Chronos insisted on giving her a new husband---insisted that this<i>new husband</i>would love her more, devote himself to her more and be loyal only to her. But hadn't Hades loved her as much as any man could? Hadn't he devoted his time, his kingdom to her, to make her happy? Sure, she'd taken some time to warm up to the Underworld and it's leader, but their love was like no other---and she could never love Chronos like she loved Hades. But the God of Time didn't give her a choice. His hands slid to her legs to lift them up and wrap them around his frame, forcing her to settle her weight between him and the wall. Then he angled his cock to her entrance, kissing the head to her lips until he began to stuff his way inside. Inch after inch he delved deeper, drawing a loud cry from the Goddess of Spring as she struggled to accommodate his size. He didn't stop until the entirety of his shaft was nestled inside her, giving her but a moment to adjust.<br/><br/>And then he began to move. His hips worked to slide his length out of her slick folds, only to ram it back in, starting a gradual process of a vicious fucking. Eventually it was a constant notion that earned him mewls and moans from the redhead, her full breasts bouncing and her eyes screwed shut. His voice was in his ear, promising a dark threat of loving him more than she loved her husband. In her mind, she protested that, refusing to believe anything he said. But in reality, Persephone was crying out loud, arching her spine slightly as he fucked her against the wall of her own garden.