After tilting his body off of the stretcher sized blade and onto his much more comfortable bed, the blade as well as the tiny dagger which controlled it both broke up into a puff of cinder and smoke.  Gone in only moments after Hephaestus' considerable weight was removed from it.<br/><br/>As she rubbed his body he laid there unstirring.  Lost in himself and whatever deep slumber his imprisonment had left him in.  All the contact and warmth and nearness did seem to increase his response to his daughter.  Once she was nuded and straddled him, pushing his body deep into her own, he didnt seem to react other than the slight shifting of his weight with her thrusts.  Almost immediately afterwards, though, two candleabras on either side of the room lit up with a slight puffing sound.  A slight breeze was generated which blew around the room blowing the sheets and her discarded dress and her hair up as his power seemed to be flexing.<br/><br/>It took awhile for anything else to happen.  Calista had to ride him for what must have seemed like forever before part of him lost deep within himself began to shudder back to life.  Motes of light began to appear around them floating gently in a swirling circle around them.  Finally the flickering golden lights grew and strobbed with more intensity before finally coalessing into a great crecendo of ichor, destroying the bed they laid on and laying into disarray the entire room.<br/><br/>Hephaestus' hand raised up, one on each of Calista's lovely buttocks as he finally seemed to respond to what was happening.  Seemingly startled, he gazed about himself slightly disoriented, though his hands instinctively knew where they wanted to be.  "Where... what's happened?" he asked as his head turned, scanning the ruins of the room they were in.