pregnant with the president's cub

Hades has never been so hot, the unrestrained desire to reproduce has turned into countless red iron filings and melted into his skin, flesh and bones, and he is licking the flames every time he breathes.

out of control.

Hades stood in a sea of ​​flames, a black snake so huge that its tail could not be seen, looking down from a high place, its ruby ​​red eyes reflected the tiny him.

Losing the shackles of reason, breaking out of the shell of desperate death, is the crazy love that even he himself can't resist.

Can't meet Persephone, can't touch her, look at her, miss her.

Hades bit one of his fingers and turned it into a long black sword. The moment the black snake opened its huge mouth and charged towards him, Hades pierced the long sword into his snake's head.

He had to regain a sliver of sanity, fled to the sacrificial house and locked himself up, covered his body with darkness and the dust of the tomb, and completely separated himself from Persephone.

Never hurt her, never hurt...

Hades was knocked away by the snake's head and tumbled into the scorching lava.He jumped up in embarrassment and raised his head to meet the snake's eyes. The sword was pressed against the sticky fire flow under his feet, and he couldn't even breathe, his chest was filled with irresistible love.

He saw in the red snake's eyes, countless black mist entangled into chains, binding the two overlapping bodies standing in the center of the fire.

The man's figure is tall and strong, like a black drawing pattern branded on a pottery vase, constantly twisting and transforming into a terrifying and powerful silhouette, covering his petite body.

Black and red are flowing, merging, and some inappropriate whispers, struggling to squeeze out of these trance-like colors.

"Hades, can you hear..."

"...stop..."

The sword in Hades' hand has turned into a snake, gnawing on his remaining fingers, and he scratched his face with both hands and began to tremble when he realized something.

The pain in her voice drilled into his ears bit by bit, leaving the curse that scares him the most in his loving mind.

"Don't make me hate you..."

Hades finally saw clearly the reality in the snake's eyes that he was beating Persephone violently.

The most arrogant instinct belonging to the divinity broke out completely, making him have no bottom line and just want to expand wildly, devouring all life to satisfy his appetite.

The object he devoured was Persephone.

Hades watched as his arms, shoulders, and face were covered with snake scales of desire, and he was alienating into a monster.

A monster that hurt Persephone.

The huge despair and anger turned into a self-cutting knife tip, piercing through his neck, and the ancient black curse pattern faintly emerged on this skin.Hades was finally able to regain a little chance to wake up in this severe pain.

Persephone felt that she was about to meet Hades, no, maybe she died here to meet Hades.There is no ecstasy envoy yet to make a middle price. When he opens his eyes, he is in the underworld and then closes them. Coincidentally, the corpse is also in the underworld.

Even the criminal law process of being guilty after death is omitted. After all, she was scalded to death, and it can be regarded as being in a frying pan and crossing a river of fire.

Persephone used to think that the black mist, the panacea, was so cute, but now it is terrifying. It has the ability to heal people at high temperature. Every time she falls into a coma, the black mist will directly stimulate her to wake up again.

After waking up, the black mist will be stingy to retract the depth to restore her strength, and become a cage-like restraint tool again, wrapping her tightly in Hades' arms.

What kind of new torture is this? It's better to let her pass out directly.

In a trance, Persephone felt that the out-of-control Hades was like a sizzling pancake iron.The baked "cake" means that I want to cry, but I just think about it.

In the repeated pulling back and forth, her sanity had fallen into a kind of stupor on the verge of suffocation, and she couldn't even tell whether she had passed out or died of thirst due to lack of water.

In this painful vision, she even had the illusion that her limbs had been torn apart.The surging breath of the gods flooded her eyes, ears and tongue forcefully.She fell into the undercurrent of the river, and even her memories were brutally shredded and thrown away.

This was a brutal plundering battle. Hades was undoubtedly the one who crushed everything. Under his suppression, she had no chance to turn around and escape.

Is this the power of the gods?

Persephone's breath became intermittent, and her spirit was slackening. It turned out that this was the appearance of his mental breakdown and complete loss of bottom line.

The heat was gradually disappearing, but it was replaced by boundless darkness and cold, she realized a terrible fact, death was close to her, half a step away.

She was being eaten away, and this thought was like a chisel knocking out her desire to survive, even if she died, she couldn't die so uselessly.

It's okay to be happy, but not to die.

This thought was like the last blow of the flashback, giving Persephone the strength to resist being crushed, enduring the pain and struggling to find Hades' face with blurred vision.

Her eyes are full of gray and white snowflakes, the process of focusing her eyes is a masochistic carnival, even breathing can cause trembling, but it is not the kind of insubstantial falling feeling, and even the familiar painful high temperature returns again.

Her hands searched for his back, the tight muscle lines like a bow, the hardness that nails can't get in, this is really a desperate reality.

Persephone's voice was so soft that it was vague, "Hades, can you hear me?"

He didn't hear it, he lowered his head and bit off her last brooch with his lips and teeth. The damp breath and the torn fabric seemed to be the final distance warning. If he didn't run away, it would be too late.

She began to feel hopeless about recalling Hades' sanity. In the face of absolute power, any struggle of human beings is terribly weak.

"If you can hear... stop..."

She is not the kind of person who can forgive all hurts generously, even if she knows it is an accident that he can't control himself, even if she likes him.

"Don't make me hate you..."

When the words contained in her mouth were uttered with difficulty, her breath was almost mixed with the temperature of his skin, burning like fire, and she was unconscious.

All movements stopped suddenly, and it was impossible to move forward half a step as if being strangled. The thick and churning black mist also cooled down rapidly, and the icy air once again descended on this specially sealed space.

Persephone was still in a state of poor acceptance of the fact that she was saved. She was lying on the ground with her hair and flowers scattered in a mess.The hair touched her eyelashes, and she couldn't help blinking. The itching made her numb body begin to recover her senses, and the violent panting sound in her ears gradually became louder.

Who was trembling in fear, even the spasm of muscles caused by excessive tension was clearly conveyed through his body.

All of Persephone's helpless struggles also stopped, her gaze went straight up, and she finally saw clearly the expression of the man on her body.

He stretched out his hand to cover his neck as if he wanted to speak, but his opened and closed lips could only pant loudly because of the trembling, and the crazy excitement in his eyes was replaced by unbelievable pain.

"Why...indulge me..." He pinched his neck hard, every word seemed to be squeezed out from the wound that cut his throat, his hoarseness was terrible.

Persephone saw some light ink color spreading and blooming between the fingers he pressed on his neck, and felt strangely familiar.

what is that?

Hades' expression was bewitched by a certain emotion again, and he began to become dazed. His face seemed to become a battlefield of indulgence and pain, and he was sometimes sober and sometimes hallucinated.

"Why do you..." He clearly put her life in danger, why didn't she have a strong killing intent towards him.

The restraint around the neck will only actively stop it unless it hurts her soul.If what he hurt was only the outer shell of his body, then the curse would help her wring his neck off only if Persephone had a strong killing intent towards him.

He thought it was a very simple, easy, instinctive reaction engraved in the bones of God.No matter what is a threat to itself, it will take the initiative to burst out the urge to tear the enemy apart.

She should have torn him, when he attacked her.

Persephone didn't have time to pay attention to those unexplained words. She felt the healing ability of the black mist returned to normal, and her numb limbs began to have a normal tingling sensation, and her fingers and ankles were recovering strength.

She pushed Hades hard, and this simple and neat push actually pushed him aside.

Persephone immediately got up alive, and with trembling fingers, she tidied up the remaining tattered clothes to cover the key parts. In fact, no one would make a fuss about walking around shirtless here, she just couldn't stand it.

Seeing that Hades was still in the swaying period of madness, fear surged up belatedly, and just now he was struggling to survive, but now he feels exhausted for the rest of his life.

She backed away without even being afraid of snakes, her hands and feet were wrapped in the black mist, and the ferocious mist just now became extremely timid, as if she was shackled again, leaving only the healing tenderness.

Hades sat on the ground, his back bent downward, his jet-black hair hanging in a mess on either side of his downcast face.

He is trying to control everything in himself, every hard breath seems to be bulging from the depths of his chest, his eyes are dyed with ruby ​​red brilliance, bursting out a frenzied love that is hard to ignore, he is He stared at her.

Persephone staggered back to the support pillar, her face flushed abnormally, her eyes were still wet, although she was separated from Hades by some distance, she still had a strong premonition that she couldn't escape.

Their stalemate depends on where the limit of Hades' patience lies.

The air was as thick as a spider's nest, and the colorless threads were pulling their bodies and tearing them apart. Even Persephone's normally sluggish nerves were sending out sharp warnings, urging her to leave Hades.

Hades let go of her, but didn't open the gate or let the tide of snakes go away.

She even saw the huge pea tree placed at the door, entwined with colorful poisonous snakes, gnawing manically at the emerald green leaves and fruits, which made people feel cold.

Hades is also like those snakes, with a poisonous color in his eyes, so beautiful and evil.He couldn't give up his desire to chase Persephone, so he could only crazily fight with his love, trying to dig out some strength.

At least get her out of here.

Hades stretched out his hand, wanting to open the door, but as soon as he moved his fingers, the love engulfed by the power of the god of love immediately tore him apart and burned him, all the resistance consciousness turned into wax in the fire, and was quickly melted Open, the severe pain caused him to bend over and let out a suppressed growl.

Unable to control himself, completely out of control and only thinking about hurting the one he loves, for Hades at this moment, he has lost all his arrogance and dignity, and the alienated scales are also speeding up his body.

Persephone had never seen Hades in such a mess before, and her heart was also clenched together, and she burst into tears in pain.She forgot to cry when she was so dangerous just now, but now she can only cry helplessly watching Hades collapse.

Never before had she hated Cupid's arrow so much for a moment, hated Hades' mistake of being forced to love only her.

Persefine's hand supporting the pillar was so hard that blood was drawn from her nails, and Hei Mist dutifully licked her wound, but the slightly cold temperature just now rose a few degrees.

She tried to take two steps forward, which was almost a betrayal of her own survival instinct, but when she made this potentially fatal decision, the shaking of her body stopped.

She no longer hesitated to speed up her pace and ran to Hades' side, without giving herself any way out, she stretched out both hands to hug him with all her strength, and pressed her face against his pulsating neck, the scorching heat spread from the contact place Come on, the pain that penetrates the skin.

Persephone breathed hard, suppressing the choking in her throat, trying to comfort Hades who was in pain with an unsuccessful calm tone.

"Is there any way you can draw the arrow, tell me, Hades."

Hades endured to the limit, unable to make a sound, the pain burst out from his bones, and every time he gasped, he was lingering himself.

"Disgusting, hating what else can reduce the power of the arrow. You are the god of death who can restrain love. I will help you pull out the arrow. It won't hurt if you pull it out."

Hades finally couldn't control himself, like a large group of animal cubs trying to seek comfort, lowered his head and kissed Persephone's arms around her, there was naked obsession and longing in his eyes, and was sometimes restrained Sobriety replaced.

This sobriety comes from the deepest love extension in my heart, and it is not allowed to hurt her obsession.

"Pull... can't, there is chaos..."

Hades had already desperately pushed away the divine power of Venus just now, and saw the power of chaos in the deepest part of the arrow. If he hadn't poured out all the fecundity locked by him and pulled this power out, he would have been unable to discover it at all. What I hit was the original arrow.

I can't pull it out.

Persephone had never encountered such a desperate answer before, and a small cry finally escaped from her lips.

She quickly bit her lips with her teeth, and pressed against him tightly without allowing herself to escape, and said in a choked voice: "Is there any way to reduce your pain, is there any way..."

The words were suddenly swallowed hard, and Persephone knew there was a way.She adjusted her posture before trying to kiss his chin lightly, tenderly but with obvious hints.

He didn't dare to move, but she became the taker, kissing his side face and trembling mouth bit by bit.

"Your body can't take it..." Hades also began to seek her kiss, he warned Persephone panting.

Persephone silently reached out to touch his face, she leaned close to him, felt the rush of his breath, and asked softly, "Kiss me, Hades."

Hades has obviously fallen into a chaotic world of consciousness, his eyes are replaced by ice-red gemstone-like substances, the snake pattern on his face clearly emerges, and the black scales glow with a golden luster.

This change made Persephone more intuitive to face the fact that Hades is not a human being, and even in this state, he is not even a god.

It is more like a strange beast filled with full love, strong and crazy.

And she is a sacrifice to him, willing to hand over the softest deadly part under his weapon to be slaughtered, and then burned to ashes by the flames.

Persephone recalled in a trance that when she first traveled through another world, she opened her eyes to be his sacrifice—the bride of Hades.

At that time, she desperately wanted to survive, but when she came to Hades, she also lived and studied hard in fear, like a weed that took root in an unfamiliar land and absorbed nutrients. alright.

If you can survive, if you can survive with Hades, it will be a good ending.Persephone smiled hopelessly, and seemed to be thinking about life in the afterlife.

After all, after death, you may not really be in the underworld, and the soul from another world is more likely to be wiped out.

The air was heating up rapidly again, a heat that human skin could not bear, and his kiss even had a hint of the scent of pine and cypress from the campfire.

It's so hard...

Persephone lowered her eyelashes, her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, wanting to continue to make the kiss deeper.When the lips had just found the desired position to be pasted, one hand pressed her face.

He might just want to stop her from kissing, but in the end, his palm was too big, covering her tightly in a state of deliriousness.

The air became cold and silent in an instant, from burning oil to freezing in place, all you need is someone to hold your face with your hands, and it's the kind of force.

Persephone was really stunned, and when the hands on her face left, she realized that the ferocious god with a hideous face had already withdrawn to the wall.

His face was terribly pale, and he gasped and said, "Don't come over..."

Scales covered his feet, and if he hadn't been hit by Persephone's sad emotions, he would have literally dismembered her body.

Persephone suddenly suspected that her charm value was minus 100 million, otherwise it would be impossible to explain that Hades could still avoid her in this state.

This situation is similar to that of a person who poured down tons and tons of aphrodisiacs, and finally got the antidote, and he became a Buddha immediately.

She moved her foot uncertainly, and heard Hades stop her again in pain, "You can't take it."

Persephone tried to persuade him, "I think you still have a little consciousness, why don't we try our best."

Hades looked at her, his constricted pupils faithfully reflected her worried face, and he was so focused that he would have to rely on this look for a long time.The blood had boiled to the point of crackling in his veins, even oozing from the corners of his eyes and ears.

He slightly curled the corners of his mouth at her, showing a jerky smile, "Come back when I recover, Persephone."

The incomplete color of the mural began to flow down dirty sticky dark matter.Dense bones and dead souls protrude from the cracks in plaster, lime and the ground.

They poured out countless curse words, and danced a funeral dance on the body of the king who controlled them, clutching his limbs and dragging him into the wall.

Hades had no strength left, he leaned wearily against these filth, and quietly issued the last order: go to the wall maze of the house of sacrifice.

There was the grave he built for himself, and he couldn't escape without all his sanity.He wants to shut himself up until he has digested his body tide.

It will probably take many years, many years...to meet her again.

Seeing this terrifying scene, Persephone's back was numb with fright. She seemed to see Hades being devoured by countless corpses and ghosts.

Without any time to think, she rushed forward with an unimaginable speed, and grabbed his calf with both hands before he was dragged into the huge vortex of bones.

In the torrent of bones and undead, Hades was like a pale corpse, closing his eyes and falling unconsciously.

Persephone didn't even have time to say a word to stop her, and countless swearing and screams rushed into her ears. When the power of the curse stuck to her skin like a gangrene, the severe pain instantly pierced her whole body.

She was in pain just after being slightly touched, and she could hardly imagine what Hades in the center was enduring.

Survival instinct urged her to let go, to escape from this hellish mountain of corpses and bones, but could she escape?

If he could escape - he would have escaped long ago.

Persephone resignedly let go of the strength she was fighting with these ghosts, and let the ghosts she feared the most drag her in together.

Like a desperate desperado, she pulled a pile of bones, reached out to grab Hades' waist, curled up in his arms, and fell into the unknown dark abyss together.

It was as if the meeting hall after a hurricane had returned to silence, and the colors of all the buildings had disappeared, turning into cracked, moldy old objects.

This is the trace of death's erosion.

The door was finally kicked open successfully, and the god of death came suddenly. After sweeping left and right, he fixed his sight on the wall where Hades and Persephone disappeared. There was a large gray shadow there.

Minos also ran in panting, "It seems that there is something wrong with the arrow. Hades lost control of his divine power, and even Persephone's divine power was swallowed by him."

Death frowned, "They..."

His gaze followed the old wall and finally saw the destination, "In the maze of murals in the sacrificial house."

The second judge also stumbled in, followed by Aiacus. They turned around and stretched out their hands to quickly close the door, turning the latch to fasten the door.

A huge force hit the door panel, and then went forward along the porch.

It was the pomegranate tree in the courtyard that was growing crazily, and the roots swelled out of the ground, directly overturning the floor tiles, and wantonly destroying the buildings inside the palace.

The pomegranate tree is the reproductive symbol of Hades, who is known to have lost his mind completely.

Minos said to the other two judges with a solemn expression: "We must be mentally prepared, Persephone is likely to be swallowed by Hades."

The maze drawn by Hades himself, no one can enter without consent, and Persephone has almost no chance of surviving after being captured.

Awakening Hades will restrain his abilities and be careful not to hurt the soft seeds.And now Hades probably can't even recognize people, devouring is a divine instinct, he will really eat the god he desires most.

The God of Death reached out and hammered the wall heavily, directly smashing the wall. He said in a cold voice, "Let's find the spinning thread of the Goddess of Fate and throw it into the maze, so that the lost can come out."

This was just a self-consoling move. With Hades' ability, it was easy to catch up with Persephone in the maze.Even if they find the line, they probably won't be able to catch up.

But none of the gods present objected, and Minos made a final decision, "Let's go, Thanadus, using your silent argument with us, we should be able to steal a piece of silk thread."

Let's hope they get Persephone out of the maze in time.

The person who was being held by the other gods was struggling to stand up with her forehead in a daze. Her vision was dark, and the surroundings were terribly quiet, except for the loud beating of her heart.

Mingming fell down with Hades, but she closed her eyes for a while, and she was left alone.

Persephone panted anxiously. She stood with her hands propped against the wall, trying to slow down her breathing to calm her overwrought body.

It's very dark here, only the gray light that comes from nowhere, barely allowing people to see the environment clearly.

A series of complicated and winding corridors were intertwined in front of his eyes. Persephone just wanted to see a certain intersection clearly, and his eyes were full of tears.

Where is Hades?

Persephone walked forward in confusion, and stopped after taking two steps. There were too many forks in the corridors, and she didn't know where to go for a moment.

It's a maze.

They were lost in the maze, thinking of Hades' unconscious appearance, anxiety surged in his heart again.Persephone couldn't convince himself at all that he could return to normal by himself.

The way he let the dead soul drag him away just now is very similar to the "farewell" in the tragic series.

Persephone even had a weird feeling that once he was allowed to disappear, she would never see him again, which was why she held on to him without hesitation.

After walking through several passages of corridors that looked exactly the same, Persephone rubbed his eyes and began to look for the different details of these corridors.

Whether it is the structure or the number of columns, it is almost the same as copying and pasting.Persephone searched for a while before she could see clearly in the dim light. There were gray murals everywhere in the corridor.

The murals are dense and not mixed together separately. There are faceless humans harvesting wheat, blooming flower fields, and scenes of worship.

Drawing so many things, even Hades would take some time.

Persephone recognized the differences in the murals and walked forward. This was not an easy task, because the colors of these paintings were very vague.When she saw that she was dizzy and couldn't help rubbing the bridge of her nose with her hands, there was a strange rubbing sound in her ears.

Sticky, like something gliding past quickly.

This sound made the back of Persephone's neck feel cold, she turned her head vigilantly, but her gaze suddenly rushed into the colorful noise.

Numerous girls in tight-waisted skirts shook their hair, stepped on frantic dance steps, and howled and sang beside the statues, which seemed to be songs in praise of the gods. The poets played and sang lyres to accompany their crazy dance steps.

It is a colorful mural of an ancient sacrificial ceremony being held.

Persephone walked over and looked at it carefully for a while, then touched her face for something, the statue looked almost identical to her.

So they are holding a sacrificial ceremony for her?

The only one who can do this kind of thing is Hades. He has always regarded her as a god, trying to stuff her mouth with various sacrificial gifts.Even if she emphasized several times that she couldn't eat incense at all, he didn't listen and kept doing these things secretly.

So it is not surprising to hide and paint a few murals of worshiping her.

Thinking so, Persephone still felt that this place was in a panic.She walked over at a faster pace, and just when she was about to enter the next fork, the corner of her eye swept across the corner, where there was a deep shadow,

Her gaze immediately froze, until she really saw a tall figure standing there, and then she shouted in surprise, "Hades?"

Persephone had already given up thinking about what she was going to do next. Hades was stunned by the arrow of Cupid, and she didn't care about whether she would regret it afterwards, and she just wanted to get over the current hurdle.

So when she rushed over, she had already made a complete decision to make the storm more violent.

If you really want to die, you should die quickly. Anyway, if you procrastinate, you will be tossed to death by the arrow of Cupid. At least it is worth holding Hades before you die.

Persephone's brain is already hot, and even the adrenaline approves of her behavior, giving her the gift of passion, so that her feet are not sore and her arms are strong.

This state gave her self-confidence. In fact, as long as Hades kept a little bit of consciousness and lowered the temperature, the rest of the actions were not so fatal.

No matter how bad it is, there is still black mist. If the tossing time is too long, it will be cured afterwards, so there is no problem of being unbearable.

Persephone ran up to him, raised her head and was about to say something, but found something was wrong, did Hades grow taller?

The man in front of her looked down at her, his red pupils did not have any sense of God, or human softness, he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the corner of his lips, bringing out a touch of scarlet color.

Then Persephone heard him say in a joyful and unfamiliar tone: "I found you, Persephone."

Persephone also clearly saw the reason for his height. The golden snake scales stretched down from his abdomen layer by layer, extending, extending...a long and large snake tail.

Persephone heard something snap in her head, it was the sound of her mind collapsing.

She finally knew why Hades said she couldn't bear it, who could bear it, it's all cross-species.Although gods and humans are also cross-species, gods at least have a human form, and there is no problem of mismatching.

And now-

Persephone suddenly turned around and ran wildly, the creepy gliding sound behind her quickly sounded, and her scalp tingled as she shouted sincere advice.

"Hades, wake up, cold-blooded animals and warm-blooded animals will not end well, it is impossible for us now."

This has nothing to do with whether you love or not, but that you don't even deserve it!

It's a pity that Hades, who had turned into a cold-blooded animal, obviously couldn't understand human words. He appeared behind Persephone abruptly, reached out and rubbed the back of her neck, which was an obvious gesture of wanting to occupy her.

Full of animal signs.

Her speed obviously did not hinder him, and the next movement was to put the tip of her tongue against her ear, as if tasting before eating, the huge snake tail nimbly slid in front of Persephone, blocking her way, and He intends to wrap her in his arms.

Persephone took a deep breath, stopped quickly and entered the entrance of the corridor next door. Thanks to the maze structure, there was enough room for her to move around at the intersection.

"Persephine, Persephone, Persephone..." Hades' voice was full of irrational joy, he stretched out his hand to caress her trembling back, and finally could touch her and be with her forever.

The soaring love made Hades chase her even more crazily.

Persephone was expressionless and just ran away, saving even the energy to speak, she was very sure that she couldn't run away from him.

Especially when Hades started kissing her so easily, pressing his tongue against her lips, trying to pry her jaw open, she was in a kind of redneck shock.

She was still running, and so was he.

this is okay too?

Is it possible to get things done in the long-distance running?

Numerous problems caused her to reorganize her three views, and she became unconscious. Instead, she was afraid that she could only move back a little bit.

Persephone numbly began to think about the thousands of postures between humans and certain animals, especially whether the snake body is soft and boneless, whether there is no fracture problem when it is rolled up.

There will still be, she has, and the kind that will be broken into pieces.

Persephone was finally unable to run, and Hades, who was completely unaware that she was "slowly running away", easily reached out and clasped her shoulders, licking her skin intimately, with a voice like a devil whispering.

"I've been waiting for you, waiting to swallow you into my body."

Persephone was clearly aware of the intention behind his words, and the obvious answer was that the Tun he was talking about was the real Tun with digestive juices in it.

His deep voice was seductively hoarse, "You are mine..."

Persephone felt that his shoulders and neck were licked to bruises. It was supposed to be a cold snake tail, but it was entwined with an impatient temperature.

She felt that she was really going to be eaten by Hades, the kind that didn't even spit out the bones.

The process of Hades entwining her was projected by the dim light onto the mural in front of her. The shadow of the snake body and the shadow of the human being almost merged together, which was strange and charming.

He hugged her in the most primitive way.

Persephone looked at the painting and found that it was even more frantic than they were.

When the color of the large white flowers caught her eyes, she still couldn't react.

Countless red grapes are entangled in the sweet white, and the round grapes are crushed to the plump and soft female body, and countless crazy women are dancing and drinking.

A beautiful teenager wears a crown of grape branches and holds a pine cone stick in his hand. He stretches out his hand to stir a pitcher, and a red liquid flows out.

The madness and nervous joy revealed in the whole picture made Persephone feel an inexplicable shudder.

liquor.She remembered that Hades couldn't drink.

She needed a lot of wine, and her strong desire broke out completely when she fell into Hades' snake belly. A golden halo appeared in Persephone's eyes, as if she had been summoned by some kind, and her hand had already been stretched out.

And outside the maze, inside the sacrificial house, a new seed appeared from the outstretched fingers of the god statue sitting on the ebony seat.

Those were the grape seeds Hades hadn't had time to snatch and give Persephone.

On the murals around the statue, there is a place in the complex maze that suddenly bursts with emerald green and purple vitality.

Persephone in the maze also felt the tension on her shoulders loosen, and she saw the scene in front of her clearly.

Countless vines were growing, tightly bound Hades who was hugging her and panting.

Wine cascaded from the fruit on the vine, and the purple wine drowned to their waists, and the labyrinth became a huge wine jar.

Persephone looked at her hand consciously, and for a moment she realized clearly that this was caused by her ability, not by Hades.

She heard a thud, and the last trace of restraint around her disappeared completely.

Hades fell into the wine river in a daze, his body was covered by grape vines, and the dark red liquid flowed on his skin.

Seeing his huge snake tail half-floating in the wine, Persephone stepped back a few steps in fear. This action angered the drunk Hades. He easily tore away several vines and looked at her with burning eyes. .

Even the wine couldn't make him lie down completely.

When he tore apart the vine, Persephone felt a tingling pain from deep inside her body, and she didn't even understand where the pain came from.

She didn't know that the vines were her divine power, and Hades' rough gesture tore her soul.

Once the soul was injured, the curse immediately appeared on Hades' neck.

The black ancient curse words, exuding dark mist, like a deadly noose, suddenly strangled his throat, and also prevented the rest of his violent movements.

Persephone took a breath, she looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar collar, and the scene in her dream reappeared.

【Once I attack you, you will punish me to kneel...】

Even deep sleep, and dismembered corpses.

Persephone never thought that it was true, such a heavy promise, he cursed himself as much as he could.

She saw Hades, paralyzed in the vine net, with half of his face soaked in the wine, frowning. He was being cursed and strangled by the neck, enduring great pain.

Persephone wanted to say something, but her throat was tightened. Finally, she reached out to touch his face, and lifted his chin with her warm fingertips.

She bowed her head and said seriously again.

"Kiss me, Hades."

Hades, who had no ability to resist and could only obey her orders, was covered in the poisonous smell of alcohol.

"And..." Persephone sighed softly.

"Put away the tail of the snake."

The wine and grape leaves rolled up, which was the wave brought by the power of the snake's tail beginning to disappear.

Persephone felt that she was also intoxicated by a large amount of wine, she blushed and stretched out her arms to climb onto his shoulders, closing her eyes and ordering softly.

"Take it easy, Hades."

Lighter, as gentle as holding a fragile grape fruit, it will ferment white flowers because of its sweetness, and finally become a wine that belongs only to you.