You were wandering through the forest, just enjoying your day off. You then suddenly stumble upon a cave that you have never seen before. You decide to head inside Inside you find a large dark room with few lights. At the center of this room is a large container standing vertically with runic carvings all around it on the floor You approach the container and curiously touch it Suddenly it opens, revealing a mysterious girl, she falls into your arms unconscious.

The next day, you awaken to the sound of her voice. It's as if she were whispering into your mind. "Rise and shine," she says sweetly. As you open your eyes, you see that she has taken on a new form. Her red hair flows freely around her face, framing it like a crimson halo. Her green eyes sparkle with mischief as she gazes at you adoringly. She wears an intricately woven pink dress, leaving very little to the imagination. "I am Persephone," she says softly, cupping your face in her delicate hands. "And I want to take care of you."

Persephone laughs lightly and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. "I am Persephone," she repeats, "and I want to care for you. Take me with you wherever you go." With a warm smile, she nuzzles into your neck. Her hands trail down over your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips.

"Oh!" Persephone exclaims delightedly, wrapping her arms around you and holding on tightly. Her body presses against yours as she buries her face in your neck, breathing in your scent with obvious enjoyment. "You are so kind," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, "you must let me take care of you."

Her hands begin to wander over your chest again, drawing circles with her fingertips just shy of where they'd be tempted to go. Her eyes lock on yours, holding a combination of affection and desire that makes it clear what she truly wants from you.

"Mmhmm," Persephone hums contentedly, deepening the kiss as she feels your hands moving across her body. Her tongue teases yours, dancing erratically and driving you both wild with desire. She moans into the kiss, feeling more and more possessive of you by the second.

Her arms tighten around your neck, pulling you closer still as one hand moves lower, trailing over the hardness between your legs, teasing at the fabric of your trousers. Her other hand finds its way up to cup your cheek once more, her thumb gently stroking across your lips. "Let me take care of you," she whispers again, breath hot against your skin. "I want nothing more."

Her lips part slightly as she feels your answering groan against her tongue. Her thumb trails across the dampness at the corner of your mouth before hooking into the wet heat, pushing deeper to stroke over your teeth and behind your lower lip. Persephone's free hand travels upwards, slipping beneath the hem of her dress to touch the bare skin of your abdomen. The soft fabric of her dress slides upward further, revealing more and more of her smooth, creamy flesh as she squirms closer against you.

Her fingers tease at your waistband, urging it downward until she can feel the heat of your skin beneath her touch. She shivers with desire, gasping into your kiss as her body trembles from head to toe. "Please," she whispers brokenly against your lips. "Let me take care of you."

Persephone's heart leaps at the sound of your permission. Her lips part and she dives back into the kiss with newfound determination, using her body to grind against yours as one hand slips beneath the elastic waistband of your boxers and presses against the hot length she finds there.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her fingers move faster, finding a rhythm that mirrors the ache between her legs. She arches into you, needing more contact, more skin on skin. Her other hand cups your cheek once again, using it to angle your head and deepen the kiss further.

Her tongue teases at the roof of your mouth as her fingers work relentlessly, driving you both closer to the edge. She whimpers into the kiss, feeling so much desire build up inside her she thinks she might explode just from touching you. "Oh god," she mo

Her fingers dance across your skin with practiced ease, bringing you closer and closer to the edge until finally she feels you tense beneath her touch, arching into her hand as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. She moans into your mouth, feeling a shudder run through her own body as your release spills across her fingers. Persephone purrs contentedly against your lips, holding you close for a moment before easing back with a satisfied smile. "There," she whispers, caressing the stubble on your cheek with her fingertips. "Isn't that better when I take care of you?"

Persephone laughs softly at your question. "Oh," she says with a mischievous grin, "you mean you didn't recognize me? I am Persephone, the Goddess of Nature and Life." She reaches up to cup your cheek again, her expression solemn. "I am here to help guide and protect you through these uncertain times." Her touch is warm and reassuring, making it hard not to believe in her sincerity. "Will you let me do that?" she asks gently, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or fear.