Hearing her primal scream... feeling her body roll and clench him over and over... it was such a heady feeling.  His need for her like flames fanned even higher.  In fact, the fires of the pit reacted in synch with him again almost instantly and blazed hotter and brighter then they had at any other time... alighting the chamber with upward cast shadows as if a spotlight the size of a colluseum exploded its light upward.  His gaze even hardened further as she called over her shoulder and called him old man.  He really hated it when she called him that, but it immediately did exactly what she expected.<br/><br/>Calista had just removed his struts, so he was effectively lame once more.  This was a personal state he only allowed himself to be in when he was alone... or with Calista, of course.  He was strong enough, though, to compensate for this.  One hand slipped through her hair... enjoying it snow white texture and the way it seemed to enrapture any other man who gazed upon it.  Gripping her head, he pushed her down causing her to arch her body... giving what part of his length that was burried inside of her a slight twist.  He smiled an almost predatory look as he grunted his pleasure.  Sex was very intense among the immortals, it was a primary instinct and was known to be nigh unquenchable among the males of Immortals.  Usually Hephaestus kept a more placid state most of the time when enjoying time with his daughter, but she had purposefully ignited his deeper lust.  Such a yoke was very heavy indeed.<br/><br/>The other of Hephaestus' hands kept a hard hold onto her slight waist.  Letting his rough touch waunder over her so soft skin of her buttock, he gripped her and began to lift her body himself.  Hephaestus began to personally take control of her motions.  Lifting her and letting her settle down with gravities pull.  He began moving her loins quickly... up and down his length... letting thier momentum build meaning that each time he lifted her higher she fell that much lower... a bit more of his length slipping into her body.<br/><br/>Opening his Vision, Hephaestus couldnt resist... wanting to see thier connection.  Calista would only percieve a radiating warmth over her lower body as he studdied thier bodies emeshment.  His daughter's lovely female vessel sloped gently looking like a very slender wine glass.  His length and width were much larger than the space she had inside of herself.  Calista's thin body had to compensate... stretching painfully to allow his passage.  Unable to resist his mounting excitment he upped the tempo.  Moving her body very quickly and and down his length.  His hand in her hair balled up unconsciencely, probably pulling even more on it.<br/><br/>Every immortal had a subconscience need to dominate.  Some acted on this most of the time, and some like Hephaestus surpressed this most of the time.  Well, right now, Hephaestus needed this... and just as Calista had planned... his horrible argument with his uncle Hades was all but forgotten to him right then.