Page 48 of Monster Song
“I would have sent all your other mates away with a blink of my eyes and had all your clothes off before you could finish your sentence. You’re way overdressed by the way.”
Hephaestus snapped his fingers, and all my clothes just disappeared. That was handy. And way less dangerous than burning them off or cutting them off like Demos and Pavlina liked to do.
“That’s a neat trick. Does it work on your clothes too?”
I saw a bit of his Olympian side when he started smirking at me.
“Oh, you want to see me naked?”
“I saw you without your shirt on when we first met. I wouldn’t have minded the trousers off too, and you were just wearing soot.”
“Do I need to go back to my forge and get a little dirty? I cleaned up before I came back.”
“Why don’t you stay here with me, and we can get mentally dirty?”
“I like the way you think.”
Hephaestus’s clothes disappeared too, and I saw another side of him. Hephaestus could be confident when he was in his element, but there was also the side of him that had been beaten down by his family. The side of him I had right now was a God that hadn’t gotten laid in a very, very long time. I might die from this. He wasn’t a shower of light or a swan. He was a big ass God, and he was right on top of me.
If Aphrodite turned her nose up at this, she had to be the dumbest Goddess ever. I felt like a fucking Goddess right now. Hephaestus was almost reverent as he kissed and touched every inch of my body. He stroked his fingers gently down my thigh.
“You have the softest skin of anyone I know.”
Fuck you, Goddess of Love. Hephaestus wasn’t just kissing and petting me. He was complimenting every bit of my body he touched. He kissed a small freckle near my belly button and told me he loved that too. He rested his head on my stomach and started tracing my rose tattoo with his fingers.
“I love this, and I’ll bet there is a story that goes with it. I want to hear it later. Right now, I want you on top of me.”
He rolled, so I was on top of him. He crooked his finger up at me and smirked.
“Up here, little Hellspawn. I want to taste you.”
He easily picked me up and placed me over his face. I didn’t even have time to question that the God of Fire was letting me ride his face. His tongue darted out and started flicking on my clit. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me even closer. I grabbed the headboard in a death grip and gasped.
Hephaestus let out a contented little growl and started glowing. The golden light seemed to seep into my pores and heighten my pleasure. He was already doing a damned good job of that with his tongue. I felt my hair tickle my back as I just dropped it back and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue.
It didn’t take long before my entire body was shaking. I was gripping the headboard so tightly, my knuckles were white. My orgasm hit me so hard, I almost set the headboard on fire. I had to try to control my fire while my body was wracked with pleasure. That only happened with Demos. I knew Hephaestus could heal, but I didn’t want to burn him.
When my body stopped shuddering, Hephaestus picked me up and placed me on his chest.
“Did I smell smoke, little Hellspawn?”
“I almost set the headboard on fire. Hades was pissed when Demos and I set his bedroom on fire.”
“That’s because Hades is richer than Minos, but an utter cheapskate. The only thing he enjoys spending money on is Persephone. He could easily replace this entire castle if you burned it down, but he would bitch endlessly about it because he had to pay for a brand new castle when he had a perfectly good old one.”
My hand trailed down his chest to wrap around his cock. I didn’t want to talk about Hades. I was only interested in one God right now.
“I want this in my mouth.”
“Aphrodite refused to touch me, so I never asked.”
“Well, then I’m definitely putting it in my mouth and making an extra effort.”
Hephaestus chuckled, but I pounced before he could comment. I had his cock in my mouth before he could say anything about his bitch of an ex-wife mistreating him. I didn’t want to hear it, and I would always make him feel special. He hissed and buried his hands in my hair as I swirled the head of his cock with my tongue.
I gave his cock just as much attention as he showed me. I caressed his balls and rubbed his thighs. Basically, I sucked his cock like he was a God. It seemed like he was enjoying it. He was moaning and pulling my hair just right.
I was having a blast slobbering all over his cock and listening to his moans, but he stopped me.
