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Why was I so adamant to shun it?

Did it feel this spectacular every time?

And if it was, why had I forcefully abstained from it for so long?

If Hephaestus could make me feel this way, I would wish nothing more than for him to do it every single day for the rest of our existence. It was that wild and incredible.

Clearly, having his erection inside me made Hephaestus feel almost unhinged as well, for I felt his rhythm pick up. His plunges in and out of me quickened and with much more ferocity. Before I knew it, he was grunting and heaving. I could feel him tightening himself to an excruciating point, before finally feeling his body loosen around me. It caused him to fall on top of me.

Now that our faces were within reach of one another, his lips returned to meeting mine once more, passionately kissing me.

“I could do this all day,” he intimately whispered into my ear as his lips trickled down to the nape of my neck.

“Then let’s do it,” I further suggested, agreeing with him. “We are gods, after all. We have all the time in the world.”

Chapter 13

TheclosenesstoHestio,the touch of his soft, silky skin against my own. It was everything I needed and more. Never had I felt a connection like this to anyone in all my existence.

Was this what love felt like?

I wasn’t entirely sure, but if it was, it was the most invigorating feeling in the world. No one had provided me with such compassion, except for Thetis and Eurynome, that is. But even still, it was far different from this kind of love that existed between Hestio and me.

I laid next to him in bed, in one of the private guest chambers within his palace. Our legs were tangled together, buried beneath the red satin sheets. Hestio had his head against my beating chest, rising and falling with every breath I took. My arms draped around him, rubbing up and down his torso in a soothing manner to comfort him.

We had made love over and over again for what seemed like hours on end. I could not get enough of Hestio and his irresistible body. But we eventually had to put a pause to all of that, feeling the fatigue kick in, preferring to now rest within each other’s arms.

“I could do this every day,” I intimately whispered into Hestio’s ear.

“I could as well,” he softly replied. “But…”

“Butwhat?” I quickly interceded.

“But our time of bliss together might be cut short if you intend to keep Hera bound in her own palace,” Hestio finally explained. “If Zeus returns and finds his wife still being held in captivity against her will, then he will surely punish you and show no remorse in doing so.”

“Do you really think he is capable of harming me in such a way, someone that has a birthright to succeed the throne as an Olympian God?”

Hestio lifted his head from my chest to face me, allowing the warm flare in his eyes to meet mine. “I have seen him invoke extreme retributions for far lesser crimes.”

“What do you think he would do to me?” I asked, afraid of what the answer might be.

“If you don’t let Hera free soon, I fear you will be exiled from Mount Olympus for an eternity. Not only this, but the King of the Gods could further reprimand you by banishing you to Tartarus. It is not out of the realm of possibilities,” Hestio elaborated.

“And there is no other way around this?” I further inquired.

“I’m afraid not. The very best you can do would be to return to their palace and release Hera as soon as possible. It may be in your best interest to try and strike a deal with her before Zeus becomes involved. I see no other options.”

I could only shrug, trusting every piece of advice Hestio was willing to give me. I had no one else in my corner to fully confide in, and I knew he would look out for me through thick and thin.

“I suppose I don’t have any other choice, then,” I acquiesced.

This prompted a smirk out of Hestio, revealing to me his captivating pearly white teeth. He lunged his neck forward to plant a soft kiss on my lips.

“I can’t bear the thought of never getting to see you for an eternity, Hephaestus. Please don’t put me through that permanent turmoil.”

“I share the same sentiments,” I expressed. “And I will make sure to not lose you ever again.”

“Good. Then it seems like you know what to do next.”