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Zagreus x Dusa (The House of Hades)

The halls of the House of Hades hummed with the usual quiet intensity, with torches flickering along the cold basalt walls. Dusa floated near the main corridor, her soft humming nearly lost beneath the faint echo of her feather duster brushing against a high corner where cobwebs had dared to settle despite her best efforts. She took pride in her work. Every smudge, every fleck of ash, was an affront to order. Her order.

But as she drifted near the edge of the lounge, her rhythm faltered. The air felt off. There was a thick tension in the air that made things seem stagnant and suffocating. She stilled, hovering just behind a crumbling statue that she couldn't help but lightly dust before going back to peering..

Zagreus was there.

He hadn't announced himself like usual, hadn't made a joke or offered his habitual greeting. He stood by the bar, his arms braced against the marble countertop and his head bowed low between his shoulders. His back was rigid, tense. The veins along his forearms stood out as his fingers curled into the stone, his knuckles paling from the pressure.

Dusa's snake-hair twitched, alert. She ducked slightly further behind the statue to fully conceal herself, uncertain whether she should be seeing this. But she couldn't help it. Something about the way he stood, not moving, barely even breathing, spiked her intrigue and curiosity.Zagreus x Dusa (The House of Hades) фото

She slowly floated upward, just a little, to get a better look without revealing herself. His face was partially turned, but the profile was enough. His jaw was clenched so tight she could almost hear his teeth grinding. Sweat dampened the strands of his inky hair, plastering it to the nape of his neck.

There was no blood, no signs of battle this time. Not physical, anyway. His armor was off and set aside on a bench. Forgotten. It wasn't his body that had been bruised tonight.

His lips moved, soundless. Just once. She thought she saw him mouth a name, maybe Nyx, maybe someone else, but it vanished before she could be sure. He rubbed at his face with the heel of one hand, the motion sharp and frustrated. His other hand curled again into a fist and slammed softly against the countertop. Not hard enough to break anything. Just hard enough to feel it.

Dusa's heart fluttered.

She knew Zagreus was strong and unyielding in ways that made her feel small and awestruck, but it was rare to see him like this. Quiet, frayed at the edges, unraveling inch by inch with no one watching. Or, at least, thinking no one was.

She hovered lower, her cleaning forgotten in her curiosity. Her snakes writhed, hissing in soft whispers anxiously amongst themselves.

She didn't speak. Didn't dare.

Not out of fear, but out of respect and

Instead, she simply floated nearby, returning to her cleaning in a slow, absent rhythm. She would cast glances every few moments toward the quiet storm taking shape across the room. A silent sentry to a prince burdened by battles she couldn't fight and thoughts she couldn't

However.. She had pretended to clean the same dusty urn for nearly ten minutes now, her movements mechanical, almost timid. The snakes in her hair had settled into a slow, uneasy sway, each little serpent flicking its tongue toward the Prince like it could also taste the tension radiating from him.

It wasn't just tiredness or ordinary irritation. She had seen Zagreus bloodied and limping while still cracking jokes before, she had seen him chuckle in the heart of tense situations yet this was different. This was the kind of silence that came after disappointment. The kind that followed doubt and annoyance rather than pain.

Dusa floated forward a few inches and paused. Then again, slower this time, barely breathing as she moved as if her breath would somehow irk Zagreus further. She hovered behind him, feeling the snake on her head tighten its grip on her feather duster, her voice still caught somewhere in her throat.

"Um... P-Prince Zagreus?" she said softly.

He didn't turn at first. Just let out a breath through his nose, slow and resigned.

"Hey, Dusa," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Didn't mean to scare you off with all this brooding." He lifted his hand and made a vague, tired gesture at himself. "Just... deep in thought."

Dusa floated a little closer, gathering courage from the way he didn't tell her to leave.

"You- you don't have to talk about it," she said quickly, her voice light but careful. "But... I noticed you seemed... overwhelmed. And, well, when I'm like that, sometimes cleaning doesn't help and sometimes it does, and sometimes I just need to talk, or sit, or.. um.. float and not talk, or... or have someone remind me that I'm not being silly for feeling things.."

Zagreus finally turned his head toward her, one brow lifted, eyes tired but focused.

She smiled, a smile that was small, nervous, but sincere.

"I know I'm not one of the gods, or a powerful hero, or anything really helpful," she added, cheeks beginning to glow green with blush, "but I-I'm good at listening. And if you want me to, I can... stay here with you for a while. Or maybe help you relax. I-I've read about a pressure point technique once! Though I've never tried it. Or I could make some calming tea! Or fetch a-"

"Dusa." Zagreus's voice was warm. That rare, soft warmth he only used when he meant something deeply.

She froze mid-sentence, her eyes wide as she stared up at him.

He gave her a tired smile, one that was lopsided yet genuine.

"Thank you," he said. "Really. But you don't have to stick around to make me feel better."

Her heart nearly dropped out of her non-existent body. She ducked her head in a flustered flutter but she couldn't help but feel a small pout form on her face. She wanted to comfort Zagreus, she wanted to help him release the tension he felt yet she wasn't sure how to return the favor to him. He had always been so genuine and caring and she wanted to be there for him when he needed her.

That's when the idea struck her like a lightning bolt.

It was obscene, absurd, inappropriate! She couldn't possibly.. but the thought of bringing Zagreus, the Prince, some kind of relief was a feeling that quickly began to overcome reason.

"Z-Zagreus.. Please, I insist! As a maid it is my job to make sure the house is in order, and that includes you." Dusa was unexpectedly pushy in her caring demands, her determination was blatant.

Zagreus chuckled. It was quiet, but real. The weight on his shoulders didn't lift completely, but it shifted, loosened. Zagreus sat on one of the cushioned lounges, his armor removed and replaced by a loose tunic that clung to the sweat staining his skin. His gaze was distant, lost somewhere deep beyond the realm of Tartarus, his eyes unfocused as one hand absently rolled a goblet between his fingers.

Dusa hovered nearby, silently at first, watching him from the edge of the room. She had never seen him so quiet for so long. Not the tired kind of quiet after a fight, but something heavier. Still, he didn't send her away. He hadn't even looked at her when she floated closer, tentative and gentle.

"Prince Zagreus," she said at last, barely above a whisper. "Please, allow me to ease your burdens."

He glanced down, eyes meeting hers. That small smile; soft, tired, but grateful, was her answer. Her confirmation that she was allowed to do what she planned without consequence.

Without asking, Dusa drifted closer, her movements uncharacteristically slow and assured. She set aside her feather duster and, after a brief, silent moment of uncertainty, gently settled herself beside his legs. Then, more daringly, she let herself lay her head carefully across his lap. She had a nervous smile, her eyes moving to gaze at the zipper of Zagreus' pants as the metal seemed to shine in her direction.

Zagreus froze. Not in discomfort, but genuine surprise. His hand instinctively stopped rolling the goblet and hovered awkwardly above her for a moment, visibly unsure.

She looked up slowly and her eyes met his own that were wide and full of vulnerability and a surprising calm as he relaxed at her presence.

His fingers brushed lightly over her hair, or rather, her snakes, who twitched and curled around his hand in delicate, curious motions. None of them hissed. None of them recoiled.

Dusa let out a slow breath, narrowing as she rested more fully against him. The weight of her was barely noticeable, but the warmth she radiated was tangible. Her cheek pressed to his thigh, her head turned slightly as if she wanted to hide, but couldn't quite bring herself to.

"You're always doing so much," she said softly, staring up at him. "Fighting. Running. Hurting. And still finding time to be kind to... to someone like me. I want to repay the favor."

Zagreus smiled, genuinely this time as his grin reached his eyes. He let his hand settle gently atop her head, stroking once down the curve of her cheek, his fingers brushing the line of her jaw. They moved to softly press against her plump lips, feeling her jolt underneath his fingertips.

"You're not 'someone like you,' Dusa," he said, his voice low and warm with a hint of something like affection. "You're you. And that's something I need more than you know."

Her eyes widened just slightly, her cheeks blooming with a faint green flush, but she didn't pull away. Not this time. She drew in a deep breath, pushing forward as the hand on her face melted away and dropped to the side. She swore to herself that she wouldn't let her shy nature get the best of her, she silently promised she alone would help the man she held so dear.

She felt her lips press against a metallic zipper, the taste of silver starting to slightly linger on her tongue as she guided her teeth to bite down onto the metal. With a soft click, she wrapped herself around the zip and tilted her head in tugging motions as she started forcing it downward. Her eyes peered up toward Zagreus as she felt the force of the zipper reaching its end, noticing the anticipating glare in his eyes. She let out a low gulp, licking the metal off of her lips as she stared at the exposure of Zagreus's underwear.

She felt a lump of nervousness push down her throat with an uncertain gulp as she finally tore away the layers hiding what Zagreus kept underneath his clothes. Dusa felt her eyes draw to the alluring manhood that pressed against her cheek, a small shiver running through her as she felt a large, thick vein throb against her. A comforting sense of warmth radiated from Zagreus' girth, it filled her senses with a tingling addiction and desire.

Finally parting her soft, plump lips she paused to briefly glance at Zagreus. She almost expected horror, disgust. But their eyes met and he gave a small, assuring nod which emboldened her to finally move to wrap her lips around the succulent sweetness of Zagreus' cock. Dusa leaned in slightly. Then, in one smooth, careful motion, she wrapped her lips around the top of his tip. Her mouth closed around it gently, and she drew in the warming sweetness with a slow, experimental pull.

Each soft suckle and movement was slow, deliberate, a clear attempt at entirely swallowing Zagreus whole as her lips pursed against his pulsing shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew Zagreus in further, the snakes on her head curling slightly with each suckling taste. Her widened, innocently caring eyes began to lid as Zagreus filled her mouth. Every inch of her mouth already felt full, utterly consumed by the heat spreading to her tongue and the skin of her mouth.

Small, involuntary hums vibrated through her throat as the shock of cold made her eyes flutter to a close. Just briefly, She pulled back with a quiet pop, her tongue darting out to catch a drip of saliva tracing its way along her bottom lip. Her snake hair twitched in response, curling curiously as she watched a thin trickle of precum from Zagreus's tip that had begun to slide down the length of his shaft. It glistened in the torchlight as it slipped down toward her. Dusa blinked down at it and before it could run any farther, she leaned in. Slowly, carefully, she let her tongue slip out to catch the drop.

She paused, blinking, dazed for just a moment. She drew in a deep breath, a small smile almost curling to her reddening lips. Then she leaned in again, more confidence brimming from her this time as she took Zagreus' dick deeper into her mouth. Her actions were fast yet focused, her tongue gliding smoothly along the surface as her cheeks thickened from the larger object taking up the majority of her mouth. The addictingly sweet flavor coated her tongue, a soft and satisfied hum pulling through her throat as softly as she lost herself in the pleasurable sensation.

Zagreus watched silently, the muscles in his jaw tensing just a little. Although each muscle initially felt tight from unending stress, he felt the slow reprieve of irritation as Dasa kept herself perched between his legs. The gentle press of her lips against the sensitive tip of his dick and the melting mellow of his erection pushing further down her tight throat was enough to make him twitch underneath her with soft, raspy and pleasured grunts.

The sight of Dusa licking the liquid from the shaft of his dick, her lips glistening with each pass of her tongue.. It was enough to drive a man mad. He felt his posture shift. His back straightened, his chest tightening with something quiet and rising as feelings of relaxation and pleasure became caught underneath his ribs. The snakes on her head slithered softly, temptingly curling around his free hand as if to arouse and tempt him further.

There was nothing rehearsed in her movements. No self-conscious seduction. Just Dusa, unguarded and lost in a rare moment of indulgence. She was helplessly aiding him, her eyes fluttering shut once more as the heat of his member shocked her tongue. She pulled it into her mouth again with such aching slowness, her lips wrapping around the treat with an innocence that somehow made the air feel heavier. Charged.

Zagreus swallowed, hard.

Zagreus exhaled slowly, his shoulders loosening as the heat crept further up his neck. His body had gone relaxed in an unfamiliar dangerous way and he felt consumed by a tension that wasn't stiffness, but molten. His muscles unwound, his jaw slackening just slightly, yet his eyes never left her. He could feel a rising fire roar in his lower half,

Slowly, reluctantly, she began to pull his dick back, the syrupy drip clinging to the glossy surface of her tongue. It coated the area of her mouth and throat, leaving behind scarce thick gooping droplets that slowly tipped down her raw throat.

But just as she withdrew Zagreus' dick from her mouth, a small gasp escaped from her lips as she felt a small spray of stubborn droplets escaping the end of Zagreus. It caught a stray curl of her snake-hair, dousing her in a small portion of thick, sticky cum that clung to her skin. It traced a delicate line from the corner of her mouth down to her chin, catching the soft curve of her cheek. The liquid glistened there like a tiny jewel, shimmering with the light of the thick and husky ambience around them.

When Dusa looked up again, a faint blush dusted her cheeks. The snakes taking residence on her head began coiling tighter around her head in a silent, flustered chorus. She could only feel her face take on a darker emerald hue as she noticed the soft emotion behind Zagreus' eyes as he gazed down at her. His vision was not entirely filled with lust, but with something more. His expression was soft, but his eyes burned with something unspoken. Unable to wipe the semen from her face, she drew in a shaky and embarrassed breath as she licked any reachable droplets off of her lips with a greedy fervour.

Zagreus closed the distance between them slowly. His crimson gaze never strayed from Dusa's face. His hand rose, open-palmed with his fingers outstretched to reach her. He didn't touch her at first, he soaked in the sight of her perched so peacefully in his lap as he waited with hovering fingers. He truly drank in the sight of her; the faint trail of sticky juice clinging to the soft curve of her jaw, the glistening specks caught in stray locks of her serpent hair. His breath caught in his throat. Low, steady, but no less shaken.

She was a mess.

An adorable, radiant, utterly addicting mess.

Zagreus's thumb finally moved to her, brushing gently beneath the line of her cheek. His load left a faint stickiness behind, but she didn't seem to mind the uncomfortable sensations as it clung to her. He wiped in slow, measured motions, his touch warm and certain as he followed the trail down the side of her face. He dusted the liquid away softly and smoothly, gathering any trace of their activities onto his fingers to clean her thoroughly.

Dusa let out the tiniest breath, one that was soft and trembling as it stilled in the air. Her snakes coiled in gentle confusion, unsure whether to squirm or melt at the heartfelt contact between herself and Prince Zagreus. She was helpless between his legs, unable to bring herself to float out from between them as he held her so delicately.

When his thumb reached the corner of her mouth, he paused. Her lips parted, her husked and warm breath brushing against his skin. The juice there was thicker, pooled in the curve of her smile. He swept it away with a practiced tenderness, the pad of his thumb barely grazing the delicate skin as he felt his heart thud heavily under the security of his chest.

She blinked up at him, her face aflame from gratitude and embarrassment. "Y-you didn't have to do that," she whispered, her voice soft and brittle as if smoothed.

"I wanted to," he murmured, his voice low and husky, like a hot lullaby smoldering in his throat. "Can't have you walking around covered in my mess like that and not do something about it." The air between them tightened again as a silence followed, like a thread wound taut. Zagreus lowered his hand.

She looked down for a moment, visibly trying to gather herself, cheeks puffing with the effort of holding in a squeak. Then, with a hesitant breath and a determined blink she looked back up. Her eyes were bright, nervous, but steady as she lifted herself off of his lap to float ahead of him. Their eyes met at an equal height, an equal gaze as the snakes on Dusa's head hissed with affection.

"If... if you're ever feeling stressed again," she said quietly, the words slipping out as though they'd been building behind her lips for days, "you can always come to me. I-I mean, I'm happy to provide it.. in any way you need, Prince Zagreus-!"

Her voice caught. Her snakes spiraled wildly from the humiliation as she desperately tried to hide the desire in her request. Although she wished the world beneath her would swallow her whole to spare her from the unease she felt, she remained.

Zagreus blinked, taken slightly aback though not by what she'd said, but by the courage it took for her to say it. However, there was a pause. Not an awkward or uncomfortable pause, but one of deep consideration. One of weight. His expression shifted, his face forming into something softer now, his eyes growing warmer and gentler as if he was touched with something like awe.

"Dusa," he said slowly, his voice dipping into that deep, grounded tone that only appeared when he meant every syllable, "that means more than you know."

She gave a small, crooked smile, fidgeting midair. "I just... I know what it's like. To feel like you're always carrying something alone. And I don't want you to... have to."

He didn't answer right away. He didn't need to.

Zagreus held her gaze for a mere moment longer, then he gave her the faintest nod. One that was slow, reverent, and acknowledging.

He would remember this.

Not just the offer, the things they had done together, the way she faced her nerves to accommodate his every whim or the sight of her full cheeks as she swallowed the entirety of his manhood down to the base.

 

He would remember the way she made him feel seen.

Yet, time moved on.

Time moved as it always did in the House of Hades. Slowly, heavily, like a tide that never changed but still managed to erode the soul.

Zagreus returned to his duties. To the endless cycle of death and rebirth, battle and return. The bloodstained corridors of Tartarus greeted him like an old adversary. The court was still cold, its stone halls echoing with the sound of footfalls, arguments, Gods bickering and scheming in immortal loops. It was tiresome, he couldn't help but grow exhausted from it all.

He saw Dusa, of course. He always did. Floating through the halls with her feather duster, awkwardly scribbling into her checklist with nervous dedication, her snakes darting about as if each chore were a matter of life and death. She nodded to him sometimes in the briefest moments of calm and casualty. Shy, warm, quick, and he smiled back. Though he never stopped for long enough.

He couldn't.

There was too much to do. Too much to endure.

And as the days passed, that one moment, her offer, so quiet and brave, began to echo louder in his mind. It scratched at the curiosity in his soul, the strengthening desire to just approach her and take her up on her offer with every small ounce of increasing stress and struggle.

'You can always come to me'

He remembered the glow in her cheeks, the way her eyes barely held his own without flinching. The softness of her voice, the gentleness in her touch, something that was so rare in this world of war and steel.

At first, it had been a comfort to recall. A balm, like a cool breeze brushing over the back of his neck during an endless trial. But over time, the memory began to dig deeper. Scratch harder.

The stress began to build again, subtly at first. A failed escape, a snide comment, a missed chance to speak with Nyx. Then a fight, tense and sharp-edged, words being flung like deathly daggers. A rough awakening in the House infirmary, his body bruised and his pride bleeding. The unending, gnawing pressure of expectation clasped around his lungs and forced the air out of his breath.

And still, he endured.

Until something finally cracked.

Suddenly he couldn't breathe through his stress and struggle. His chest was tight, his fingers curling into fists, his jaw clenching with unspoken rage and panic. The stone walls seemed to press in, colder than before, drowning him.

The memory surged back.

He could almost feel her then. The lightness of her hovering near, the faint scent of cleanliness that always clung to her and the way her eyes had looked up at him like he was more than his role. More than his struggle. Just Zagreus.

His pulse thundered in his ears.

He left the room without a word.

Wandering blindly through the corridors, his footsteps pounded with a heavy restlessness like a beast pacing its cage. Each passing servant blurred into a smear of color and noise. Each familiar hallway rang hollow.

He turned the corner and there she was.

Dusa.

Small and bright and full of care, halfway through dusting a crumbling column, mumbling a tune to herself under her breath.

She looked up as he approached, startled at first only to smile. A smile that was gentle, unsure.

"Zag- Lord Zagreus! I- do you need something?" She asked with a sweet curiosity.

He didn't answer right away.

He couldn't.

His eyes drank her in like a man dying of thirst. Not in hunger, but in primal and starving need. His voice was low when it finally emerged, cracked and rough around the edges as he stepped closer to her.

"I... I need what you offered me," he said, barely above a whisper. "I didn't know how badly I needed it. Until now."

Her eyes widened. Her snakes still. All she could muster was a slow nod.

With a slam Dusa felt the back of her head press against a headboard in the privacy of Prince Zagreus' exclusive bed quarters. A room she had barely dared to enter, not even to clean it, as she worried that she would somehow cross some unspoken boundary. The fine line between professionalism and a casual relationship had been long crossed and Dusa could only hopelessly melt as she leaned into the silken covers of Zagreus' bed.

"Open your mouth, now." Zagreus spoke with a low and blood-thirsty growl, barely even bothering to hide his desire as his hands lowered to fumble with the belt tied around his waist.

In several swift motions, Zagreus discarded his clothes and his morality and sense as he held his throbbing tool in one hand. It pulsed and ached with an unbearable anticipation, hardening at the sight of Dusa's reluctant confusion from how he rushed her compared to their last encounter. Usually he would spare her much more patience but frankly he was desperate to use her in the way she had promised to lessen the pressure that squeezed his shoulders.

It loomed over Dusa and her flushed cheeks, her lips parting without delay from the intimidation and rush of Zagreus's command. In a singular long push, she felt her throat tighten around his cock as it slid down her throat. The first few inches slide past her lips with relative ease, but she can feel the thickness and bulk of Zagreus' erection as she begins to struggle to take more into her mouth. The sensation is both satisfying yet daunting, a sense of lingering discomfort catching into her throat as she feels her eyes widen from the struggle.

One of Zagreus' hands pressed onto her jaw, tipping her head backwards with genuine gentleness and care only to use his fingers to pull her jaw open further. With a harsh slam, his hips pushed closer to her as he forced the entirety of his member down her throat. Her gullet greedily wrapped around him like a blanket of security, a large lump forming below her larynx. He felt himself bulge more harshly inside of her as she struggled to gasp through the large bulkiness of his tool.

Despite the struggle, Dusa didn't let up, determined to take it all in until she reached her limit. The sight of her strained expression, her glistening eyes watering and beautiful face flushed filled Zagreus with a thrill that caused a low grunt to rumble in his throat. Zagreus watched her closely, the control he had in this moment only serving to fuel his own arousal and comfort. The comforting heat of her throat and the sloppy coating of saliva that soaked itself around his member made him feel like he was melting inside of her.

He let out husky and primal pants, watching cold and salted tears drip down Dusa's dusting cheeks as her eyes fluttered to a close. His hands wrapped themselves into her hair, becoming entangled with serpents that weakly hissed and cooed upon coming in contact with his flesh. He gripped onto them with a secure firmness, feeling Dusa weakly groan and gasp underneath him. He didn't have any hesitation to spare, though he knew better than to completely tear her apart.

He threw caution to the wind, knowing that Dusa could endure this at the very least. Finally letting out a shaky sigh, he spoke with a low rumble as he told Dusa that he was only getting started and she would stay to satisfy his very last demand as a dutiful maid should. Without hesitating any further he tightened the hold he had on her head, pulling his hips back only to harshly slam them back toward her. With harsh slaps his body continued to crash into her, his dick pushing further down her throat as he watched her swallow him down to his base only for him to tear away in a painfully impatient slow drag. Giving her just a moment to catch her breath, he wouldn't slow his pace as he returned to forcing the entirety of himself past her lips once more.

Over and over again, he tore into her throat and clutched the loose strands on her head surrounded by weak snakes.. Their bodies collided, the bed underneath them creaking with an unending intensity. The atmosphere around them was hot and thick with an unending stream of weak groans, flushed faces and two individuals seething with desire. The friction of their skin pushing together created a shared burning fire between them, setting them ablaze with a passion and desire that would be impossible to replicate. Dusa was hopelessly happy to serve Prince Zagreus, beyond willing to obey any command even if it meant feeling her voice croak and grumble with each harsh ram.

Slicked in a glowing sweat, Zagreus tore one of his hands off of Dusa's head to pull at the locks of hair on his own head. He used an open palm to collect the droplets of sweet sweat on his forehead, brushing it into his hair. He glared down at her with an expression that was more than lust. More than desire. It was a pure, genuine and raw need. Need above anything else. Biting down on the bottom of his lip, his voice rasped and lulled as a bittersweet curse slipped past his lips.

Dusa panted as Zagreus' royal seed tipped down her throat, a thick downpour of suffocating sweetness that almost seemed to drown her. With one tug he tore himself past her lips, a soft wince pulling from her throat as she was left to lie amongst comfortable pillows. The snakes on her head almost seemed to dance in a dizzying array as she felt her head spin as she came down from the intensity of what herself and Zagreus had done together. Her eyes were still blurred with tears that hadn't yet dried and she weakly looked up at Zagreus and the relieved smile that sought its way onto his face. Dusa truly takes pride in her work.

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