Forbidden Love

Chapter 14

Vulcan slowly slid his hand up Peitho’s leg to the juncture of her thighs. He gently parted them and began to massage her center with the pad of his thumb. He could already feel her becoming wet for him. His mouth watered as his mind began to wander to the thought of tasting her sweetness. Vulcan watched as Peitho’s eyes widened at the feel of his touch. She slowly began to tremble, and her face became flushed. He then slid a finger inside of her. Peitho let out a small gasp as he did so. Vulcan glanced up. A look of concern etched across his face.

“Are you alright, Dolce Mia?” he asked. Through her lashes, Peitho peered up at him and replied with an “Mmmm” and a sweet smile. Vulcan let a little laugh escape him as he shook his head with a smile.

“Let me know if I’m going too fast, Dolce,” Peitho nodded as she closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his finger inside of her. She nodded as she closed her eyes and arched her back in an attempt to drive his finger deeper into her warmth. Vulcan smiled at Peitho’s eagerness to feel him there. He moved his finger slightly faster as he eased a second one into her wetness. He wanted to make sure that Peitho was good and ready for him before sliding himself into her. Peitho’s body began to quake at the feeling of Vulcan’s probing her core. She let out a whimper when she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Vulcan, you’re going to drive me to madness if you don’t take me soon. Please agapimou, I need to feel you in my center,” Peitho pleaded.

“All in good time, Dolce. I want to make sure you are ready for me.” Peitho nodded at his words. She wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that, but she assumed it was a warning about the pain she might feel upon his entering her. Both Artemis and Athena had told her it would hurt. At the time, she was glad she was never to have carnal knowledge. The thought of a man hurting her when intercourse was meant to be an act of love made no sense and was not something Peitho wanted to experience. Yet nowhere, Peitho was lying beneath a man she loved and begging him to enter her. It was then she felt something building inside of her. This feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Peitho cried out in ecstasy as she burst around Vulcan’s fingers. Her body convulsed and shook as she panted. Vulcan smiled at the feeling of happiness that spread through him, knowing that he had pleased her. When Peitho opened her eyes again, she spoke.

“What..what was that Vulcan?” Asked Peitho. She’d never experienced pleasure like that before. Vulcan’s smile widened at Peitho’s innocence and slight naivety.

“That was your release, Dolce. You had an orgasm.” Peitho blushed at Vulcan, so this is what she was missing? Peitho then reached up to wrap her arms around Vulcan’s neck and pulled him to her so she could kiss him. They stayed that way for a while. As Vulcan deepened the kiss, he fully climbed on top of Peitho, letting his weight press against her slightly. When he did, Peitho felt Vulcan’s erection pressing into her through his robes. She smiled into his kiss and pulled back to nip his lips with her teeth. Vulcan smiled against her lips before giving her one last chaste kiss.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Dolce?” Vulcan questioned, wanting her to be sure before he began to undress her.

“Make love to me, Vulcan,” said Peitho in response.

Vulcan nodded and slid off the bed to stand in front of her. Peitho sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Once she did so, Vulcan offered her a hand so that she was now standing in front of him. He stood back, giving her space, unsure whether or not she would want him to undress her or not. Peitho smiled at his nervousness. She was the virgin, yet she could see Vulcan trembling with nerves. Peitho took a step forward and untied the straps to her gown, and let it fall to the floor. There she was, standing bare in front of him. The flames in Vulcan’s eyes lit up and licked her body from head to toe. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on as he stood there frozen, unable to believe that a woman so perfect would want him. He was unworthy of her beauty. She deserved so much better than him.

Vulcan felt himself harden even more at the sight of her. He stood there staring until he couldn’t take it anymore. He ripped his clothes off, letting them fall to the floor in front of him. Peitho’s eyes widened at Vulcan’s form. His entire body appeared as though it were perfectly chiseled from stone. His skin was a golden brown color, no doubt from all his time spent in the sun as he built Vesuvius. She gave him a nod, letting him know that she wanted this, and she did. Peitho wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anything in her entire existence. Vulcan stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. Peitho responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. Vulcan dipped his head down and claimed her lips with his. Vulcan kissed her feverishly, savoring her taste as he cupped her ass, lifting her. Peitho wrapped her legs around his waist just before they fell into bed together. The kiss left them both panting. Vulcan made his way down Peitho’s body. He was kissing every inch of her as he did. He began to gently massage her breasts with his hands before taking one of Peitho’s n*****s into his mouth. He gently sucked and nibbled at it while listening to the soft moans of pleasure that escaped Peitho’s lips while he worked.

“Vulcan, please,” whined Peitho. Vulcan gave Peitho’s n****e one final lick at those words before making his way back to her lips, which were still plump from the hungry kisses he’d been giving her before exploring her body.

“Yes,” said Peitho, before Vulcan had another chance to ask her if she was sure she wanted this. Peitho could see the question in his eyes and wanted to stop him from second-guessing himself. Vulcan reached between his legs at her answer to his silent question. He grabbed his shaft, gently rubbed its tip against her nub, and watched as a blissful expression crossed Peitho’s face, and she began to moan. Vulcan revealed in the sweet sound of her voice at his actions. Vulcan was overcome with joy at his ability to please Peitho. He never thought he would find someone to love who also loved him in return.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Vulcan leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on Peitho’s lips as he entered her as carefully as he could. Peitho moaned against Vulcan’s lips and whimpered slightly as she felt him pushing against her.

“Vulcan,” she said softly. He could hear the emotion in her voice.

“I know, Dolce, give it a moment. I promise you it will ease,” he said as he reached down and stroked the gem between her legs with his thumb as he continued to thrust into her slowly. Peitho cried out, and he felt himself slide deeper inside of her. Vulcan knew then that he had deflowered her. He slightly quickened his thrusts but took care to remain gentle. Vulcan yearned to feel Peitho explode around him. He listened as Peitho cried out in pleasure. “Come amore, let go for me,” he said. Vulcan could see her climax building in her eyes.

Peitho clung to Vulcan as she felt her stomach tighten at the incredible build she felt inside of her. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she exploded. She cried out when she finally came, arching her back as she did so. Peitho began desperately pulling at Vulcan as she came down from her orgasm. Wanting desperately to kiss him. Vulcan leaned down, allowing Peitho to slam her lips to his. He parted them slightly, allowing her to slip her tongue inside his mouth. With one final thrust, Vulcan found his climax. He moaned into her mouth as he shuddered on top of her from the fieriness of his release.

Vulcan collapsed on top of her as his last shudders left his body, leaving him breathless. As he lay there, Peitho rested her head on his chest. “So, that’s what all the fuss is about?” Peitho asked jokingly. She hoped Vulcan would know that she meant it in jest and not as an insult towards him. To Peitho’s delight, he laughed at her question.

“ Yes, Dolce, that’s it,” he answered. Peitho could hear the amusement in his voice. Peitho let out a contented sigh.

“I love you, Vulcan,” she said.

“I love you too, Peitho,” she heard his answer, just as her eyes became heavy and she drifted off to sleep.

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“V, V, wake up.” Vulcan came awake to the sound of a voice in his head, a male voice. He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Sorry to interrupt, continued the voice in his head. “but Apollo is setting the sun now. You better get back up here before Jupiter, Venus, or both notice you’re late and wonder what’s keeping you,” finished Cupid.

“Gods Cupid, please tell me you didn’t watch me with Peitho. How dare you intrude on us that way!” Exclaimed Vulcan.

“Pfffft. Of course, I didn’t!” said Cupid angrily. “How could you think that of me?” Cupid questioned.

“I’m sorry, Cue, I didn’t mean it. I just…well, this is a very delicate situation. Peitho would be mortified if she knew you were already aware of this.”

“I know Fratello, your secret is safe with me, but both of you need to get your asses home before the wrong deities notice your absence,” Cupid responded.

Vulcan nodded as he turned and placed a soft kiss on Peitho’s lips, hoping it was enough to wake her. He hated to leave his place. All Vulcan wanted was to stay there and relive this day repeatedly. Was that too much to ask? Vulcan watched as Peitho began to stir, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Dolce,” called Vulcan in a barely above a whisper voice.

“Hmmm?” Answered Peitho as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“The sun is about to set. We need to return home soon”. A wave of sadness hit Peitho as Vulcan said those words. She knew he was right, but she’d never felt closer to him than she did right now.

“Can’t we just stay here, Vulcan?” Peitho pleaded, even though she knew the answer.

“ If only we could, Dolce, if only we could.”

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Vulcan was back in his temple too soon, washing Peitho’s sweet scent off his body. Ito happy was the last thing he wanted to do, but he couldn’t risk Venus catching a hint of Peitho on him. Once dressed, Vulcan entered the main room of his temple, where his favorite armchair sat in front of his fireplace. To his chagrin, he found Cupid waiting for him. Without preamble, Cupid spoke.

“Should you have done that?” Asked Cupid.

“Made love to the love of my life, you mean?” responded Vulcan.

“Yes,” said Cupid.

“Probably not, given what is sure to happen to both of us should anyone learn of our relationship, but would you be able to resist Layla if she came to you and asked you to make love to her?” Cupid looked at Vulcan, dumbfounded. Except for his recent admission to Layla herself, he’d never told anyone of his feelings for her.

“How did you..?” Cupid trailed off. Vulcan rolled his eyes.

“ Really, Fratello? Do you really think that I wouldn’t be able to tell when you have feelings for someone as well as I know you? Don’t worry; everyone else is too stupid to notice, but I’ve known for a long time. She’ll get there, Cupid. I know she will.” Cupid stupidly felt a glimmer of hope at Vulcan’s answer. Vulcan knew both of them as well as he knew the back of his own hand.

“I would face the wrath of Pluto himself if it meant I could have Layla’s love for even a fraction of a second,” answered Cupid.

“Exactly,” said Vulcan. “I’ll never apologize for giving myself to Peitho. Consequences be damned.”