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🍑 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 🍑

A mythology au #kacchakothread to celebrate two follower milestones (1250/1500), thanks sm #kacchako fam!

The god of the underworld longs for his wife, recalling in her absence the story of how they met and fell in love.

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🔞 WARNING 🔞

This story is inspired by the myth of Hades and Persephone. It contains NSFW content, with elements that might be interpreted as 𝙙𝙪𝙗𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩.

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

In the midst of summer, the god of the dead sat on his throne, directing the souls of those deceased to their final destinations.

Some mortals committed crimes against their fellow man and were sent to a place of punishment, one often referred to as Tartarus.

The cries of those receiving their just due for atrocities committed on earth fell on deaf ears.

Katsuki felt no sympathy for them.

The daemon who oversaw that particular circle of the underworld was a cruel creature, with blond, wild hair and a devious look in her eye.

On as many occasions as he could, Katsuki banished her from his presence, ensuring she stayed satiated with the blood of the wicked.

Other mortals who made no great impact, good or bad, during their time above surface were sent to the meadow.

There they could spend the afterlife wandering the yellow meads in peace. These souls were watched by a daemon with silver hair, who aside from his six arms, was rather unremarkable.

The fields hosted souls who wasted their lives on unrequited love.

A cruel sneer marred his handsome features in judging such mortals destined for an afterlife of mourning.

It was a gloomy, drab space, worthy of those who chased after the affection of another, rather than dedicating their time to the betterment of others and society.

A creature with the head of a raven was charged with caring for these souls. He and Katsuki had an understanding, which was to generally avoid one another.

The lord of the underworld only shared the company of one daemon, he who received the souls of the especially distinguished, righteous, or ethical.

And, it was only after a millennia of the red haired creature’s attempts at friendship that he begrudgingly accepted.

As another indeterminable amount of time passed in carrying out his mundane duties, Katsuki found his thoughts drifting to his wife.

Ochako was the only being who brought light to the darkness that seemed to be his entire existence.

When she was gone, it was impossible to feel anything other than numbness.

Though he knew she would return in a few short months, the pain of missing her often threatened to overwhelm him.

He sat with his cheek supported by his fist, his elbow resting easily on the armrest of his throne, as the hassle of his responsibilities further lulled Katsuki into an easy, mindless pattern.

With his free hand he waved the souls that presented themselves to him to their fated afterlife.

Time passed by more rapidly if he focused on remembering her beautiful, honey eyes and sweet, pink cheeks.

Although she was only gone a mere three months, it was already difficult to remember the fine details of her features. He knew she would always come back to him, but when she returned, he would have a portrait painted in her likeness.

It felt as though they hardly married before she was required back on the surface, though in reality, Katsuki knew it had been the full six months he was allotted.

Still, considering all his hours were spent carrying out his obligations or in bed with her, the passage of time seemed to quicken to a punishing pace.

He never would have expected it, but she was insatiable when it came to their joinings. She surprised him more and more every day with her curiosity and willingness to please him.

Katsuki knew he could be content simply if she allowed him to live between her thighs, but his sweet wife soon adapted to life as the lady of the underworld.

Though his realm knew no day or night, when Ochako joined him one of the first changes implemented was an artificial sun and moon, to imitate the lights that shone on the surface of the world.

While it hardly made any difference to Katsuki the pace at which an hour passed, he easily made the addition, knowing it brought her comfort.

Katsuki could never admit it... but there was also a sense of solace in knowing that when he watched the dance of the sun across the sky of the underworld, the real sun would be lighting her day up above.

Gazing on his moon always reminded him of her pretty round face, and the cheeks that he loved to tease in the privacy of their shared quarters.

It was difficult resting without her, though the gods needed no sleep.

But instead of retiring to their chambers, he often found himself pacing her gardens in the hours he wasn’t required to judge the souls of the dead.

Shaking himself from his reverie, he looked up at the sun and judged that it was nearly nightfall.

It was tempting to sneak a trip to visit her, like he used to, but he knew in his heart that he wouldn’t be satiated with just one evening with her.

From the moment he first laid eyes on Ochako, the stolen moments were never enough.

She was his, wholly so, and he wanted all of her.

Besides, it would likely be easy enough to persuade her to return to him earlier than anticipated, and that just wouldn’t do.

The terms of the agreement were clear enough, and Katsuki knew how important it was for her to fulfill her duties

Anything that was important to her, was important to him as well.

Despite the regard he felt for her and the commitments she had in her role as the goddess of vegetation, remembrances of their parting were still bittersweet.

Still, he allowed himself the luxury of drifting into the nostalgia of their final hours together.

On the day of her scheduled departure, Katsuki fought to temper the sorrow that threatened to overwhelm him as their hours together slowly dwindled.

He had elected to cut his duties short, desperate to spend every minute possible with her before she left.

Once his decision had been made, a flick of his wrist caused the heavy doors to his throne room shut with a loud echo. The god stood from his perch and let his feet guide him to where he knew she would be.

A few days before, she made him promise to tend to her gardens in her absence and though he agreed readily, Katsuki doubted that the splendor of the lush foliage would hold half its beauty without the goddess.

He found her walking through the winding path he created for her.

Taking advantage of her distracted state, he approached her from behind with a silent step, ensuring that she would remain unaware of his presence until the moment his arms wrapped around her waist.

Ochako didn’t startle, though he hadn’t expected her to.

There seemed to be a sense of knowing, or familiarity, that flowed between them whenever they came into contact with one another.

Besides, when he nearly lost her days after she joined him in the underworld, he ensured that the areas she inhabited were carefully warded against all others aside from the two of them.

She leaned into his embrace, humming contentedly as her head came to rest on his shoulder, her small hands covering his where they rested on her stomach.

“Hello, my love,” she murmured, taking a few moments to bask in his hold on her before turning in his arms to rest her delicate fingers against his chest.

Instead of responding aloud, he bent his neck to close the distance between their faces, so that he could bring his mouth to hers. Pressing lips to her before pillowing her bottom one between his own, Katsuki feasted on the sweet taste that perfectly encapsulated her essence.

She flicked her tongue across his upper lip and a husky groan escaped him.

Katsuki could have spent hours simply kissing her.

He relished her sighs that were only for him, the way her body molded so perfectly against his, and how her hand always tangled in his hair before tracing invisible patterns across his shoulders, neck, and jaw.

He loved his wife with every fiber of his being and the emotion was only compounded by the fact that it previously eluded him in the thousands of years of his existence.

Before her, there was only darkness.

There was no feeling, either positive nor negative. His entire state of being consisted of carrying out the duties as the god of the underworld.

It was a lonely task, yet Katsuki didn’t know that he felt alone.

Not until he first saw her.

Ochako nipped his lip playfully, pulling him back into the moment as she jumped into his arms. He caught her easily, the weight of her feeling infinitesimal.

“I can hear you thinking,” she started softly, “and I would have my husband present with me in the time leading to our separation.”

“Your wish is my command, Sweetheart,” he responded with a growl, his red eyes sparking with mischief.

“Take me to our room, please. I want to make as many memories as we can before I have to go.”

His powers expanded, causing a dark flurry around them, as they reappeared in their chambers. Though it would have been easy to carry her back, there was not a minute to lose.

Katsuki laid her gently on the bed, lust coloring his features as she unfastened the belt at her waist and allowed her peplos to slip slowly from her figure.

She bit her lip between her teeth, a small smile spreading across her face as his cloak slid down onto the thick carpet and his chiton soon followed.

Crawling over her, Katsuki buried his face in the nape of her neck, a shiver coursing through him as she wrapped her arms around him and traced her fingers along his spine.

“I’ll long for you every moment we’re apart,” he whispered so softly he wasn’t sure she would hear.

“And I you, but now is not the time for sadness.” Her hand fell against his head, guiding his face until she could kiss him once more.

Katsuki ran his palm along the silky skin that covered her ribs until he arrived at her breast.

With a gentle pinch, he rolled her pert nipple between his fingers. He greedily swallowed the gasp she released in response, continuing his ministrations until she was squirming beneath him.

He shuddered at the sensations of her hands gently mapping every inch of his body that she could reach.

Ochako paused at his erection, wrapping her fingers around his length and pumping languidly. When his hips jerked involuntarily as she swiped her thumb across the leaking head, she smiled against his lips.

Despite her sweet outward appearance, his wife was more than adept at causing him to fall apart with a few simple movements, a skill that she was quite aware of and readily used to her advantage.

With a thick groan, he pulled her hand from him and pinned it and the other above her head.

It wouldn’t do for him to finish before they even started, especially considering that Katsuki intended to bring her to orgasm at least once before he had her.

He shot her a quick warning glance before he began to kiss along her neck, paying special attention to the sensitive spot behind her ear before continuing his descent.

The dulcet moans that filled their chamber were music to his ears, and he allowed her hands to wind in his blonde hair when his mouth captured her nipple.

Katsuki sucked at it gently before teasing it with his teeth, taking immense pleasure in the scent of her arousal that now flooded his senses.

He planted kisses against her stomach, hips, and thighs, before returning to her sweet heat.

Her folds glistened tantalizingly in the low light of the room, her need for him evident. Katsuki made no effort to stifle a low growl when his tongue swiped across her core and sampled the moisture that gathered there.

Despite having her this way on many occasions, he never grew tired of her taste. Every time it was as though he were indulging in the finest meal known, and he never let a drop of her go to waste.

Ochako wasn’t the only one who learned the secrets to pleasing him.

From their first coupling, Katsuki had carefully studied the way her body reacted to him, determined to find all the small signs of her pleasure.

That was how he knew how much she enjoyed it when he dipped his tongue between her folds, pushing in until his nose met her mound.

He started that way, until the grip she had on his hair tightened, her need now imminent.

Slowly withdrawing, he licked a broad swipe against her heat until he reached its peak, where her clitoris pulsed needily for him.

Winding his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves slowly, Katsuki plunged two fingers into her heat, savoring the way her velvet walls clenched around him.

With practiced movements, he teased the spot buried within her while his tongue continued its outward assault until she shattered. His eyes were on Ochako as her back arched from the bed, her hips grinding against his mouth as her hands held his head in place through her orgasm.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and her cheeks were flushed to an even rosier hue than the one that normally colored them.

But what always entranced him was the way her lips parted prettily, a cry of his name falling from her as he brought her to pleasure.

Katsuki slowed his movements, lapping up the juices of her arousal, until her climax ended. He climbed back over her with dark intent in his eyes, determined to savor the rest of her, though she had other plans in mind.

Ochako wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and captured his lips, clearly relishing the way that her taste still lingered on his tongue.

His erection sat heavily against her thigh, but with a simple shift of her hips, it was soon teasing her core.

He held it at the base, running his length along her folds until he was covered in her essence, before pushing in slowly.

The way in which she sighed every time he sunk into her was a sound he would never grow tired of.

Her hold on him tightened further as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

“Katsuki,” she panted softly, “I need more.”

He began to thrust at a languorous pace, knowing it would be the last time for a while. The desire to memorize every part of her consumed him.

It almost felt as though she was made for him, with the way her core sheathed his length so perfectly. He closed his eyes briefly, reveling in the way she felt around him and beneath him, his fingers tracing along the smooth planes of her skin.

Soon his hooded gaze fell on her once more, as he took in the soft flush of her cheeks and the way her hair splayed on the pillow like an amber halo.

The moans that fell on his ears were sweeter than any music that could be found in the realms of gods and mortals alike.

The smell of sex, of 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, hung heavily in the air and Katsuki breathed it in deeply before nestling into the crook of her neck and taking in the scent of her. The sweet bouquet of warmth and life, mixed with her sweat and the desire that radiated from her in waves.

Finally, he savored the taste of her arousal on his tongue before meeting her lips with his once more and sampling straight from the source.

She finished with their mouths locked and tongues entwined, pulling him over the edge with her...

Katsuki again shook himself from the blissful memories of his wife, the signature sneer on his face giving no indication of what his thoughts were consumed by.

It would be best to cease his duties for now. He walked sullenly back to their quarters, taking comfort in the fact that he could spend the remainder of his day thinking of her, with no interruption.

- 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝟒 -

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