Hephaestus seemed shocked that her and Ares werent on speaking terms.  This couldnt be.  It always seemed they had some kind of rapport which the fire immortal could only envy.  He felt isolated and alone most times... with only Calista as his sole envoy to the outside world.  He was tragic and flawed... alone among the immortals as such.  Although every other immortal was free to dally as they desired with other immortals or mortals... Hephaestus only desired two women his entire millinium spanning lifetime.  These were, of course, his departed wife Aphrodite and his loving daughter Calista.<br/><br/>Kissing her passionately, his hands sliding over her lovely, creamy skin.  He only ever felt loved in this world when she touched him this way.  The troubles of his recent history since Hermes and Calista had freed him from his prison seemed to melt away from his.  His troubled brow unknotting for the first time in hours as he had tried to trace his steps and find out what clue he had been following when everything had happened to him.  Even as she descended him, Hephaestus' hard, strong hands continued to stroke and touch her.  Pulling her hair out of his way so he could watch and allowing his hand to pet over her from the base of her neak to her lovely, rounded buttocks.  He sighed over and over as he felt himself slowly beginning to unwind and respond to her.  For the first time in so long he almost forgot the self afflicted burden he felt in protecting the immortals, mankind, and most especially his daughter.<br/><br/>It took her quite awhile... seeing how his mind was as troubled as it was for her to bring him such pleasure.  He would always worry and wonder if he was doing enough to protect those he was charged to protect.  Crying out as he finally released into her mouth.  The ichor which coalesed around them wasnt nearly as overpowering, since it hadnt been long ago when she had pleased him last... releasing him from his tupor.  This had a beneifit in that it didnt destroy the one bed they had still left to bear them rest.  Moaning as his breathing drug in and out of him... his fingers playing over her skin and her hair enjoying every inch of her he could touch.<br/><br/>Finally he seemed to be recovering, he guided her to lay close to him.  Her naked body pressed against his barely clad one which took up so much of the bed.  Kissing the top of her head as his arm around her pulled her closer as he could.  "Thank you, little one.  I feel so much better.  Are you okay?  Is there anything I can do for you?"  He wanted to make sure she was at peace as he was.  The effects of what she had done for him as well as the powerful ambrosia seeped wine were finally having an effect on him.  Relaxed and satified and a bit intoxicated with Calista's flesh pressed against him, he truely was an immortal in heaven.