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A Deviant (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) 

Chapter 2 - Aprodite

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The private chamber off Hephaestus’s main forge was quieter than usual. No hammers ringing, no bellows roaring—just the low crackle of a single brazier and the faint scent of hot metal and oil that always clung to the god of the forge. Aphrodite had picked this spot herself. Neutral enough for “therapy,” she’d told her husband, but close enough to his world that he might actually show up. She sat on the wide, low couch covered in thick cushions, legs crossed, her sheer pink chiton riding high on her thighs. The fabric was thin enough that the outline of her heavy breasts pressed against it, nipples already a little tight from the cool air and the anticipation buzzing under her skin.

Parekklisi had planted the idea in her head weeks ago, during one of their stolen afternoons. “Your marriage is rotting,” he’d said while she rode him slow and lazy. “Hephaestus works, you fuck around, nobody’s happy. Let me run a session. Real talk. Real… demonstration.” She’d laughed at first, but the thought stuck. Hephaestus barely touched her anymore. When he did, it was quick, clumsy, over before she even got close. She was the goddess of love and she was starving.

The door creaked open. Hephaestus limped in, broad shoulders hunched, leather apron still tied around his waist, arms streaked with soot. His face—strong jaw, scarred cheek, one eye clouded from old burns—looked wary as hell. He glanced at Parekklisi leaning against the far wall in those deep bruise-purple robes and his expression tightened even more.

“What’s this really about?” Hephaestus grunted, dropping onto the opposite end of the couch. He kept a good three feet between himself and Aphrodite. “You suddenly want counseling? From him?”

Aphrodite leaned forward, letting her tits shift under the thin fabric. “Because I’m tired of this, Hephaestus. You’re always in the forge. I’m always… empty. Parekklisi offered to help us talk it out. No bullshit. Just honest.”

Parekklisi pushed off the wall and stepped into the light. His voice was low, easy, nothing theatrical. “She came to me with the idea. Said things have been off for centuries. I figured we could sit down, lay it out, see if we can fix the physical side too. Because that’s half the problem, right?”

Hephaestus’s eyes flicked to Parekklisi’s face, then down to Aphrodite’s body, then back. “Physical side. Right.” He sounded suspicious, but he didn’t get up and leave. That was something.

They started slow. Aphrodite talked first—how she felt invisible, how his hands were always on metal instead of her skin, how she needed to feel wanted, fucked properly, not just serviced. Hephaestus listened, jaw working, then admitted the forge took everything he had, that he knew he wasn’t exactly the lover she dreamed of, that her beauty made him feel like a broken tool sometimes. The words were raw but honest. Parekklisi just listened, nodding, asking the occasional question that nudged them deeper.

After twenty minutes the air had changed. Aphrodite’s thighs were pressed tight together. Hephaestus kept stealing glances at the way her chiton clung to her curves. Parekklisi let the silence stretch, then spoke.

“Words are good,” he said. “But sometimes you need to see what the other person actually needs. Aphrodite, you’ve told me what you crave. Show him. Or better—let me show him what you look like when you’re actually satisfied.”

Hephaestus’s hand flexed on his knee. “You’re not touching my wife.”

“I’m not here to steal her,” Parekklisi said calmly, his voice steady and low, like he was discussing nothing more important than the weather on Olympus. “I’m here to fix what’s broken. You watch. You learn. Or you leave. Your call.”

Aphrodite looked at her husband, her eyes dark and heavy with raw need. Her full lips were slightly parted, cheeks already flushed. “Please, Hephaestus. I want this. For us.”

He didn’t answer right away. His scarred gaze dragged slowly over her body again—those thick, soft thighs pressed together on the couch, the heavy swell of her tits straining against the thin pink chiton, the soft curve of her belly, the wide flare of her hips. Shame flickered across his face, then anger at himself, at the situation, at how his cock was already twitching under his leather apron. But underneath it all was a reluctant, burning heat he couldn’t hide. His jaw tightened. After a long, tense second, he gave one short nod.

Parekklisi moved first. He crossed the room in two easy steps and dropped to his knees right in front of Aphrodite. His hands slid up her smooth thighs, palms warm and firm, pushing the sheer chiton higher and higher until it bunched uselessly around her wide hips. The fabric slid away to reveal her bare, glistening pussy—already soaked, her swollen lips shiny with wetness that had started dripping down toward her ass.

He didn’t rush. He took his time, cupping those thick thighs in both hands, thumbs stroking slow circles along the sensitive inner flesh. He spread her open wider, exposing every pink, slick inch to the cool air and to Hephaestus’s staring eyes.

“Fuck, look at this,” Parekklisi murmured, voice low and rough, almost awed. “Already soaked and we haven’t even started. Your wife’s cunt is dripping for it, Hephaestus. When’s the last time you got her this wet just by talking?”

Hephaestus’s breath hitched audibly. His broad chest rose and fell faster, but he didn’t answer. He just sat there rigid in the chair, eyes locked between her spread legs, watching a fresh bead of her arousal trickle down.

Parekklisi leaned in and dragged his tongue in one long, slow lick up her entire slit. Aphrodite’s head fell back against the couch with a shaky, breathy moan. He licked again, deeper this time, the flat of his tongue pressing firmly, tasting her sweetness. Then he sucked gently on her swollen clit, lips closing around it while he slid two thick fingers inside her tight heat.

The wet sound was immediate—filthy and loud in the quiet chamber. A soft, squelching noise as his fingers pumped slow and steady, curling just right while his tongue kept working her clit in tight, relentless circles. Aphrodite’s hips rolled against his face, chasing the pleasure. Her heavy tits heaved inside the thin chiton with every breath, nipples visibly hard and pressing against the fabric.

“Gods—yes, right there—” she gasped, one hand gripping the back of his head, fingers tightening in his hair.

Parekklisi pulled back just enough to look straight at Hephaestus, his lips shiny with her juices. Two fingers still buried deep inside her, slowly thrusting. “See how she opens up for me? Two fingers and she’s already clenching like she’s starving for cock. You ever make her sound like that? Ever get her pussy this sloppy and eager?”

Hephaestus swallowed hard, his scarred hands clenching on his thighs. He still didn’t speak, but his eyes were glued to the sight—his wife’s thick thighs spread wide, Parekklisi’s fingers sliding in and out of her dripping cunt with wet, obscene noises.

Parekklisi stood up smoothly, pulling Aphrodite up with him. In one fluid motion he stripped the chiton off over her head and tossed it aside. Her body spilled free—full, heavy breasts swaying heavily with the movement, wide hips, that thick, juicy ass, and strong thighs that still pressed together instinctively even though they couldn’t hide how wet she was. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistening, thighs already shiny.

Parekklisi sat down on the couch right where Hephaestus had been sitting moments ago and pulled Aphrodite into his lap, facing him. Straddling, close and intimate. Her knees settled on either side of his hips.

Aphrodite braced her hands on his shoulders, breathing fast. She reached down between them, wrapped her fingers around his thick cock, and sank down onto it in one long, smooth slide. The stretch made her gasp loud, eyes fluttering. “Fuck… so thick…” She rolled her hips experimentally, taking every inch until her soft ass settled fully against his thighs. Her heavy tits pressed warmly against his chest, hard nipples dragging on his skin.

Parekklisi gripped her ass with both hands, fingers digging into the soft, heavy flesh. He spread her cheeks wide so Hephaestus could see everything—how her pussy was stretched tight around his cock, lips wrapped snugly around the thick shaft. “That’s it. Ride it slow at first. Let him watch how your pussy swallows me.” He thrust up gently, meeting her movements. The wet slap of her ass meeting his lap started soft but quickly built.

Aphrodite’s moans filled the room, low and needy at first. Her heavy tits bounced between them with every roll of her hips, soft flesh jiggling and swaying. Parekklisi leaned back a little, watching them move, then cupped one in his palm. He lifted the warm, heavy weight, thumb flicking across the stiff nipple before squeezing harder, mauling the soft flesh. He pinched the nipple, rolling it between his fingers until she cried out and her pussy clenched hard around his cock.

Hephaestus sat rigid across from them, but his hand had finally twitched into his lap, pressing against the obvious bulge in his apron. His eyes were locked on where Parekklisi’s thick shaft kept disappearing inside his wife again and again, her juices coating him.

“Feel that?” Parekklisi growled against Aphrodite’s neck, voice hot and filthy. “Your husband’s watching his perfect wife’s cunt stretch around another god’s cock. Look at him. He’s hard already and we’ve barely started.”

Aphrodite glanced over at Hephaestus, lips parted, face flushed deep red. “He never fucks me like this… never fills me up like this…” She started bouncing harder, lifting and dropping her thick ass, making it ripple each time she slammed down. The wet squelching sounds grew louder, more obscene—her soaked pussy sliding up and down his shaft, juices dripping onto his balls and the couch.

Parekklisi grabbed both of her heavy tits, squeezing them together firmly. He buried his face between the soft, warm mounds, sucking one nipple hard into his mouth while he thrust up to meet her bounces. His teeth grazed lightly, tongue flicking as he mauled them. Aphrodite’s moans turned into sharp, desperate cries. Her thick thighs trembled around his hips, ass clapping louder against his lap.

“Cum on it,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding, still sucking on her tit. “Cum all over my cock while he watches. Let him see what his wife looks like when she’s actually getting fucked right.”

She did—hard. Her pussy clamped down tight, pulsing and fluttering around his thick cock. Juices flooded out around his shaft, dripping messily onto his balls and soaking his lap. Aphrodite shook violently in his lap, her heavy tits jiggling and bouncing against his face as she cried out loud enough that the brazier flames flickered and danced. Her thighs squeezed his hips, ass grinding down as the orgasm ripped through her.

Parekklisi didn’t stop. He kept thrusting up through her orgasm, hips rolling steadily, drawing it out until her cries turned into whimpers and her body trembled with aftershocks. Her pussy kept fluttering and clenching around him, milking every second of pleasure.

Then he flipped them smoothly. He laid her on her back on the wide couch, hooked her thick, strong legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half. He drove back inside her in one deep thrust. The new angle made her back arch off the cushions, her heavy tits spilling to the sides, nipples still shiny and hard.

“Fuck—deeper,” she gasped, voice breaking.

He pounded into her, hips snapping forward hard and fast. His balls slapped loudly against her ass with every thrust. Every powerful stroke made her heavy tits bounce and sway wildly, soft flesh rippling and jiggling. Parekklisi grabbed one tit in a rough grip, mauling it, fingers sinking deep into the warm, heavy flesh while he fucked her harder. The couch creaked loudly under them. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the stone walls, mixing with her moans and the filthy squelching of her soaked pussy.

Hephaestus’s hand was fully in his lap now, rubbing slowly over the thick bulge in his apron. His breathing was ragged, eyes never leaving the sight of Parekklisi’s cock plunging deep into Aphrodite’s dripping, stretched pussy again and again.

Parekklisi looked straight at him, still thrusting hard. “She’s creaming all over me again already. Feel how tight she gets when she cums? You ever make her squirt like this? Ever have her shaking and gushing all over your cock while her tits bounce everywhere?”

Aphrodite’s second orgasm hit even harder. Her thick legs locked tight around Parekklisi’s shoulders, strong thighs quivering uncontrollably as the pleasure slammed through her. Her pussy gushed hard around his thick cock, warm juices squirting out with every deep, punishing thrust. She screamed, raw and broken, her back bowing hard off the couch while her whole body shook. Her heavy tits bounced and slapped together violently with the force of it, soft flesh rippling and jiggling wildly. The wet, obscene squelching of her soaked cunt filled the chamber as Parekklisi kept fucking her straight through it, his hips relentless, pounding that perfect spot deep inside her over and over.

He didn’t let up for a second, driving every thick inch into her spasming pussy, balls slapping loudly against her ass. Aphrodite’s cries turned hoarse, her nails digging into his back as wave after wave crashed over her. Only when her screams faded into desperate whimpers and her body started going limp did he finally slow down. He ground deep inside her, rolling his hips in slow, filthy circles so she could feel every ridge and vein of his cock stretching her sensitive walls.

“Not done yet,” he murmured hot against her ear, voice low and rough with lust. “We’re just warming up.”

Parekklisi eased out of Aphrodite slowly, inch by inch. His thick cock glistened with her cum, shiny and slick. A thick, pearly string of her juices stretched between the head of his cock and her swollen pussy lips before it finally snapped, dripping messily onto the couch below. Aphrodite lay there panting hard, legs still spread wide open, her pussy visibly pulsing and leaking. Fresh wetness kept trickling out of her used hole, running down toward her ass. Her heavy tits rose and fell fast with every ragged breath, nipples shiny and red from his mouth, still tight and aching.

Hephaestus was breathing harder now, chest heaving under his leather apron. His hand had slipped fully under the fabric, slowly rubbing the thick, hard bulge there. He didn’t look away even for a second. His scarred face was flushed dark, one good eye and the clouded one both fixed hungrily on his wife’s wrecked cunt.

“Gods…” Hephaestus muttered, voice rough and low, almost disbelieving. “She never gets that wet for me anymore. Never cums like that… never squirts all over the place.”

Parekklisi smirked slightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Without a word he flipped Aphrodite onto her hands and knees on the wide couch. She moved eagerly, pushing her thick ass up high, back arched deep so her heavy tits hung and swayed heavily underneath her, nipples brushing the cushions. Her pussy was still dripping, lips puffy and open from the pounding she’d just taken.

He knelt behind her, gripping her wide hips with strong hands, and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit. The slick sound of it sliding through her wetness was loud and filthy.

“Look at this ass, Hephaestus,” Parekklisi said, voice low and filthy, full of appreciation. “So fat and perfect. It’s rippling every time I touch it.” He slapped one cheek hard, the sharp crack echoing. The soft, heavy flesh jiggled wildly, a bright red handprint blooming fast on her skin. Aphrodite moaned loud and pushed back immediately, ass wiggling, clearly begging for more.

He thrust in hard, burying himself to the balls in one brutal stroke. The loud, wet slap of his hips meeting her thick ass echoed through the chamber. Aphrodite’s moan turned into a broken, needy cry as he started pounding her deep and fast right away. Her thick ass rippled and clapped heavily against him with every powerful thrust, the sound wet and completely obscene—flesh smacking flesh mixed with the constant squelch of her soaked pussy taking his cock.

“Fuck—yes—harder,” she gasped, pushing back to meet every slam, her voice shaking with pleasure.

Parekklisi grabbed a handful of her ass in each hand, fingers digging deep into the soft, jiggling flesh. He spread her wide open so Hephaestus could see everything—his thick cock stretching her pussy lips wide, her juices coating every inch of his shaft and dripping in messy strings down her trembling thighs. He fucked her even harder, hips snapping forward with raw power, balls slapping loudly against her swollen clit again and again.

“See that?” he growled, looking straight at Hephaestus while he kept railing her. “Your wife’s cunt is creaming all over my cock again already. She’s dripping down her thighs like a whore. You ever make her ass shake like this while you fuck her? Ever have it clap and ripple while she’s pushing back begging for more?”

Hephaestus’s hand moved faster under the apron. He finally pulled his thick, scarred cock out into the open, stroking it openly now. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the fat tip, smearing over his fist as he pumped. His eyes were glued to the sight of Parekklisi destroying his wife from behind. “No… never like this,” he admitted, voice hoarse and thick with arousal. “Keep going. Show me. Fuck her harder. I want to see everything.”

Aphrodite’s heavy tits swung and bounced heavily beneath her with every brutal thrust, the soft mounds swaying back and forth, nipples dragging and brushing teasingly against the cushions. Parekklisi reached under her, grabbing both tits in his big hands. He mauled the soft, heavy flesh roughly, squeezing hard while he kept pounding her from behind. His fingers sank deep into the warm weight, kneading and pinching both nipples at once, tugging them sharply.

“These tits are fucking perfect,” Parekklisi groaned, voice strained with effort as he slammed into her again and again. “Bouncing so nice while I wreck your pussy. Hephaestus is jerking his cock watching me stretch you out. You love that, don’t you? Love your husband seeing how wet and sloppy you get for a better cock?”

“Yes—fuck yes—” Aphrodite cried out, voice cracking. She pushed her ass back harder, meeting his thrusts, her thick cheeks rippling nonstop. Her third orgasm hit her like a wave. Her pussy clamped down tight around his cock, gushing fresh, hot wetness all over his balls and thighs. Her whole body shook violently, ass rippling and clenching as she pushed back through every pulse, milking his thick shaft greedily. Her hanging tits swayed and slapped together underneath her as she came hard, loud moans echoing off the stone walls.

Parekklisi didn’t slow down even a little. He kept fucking her straight through it, hips slamming, the wet squelching sounds turning even filthier and louder as her cum coated everything. The heavy smell of sex—her sweet arousal, sweat, and raw musk—filled the whole room, thick and unmistakable.

He kept pounding her until her shaking finally eased, then pulled out with a wet pop. He sat back on the couch and pulled her with him into a reverse cowgirl. Aphrodite straddled him backward, facing her husband completely. She reached between her legs, fingers wrapping around his slick, throbbing cock, and sank down onto it with a long, shameless moan. Her thick ass settled fully against his lap, cheeks spreading wide around him as she took every inch.

“Ride it,” Parekklisi ordered, slapping her ass hard again. The sharp smack made her flesh jiggle. “Show your husband how you fuck when you actually want it. Let him see that greedy cunt working my cock.”

Aphrodite braced her hands on his muscular thighs and started bouncing. Her thick ass rippled and clapped loudly against him with every drop, the wet sounds of her soaked pussy sliding up and down his shaft filling the air—constant, filthy squelching mixed with heavy smacks of flesh. Her heavy tits bounced wildly in front of her, swaying and jiggling heavily with every movement. Hephaestus had a perfect, unobstructed view: her flushed face twisted in pleasure, massive tits heaving and bouncing, her pussy stretched tight around another god’s thick cock.

Hephaestus was stroking faster now, fist flying over his thick, scarred cock. Pre-cum dripped steadily down his shaft. “Fuck… look at you,” he breathed, voice rough and awed. “Your tits are bouncing so much. Your ass looks incredible like that, rippling every time you slam down. Gods, you’re soaked.”

Parekklisi reached around from behind and grabbed both of Aphrodite’s tits, mauling them roughly. His hands squeezed the soft, heavy flesh, fingers digging in as he rolled and pinched her nipples. He thrust up hard to meet her bounces, driving even deeper inside her.

“Tell him,” Parekklisi growled right in her ear, loud enough for Hephaestus to hear every word. “Tell him whose cock is making you cum like this. Tell your husband how much better it feels.”

“It’s yours—fuck—your cock feels so much better,” Aphrodite panted, bouncing faster and harder. Her ass slammed down again and again, rippling heavily, cheeks clapping loud against his lap. “He never fucks me this deep. Never makes me cum this hard—never fills me like you do—”

Her fourth orgasm ripped through her. Aphrodite ground down hard on Parekklisi’s cock, hips rolling in desperate circles as her pussy pulsed and clenched violently around his thick shaft. She squirted hard, hot juices flooding out around him in messy pulses, soaking his lap, his balls, and the cushions beneath them. Her heavy tits shook violently in Parekklisi’s gripping hands, the soft, full flesh bouncing and jiggling wildly as she cried out, head thrown back against his shoulder. Her whole body trembled from head to toe, thighs quivering, ass pressed tight against him while wave after wave crashed through her.

“Fuck—yes—right there—” she gasped between broken moans, still grinding down as the orgasm dragged on.

Parekklisi kept her moving on him through every spasm, thrusting up in short, deep strokes to milk it out of her. “That’s it. Squirt all over my cock again. Let your husband see how fucking messy you get.”

Hephaestus groaned loudly from his chair, his own hand slowing a little on his thick, scarred cock as he watched his wife fall apart completely. “She’s never done that for me… never squirted like that. Gods, look at her dripping everywhere.”

Parekklisi kept her grinding slowly for a few more seconds, letting her ride out the last tremors, then lifted her off his cock with a wet pop. He stood up, turning her around in one smooth motion, and pressed her front against the cool stone wall beside the couch. Aphrodite’s heavy tits flattened against the rough surface, her hard nipples dragging on the cold stone and tightening even more from the contrast. He hooked one of her thick thighs up high with a strong arm, spreading her wide open, and thrust back inside her from behind in one hard stroke.

The angle was brutal. His thick cock drove straight up into her soaked pussy, stretching her wide again. He fucked her hard against the wall, hips snapping forward with powerful thrusts, balls slapping loudly against her with every impact. Aphrodite’s moans echoed off the stone, loud and shameless. Her thick ass rippled heavily with each slam, the soft flesh bouncing and jiggling against his pelvis. Her flattened tits dragged and bounced slightly against the wall, nipples scraping teasingly with every jolt.

“Take it,” Parekklisi grunted, voice rough and low right beside her ear. One hand reached around to maul her tit, squeezing the heavy, soft mound hard, fingers sinking deep into the warm flesh while he pinched and rolled her nipple. His other hand dropped between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit in fast, slick circles. “Your husband’s right there jerking his cock while I pump your cunt full. He’s loving every second of watching you get used like this. Look at him—stroking faster now that he can see how deep I’m hitting.”

Hephaestus had stood up and moved closer, now only a few feet away. He stroked his thick cock openly, fist pumping steadily, pre-cum dripping from the tip. His eyes were dark with raw lust, fixed completely on where Parekklisi’s cock kept disappearing into his wife’s dripping pussy again and again. “She looks so fucking good like this,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Pressed against the wall, ass rippling, tits smashed on the stone. Keep fucking her. Make her cum again. I want to see it up close.”

Aphrodite pushed back desperately against Parekklisi’s thrusts, her thick thigh trembling in his grip. “Harder—fuck me harder. He’s watching everything… seeing how you wreck me.”

Parekklisi slammed into her faster, the wet slaps echoing sharply. His hand mauled her tit roughly, squeezing and bouncing the heavy flesh while his fingers worked her clit without mercy. “Hear that? Your husband wants me to make you cum again. He’s jerking his cock to the sight of my dick stretching this married pussy. Tell him how it feels.”

“It feels so much better,” Aphrodite moaned loudly, cheek pressed to the cool wall. “Deeper… thicker… hitting spots you never reach. I’m—fuck—I’m cumming again—”

Aphrodite’s fifth orgasm crashed over her fast and intense. Her leg trembled hard in Parekklisi’s grip, pussy clamping down like a vice around his thrusting cock. She squirted again, juices gushing out around his shaft and soaking his thighs and the stone floor beneath them. She cried out loud and broken, pushing back desperately as her body shook, ass rippling with every deep thrust.

Parekklisi groaned deep in his chest. “Fuck—gonna cum.” He slammed in as deep as he could and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her pussy in heavy pulses. He kept thrusting through it, pumping load after load deep inside her, grinding and stirring it around. More and more cum kept spurting until it started leaking out around his cock, running down her thighs in thick white streams.

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried deep, grinding slow and filthy circles, letting her feel his cock twitch and stir the mess inside her. The wet, squelching sounds were loud and obscene. Then he finally stepped back, letting his cock slip free with a messy pop. A heavy flood of his cum poured out of Aphrodite’s gaping, swollen pussy, running down her legs in thick, pearly streams that splattered onto the floor.

Aphrodite slid down the wall a little, legs shaky, breathing hard and ragged. Cum dripped steadily from her wrecked hole onto the stone. Her tits were red and marked from being pressed against the rough surface, her ass covered in red handprints from earlier slaps.

Parekklisi looked over at Hephaestus, breathing steadying. “Your turn to watch the rest. She’s still not done.”

He pulled Aphrodite back to the couch on weak legs and laid her on her back again, spreading her thick thighs wide. He climbed between them and slid back inside her cum-filled pussy with a loud, wet squelch. The mix of her juices and his load made everything slippery and filthy. This time he fucked her slower but deep, rolling his hips so his cock ground against her clit with every thrust. His hands never left her tits—cupping the heavy mounds, squeezing them together, mauling the soft flesh while he watched them bounce and sway with his movements.

“Feel all that cum inside you?” Parekklisi murmured, voice low and filthy. “I pumped so much into this married cunt. Your husband’s watching it leak out every time I pull back.”

Aphrodite moaned, arching her back, pushing her tits harder into his hands. “Yes… so full… keep fucking it deeper into me.”

He kept the slow, grinding pace, hands kneading and pinching her nipples, making her heavy tits jiggle. Aphrodite came again—smaller this time, but still shaking hard—her pussy milking his cock greedily, pushing out more of the mixed mess around his shaft. Parekklisi groaned loud and came a second time, pumping even more thick ropes of hot cum deep inside her until it was overflowing, leaking steadily from her stretched hole with every thrust.

Hephaestus was right beside them now, standing close enough to smell everything. His scarred hand flew over his thick cock, stroking furiously, eyes glued to the messy creampie leaking out of his wife’s pussy. “Fuck… she’s so full,” Hephaestus groaned, voice strained. “I can see it dripping out every time you move. So much cum…”

Parekklisi pulled out one last time with a wet sound and stepped back, breathing hard, his cock still half-hard and shiny. Aphrodite lay there completely spent, legs spread obscenely wide, cum pouring steadily from her wrecked, gaping pussy onto the cushions. Her body glistened with sweat, heavy tits heaving with every breath, thighs trembling.

Hephaestus couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low, guttural grunt he stepped closer and came hard, thick ropes of his own cum splattering across Aphrodite’s tits and soft belly. She moaned softly at the warm feeling, reaching down lazily to rub some of it into her skin, smearing it over her nipples.

Parekklisi wiped his cock casually on the edge of the couch and straightened his robes. “That’s what real satisfaction looks like,” he said calmly, glancing between them. “Talk about it later. Or don’t. Either way, she knows what she needs now.”

He gave Aphrodite’s thigh one last firm squeeze, fingers digging into the soft, sweat-slick flesh, then slipped out of the chamber without another word. The heavy bronze door clicked shut behind him, leaving the married couple completely alone with the thick, heady smell of sex that hung in the air like fog—sweet arousal, sweat, musk, and the unmistakable tang of fresh cum.

Hephaestus stood there for a long moment, his thick, scarred cock still half-hard and twitching against his thigh. He stared down at his thoroughly fucked wife sprawled on the ruined couch. Aphrodite looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, flushed and glowing with satisfaction. Thick streaks of Parekklisi’s cum covered her heavy tits and soft belly, more of it still leaking slowly from her swollen, gaping pussy onto the cushions below. Her hair was a wild mess, thighs shiny and trembling, red handprints marking her ass and hips.

“Come here,” she whispered, voice husky and raw from all the screaming. She spread her legs a little wider, reaching down to part her puffy pussy lips with two fingers, showing him the messy creampie still oozing out. “Clean me up… or fuck me with his cum still inside. Your choice.”

Hephaestus swallowed hard, throat working. The shame and lust twisting in his gut made his cock twitch again, hardening fully. Without a word he dropped to his knees between her spread thighs.

His scarred hands gripped her thick legs firmly and pushed them even wider apart, exposing her completely. Her pussy was a total mess—swollen deep red, lips puffy and open, gaping slightly from the brutal fucking she’d taken. Thick white cum still leaked out in slow, obscene drips, running down toward her ass and pooling on the cushions. The smell hit him hard: her familiar sweet arousal mixed with Parekklisi’s thicker, muskier load.

He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up her entire slit, tasting the warm, salty-bitter mix of another god’s cum blended with her juices. Aphrodite moaned softly, low and satisfied, her fingers sliding into his messy hair and gripping tight.

“That’s it,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “Taste what he left inside me. He pumped so much cum in there—two huge loads. I can still feel it deep.”

Hephaestus groaned loudly against her cunt, the vibration making her hips twitch. He licked deeper, pushing his tongue inside her used hole, scooping out more of the warm, creamy load. Wet, filthy sucking sounds filled the chamber as he worked—lapping, swallowing, sucking noisily on her clit before diving back in. His thick cock throbbed hard between his legs, leaking fresh pre-cum onto the floor.

“Fuck… he really filled you up,” Hephaestus muttered, pulling back just enough to speak. Cum and her wetness glistened on his lips and chin, dripping down his scarred jaw. “I can taste every drop he shot into you. Your pussy is wrecked—loose, sloppy, still twitching. He stretched you out so much.”

Aphrodite rolled her hips against his face, smearing the messy mix across his mouth and nose. “He fucked me better than you have in ages. Five times I came on his cock—hard. You saw how my ass was shaking, how my tits were bouncing while he railed me against that wall. My legs up, tits smashed on the stone, squirting all over the floor while you jerked off watching.”

Hephaestus’s response was to bury his face deeper, sucking hard on her swollen clit while two thick fingers pushed inside her cum-filled pussy. He stirred the mess around deliberately, curling his fingers against her walls and scooping out more of Parekklisi’s load onto his tongue. The wet, squelching noises grew louder and filthier. Aphrodite’s thick thighs trembled around his head, squeezing tight as pleasure built again.

She came again—smaller this time, but still strong—her pussy clenching and fluttering around his fingers, pushing out even more of the creamy load onto his eager tongue. Aphrodite moaned long and low, back arching, one hand fisting his hair as her hips jerked against his mouth.

Hephaestus kept licking and sucking until she was twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly with every pass of his tongue. Only then did he pull back, breathing hard, face shiny with their combined mess. His cock was rock hard again, thick and veined, the fat head shiny with pre-cum and flushed dark.

He grabbed Aphrodite’s wide hips and flipped her onto her stomach on the couch, yanking her ass up high. “Stay just like that,” he growled, voice rough with need. “Ass up. I want to fuck you full of his cum.”

Aphrodite arched her back obediently, pushing her thick ass higher, knees spread wide. Hephaestus lined up his thick cock and thrust in hard. The wet squelch was loud and immediate—Parekklisi’s loads making her pussy incredibly sloppy and easy. Hephaestus groaned deep in his chest as he bottomed out, feeling the warm, thick cum get pushed around his shaft and squeezed out around the base.

“Gods, he stretched you out,” he panted, starting to thrust in long, powerful strokes. “Your cunt is so fucking loose and wet right now. All because of him. I can feel his cum sloshing inside you with every thrust.”

Aphrodite pushed her ass back to meet his strokes, her thick cheeks rippling and jiggling against his hips. “He was thicker. Hit so much deeper. While you were watching and jerking your cock like a desperate mortal, he made me squirt all over the floor. Twice. My tits were bouncing everywhere, my ass clapping so loud while he pounded me.”

Hephaestus fucked her harder, hips snapping forward with growing force. The sounds turned completely filthy—wet slaps of skin on skin, constant loud squelching as his cock churned through the massive creampie, her moans mixing with his deep grunts. He reached around and grabbed one of her heavy tits, mauling it roughly, fingers sinking deep into the soft, swaying flesh as it hung beneath her. His other hand slapped her ass hard, watching the thick cheek jiggle and redden.

“You loved it,” he said, voice rough and strained. “Loved him pounding this married pussy while I sat there stroking. Tell me again how many times you came on his cock. Tell me how much better he fucked you.”

“Five… maybe six,” Aphrodite gasped, pushing back faster, slamming her ass against him. “Every single position. He had me riding him reverse so you could see everything—my tits bouncing wildly, my ass clapping loud on his lap. Then against the wall with my leg hooked up high, fucking me like I belonged to him. He came inside me twice. Filled me so full I’m still leaking his cum all over your cock right now.”

Hephaestus’s hips snapped harder, pounding into her with raw, desperate need. The cum inside Aphrodite was getting churned into a frothy, messy cream around his thick shaft, leaking out in messy streams with every heavy thrust and dripping down her trembling thighs onto the cushions. He reached under her, grabbing her other heavy tit, squeezing both of the soft, swaying mounds hard from underneath while he railed her. His fingers pinched and rolled her nipples roughly, tugging them as her tits bounced and slapped together with the force of his strokes.

“I’m gonna cum again,” he groaned, voice breaking with shame and lust. “Gonna add my load to his.”

“Do it,” Aphrodite moaned, pushing her thick ass back desperately to meet him. “Fill me with both of you. Mix it all up inside me.”

He slammed in deep one final time and came with a loud, guttural grunt. Thick ropes of his own hot cum pumped into her already overflowing pussy, pulse after pulse joining Parekklisi’s loads. Hephaestus kept thrusting through it, grinding deep as he emptied himself completely. When he finally pulled out with a wet, obscene sound, a huge gush of mixed seed poured out of her wrecked hole—thick, white, and creamy—running down her legs in heavy streams and soaking the couch beneath her.

They collapsed together on the ruined cushions, breathing hard. Aphrodite turned onto her back and pulled him close, her body glistening with sweat and streaks of cum. Her heavy tits pressed warmly against his scarred chest, nipples still hard and sensitive. Hephaestus rested his head between them, one rough hand idly fondling the soft, heavy weight of one breast, thumb brushing lazily over the nipple.

After a long minute of just catching their breath, he spoke quietly, voice rough. “I hated how much I liked watching him fuck you.”

Aphrodite ran her fingers slowly through his messy hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp. “I know. But you came harder than I’ve seen in centuries. Twice. And you ate his cum out of me like you couldn’t get enough.”

Hephaestus gave a rough, self-mocking laugh, his breath warm against her skin. “Didn’t expect that. The way your ass rippled when he slapped it… how your tits bounced every time he thrust. The sounds you made—those loud, shameless moans. I’ve never seen you like that. Not with me.”

She smiled, tired but deeply satisfied, tracing a finger along one of the scars on his shoulder. “Because he actually fucked me. Not just stuck it in, finished quick, and went back to the forge. He made me feel wanted. Used. Full. Like my body actually mattered to him.”

Hephaestus stayed quiet for a moment, still fondling her tit, watching the soft flesh shift under his hand. Deep down he knew the truth—this “therapy” was never going to fix their marriage for long. Aphrodite had always preferred Ares, with his raw aggression and endless stamina. And now Parekklisi? She clearly wanted him most of all. This session felt more like twisted charity from the deviant god—letting the lame smith watch and participate in the sloppy seconds after he’d creampied her thoroughly. Still, the heat of it lingered in his blood.

The brazier crackled softly in the corner. The whole chamber reeked of sex—thick sweat, drying cum, Aphrodite’s sweet floral arousal, and Hephaestus’s smoky forge musk. Her thick thighs were sticky with the mixed loads, her pussy still slowly leaking onto the cushions. Hephaestus traced lazy circles around one of her nipples, watching it tighten again under his touch.

“Think he’ll do this again?” he asked, almost hesitant, voice low.

Aphrodite looked at him, her eyes honest but not cruel. “If we want. This was supposed to be therapy, right? Fixing what’s broken between us. Seems like it worked… in a way. You got to see me cum like that. Got to fuck me right after he filled me. 

Hephaestus nodded slowly, a flicker of pain crossing his scarred face, but his cock twitched against her thigh at the filthy honesty. “Yeah. I figured. This was more like charity from him—letting the crippled husband watch and clean up after a real fuck. Twisted… but I still got hard as iron watching it.”

Aphrodite’s eyes lit up with fresh heat. She reached down between them and wrapped her soft fingers around his thickening cock, stroking slowly, smearing the leftover mess along his shaft. “You liked seeing him maul my tits while he fucked me from behind. Liked hearing him slap my ass and call me out for creaming on a better cock. Admit it.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, voice low and rough. “I did. Every second.”

She guided him on top of her again, spreading her legs wide. This time it was slower, more intimate. Hephaestus lined up and slid back into her cum-filled pussy with a long, deep groan. The mix of their loads made everything slick and warm, squelching softly as he sank in to the hilt. They fucked like that for a long time—deep, steady strokes, her strong legs wrapped around his waist, her heavy tits pressed and squished against his chest. He ground against her with every thrust, savoring the filthy warmth.

Aphrodite clung to him, moaning softly into his ear. “Feel how sloppy I am? That’s him… and you now.” She came once more, softer this time, her pussy fluttering and milking him as she held him close, nails digging lightly into his back.

Hephaestus followed soon after, groaning her name as he added one last load deep inside her, hips jerking with the final pulses.

When they finally separated, Aphrodite lay sprawled on the ruined couch, thoroughly used and glowing with satisfaction. Her body was a beautiful mess—cum streaked across her tits and belly, leaking steadily from her swollen pussy, thighs shiny, skin flushed and marked. Hephaestus sat beside her, catching his breath, one hand resting possessively on her thick thigh, thumb stroking the soft skin.

Parekklisi’s words from earlier echoed in both their minds. The “therapy” had cracked something open between them—something raw, filthy, and surprisingly honest, even if it wouldn’t last.

Outside the chamber, far down the winding corridors of Olympus, Parekklisi walked with a satisfied smirk on his face. He could already feel the next invitation coming. The Queen of Love and the God of the Forge weren’t going to stay satisfied for long.