by Luc, D. X.
Vanessa was lucky, dealing with the Love God was easier and usually safer compared to others, who wouldn't think twice about blasting her into nothing for ‘disrespecting’ their godhood. Taking the scenic route, I finally rescued my nephew, guiding Vanessa to the waiting drinks, while he rubbed his jaw back to life before frowning at her. Gods bless the woman, she dared to stick her tongue out at him, then took an innocent sip as though she hadn't just accosted his face.
“What was that for?”
“Oh, nothing. Just noticing how much you look like Heph, that's all.”
“Well, I am his nephew. Family resemblance makes sense that way.”
“Uh huh. I may not have a nephew yet, but even I know he wouldn't look nearly as similar as you look to your uncle. It's… interesting.”
Exasperated with the way their conversation was going, Eros ruffled his wings, careful to not bang into the walls or shelves, then with a stiff bow, he turned into a plump dove and fluttered into a cloud of smoke. Poor guy, I would have to make him something special to cheer him up when I returned home.
The thought of going home weighed heavy on my heart, knowing that I had only tonight to enjoy my time with Vanessa here in this earthly realm. I held onto the hope that she would accept my proposal. What if she didn't? Could I function in a world apart from hers, knowing she was down here living life without me? Even as the dark thoughts filled me with emotions I hadn't felt since the betrayal of my mother, I tried to keep the hope alive that I would get a happily ever after, just as Eros had gotten with Psyche.
A gentle rib nudge, dragged me back to the present and I looked down to see hazel eyes smiling up at me.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
“Sorry, was just thinking of all the work I have waiting for me back at home.”
“You don't think Frias can handle it? You speak so highly of him.”
“He can, but it is still my job to be there.”
Disappointment flashed on her face, before she had a chance to turn away from me. I couldn't help but feel a swelling of joy that Eros was right. She did love me, or at least held a deeper emotion other than lust for me. So, why did she not say the words I longed to hear? She finished her coffee, as I realized I forgotten about mine, and grimaced when the sip I took turned out to be cold. Pouring it into the sink, I followed Vanessa as she marched up the stairs, wondering how to best broach the subject about the vial, and my upcoming departure, while not causing anymore tension that suddenly surrounded us.
My thoughts were swirling and were silenced when she pulled her bathrobe off, revealing that she wore nothing but her naked flesh beneath. My mouth hung open when she turned around to face me. Her expression no longer reflected sadness. She seductively walked up until she pressed herself against me, my cock filling, and it strained against my jeans in the most painful manner. Caressing her arm, my breath caught when she reached her hands down to undo my pants, giving them a gentle tug until they sat low on my hips, freeing me from their denim confines.
Her fingers teased at the sensitive tip, and occasionally would flick the beads connected to my P. A, before curling around my thickness to stroke the length of me. “I love how you feel, Heph. I could touch you all day and lick you all night.”
“I can say the same, agápi̱ mou.”
“I love when you call me that. What does it mean?”
“Agápi̱ mou, is ‘my love’ in Greek.”
She repeated the word several times, and though she didn't have the pronunciation quite right, just her saying it was music to my ears. Standing on her toes, she offered her lips to me, and I gladly accepted them, bending to suck them into my mouth. I could kiss her forever, touch her throughout my eternal life, and I knew at that moment, my world would never be complete without her in it. The vial, which still waited in my pocket, burned against my leg, beckoning me to give it to her, but now was not the time.
For now, I wanted back inside her hot, horny body. A custom we had come to enjoy was me taking control, something I never knew I had in me to be honest. With a firm pop on her bottom, I pushed her toward the bed. Vanessa made to lie down, but I wanted to try a different position, one that would leave a lasting imprint in her memory. Gripping her right thigh, I lifted until she placed her foot on the bed, with her knee bent while her other leg stood straight and on the floor, this position left her very open for whatever I wanted. And what I wanted to do first was taste her. Behind her, I knelt on the floor, gliding my fingers from the front, where her clit stood out swollen between her puffy folds and back to where I teased her tightly puckered hole. “Rub your clit, Vanessa. I want to suck your sweet pussy while you make yourself wet for me. Do it!”
Groaning at my command, she immediately obeyed, rubbing in quick circles until her pussy lips glistened with her juices. Spreading her folds with my thumbs, I slithered my tongue into her sticky cavern, lapping up her hot flow, and savoring the taste like a fine wine. Her legs trembled, but she knew not to close them, I would stop giving her such immense pleasure, and maybe a spanking for being a naughty girl. No, Vanessa continued her rotation, while I devoured, gulped, and slurped to my greedy heart's content.
Her moans grew louder while her shivers turned into violent quakes, I knew she was ready to explode, and though I usually kept her on the brink, I was in desperate need to fill her with my cock. With one more lick, I replaced my tongue with two, thick fingers, plunging them into her hot depths, finger fucking her into a frenzy and turned my mouth onto teasing her ass. She tasted of heat and all woman and with my free hand spreading her cheeks I delved deeper, twirling the tip of my tongue around the rosette before wriggling inside.
The triple stimulation was just what she needed, her voice echoing off the walls as she helplessly cried out my name, squirting juice that trickled down my wrist. Her anal walls pulsating around my still embedded tongue, and Vanessa's body began to sway.
I stood, catching her around the hips her leg still propped, and slid my throbbing cock into her still quaking pussy. I didn't give her any chance to recuperate, or catch a breath for that matter, pulling back, then slamming back into her, my mind reeling with how amazing she felt clutching at my cock.
I wouldn't last long this time, holding her hips steady as I took control over how fast, hard, and deep I moved within her saturated tunnel. The feel of our sweat coated skin rubbing against each other and the wet suction sounds from my thrusts had me crashing into waves of my own climax, growling out her name as I burst.
The intensity of it knocked the wind from my lungs, and I went blind for a few seconds, as we both fell to the bed in a sideways, tangled heap of satiation. With the surge of fear of losing her, leaving what I’ve come to enjoy about the mortal realm, I spoke before my brain could shut me up. “Oh, Vanessa, I love you so very much.”
“Oh....”
If one word could hurt more, it had to be that one uttered syllable.
She stiffened up, before unwrapping herself, and moving to the side of the bed, her back to me.
Stupid, Hephaestus! But I couldn't take it back, so I watched, and waited to see how this would play out. Time seemed to stand still, with both of us not making a sound and I couldn't help but wonder if maybe Eros had it wrong. It was after a long minute, I noticed her shoulders shaking, the silent whisper of a sniff, that told me she was crying. Guilt at putting her on the spot ate at me, and moving to embrace her from behind, I rested my chin on the top of her head. I was patient, but wishing I could make it better. Whatever it was.
“You are the first man to ever say those words to me.”
“I mean them. Does that make you sad?”
Turning to face me, her eyes shined brighter than the stars in the sky, her face a portrait of true beauty. I touched her cheek, unable to keep from doing so if I wanted to.
“I love you too, Heph. And no, your words aren't what’s making me sad. It's knowing you have to leave me.”
“It doesn't have to be that way, Vanessa. You
can come with me.”
Her eyes narrowed, as she tilted her head in question, but before I could grab my jeans to pull out the vial, the phone rang, and whatever answer I would have gotten, would have to wait.
“Hey, mama. No, I haven't forgotten. Um—well yes....” She moved away from me, hiding in the bathroom.
I was left sitting on the bed, coming up with various ways to convince Vanessa to come home with me. I hoped that once she found out what she'd have to go through, she'd still want to. Holding out my hand, I called to my jeans, willing them to come, the mental strain and exertion, cramping my muscles with pain until, when the pants moved less than an inch, I gave up. It had to be tonight, as my nephew stated, or I would be nothing and the world would end. The soft click, as she closed the door, made me look up at her, and I knew she saw the despair in my eyes before I could neutralize my features.
“Is everything okay?”
“Of course. Just a bit tired. You wear me out, but in the best of ways.”
Frowning at me, I knew she didn't believe a word I said, but I swiftly changed the subject. I wasn't ready to divulge the information, and I don't think she was willing to hear it yet. I patted my thigh, and she came to settle on my lap, the position allowing me to play with her silky hair.
“So, that was mama, again. Her and Daddy want us to come for dinner I tried to decline, but there's no such word as 'no' for Ginny.”
“That should be fine. I've never had a family dinner before. This way, you can have more time to think on my proposal to join me in Olympus.”
“True, it is a very big decision, and you really haven't explained how to go about getting me there. I thought only gods and goddesses could live in your world.”
So much for talking about it later. Disengaging her from my lap, I bent over the bed to grab my jeans, and tentatively, pulled the vial from the side pocket, before joining her once more. It swirled iridescent and small, yet it contained the most powerful substance in the universe. In my palm, it grew hot and whispered to us both, pressuring me to give it to her.
Vanessa swallowed while her eyes grew wide and she reached for it.
Before she could take it, I closed my hand. “To become immortal, you give up everything. And I do mean everything, Vanessa. I really need you to think on this before you make your choice.”
“Wow, spooky.”
“Vanessa! I'm serious about this. The vial contains ambrosia, a small shot worth, but that's all you'll need. And once you drink it, there's no turning back.”
“Okay, I'm sorry. I do understand, and promise to really weigh my options.”
Sighing, I stared at her a moment more before finally relinquishing the bottle into her care.
Vanessa studied the small glass vial with more curiosity, rather than the fear that I felt she should have, and looked up at me, the twitching of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
It took all I had not to snatch the thing away and go home without looking back, but that would mean living without her - omething that I couldn't stand to contemplate.“Please put that away for now and we will come back to it later.”
For once she listened to me, placing the ambrosia into her nightstand dresser.
Her easy compliance made me nervous, but I decided to keep my paranoid thoughts to myself. Needing to get away from the situation, as I felt ill just knowing what I had just sentenced her to. “I'm going to go shower. I'd ask you to join me, but then we'd never get to your parents.”
“That is very true. You go ahead, and I'll go after you're done.”
Nodding, I leaned over, placing a small kiss on her forehead and headed into the bathroom. With the water on, I waited for it to warm and stared into the mirror, I was shocked at how worn out I looked. My aura that usually pulsated around me was dim and weak. My skin was also losing the tan that came from being in the presence of Apollo, leaving me sallow and sickly looking. Steam floated from behind the shower curtain and stepping in, my head hung low, letting the warmth seep into my tired shoulders.
Just outside the door, Vanessa was probably itching to touch the vial again, wondering if she should stay or go, take the liquid or leave it and me. Cursing to myself, I pounded my fist on the shower tiles, knowing I omitted so much about what would happen if she decided to drink the ambrosia. I just couldn't bring myself to tell her, when I said she'd give up everything, I also meant her life.
Chapter XX
Vanessa
The minute the door clicked closed I dove for the nightstand and grabbed the bottle, staring at it with both interest and fear. In my hands, I could feel the liquid swishing, hot to the touch. For the life of me, I didn't understand how something so inconspicuous could be so dangerous. Maybe Hephaestus exaggerated, perhaps to keep me from saying yes to him.
In our few weeks together, I had worked hard to put him back together again, but something would pull him back into the dark place where the pain caused by his family, shattered him again. I knew he held back from telling me all that was involved with becoming immortal, his cryptic words doing little to scare me. Honestly, when he first asked me, I was ready to jump into his arms and say yes, but now as I held the answer to both our prayers in my palm, I wondered if it would be worth it. Eternity was a long time and what of my family, if I suddenly disappeared without a goodbye?
Drink me. Join us.
Like a siren's call, the vial whispered to me and my throat constricted with the desire to drink down the heated fluid. My fingers poised over the small cap, I inched closer until I was nearly able to remove it, so near to becoming Hephaestus's immortal lover....
“You silly twit. Leave it to my idiot ex to give a mortal ambrosia!”
Whirling around, I almost dropped the glass bottle. I froze and stared at the most stunning, sexually charged, woman I’d ever seen. Wrapped no, not wrapped—embraced in gauze-like material, the twenty-something supermodel stood, her hands propped on her full hips. One sun kissed leg, bent at the knee peeked from the slit in her gown, so that her pelvis poked out, accentuating the gentle slope of her waist. Unable to tear my eyes away, I raked her form with my gaze resting on the firm, perky breasts that swelled in that way that made men salivate, and women growl, before moving to her face. My jaw dropping,
I had no words to define her beauty, or the raw sexuality that oozed from her. Golden hair flowed like a waterfall around her, while her eyes, shifted colors, before finally settling on a sterling gray. It sent shivers through my very soul. She was paradise and under that serenity, was cold, selfish hate. This glorious epitome of perfection just had to be Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Beauty, and the bitch ex-wife of the naked man in my shower.
Gathering my scattered wits, I covered my body with my robe, slipped the vial back into my drawer and stood to face snobbish cow. “I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t call him that and I would love for you to get the hell out of my room.”
She ignored me, instead taking her time to walk around, picking up items here and there. Annoying to say the least, and when I heard the growl, accompanied with a colorful curse, or so I think it was, as it wasn't said in English. Both she and I turned to look at a very pissed off Hephaestus. I probably should have been moving out of the way, to let them sort it out, but instead my feet moved on their own to stand directly in front of him.
His bulging muscles, rippled under the sheen of water. His blond hair looked darker, plastered against his forehead and his eyes blazed hot, fiery and sexy as fuck! If it weren't for our unwanted company, I'd be licking him dry. Stupid goddess!
“What the hell are you doing here, Aphrodite?”
“Aww, honey. Aren't you happy to see me?”
He growled again, pulling me behind him, before his body began to hum and vibrate the floor beneath my feet. It made me realize just how powerful he truly was, and how dangerous he could be if his anger was unleashed.
“Don't fuck with me, woman. You may be older than I am, but I can still make your life miserable.”
“Oh please. You wouldn't hurt me, you're a sucker and if your woman was smart, she'd leave your ass. But she's a simple human, thus filled with many flaws.”
“That is not your place to decide. Now get out, or so help me, I will make sure your next order is your last.”
“Whatever, I just wanted to see if there would truly be a death in the name of love. Ta-ta for now!” The glorious pain in the ass goddess left, her lingering perfume of lilac remaining behind in my room as an unpleasant reminder of the daunting bitch.
Yet, the unspoken tension of her parting words clung even more heavily than her perfume.
Hephaestus was still beside me, almost trying to fade into the shadows of the room.
It was at that moment, as I looked upon him, I saw how ghastly he appeared. For a god, he looked like a dying man on his very last breath. When I reached out, placing my hand on his arm, his skin felt cold and clammy. Had Aphrodite meant him dying for loving me? The very thought left me frightened, a pit of sadness filling my stomach and left me with doubt in taking the vial, when I had previously almost jumped at the chance.
Looking at his profile, I had to move until I stood directly in front of him, before finally with reluctance, he focused down at me.
“I don't want you to die, Heph. Why didn't you tell me that becoming mortal would kill you?”
“I should have told you at first, but as usual, I was being a coward. I wished to wait until after dinner with your family, but I see now that this cannot wait.”
Accompanying the pit in my gut, my innards began to knot with worry when he gestured for me to sit on the bed. My stress grew even worse when sitting beside me, he placed a small gap between our thighs. As though whatever he was going to say would make me fly over the edge, and he may have to make a quick getaway.
Hephaestus kept his head bowed.
I waited and didn't force him to look at me, deciding to let him speak the way he felt most comfortable.
“Tonight, I must leave you for good. I can’t stay any longer.”