Page 25 of Hephaestus
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When I came to the following morning, I quickly gathered myself together. I realized I had passed out while doing my best to keep an eye on Hephaestus for as much of the remainder of the night as possible. Much to my relief, he was still sound asleep in the bed next to me, the sheets still wrapped up over his chest.
I let out a deep sigh, glad to see he didn’t wake up in the middle of the night and sneak out without me knowing. He was here, safe and sound, and I intended to keep him that way until this whole debacle with Hera was resolved.
Every few minutes Hephaestus would stir, toss, and turn over. I couldn’t help but find myself giggling over how distressed of a sleeper he was. It’s not that I enjoyed him suffering in his slumber, but it was those small quirks I was beginning to learn about him that thrilled me to no end, including this one.
But during one of his episodes, where he flipped over on his side, facing me, his fiery eyes finally opened, gazing into mine with wonder. Almost instantly, he shot out of the bed.
“Hestio?” he questioned with great alarm in his voice.
As he scanned the room, recognizing where he was, he glanced back at me. “How did I get here?”
“I brought you here,” I replied.
“But what happened? I vaguely remember seeing you outside Dionysus’s palace, and then the next minute everything was a blur.”
“I put a spell on you, to make you fall asleep,” I hesitantly revealed. “You had consumed too much of Dionysus’s wine and were not thinking clearly. Before you made any major mistake, I found it in your best interest to just knock you out cold and bring you here to my palace, out of harm’s way.”
“Why do you even care?” he questioned in an accusatory tone. “The last time we met, you made it perfectly clear that you did not share such feelings.”
I shook my head. “I made a mistake, Hephaestus,” I confessed, scooting closer to him in the bed, whilst affectionately placing my hand to the hump beneath the red satin sheets, formed by his knee. “Look, ever since you ran off, out of my palace, I could not stop thinking about you. Every second since, I wished I could take everything back that I did. I should not have pushed you away when my heart was pulling you to stay all along.”
He sat motionless, just staring at me with a look of longingness, causing me to continue to provide more of an explanation to him with the reasoning behind my intent on bringing him here. “I had every intention of searching for you, days after your departure. For every day that passed that I did not see you, I felt worse and worse on the inside. But word then spread about your return to Mount Olympus and that you bound Hera to a golden throne you gifted her with. Once I heard about what you had done to her, I set out to find you right away, worried about what could happen to you for your transgression…”
Before I could get another word in, Hephaestus was leaning forward, tilting his neck as he pressed his lips against mine to shush me. I was taken aback by his abrasiveness at first, but then loosened up and returned to kissing him in return, this time not shying away.
To further show my commitment to this action, I pressed my body into his, so that he fell back into the bed. His head rested against the pillow while I hovered over him, our lips still locked in a heated embrace.
My body began to change. The flames within me were ablaze, matching Hephaestus’s and the passion that now existed between us. It was nothing like anything I had ever experienced before. Acting on my feelings for him felt so right. For now, all my values and beliefs regarding chastity were a thing of the past. I wanted Hephaestus, and I wanted him badly. I wanted to give everything to him: my heart, my mind, my body, and now, my virginity.
His lips were not as soft as mine, but that was what was so exhilarating about it. Every aspect of his physicality that was polarizing to mine became all the more noticeable and detailed to me.
I could feel his thick hands reach to hold my back, pulling me into him, as our tongues now met, colliding and intertwining, practically getting tangled together. But my tunic was preventing his wide, callus-covered palms from accessing all of my body.
The separation of our skin prompted me to reach to unstrap the string on my garb. Once it was dangling, Hephaestus reached to throw it off me, letting my sage tunic disappear into the sheets before he returned to gripping my smooth, bare, exposed body. His hands traced along nearly every surface of my skin, letting his sense of touch quench its thirst.
“My gods…” was all he uttered in between our kisses to catch his breath.
All I could do was smirk and stare directly into his intense, burning eyes that were admiring mine in an equal manner.
Before I could even rationalize what I was thinking, I found myself pulling the sheets off of Hephaestus along with the cloths that draped over his manhood. It revealed a magnificent, stiffened girth that I could not help but grasp and clench my fingers around, stroking it slowly at first, before heightening the pace soon after. I was able to gather that my momentum equally heightened Hephaestus’s pleasure based on the satisfying moans that escaped from him.
But his moans were not enough for me. I felt the urge to want to satiate him even more. Following my own instinct, I bent over, placing my mouth over his erect cock, sucking on it.
“Hestio… Mmmmm,” Hephaestus groaned with exhilaration, providing me the approval I needed to know that my actions were pleasing him. So, I continued the motion, bobbing my head up and down on his massive shaft, trying to let my mouth cater to the entire length of it.
After several minutes of serving him, I felt his hands lift to pull my head up from his girth. He adjusted himself and then flipped me over so that we were now in opposite positions. The back of my head rested against the pillow, staring up into those magnificent eyes of his. The thoughts in my mind were swarming in every which direction with so much anticipation. I only imagined what he could possibly do next to build upon the ecstasy we were already experiencing.
Evidently, he proved me wrong. There was so much euphoria I had yet to feel that he would lead me towards. The strength he used to swiftly grip my ankles and throw my legs into the air and over his shoulders sent chills up my spine, managing to overcome the permanent heat that existed inside me.
I had no clue as to what he was doing, but somehow, I found my mind and my body trusting his every move. It wasn’t until just seconds later I could feel the tip of his cock press against my crease, now curious about the idea of him inserting it inside me. But I did not have any time to process it, for he plunged right into me.
“Ughhh!” I whimpered loudly, letting out the most thrilling shriek I had ever made in my entire life.
It was the confirmation Hephaestus needed to proceed to thrust himself in and out of me with a steady rhythm. My fingers curled around the sheets, gripping them with an irresistible pleasure.
Was this what sex was all about?
