Goddess Of Temptation

Dionysus was sat behind his vast desk, his head supported by one hand, glaring at the unopened bottle of Merlot in front of him, when Asriel appeared silently, leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded across her chest.
"What?" he asked grouchily, when she continued to say nothing.
"It's not the same without you there."
"It sounds like your father has more than made up for my absence."
The goddess shook her head decisively. "No, Dad's... destructive. You bring... fun."
Dionysus sensed her words were not what she was originally going to say, and his dark eyes softened as he studied her suddenly serious face.
"I've missed you," he said gently, his gaze demanding to be held.
"Don't," she whispered, wanting to look away.
"You kept them. You said you wouldn't."
"I knew how much they annoyed you."
"Is that why you didn't get rid of them? Even after I left?"
"Maybe I knew they'd still rile you up when you got back."
"They irritate the hell out of me," he replied. "And they make it utterly impossible for one to tear their gaze away from yours..." He was in front of her now. She hadn't even realised he'd stood up, let alone noticed him move around the desk and across the room towards her. "As though I needed an excuse..."
Her arms dropped to her side's, subconsciously offering him the chance to be closer to her, her fragile inhibitions chased away by the familiar want in his brown eyes.
"What are you doing here?" he murmured.
"I told you, Zeus sen- "
"No, I mean why are you here?"
Why had he asked her that question? He knew why she was there. He knew she couldn't say it aloud. So why had he asked?
She simply looked at him, the dark eyes that so mirrored his own hooded with need. He watched the soft, shining lips open and close just once as she knew she must not speak her illicit thoughts. She was forbidden fruit. It was unthinkable. And yet, she was so desperately desired. Goddess of Temptation? She had no idea.
He moved forward, narrowing the gap between them. As long as he didn't touch her, it would be okay. As long as he didn't touch her, it wouldn't be incest. She stepped forward. Full, firm breasts grazed against his chest. Doe-brown eyes gazed up at him.
"I've missed you, too."
He fought to keep his hands off her, he really did, but one moment she was standing before him, and the next, her buttocks were pressed into the front edge of his desk, his fingers gripping her hips to keep her anchored there. As long as he didn't kiss her, it would be okay. As long as he didn't kiss her, it wouldn't be incest. Her hands clutched at the desk. Her moist lips were parted, reaching for his mouth.
"I can't do this."
"I know." Her teeth nipped lightly at his lower lip, and he fell, hungrily claiming her mouth for his own. She was soft, sweet, willing. Forbidden. His.
Her fingers were still grasping his desk, his hadn't moved from her hips, but her tongue caressed his like it had been doing so all its life. Their kiss was so harmonious, so... pure... that it was hard to believe it had never happened before, that this was the first time he had sinned with her. As long as he didn't touch her there, it would be okay. As long as he didn't touch her there, it wouldn't be incest. She ground her pelvis forward against his, forcing him closer to heaven, closer to damnation. His fingers slipped lower.
"Dionysus?"
He leapt back like he'd been scalded when Chiron's voice resounded along the corridor leading to his office. Asriel's eyes snapped open, panting heavily, her lips swollen, and when the centaur entered the room, he glanced between the pair who stood a little over an arm's length apart, gazes locked firmly on each other, looking like they both wanted to commit murder. He failed to see the lust still clouding Asriel's eyes, and if he could smell the heated scent of arousal that lingered in the air, he did a superb job of ignoring it.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, I can see you're, er, busy, but Dionysus, I have something rather urgent to discuss with you."
And, just like that, the moment of madness was gone.
"Well, it's a pleasure to be back, Uncle Dionysus." And her hips swayed as she left the room without glancing back.

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