The Lover Boy

The forest. Earth.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

Vulcan challenged, as he gained on his guts and moved closer to the lady standing at the mouth of the cave. He was jumpy but needed to gain an advantage on the excitement before twould make a mess of his wills.

Prium was behind him, clutched to him from behind, her arms wounded around his waist, her boobs firmly pressed on his back. He couldn't possibly have a boner. She was his daughter for fuck sake.

He ignored the thought and concentrated on the naked lady again.

She looked neat and her boobs handful, erected nipples and circular mounds. He tried as much as possible not to get distracted by them boobs. He didn't even have the courage to look down her stomach. He might be tempted to lay with her.

He fought his gaze on her face trying to figure out why twas taking her forever to answer the question. Her gaze was gentle and innocent, a contrary portrayal of who he thought she was.

Then he heard her speak, her voice still, small and censored,

"I'm a Nymph. I was sent by Athena to serve your needs."

"Athena?"

He quizzed trying to make a meaning of what she had said.

"She's aware of your trials and sends me to bring you comfort and take words to her till she would be eased of the task and be back in your arms."

That sounded too good and nourishing to believe. He didn't know why to believe or doubt the lady. Athena never told him that she would send him an errand girl or Nymph. He was thinking so hard on how to prove her right or wrong. How to test her authencity. He seemed to be lost.

He found a bearing finally,

"By what duty is Athena pressed?"

He was like just few steps away from her. His sword was drawn and his eyes alert and gaze stern. His daughter still held unto him. He had no idea what her intention was. Enough of the distraction.

The lady spoke,

"Held between the claws of her father and Poseidon. Her father would not avail her the company she would revere and she would not have it that way. She would have it in her own way."

That sounded convincing, but to Vulcan, she had only just played around words. He needed something so real and direct. He went again,

"What's the nature of the odds?"

He was beginning to shake himself free of his daughter's hold on him. He was getting uncomfortable.

The lady explained, her words furnished,

"Poseidon still hankers for the return of you, Jite and Kilp. She gives several counsels to turn him away from the urge but yet he lingered in such thought. Now she would wage war and her father wouldn't be pulled in easily to her aid because her cause to him wasn't of great worth. To him, how would his great daughter, daughter of Zeus fight to protect her love for a mere mortal when several gods would give their lives for her."

Vulcan sighed. He couldn't be more satisfied at that. The lady really knew him and was sent by Athena. But the satisfaction was only but for a while.

"What are the odds of Zeus getting won over?"

He quizzed as he shook himself again to be freed from his daughter's hold but she wouldn't let go.

"Prium."

He called and she did let go. Reluctantly. Though he wasn't fortunate to catch her face contoured with disapproval. Though the Nymph did have a taste of the view.

"She's the only daughter, he has no choice, and Poseidon has several other gores to mend. He shalln't be obstinate but for a while."

She explained as he walked closer to her. Prium was minding her step behind him and was ready to make her intentions clear,

"Don't you think it's quite unwise to believe her. That she's naked doesn't mean that she is a Nymph."

Prium's face lit by jealousy. Vulcan didn't catch the idea yet, but again, the Nymph couldn't be left in the dark of such art.

"And how about the information she has a broad knowledge of?"

Vulcan had gotten to the lady and was standing by her side. Both of them were facing Prium.

Prium didn't need forever to hatch a response. She had swift comeback for every question,

"She probably lent it from the oracles. Probably from Myclops. Aside his promiscuous side, he quite speak with the gods."

Vulcan scoffed and touched the hair of the Nymph. He saw Prium shudder in detest and protest. He still didn't get the idea. To him, she was only being a nice and concerned daughter, like she was, while dealing with her mother in his support.

"Don't be all cheeky and come here. Let's see to her clothings and have her well cared for. She will be here for just a while. After her task, she would be gone."

Prium didn't seem convinced. The first thing Vulcan noticed. The lady spoke up,

"You don't have to worry about my clothing."

An objection which was followed by a magic. In just a twitch of the eyes, she was already clothed in a flowing milk gown. Prium gasped.

Vulcan looked at the lady and shot,

"Almost forgotten Nymphs have their hidden wardrobe."

He chuckled and called at Prium,

"Come in, let's see what we can make of the remaining hours of the day before the jaw of darkness reach for the delicate skin of the day. Let's see to our cave."

Prium hesitated firstly but then walked towards them. The Nymph never let her eyes off Prium. Prium meant to do something about it. She did have her way with a question,

"What name do you go by?"

The Nymph looked her from her toes to her head. That felt insulting to Prium, but she tamed the beast. The Nymph smiled,

"Ayla."

Prium scoffed and scorned,

"Seems like ending names in 'a' is a trademark from where you came."

They Nymph smiled as usual and said,

"You've only heard two of the names. And by the way, you're beautiful."

Prium shrugged the compliment off with a feigned smile.

Then they both heard a movement in the woods towards the cave. Prium was moved and called,

"Father..."

Vulcan rushed out of the cave and took his position at the front.

"What?"