Tsubaki arched her back further as Damien spanked her and continued to dig deep inside her—fast, strong, deep.
"Ahhh... Yes, Damien. Do not stop. Yes... I love it."
She screamed harder as he continued to thrust. She enjoyed every second of it. She loved anything related to being fucked by him.
When she started to cum, she shouted, "Yes... I love you. I love you, Damien."
He responded by cumming deep inside her. He loved her too, and the amount of semen released inside her showed it.
She fell face first onto her office desk, her ass leaking cum from earlier and her pussy still leaking cum from now.
"You have destroyed every part of me." She turned to face him, breathless. "I hate to say it... but you really own this body, Damien."
He smiled and moved to give her a kiss on the mouth. "Yes, I do. And I own a lot of girls. That is just how special I am." He pulled back slightly. "But you know what you are special in?"
She laughed. "Was I the first one you fucked anally?"
"No, unfortunately, Aisha lives for anal. Instead, your specialty is that you are a lovely woman. One who always cares about my safety and fixes my armor and repairs my weapons."
He grinned.
"Actually... do you really care about my safety? Or do you just hope I get my armor fucked up so you can fist and fuck me senseless?"
Tsubaki grinned back. "Maybe both?"
They laughed together.
"All right, I am going to head out now. I need to catch a shower." Damien pretended to sniff her office. "You two... your office smells like a sex nympho was getting railed tonight."
Tsubaki laughed. "SHE WAS!"
As he turned to leave, she shouted, "Oh! Do not forget to visit Hephaestus tonight, okay! She was really excited. If you disappoint her, I am going to cut off your cock!"
Damien laughed as he unlocked the door and stepped out. "Yeah, of course I will not."
He headed back home.
....
Damien took a nice long shower, dressed well, and even used some perfumery spells to get into a good mood. He had learned such spells from Riveria....not that it amounted to much. He was still horrible at normal spells.
He headed to Hephaestus's home. Usually, there was a guard at her door. Today, there were none. He invited himself in. He already had shadows around her place, so he did not need to worry about anything. As he entered, he climbed the stairs directly to her office. He entered it, and as expected, it was empty.
He smiled.
He knew where she was. The room across the office. Her bedroom. No one was allowed in it. But today, he was.
He entered.
The mood was different. Few candles lit all over the place. A nice bottle of wine sat beside a bottle of Ambrosia, two cups next to the bedside table. He smiled as he saw her.
She stood at the end of the room, looking out at the city. She wore a nice red lingerie....a delicate web of lace and silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. The fabric was deep crimson, almost the color of embers, with thin straps that traced the lines of her shoulders and dipped low between her breasts. The cups were sheer, teasing, leaving little to the imagination. Matching lace framed her hips, cutting high to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs. Her toned ass, plump and sexy, faced him, the red fabric hugging every contour.
She was not looking his way. She only spoke, still facing the window.
"I have never... been with a man. You know that?"
Damien's response was quick. "Hard to believe with the way you look. Your body. Your face. Your personality. Everything about you... it is perfect to me." He paused. "Perhaps the gods are as stupid as I had thought."
She smiled. But she still refused to face him. She drank from her cup.
"Everyone despised me in heaven. They all had powers. No need for my weapons when you have godly power." Her voice was quiet. "It was only here that I gained respect. Yet... I could see it behind their eyes. Their disgust toward me. Their hatred of my curse." She set the cup down. "In my entire life, the only person to never shy away or be disgusted by me was Hestia. She was a real friend. A good soul who loved all."
Damien stepped closer. "I could not imagine otherwise. But scars do not define us. They are a part of us. I have many scars on my body. Never did I consider them a shame. and you shouldn't too" He paused. "I do not know the exact way you were treated. But hating someone for something they cannot change is shallow and horrible. If the gods cannot see beyond appearance, then it is their loss." He stopped behind her. "I am here to claim a goddess like you. To love you back the same way you did me. No scar will ever make me shy away."
Hephaestus's voice trembled. "Bold of you to speak such words without seeing my scar. Many have said the same... then ran away as soon as I turned."
"I will not. Because I am different. In everything." His voice was firm. "I will rule these gods and correct them. Or erase them. That is how I am. I do not judge by appearance, and I never will. No curse shall stand in my way. Or yours."
She smiled again. "Do you promise... that you at least will not run away?"
"I promise you. I will never run away."
She nodded.
Finally, she turned to face him.
And he saw her scar.
On the surface, it looked like a normal disfigured eye....burned, the eye itself still functional, but everything around it was scarred in an abnormal, twisted way. The flesh around her left eye was a map of old burns, the skin melted and reformed in patterns that should not exist.
Then it hit him.
A STRONG curse. Nothing normal. It was not the scar that was disgusting, but the curse itself. It tried to invade his mind, his skin, get under him. It reached for him, hungry, ancient, vile.
But suddenly, he shocked her.
His irises turned multicolored. The scar disintegrated. Not the flesh, not the mark...but the curse. It was dismantled and destroyed instantly.
He spoke. "Beautiful. Honestly. Even better without that eyepatch over your eye."
Hephaestus stared at him, shocked, shaking, her eyes watering.
"You mean it?"
He did not answer with words.
He rushed toward her. He did not even have time to appreciate her body's beauty. He gave her a kiss. Deep, long, passionate. It lasted far more than she expected.
When he stopped, he said, "Curses once used to affect me. But not now. I am immune to cheap tricks of magic."
He looked directly at her eye and kissed it.
"This curse is my objective now. I shall try to find a way to remove it from you." He cupped her face. "You do not deserve such pain. You do not deserve this. Not you. Not such a beautiful soul."
She cried.
She hugged him, laid on his chest, her body trembling.
"You... really meant it. You are not running away."
He hugged her back. "I am known as a very promiscuous man. But I do not run away from a goddess who desires me. Especially a beautiful one like you." He tilted her chin up. "My love."
She raised her eyes to face him. "Your love?"
"Yes. My love. I mean every word." His voice was soft. "Since the day I saw you, I liked you then. I liked you more and more. And now... I love you."
He rubbed her tears away.
"Do not cry. Be happy. I will forever be yours... if you are to be mine."
She hugged him harder, showing a side of her no one had ever seen. Her hidden feminine side. The side that desired a chest to cry on. Someone to be weak next to.
"I will be yours forever as well, Damien. I love you too." Her voice broke. "Thank you for loving me back. For choosing to be with someone as scarred as I am. As ugly as I am."
He raised her face to meet his.
"Never say that again. There is nothing about you that is ugly. To me, you are nothing less than gorgeous. Beautiful. Everything."
He placed his hands on her hips.
"And I shall prove it." He looked into her eyes. "Will you allow me?"
She nodded, tears still streaming.
"Yes. Of course I will." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Take me. Please."
He smiled.
"With pleasure."
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