"OOOOHHH YEEEAAAAHHH BABY, YES, MAKE ME YOURSSSS."
While Akhon and Hephaestus worked, elsewhere on Olympus, a married goddess and a god of war were having passionate sex to the point of resembling animals in heat.
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The sight was breathtaking, the once white and pristine sheets now splattered with the constant dripping of vaginal juices and male cum. The goddess who was commonly known as Aphrodite was face down on the mattress, her heart-shaped ass raised so her lover could penetrate her better. And who was the lover?
None other than the god of war, Ares.
After all, this was nothing new: the two gods had cultivated a dangerous habit, meeting in secret week after week to indulge in days of pure passion.
Their romance had begun long ago, almost inevitably. Aphrodite, although married to Hephaestus, the blacksmith god, had not found in him the burning fire she desired. Ares, on the other hand, had always felt an irresistible attraction to the goddess of beauty. At first, their encounters were simple exchanges of glances and whispered words in the golden corridors of Olympus, but soon, desire grew like an uncontrollable fire. They couldn't resist. One night, in a forgotten room of the heavenly palace, they sealed their fate with a furtive kiss that marked the beginning of their forbidden adventures.
Aware of the risk of being discovered, Aphrodite meticulously planned each encounter. She knew that Hephaestus, devoted to his craft, used to leave Olympus one day a week to work in the mortal world or in other divine forges. It was during these absences that Aphrodite and Ares could meet without fear.
However, this time something had changed. Hephaestus had not left as usual, remaining in his workshop on Olympus, busy with some secret task. Worried that her husband might discover her betrayal, Aphrodite turned to Akhon. It was not a random choice: Akhon, unlike other gods, had no close ties or deep alliances with the rest of Olympus. This distance made him the safest option, someone who would not be questioned or betray her trust.
So Aphrodite asked Akhon to approach the blacksmith god, offering to help him with his tasks. She knew that if Hephaestus immersed himself even more in his work, he would remain distracted, focused on his creations, and would not suspect Aphrodite's absence. While Hephaestus forged his works in the company of Achon, the goddess and the god of war could once again give themselves over to their clandestine passion, enveloped in the sweet danger that always accompanied their forbidden love.
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"OOOOHHH YEAAAAHHHHH BABYY, KEEP IT LIKE THAT!!" screamed the goddess, driven mad by the thrusts of her lover's member, while he, with a neutral expression, continued to penetrate her, using the goddess's hips as support, increasing the rhythm of his hips more and more, which made the goddess's buttocks shake and bounce more and more, while Ares pistoned her, in and out, in and out.
"Hnngghhh-! CUMMINNGGG!!" said the goddess as her legs moved uncontrollably from the contained orgasm that was now being released, leaving her with a strange smiling expression on her face, her tongue hanging out, emphasizing the pleasure she felt in an expression of ahegao.
(Meanwhile, in the Forge...)
Hours passed amid hammers, furnaces, and steam. Akhon, though accustomed to physical challenges, felt sweat running down his back, the heat biting his skin. He did not complain; inside, he enjoyed the task, the almost sacred ritual that was the creation of a sword.
When the blade was formed, Hephaestus gestured for it to be cooled. Akhon, following the protocol he had learned, plunged the sword into the tub of water. The metal hissed and smoked on contact, trembling briefly before solidifying into its final form.
Hephaestus took the still-smoking sword, inspected it by turning it slowly under the light of the forge, and then, without a word, handed it to Akhon.
"It is yours," he said in a deep voice. "You have shown respect for the art. Not all young gods can say the same."
Akhon, surprised by the gesture, received the sword with both hands. As soon as his fingers closed around the forged hilt, a subtle blue flash crossed his vision, followed by a soft tinkling sound, almost imperceptible to any other ear.
A notification appeared in front of him, suspended in the air, visible only to his eyes:
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📜 [Equipped item: Sword of the Eternal Forge 🔥⚔️!]
Rarity: Epic ✨
Type: Melee weapon (Longsword) 🗡️
Bonuses:
➤ +15 Strength 💪
➤ +10 Accuracy 🎯
➤ +8 Endurance 🛡️
Passive Effect:
🔥 "Hephaestus' Edge" – Each successful hit has a 5% chance to completely ignore the target's defense.
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Akhon blinked, processing the data in front of him. He felt a rush of energy coursing through his veins: his strength became more solid, his control more precise, and his senses sharpened like a freshly honed blade.
There was no doubt about it, the Sword of the Eternal Forge was a true treasure, not just a simple weapon.
With a slight smile on his face, Akhon performed a solemn bow.
"Thank you for your generosity, Master Hephaestus."
Hephaestus responded with a satisfied grunt, wiping his forehead with a soot-blackened rag.
At that moment, a barely perceptible sound interrupted the concentrated stillness of the forge. Light, almost inaudible footsteps approached. Akhon looked up just in time to see Aphrodite cross the threshold, her silhouette outlined against the fiery glow of the flames.
The goddess looked as she always did: dazzling, impossible to ignore—or rather, she wanted him to find her impossible to ignore. Her silk dress seemed to float around her body, moving in time with her steps. Her lips formed a slight, almost innocent smile, but her eyes... her eyes conveyed a different message.
Aphrodite shot Akhon a brief, meaningful glance. She didn't need words. Akhon, accustomed to interpreting nuances in battle and divine diplomacy, understood immediately: he must leave. His task was done.
"I see you're busy, my husband," said Aphrodite casually, approaching the center of the forge, where Hephaestus was cleaning his tools with Spartan dedication. "I just stopped by to see how your latest creation was coming along."
Hephaestus barely looked up, his concentration fixed on his work.
"A new sword," he said tersely. "Akhon has forged it under my tutelage. The boy has shown skill."
Aphrodite smiled, though her eyes remained fixed on Akhon. It was a perfectly measured smile: not too warm to arouse suspicion, not too cold to appear disinterested.
Akhon bowed respectfully, hiding any emotion that might betray the truth behind his presence there.
"My lady," he greeted her with just the right amount of formality, following the act.
"Don't stand there on my account," Aphrodite replied, waving her hand lightly. "In fact, I don't want to interrupt the work between men."
Hephaestus, completely absorbed in the process of sharpening another tool, barely muttered an acknowledgment.
Akhon knew this was his chance. Holding the sword he had forged firmly, he bowed his head one last time.
"Thank you for your teachings, Master Hephaestus. I hope I can honor them," he said in a firm, sincere voice.
The blacksmith god nodded with a grunt of approval, never taking his eyes off his whetstone.
With measured steps, Akhon made his way to the exit. As he crossed the threshold, he felt one last glance from Aphrodite burning his back, like a silent warning that his service would not be forgotten. And then, the door to the forge closed behind him, leaving behind the heat, the clanging of hammers... and whatever it was the goddess had been working on.
Outside, the cool air of Olympus hit his face like a blessing. Akhon took a deep breath, letting the scent of divine flowers clear the smoke and sweat of the forge from his senses.
As he walked outside, another small notification 💬 flashed briefly on his interface:
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🔔 Ding!
[🔴 Mission "Distract the Blacksmith"— Successfully Completed! 🎉]
Rewards applied.
Strength ⚔️ +58
Willpower 🛡️ +50
Authority 🧱 +23
🔓 Unlocked skill: [🎭 Divine Actor] — Allows you to improve the art of acting, controlled deception, and manipulation of emotions during high-risk social interactions.
✨ +2000 Divine Exp gained.
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He couldn't help but smile slightly. However, an expression of doubt and betrayal formed on his face. The god had welcomed him and taught him his art, and what had he done? He had lied, all so that the witch of Aphrodite could carry out her schemes in secret.
Speaking of which, the god couldn't help but wonder what the goddess had been up to in his absence.