The God of Underworld-Chapter 48 - 3: Enjoy(R18)

The air between them thickened—heavy with heat and silence, darkness and desire.

Nyx stood mere inches away, her presence suffocating and intoxicating all at once.

Her scent was like the void between stars—cold, infinite, and strangely sweet.

Despite their distance, she wasn’t touching him. She didn’t need to.

Her divinity bled into the space around them like black velvet, curling around Hades’ soul like smoke seeking its match.

Hades remained still, but inside, the weight of her essence pressed against him.

Like twin storms converging, their divine natures began to spiral—one cold and consuming like the underworld’s depth, the other dark and ancient, the very night from which all things were born.

He gritted his teeth as he felt it: a hum in his veins, a pulse in his bones.

Their divinities were truly blended with each other, like a pair of lovers.

"Dominate you..." he finally said, his voice rougher than he intended, as though speaking pulled at something deep within him. "Why?"

Nyx’s laughter was low and rich, curling around him like a lover’s whisper. "Why...you ask?"

She tilted her head, eyes glowing faintly in the blackness around them, and lifted a hand, tracing a line of invisible force down the front of his chest without ever touching him.

Yet Hades felt it. Every inch. Her divine essence traced along his own, resonating, stirring the sleeping heat in his core.

"Does this need a reason?" she murmured, voice a shade above a whisper. "Anyone in your position would immediately pounced on me. No gods, titans and primordials alike would be able to resist the temptation of dominating the strongest Primordial in the cosmos."

"...Nyx, enough with the jokes." He gritted his teeth, resisting the call of his divinity that wanted nothing more than be one with Nyx. "...Would you serve me, or not?"

"...This is not a joke, and I have already said it. I want to see your worth. So dominate me, and I will serve under you."

The Primordial of the Night intensified her divinity, causing Hades to start losing control of his emotions.

It began as a flicker beneath his skin, a tension like drawn thread. But as their divinities coiled tighter around one another, it became a flame.

He could feel her in him, not as an intruder, but a counterpart. A completion. His darkness rising to meet hers, his cold to balance her night.

Her breath touched his lips, not quite a kiss, but devastating all the same.

"You can feel it, can’t you?" she whispered again. "...so why resist?"

His control—his pride—began to strain under the pressure of her nearness. For years, he had ruled himself with discipline sharper than any blade.

He had endured war, silence, and the crushing solitude of a throne surrounded by the dead.

And yet, this goddess...

She was undoing him with a gaze.

"Nyx," he said, and the way her name left his lips made her eyes darken with desire even further. "...that is enough."

"Then make me stop." she said, her voice husky and electric. "But it seems to me that you don’t plan on stopping."

Her fingers ghosted across the air beside his cheek, "—just let it out. I will accompany you, for eternity if I have to."

The crackle of divine friction between them reached its peak. Hades exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

His hands—so long clenched at his sides—rose slowly, his fingers trembling not with fear, but with restraint.

He hovered one hand near her waist, yet he still did not touch her, clinging on to thr last shred of willpower and reason.

Nyx leaned into that space, eyes half-lidded.

And that was the moment he fell.

His hand touched her—only barely—but the spark that shot between them sent a shudder through both their forms.

Their divine auras flared, twining in a helix of purple flame and starless black. The ground beneath them, the realm they stood in, bent, reshaped by their merged power.

Her lips parted, not in surprise—but in welcome.

He didn’t speak again.

Words, in that moment, were ash.

Instead, Hades pulled her close—not with force, but with the gravity of inevitability.

The same gravity that pulled all things into darkness. That drew light to the depths. That made even primordial gods feel mortal for a breath.

Their lips met like thunderclouds colliding.

Nyx let out a soft gasp into his mouth, her hands curling into the fabric of his cloak. His arms, strong as marble and hot with divine fire, wrapped around her.

It wasn’t dominance.

It wasn’t surrender.

It was the union of night and death.

Their divinities surged together, a symphony of two immortal souls long kept apart by fate and fear and duty—now, at last, allowed to feel.

And Hades, the king who never wavered, the god who ruled in silence, succumbed.

Not to weakness.

But to something far stronger.

To pleasure. To desire.

Nyx, still with her tongue wrestling with Hades, snapped her fingers. And the space around them blurred for a moment, before regaining its clarity.

Now, they were no longer on the grand throne room, but on a large bedchamber.

Hades noticed the change in location, but made no comment. He pushed her down to the bed as he took off his clothes and pinned her down.

"Strip," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Nyx obeyed, her fingers moving smoothly as she untied her gown and threw it to the side.

She now lied before him, naked and vulnerable, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

Hades drank in the sight of her, his eyes darkening with desire. He reached out and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand.

With the other, he traced the curves of her body, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"You wanted to be dominated, huh." he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let’s see how far can you last."

Nyx shivered in ecstasy, her body arching into his touch. Her eyes, glinting with desire, stared into his.

No words were needed, Hades knew what she wanted.

So captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth and claiming her thoroughly.

He explored every inch of her, his hands roaming over her skin and leaving marks of possession.

He flipped her over onto her stomach, his hand coming down on her ass with a sharp smack.

Nyx’ eyes widened, the pain mixing with pleasure sent shivers down to her spine.

"Oh? I just tried it, but you’re actually into it, huh." Hades smirked, his hand caressing the reddened flesh. "Then, allow me to let you enjoy it as much as you want."

He spanked her again and again, his hand coming down in a relentless rhythm.

Nyx squirmed beneath him, her moans filling the chamber.

When he finally stopped, her ass was a bright, angry red, and she was panting with need.

Hades flipped her over onto her back, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.

"Now then, let’s get started." he smiled at her, his cock rubbing the entrance of her lower lips, "I won’t be gentle."

Nyx’ hazy eyes stared at the throbbing part that was about to enter her. Hot breaths exhales from her mouth, her face looking excited and eager.

Hades positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.

He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as he thrust into her with one hard, deep stroke.

Nyx cried out, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely.

Hades set a relentless pace, his hips slamming into hers as he took her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

He growled, his teeth nipping at her neck. He had sex before, in his past life, but this is the first time he had ever felt like this.

It’s like her body was made for him.

Nyx could only moan in response, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him.

She could feel the pleasure building inside her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

Hades reached between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles.

For hours, Hades relentlessly thrusts his hips as if he wanted to break her.

Just then, Nyx came with a scream, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

Hades followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed.

"Haa~, haa~," Nyx took a deep breath, feeling the hot seeds enter her before sliding out, bringing a wave of pleasure like nothing she had ever felt before.

"It seems like you’re the one enjoying here," Hades flipped her back, as Nyx was still in a daze to even offer any resistance. "We’re not done here."

With that, he shoved his cock back inside, as Nyx moaned in surprised at the intrusion.

The sound of flesh slapping each other echoed throughout the realm, the beautiful and sensual voice of the Primordial Goddess moaning in pleasure rippled through space.

Hades wasn’t giving her any chance to take a breather, he slammed his hips like an animal in heat.

Nyx wanted to be dominated, and he aims to please.

By the time he was done with her, she won’t even be able to think straight.

And just like that, for three days and three, Hades had never left Nyx’ bedchamber, accompanying her as she wished.

They drowned in pleasure of the flesh, completely forgetting anything outside of their intense lovemaking.

Their bodies united as if they are one, barely separating.

Like the darkness of the night.

The clouds in the sky.

Forged by the same flame.

Born from the same void.