WHO: Luna & Hephaestus WHEN: Friday morning WHERE: Peitho's apartment WHAT: Early mornings without the two sexy instigators WARNINGS: No sex happening in this scene, but sort of detailed talk about previous sex, BDSM stuff, and questionable consent.
If someone had asked Luna where she'd expected to be in a year's time, she never would have guessed 'live in slave to real ancient Greek gods.' She had always been so stubborn and prideful and yet here she was, taking every order that she was given by Hermes and Peitho.
They gave her a lot of freedom. She had a bank account and credit cards and was allowed to do pretty much whatever she liked... within reason. Sometimes her owners were fickle and difficult but after reading all the stories about them (mostly about Hermes) she wasn't surprised. They were used to having everything they wanted. Them calling her up and demanding to know why she wasn't at home right now when they'd given her permission to leave the city or be spending time with someone had become just something she got used to. All she could do was apologise (despite having done nothing wrong) and do whatever they were asking as soon as possible.
But, oh, they were beautiful. They were beautiful when they let her touch them, and when they touched her, and when she saw them across a room together, supernatural and eerie and unreal. She couldn't place what it was that shone so bright and so dark about them, but it was always there and Luna would do anything they asked.
Recently, a lot of what Peitho had been asking was her service to Hephaestus. The third Olympian had taken over the spare room and frequently Luna had become his toy. Not by his asking (it seemed it was always too polite for that) but by Peitho's command.
The first time it had been simple. Go to him, Peitho had said, undressing Luna herself, and let him have you.
A few times after Peitho had shown up halfway through to watch from the doorway.
After that Peitho almost always watched, usually with a drink in hand, occasionally with her fingers slipped beneath her own skirts. Sometimes her commands were very specific, and it was clearly Peitho was more interested in the scenario than the participants.
He was to fuck her only in the ass, her wrists and ankles shackled.
He was to press her against the glass of the windows in the living room and take her from behind.
She was to be completely silent while he went down on her, only coming when Peitho said she as allowed.
She was to sit beneath the dinner table while the gods dined above her, Hephaestus' cock resting in her mouth until they were all done eating.
Luna had little in the way of complaints, and when not being commanded to specifics Hephaestus was a good and giving lover.
Sometimes after they tied her up in awkward positions her already sore joints ached for days after, but she pretended they didn't. Sometimes they made her do things she didn't quite want to do, but nothing worse than anyone had forced her into when they were paying for it.
This morning there were chain marks around her wrists, half hidden by the ink of her tattoos and sure to fade by the afternoon. The sun was filtering in across the city and through into the bright apartment as Luna made her way out to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine, clad in the long black singlet she slept in. Peitho and Hermes' bedroom was empty, Luna had noticed when she checked for them, which meant either a very early start or a very late night. Both were possible with them.
Luna ran a hand through her messy hair as she waited for the coffee, and looked over her shoulder when she heard footsteps.
"Good morning," she said to Hephaestus. "Coffee's on." (She didn't call him 'Lord Hephaestus' or anything like that. He'd already told her to drop that.)