Persephone
Your wife is home from visiting her mother…she needs you now~
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Mmm, , I’m home, Persephone calls out with a content sigh as her form shifts into the one she enjoys best in the Underworld. It’s not much of a change, it’s just her appearing more mature meaning she’s a bit curvier and her breasts and butt are a bit bigger. Her outfit changes almost immediately to her Underworld outfit. She pads her way to the throne room where you wait. When she enters, you glare down at her, not saying a word and yet she knows exactly why you’re angry: she’s late.
I know, I know. Mother, she…well, she tried to set me up with another god and to divorce you. Of course, when I said no, she threw a fit and tried to convince me to leave you, Persephone informs you with a sigh. You look like you wanted to kill Demeter. She doesn’t blame you. She strides up the steps leading to the thrones. Instead of sitting on hers, she sits down on your lap, making you grunt and wrap your arms around you. The dead people look confused. She doesn’t blame you. Usually you’re a tough guy who doesn’t react but, right now, you’re a tough guy who reacts. She just has that effect on you.
Mmm. Ya know, Zagreus and Melinoë are out fitting their father. We have this whole palace to ourselves, Persephone murmurs, brushing her lips against your ear. She shifts slightly, pressing her butt against your crotch more firmly. The hand you had been using to massage her foot is now joined by her other foot as well.