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My Queen's first month back mostly consisted of performing our duties as the rulers of the Underworld. When we were given the time together, Philos and I continued our lovemaking in the bedchamber. We would ravish each other's lips, each other's bodies, mind soul and sexualities in lust-drenched evenings and mornings.

"Oh Gods," Philos lay panting against my sweaty, bare chest. "Oh Hades...I love you..."

I chuckled and wrapped the smaller fur into my arms, kissing him.

"I love you too, Philos." Licking his cheek of sweat and some of my seed, I sent shiver up his wine-furred body by caressing his back and fondling his tail. "I swear by peak of Mount Olympus, you are as magnificent as the day I first saw you."

"And you," Philos giggled, touching stag his nose to mine, "are as handsome as the evening I agreed to marry you all those years ago. My husband...my king."

Truth be told, I originally believed Philos to have been a true female. As I mournfully stewed in my loneliness, watching the mortal world through my mirror, a miraculous sight came before me. Picking and gathering flowers in the luscious gardens of her mother stood a happy doe in a white dress. I'd been intrigued at first, following the maiden until she arrived at a hidden stream. When she stripped to bathe though, I learned it was no maiden.

Beneath that white dress was the most beautiful lad in this old god's eyes. The way he laughed and splashed in that stream, letting water drip down his lithe fur, delicate stomach and limp sexuality until it returned to the gentle stream. That was when I knew he needed to be mine. It did not matter if he were crossdressing as a boy or a girl. This soul ignited a deep, hidden passion in me no mortal or god had ever done before.

I carried Philos from our chambers into the bath down the hall. A servant then carried our clothes away, the steam dancing around us as we slowly relaxed into the warm waters, my arm draped over his shoulders. He simply lay against my left chest for some time, nuzzling into the sweaty fur like it were the sweetest of scents, wrapping an arm around my muscular torso, until the red deer lifted his head to stare into my tired eyes.

"Are you becoming sleepy, old jackal?" he asked, sticking a tongue out in jest.

In a baritone growl, I yawned, "Never. Not until later tonight, youthful deer."

We proceeded to clean each other a minute or two later. I spent careful time running my clawed fingers down the lad's thighs underwater, occasionally tugging or fondling his soft member, while Philos used extra care as he washed my biceps and back. And after he washed away the dried seed from my silky fur, I especially made sure to have his rump even cleaner for tonight's next lovemaking ritual.

Suddenly, Philos splashed water at me and I returned the favor in kind. Yes, I was fully aware how childish and immature this could be to an outsider, but I did not care. My husband was now in my arms once again, and we had half a year together without care. So, I splashed back and then grabbed the stag, pulling him with me underwater as I gripped the lad's antlers and kissed him for air beneath the surface.

"We must not dawdle too long," he squeaked when we resurfaced.

"Let us dawdle for as long as we desire..." I cupped my handsome Queen's right cheek and lavishly pulled him close to my body. "It has been too long since we have had fun."

We exited the bath an hour after cleaning ourselves all over again, and spent some time walking through the illustrious gardens outside the palace walls. The entire time, he and I walked together paw-and-paw, the red deer fully marveling at the surrounding beauty. From the exquisite pottery to the glowing flowers of every Earthly variety, the soul I had employed to tend them once lived as the gardener of King Midas of Phrygia.

"Kipourós has been busy during my time away," Philos commented, glancing up to the vine-covered pillars lined along the coming pathway. "It was wise of you to hire him as our gardener, Hades. His dedication always reminds me of home..."

When he stepped forward to pluck a red carnation from the warm ground, I helped the red deer place it right behind his antler.

"I will be sure to reward him for it," I spoke, "but there is more to show."

Before he could ask me any further questions, he followed me further down the path to a large courtyard with a pool of violet lilies surrounding a large ivy-laden gazebo made of purely mined marble. Nine decorative statues (all of them the Nine Muses of the Arts) held up the crystalline roof protecting its occupants from water that dripped from the stalactites above.

However, the newest additions were the other statues in the courtyard. All of them, I explained to Philos, were melted down from the countless drachma Charon had accumulated for me over the eons.

"Oooh, I remember hearing about him," he pointed down the path to a nearby statue depicting two naked, happy male canines, one of whom was throwing a discus. "Such a pity what happened to Hyacinthus...and poor Apollo. He can never maintain a relationship with mortals without tragedy."

"I thought it would be nice to have this memory engraved," I explained, observing how marveled my husband was right in this moment. "During your time with Demeter, Hermes told me about Apollo's romantic endeavors with the Spartan Prince. They enjoyed tossing a discus together when they did not make atop the blades of grass in the fields. Unfortunate that Zephyrus had grown so jealous."

"It is..." After a moment of thought, Philos pulled the carnation from his antler and placed it at the feet of Hyacinthus' footpaws. "He has become such a beautiful flower though."

"He has," I turned to him and wondered, "What landscape would you best be if you were a mortal and fell to jealous tragedy, Philos? What would you have liked me to transform you into?"

"Hm," the red deer thought bemusedly over the idea. "A rose, maybe?"

My tail swished. "What color, my Queen?"

"Let's see...pink represents the hope for perfect happiness, and coral is that of mania...but peach is that of ludus. Red represents the deep eros one holds towards another...Oh Gods of Olympus, there are so many to choose from..."

My ears perked up. "What of lavender?"

Philos gasped and laughed. "Love at first sight. Perfect!"

We kissed once more before I gave a tour of the rest of the statues sculpted for this garden. Each of them portrayed either us or another figure that I felt would have been worthy of being in this very garth of the underworld. One statue was of my nephew Heracles completing his First Labor, killing the Nemean Lion who pillaged and devoured everything in sight, while another was of Perseus holding the severed head of Medusa the Gordon. Other sculptures included the Twelve Olympians, a few known heroes and individuals I held respect for, and even a statue of the ever-handsome jaguar named Adonis.

We eventually toured to a stone relief of us carved into the granite grotto, the first gift of this garden I ever gave to Philos when we married. The sight of it alone made us suddenly start debate what our first date technically was. I claimed it was the first day of his time in Hades. He claimed it was the first change of the season when we reunited.

Neither of us could convince the other, but it did not matter in the end.