Warrior Maiden's Duty

      Author’s Note

      This is a quick fic that’s gone from idea to story in a matter of days (which is pretty unusual for me). Take this as PWP, because as hard as I try I cannot get my head around the entire Soul Calibur 'story' (if you can even call it that). Although I’ve taken some of the basics from SC about the characters and their motivations, I have taken a lot of liberties and glossed over potential continuity issues to get this story to happen.
      For the benefit of this fic, please assume that this is set after Soul Calibur 2 and that Sophitia has performed many more tasks for a certain Greek god than what we see in the series. Ignore any plot and continuity niggles for maximum enjoyment.

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      Warrior Maiden’s Duty

      Sophitia ascended the steps of the Temple of Hephaestus, passing it’s great columns and into the shrine room. She was weary from her journey to destroy the cursed blade Soul Edge, but glad that it was finally gone. Her tunic and skirt torn and tattered from the many battles she fought, she had now had returned home to Greece. Before she could return home to her family, she first had to report to Hephaestus, who had appeared before her originally to command her to go on this quest. Despite being relieved to be back in her homeland, she felt the same trepidation she did every time she had good news to report to Hephaestus.
      The place was empty as she had expected, given the time of night. Flickering torches on the walls lit up the inside the temple, but the limited range of them inevitably left some areas shadowy or in complete darkness. She entered the main chamber of the temple which contained a large statue depicting Hephaestus sitting in a throne, in front of which stood a stone altar.
      She placed her Omega sword and shield on the temple floor, and knelt before the altar, closing her eyes her lowering her head in respect.
      ‘Oh great god Hephaestus, I have done what you have asked of me. The Soul Edge has been destroyed; I made sure it was not a fake this time. I await your judgement.’
      After a few moments of silence, the booming ethereal voice of Hephaestus echoed around her. ‘You have done well Sophitia. You have proved your loyalty to your gods once again. You shall be rewarded. Approach my throne and begin your acceptance.’
      So, it was to be as last time, she thought to herself grimly. She stood obediently and walked around the altar. She felt guilty for her children and her husband Rothian every time she had accepted Hephaestus’ ‘rewards’. Even among mortals Hephaestus was known to have several female consorts (goddesses and mortals) and that made her feel worse. She wished she didn’t have to go through with this, but she would never dream of disobeying one of her gods.
      Climbing the short few steps up to Hephaestus’ throne, she was now in full view of her task; the large erect member in the statue’s lap. Falling to her knees before this fake chair, she took a second to compose herself, before reaching between the stone man’s spread legs and taking hold of his cock. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, as she began to caress his smooth marble-like manhood, amazed once again by the size comparison to that of her husband. Even though the statue was only slightly bigger in scale to an average man, his cock it must have been at least six inches and twice the girth of Rothion’s.
      While the statue remained silent, she had done this enough now to know that she was doing it right. Leaning towards the stone man’s crotch, she moistened her lips. She stuck out her tongue and twirled it around the cold bulbous head, before she plunged it past her soft lips and into her mouth. The managed to fit at least four inches of it inside, before she began to bob her head back and forward on it. Since she never done this to her husband, all her skills at it had been developed right here at the temple, and at this point she was pretty much an expert. As she continued to lube this fake dick with her ministrations, she could feel her nipples beginning to harden as her marvellous mammaries jiggled back and forth slightly with every motion.
      ‘Your acceptance is noted,’ the voice came again after a while. She slipped his member from her mouth and looked up at his unmoving face. ‘Present yourself on the altar to receive your reward.’
      Dutifully, she got up and walked back down to the altar, her shame now rising to new heights. She lay back on the raised stone altar, which was just the right size for a person to lie on.
      Facing the statue of Hephaestus, part of her shame was forgotten temporarily as the statue began to glow a warm yellow. Colour began to flow across the marble man, the white becoming washed away by a fleshy tanned hue. His blue eyes became lit up with life, and his beard and hair became soft and brown. His rippling muscles now seemed even more impressive, more buff that any muscular mortal Sophitia had ever seen. See once again could not help but be amazed by the power of the gods.
      Hephaestus blinked as he stood from his throne, rising gingerly as if his muscles had been relaxed to long. His inhumanly sized erection however was still in its eager state, but of course was now fleshed-out like the rest of him. He stepped down from his throne and approached the altar where Sophitia lie, a serious but not unemotional expression on his face.
      Climbing on, he moved between her spread legs, his divine manhood pushing against her stomach as he began to place kisses around her delicate white neck. She resisted the urge to shudder under his touches in discomfort and anxiety, as she did her best not to upset her god. His hands had untied her pauldrons and let them clatter loudly to on the stone floor. His warm lips had made their way down from her neck and to her heaving bosom, but her motherly mammaries were still stuck behind the lacing across the cleavage of her top. Reaching to her belt, he unbuckled it and quickly discarded it on the floor.
      Sophitia looked away with her eyes closed as he took the edge of her tight navy blue top and pulled it up over her bare breasts. He seemed to smirk slightly as her revealed pink nipples were already engorged. Grabbing her big bountiful bosoms with both hands, he began to squeeze and knead them, although they were almost too big for even him to handle adequately. Going down on her right nipple, he began to play with it with his tongue and lips, causing her to grunt and tremble beneath him. His other hand had moved to fiddling with her left nipple, occasionally switching between grabbing and groping her whole breast. His rough, manly hands felt undeniable good against her supple white skin.
      Soon, he reached down under her war-torn blue-lined white skirt. Sophitia flinched and stifled a small cry as he began rubbing a big index finger up and down her pantied crotch, and he was bound to be able to feel that she was already pretty moist. Sophitia opened her eyes, realising that the time for the real ‘reward’ was near, and that he had made her wet without her knowing it once again.
      Sitting back now, he reached both hands under her skirt and pulled her panties down, temporarily pushing her legs together to allow him to slide them over her knees and sandals and off onto the floor. Sophitia could only watch in sick arousal as sat knelt between her now exposed golden haired snatch. He leant over her again, planting his palms either side of her waist, pushing against her thighs with his own, raising her legs in the air. He rolled her light skirt up, took hold of his divine manhood and lined it up with her anticipating entrance. His tanned throbbing rod and his dark brown pubes contrasted delightfully with her snow-white skin and blonde snatch. He looked her in the face, his assured Zeus-like countenance turning her on even further. Red-faced with a bit-lip and wide-eyed expression staring him back, the guilty feeling was currently at the back of Sophitia’s mind.
      She couldn’t hold back cry as he began to push his inhumanly large dick inside her, his bulbous head entering her nether lips and slowly but surely slipping deep inside her. Although his whole body was now flesh and blood, his dick was still as large and rock-hard as it had been in statue form. As he sheathed his entirety inside her, she suspected that his head had penetrated her womb.
      As he began his thrustings into her, she needed no reminding of why she always felt so extra guilty after doing this… this felt so damn good. Small breathes let her mouth with every drive into her relatively small frame, her shapely breasts bouncing up and down in rhythm.
      The torch light flickered, the large bronzed man continuing to plough this shapely white skinned maiden in the dimly lit room. As time went on her juices began to flow freely, spilling onto the altar’s surface as this ritualistic intercourse continued.
      Hephaestus remained relatively stone-faced as her ploughed her, keeping his reserve in the most manly way despite being in the middle of fucking one of his most hottest consorts. Soon though, sweat began to glaze his features, leading to a bead of sweat congealing, falling from his forehead and splashing on one of her large breasts in the most erotic of ways.
      Eventually, he withdrew from her and stood back of the altar. She looked at him, face flushed and confused for a few seconds, before he grabbed her, flipped her onto her stomach and dragged her legs over the edge of the altar. Almost as soon as her feet were on the floor and her shapely rump was in the air, her skirt was up over her hips and his divine rod was back inside her. His large hands on her hips, he dragged her ass towards him at the same time as every thrust, allowing for the most deep and energetic penetrations.
      Sophitia’s big breasts were now rubbing back and forth on the hard stone altar surface as she was rocked back and forth, her rock hard nipples were now causing sparks of pleasure from the contact as she did so. His cock and balls as well as her thighs were now dripping with her juices, and small pool of it had congealed on the floor as she seemed to be releasing more than she ever thought was possible.
      As she continued to be fucked bent over the altar, their bodies slapping and rocking together, her mind was on nothing but the pleasurable state that she was in; Rothion was no where to be found.
Soon, she was letting out long drawn out moans that were increasing in frequency and length. Hephaestus must have sensed that she was near her climax, as he began to speak.
      ‘Are you loyal to your gods?’ He said in his commanding voice, almost unwavering as he continued to screw her.
      ‘Yes… I have… pledged… my body and soul… to you…’ she gasped the well-worn words, only half realising what she was saying as her mind swam with pleasure.
      ‘Then receive your reward.’
      And with that, his divine powers came into play. He suddenly began thrusting harder and faster than any mortal could ever achieve. Her current moan became high pitched, as this new assault caused an avalanche of pleasure to hit her. It triggered that deep building heat inside her, which she realised meant that the end was nigh. She tried to suppress it as much as she could, as she didn’t want this ravishment to end.
      But his terrifyingly hard thrusts were inevitably too much for her, as her moanings reached fever pitch, and she finally let out a huge cry that echoed throughout the temple, her back arching up as far as it could off the altar as her walls came clamping down on his massive dick. Hephaestus let out a booming roar as he buried himself in her one last time, firing of an inhumanly large amount of divine liquid deep inside her.
      Sophitia’s forehead hit the altar, her chest heaving and her energy spent. As the waves of raw pleasure began to fade and leave the content after-feeling, she thought of Rothion but quickly pushed him from her mind. She was enjoying the afterglow too much to let the guilt creep in just yet.
      Hephaestus soon withdrew his unshrinking member from her, their combined fluids splashed all over her entrance and thighs as well as his dick, balls and legs. Before she knew it, he had sat back on his throne and reverted back to being merely a statue with a hefty erection. As she lay sprawled over the altar recuperating, his voice echoed out one last time.
      ‘Be ready for the next time your gods need you.’