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For most of her life, Gemma hasn’t thought to celebrate her nameday with such grand gestures. In truth, it was never her preference.
There was little she did with her parents in her youth aside from picking out her favorite dessert from the local inn they were staying at. The act always felt special to her, even if it looked more lowkey than what most others anticipated when celebrating one’s nameday. That continued as a Scion, although Tataru had always tried to put on larger parties for the occasion. Gemma always quietly declined the ordeal, especially since there was always something of greater import happening with their congregation whenever her nameday rolled around.
But the twenty-second sun of the first astral moon approaches quickly in the weeks after their last trip to Garlemald, and on the eve of her thirty-fourth year, Gemma can’t help but wonder what Hades is planning. For the entire month on the island, he’d insisted to her that there would be no large-scale party for her to worry about. Her friends wished to visit the following afternoon, but her special day would be quietly spent between the two of them in their home. He understands her preference for a relaxing day where all she truly wishes for is to eat delicious sweets and be by his side, but his secrecy in revealing anything at all is what prods her curiosity.
“And what exactly do you have planned?” she had asked the week before.
But he merely shook his head with a knowing smirk. “That would ruin the surprise, my sweet Gem. But rest assured that you will have a lovely day.”
That is not something she doubts at all. She’s already certain she will if he is there with her, no matter what they do. Every day is already a gift when she merely wakes up in his arms. And when the morning of her nameday comes, he is the first sight she sees when opening her eyes to the sun barely rising on the horizon.
Perfect already.
Gemma watches his face shift to a pleased smile; one she can still discern through her grogginess and clouded eyes. “Happy nameday, my dear,” he murmurs before planting a kiss against her forehead.
The warmth of his skin against hers only makes her want for him more. She snuggles closer into his chest to enjoy every mote of him. “Thank you, Hades. Won’t you tell me more of what we’ll do today now? If it is merely laying like this all day, then I believe I will be eternally content.”
“If I must.” His fingers continue to make tantalizing movements against her skin, as though he is crafting a delicate spell upon her back. “But no—I have other plans for us besides merely this. Whensoever you are hungry, I can bring upstairs your favorite scones and tea.”
“The blueberry ones from the Bismarck in Limsa?”
“Aye.”
“With custard? And cream?”
He smirks and nods. “And jam, my dear. Did you really think I would provide you with anything but perfection?”
“Not at all,” Gemma says with a chuckle. “You always exceed my expectations.”
“Very good.” He shifts in bed against her so that he can more clearly see her face while he explains their itinerary for the day. “I’ll take care of the day’s chores while you relax. Perhaps we can then take a nice walk or have a picnic by the pond. As for tonight, you can then gorge upon your favorite desserts I’ve had gathered for your special day—alongside another surprise I will not unveil until the time has come.”
“A surprise… how cheeky.” Instead of pressing him for more information, she nods in understanding. Everything he’s presented already sounds perfect to her. “I will be patient, then.”
He kisses her nose before pulling back again to grant her a pleased smile. “Wonderful.”
Her mind wanders with mirth. The thought of celebrating his life in this same way—so that she may also spoil him rotten—is an exciting event she looks forward to. But her memories of the namedays of the Ancients are more confusing than others. With their differing forms of time and interpretation of the calendar, she has not a clue how to convert whatever Hades’s day of birth may have been.
“I hope to do this for you one day…” she murmurs absentmindedly.
“There’s no need for a near immortal man such as I.”
“But surely you must have a nameday we could celebrate. Do you remember it?”
He shakes his head. “Once upon a time, we did. However, with our adamant souls, there was no use to celebrate each year we spent upon the star. During milestones of our lives? Absolutely. Our first one hundred years. Our first one thousand years. And so on and so forth.” A weary and tired expression comes across his half-lidded gaze. “But our methods of time have been lost through the sundering. Nearly lost all meaning to me in the thousands of years since then. I could not tell you which day of the new Eorzean calendar is the anniversary of my birth.”
“Right… of course.” The memories are jogging more clearly to her now, but Gemma’s voice is quiet while her mind whirs with a solution. “But I think you should still celebrate it somehow. Why not pick a new nameday?”
“I don’t suppose the idea would be terrible if that is your desire.” With her physical fidgeting in his arms and soul tossing around his, he studies her with a curious gaze. “Do I sense a date already brimming in your mind?”
“Yes…” she says. Her heart flutters with how fast it comes to her.
But it is perfect.
“What do you think about the third sun of the third umbral moon?”
Hades’s breath hitches in shock. “That day…”
She nods, feeling his soul tighten in warmth around hers. “That was the day we stopped Meteion and you chose to stay on Etheirys. The first day of your new journey. I do not imagine there is another more perfect day to choose to celebrate your life.” A flush quickly comes across her skin while she laughs to herself. “Should you choose that date, it would also give me a few moons of preparation for your own special day!”
By the love swiftly coursing from his soul around hers, she senses his approval almost instantaneously. But also gratitude. Devotion. Emotions that could scarcely be described by words themselves with how so intrinsically connected they feel in that very moment.
“Well, you have my utmost approval of your choice, my dear,” he eventually murmurs before pulling her under the sheets with him, hungrily vying for her affection and lips.
Living with Hades means that every day is beautiful and as perfect as Gemma imagines such a state can be. But even so, he manages to reach insurmountable heights to ensure her nameday is the happiest she can be with the simplest details.
A relaxing morning at her own pace. A beautifully decorated picnic spot for them to enjoy lunch at one of her favorite hillsides surrounded by blooming flowers and overlooking the entire island. A peaceful walk, hand in hand, while admiring all the sights and creatures the grasslands have to offer. Taking a soothing nap under a sunset by the beach, the cool waters gently catching their feet as they lay in the sand.
Every mote of his soul tied so beautifully with hers every second of the day where she can feel his utmost care and love. Such careful consideration for each moment he shares with her, knowing so easily what she loves to create a perfect day.
She cannot contain her delight when the evening rolls around and he brings her back to the cottage where a delectable feast of different cakes, tarts, and pastries are arranged across their table. It’s a silly desire of hers, and perhaps childish as well. That never dissuades her with how much she relishes in trying so many different desserts, her sweet tooth almost insatiable at times.
“Seven Hells, that was divine,” she groans after they gorge upon the sweet feast. “I shan’t think of anything else you could possibly do to top that.”
Gemma watches his eyebrows raise in curiosity, countering her clear teasing with a confident smirk. “A challenge I will take in stride, my dear.”
“Mmm…” She has plenty of thoughts for how he can top that, but stringing him along for a while may be a fun endeavor. The remnants of a custard tart are sucked clean off her fingers while her eyes never leave his. “Then there is more?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” It does not fool her, but Hades attempts to feign a look of concern when observing her body from across the table. “Why, you look rather tired, my dear. Are you ready to retire for the evening?”
“I’m not tired,” she says almost too quickly.
He’s pleased with her apparent enthusiasm. “No need to worry. I have another gift for you upstairs, as a matter of fact.”
“What kind of gift?”
“One I trust you will not be expecting. I picked it up when we were last in Garlemald, as a matter of fact.”
“Oh?” That genuinely does catch her off guard. Her curiosity can only be piqued further with what he may be planning due to the sensual nature of their conversation. “Well, I suppose I should go see now…”
He gifts her one of his enticing smirks while gesturing towards the stairs. “Go on, my dear. I will be right behind you.”
Finding no other reason to wait any longer, Gemma does as Hades suggests. A flock of butterflies feel as though they’re flying around in her stomach, becoming more and more apparent with each step she takes away from him. Out of the dining room. Onto the first step of the stairs. With every following stride up to the second floor.
She knows him well enough to understand that he has no means to treat her to their typical lovemaking. He always has a reason to push the limits, especially for a day like today where he so clearly desires to go above and beyond. Whatever he has brought from Garlemald, she is certain that it is paramount to whatever he means to do to her tonight. But she hasn’t the foggiest what it could be, no matter how much she thinks.
More bondage? An obscure toy for them to try? Or perhaps something as simple as a heavily decorated bedroom, filled with roses and lit candles to create a romantic mood?
She turns the corner on the second floor to look into their bedroom with bated breath. But a rising confusion sprouts from her chest. Everything looks the same—from the way the bed is made to how the curtains are drawn, blowing effortlessly in the wind from the open window. Nothing out of the ordinary catches her eye. Whatever Hades has bid for her to discover up here, she’s not certain she can discern it at all.
Confused, she turns to question what he means for her to find. She had heard him slowly follow behind her, after all.
“Where is it, Had—”
Gemma nearly falls into his chest, stumbling back until he’s fast enough to grab her arms in a steadying position.
But something is off.
She thinks it’s his clothes at first. With a different open white shirt and tight pants, this is not what he’d been wearing moments ago. They are, however, a different sort of familiarity that doesn’t come to her as soon as she expects.
But that isn’t what troubles her. Instead, it’s the lack of his scar in front of her face. Where it should normally be with his shirt flared open like this, now it is somehow missing.
And then her gaze rises to his face, only to nearly feel her knees give out from shock.
By the star.
“Hades…?”
How?
A haunting grin lifts from the edges of his lips, pale golden eyes drowning within hers while assessing her reaction.
How? How?
It is his face. But this is not the Hades who’d been living with her for many moons.
Before her is the man she first met and fell in love with—under the guise of Solus zos Galvus. The Garlean man sporting a third eye. Pale eyes surrounded by darkened bags which express his exhaustion from thousands of years of work. Dark auburn hair with a streak of white, styled the same as she remembers so vividly during their time together on the First.
Gemma can’t form any words at all while piecing together what is happening. None of it makes any sense.
How is he here? Is this my Hades? Is this all a dream?
“Not a dream, my dear.” Even the sound of his voice makes her nearly fall apart in his arms, but he’s doing a thorough job of keeping her standing straight before him.
The sound of her riveting heartbeat is all she can hear over him, but she tries as hard as she can to speak muffled words. “H-How? Are you… my…?”
He smiles deviously. “Your Hades? Of course I am.”
“But so am I.”
The second voice comes from behind her, causing her to jump and turn once more.
But his voice again—it can’t—
Yet somehow, it is. Only this time, the Hades she’s lived with hovers dangerously over her, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. With his face framed by those long white locks, the glow of his bright golden eyes prey upon her body like a beast waiting to devour her. All of his clothes are gone now save for his black underwear, showing in full his large scar over his stomach she thought had been lost.
She cannot breathe. She cannot comprehend what is happening.
But if the racing of her heart and soul is anything to go by, she is enticed.
“Is this—” Gemma tries, but her words continuously trail off in a stutter as she attempts to calm her breathing. “Ahh—your g-gift?”
Her Hades muffles his face into the crook of her neck after spinning her around to face the other him again—she decides to merely refer to the other as Solus if only to halt her confusion—before whispering sweet words into her ear. “It is. You see, I will always ensure you receive what you desire. And if what you wish is for two of me to ravage your body, then all I needed to do was take home a parting gift from the ruins of the Imperial Palace.”
“One of your clones…” she realizes with exasperation. “But how—how are you b-both speaking—and here?”
The clone in front of her, Solus, steps forward and takes a commanding hold of her chin in the palm of his hand before speaking this time. “Practice is all it took. ‘Tis an easy feat to inhabit one body, but it takes a great deal of concentration and magick to properly occupy two at once. However, I have always been a patient man. I would do whatever it took if it meant I could give you your deepest yearnings.”
By the star.
Hades behind her continues to speak into her ear in between kissing her exposed skin. “And what better way to satiate your naughty desires than for you to be bred thoroughly by two of us? One after the other until you are an incomprehensible mess. You would like that—wouldn’t you, my dearest Gem?”
“Yes—gods, please.”
The hold that Solus has on her face tightens with her insistence, quickly shortening the distance between them so that he may loom possessively over her body. “There are no gods to beg to. Only me.”
He devours her lips like a beast, all the while Hades ravishes her from behind. She doesn’t know what to do with any part of her. Not with her hands, her lips, nor her body. She gives in completely to instinct in this tranquil state she’s been put in, allowing both of them to do as they please with her.
Were this a sin for her to enjoy, then she’d eagerly taste the Seven Hells to continue experiencing this pleasure.
“Take off your clothes,” Solus demands after breaking apart their kiss.
Without question. Gemma’s shirt, pants, and undergarments are discarded in a heartbeat while she awaits his next command.
It is Hades who orders her next. “Lay with me on the bed.”
She does. He rests on his back against the sheets in an upright position and pulls her into his lap. Keeping her firmly in place, he continues to mark her shoulders and neck with his love bites, all the while Solus removes his shirt before positioning himself between her legs.
He keeps his gaze solely on hers while kissing and teasing everywhere between her legs. Starting first with her thighs and slowly making his way towards her core, prying out every desperate moan and plea from her lips. Everything is far more intense with nearly every inch of her sensitive zones being toyed with. As Solus lovingly devours her clit with an eager tongue and equally as feverish lips, Hades fully embraces her from behind with wandering hands. They grasp and pinch at her breasts with a tender touch to bring as much pleasure as he can provide. He ravishes her with his lips as well, going back and forth between kissing her skin and whispering encouraging words into her ear.
“You’re doing so well, my dear.”
“How radiant you look in so much pleasure.”
“Let me hear you louder.”
With the practiced mouth of Solus, controlled by Hades, quickly bringing her to the point of climax, she rides the waves of ecstasy all the while being completely devoured at every corner by her other half. It is a high she never thought possible from cunnilingus alone, but to be so thoroughly taken care of by multiple hands of the one man she loves, perhaps it should not have been entirely unexpected.
And this is only the beginning.
Solus rises from between Gemma’s quivering legs with a triumphant smile, licking the remains of her pleasure from his lips while getting into a higher position over her. “Now, turn around for me,” he says.
With Hades’s assistance, she shifts in position so that her ass is high up for receiving and her arms hold her in place against the sheets. Her heart is racing in both exhilaration and nervousness when quickly realizing where this will surely lead. The thought has excited her for longer than she wishes to admit, but even now when the moment is surely to come, she finds herself anxious. It is one thing for him to lovingly finger her ass during lovemaking. It is a whole other beast for him to fuck her there.
A part of her worries that she is not ready, and perhaps she’s already taken on more than she can chew.
As though hearing her concerns, Solus lovingly rubs at her backside with tender hands. “Relax, my dear. This is all for your pleasure and yours alone.”
She feels his member tease at her soaked entrance, not her ass as she’d been expecting. It begins pushing dangerously slow to make certain she feels every ilm of him sinking inside her. It seems he is still working her up towards being taken in the ass, but she cannot complain as the pleasure of him inside her never ceases to make her moan with instantaneous delight. She has little to compare his member to, but he has always felt and looked well-endowed to her. Enough to fill her completely as a perfect match to her body.
Instead of beginning his lovemaking, Solus stills with his cock completely inside her. But that is when she remembers Hades before her, his hand now gently pushing her face up to look away from the sheets below.
Hades has taken off his underwear and gotten himself into his own position on his knees. He kneels on the bed before her with his hard cock mere ilms from her face. Her weary gaze meets his from below as her core and glyph heat up even further at this sudden implication, awaiting what she assumes is his sure command.
He smirks, lovingly pushing back the hair from her face with his other hand. “You wished to take us both, did you not? I see a waiting and able mouth of yours ready to suck my cock in earnest.”
And by all of creation, does Gemma wish to beg for it. “Please.”
Her mouth opens in excitement at the same time he pushes his member between her lips, allowing him to slowly sink further and further down her throat. As though on command, the two of them start pumping into her in practiced tandem. Solus in and out of her hot core while squeezing her ass and bruising the edges of her hips with needy fingers. Hades over and over with his rhythmic pumping against her mouth while caressing her face with loving hands.
It is beyond her comprehension how he could be controlling both of these bodies to near perfection, let alone with all the pleasure coming forth from him as well. For it is not just she moaning her delights with every slap of Solus’s cock inside her and each time Hades’s member pumps down her throat. She hears their tantalizing moans, too. As though he is also getting double the pleasure from this otherworldly situation they are participating in.
If anything, it only brings more hot desperation to every ilm of her body.
She finishes absurdly fast with a loud cry not long after Solus starts fingering her ass as well, but both Hades and Solus are also dangerously close to their climaxes. They push her to their limits with their relentless fucking of all her holes until Solus is the first to release inside of her. Shortly after, Hades spills his seed down her throat, bringing her such intense pleasure that she’s certain she’s only moments away from a third climax.
Gemma’s mortal body can only take so much, however. Her exhaustion from her climaxes causes her to collapse against the sheets, taking great pleasure in the feel of Solus’s arousal slowly starting to leak out of her core.
A hasty hand encircles her face, lifting her up from her weary state to look its owner straight in the eyes once more. Hades handles her gently but firmly, pulling her atop him against the bed so that she may straddle him.
“Not yet, my dear,” he murmurs with a hushed tone. He positions his still hard cock against her entrance again, pushing back inside the leakage of his seed. “You’re not allowed to lose a single drop of me. Not when we both must breed you so thoroughly.”
Her mind is on a high with Hades now inside her so soon after Solus was, pumping ever so slowly as she falls against his chest. As a means to impress him, she ensures he watches her lick the remaining drops of his arousal from her lips. Once she’s cleaned herself, he roughly grabs the back of her head to meet them together in a mess of sloppy kisses. All the while he continues to slowly rock inside her, guiding her hips against his with his other possessive hand.
Gemma nearly forgets Solus is even there until she feels another body mount above her from behind. A breathy moan escapes her lips after momentarily parting from Hades’s kiss when Solus’s cock starts teasing at her ass. That anxiety from before comes back with a small wave, something Hades feels in an instant with their soul bond.
“There is no need to worry,” he murmurs against her lips. His hands somehow become even more tender against her face and hip, soothing her with both his touch and words. “One word from you and I will stop.”
No…
No, it is the last she wishes for. It is the sudden fear of the unknown that had halted her. The fear that she was not enough to take this. But with Hades in her arms, within her soul, how could she ever have doubted herself?
With him, she is an unstoppable force. With him, she can reach every height, every dream she’s ever hoped to achieve. Every boundary to be pushed with him alone. Every challenge by his side. Every mote of love that exists in this universe is shared between their wayward souls.
There has never been anything to fear.
“Never,” she breathes, capturing his face within her shaky grasp. “Take me, Hades. Fully and thoroughly. I am yours, body and soul.”
Their souls flare together akin to a blossoming rose with her declaration. His hands grip possessively at her once more, eyes bursting akin to a golden flame ready to devour her.
“What a dangerous thing you are…” is all he says before hungrily kissing Gemma again.
Solus takes tender care to slowly press himself inside her ass, using the slick from her arousal to make it all the smoother for her. She groans with every ilm and digs her nails into Hades’s skin, unsure at all how to describe the feeling. Completely different from any sensation she’s ever felt, even when he’d only been fingering her before. The length and girth of his cock is nothing at all like his fingers, but the more he fills her alongside Hades’s own member inside her, the higher she feels she ascends to the heavens above.
His slow and meticulous movements eventually lead to both of their members completely filling each of her holes. It is a wonder she has not fainted from the ecstasy yet, but it seems that Hades is feeling similar sensations with his heavy breaths and moans the further he would sink inside her.
“By the star—this feels immaculate.” Hades speaks through Solus with trembling words, but he sounds just as elated as she feels. “You feel immaculate, Gemma.”
“P-Please…” Her voice is low and breathy, nearly incomprehensible. “Please… let me feel you both… make love to me.”
Both of them slowly rock in and out of her so that she may get used to the new sensations. There is no point for her to quiet any of her cries, at first feeling a tinge of pain from the bizarre feeling of being completely full. After only a few more gentle strokes, her moans quickly turn to insatiable pleasure as she becomes addicted to the overwhelming lovemaking. It is almost impossible to describe the sheer ecstasy she is going through, especially so when every sexual fantasy she’s ever dreamed of is being fulfilled at this very moment.
Hades ravishes her with lascivious kisses, dancing their tongues together between their gasps of pleasure. In her delirious state of mind, she can still scarcely sense how far he’s going to not lose control with her. His controlled possessiveness sends her soul and body aflame, wondering if it were possible for the glyph of his office to burn even hotter into her skin than it does right now.
Gemma whimpers her desires for them to finish deep inside her, sending their souls into a dance of fire and desperation. The sounds of their pleasure are louder than she’s ever heard before, only sending her further over the edge to the strongest finish of her life. Instead of coming quickly, it builds to a monumental level where she’s not certain she’ll even be able to comprehend. Her fears of passing out from pure pleasure are quelled when she rides her explosive orgasm unlike any of her others, crying without control over its undeniable intensity.
Not even a second later, Hades and Solus follow with their own loud moans of release. He’s never sounded so tantalizing before, gifting her the sound of his voice feeling every mote of pleasure he often times wishes to keep to himself to maintain control. But in this moment, it is every wish of hers granted to hear him so uncontrolled.
There is no single word to describe the aftercare of their lovemaking. So much hot white pleasure spills from both of her holes as they spoon her from both sides, cradling her against them in the sheets with exhaustion. It is bliss beyond comprehension.
“That was…” she whispers, but finds her sentence trailing off.
By the star. She can scarcely form words. Nothing can describe what she’s just experienced. She wonders if there’s even an Ancient word that can properly encompass all that she feels now.
“A gift for you and you alone,” Hades murmurs with a smirk. He kisses her forehead while continuing to stroke lithe fingers across her skin. Solus does the same from behind her in their sandwiched position. “You were breathtaking, my dear.”
“As are you,” Gemma says. “Nothing… nothing can describe how incredible that was. I do not think I will be able to thank you enough for that experience.”
“Nothing to thank me for. ‘Twas only exactly what you deserved for your special day. Happy nameday, Gem.” He kisses her lips again. “Now, you must surely be exhausted after all that exercise. Shall we sleep soon?”
Exhausted? Perhaps so. But ready to stop? Not at all. If anything, he’d created a crazed beast inside her from the possibilities he’s shown her tonight.
“But I am nowhere near done,” she breathes, gripping possessively at his chest and meeting his surprised gaze with her hungry one. “I want more.”