Persephone's Lesson Pt. 01

Hekate, Atë and Persephone looked out at the fireworks that lit up the New York skyline. Hekate was sipping from a glass of wine, her arm around Persephone, while Atë was lounging on a chair.

Atë took a sip of her own drink, and glanced at Persephone to see that she was biting her lip. It was an endearing thing, but something was troubling their dear friend.

"Are you okay, buttercup?" She asked, getting off of the chair and putting her arm around Persephone as well, who cuddled into her.

"Just curious, I guess."

"We cannot help you if you don't tell us, sweet." Hekate replied, placing her wine on the balcony and turning away from the view to lean on it.

"I saw Selene and Artemis... they were kissing."

"That's natural, honey. They're in love."

"I-I know. But it made me wonder..."

"About?" Atë coaxed.

"About what doing that with another woman is like..." Persephone replied. Hekate glanced at Atë, who raised her eyebrows with a quirk of her lips.

She would never tell her this, but Atë had always wondered what it would be like to kiss those beautiful lips, as Persephone had often drunkenly flirted with her, but never soberly, so Atë was unsure whether Sephie was actually serious.

"Didn't you kiss Eris once?" Hekate frowned, her slender fingers drumming a tattoo on the rail. A delightful blush crept up Persephone's cute features.

"Yes, but they were in their male form at the time." She stammered. Hekate let out a throaty chuckle, which made Atë clench involuntarily - Hek's laugh had always made her shiver.

"So it doesn't count? Sephie, sweet, Eris isn't really a male. They aren't either, yet they are both. What you need is a real woman to kiss those cute little lips of yours."

"What if I don't like it?"

"Then you have your answer. The question is, who did you have in mind? Surely you have a crush here, or you wouldn't be thinking about it." Atë coaxed.

"Is it Selene or Artemis?" Hekate added.

"No... but i don't want to say anything in case I upset them and they hate me."

"Buttercup, no one would hate you. It's only natural to be curious. Come on, between us girls... who do you want to kiss?"

Persephone stayed quiet, embarrassment burning in her eyes, and all it took was the furtive glances at both of them to make the answer crystal clear.

Hekate and Atë shared another glance, and a brief nod of understanding passed between them. If Persephone was to experiment, it was better being two people that wouldn't abuse her or take advantage.

Taking Persephone by the hand, Hekate led her into the solace and privacy of the suite they were sharing for the weekend. Zeus had paid for it, as he had wanted all the Gods out of Olympus so he and Hera could have a peaceful time.

Atë wandered behind them as they passed through the main room and into the bedroom, where a super king-size bed awaited. The sheets were a deep crimson silk, the covers a deep black, which Hekate had created the moment they arrived.

Standing Persephone at the bottom of the bed, Hekate stood in front of her, Atë watching from the doorway. Persephone was quivering, whether from anticipation or from nerves, her wide grey eyes were locked on Hekate.

"Hush, sweet. Relax... I'm not going to hurt you, Persephone."

"I k-know, b-but I'm really n- " her stammered words were cut off as Hekate took the initiative. Cupping Persephone's face in her hands, Hekate stepped close and pressed her lips to Persephone's.

Persephone froze. Hekate's lips were sheened with wine, the rich earthy taste all she could taste. Hekate leaned back, her amber eyes searching Persephone's.

"Are you okay?" She asked, sounding suddenly worried. Nodding, Persephone grinned.

"I liked it. Can you do it again?"

Hekate grinned wickedly, and glanced at Atë, who came into the room. Atë stepped up behind Sephie, slowly swept her blonde tresses from the nape of her neck and kissed Persephone on her throat just as Hekate kissed her on the lips once more.

Persephone shivered and let out a little moan that made Atë clench again, her core now a molten pool of desire. Sliding her hands up Sephie's slender, smooth arms, she hooked her fingers in the arms of Persephone's flowery dress, and - kissing along the porcelain skin of Sephie's throat - slid the dress down and off.

A sheet of goosebumps rippled along every inch of Persephone's perfect skin. Both Hekate and Atë took a step back to study her.

She was beyond beautiful. Long legs led up to a pert, round, heart shaped ass, which was clad in a midnight blue lace thong. She wore no bra, as her two smallish breasts were firm and soft, diamond hard nipples atop them.

"Sweet Persephone... you're perfect..." Hekate purred. Atë nodded and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, her voice a hypersexual, raspy sound.

"You look good enough to eat, Sephie."

"Eat?" Persephone swallowed.

"Yes, honey. Do you want us to?" Atë asked, her heart and soul hoping the answer was yes.

"I don't know... what would it entail?"

"Oh, my sweet..." Hekate grinned. Leaning forward, she whispered in Sephie's ear, making that pale skin flush a brilliant red, her mouth drop open in a perfect O, and her eyes widen.

"Would it hurt?"

"Why don't I show you?" Hekate challenged, her voice dripping with sensual promise. Atë bit her lip, her breath catching as she realized she was going to see not only Persephone but Hekate - two of her personal crushes - naked.

"Yes please..." Persephone nodded, making Atë's heart skip a beat. Hekate smirked like a Cheshire cat, and gently guided Persephone onto the bed, before kneeling down between her legs.

Licking her lips, Hekate took a grip of the waistband of Persephone's thong, and with a slow motion that belied her own desire for what she was about to see, began to slide them down.

As the lace slowly caressed its way down Persephone's skin, she felt suddenly nervous, as it was the first time anyone other than Hades had ever seen this part of her.

From the doorway, Atë's eyes were locked on the flesh exposed as the thong swept down Persephone's legs.

When Hekate finally slipped it over her toes and off, tossing it into the corner, Atë felt her eyes drawn to the smooth, pale skin that lay partly obscured by Persephone's leg.

Then Hekate lowered and parted those luscious legs, and Atë laid eyes on the tightest, smoothest sex she had ever seen.

"Sephie, sweet... You're beautiful..." Hekate breathed, making Persephone blush again, before she kissed her way slowly up Persephone's long, exquisite legs. The kisses ended an inch from the very apex of her thighs, before Hekate began the same slow, torturous and teasing journey up the other leg.

Persephone was quivering now, her head back, soft gasps escaping her lips every time Hekate's made contact. Atë's hand slowly, almost subconsciously, slid down the silk of her shirt and under the waistband of her jeans.

She was already wet, her core slick and ready for her fingers as they eased into her. Biting her lip to hold back the gasp that bubbled up, she gazed with hooded eyes at the sensual scene before her.

Hekate gazed at the tight pink flesh between the legs of Persephone, and felt her mouth water involuntarily. She was not a stranger to sapphic pleasures, but Persephone was so sweet and innocent, it was something that needed to be done right.

Leaning in, she inhaled. The scent of Sephie was intoxicating. Her mouth opened slightly, and the intense urge to devour the innocent blonde in her arms grew. Parting Persephone's legs a little further, Hekate lowered her head and - with the slightest hesitation - took a single, slow, probing lick.

Hekate's tongue slid from the bottom of her sex, a trickle of Sephie's arousal coating her tongue as it did, up to her clitoris, parting those small lips as it passed and painting her tongue with more of that sweet, heady slickness. As she reached the small bundle of nerves, Hekate swirled her tongue round and around it.

Persephone was in heaven. The pleasure Hekate's tongue was inducing was beyond the scope of any words she could have used. Her legs were quaking, her heart hammering in her chest, her mind melting as Hekate built more and more ecstasy in her like she was stoking a fire.

Atë no longer cared if Hek or Sephie saw her as her fingers slowly caressed her own clitoris, leaning back against the doorway, moaning softly in conjunction with Persephone.

The air was thick with the mingled arousal of all three of them, a potent aphrodisiac that spurred all of them onto greater heights of sensual bliss.

Persephone felt the orgasm approach. It began as a molten pool of desire in her core, and began to bloom into an outright inferno. It was difficult to keep her thoughts straight, nevermind her legs as Hekate's tireless tongue sought out every inch of her it could reach.

When her orgasm erupted, her sex clenching as it coated Hekate's face with a wave of her juices, it didn't arrive alone. As her mind liquidated from the cataclysmic release, she heard and barely registered the husky tones of Atë crying out her own monumental climax.

Hekate felt Persephone squirt, her orgasm releasing a tidal wave of clear liquid across Hekate's lips, nose and chest. As she blinked, taken aback slightly by the explosiveness of it, the sound of Atë breathlessly climaxing in the doorway made her look round.

Atë was long past the point of return, orgasm after orgasm rolling through her as her fingers skilfully coaxed them from her. Her sex was drenched, trickling down her legs as they shook under the strain of the overload.

Hekate watched both Persephone and Atë climax, and smiled. Crossing to Atë, she pulled her friend into a deep kiss. Atë returned it, a spine tingling moan rattling Hekate's body through the clinch, before Atë met her gaze, open mouthed. Hekate gave her an utterly sinful smile, glanced at Persephone and then at herself and Atë.

"I think we are overdressed..."
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