Myffic!
So, here is my last prompt for Porn Battle VII. Whew, Got it in under the wire.
Oh, and it's het. Greek het. Greek Mythological het. I really do enjoy going for the less well known apparently.
Disclaimer - I do not own these characters, although I relatively certain that their creator is now dead. Go figure.
His arms reached out to hold her
Prompt - Aphrodite/Hephaestus, quiet love
The other gods laugh at him behind their hands for a variety of reasons.
He is Hepaestus.
Hepheastus, the Crippled. Hephaestus, the Ignorant. Hepaestus, the Ugly, the Scarred, the Deformed. Hephaestus, the Cuckold.
It is this last that stings both most and least.
The others do not understand Hephaestus. They do not understand his diligence, or his patience. They simply request armor that cannot be dented by even the heaviest blade, or jewels set in gold and silver, smelted by the hottest fire. They do not understand the craftsmanship that Hephaestus embraces as a second being. Nor that in the perfect shine of armor, or twinkling shine of their jewels Hephaestus sees another being; one as fine as filigree, as perfect and unmarred as diamond.
They do not understand that to Hephaestus, Aphrodite, for all her faults, is his own personal armor. His own living jewel.
Her other lovers do not exist within the walls of his forge. As she moves on him, up and down, like the pattern of a bellows, there has never been another to touch her. Her moans echo in his ears, and his alone. Her cries of joy are true, and pure; her skin, so pale when she arrived, is smudged by his hands. She is his; Hephaestus feels this fact in his bones as true as steel and beyond all doubt, or contestation.
She will leave when they are done. To another god, or perhaps a lovely boy, untutored in the ways of carnal love. Hephaestus will go back to the forge he loves, and craft her something special. Something that shines like her skin when she rides him. Aphrodite will accept as a bauble from a loving husband, and she will wear it at all times, save when she is with Hephaestus himself.
Hephaestus will smile as she puts it on, and wait patiently for the day when she takes it off.
So... yeah. ^_^
Oh, and it's het. Greek het. Greek Mythological het. I really do enjoy going for the less well known apparently.
Disclaimer - I do not own these characters, although I relatively certain that their creator is now dead. Go figure.
His arms reached out to hold her
Prompt - Aphrodite/Hephaestus, quiet love
The other gods laugh at him behind their hands for a variety of reasons.
He is Hepaestus.
Hepheastus, the Crippled. Hephaestus, the Ignorant. Hepaestus, the Ugly, the Scarred, the Deformed. Hephaestus, the Cuckold.
It is this last that stings both most and least.
The others do not understand Hephaestus. They do not understand his diligence, or his patience. They simply request armor that cannot be dented by even the heaviest blade, or jewels set in gold and silver, smelted by the hottest fire. They do not understand the craftsmanship that Hephaestus embraces as a second being. Nor that in the perfect shine of armor, or twinkling shine of their jewels Hephaestus sees another being; one as fine as filigree, as perfect and unmarred as diamond.
They do not understand that to Hephaestus, Aphrodite, for all her faults, is his own personal armor. His own living jewel.
Her other lovers do not exist within the walls of his forge. As she moves on him, up and down, like the pattern of a bellows, there has never been another to touch her. Her moans echo in his ears, and his alone. Her cries of joy are true, and pure; her skin, so pale when she arrived, is smudged by his hands. She is his; Hephaestus feels this fact in his bones as true as steel and beyond all doubt, or contestation.
She will leave when they are done. To another god, or perhaps a lovely boy, untutored in the ways of carnal love. Hephaestus will go back to the forge he loves, and craft her something special. Something that shines like her skin when she rides him. Aphrodite will accept as a bauble from a loving husband, and she will wear it at all times, save when she is with Hephaestus himself.
Hephaestus will smile as she puts it on, and wait patiently for the day when she takes it off.
So... yeah. ^_^