As he tore at the rest of her clothes, he manipulated his abilities to wear down the material, making them older and much easier to tear away. Soon enough, the goddess was bare before him, her cheeks nearly matching the red of her hair. Of course it was only fitting that he join her in the nude, and Persephone found herself having to will her eyes to stay up so that they didn't venture downwards. His hand traced her sex and she bit her lower lip, ignoring the burning sensations that were coursing through her veins. To think her husband may never utter her name again brought tears to her eyes, but she had to remind herself of Hades' strength and perseverance. He would find her---and he would come for her.<br/><br/>Chronos moved closer, keeping her pinned to the wall even as his free hand wandered to her breast, again toying with her nipples. Much to her dismay, both had hardened in her time with the god, her cheeks burning with shame. He was touching her as if he could convince her of her place with him, but Persephone was not so easily swayed. It took months for Hades to even crack a smile out of her before she really began to love him, and it surely did not stem from the times he took her to his bedroom. But Chronos didn't seem to understand that---or the very least, he refused to accept it. She squirmed between him and the wall, her heart rate picking up as he grew ever confident with her. "Please... I want my husband back," she begged, her voice turning from hard and angry to soft and helpless. Her only hope now was to beg Chronos and hope for his mercy.