips.

"Come baby...come for me..."

She didn't need to ask twice - he was already holding on by a thread. He pulled her body tightly against his as if she might slip away if he didn't, coming inside her while her hips still moved against his as fervently as their mouths tasted each other. Then he was kissing her face, her hair. His voice cracked like a man dying of thirst.

"I love you Seph...I need you...I need you so much."

He found her mouth again. He couldn't stop touching her, couldn't bear the thought of not holding her. He couldn't remember how he ever left her side. It seemed a ridiculous thing to do, impossible really. He was under the siren's spell of her, and he'd rather dash his body on the rocks below than ever be gone from her.

 

[Persephone]

Persephone's mouth locked with Alek's, her tongue tasting him as her body pulsed and came. She couldn’t stop moving, needing to feel all of him - the pleasure too great to even fathom stopping. Her moans filled the room despite being muffled by Alek’s mouth. Then she parted their lips long enough to tell him to come. His hands reached for her hips and pulled her down firm causing her to expel a cry. She could feel the heat flowing into her as he jerked and pulse against her. Persephone kept her hips rolling as he came until finally slowing her pace to a stop. Their tongues still met with one another while her hands held his face.

Alek: "I love you Seph...I need you...I need you so much."

“You have me. Always.”

She breathlessly answered before his mouth was on hers again. His hands were on her body, sliding up her damp skin and making her shudder. She groaned into their kiss, his touch making it impossible for her to not start moving against him once again. She contracted herself around his cock, gently easing him out before taking him inside her again - coaxing him - wanting him hard again. The feel of taking him slowly within her was like heaven, her sex wet and slick with both their arousal. Breaking their kiss, Persephone looked down into Alek’s eyes, her hips still slowly and gently moving against him.

“I want you again...”

Her words a whisper against his lips, but spoke volumes for her need.

“I need you again...”

She murmured as she trailed kisses along his jaw and down to his neck and to his ear.

“Take me. I’m yours.”

 

[Berserker]

The Bedroom

He kissed her, his passion not cooling by their completion. His need, his desire raging still.

“You have me. Always.”

Her words like a cool salve on his heart. The reassurance that he simultaneously didn't need and needed desperately, that she was his and he hers. He could feel her, silently urging him on with her body, striving to make the impossible possible. That simply by willing it that it must be so. She moved him in and out of her, making him moan already at the feel of it, her passion relentless and directed only at him. She pulled away from his mouth, looking down at him. He reached up and touched her cheek.

“I want you again...I need you again...”

Her head lowered, her mouth kissing his neck. His hands stroked lightly down her back. Did she know, the things she did to him? The power she held over him?

“Take me. I’m yours.”

Of course, his need was just as great as hers. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him, and he would have done anything in that moment to be able to oblige her. His arms closed around her, and he flipped her abruptly onto her back. He kept their eyes locked together, reaching up and touching his fingers to her lips, feeling their softness, before replacing fingers with his mouth. He kissed her roughly, exploring her, only breaking it as his mouth moved to her neck, biting and sucking at her tender flesh there. His hand cupped the swell of her breast, felt her arousal, before his mouth moved to taste it, his beard scratching the smooth skin. His lips traveled over her stomach, his hands pushing her legs gently apart before his head was there between her thighs, kissing each one, then finally tasting her readiness as his own began to grow hard once more. But he held himself back, tasking the time instead to run his tongue over swollen flesh, to feel her sex press against his mouth. Until he truly could not wait any longer, and then he rose up above her and slid inside her dark recesses, pressing the length of his body against hers.

"I love the way you feel..."

His tongue slipped into her mouth, slowly tasting her as he raised himself up and began to move his hips against hers.

"No one can make me hard the way you do..."

 

[Persephone]

Persephone was relentless in her need - desperate to feel him hard within her again. To fuck him until she came over and over again. So when Alek wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, she let out a gasp-like yelp as he flipped her over onto her back, pressing the length of himself on top of her. Her breathing was rapid as their eyes locked, her chest rising and falling against his skin.

“Alek...”

But his fingers pressed again her lips and she knew that he was fully aware of how badly she wanted him in that moment. His lips replaced his fingers and Persephone arched her body into his, grasping onto his hair to hold the kiss for as long as possible. But Alek broke the kiss, his mouth exploring down her neck. Moaning as he sucked on her flesh, Persephone's eyes rolled shut at the feel of his hand taking hold of her breast; his fingers gentle as they ran across her hard nipple. His mouth soon followed, going down her throat before taking her breasts within them and making her moan. She needn’t say words to express how good it felt, the noises coming from deep within her throat were more than enough to encourage him to continue.

His lips and tongue then traveled down her stomach until he pushed her legs apart and Persephone audibly groaned knowing what was next. She was so wet, her sex throbbing and burning to be touched. Finally, after what felt like an eternity he pressed his tongue against her swollen sex, tasting the length of her.

“Fuuuucking...hell..”

We’re the only English words that came to her mind. She was dizzy with pleasure, the feel of him eating her felt so fucking incredible. Then he stopped making her gasp in and finally open her eyes to look down. But he was on her immediately, pressing the full length him inside and her making her cry out to the Gods.

Alek: “I love he way you feel...”

“I..I..fuck baby..”

His cock sliding in and out of her made it impossible to think straight. She was going to come, her body on the verge when his tongue slipped into her mouth in a slow and sexy kiss. Moaning into his mouth, it was in that moment that he rose up and began to pump faster into her causing Persephone to claw at his back and meet his hips with her own.

Alek: “No one can make me hard the way you do...”

Gasping in shallow breaths, Persephone’s body was now a slave to what Alek was doing to her.

“No one can make me come the way you do...”

And is on cue, Persephone cries out and began to come hard, her body pulsing over and over as Alek continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Pressing her one hand against th headboard for leverage, she kept her other firmly against his back, her cries never stopping.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

Biting the flesh along his shoulder, Persephone ground her hips as Alek’s connected against hers, her body so hot for him she knew it wouldn’t take long before he made her come again.

“God damnit, Alek...fuck you feel so good...”

Persephone’s voice cracking as the headboard rhythmically hit the wall with each one of Alek’s trusts.

 

[Berserker]

The Bedroom

They made love in a carefully orchestrated dance, two bodies moving as one. He'd never known what it meant to want a woman before he'd met Persephone. With her, it was a need that bordered on obsession. That she loved him was a gift he could never hope to repay. A lifetime of happiness is all he could hope to offer her, and that was a drop in the bucket compared to what she gave to him. She was the only woman he had ever loved, the only woman who had ever loved him. And he treasured that, beyond all other things.

“No one can make me come the way you do...”

He felt her come beneath him, but he kept his pace, feeling her jerk again and again as he touched her in just the right place. Her hand clutching his back was electric, and with that surge he thrust harder, deeper. He wanted her to come again and again until she was delirious with pleasure.

“God damnit, Alek...fuck you feel so good...”

He was ramming against her so hard that the headboard was hitting the wall. It would have been funny if he could have thought of anything other than her. His hands clutched at her thighs, pushing her knees up to her sides. He lowered himself so that his mouth could clamp onto hers, but he could only sustain the kiss so long before his chin was in crook of her neck, his face in her hair, a growl-like moan on his lips. His knees grasped for traction on the bed, his thrusts forceful and deep. He wanted her to come, to make him come with her.

He felt her body tense, then her release. The seconds until he came felt like an eternity, and afterward he lay there, hands in her hand, his body draped over hers. He was still inside her; he could feel every movement she made. He clutched her to him, not wanting it to end. Finally he lifted his head, his breath still rapid, sweat still glinting off his skin.

He kissed her tenderly, his lips caressing hers, his tongue gently exploring. And then he looked into her dark eyes.

"You are so beautiful. You make me forget all the things I want to say to you. I can't think about anything but touching you."

He kissed her gently again.

"I wouldn't trade one second of our time together for the wide world."

 

[Persephone]

Persephone was grateful for the fact that the kids weren't in the house, because the way Alek was fucking her and causing the headboard to slam against the wall, she was certain even the sound proofing would have failed. Paired that with her screams of pleasure, she was sure the neighbors a couple miles away could hear her. Alek's cock slid in and out of her so easily, so rapidly, it was impossible to stay quiet. She had always been vocal during sex, but God damn, he was making noises come from her she didn't realize were possible. Persephone's heart was racing and skin slick with sweat. She felt Alek push her knees forward changing the angle yet never stopping his pace. Her body clenched around his cock and her cries of pleasure became horse just as Alek's mouth connected with hers. They were both breathless, both unable to stay quiet. Their tongues met heatedly yet quickly before he broke the kiss, his head falling into the crook of her neck. Persephone grabbed at his back, her nails digging into his tender flesh, her arms clutching him to her just as her sex clutched onto his cock. Her body tensed as the build of pressure exploded within her causing her to gasp out cry after cry as she came and shook beneath him. Finally, she felt Alek thrust deep into her and stay pressed against her, his moans rivaling her own.

Panting out shallow breaths, Persephone's body was flushed red and damp - sticking to Alek's skin as he held her tightly against him. Her sex pulsed with aftershocks making her softly whimper from how sensitive she still was with him inside her. She kept her arms tight around Alek's back, her eyes shut, and her mind still clouded from pleasure. It was then she felt Alek pull back enough to look down at her, Persephone lifting her hand to push back his damp hair away from his equally damp face. She softly smiled as his lips pressed against hers, their tongues slowly tasting one another. The way he kissed her? It made her dizzy all over again.

Alek then pulled back once again, their eyes locked.

Alek: "You are so beautiful--"

Persephone blushed as her smile widened.

"Baby..."

He didn't need to say these things, but he always did. He always made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world which made her heart flutter.

Alek: "You make me forget all the things I want to say to you. I can't think about anything but touching you."

His lips pressed against hers once again, their kiss tender but always so sexy.

"You don't have to say anything....You show me every day."

Persephone whispered between their kiss, her hands cupping his cheeks as they continued to kiss.

Alek: "I wouldn't trade one second of our time together for the wide world."

Persephone's fingers gently brushed along his beard as her eyes smiled up at him.

"I love you. So much."

She pressed her lips against his briefly.

"We have the rest of our lives together. And....the whole week alone."

Her smile now became playful.

"How about some breakfast? I'm pretty sure it's been a while since i've cooked for you nude."

Flicking her eyebrows up, Persephone laughed.

"And I've definitely worked up an appetite."

Giving him a peck on the lips, Alek rolled off Persephone and they both managed to get out of bed without fucking again. As promised, Persephone lead the way down to the kitchen fully nude, tying her tousled and wavy hair up into a messy bun.

"What are you in the mood for?"

She asked as she looked over her shoulder, subconsciously biting her lips in a sexy manner as she entered the kitchen.

 

[Berserker]

The Bedroom

They held each other afterward, kissing tenderly. He laid his heart bare, trying and desperately failing to tell her how he felt about her.

"I love you. So much."

"I love you."

She kissed him again, and he thought that she was going to try for round three. Not that he minded.

"We have the rest of our lives together. And....the whole week alone."

He sighed happily.

"Heaven."

Her smile lit up her face, and he had to grin as well.

"How about some breakfast? I'm pretty sure it's been a while since I've cooked for you nude."

"Too long."

"And I've definitely worked up an appetite."

He paused, looking down at her. On the one hand he was starving - she wasn't the only one who had worked up an appetite - but on the other, he really didn't want either of them to leave this bed. But he wasn't about to let her go hungry, so he rolled off of her, and all too quickly she was slipping out of bed.

"I guess I'd better eat something...with the way you work me to the bone."

He smiled broadly at her, half hoping she would be lured back to bed by it, but finally gave in to the fact that it wasn't happening and got out of bed himself. He tied back his hair quickly and followed her down into the kitchen.

"What are you in the mood for?"

That sounded like a trick question. She was watching him over her shoulder, and he came up behind her, pressing his lips to her exposed neck.

"I think you know the answer to that question."

He slid around to face her, focusing on the matter at hand. Sort of.

"Pancakes?"

His eyes made an appraising journey down her naked body then up again.

"That syrup has so many delicious uses."

He was having trouble concentrating on anything past licking maple syrup off Seph's stomach and...other places. And he was pretty sure she could read his thoughts all over his face.

"Or maybe we should have something...quicker?"

He reached out and touched the mass of hair on top of her head playfully, before the fingers trailed down to cup her cheek. She really was so beautiful it made his heart ache. He snapped himself out of his reverie, suddenly moving towards to cabinets.

"I'll get the plates."

 

[Persephone]

Alek: "I guess I'd better eat something...with the way you work me to the bone."

Persephone gave Alek a look as he smiled broadly.

"I didn't hear you complaining a minute ago."

She teasingly countered before smirking at him. Finally she turned and began to head down the stairs toward the kitchen. It was pretty freeing being able to walk around completely nude in their home without worry about children. Even more freeing knowing if they wanted to fuck on the kitchen counter they could. So Persephone turned to look over her shoulder at Alek, asking him what he was in the mood for with a less than innocent smile. He was then behind her almost immediately, his lips against her neck causing Persephone to smile and crane it to the side.

Alek: "I think you know the answer to that question."

"Mmm.....I think I have an idea."

Alek moved around to face her, Persephone's hands immediately sliding around his waist as she watched his eyes scan down her body. She smirked, loving that he was basically eye fucking her, his mind most obviously not in the mood to think of food.

Alek: "Pancakes? That syrup has so many delicious uses."

Fuck...

Her mind went to the sticky, sweet syrup against both their bodies. Alek's tongue on her. Her mouth on his--

Alek: "Or maybe we should have something...quicker?"

"Quicker."

She agreed immediately. She was hungry, but she craved Alek more. His hand went to her messy bun making her smile and look up at him, the moment of sexual need taking a back seat to the way he was looking at her and gently touching her cheek. It was amazing how he could go from looking at her with absolute lust to looking at her with absolute love. Persephone lifted her hand and held his against her cheek, her dark eyes matching the smile on her lips.

Alek: "I'll get the plates."

Nodding, he headed over to the cabinet to get the plates and Persephone headed to the freezer. Opening it, she pulled out a box of Eggo waffles and held it up for Alek to see. They were usually for the kids, but in these circumstances they were quick, easy, and had the added bonus of syrup.

"I think I found the winner."

Her grin was salacious in nature as she opened the box and pulled out four waffles and popped them all into the toaster. Opening the cabinet above the toaster, she pulled out the maple syrup before turning around to face Alek, the small of her back pressed against the edge of the counter as she dangled the handle of the syrup with her index finger.

"Here you go."

Her voice sexy and taunting with a smile to match. It was her turn to eye fuck Alek - her eyes sliding down his perfect body and taking every muscle in, including the one that was growing by the second. She bit her bottom lip before lifting her gaze to meet with his. Just then the Eggo's popped up.

Persephone kept her eyes locked on Alek's, the thought of anything but him far from her mind.

"Breakfast is ready..."

 

[Berserker]

The Kitchen

Seph agreed to having something that took less time to cook than pancakes, which made him smile lasciviously. But then he tousled her hair and touched her cheek, lust and love wrapped up together inside of him. They were one and the same, to him. Before things got completely out of hand, Alek said he'd get the plates and went to the cabinet. Seph's head went into the freezer.

"I think I found the winner."

He looked over at her and laughed. She was holding up a box of freezer waffles.

"Just like being a teenager again."

He grinned, setting plates and forks on the kitchen island unceremoniously, then looked back over at Seph. She turned to face him, holding the maple syrup.

"Here you go."

He swallowed hard. They had better eat quickly. Or maybe not at all.

"I don't know..."

He walked slowly towards her, until he was almost touching her. But instead, he reached out and took the syrup bottle from her hands, his fingers grazing hers as he did so.

"It could get awfully sticky..."

The waffles chose that moment to pop up, just as something low on his body was popping up as well.

"Breakfast is ready..."

He lifted the bottle and flicked off the lid with his thumb. His eyes never left Persephone's as he reached behind her and grabbed one of the waffles out of the toaster. He held it in his hand as he poured syrup directly onto it, then took a large bite. He chewed, then brought the rest of the waffle to Seph's mouth, feeding it to her. He left her to hold what was left, then upended the syrup bottle and drizzled the sticky liquid over her bare breasts. He set the bottle on the counter, and with a few seconds more of eye contact, he swallowed his bite. And then his mouth was on her breast. His tongue lapped over her chest, his eyes looking up into her face, and then he rose up and took her mouth, the sweet taste still on his lips. Their bodies pressed together, and he could feel the sticky liquid on his chest. His hands reached down and lifted her up to sit on the counter, his mouth travelling downward once again over her breasts and stomach, where the syrup had dripped. He pushed her legs apart, his mouth ravaging her sex, tongue tasting the syrup's sweetness mixed with her own.

 

[Persephone]

Alek: "I don't know...It could get awfully sticky..."

"Is that a promise?"

Persephone's eyes never left Alek's as he took the bottle from her hand, their fingers brushing against each other with enough electrical current to power the island. And in the moment the waffles decided to pop up but Persephone didn't waiver her eyes once. She kept them locked with Alek, her chest starting to rise and fall more heavily now as he leaned closer to her.

"Breakfast is ready..."

She said lowly, her tone filled with sexual desire. She could feel Alek's hard cock brush against her leg as he reached behind her and grabbed a waffle from the toaster before pulling back enough to display him drizzling the syrup onto it. He then took a bite and Persephone parted her lips with her tongue while watching, desperate to take his lips with hers and taste the sweetness in his mouth. But he then held up the waffle for her to bite, Persephone keeping her eyes locked with his as she took a bite, running her tongue along her syrup covered lips while slowly chewing. Alek handed her the last piece of the waffle causing her to lift a single eyebrow while smirking.

"Full already?"

She already knew the answer to that question as she took the bit of waffle into her mouth just as Alek began to pour the syrup down her chest. Her nipples were already rock hard as they, along her with flawless soft flesh was coated with the sticky liquid. Persephone watched as Alek put the bottle of syrup down, his eyes never leaving hers. He slowly finished chewing his waffle, swallowing it down just as Persephone finished hers as well. Their game a sexy dance of push and pull, both so fucking good at it that it was impossible not to be hypnotized by it. Then, as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, Persephone expelled a soft sigh, arching her chest into him as he licked and sucked the syrup off her chest, their eyes unwavering from one another.

"Taste good?"

She asked with a smile just as Alek rose up and captured her mouth with his own, pulling her against his body as they heatedly kissed. She could feel the sticky sugar connecting their skin as their tongues danced. Persephone tasting the sweetness while Alek lifted her with ease onto the edge of the counter. His mouth traveled back to her breasts, his tongue going in circles around her nipples before he lowered himself down to her stomach, and finally pushed her knees apart and attacked her sex like she were his breakfast. Moaning out at the feel of his tongue lapping up the length of her before teasing her nub, Persephone pressed her pelvis into his mouth as she draped her knee over his shoulder and positioned her foot on the counter to open herself up more for him. And fuck did he take advantage. She felt his tongue enter her causing her head to fall back against the cabinets and her moans to become more loud. She grasped at his hair, holding his head as he made work of her sex, tasting the mixture of her wetness and the syrup that coated her. She began to grip his hair tighter at the feel of his tongue sucking, licking and fucking her relentlessly. Her body began to tingle and her breathing hitched in her throat.

"Fuck! I'm coming!'

She managed to cry out between her moans as her pussy contracted and pulsed, coming into Alek's mouth while her body trembled on the kitchen counter. Persephone eyes were shut and the high of the powerful orgasm causing her to lose all sense of the world beyond Alek and his mouth. Breathing shallow breaths as the aftershocks subsided, Persephone opened her eyes and looked down at him - her own eyes dark and filled with lust. She slipped off the counter with ease, simultaneously grabbing the syrup bottle while pushing Alek back until he was pressed against the kitchen island counter. Her lips were inches from his; her breath hot and heavy from what he had just done to her. Then she tipped the open syrup bottle between them allowing the thick liquid to douse down Alek's stomach and onto his cock. Persephone didn't bother with the bottle, tossing it aside as she lowered to her knees. Immediately, she took Alek into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of the syrup as she plunged down the full length of him to suck all of the sugary goodness off. Her tongue swirled along the tip before she began to rapidly move up and down his full length. Her eyes lifted to look at him, wanting to see the same look of ecstasy on his face that he had just caused her.

 

[Berserker]

The Kitchen

He fed waffle to Seph, watching her mouth move intently, all part of their dance. It would be amazing if they didn't die of starvation this week, as impossible as it was for him to keep his hands off her for any length of time. Not that she was any better.

"Full already?"

"Oh, this was just the appetizer."

He poured the syrup down her body so he could lick it off her. He worked his way over her body, his head moving down between her legs. He could feel her immediately respond to him, her hands in his hair, her leg over his shoulder. He moaned as he let his tongue trail over her hot flesh.

"Your pussy taste's better than syrup."

He attacked it with vigor, licking and sucking her, until she came in his mouth. He kissed her stomach as she slid off the counter, his eyes looking up at her leaving no question that he wasn't finished yet. But it was her turn to be in charge, and she pushed him backwards until he hit the island, her eyes saying that she wasn't finished yet either. She upended the rest of the syrup down the front of him before tossing the bottle away and sinking to her knees. The anticipation of what was about to happen was almost too much for him. And he was genuinely surprised when she took the entire length of him into her mouth that he didn't come immediately. His back arched, and he let out a long moan, his eyes closing at the intense feeling. Then he opened them, and looked down to see her watching him as her mouth danced around his cock. He pushed her hair back out of her face, the only coherent movement he could make.

"Fuck, baby...fuuuuuuuck...that feels so good...so fucking good."

The things she was doing with her tongue were driving him mad with pleasure. His hips moved rhythmically with her mouth, unable to keep still.

"Shit Seph...fuck..."

But it was too slow, too gentle. A growl escaped unbidden from his throat.

"I need to be inside you."

He clutched at her arms.

"Now."

He pulled her up to standing, and turned her so she faced the island. His hands slid down her arms to take her hands and press them down onto the countertop. His knee spread her legs wider, and then he slid inside her, like coming home, warm and safe. But he wasn't gentle with her, couldn't hold back, his hips ramming hard into her. One arm clutched at her breasts, the other hand went between her legs and began to stroke her fast.

His mouth found hers, taking it, not allowing her to pull away until he did.

"I want to feel you come."

 

[Persephone]

Alek moaned into her sex as he licked up the length of her causing Persephone to shudder and grip at his hair. He ate her like she were his sustenance, his moans of enjoyment only making Persephone wetter and push her pelvis against his mouth.

Alek: "Your pussy taste's better than syrup."

Her grip tightened on his head while her own extended back.

"Don't fucking stop..."

She managed to moan out, feeling herself contract and pulse, coming into his mouth while her cries of pleasure echoed throughout the downstairs. Her breath was heavy as she looked down at him, the lust for him only intensifying. She wanted to taste him, to suck him, to make him cry out just as much as he just made her. Persephone slipped off the counter and pushed his against the kitchen island. She dumped the remaining syrup between them, pouring the majority of it on his hard cock. Tossing the bottle aside Persephone sunk to her knees and immediately took the entire length of him into her mouth, sucking off the sweet, sugary liquid from his hardness. Persephone kept sucking up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue along his tip before plunging full down his cock again. His moans were as loud as hers were moments earlier - Alek's hips arching into her as her hands moved to his balls. Looking up at him, he looked like he was going to come as their eyes met, making her smile before licking up the length of his shaft.

Alek: "Fuck, baby...fuuuuuuuck...that feels so good...so fucking good."

He pushed the fallen strands of her hair back as she continued to blow him, moaning as her hand gripped his cock and moved with her mouth, wanting to feel him spill inside her mouth.

Alek: "Shit Seph...fuck...I need to be inside you."

Persephone heard the low growl from deep within him as his hands gripped her upper arms. Persephone groaned in protest, wanting him to come in her mouth. Wanting to taste him so badly even though her pussy was throbbing for him to be inside her.

Alek: "Now."

He pulled her up and turned her around in one motion, pressing her hands against the counter while spreading her legs wider . Alek immediately entered her making Persephone hang her head and moan out at the feel of him inside her. But Alek wasn't slow or gentle, he was fucking her hard. Each connection of his hips to her ass made Persephone audibly cry out, her sex slick and wet from the pleasure he was giving her. She loved being fucked hard, throbbing for more. The heat with building within her as Alek released her hand and gripped her breast while his other went between her legs. He began to to stroke her while his hips continued to slam into her and it was all Persephone could do not to collapse forward.

"Fuu-uck ba-byyy...."

But Alek pulled her against him and took her mouth with his, owning it and not letting her go despite the constant moans between their heated kiss. Persephone held Alek's arm which was still around her breasts, her head falling back against his shoulder and eyes shutting, dizzy with pleasure. He was relentless and her pussy was taking every, single, inch of him making Persephone cry out.

Alek: "I want to feel you come."

And he didn't have to wait. Her fingers gripped around his wrist while her other hand laid flat against the marble island top, clawing at the smooth surface.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUCK!"

Her voice cracked as she came long and hard, screaming out broken cries of pleasure. Her sex pulsed and contracted vigorously, the orgasm intense and long, making Persephone gasp in shallow breaths of air. But she wasn't finished. She wanted to the feel the heat of Alek's come fill her. Arching her back, Persephone hooked her arm around Alek's neck and pressed her ass back against his cock.

"Harder."

She growled into his neck, nipping his sweet and salty skin.

"Fill me, baby."

Persephone then leaned forward, her stomach and chest laying against the marble top so Alek could do whatever he wanted to her. Her voice was horse and tone dominating, wanting him to come inside her and push her over the edge as he did so.

"I want every fucking drop."

 

[Berserker]

The Kitchen

She came, and her pleasure was like adrenaline to him. He held her body tight against his chest, feeling her jerk and spasm, the slickness of her thighs. But she wanted more, demanding it, commanding it. And she was his queen, after all, so what could he do but obey. A growl escaped her lips, and she pressed her chest against the smooth marble of the island. For just a moment he slowed, drawing her hair to the side of her neck, his hand tracing a line down her exposed back. It was as if a world of possibility opened up before him. He ran a hand through his damp hair, which had come undone long ago.

Two hands smacked down on her ass cheeks, while he continued to slide in and out of her, his breathing heavy, his dick on fire. He pressed his chest down against her back, his hands covering her own. He quickened his pace again, grinding his cock into her with hard thrusts. His mouth kissed her exposed neck, until he became so delirious that all he could do was cry out as he came. He pressed himself against her body, his cheek resting against her hair. He stayed like that for a few long moments before he was able to peel himself off of her.

His hands were suddenly there, helping her to stand. Turning her, so he could cradle her in his arms. And he kissed her lips, softly, tenderly, brushing the hair out of her face. He looked over her as if to make sure he hadn't broken her, then kissed her again, just as softly. He buried his face in her hair, which still smelled of flowers. He breathed in the scent of her, like breath of fresh air on a cold morning. He thought about pulling her down onto the floor, so they could lie in each other's arms. Or carrying her up to bed. Or moving to the couch. Or the dining table. It didn't matter. All he knew was that he didn't want to stop touching her.

"Shall I carry your up to the shower?"

His mouth found her earlobe.

"I'll wash your hair..."

His hands rubbed her back.

"Clean the syrup off..."

He pulled back to look into her face to see what she wanted.

"Or, I could feed you more waffles."

He smiled, knowing how it amused her that he liked to feed her things. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder.

"You never know when you could be eating for two."

 

[Persephone]

It was as if her body became his playground and he was studying every inch of it to see what he wanted to do. His thrusts became slower while his hands moved along her shoulders brushing away her hair before sliding down her spine. Then both his hands smacked her ass making her growl out in response. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, her dark eyes seductive and filled with lust. She was so wet from him and even the slowest of thrusts made her want to come again. But Alek laid his body down on top of hers, his cock slamming into her over and over again as his need took over. Each thrust made her cry out, his hands pinning hers onto the marble surface while his lips took refuge on he neck. Persephone shut her eyes, feeling her body on the verge of coming again just as Alek was too. And just as Alek cried out and spilled into her, Persephone matched his cries coming with him intensely.

Panting out shallow breaths, Persephone kept her eyes shut feeling Alek stay laying on top of her, both of them still connected and completely spent. It wasn't until she felt Alek stand that she opened her eyes, feeling his hands go to her to help her up. Her legs felt like jello after what he did to her, so she wrapped her arms around him letting him support her while his lips softly pressed against hers like the oxygen she so desperately needed. Persephone smiled up at him as he looked down at her, knowing Alek well enough to know he was checking to see if she was okay. He always thought he would somehow break her after such rough sex no matter how many times she told him he wouldn't, so instead of telling him she was fine she softly kissed his lips before hugging herself to him. Persephone felt him bury his face into her hair and she sighed out happily.

Alek: "Shall I carry your up to the shower? I'll wash your hair... Clean the syrup off..."

His mouth was by her ear making Persephone smile.

"Mmmm...that sounds amazing."

Despite how fun eating syrup off Alek was, she was definitely ready to wash the sticky liquid off.

Alek: "Or, I could feed you more waffles."

Persephone gently laughed as Alek smiled down at her. He then dipped his head down and trailed kisses along her shoulder.

Alek: "You never know when you could be eating for two."

Persephone's face dropped at that statement, but lucky for her Alek was still tasting the skin along her shoulder not to see. She held the back of his head as her line of sight remained sadly focused forward, not wanting to ruin the moment. So she kept her voice upbeat and smiled as Alek pulled away.

"I vote for option number one."

Wrinkling her nose.

"*I* feel like a waffle at this point."

She added with a laugh before giving him a peck on the lips. Persephone took Alek's hand and began to walk with him upstairs and to the shower. As promised he washed her hair and Persephone washed his body which of course lead to more sex, but this time much much cleaner. They both got out of the shower with Persephone staying in the bathroom to put some essential oils onto her skin.

"How about we order some food this time, baby?"

She called out for Alek, her eyes going to the small box on the bathroom counter that held a pack of pregnancy tests.

"Call it in for us? I'll be out in a second."

Inhaling a deep breath as she opened the box and took out a test, Persephone hadn't taken one in over two weeks in fear of another negative result. But after what Alek said earlier, it was hard not to want to take one in hopes of surprising him....of spending the rest of their week knowing she was expecting and enjoying every second of it. She wanted to get pregnant so badly, and she knew Alek did as well...so while Alek called in for food Persephone finally took another test.

It had been the allotted time needed for a little plus or negative sign. Persephone sat on the edge of the tub, her damp hair starting to wave around her face, hunched over and staring at the test through teary eyes.

Negative.

The pink negative sign bright and unmistaken - a linear line to the heart, and it was taking everything she had to not completely break down. It was in that moment Persephone looked up to see Alek standing in the doorway, the tears so full in her eyes that they fell down onto her cheeks. She couldn't say anything because telling him it was negative was like a knife to the heart - the words so bitter and heartbreaking. So she held out the test for him to see for himself.

 

[Berserker]

The Bath

As much as his need for her took over, as completely as he ravaged her body, it was the time after that he really loved, when he got to hold her, see her smile, shelter her from everything outside the two of them. It was then, tired - and often cut and bruised - that happiness and the perfection of their life together was most real. When she was most his, and he hers. Standing there in the sunlight, sticky with syrup, hair tousled and damp, she had never looked more beautiful, more like an angel.

He walked with her upstairs to the bath, just happy to be holding her hand, with the promise of touching her body, as if they hadn't done the things they'd just done to each other. As if it were for the first time. They made love before they even made love, his hands gentle in her hair, rubbing the soap into her skin, her hands on his chest, the scars that didn't horrify her, even the invisible ones, that only she knew about. And finally they came together once more, in love.

He stood in the bathroom, toweling his hair, watching her as if he was appraising a work of art. It was almost with regret that he left the bathroom, to let her finish her routine. Her voice coming from the bathroom was comforting, a lifeline between them.

"How about we order some food this time, baby?"

"Whatever you want, little queen."

He questioned whether they would end up throwing the uneaten take out into the trash again, then decided he didn't care.

"Call it in for us? I'll be out in a second."

"You got it."

He wrapped the towel around his waist. The number was in his phone, and went to the bedside table to pick it up. He'd decided on Greek almost immediately, which was an odd thought to have when you were in fact living in Greece, but there was a place that did what could only be described as "home cooking" that Seph really loved. Where some women loved to be surprised with junk food, with Seph it would of course be fresh food, healthy. She was unique, and he wouldn't have it any other way - as much as he himself craved hamburgers. And surely the way she ate was better for the baby. Or for the possibility of the baby. Alek tried not to get his hopes up, tried not to mention it too often. He didn't want her to feel pressured. He loved the life they had, their children. And he loved the idea of trying to make a baby. He loved trying with her.

But there was a part of him that really wanted to have another baby. He felt no small shame that he he so craved the connection it brought between them. To know a life they had made was growing inside her. To have that physical manifestation of their love for each other. The joy when a new life was born to them. And he wanted it for Seph as well. The first two pregnancies for her had been filled with fear. And he wanted her to have one that was only filled with happiness.

He made sure to order two large helpings of some kind of fancy chocolate dessert, though. She wasn't woman completely without vice, after all. He set the phone back down, and looked towards the bathroom door. She hadn't come out yet, and it felt like he was going into some kind of withdrawal, his skin already longing for her touch. Well, they did have a nice plush bathroom rug...

He went to the doorway, ready to make a charming joke about cucumbers and sausages when he saw her and froze. She was sitting on the edge of the tub. She looked so sad that it crushed his chest, and the joke died on his tongue. It took him a second to register what was in her hand, and when he did, it was like a vise closing around his heart. She noticed then that he was standing there, and she looked up at him with eyes so full of hurt.

"Baby..."

He crossed the room in a second and had his arms around her. He didn't need to look at the test to know what it said, and he didn't. He enveloped her, cradling her head against his chest, kissing the top of her head, stroking her skin.

"Don't cry, my love. Don't cry."

He hugged her tightly.

"It doesn't matter. We have all the time in the world."

 

[Persephone]

For months Persephone had taken negative test after test, probably more than Alek even realized. The ones he did know about she played it off as it being fine and they just had to keep trying. Or that it would happen when it happened. But in reality she was so desperate to get pregnant that each negative test was like a knife to the heart. With Lily's pregnancy it was such a welcomed surprise, but she was terrified because she had never been pregnant before and didn't know what to expect. Then with how horrific her birth was it made them both decide that having another child was too risky. Then she was shocked to find out she was pregnant with Lucas, and she became terrified for other reasons. She didn't want to have the same birthing experience as Lily - she didn't want to die and leave her children motherless or to leave Alek. But Lucas' birth was so easy and the doctor reassured her that if she were to get pregnant again they would take all the same precautions and that she would be fine. So after some hesitation on Persephone's part, she finally realized that she wanted another child. She wanted to actively get pregnant and enjoy the pregnancy through it's duration. She wanted it to be without fear and to love every single second of it. But now, she couldn't get pregnant. They were trying and trying and every test came back negative. It was like Murphy's Law - now that they were trying nothing was happening.

Persephone sat on the edge of the tub looking at the negative test absolutely crushed. Six months of trying. Countless tests. Countless negative signs. But this one? This one was the straw that broke the camels back. Tears flooded her eyes and it was taking everything in her not to completely break down....

Alek: "Baby..."

She looked up, seeing Alek standing by the doorway. She could immediately see in his eyes the pain as she held out the test unable to say the words; the tears falling down her cheeks. But he ignored it, immediately enveloping her within his arms, that act alone causing Persephone to cough out a cry and bury her face into his chest.

Alek: "Don't cry, my love. Don't cry. It doesn't matter. We have all the time in the world."

Inhaling a shaky breath through her cries, Persephone gripped the test in her hand and shook her head.

"You don't understand..."

She started before pausing to cry, her head still shaking against his chest. Finally she pulled back to look into Alek's eyes, hers filled with tears.

"I've felt it....I've felt the flutters that happened before I got pregnant with Lily and Lucas. I've felt it so many times....and every single time this fucking test comes back negative!"

Sadness gave way to anger as she threw the negative test across the bathroom, the plastic breaking against the wood cabinets.

"Why!? My hopes get raised....every time, Alek....every test...."

Her voice cracking between cries.

"You don't know how many i've taken.....how many times i've seen that line....how many times I thought I was.....how many times I wanted to tell you I was...."

Tears fell from her eyes as she leaned back into his chest, clutching him tightly.

"There's something wrong with me......there has to be...."

She managed to whisper softly between her crying.

 

[Berserker]

The Bath

He sat next to her, holding her, the fact that she was upset tearing him apart.

"You don't understand..."

He stroked her hair as she cried against his chest.

"Shh...it's going to be alright."

She pulled back and looked up at him. He tried to wipe away her tears with his thumb but new ones took their place.

"I've felt it....I've felt the flutters that happened before I got pregnant with Lily and Lucas. I've felt it so many times....and every single time this fucking test comes back negative!"

He watched as she threw the pregnancy test across the room in anger, and in a strange way it comforted him that she hadn't lost her fire in her sadness.

"Why!? My hopes get raised....every time, Alek....every test...."

His hand brushed against her cheek, his eyes searching her face, desperately wanting to make it better.

"It just wasn't the right time. But it will be. Soon."

"You don't know how many i've taken.....how many times i've seen that line....how many times I thought I was.....how many times I wanted to tell you I was...."

She leaned against him and he wrapped her up in his arms, holding her tightly.

"I know. I know, baby. I want it too."

"There's something wrong with me......there has to be...."

He rested his cheek on the top of her head.

"There's nothing wrong with you. It just happened so quickly before, we got spoiled. It's only been a few months."

He kissed her temple, continuing to stroke her hair.

"We have two beautiful, healthy children. There's no reason to believe there's anything wrong with you."

He moved his head so she looked at him.

"But we can see a doctor, if it will make you feel better."

He pressed his forehead against hers, then gently touched his lips to her mouth before looking deep into her eyes.

"But hear this now. You have given me Lily and Lucas, the most wonderful gifts I could ever have imagined. If our family stops at four, I couldn't be a prouder father or love you any more than I do right now."

He gave her a little smile.

"My beautiful wife, my dearest love. I wouldn't trade our life together for all the children in the world."

 

[Persephone]

Persephone told him that she had taken countless tests over the course of the past six months and every single one of them came back negative. It hurt her so badly, but pissed her off even more. She threw the test across the room in anger, shaking her head as more tears fell. Alek took her face, his eyes searching hers.

Alek: "It just wasn't the right time. But it will be. Soon."

Her head continued to shake, telling him how badly she wanted it. How badly she wanted to tell him they were having another baby. It hurt her so badly that she let out a small cry and wrapped her arms around Alek, holding him tightly.

Alek: "I know. I know, baby. I want it too."

Inhaling a ragged breath, Persephone shut her eyes.

"There's something wrong with me...there has to be.."

She whispered as Alek stroked her hair in an effort to comfort her.

Alek: "There's nothing wrong with you. It just happened so quickly before, we got spoiled. It's only been a few months. We have two beautiful, healthy children. There's no reason to believe there's anything wrong with you."

His words were just as soothing as his hand that continuously ran down the back of her head. Her breathing became less ragged and the tears began to subside a bit. He then pulled back to look into her eyes, Persephone's brows still furrowed with pain.

Alek: "But we can see a doctor, if it will make you feel better."

Persephone gently nodded as she shut her eyes, more tears falling onto her cheeks. Alek's forehead rested against hers and it was more comforting than anything she could imagine. He was her everything...her rock...her life...her love. She wanted to give him a family - she wanted to give him the world - but he made her feel like no matter what she had already done all that. His lips pressed gently against hers and Persephone's hand instinctively went to his cheek. His eyes then met with hers with such honesty and conviction, his hands holding her face.

Alek: "But hear this now. You have given me Lily and Lucas, the most wonderful gifts I could ever have imagined. If our family stops at four, I couldn't be a prouder father or love you any more than I do right now."

Persephone's eyes filled with more tears, but this time not of pain and frustration, but of absolute and utter love.

"Baby.."

She whispered while gripping his beard, wanting to hold onto him with everything she had.

Alek: "My beautiful wife, my dearest love. I wouldn't trade our life together for all the children in the world."

Persephone wrapped her arms around Alek's neck, pulling herself into his arms and hugging him tightly. His words? They meant everything. Everything. And the fact that he wasn't worried or angry or upset about her not getting pregnant gave her such a sense of relief. Because Persephone wanted another baby just as much for Alek as she did for herself.

"Thank you...."

She shut her eyes, her breathing finally slowing as she began to calm down.

"I just want to make you happy....as happy as you make me....I love you so much, Alek. SO much.."

Persephone finally pulled back so their eyes could meet.

"And I love our life - our family. I wouldn't trade any of it....It just hurts to know I can't give us another child when we both want one so badly..."

Her voice raw and filled with vulnerability. She was Persephone, goddess, Queen of the Underworld, former Red Rook. She wasn't used to failing - to not getting what she wanted. But Alek was right, it was only six months since Lucas was born. They had time. They had a lifetime.

"But you're right....I got pregnant with Lucas so quickly after having Lily....I guess I expected the same thing. [sighing] I just...It...it's still frustrating...it still hurts.."

She admitted while looking down at his hands and taken them within hers.

"Great first day of our staycation, huh? Your wife having a complete breakdown.."

She scoffed out a laugh, looking back up at Alek.

"I'm sorry, Alek.."

 

[Berserker]

The Bath

He tried to make her feel better, tried to reassure her that if they didn't have another baby, that he would be perfectly happy. Well, maybe happy wasn't the right word. She put her arms around his neck and he hugged her tightly.

"I just want to make you happy....as happy as you make me....I love you so much, Alek. SO much.."

"You do make me happy, Seph. The happiest I've ever been. We don't need to have another baby for that."

She pulled back, and he studied her face.

"And I love our life - our family. I wouldn't trade any of it....It just hurts to know I can't give us another child when we both want one so badly..."

"Hey...this is not on you. It's not your fault. For all we know, it could be me."

That was something he had seriously never considered. And it gave him more than a little pause. He shook it off.

"It's not either of us. The whole thing - it's a crap shoot. We just have to keep trying."

He couldn't hide the tinge of lust that came into his face with that last statement.

"But you're right....I got pregnant with Lucas so quickly after having Lily....I guess I expected the same thing. [sighing] I just...It...it's still frustrating...it still hurts.."

"I know."

She took his hands in her, and he squeezed them reassuringly.

"We just have to have hope."

"Great first day of our staycation, huh? Your wife having a complete breakdown.."

He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"It's been an amazing day. And I will always be here for you when you need me."

"I'm sorry, Alek.."

He shook his head.

"Don't say that. Don't apologize for having feelings."

He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.

"I wish you'd said something sooner, about how you were feeling. You don't have to go through this alone. You aren't alone. We're in this together."

He put his arms around her once again.

"And I don't want you to ever feel like I'll be upset with you if we don't have another child. I love you, Persephone. You could never disappoint me."