Hephaestus kissed as deeply from his daughter's lips as he had drank from the goblet.  His tongue pressing into her mouth to caress her tongue.  The sweet, wet sensation of it all so overwelming.  She teased him further pressing her face into his groin before finally releasing him from the confines of his clothing.  He was a large man.  His body was huge and rounded, though all of it was solid muscle from the centuries he had spent working ur metals into weapons and miracles for the immortals.  Even his length was quite large for someone as petite as his loving daughter to handle, but she always managed to work her own miracles with him.  His large fingers played through her gossamyr soft hair as he watched her labor lovingly for him to soothe his troubled mind and spirit.<br/><br/>Sometimes Hephaestus couldnt understand why Calista was still with him.  The life of an immortal was troubling.  Intense emotions over and over in ones head... the very enviroment mirrored these troubled storms and manifesting lava and tsunamis if an immortal couldnt maintain thier own discipline.  Young immortals were routinely secreted far away from dense human populations in hidden tropical paradises for the first century or two of life, just to allow them to figure themselves out.  As an immortal aged, they grew exponentially more powerful as well as more emotional.  In other words both the chances and the outcome of these risks became more and more deadly as the centuries passed.<br/><br/>Calista was beautiful... and powerful for being so young.  She probably had over a thousand years of carefree immortality to live before having to become concerned about her effects on the mortal world.  She could have it all... men, power, riches, pretty things, ultimate knowledge... and yet she repeatedly chose to stay with him.  Aphrodite had been her mother but thier marriage had been arranged.  She had never been happy with him... or if she was even for the briefest time, she never let him know it.  She had been unfaithful with him on many occasions.  That she finally got fed up with life and just unmade herself the way she did seemed to be the ultimate abandonment of him... like even the shell of an arranged marriage... the great coupling of the concepts of craftmanship and art had been only a sham... the useful were only useful and the beautiful could only be beautiful.  But then there was Calista which seemed to prove the dicotamy could be true.<br/><br/>Such thoughts filled Hephaestus' furrowed mind as he settled back and let his daughter minister to him in so personal a manner.