Your Lucky Day in Hell
Draft_2
Part 2
By: Chase L. Currie
Hades smiled at her holding his arm out and asked, “Shall we?”
She took his arm feeling her overalls dip away into a blue dress becoming deep in the hue as it fell down her short body. The heavy army style boots she wore all the time change on her feet to black ankle sandals high heels, something she wasn’t comfortable wearing but didn’t protest to the lord of the dead.
Hades led Paige into his house, a mansion of deep cherry wood with great carvings of trees in the halls, but there was no other art in the home as far as she could tell. The halls and rooms were made to look like they were walking in a forest of red.
“All this is your,” he said. “You can go anywhere except to the far tower where a golden door lies. You may not open the door to the room be on it. It is not a place for you and only for me. Do understand?”
“Keeping things from me?” She asked.
“It is for your good,” Hades said.
“Alright,” Paige said not trusting his word fully, but there were other things to consume her thoughts. There was an odd feeling growing at the creaks in her heart. She was starting to feel something old and deep for Hades. A need for a kiss from him in which she did not understand. There this idea running from somewhere long ago in her past, not her past, but someone’s else past, that she or this other person loved the man standing beside her. This love reaching from a time long forgotten was infesting her like a memory she didn’t know she had until now.
“Would you like to see your room?” He asked. “Or should we have dinner?”
“I think, I would like to rest,” she told him trying her best to hold her eyes open. The events of the night had been more taxing than she thought.
Hades showed her to a room, a room the size of her apartment. It was the biggest place she had ever been in, and the only thing within it was a bed. A bed which could eat her alive and was softer than a cloud. She sat on it shocked at the wood being transformed into trees and giggle at the irony of it all.
“Do you like it?” Hades asked smiling from ear to ear.
“I love it,” Paige said. “It is mine?”
“All of it is your, yes.”
“May I ask you something?” She questions him.
“Whatever you wish.”
“Why me?” She asked.
“Ah, a good question,” Hades said with a sly nodded and a glance away, “but a question I’m not ready to answer.”
“Why?”
“You are far too new to all of this,” he explains, “and there are things, laws which you may not understand just yet. It will take time, but you must give it time.”
“It’s so odd,” Paige told him, “I trust you whole heartily because I feel as if I know you.”
Hades smiled grew bigger, but all he said was, “Good night, my love. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night.”
Paige had no trouble finding Sleep. It was as if Sleep was waiting for her to close her eyes and then jump on her like a playful cat. She blinked only to be in the Realm of Dreams. She walked the halls of the house which she now slept in, but everything was lost in a haze of purple and blue. It felt cold and wrong in the house. Something was off. Something was calling her to the far tower. She climbed the steps unknowing how to get there and stood in front of the golden door.
Her soul told her the door was unlocked. It was always unlocked because Hades trusted her, so why did she open it? When she pushed the door open, she was blinded for a moment in a bright light causing pain to shoot to the back of her head but not to force her awake.
She rubbed her eyes having the room come into focus. It was her room back in her apartment with now her tiny bed. The room was a mess, and all she could think about was she needed to clean it. She wanted to clean it. She stood in the doorway not sure how or what was going on anymore. She stood staring at the white walls of the apartment she hated. She could hear the people on the other side of the walls move around like rats. She hated the noise.
She glanced down for a moment to see all her clothes had been removed. She was nude and wiggled her toes to make sure it was real. She could feel the carpet under her feet. She took her clothes off but why? It was her will which removed them. She wanted to have them off. She was wet, in the mood, for someone? Someone she couldn’t name but wished to find his name.
He?
Where was he? And to answer her unasked question a large hand wrapped around her throat while the other one went ran down her nude stomach. She moaned feeling the man behind her. He was tall and big, far bigger than she has ever had before. She was afraid she couldn’t take him, almost like the first time she made love, but there something else; there was the longing to have him so large in her, to fill her.
She glanced down while slowly sitting down on him, putting his hard cock into her. He, this man, who name escaped her, was wearing a smiling Greek mask with deep blue eyes under it. His hands rested peacefully on her thighs as she put him inside.
He was painfully at first but a welcoming pain; a pain which would fade in a wave of delightful glee. She went lower on him with more of the warmth of his body filling her with a sense of pure joy. Her hands rested on his hard chest as she let out a loud moan. A moan driving out the sound of his heartbeat. He started to move with her in a movement of lust. She didn’t even know she was moving until the pleasure reached her mind losing the sense of reason and logic in the heat of the moment. If she could be drunk from lust, this was the moment it was happening. She closed her eyes to a light show of hard colors as he moved harder in her.
She couldn’t believe how loud her moan was from this act, but it drowned out the crowd behind her cheering. When she glances behind her to watch him in her that was when she notices they were on a stage and the seats in the dark were full of spectators, but the bliss was too much for her to care right now.
“More,” She cried.
“As you wish,” he said into her ear. His voice cruelly calms to be in the throes of making love.
He grabbed her sides pushing down on her to make himself go deeper. She cried out to what she thought heaven would feel like if she ever got there. This was the closest she had ever been to the golden gates of paradise; this was paradise.
He was deeper in her than anyone has been before. He was larger than she thought she could take and he seems to be growing more. She could feel him getting bigger and bigger. He was pushing up through her, at first, she enjoyed more of it and then, it suddenly became too much. He was started to hurt, and she notices her moans were not full of bliss but agony. He was too big, and he was going to impale her like all those people Vlad hated.
She rushed to move, to get off, to get away before her inside were ripped or her legs popped out from their sockets, but he wouldn’t let go. She started to fight to break free; nothing was working. She was doom, and she could feel him still growing. It was hurting more than before. She was being ripped from the inside.
Hades, she must call for Hades.
She opens her mouth to let the named run out when something gagged her. She couldn’t breathe. The thing in her mouth, pushing down her throat stopped any word from crawling out, and when she blinked with tears in her eyes, she saw him standing over her. His hard cock was deep in her mouth, no in her throat crushing the air from her.
She tried to bite, but all he did was laugh at her foolish action. She pounded on his chest, but he laughed even more.
“Time to wake up, button,” he yelled. “Time to see the truth, button. You are not who you think you are.”
He pushed deeper into her from both ends but the one rushing down her throat made her gag so hard she shoots from the bed. She was back in Dis, coughing and crying trying not to throw up. She didn’t feel the hard floor under her or notice it when she hit the back wall, all she did was stare at the bed. She was coughing trying to gain back as much air as she could find.
It was a dream, she told herself at first, but she was still nude, and there was a deep soreness coming from within her. She could almost still feel him there, growing, taking over.
She balled on the floor praying the feeling of him in her would fade quickly. It wasn’t like the other people she been with before. The joy would rush from within her womb to every end of her body but was gone moments later. She would lay on top of her lover smiling and trying to find her breathe happy to feel them. She was happy they give her some much fleeing pleasure, but the dream lingered.
It lingered like a bad taste in her mouth. She could still taste him. Everything about the dream stuck to her like black paint on a white wall. She tried to scrub the paint away, but all it did was leave a gray hue forever staining the wall. No matter how much she cleans the black paint away a ghost of it would always be there. A ghost of the man from her nightmares dances on her insides.
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