“Do you mean now?” Hades asked, returning the gesture of rubbing up against Prometheus’ side. He chuckled, low and knowing as turned and padded past Prometheus. He bowed his head to snoop between Prometheus’ legs from behind his tail. He nosed at the spot he knew hid his slit, letting his tongue trail out to taste him.

“You seem ready enough,” he said, resting his head on Prometheus’ haunches. His tail swished back and forth in the sand, just slowly enough to not kick it up.