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Post by Hephaestus on Jun 11, 2008 12:27:00 GMT -5
Hephaestus was always busy at this time of day - early morning. He worked more than normal gods therefore was up by six. He began work with Zeus' weapons, then coming to Ares'. Both those men treated him horribly all his life but neither had shame sending him their blood covered swords and tell him to have then ready by lunchtime.
Ares always had good swords, brilliant in face. Hephaestus made sure he never got a single complaint. The only person ever to be proud of him was his mother who often visited in the morning and watched him work. They'd chat, laugh,
Now he had Aph though. She was there for him, the person who was proud of him. That was why he was so deeply infatuated with her.
Raising his hammer to hammer down Ares' sword he looked down carefully at the metal eyeing his reflection. He was attractive behind all the grease and the shame the men of his family put his through - strong cheekbones, curly hair, huge hazel eyes. He carried on hammering expecting the morning to go as usual.
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Post by Aphrodite on Jun 13, 2008 11:40:28 GMT -5
Back at the palace, Aphrodite was engraved in the growing field of self-grooming. Robe after robe were spitted out of her spaceless wardrobe until the perfect wear was found; a soft peach dress, almost transparent, woven from what seemed like a material softer than a newborn's skin. A rather gentle yet reveiling number, flowing tenderly over her flawless curves. Enveloped in it's smoothness, her already slender body became somewhat airy. It was her favourite dress, which was put aside to serve only on a special occasion. And what was this if not special?
Applying the last layer of gloss on her full, lusty lips, she winked at her glass-made twin. "Here I come," were the last words she said before closing the door behind her. And only the cheeky smile on her face meant she was up to something evil.
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Post by Hephaestus on Jun 14, 2008 9:17:35 GMT -5
Hephaestus had this strange feeling that today would be different and of course it was. The minute his eyes fell on Aphrodite he put down his hammer and peered at her perfect figure underneath that brilliant dress. Washing his hands he moved over to give her a hug but then stopped,"I shouldn't I guess, I'll dirty you." he said gently.
He was silly enough not see his own handsomeness - his perfect chest bare to the world to see.
"What brings you here my love?"
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Post by Aphrodite on Jun 15, 2008 9:51:45 GMT -5
Aphrodite was known to like things being clean. But she never knew dirt could make a man so handsome and lustful. Trying not to get too excited she approached him and gave him a somewhat sexy hug, allowing her chest to brush up against his closer than usual. Her dress was no longer as perfect, but the moment was instead. He was sometimes prone to forget about romance. Who cared if he'd dirty her?
"You, my life. You bring me here." And with those words she landed a gentle kiss on his lips, hoping to make the situation more comfortable. Yet deep down, the fear of being rejected was killing her like slow poison.
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Post by Hephaestus on Jun 16, 2008 6:51:43 GMT -5
Hephaestus took a deep breath quickly realising Aphrodite had some intentions. Cruel perhaps. Hugging her back he raised his eyebrow,"Should we banish that dress now?" he pecked her lips softly then pushed down one of the sleeves of her dress. He wasn't sure if he wanted this but for that certain moment he was confident and not willing to step back. His wife was able to seduce a king with just her glance, then why should a man as humble and simple as himself resist?
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Post by Aphrodite on Jun 16, 2008 13:22:08 GMT -5
Doped by the taste of easy victory, next thing she knew the feather-light material landed on the rusty floor, exhibiting all her sacred beauties. "Why not? If that's the only obstacle..."
Nude Aphrodite was a breathetaking site, capable of enslaving any man, and she was aware of that. But then why was her heart almost ripping through her silky skin? Bedding her own husband had become an almost impossible task. But at that moment it seemed like things were looking up for her as she felt his eyes slicing through her with desire. Anticipation for his touch flooded her veins and rushed into her heart, almost hurting her with every beat. "Just take me, will you?" she thought to herself. The moment was reigned by passion but from the other side was very awkward, as if she was being examined for a test. It was indeed a moment of truth...
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Post by Hephaestus on Jun 17, 2008 7:50:38 GMT -5
Breathing heavier than before Hephaestus examined her perfection. He longed to touch her, to feel her, to love her. And whatever the barrier was he was willing to to cross it tonight. Placing her on the table before him with his strong arms, he threw off his leather gloves which protected his hands from grease and dirt. Holding Aphrodite in his arms was a different bliss from daily little happiness - she was there, she perfect and gripping onto him her perfect eyes begging for pleasure he held her from.
Meeting her lips for passionate kisses Hephaestus tried to block away everything - all the pain, troubles and difficulties which prevented them from loving each more intimately than before.
"Aphrodite..." he gently said her name as he inhaled the smell of her tender hair,"I love you..." he told her looking down at her.
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Post by Aphrodite on Jun 17, 2008 9:10:30 GMT -5
With trembling lips she covered him in the most passionate kisses before softly whispering "I love you too, more than you can imagine".
The touch she had so craved for destroyed all tension and doubt. She was now relaxed, naked, yet feeling warmer than ever. She had so much love for him that moment, and the will to show it to him was tearing her apart.
And he was beautiful, so desirable and so accessible now, for the first time. His shirtless chest resembled all the manly perfection and strength a woman needed and wanted. Lost in his toned, controlling arms she felt a woman in a way she'd never felt before. He had given her a reason to be that woman. Gratitude was radiated from her and her hungry body. She was ready to satisfy his every caprice, every will, every need. Becasue he deserved it. In the jeopardizing dilemma between fear and his beloved wife, he had chosen her...
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Post by Hephaestus on Jun 17, 2008 9:24:55 GMT -5
Hephaestus gently stroke her perfectly sculpted figure which he had only dared to touch through the material of her clothes. Now he was able to caress it's smoothness with no fear. Kissing her again and again as if he had never done it before. He banished anything that was on his frame but his trousers but he needed at least a few moments to simply touch her and listen to her breathing. He didn't know where to even start or how to even start anything he remembered about sex was buried at the back of his mind.
Stroking her hair he gently pressed his chest against hers as he ran his fingers up and down her thighs and circled her belly button.
"If I ever hurt you, please forgive..." he groaned the last words in her ear.
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Post by Aphrodite on Jun 17, 2008 9:40:34 GMT -5
She had never wanted him like this before. The body which he had always kept a prisoner of his fears and insecurities, wrapped up and protected in his worries, was now exposed and at her disposal. Her hands studied and carresed every inch of it, sure to consume the pleasure if each touch.
Neither did he restrain himself. Like a child kept away from a candy for too long he greedily kissed and stroked her, crossing all obstacles, getting closer to his darkest fear. Wherever he touched her , the skin burned with an even greater lust and passion for more, more, more...
"Whatever pain you cause, will be pleasure for me.", she moaned in his ear, feeling his hands just inches above the most sensitive part of the woman body. Her hands reached for the buckle of his belt. She wanted every piece of clothing gone as soon as possible...
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Post by Hephaestus on Jun 17, 2008 9:46:13 GMT -5
Hephaestus worked his way in touching his newly found gold with greatest care and affection wanting her suddenly as he had never before. His mind finally crossed all the dirty thoughts it never had before and he reached to touch her all over.
But when her hands reached his belt finally, something hit Hephaestus. His mind was clear again and his want suddenly stopped. He didn't want her or her kisses anymore. Her smell and touch was still fabulous but not exciting... not anymore. Letting her go he didn't run away right away but continued kissing her trying not to focus. Letting go of her lips he then looked aside,"Give me a minute..." he panted.
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Post by Aphrodite on Jun 17, 2008 10:01:36 GMT -5
Her body and soul rejoiced as she felt his gentleness in the most sacred place of all. She knew then that they would be okay, no, they would be great, with an amazing sex life.
And then, like a steaming dragon, the sense of the oh-so-familiar tension burnt the look of desire in his eyes. She recognized the old, insecure husband she thought was finally gone for good. No, this couldn't, it shouldn't be happening.
"Why? What do you need a minute for? What's wrong?" she almost burst out in tears. Was she not good enough, was she not worth him trying just a little harder? The touch of his hand resting mistakingly on her thigh felt cold and unfamiliar. The hungry man was gone, replaced by a coward, unable to fight his way through his fears.
No, wait, this couldn't be it. He just needed a moment, that's what he said. This wasn't defeat. It was only a moment needed to realize a new life was about to begin. In a minute they'd be back to where they'd stopped, loving each other in the most passionate ways. She only had to give him that minute, nothing would change...
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Post by Hephaestus on Jun 20, 2008 12:12:45 GMT -5
Hephaestus kissed her again and again to beat the feeling but it just wouldn't leave her. He laid her lower kissing her neck trying to block what stopped him. This time it wasn't fear - it was something else.
"I love you too much." he said and let go finally,"I can't love you in that way." and so he let her go and turned away before leaving the room.
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Post by Aphrodite on Jun 20, 2008 13:05:14 GMT -5
She was murdered. Coldly and heartlessly murdered. By a person she loved.
Watching his back she felt dirty, unwanted and rejected.
Her heart was suddenly filled with aching, unfamiliar hatred for a man she loved just secodns ago. Anger traced away every drop of care from her eyes. Poised by madness her boiling blood rushed through her body like a speedy lava, spreading the negativity everywhere, sure to destory the tenderness. Curses dweeled in her mind as she stiffly climbed off the greasy, disgusting table and headed towards the door, covering herself up with her filthy dress.
At the moment it felt as if things were going to go real bad. And that was going to last forever.
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