Elias has been in the Underworld for ages; Hades having abandoned the place long ago. And in that time, Elias had never let anyone walk in and out of the Underworld as they pleased – until now. Melitta was the only being who was alive and allowed to walk in and out of the Underworld unscathed. He left it up to her to come back – just as she left it to him to visit her in the land of the living.
He RARELY got work done when she visited, preferring to spend his time playing instead. Playing with her. Melitta’s words caused a wicked smile to curve his lips against hers, eyes like hellfire opening just slightly to meet hers. When she spoke like that, wicked thoughts of punishment rolled through his mind; something she probably WANTED.
But instead, he continued his teasing. “Oh? And what are you going to do about that?” he breathed out before his fingers tangled with the strands of her hair and tugged to reveal the arch of her neck. His mouth worked its way down, kissing, nipping, his tongue running over a particularly sensitive spot before sucking on the skin. Hard. A flick of his finger and the lace bra was torn at the clasp in the front, revealing creamy mounds that would be his next destination.
Fingers went back between her legs, tracing up and down the lace material before tugging the material aside and slowly slipping a finger in. He knew he was teasing, he simply wanted to see how much she’d take it before she became impatient. Oh, how he liked her when she was impatient.
𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 , that she had an open invitation to the underworld. that she could come and go as she pleased. to see him. the power inside of him called to her darkness like a beacon and whilst the more human part of her, .the part that wasn’t shrouded in darkness and was the normal her, screamed to be released of the shadows. her darkness was a willing choice, a nd the switch that would undo it was fragile and could snap either way.
though the darkness had led her to him and that kept it completely in control. the way he played her, the wicked things he did to her body. she was his. “ i’ve got ideas. ” the bratty tone never leaves her tone. instead swallowing each syllable whole and drifting forward. after all she was craving the punishment that would befall her the more she misbehaved. craved him.
her neck arched the moment his fingers disappeared into her raven hair, her hips bucking against his ministrations as she feels him leaving a mark on her neck. the lust pulsing through her causing her fangs to elongate from her gums and a craving to sink them deep in his flesh taking hold inside her mind. his fingers ghosted a fiery path, her skin puckering everywhere his flesh touched.
“ damn you , ” her growl is heated as his fingers tease. only amplifying the current need running through her but bringing her no closer to the true precipice she wanted to fall off. “ fuck. ” her growl is animalistic as she uses her speed to shift their position. her legs falling either side of his hips as she looks upon him, fangs ghosting over her lip, as eyes burn a vivid violet. showing the animal, the darkness, was out to play. her hips rolling, an indication of what she wanted, but she wasn’t about to beg. not yet anyway.
