Aphrodite's Flame

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The following days I watch my husband sweating in his workshop. We argued and I tried to reason with him, but I got nothing. He's dead set on making the chains that hold the Minotaur and he's going to bring him to the heart of the labyrinth. And while Hephaestus is there, Adonis will come back and I'll have to leave my husband behind. I can't believe we've only been together for such a short amount of time. Eight months is like a minute. And yet it is the time I felt the most alive.

'Could you please stop looking at me like you could devour me? I can't concentrate.' Agitated, Hephaestus throws down his fire poker and turns around. I get up from my seat and walk around the table to pull myself up on it. I slowly open my legs while I maintain eye contact.

'Come on,' I say. 'It's time for a break, anyway.' Hesitantly he looks at me. It's not been an hour since our last discussion. My hand wanders over my inner thigh, toward my hurting need.

'Are you going to watch or participate?' I say, as my fingers disappear between the folds of my clothing. I close my eyes as I start rubbing my clit and I part my lips slightly. They never make me beg, but then again, Hephaestus isn't like them.

With three strides he is with me and grabs my hair, gathering it in a ponytail. He pulls my head back and kisses my exposed neck.

'Not an easy question,' he growls, 'I love watching you.' I smile at him and intertwine my fingers behind his head.

'And I love to be fucked by you.' His hands move down and he pulls me closer to him, so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He then lifts me from the table and walks me out if his workshop and into his home under the mountain.

There, he pushes me up against the wall and gathers the skirt of my dress. I wrap my legs tightly around him and he bites my lower lip, gently tugging it.

'You're really wet for me,' he murmurs while exploring me with his fingers, placing kiss after kiss down my neck to my breasts. He lowers me onto his cock and I moan his name, grabbing fistfuls of his short hair. It won't take long before my first orgasm hits. He looks up at me with darkened eyes and moves his hand up to my throat. He holds me in place while I ride him.

'Cum for me,' he orders. He thrusts hard and deep inside me and panting I obey him, pulling him closer to me and smashing my mouth onto his. I can feel the whole of his length throbbing inside me, and I have a sweet preference for his taste. 

Still breathing erraticly I open my eyes and look at him. We both begin to laugh and I put my feet on the floor. I really had an itch that needed scratching, but I'm nowhere near done yet.

'I need a bath,' I say, pushing my hair out of my face. I take two steps before dropping my disheveled dress on the tiled floor and look over my shoulder to see whether he will follow me.

His bathing room has a natural look, with rocks on one side, where his palace is built against the hillside, and marble on the other sides. Water falls down from the ceiling, where an ingenious system draws water from the hot springs into the palace. Steam fills the room with sensual mystery.

'Take your clothes off,' I tell him. It takes him less than a minute to comply and I can see he is already yearning for me again. I bite my lip as I walk around the hexagon hot bath in the middle of the room. I follow the steps down into the bath and smile at him, waiting patiently for him to join me.

I squat down to soak my hair and come back up to swim toward the edge on his side.

'You're amazing,' he says. I wink at him and gesture for him to come closer. He shakes his head.

'Come on,' I say in a begging tone. 'I'm not done with you yet.' 

'Done with what?' he teases. I pull my weight out of the water and lean on the rim.

'No one fucks me the way you do, Hephaestus,' I say in my sweetest kitten voice. 'I want to taste you.' He curses under his breath and walks up to the bath.

'It's amazing how you only have to say dirty things like that to make me come to you.' Well, I am used to being the one in control when it comes to love and sex.

He drops down on the ivory white tiles before lowering himself into the hot water.

'Turn around, please,' he tells me.

***

Later that afternoon we are lying in his bed, regaining our energy. So far we have done it against two different walls, in the bath, on the floor and in his bed. I'm still not tired or satiated. 

I concentrate on Hephaestus' heartbeat, a calm and satisfied beating in his chest. I'm resting my head on his shoulder while he strokes my hair. He's never been one to talk a lot during moments like these. My hand slips under the cover and trails down his six pack. He starts laughing, his body shakes. To think there was a time I didn't want anything to do with him, to think there was a time he hated me.

'Woman, how can you still want more?' I look up at him, semi innocently.

'Me? You're already standing upright yourself.' He gleams with pride. I stretch my neck so I can kiss him.

'It feels like you're saying goodbye,' he murmurs against my mouth, 'like this will be the last time.' I pull back the covers and climb on his lap, my back toward him.

'Well, it's not. I'm just angry in your stead.' He slides down the bed and puts his hands on my ass so he can lower me onto his mouth. I place my lips around the shaft of his hard cock and begin bobbing my head up and down. He groans against my clit. The vibrations make me moan in response. I love the way he tastes, I love the way he touches me. He pushes a thumb inside me and I let out a squeal, begging him for more, repeating his name while choking on his dick.

'Fuck, I'm cumming,' he warns between hot, wet kisses. But as always I keep my mouth tightly around him and push lower. 

I am the goddess of sex.