Seventh Match - Hephaestus VS Hestia

The ring was all set, and the first two competitors entered, but not before undressing completely until they were naked and bathing in olive oil. These two were Hephaestus, the god of forge and fire and blacksmith to the gods, and Hestia, the goddess of the hearth.

Although he was married to the beautiful Aphrodite, Hephaestus was blissfully unaware of her infidelity, mainly with Ares. Perhaps his condition as lame provoked her to sleep with other men that were more 'capable' than him?

On the other hand, Hestia was also a virgin, like Athena. She had defended her innocence and would save herself for someone she truly loved from the bottom of her heart.

Apparently, Hephaestus always welcomed Hestia as a visitor and guest, and sometimes she would clue him in on Aphrodite's affairs. As her visits increased, so did a hidden love for one another.

Despite his defects, Hephaestus stood at 5'10, and weighed in at a reasonably fit 165lbs. He had curly, slightly short brown hair, and merry blue eyes, as well as a noticeably full beard, and when erect, his shaft stood at 7 inches.

Hestia was 5'2', petite yet slender, and weighed at 109lbs. She had long, lustrous blonde hair that fell to her waist, and glimmering green eyes, and as for her physiques, she had small yet perky breasts, as well as a slightly plump set of buttocks.

"If either of us wins...then I'd be honored for you to be my first." Hestia said.

"You...you would? I'm so glad...!" Hephaestus replied, amazed and bewildered at her revelation.

And as Hercules called for the match to begin, Hestia decided to to aim at the limbs of the somewhat crippled blacksmith. She put him in a sharpshooter, causing him to groan in pain, although she didn't want to hurt him too much.

Hephaestus then took hold of one of the ropes and Hestia lost her grip on him. He then retaliated with a surfboard, and some time later, she counterattacked with an octopus hold.