By JinXavier
Warning: This story contains scenes of graphic consensual sex between a man and a woman. If you are under 18, or this is illegal where you live, please read no further.
The character of Ares, God of War, belongs to Universal Studios and Renaissance Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended.
Breanna moved through the Amazon forest as silently as a ghost, entirely in her element. She knew instinctively where to step to leave a virtually nonexistent trail, what to avoid to keep from making a sound. Long ago, when she was a small child, she'd been called a demon by the superstitious villagers where she'd lived because she was constantly getting into places she shouldn't have been able to. She had been beaten quite often for snooping where she wasn't wanted, but that didn't make her stop. Now she was glad she'd honed her skills; they came in handy with the Amazons who had adopted her when her family had been slaughtered by a marauding warlord.
Her abilities to move so quietly and to spy without getting caught were the main reason she'd been chosen for this particular mission. The Queen had received a message that a group of men were camped on the edges of the Amazon forest. Breanna's job was to discover how many men where in the group and exactly what their intentions were. The Queen had been very strict with her. She was NOT to engage in battle. She was simply to find out these things and return to the village. Bree smiled grimly. Was it her fault she had an itchy sword hand?
As she neared the edges of Amazon territory, Breanna took to the trees, moving skillfully across the branches without a whisper of a sound. The forest was unnaturally quiet around her, a sign, she was sure, that the local wildlife took exception to the invaders in their midst.
At last she began to hear voices raised in conversation, broken by occasional raucous laughter. Adjusting her sword, just in case, she moved in the direction of the sounds.
Bree peered through the thick foliage of the trees to see that the Queen's message had spoken true. There WAS a group of men camped on the edge of the forest, and from the look of things, they'd been there a while. She counted quickly. An even dozen. Her hand ached to unsheathe her sword, but she remembered the Queen's admonition and forced herself to remain calm. She listened carefully in order to divine the band's intent.
Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her. Acting entirely on instinct, she launched herself higher in the branches just as a sword sliced through the air she'd so recently vacated. Amazingly enough, another of the brigands had snuck up behind her in the trees and even now was opening his mouth to call to his companions.
Breanna jumped over the man's head and came down on a branch behind him, drawing her sword as she landed, but before she could silence him, he screamed "AMAZON!" No sooner had the words left his lips then Bree's sword slid cleanly through his heart, and he fell from the trees, dead before he hit the ground.
"Damn," she muttered under her breath as the man's companions headed her way, drawing their swords in preparation for battle. And even worse, they were clamoring up the trees after her, moving faster than she would have thought possible. They were almost as good as Amazons. Almost, but not quite.
Knowing she should flee, but unable to control her natural instincts, Bree gave a war cry and launched herself into the fray. She knocked two of the men from the branches before they quite knew what had hit them, then disemboweled the one who was her nearest adversary. Four down. Nine to go.
Bree flew to the ground, kicking out and knocking another man unconscious as she landed. She whirled around, slicing another's throat, then ducking and allowing one man to stab his friend while she thrust back with her sword to impale him. Four more down. Five to go.
The five remaining warriors encircled her, but with another cry, Bree sailed back up into the trees as if pulled on an invisible thread. The men gaped up at the place where she'd disappeared, but before they could move, she came back down behind them. She slid her sword into one man from the rear, then elbowed another so hard in the face that his nose exploded and he fell to the ground, dripping blood and writhing in pain. Two more down. Three to go.
Bree kicked out, hitting one of her attackers right below the belt. He joined his comrade on the ground, screaming in agony. She slammed another into a tree, knocking him out cold, then turned to her final opponent.
The man smiled at her coldly, his sword at the ready. Moving quicker than she expected, he struck, driving her backward. Bree parried, slicing through his tunic but unfortunately not drawing blood. He began a viscous attack, hacking away at her, and suddenly, Bree felt a searing pain in her left arm. She ignored it and began to counterattack, drawing on her Amazon skills to force the man away. At last she managed to get under his guard, and she slid her blade straight through his heart.
Breathing heavily, Breanna gazed around at the carnage as the battle haze began to leave her. She shook her head ruefully as the two men she'd only injured hobbled away as fast as they could. Her left arm felt like it was on fire, but before she could examine the wound, she heard a faint sound behind her, and she turned, her sword already coming up to battle readiness.
"Bravo, my dear!" Ares, God of War said, clapping his hands together enthusiastically. "That was magnificent."
Disgusted, Breanna sheathed her blade. "What are you doing here, Ares?" she asked in irritation as she began to examine her wounded arm. The cut was deep and bleeding profusely. The lower part of her arm was covered in blood.
"Just watching one of my favorites at work," the god said cheerily. "And you work SO well. You took those men out in no time flat. I think you set a record."
Bree shook her head in distaste, then reached under her leather dress to rip off a piece of her shift to bind her wound. "I'm so glad you're pleased," she said sarcastically.
The god moved toward her as lithely as a jungle cat, and Bree tensed, fighting an urge to flee. Try as she might, she could never resist Ares when he got this close. For some reason, whenever he touched her, she immediately lost all her good sense.
Ares placed a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to his. "You are a marvel," he said, his deep voice sending shivers through her body. "You shouldn't be wasting your life with the Amazons. You should serve me."
Bree jerked away. "I know better," she retorted.
The god watched her minister to her wound, then smiled seductively. "You're bleeding quite badly," he pointed out. "I could heal that if you'd like."
Bree snorted. "At what cost? No, thanks. I'll deal with it."
"So stubborn," he said softly, coming up behind her and moving aside the weight of her long dark hair to kiss her neck.
Bree shut her eyes, distracted by the feel of his lips on her neck, but when his arms encircled her from behind to pull her back against him so that she could feel the hardness of his desire, she remembered herself and moved away.
"Stop it," she cautioned. "I'm really not in the mood."
"But I am," the god said. "Watching you in battle always excites me. You're amazing. You always pass my little tests."
Bree stiffened. She turned to face him with narrowed eyes. "Test?" she asked carefully.
Ares' dark gaze threatened to melt her in place, but she refused to be drawn in to the desire so evident there. "What are you talking about? What test?"
The god grinned. He held out his arms, indicating the bodies lying all around them. "This, my dear," he said. "I wanted to see how skilled you were against special soldiers trained to fight Amazons."
Bree stared at the god in outrage. A test? This had all been a stupid test? "I don't believe you!" she shouted. "You set this whole thing up to test me? Gods, Ares. I could have been killed."
"But you weren't. You took out thirteen men on your own." He smiled smugly. "I knew you could."
"Zeus damn you to Tartarus, you manipulative bastard," Bree said coldly, giving her makeshift tourniquet one final savage twist.
Ares chuckled. "You had nothing to worry about. I was in total control the whole time. Should you have needed my assistance, I would have stepped in."
Bree glared at the god. "Control. That's what it's all about, isn't it, Ares? You always have to be in control. Well, not with me. You have never controlled me, and you never will."
Ares threw back his head and laughed heartily. "But you're wrong, my dear. I do control you. And one day, you'll realize that you belong with me."
Bree snorted. "You can hold your breath on that one, because it's not going to happen. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back home." She stormed away from him, trying her best to ignore the mocking laughter that rang out behind her as she headed back toward the Amazon village.
Breanna was almost halfway home when she began to feel faint. While she was a marvel at stealth and spying and swordplay, her medical skills had never been the best. Her arm was still bleeding profusely, and with dismay she realized that she might not make it home.
She cursed Ares under her breath. Damn the god. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? And why couldn't she resist him? She knew several of the other Amazons in her tribe had been with the god, and they'd all warned her about him, but she'd been unable to refuse him when he'd seduced her into his bed. She vowed each time that it wouldn't happen again, but it always did.
Bree gazed at the dripping blood, knowing that if she called him now, he would come help her. But she also knew there would be a heavy price to pay. No, she decided. She wasn't going to give in this time. She replaced her failed tourniquet with another strip of cloth from her shift and tightened it carefully. She'd make it home somehow, without Ares' help. Once her wound was bound, Bree set off, trying to ignore the dizziness that threatened to bring her down with each step. Damn Ares anyway. That god definitely needed to be taught a lesson.
"Ares!"
Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, paced the floor of one of the many vast halls on Mount Olympus, her anger growing with every step. "Where are you?" she shouted. "You'd better appear right now, or I'll see you spend some time visiting Uncle Hades in Tartarus!"
"What is it?" The God of War snarled as he appeared before his sister with much bad grace. "I'm busy, Artemis. I DO have several wars going on right now, you know? Some of us around here actually have to work."
"I could care less about your wars," Artemis snapped. "I'm only interested in my Amazons."
Ares crossed his arms and gazed at his sister with mock patience. "And what about them?"
"I could care less if you bed them, Ares, but when you almost kill one, you've gone too far."
One perfect eyebrow arched in disbelief. "Kill one? I haven't killed any of your Amazons."
"I didn't say you killed her," Artemis retorted. "I said you ALMOST killed her. Can't you hear?"
Ares sighed hugely. "Okay, Artemis. Which of your Amazons did I supposedly ALMOST kill?"
"Breanna," the Goddess of the Hunt announced as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at her brother.
The God of War cocked his head and regarded his sister warily. "That's not true," he replied staunchly.
Artemis stalked over to Ares, glaring up into that beautiful face that hid such a manipulative mind. "You set thirteen men against a single Amazon for one of your stupid tests. She managed to defeat them, but she was wounded, and you KNEW that. You let her leave in that condition, and by the time she had reached the village, she had almost bled to death."
Ares shrugged. "So? She refused my help. And she didn't die. Beside, she's just a mortal, Artemis. I don't know why you're so upset."
Artemis grabbed the god by the leather cord around his throat and pulled his face down even with hers. "She's MY mortal," she hissed. "You had no right." She released her brother, straightened the leather tunic she wore, then smiled thinly at the God of War. "And Father agrees."
"What?" Ares asked faintly as if he didn't quite believe his ears.
"Father said that since the Amazons are under my protection, you were out of line interfering with Breanna as you did. Therefore, he is allowing you to be punished for it."
"This is ridiculous," the God of War spluttered in rage. "You can't be serious."
Artemis glared at her brother. "You chose to interfere with my Amazons. Now you will pay the price."
Ares gaped at the Goddess of the Hunt. "I can't believe you would take a mortal's side against mine."
A smile quirked the lips of the beautiful goddess. "Really, Ares," she admonished. "You'd think after all these millennia you'd know me better than that. However much you may pretend that the Amazons serve you, in reality, they serve me."
"But she didn't die!" he shouted.
"It doesn't matter. I'm sick and tired of you thinking you can get away with this kind of thing. They're MINE, Ares. Not yours. You want to jump in the sack with every one of them, that's your business, but you will NOT harm any of them again. Do you hear me?"
"I hear you," he growled. "So what is this punishment you think I'm so deserving of."
"The girl will choose your punishment," Artemis said simply.
Ares grew very still. He gazed at his sister warily. "The girl? Breanna?"
Artemis nodded solemnly.
A calculating expression leapt into the god's eyes. "Well, that shouldn't be too bad then," he mused.
A slow smile broke across the goddess' lovely face. "She will have twenty-four hours in which to . . . punish you, and during that time," Artemis paused, and her smile grew wider. "You may not use your powers."
"What?" the god howled. "No way!"
Artemis said nothing. She gazed at her brother with a smile that vaguely resembled one that might grace a shark's mouth as it contemplated its prey.
Ares glared at his sister. "Zeus agreed with this?" he inquired angrily.
Artemis nodded.
"And if I refuse?" the god growled.
"Then you will spend some time in Tartarus, Ares. Father said that he wanted to make a point with you. You've overstepped your bounds too many times. This time, you're getting called on it."
The God of War began to pace around the room, muttering crossly to himself. At last he stopped and threw his hands up in the air. "Oh well. She's only a mortal. How imaginative can she be? And Breanna is . . . fond of me. Sort of. Very well, sister, I'll take the mortal's punishment."
"Good," the goddess replied. "Go to her home now. When you arrive, you'll be without your powers for twenty-four hours. And you must do anything she says. Understand?"
"Yeah, yeah. I understand." He was preparing to disappear, when he paused. "Artemis?"
The goddess cocked her head inquiringly.
"I won't forget this," Ares said, a threat plain in his voice.
The god faded out of existence, leaving his sister chucking softly behind him
"I don't doubt it, brother, because if I know Breanna, she'll come up with something unforgettable."
Breanna lay on her bed in the small hut she called home wearing only the linen shift she usually slept in. Her arm itched abominably, and she chafed at her confinement. Her wound had been deep, requiring many stitches, and she had lost so much blood that it had been several days before she could even get out of bed. The Queen had insisted she rest until her arm was fully healed. Now Bree lay there waiting to perform the task that had been put upon her.
She hadn't been terribly happy when the Queen had informed her that Artemis was going to allow her to punish Ares. She knew that the God of War was notorious for holding grudges, and anything she might do to him by way of punishment would NOT be forgotten. She had wracked her brain, wondering how in the world she could get a point across to him without alienating him forever. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially not to Ares, but the idea of never being with him again chilled her blood. At last as the sun began to set outside, a slow smile crossed her lovely face. 'Yes,' she thought. 'That might work. And more than that, it'd be pleasurable for both of us.'
The subject of her ruminations choose that moment to appear. Bree couldn't help but grin at the sight of him; Ares looked VERY put out.
He bowed mockingly. "I'm here," he said. "For my . . . punishment."
Bree laughed. "Don't you go getting all bent out of shape at me, Ares. This was the Queen's idea, not mine. I really wasn't overly anxious to see you again."
"Then I'll go," the god said immediately.
"Uh, Ares," Bree said, stopping him before he could disappear. "After careful consideration, I've decided that this is a golden opportunity, and I'm not going to waste it."
The god crossed his muscular arms and glared at her. "Make up your mind," he snapped.
Bree rolled over on her side, propping herself up on one arm as she regarded the beautiful being in front of her. "Now let me see if I have the details straight here. You're mine, to do with what I want for twenty-four hours. Correct?"
Ares inclined his head, his eyes flashing angrily.
"And you can't use your powers?" Bree grinned when he nodded stiffly. "And you have to do ANYTHING I say. Right?"
"Right," he growled. "Can we just get on with it?"
Bree smiled her most evil of smiles. "If you insist," she said, her voice full of promise. She patted the bed beside her. "Come here, Ares."
The God of War cocked his head and regarded her warily, but at last he obeyed and came to stand beside the bed. His gaze flickered over the bulky bandage that still encircled her arm, but he said not a word about it.
Bree slipped off the bed and ran up her hands up the front of the black leather vest that sheathed the god's muscular chest. "Do you remember that conversation we had about control, Ares?"
The god's eyes flared with a warning light, but Bree just smiled. "I think it's time for YOU to have a lesson in control, Ares. Only this time, it'll be me controlling you."
Ares' jaw tightened with anger, but when she ran her hands inside his vest and lightly brushed his nipples with the tips of her fingers, she saw his fury begin to melt away. She unfastened his leather vest and pushed the heavy garment open, running her hands over the strong muscles in his chest. Ares removed his vest and dropped it behind him on the floor, then pulled her to him roughly.
Bree stood on tiptoe and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Lie on the bed, Ares," she commanded.
He pulled away, a feral smile crossing his full, sensuous lips. He lay down on the bed and put his hands behind his head, regarding her expectantly. "Now this is my idea of punishment," he said, his gaze raking over her form approvingly.
Breanna laughed. "Oh, this isn't the punishment." She sat on the bed beside him and traced her finger lightly down the center of his chest where the soft hair grew densest, down over his abdomen to the ram's head buckle that graced the belt encircling his waist. "Now THIS is the punishment," she announced. "I want you to lie there and not move, regardless of what I do."
Ares cocked his head, studying her closely. "You don't want me to move?" he asked incredulously.
"You got it," she replied, then bent to capture one of his nipples in her mouth. She smiled at his sudden intake of breath, then began to suck lightly. She moved to the other nipple, biting it gently, but when he groaned and moved his hands to plunge them into her hair, she stopped immediately.
"I said don't move," she warned.
"But . . ." the god began to protest, but Breanna cut him off.
"I mean it, Ares. You move again, and I'll tie you down."
The god grew very still. He stared at her in shock. "You wouldn't dare," he said at last.
Bree's lips curved into a beatific smile. "Just watch me," she whispered, bending down once again to nibble on his earlobe. She ran her tongue inside the whorls of his ear, then traced a line down the side of his neck, around the strong muscles of his chest, then back to his nipples once again.
"Bree," he groaned, his hands twitching as he fought to keep them still.
Breanna ignored him. She began to kiss her way down over his flat belly, taking her time, drawing out the torment. She could see that his manhood was already straining against its confinement, and she felt hot excitement curl inside her as she lightly traced around his throbbing shaft.
"Gods," he groaned, forgetting himself once again and moving his hands down to her head to try to force her to touch him.
Bree stopped again. She shook her head admonishingly. "I told you, Ares. Now I'll just have to tie you down."
Ares began to sit up, but Bree gently pushed him back down. "It's this or Tartarus, Ares. It's your choice."
The god glared at her for a moment, obviously weighing his options, but at last he relented. "I won't forget this," he muttered.
Bree chuckled. "I'm counting on that." She found some leather bands amongst her clothes, then moved back to the bed. "Put your arms up," she commanded.
Grudgingly, the god complied, and Bree slowly undid his gauntlets, slipping them from his muscular forearms, then kissing the inside of each wrist. She quickly and deftly tied his arms to the posts of her bed so that he couldn't move. "Now remember," she warned. "You can't use your powers, so you can't get out of those until I release you. Now, if you'll be good and lie still, I won't tie your feet. But if you move again . . ." Her voice held a clear warning as she gazed down in anticipation at the prone god. The warmth that had coiled in her stomach began to spread, sending tingling sensations throughout her body.
"Now," she said softly, "I think we can dispense with these." She tugged at the ram's head buckle, opened it, then unfastened his leather pants. She could just see the tip of his shaft, and she noticed with a small smile that it had already begun to weep a tiny bit of liquid. Being tied up and helpless certainly didn't seem to be affecting his desire.
"Let's get these boots off first," she whispered, slowly drawing the leather boots from his feet. She glanced up to see him gazing down at her with hooded lids, and she couldn't resist teasing him just a little. "Tell me something, Ares. Are gods ticklish?"
The god's brow furrowed. "Ticklish?" he asked. "How ridiculous. Of course not."
Bree ran a finger over the sole of his foot, and she laughed when he instinctively jerked it away. "I thought gods weren't ticklish," she said.
"We're not," he retorted. "I just don't like the way that feels."
"Too bad," she replied, lightly tracing the sole of the other foot. He jerked again, and Bree shook her head. "I guess I'm just going to have to tie your feet as well," she announced. She slipped his leather pants down over his slim hips, releasing his proud manhood at last, then slid them completely from his body. "Unless you promise me you'll hold still," she added.
"I'll hold still," he growled through gritted teeth.
She sat back, studying his face thoughtfully. He certainly didn't look terrible pleased with his predicament. He glared at her, his dark eyes flashing with anger, but his body was sending her a much different message. She smiled softly. "How does it feel knowing that I have total control, Ares?"
He growled deep in his throat but said nothing as she moved beside him to lightly brush his mouth with her own. She outlined his full lips with her tongue, then began her journey down his body again, exploring each inch with her mouth. When she reached his manhood, she kissed around it, almost, but never quite touching it. She slid a hand underneath him, cupping his testicles in her hand, then she ran her tongue just across the tip of his shaft, catching a drop of his seed as it seeped from the tiny opening. "Oh," she murmured. "That's sweet."
"Breanna," he pleaded in a voice that was more of a groan
She looked up at him, a clear warning on her face. "Another word, and I'll gag you as well," she said. Ares' eyes flared dangerously, but he heeded her warning and snapped his mouth tightly shut.
Once she was sure of his cooperation, Bree began to lick up and down his throbbing shaft, outlining the prominent veins with her tongue. She cupped him again and squeezed lightly just as her mouth descended to take his member fully inside.
Ares groaned, and he strained against his bonds, but Bree had tied him too tightly to break without using his powers. She began to move up and down on his shaft, slowly at first, then building up her speed as his breathing quickened. Just when she knew that he was about to let go, she stopped and pulled away. She lay her head on the flat of his belly, gazing up at him with a small smile on her face.
"Don't stop," he moaned, pulling against the leather straps which held him prisoner.
Bree said nothing; her smile simply widened.
"Breanna," he began in a voice hoarse from unfulfilled need. "Whatever else you can say about me, you know that I have never taken pleasure with you without seeing that you found release as well."
Bree thought about his words for a moment. At last she nodded. "You're right," she agreed softly. "I can't fault your performance in bed."
She began to stroke his manhood again, watching in fascination as it grew even harder from her ministrations. Ares closed his eyes as she returned to her task and took him back into her mouth, moving up and down on him like a piston. She grasped the base of his manhood and began to use her hand as well, alternately stroking and squeezing. She felt his testicles draw up, and with one more squeeze, his seed erupted into her mouth, filling her with its incredible warmth.
Bree drank down each drop, reveling in the taste of him. She continued a light suction until he was completely purged, then released him, gazing up at him with blue eyes full of desire. "I wonder," she said softly. "Is your legendary prowess dependent on your powers?"
"What do you mean?" Ares asked.
"Well," Bree said, lightly running a finger down his beautiful shaft, smiling slightly when it twitched under her touch. "A mortal man requires time to . . . recuperate."
"I'm not mortal," the god pointed out.
Bree nodded as his shaft began to grow once more under her light caress. "I see that," she whispered. She bent down, bestowing a light kiss on the tip of his manhood. She slid off the bed and stood, gazing down at the prone god with a promise in her eyes. Slowly and seductively, she pushed the straps of her shift from her shoulders. She allowed the garment to fall to the floor, revealing her nude body in all its perfection.
Ares' eyes began to smolder as she moved her hands up to cup her breasts, then ran a finger lightly across each nipple. His eyes tracked her hands as they began to move down over her belly, and when one dipped between her legs, the god swallowed convulsively.
"I'm already ready for you," she whispered. "Just being near you does that to me." She sat back down beside him, stroking the straining muscles in his strong arms. The leather bonds were cutting into his hands as he fought against them, but Bree refused to let him go just yet. The lesson was not quite complete.
She bestowed a quick kiss on his beautiful lips, then moved her body on top of his. His manhood was again at full attention, throbbing with his need, and she wrapped her hand around him and guided him to her opening. She sat up, and with one swift stroke, impaled herself on his shaft.
They groaned together as he filled her completely. Bree remained motionless for a moment to allow her body time to adjust to the sheer size of him, but at last she began to move. She took him in as deep as she could, then pulled almost all the way up until just the head of his shaft was inside her, then plunged down again. She took her time, moving in an irregular rhythm that had them both panting with pent-up desire.
She rode him for what seemed a lifetime, drawing out her own pleasure, enjoying this unfamiliar sensation of control. At last she could feel her orgasm building up inside her. She began to move faster, tilting her body forward so that he was forced deeper inside her with each stroke. This new position caused the core of her womanhood to rub against the hardness of his body, and that was enough to send her over the edge. An incredible orgasm washed over her, causing her to cry out from the sheer intensity of it. Her inner muscles began to convulse around his shaft, and Ares gave a guttural cry as his seed shot deep inside her, filling her with its heat.
Bree lay down full upon him, their bodies still joined, as she came back down from the heights. She lovingly kissed his chest, then propped her chin up on her hands and gazed deeply into his dark brown eyes.
"Now tell me honestly, Ares. Was that so bad?"
"No," he admitted grudgingly. "It was rather . . . intense. Now let me go."
Bree smiled and shook her head. "Not yet. I want to make sure I got my point across."
"I got your point," he growled menacingly.
"I'm not so sure," Breanna countered. "How did it feel to know that someone had total control over you? You didn't care for it much, did you?"
Ares gazed at her in consideration for a moment, then shook his head. "Not much," he allowed.
"How do you think mortals feel, Ares?" she continued. "You know this will end eventually. Mortals don't have that luxury."
The god's eyes narrowed as he thought about her words.
"Next time you decide to play games with someone's life, will you at least think about this?" she implored. "Remember how you felt, and realize that mortals feel that way all the time." She gazed deeply into his dark brown eyes, hoping against hope that her words would sink in. She knew it was probably too much to hope for, but maybe, just maybe, this little lesson might give the god pause in the future.
"All right," he muttered. "I'll think about it. I doubt I'll be able to forget this," he added under his breath.
"Thank you," she whispered, kissing him softly once again.
"Now let me go!" he commanded.
Bree shook his head. "ASK me, Ares. Don't tell me."
"Damnation, Bree," he swore. "Must you do this?"
"Artemis said. . . "
"Okay. Okay." He paused, then grimaced. "Will you PLEASE let me go?"
Breanna gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "All you had to do was ask." She slipped the bonds from his hands, kissing his wrists softly where the leather had held them. Once he was free, he immediately flipped her over on her back with his manhood still inside her, his body covering hers completely. Bree reveled in the feel of his firm body against hers, the weight of him upon her. Now that she had satisfied her earlier desire, she was more than willing to allow Ares to regain his control.
His mouth descended upon hers, kissing her deeply and intimately, his tongue parting her lips and delving inside to entwine with her own. Bree slipped her arms around his neck, playing with the soft curls there as he explored her mouth. That familiar warmth began to build up inside her again as she felt him growing inside her.
He pulled away, gazing down at her with dark eyes alight with passion. "My punishment isn't over for quite a while," he reminded her in a voice full of his need.
Breanna smiled and lightly touched his face. "Oh, no," she said softly. "Whatever will we do?"
Ares' eyes sparkled with suppressed mirth. "I'm sure we'll think of something," he assured her.
"You still have to do what I want you to," she pointed out.
Ares grinned. "And what do you want me to do, my sweet?" he asked seductively.
Breanna pulled his mouth back down to hers. "Make love to me, Ares," she breathed.
And the god was more than happy to comply. He began to move within her, taking his time, doing his utmost to please her. Breanna thought that maybe he HAD learned a small lesson in all of this. She supposed only time would tell. Then she stopped thinking at all as he took her back up into the heights once again as only he could.
The End