Lame, with harsh features, brooding eyes, a wiry beard crackling with flame, and ropy muscles, the god mortals call Hephaestus is nobody's idea of perfection. Indeed, far from it. A lingering odor of burnt solder clings to him, adding to his manly stench of sweat and musk. His bed is narrow and lonely, his sheets filled with soot and regret.<br><br>Blacksmith to Olympus, he hides from his kin on an island in the Mediterranean, commissioned to forge a hero's sword from unbreakable metal. But a brief tryst with a minor water god distracts him. Aean is everything Hephaestus is not -- young, beautiful, sexy. He stirs in Hephaestus a savage lust the smith has never felt before.<br><br>Now Hephaestus wants Aean for his own, and he won't rest until the water god is his.

To Love a God

“Where are you going?” A cool hand twists


around Hephaestus’s bad leg, snagging him like a prized fish. With


one quick tug, Aean has him on the ground. The grass is rough


against Hephaestus’s dick, and before he can turn over to fight,


Hephaestus tries to buck the water god off


but Aean holds on tight. “In Zeus’s name, get off!”


He feels Aean grin against his ear. “I plan


Fear stabs through Hephaestus like ice. The


mountain stirs, the forges churning in its heart as their fires


turn molten. He’s never been taken before. He’s always been the one


in control, and he isn’t about to give that up to some minor deity.


“No,” he says as Aean bears down on him. “No,” as Aean uses his own


legs to spread Hephaestus’s wide. “No,” when the cool head of


Aean’s cock pushes against Hephaestus’s clenched buttocks.


His denial is ripped from him as the wet dick


slides easily inside. There is no pain—Aean is well lubricated, his


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