Chronos never ceased up. He repeatedly rammed his stiff cock into her depths, taking advantage of the vulnerable position he'd put her in. With his motions supporting a good portion of her weight, he was able to move his hands from her legs and to the rest of her body. One hand ventured south, gripping her ass and keeping her in place, while the other traveled up and grasped at her breasts once more. His head even lowered to take the second nipple between his teeth, his tongue dancing across her skin and stirring a flurry of emotions within the goddess that she would refuse to acknowledge---pleasure, bliss, desire to be taken like this again. But her heart still yearned for Hades.<br/><br/>A small yelp emitted from the redhead when he bit her sensitive buds, the action just long enough to distract her that she didn't notice his southern hand had gone missing until it was cracking across her ass. Again Persephone cried out, squirming against the wall and keeping her legs tight around him. It was hard to imagine that, just moments after being with her husband, she was being taken unwillingly be another man, her true love banished to the mortal world. Her eyes screwed shut, partially to stop the tears and mostly to strain against resisting the building urge... so close was she to climaxing, but so badly did she want to deny Chronos that satisfaction.<br/><br/>But she had less willpower over her body than she realized. Without warning, orgasm seized her, gripping her very core and causing her pussy to begin throbbing and drooling on him. The Goddess of Spring mewled helplessly, starting to tremble atop him even as he continued his vicious motions. Her red hair was wild and untamed, especially now in the heat of the moment. Already she was disgusted with herself for finding so much pleasure in such a hateful act---but who could blame her? It was the same thing her husband had done for years until she came to love him, and on some level, she'd grown to love his ways, too. Chronos was simply taking advantage of that.<br/><br/>"Please---" Persephone gasped, whimpering between her soft mewls as her orgasm was prolonged for as long as he kept thrusting. She wasn't sure what she was begging for, whether it be mercy or freedom or more of what he was offering. But the frail word was all the queen could manage.