By Rhiannon
This story contains scenes of graphic sex between a man and a woman. If you are under 18 or if this is illegal where you live, please read something else.
The character of Ares belongs to Universal Studios and Pacific Renaissance and no copyright infringement is intended. The author is just having fun.
Lysia jumped into the river with a loud 'splash'. She had been so busy with her duties that she hadn't been able to bathe in days. She hated feeling like that. Patrols were a necessary evil, and the long ones around the outskirts of the camp were the worst. The insects and heat combined made her skin crawl. Her partner Alynn had already disappeared somewhere along the way. Lysia wouldn't bet on it, but she had a suspicion that Alynn had a rendezvous with someone in the next village.
Just as Lysia was beginning to think she was finally clean she felt someone's eyes upon her. She was too far away from her weapons to grab any of them. She cursed herself. She should know by now to not assume she was safe this close to the camp. The good thing was that she was close enough that a scream would be heard in enough time to warn her sisters.
She slowly turned around only to find the god of war lounging on her towel. He was lying on his side, propped on his elbow, with a long piece of grass in his mouth. She lost her composure and started laughing out loud at the sight. How often did one see a god acting like a country bumpkin?
She started out of the water and pushed him out of her way as she leaned down to grab her towel. There was no use hiding her body, for one he knew it well, for another he'd been prepared to wait her out. She only hoped he enjoyed looking at her lithe form. There were many days she blessed Zeus for granting her the form she'd been born with. Her breasts were just large enough to prove she was a woman, and the rest of her was fit from her daily regime.
Ares obligingly let himself be shoved off the towel as his gaze raked her body from head to toe. "Come on Ares, you've seen it before. Nothing's changed."
"Ah, but Lysia, I love watching you move." Ares grinned.
Lysia glared at him while she dried herself off. "Ares, I know better than to believe any of your false compliments. You spend way too much time here in the camp. Don't you have a job to do?"
"I'm hurt. One of my favorites has insulted me." Ares put a hand to his heart and looked heart-broken.
Lysia knew better than to believe that. "You can't even count your favorites, Ares." She pulled out a fresh set of clothes and dressed herself.
"Why bother to cover up that body when I have use of it?"
Lysia glanced back at the god to find him totally nude and aroused. He obviously thought she'd jump on him in ecstasy just like one of his temple whores. He should know that she and the rest of the Amazons had more respect for themselves than that. "I don't care, Ares. I've got work to go back to, as do you. I know there's at least one war raging south of here."
"You are just so not fun." Ares snapped his fingers and was dressed in his black leather again. "What happened to the Lysia I trained in warfare? That woman loved it when I paid her compliments and showed her attention." Ares' brows were furrowed in puzzlement.
"That woman became an Amazon. I've got better things to do than to spend time doing that. When I have free time later, we can discuss it, but for now, I need to give my report. And Ares, quit hanging around with Strife, you're starting to sound like him." Lysia gathered up her belongings and turned toward the camp. She was stopped by Ares' voice in her ear.
"I can still make you beg for me. That hasn't changed. I'll be happy to show you anytime you want me. Just call for me; I'll be there." Ares vanished with a loud bang.
Lysia sighed. He was a show-off. He didn't get what he wanted and he was acting like a spoilt child denied a sweet. She hadn't been kidding. She wouldn't jump to his commands, or his invitations, especially not when they interfered with her duty to her friends and sisters. But when she had time off, she'd definitely call Ares. The grin that crossed her face was a wicked one.
Two weeks later she was given several days off as a reward for her vigilance. She would barricade herself in her hut and make sure she called Ares. She wondered if he'd be co-operative.
Lysia dressed herself in a flimsy flowing robe, one of those she'd been given by one of the nobility for saving a member of his family. She rarely had a chance to wear it, but wanted Ares to know why he was being summoned. He had told her to call him after all.
"Ares, I need you. Ares?" Lysia leaned back against the ornate headboard and prepared to patiently wait. She'd call again in an hour or so. She turned her head onto the pillow and prepared to nap. She was already well on her way to visit Morpheus when she felt warm moist touches on her skin. She raised her eyelids to find Ares, naked, kissing all the exposed parts of her body.
"Ares, what a nice way to wake up. I'll have to invite you more often." Lysia's voice was husky from her sleep, short as it was. She stretched and then pulled his head down to hers. He willingly let himself be positioned as she began kissing his face. His beard tickled her mouth and nose, but she ignored it and continued. As she placed small kisses on his face, mouth, neck and arms, she pulled the rest of him toward her. She was finally satisfied with his placement after his weight anchored her to the bed. She let out a soft moan at the unfamiliar sensation. She thought to herself 'no sooner do I get used to him, than he leaves.'
Ares chuckled. She reminded him of a fierce jungle cat. All prickly until she relaxed. He'd have to keep that in mind. "You called?"
Lysia stopped kissing him as she stared into his eyes. "Yes, you promised you'd make me beg. I'm free for three days. Shall we?"
Ares gazed back at her with regret. "I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of something. I can give you twenty-four hours, but that's all." He glanced down at her thinly clad body. "As much as I'd like to hear you beg for three days straight, I just don't have the time right now, but for twenty-four hours I'm yours."
Lysia tried not to grin widely at that statement. "Let me get this straight. I've got your undivided attention for twenty-four hours?" Ares nodded. "You're mine for that time?" He nodded again. "Can I do whatever I want with you?" He started to chuckle and nodded a third time. "Will you do anything I say?"
Ares frowned. "Don't push it, my dear."
"Then in that case, I'm sleepy. I'll sleep in your arms for a few hours. You can wake me up then... from the inside." Lysia laughed at the look on Ares' face. She was making him wait, but the way she saw it, she had plenty of time with him, and plenty of time to recover from him. Besides they'd both enjoy 'waking her up'.
Ares stuttered for a moment, but was speechless. Lysia curled up next to him, put her head on his shoulder, and grasped his other arm firmly. She quickly went back to her interrupted nap. Ares was left to stare at her in astonishment. He couldn't believe that she'd chosen sleep over sex. That was totally unlike the Lysia he remembered. He'd given his word, so in a few hours he'd wake her up, as requested. That would be fun.
Soon after Lysia had gone to sleep, he noticed her shifting during a dream. He ignored her until she started making soft kittenish moans. He took a close look at her face and decided she was having an erotic dream. He verified that by glancing at her breasts and noticed her beaded nipples. Ares smiled. This would be more fun than he'd previously thought.
He pulled Lysia closer to him and raised one leg over his hips. She responded by clutching at his body and moving closer. He grasped his manhood and slowly inserted it into her body. Lysia began to whimper and her hips undulated against his body. She was hot and moist; he slipped easily in and out of her. Regardless of her instructions, he didn't want to enjoy this by himself so he pulled her garment off then kissed and caressed every part of her body he could reach.
When her eyelids began to flutter he increased the tempo of his thrusts. Just as she became fully awake and said his name her body convulsed around his. She gripped his shoulders and her nails dug into his skin. He began to slowly stroke inside her, pulling her leg more firmly around his waist. She gasped as she realized that he wasn't yet done with her and eagerly pulled his mouth to hers.
Ah, how he loved a grateful woman. Her body was in sync with his; as he retreated, she cajoled him back to her, as he returned, she rewarded him by gripping him tightly in her womb. Her tongue parried with his, her hands keeping him in place as she played with his mouth. He moved one hand between them to tease and caress her body just above where he moved in and out of her. Her hips moved faster as he pushed her to a peak once again, and this time he joined her.
Ares rolled over onto his back and pulled Lysia's limp body with him. The Amazons were the only mortals who could even come close to keeping up with him. Their stamina kept him amused for longer periods of time. Too bad they were mortal; the gods were able to do this for weeks if they so desired.
Lysia went back to sleep. Ares covered her body with a sheet and prepared to wait until she woke up on her own this time. He'd have to remember that she responded well to being woken up like that, something to look forward to in the future.
Ares left an exhausted Lysia several hours later. As promised, he'd made her beg for him over and over. It was certainly worth his time and energy to have visited her. He'd be back when she least expected it...