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Strong, mighty Hephaistos,
bearing ⠀ SPLENDID ⠀ light,
unwearied fire, with flaming
torrents bright strong handed,
deathless and of art divine,
pure element, a portion of the
world is thine: all-taming artist,
all - diffusive power
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Persephone is observed from the edge of their vision, slow inhale washing over their lips. Being near their Sister is like being in a room with limited oxygen and no sense of concentration. But such a sensation is, more or less, glorious. “It is a lovely day.” The opposing gate +
She cannot help the delicate giggle that emits from her lips at Hephaestus being startled. Looking at them, she gazes at them in wonderment at their bashfulness. “Oh yes” she says softly, bringing the flowers to her nose. “You know I loath staying inside, specially in a +
is opened once the horse is gifted treats and the stallion trots off after it’s friends. They begin to clean up, needing something to occupy their hands and the nerves trying to possess them. “You speak sweet words.” But they do not know how exactly to respond. Sweet words +
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ She drives mortals into
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ madness with her airy
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐒 as she
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ appears in 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑 forms.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Bringer of 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘.
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fall upon the younger woman. “On your daily walk?” Sugar cubes are taken from their pocket, held before the horse for it to be taken. Persephone slips a flower into their hair and it earns a small chuckle. “Thank you, Sister.”
Hephaestus is startled by the presence of another. Not many of their siblings venture so far from Father’s luxury creations. Cheeks heat, the God bashful despite this being his own flesh and blood, a beloved sister. “Persephone.” It’s gentle, almost a stutter as soft blues +
Persephone has gathered a variety of flowers, now approaching the tall, handsome god. “Hello Hephaestus” she says with a delicate, tender grin and places a flower on their hair.
Is standing at the end, towering frame doused in nothing but jeans and a old singlet as one of the horses is tended, fur being brushed and a light summer coat pulled over it’s chestnut back.
This is a preferred change. But then. . . Nothing ever compared to a moment with Aphrodite. Hephaestus twists the tablecloth between long, thick fingers as his cock aches in anticipation and the steadily forming excitement sees pearls of cum trickle forth from a swollen, +
Her lips quirk with a barely visible, delighted smirk when they spread their thighs and begin to rock into their hand. This dinner was proving to be awfully dull and while the looks of these mortal men were lovely to have upon her … it was not satisfactory enough. +
enlarged head. He is straining, harder than stone beneath her attentive hand and thighs tremble, pleasure swelling in their stomach and seeing warm sink into every nook of his body. A brief moment of fiddling and soon her delicate, svelte hand has his cock caught and a moan is +
It’s some celebration dinner. Or is it charity? Or both? Something along those lines. A goal is hit. The exclusive donors invited for a ritzy dinner. But it’s gone too long. And Aphrodite had accompanied them, wearing a dangerously low top that has seen them harden. Aphrodite’s +
Aphrodite is seated beside them, looking from the corner of her eye down at where they are currently grabbing. She gazes forth but her hand lands on their cock through their slacks and begins to lightly rub.
Mother is never easy to be near. Not for reasons one would expect. No. Hephaestus feels as if they are slowly loosing control when alongside her. Eyes flutter closed as their forehead is kissed and their hand grips at a thick thigh, squeezing.
Strong arms are slow to encase Hera’s waist, a sly smile gracing their lips and they drop a soft kiss to her shoulder. “You think, Mother?” Cheeks are slow when warming.
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ֯ ⁎ ،̲،̲ i am a walking 𝐰𝖆𝖗 comprised of 𝖇͟𝖑͟𝖔͟𝖔͟𝖉 and viscera with hands that will never wash clean.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝘥͟𝘦͟𝘷͟𝘪͟𝘭͟’𝘴͟ 𝘢͟𝘥͟𝘷͟𝘰͟𝘤͟𝘢͟𝘵͟𝘦͟
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ WHEN YOU SPEND SO
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ LONG IN 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ YOU DISCOVER THAT
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ IT’S STARING BACK.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀I thought there was a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀light 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 for me.
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