"That I Am," He Looked Her Over, "the Same Goes For You, I Can Tell You Are Of A Greater Power But Yet

Zeus & Hera

He was quite impressed by the kindness the artist had shown. It was more than he was expecting and the man had even offered the little of the clean water he had to the beggar who had stopped by without notice, claimed to be Jupiter and asked for water of all things.

Hearing about the wine, however, caused him to crack into a smile. With a small motion of his hand, he took the water and had refilled the empty water jugs located in the other room as a means of thanks.

"You had mentioned that you are an artist, signore? Mind sharing any of your recent pieces?" He took a sip of the water before taking the seat that had been offered to him before. Wandering eyes glanced around the room in hopes of seeing just the next greatest masterpiece.

“Certainly, hold on just one moment. You may come in if you like while I try to find some available. My workshop has plenty of paints, but little food and water I am afraid.” He beckons for the man to come inside, closing the door behind him as he tries to think to himself where he put any glasses he may have had. 

“Feel free to have a seat if you are tired,” he said as he made his way over to a cupboard, finding one small cup available and dusting it off. He left the man alone temporarily as he went into another room, and soon came back with a half full cup of water, handing it to him gently. 

“Mi dispiace, I do not have much clean water available here. Most of the water is used for cleaning and preparations. For the most part there is just wine stored away.” 

He stood there with his arms crossed as he watched her tend to the flowers she cared for so delicately. Silently, he took in whiffs of her fragrant pheromones, the scent only making it harder to compose himself and properly control himself. Yet he wasn't necessarily bothered by it, incest was something that was rather natural among Olympus. Zeus had plenty of children from female relatives, perhaps the child he could have with Aphrodite would be even more beautiful than the woman herself.

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“You’re wrong, I only speak these words because it is true.” His thumb presses against her lips just the slightest before rubbing against her cheek. There was much desire and self control needed when he is around her.

She didn’t know what to say or do, for just a scant second. This was nothing new; and she ducked her jaw into his palm, before pressing a kiss into his fingers. Easing away, she continued watering the flowers, diaphanous gown in pale pink trailing the ground behind her. “Well, I thank you for your kind words, father.”

Then learn to speak more quietly, Thanatos.

I do it all the time what’s going to stop me now?

Somewhat peeved, he crossed his arms and looked at her, "And just why are you speaking to your Father in that tone?"

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So it’s time to show up now? Nice one.

Zeus mildly smiled in return, he motioned for the young man to stop as he, himself crossed his arms and looked at the younger. "I've been doing well. What about you?"

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Iacchos smiled politely at his father and walked forward to him. “Hello Father”, said the younger God. “How do you fare?”

I do not stand before you on a matter of business, son.

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Zeus. Is there something I can do for you?

You dare speak to your father with such a tone?

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What the hell do you want?

Few could argue with the fact that he was a man of temptation and impulse, often bedding women before he had even realized it was lust getting the better of him, thus forgetting those whom he should call lovers. He held her steady, looking back into her eyes and returned with a small exchange of words, "do I look as if I long for anything else?"

He placed his hand on the nape of her neck, tugging on her hair as he pulled her forward once more giving her another kiss. This one was filled with lust, temptation and passion. She was a beautiful woman and he was certainly going to enjoy himself with her.

She rose into him, against him, like he was the shore and she the waves. Her hand fell against his chest, and gods help her, she couldn’t deny him, not again. He had held himself back like a stallion, chomping at the bit, for eons, for thousands of years, and she couldn’t bear to be that cruel anymore. She kissed him back sweetly and hungry, teeth raking over his lower lip as she pulled back to look into his eyes. “Is this what you truly want? I will not deny you any longer..”