When love and war make a little wager, what could possibly go wrong?
I am Hephaestus. God of inventions, blacksmiths, and volcanoes. Sounds like I'm awesome right? Well, I'm not. In fact, I'm the loser of Olympus and a new bachelor to boot. Living the single life is great until a decade passed. Honestly if my divorce from the Goddess of Love wasn't bad enough, I am still being rejected by the other women of my home.
Because of an incessant need to make me a pawn in his game, my brother, Ares convinces Eros to make a little bet. A wager that puts my lack of love life to the test. Sent to Earth, I'm skeptical, when suddenly I lose myself in the sensual scent and beauty of the full bodied Vanessa. She is my everything, my perfection.
Sadly, from a single caress upon her silky flesh, I sent our lives into a downward spiral of hell. To save her, I must get beyond my demons of the past. And to save me, she will have to decide if I'm worth giving up everything for.
She warned me as well about the neighbor, but if I knew us both, she was probably in her apartment dreaming of him, while I was back at my kitchen window staring at the home across from it. The lights were on inside, but I saw no movement, which seemed strange. How could anyone miss a man that large? Sighing, I decided that stalking him was probably not the best way to handle the situation and I forced myself up to my bathroom for a nice shower. Trust me when I say, working in a hot kitchen and mixing beans all day didn’t make you smell like roses by the end of the day.
Thirty minutes later, I was clean, wearing my long shirt. I grabbed a late night snack, so I could watch some television before bed. Spring break was in three days and I couldn't wait for the time off. It was another lonely night and as I flipped through the channels, I felt boredom come over me that I couldn't shake. I knew I shouldn't, but the urge nagged at me until I could take it no more.
Rushing back into the kitchen, I looked out and to my dismay saw that his lights had been turned out. He had probably gone to bed. Bummer. With a dejected sigh, I moped back to my couch and flopped down. Thankfully, I had a triple chocolate cheese cake to keep me company, and later a vibrator who I was considering renaming 'Mr. Hot Neighbor'.
My mood had darkened with each passing hour and I had consumed the whole cheesecake. Nothing worthwhile was on, which left one choice to make my night end on a high note. I cleaned my mess and headed up to my room, where I pulled out the largest of my toys. A monster of a device, it didn't meet the girth the handsome stud possessed, but it would have to do. Cranking the dial, it buzzed with gusto and I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. Already, I was picturing the plastic novelty gift as his heavy dick.
Lying flat, knees bent and open, I ran the vibrator along my labia, the blood that had begun flowing to my pussy already sensitizing them. Each time I reached my clit, a moan seeped from my mouth and in no time, I had created enough juice to put artificial lubrication to shame. Closing my eyes, I glided it in, imagining that it was hard satin over satin and arched my back. Images of him collaged in my mind, his eyes shifting from ocean blue to sinful flames. I moved my hand, about to pull back but I couldn't seem to do so. It was as though a force was holding it in place, letting the pulsations flow through me.
“Ise omorfi.” You are beautiful.
My eyes flew open, where they saw him, the mammoth of man who had somehow come alive and was in my room. I didn't think I had such a strong imagination!
He shifted the toy, twirling it around until I quivered and yet, he wouldn't stop. Braced on his elbow, the grin on his lips was playful with a hint of mischief. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat after he pushed in deeper and used his thumb to press down onto the swelled clit. A shot of electricity traveled from the vibrations inside my cunt to the roots of my hair. My head thrashed from side to side on the pillow as my nerves came alive with heat that only he seemed to ignite in me.
"Thélete perissóteres?” You want more?
Why I understood him made no sense, so I chalked it up to my horny head making it that I could. I guess I didn't answer him fast enough, because he practically ripped the toy from me, and replaced my empty hole with three, thick fingers. The breath I held, whooshed out from the force of his thrust and if my eyes weren't crossed before, they certainly had at that point. His energy is strong, my sister had said, and it became apparent that my brain took her words literally, because through my desire-fogged eyes, he glowed with a red outline. He was my secret, love demon this night.
I reached a hand down, so I could feel his plundering inside me, my wetness making slick sounds that echoed through my room. My body was on fire and when he leaned down to kiss my lips, I silently prayed I wouldn't spontaneously combust. He continued keeping his weight on his arm, but I wanted him covering me, pressing his solid frame into mine and I tried to convey my need by raising my body to his. Of course, the change in position ended up causing his fingers to repeatedly graze the bundle of nerves that was my g-spot and I pretty much died from there.
“You want to come, little beauty?”His voice brought me back some, as mushy as my mind had become.
I was glad he spoke in English. Then again, with either language, that accent he had was sexy as hell! “Oh, yes. I want you in me.”
He chuckled and changed his angle, so that I could feel that his body was being affected as much as mine. It did something for my ego to know a gorgeous, young guy thought chubby, old me was arousing.
“Not this night, Vanessa.”
“Soon. Now, come for me. I want to feel your juices flowing around my hand, so that I may lick up your offering.”
Vaguely, I wondered what he meant by 'my offering', but was quickly overwhelmed by a cataclysmic orgasm that tore a scream out of me so loud, car alarms went off outside.
He drew my cream from my clit like his fingers were a straw and I was his favorite drink. He finally pulled away from me and as he promised, licked each finger slowly, his fiery eyes locked on mine. He savored it, every last drop until his fingers no longer glistened. He smoothed his hands over my body as though to imprint it to his memory, and then placed a finger to his lips.
My vision dimmed briefly and when it returned, I was still on my bed, vibrator in hand. It was coated with my essence, suggesting I had used it well. Looking around, I saw that I was alone, sated, but alone. Turning it off, I placed it back in the nightstand drawer, confused as ever. He couldn't have been here, it was impossible. “I'm as crazy as Willa!”
Shaking my head, I donned my shirt and panties, returned to my bed with my eyelids heavy. Again, I told myself that what happened was merely a strong projection of a yearning fantasy. So why, I wondered as I drifted to sleep, did my room smell like a smoky blacksmith's forge?
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Author D. X. Luc
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