Hey readers, welcome back to Reunions, re-emerging from its deep slumber after (how many?) many months. As I write this eighth chapter, there isn't much for me to say except apologize for all these delays. However, I'm just gonna be straight up with you readers: I had better things to do than write lemons for over-enthusiastic lustful creatures like you ;). The next chapter won't come in a long time, I'll guarantee you that, so unfortunately, the wait will be there.

Anyways, for all who've been reading since the first chapter was uploaded, welcome back, and for all those naïve newbies *cough* I meant, for all new fantasizing readers, consider yourself warned: this is a fanfic, and a fanfic is fantasy, so please, for your own good, don't try this at home :P.

***EDIT 08/19/2016 – I tried to continue this series but I'm gonna be honest with you readers, I read the first few chapters again (after giving up the first time I tried to restart this fanfic, which was a few months ago, as seen in the bolded "author's note" above this one I'm writing right now) and they were disgusting. Not in the physical, sexual, childish way, but in the writing, diction, lack of plot, and other technical things that vexed me to a whole new level. Now I know these comments aren't exactly healthy towards the readership of this fanfic, but because this database of stories IS made so fans can delve in their imagination and appreciate others' literary creativity, I'm not afraid to input more of my personal thoughts and opinions. So in case any readers are wondering, I'm not downplaying this fanfic…..I'm just simply commenting on the drastic growth and change of this fanfic's dynamics, as well as my own growth and maturity as a writer. So bear with me—the fate of this fanfic is ultimately in the readers' hands. If people continue to dislike this story, I'll understand and I'll stop writing, maybe start another story from scratch, anything to make things better for you readers (as long as it's not too outrageous :P )! I just want to add that I'm finishing this chapter during a very stressful period of my life, so please forgive any sloppiness. Enjoy!

Chapter 8: Scent of Burgundy

It was getting hazy in the cave. Some sort of mist drifted about aimlessly, with no identifiable source. A boy's vision blurred in and out of focus. He was—where was he? He didn't really know. Wasn't really sure. He knew how he felt though. It was bliss. It was unparalleled pleasure. Relentless ecstasy attacking the heart, mind and soul, melting all memories of chastity. It was—by Zeus, Poseidon and Hades's names—the most lustful Leo had felt since . . . oh never mind, I've never felt anything like this. It was euphoric. A beautiful feeling. It was delightful. A joy to the mind. A blessing in life.

It was . . . artificial.

The haze suddenly became still and his vision cleared. Amidst the haze, before his eyes, lay a beautiful woman. Flawless from head to toe. Perfect, firm and defined breasts, slim but lean and strong body, dark golden-brown hair that was once caramel, peach complexion, tanned to a darker shade from work and exposure to the sun, and an inhuman equilibrium of ass-to-body proportion. And the best part of it all was it didn't seem like she was trying. Leo looked down at his crotch—it was no wonder his manhood still continued to maintain it's lustful, hardening erection. Calypso. The name brought a smile to his face. The smile—he could tell—wasn't artificial.

Which brought him back to the original train of thought. What was it that incurred a feeling of false pleasure? Leo glanced downwards casually and found Calypso's right hand inconspicuously, as if unintentionally, rubbing a small slit and the folds of skin around it. He immediately reddened and as hard as he tried to avert his eyes, he was mesmerized by the strangely lewd sight. What caused his embarrassment was not the action of her gentle massage on her sacred orifice, but the fluids that were evidently flowing out of it. They weren't the symptoms of such an action. They were the result of an event that took place before. Everything flew back at him.

He had used every bodily arsenal available to him—except his manhood—to pleasure his lover, his fingers, his lips, even his tongue. It seemed that Calypso was still suspended in the limbo of her sexual dreaminess. He heard something—Calypso had spoken—and when he looked at her face, her lips moved again but no sound came out of it. He could read the intended message though. It was urging him. Come. Come into me. What are you waiting for? Come onto me, come into me, make me moan love into your ears and pour it into your heart.

"Calypso—" Leo was speechless. To his surprise, a voice answered to his confusion.

But it wasn't Calypso.

"It's called an Aphrodisiac."

Leo turned around and his heart skipped a few beats. He almost fell backwards. It was Khione. She was wearing a white, nearly transparent, sleeveless 'V-neck' lace dress with snowflakes decorating the intricate yet baring pattern of the dress. Her back was completely bare as the dress curved all the way down to just above her buttocks before it circled up again. She was clearly wearing no undergarments beneath the single article of clothing and her features nearly matched Calypso's natural beauty, but had a cold, chilly touch to them.

"You're the enemy," Leo spoke bluntly, but the goddess ignored him.

"It's supposed to evoke the deepest lustful desires of the heart. And this one has a particularly strong concentration too. To my disappointment, the fire of your will burned away most of its effects in good time. A worthy son of Hephaestus. Worthy of my—" Khione expertly slipped her fingers under the loose, thin straps of her dress and pushed them off her shoulders. She caught the dress between her underarms and her sides before it dropped to the ground. "—personal attention."

Leo looked at his member. It wasn't backing down. Oh come on, really? This is the worst time to be horny right now. He looked guiltily at the dreamy, unconscious state of pleasure his lover was in.

"Oh don't worry," Khione somehow got next to him without him noticing, and whispered in his ear. "I've made sure that she won't wake up any time soon."

"But—" Leo casually grabbed a nearby blanket and covered himself. He instantly felt better and his heated face cooled. "—I love her."

Khione shrugged and circled Leo, tracing the well-toned muscles of his body slowly.

"I know you want it. You love her, sure, but secretly, you want me too."

Leo shook his head profusely. "No. That's not right."

Khione's lips curved up to form an enchanting brilliant smile. She leaned closer to him and whispered again.

"But I know—I know as of this moment, you're hardening, for me." She used one hand to hold her dress up and the other reached for the edges of his blanket, pulling it down with unexpected strength. Leo made an effort to cover himself with his hands but her hands stopped him. She slowly, gently pushed his hands away from his member.

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Here, feel my life-force." Khione guided his shaking hands to the neck-line of her dress and pressed his left hand to her heart. Its steady beat quickened as Leo's hands made contact with her skin. To Leo's surprise, her chest emitted a comforting warmth.

"I may be cold everywhere else, but I am warm in some places." She winked at him. She used her other hand to quickly pull him closer so his chest would keep her dress up and then, taking his right hand she guided it down to her own sacred orifice. Though separated by the layer of fabric, Leo could still feel the warmth emanating from her lower entrance.

"You see? Not cold everywhere." She pressed his right hand onto her orifice and it sunk slightly in along with the fabric. A quick breath escaped her lips. As Leo's hand began moving on its own, slowly at first, it was evident that Khione was beginning to lose her confident facade. She managed a brief comment.

"You know Leo, countless millennia of sexual abstinence has left Calypso a virgin again, but for me? I've never—" She moaned before she could finish her sentence and her hand rushed down again to stop his hand.

"Leo." she pronounced his name with an emphasis to each syllable in order to catch his attention. "You'll be my first."

Khione pushed him slightly away to create a space between them and as she did so, her dress slid from her sides onto the ground. She stepped out of the dress encircling the base of her feet. Leo couldn't move and he didn't know whether it was because Khione's gaze from her icy blue eyes froze him in place, or if it was shock that prevented movement, or if it was his innate lust that kept him from turning away. His hands rose instinctively and cupped her breasts, which fit perfectly in his palms. They were a phenomenon of temperatures: one moment, the tips of her nipples sent cold chills through the sensory nerves of his palms and the next moment, he squeezed and the surface of her breasts radiated a comforting, relaxing warmth.

Then, as if his conscience suddenly erupted within him, he flinched and his hands shrunk away from Khione's body. The young goddess raised her eyebrows.

"Hey c'mon, I don't bite. At least not if I control myself," she winked at Leo.

Leo tried looking away again, but soon found his eyes wandering back at the woman before him. That's right, she was only girl, my age, when I met her. Now she's a…woman. A beautiful one at that."

"What's that you're thinking about?" Khione's flashed a subtle, yet seductive smile at him and shattered his thoughts. Holy shit, never-mind, she's definitely—

"Hot," the word came out as a whisper.

"Did you say something?" Khione flashed the seductive smile again and Leo's insides melted, the attempt to control his quickening heartbeat in vain. Oh shit. Leo immediately realized he had thought aloud and it didn't help the ever-increasing beat that thumped in his chest. Leo tried to move away slowly but nothing escaped the goddess's gaze. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer, pressing her other hand on his chest, where the demigod's flame of life beat quickly.

"Somebody's—excited?" Khione surmised. "Perhaps—I'm not the only one getting their first taken."

Leo hesitated and froze, forcing his body to become rigid. He closed his eyes and allowed his breathing to stabilize. I can't do this. Calypso…Calypso deserves my first. My first and everything that comes after—

"Leo."

Khione placed one hand on his cheek and forced him to look at her.

"Perhaps you're having doubts about me. I'm not the enemy any longer. And maybe this might change your mind about how you think about me."

Then she leaned closer and kissed him on the lips, first, gently, then pushed against him, roughly. Leo's breath was taken from him, her cold lips robbing him of every ounce of warmth within his mouth. He gasped, as if suffocating, and in response, Khione slipped her arms behind his back and dug her icy nails into his back. He wanted to cry out in pain, but her lips drowned his sounds in a lustful vortex. His mind began to go blank and his eyes rolled up, nearing unconsciousness.

A quick, urgent, inhale of air. Loud. Frightened.

Leo woke up.

He sighed.

"Another dream?" Calypso pulled him down from his sitting position, back under the covers and embraced him from behind. She kissed his neck, then nipped at it, casually shifting to a different spot on his neck every so often. Pressing her bare chest against him, she placed her head on his back and whispered.

"Whatever you dreamt about, don't think about it. Think about me. Think about us"

He turned around to face her and she smiled back at him. Comforting. To him, she had the most enchanting, yet naturally beautiful smile in the world. He loved her to from Olympus, to Tartarus, and back. He kissed her full on the lips and she returned his love gently, consoling him with her tongue and before they broke off the kiss, she nipped his lower lip playfully.

He buried his face into her hair and breathed in. He could smell not only her scent, but the scent of nature. The scent of the bedsheets. He bit her lower lip harder and tasted blood. Tasted burgundy. The scent of burgundy entered his system and a feeling of peace settled within him.

Breathing inwards.

Breathing out.

I can breathe now, he thought blissfully. I can breathe.

Well, that's about it for this chapter! Hope you enjoyed it, and if I didn't say it earlier, I'll say it once more. I'm sorry for the huge, massive delays in updates, and unfortunately, I can't promise to change the rate of updates. Don't forget to Follow, Favorite and Comment through the 'Review' box!

Hold tight readers! It's gonna be a long ride. See you in the next chapter!

Peace!

~ Nightrous