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 go away.
Iolaus and Ares belong to Universal Studios and Pacific Renaissance. No copyright infringement is intended. The author is just having fun.
Lysia, Alynn, and Rhysa were sitting outside their huts in the Amazon village. They were holding ale and wine and talking about men, as they often did late at night. Alynn joined the conversation, but kept talking of Iolaus. She couldn't get enough of gazing at his flaxen curled hair, his incredible heart-warming smile, and his well-developed chest that played peek-a-boo under that multi-colored vest he always wore. As she talked of Iolaus, her eyes glazed over repeatedly. If not for the support of her two friends by her side, she would have passed out as she spoke. She was one bad-off Amazon.
Lysia and Rhysa weren't much better, but the subject of their conversation was the god of war, Ares. They in turn laughed as they described his wavy black hair, his piercing brown eyes, and the arms of, well, of a god.
"I could show the god of war a thing or two," Lysia bragged. "Oh, yeah? Well I did show him a few new tricks the last time he came through here." Rhysa grinned and her breath quickened at the memory.
"Really? I think you were dreaming. What would Ares want with you?" Lysia good-naturedly teased her friend.
"That's grounds for a hoolie. I was not dreaming. Ares was..." and with that Rhysa lost her balance and landed on the ground with a loud 'Thud' before Alynn could catch her.
"That good, eh?" Lysia laughed. "I still say I could make him take notice of me."
"Prove it!" Alynn knew that Lysia was more talk than action, but in this case she was wrong.
"Yes, Lysia, prove it." In front of the three women (the one still in a faint on the ground) appeared Ares himself in a puff of smoke. "What would you do to make me take notice of you? And no, Rhysa wasn't dreaming. It was a very.... pleasant... experience for both of us." Ares reached down and gently picked Rhysa up. He gave her body a visual caress before he propped her back up against the hut.
Lysia's mouth was wide open. Ares in the flesh was much better than in her imagination. She couldn't take her eyes off his chest, which was barely revealed in the studded brown-leather vest he wore.
"Lysia?" Ares waved his hand in front of her face to see if her vision was okay.
Lysia blinked and tried to close her mouth. She stammered. "A-a-ares. Is that re-real-really y-y-you? What am I saying? Of course it's you. No one else could look so... so.. so.." Lysia was at a loss for words, a rarity.
Alynn pushed her over in an attempt to bring her to her senses.
"What'd you do that for, Alynn?"
"You were stuck on one word, Lysia. Surely you can be more descriptive than that!" Alynn laughed at Lysia. Rhysa made no comment, for she had opened her eyes, taken one look at Ares and had promptly fell back on the ground. Ares sighed and lifted her into a seated position for a second time.
"Lysia, I don't have all day, and I refuse to wait for a mortal. How were you going to prove that I'd notice you?" Ares crossed his arms in front of his chest. Lysia almost followed Rhysa's example and seriously considered fainting herself when she noticed the flash of pectoral muscle and small, curly, black hairs Ares' movement had produced.
Lysia gathered her courage, rose, and slowly walked over to Ares. She put her hand on his chest just below his chin and slowly moved it down longitudinally until it covered his abdomen. She felt Ares' muscles tighten as his eyes narrowed. "Would you like an audience, or shall I give a private demonstration?"
Before she could blink, Ares had teleported them to a clearing outside the village. "Please, do continue."
Lysia grinned. This was going to be fun! "May I take this off?" Lysia gestured to the brown vest.
"Of course you may, I'm at your mercy, temporarily of course." Ares gave her a brooding look.
Lysia shuddered in anticipation. Ares at her mercy? Oh, would she remember this moment.
She took him at his word and slowly unbuttoned the bottom of the vest. As she slowly moved from one button to another she moved her hands inside the vest at his waist, and delicately squeezed the sides of his hips. She marveled at the heat of him. Too bad this wasn't winter; she'd never be cold with him at her side!
Once the vest was completely unbuttoned, she left it on his body. She moved her right hand up the side of his chest until she reached his armpit, then started caressing his shoulder, which brought her closer to him. She caught her breath. With the index finger of her left hand, she traced the opening of the vest to where his pulse beat at the bottom of his neck. "Your heart is beating quickly. Do I have your undivided attention?"
The look Ares gave her was as hot as the heat coming off the body in front of her. If she had ever needed some cold, icy water, it was now! "What do you think, Lysia?" With that Ares moved her left hand from his throat. He guided it slowly back down his chest then below his waist to his pulsing member. "Do you think my attention is focused on you or not?"
Lysia gasped as her hand tried to measure the size of him. He was as hard as the steel of the sword he carried. Speaking of which, with what she felt, he didn't need any other sword other than the one he was born with. She purred, and pulled him closer to her with her right hand. Those arms! She couldn't get enough of them.
Lysia kissed the middle of his chest, then licked the spot she'd just kissed. "I think you're concentrating quite nicely. But you're a bit over-dressed. I'll take care of that."
She reluctantly moved her hands from their positions at his groin and his shoulder in order to slowly slide the vest down his arms. She felt herself begin to grow wet in her nether regions as she took a good, close look at the upper body she'd uncovered. He was perfect. She grew dizzy as she traced the muscles in his arms, chest, and upper back. She didn't want to move or do anything except stare at him.
Lysia was at a loss for words, but she'd let her actions speak for her. She bent closer to him and kissed the line of hair down the middle of his chest to his waist. She bent down and pulled at the fastenings on his pants. If he looked that good with his vest off, what would she do when she saw all of him nude? She couldn't wait to find out.
Ares reached down and untied the band holding Lysia's hair. The long brown hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. He put one hand at the back of her head and pulled her upwards. Lysia grasped his shoulders and leaned up to kiss the god of war full on the lips. It was a ravenous kiss; their lips and tongues caressing each other voraciously. Lysia forgot to breathe, she forgot to think, she forgot everything but the feel of Ares' mouth on hers and his hands cupping the back of his head.
Ares pulled away in increments. He kept coming back to nip at her lips. Lysia tried to pull him back to her, but he resisted. "You've made me notice you, my dear, now what?"
Lysia was incoherent. She didn't want anything more in life than to keep kissing and touching Ares. The god of war was hot! Her hands were shaking as she tried to finish undressing him. He laughed and helped her, then pushed her hands from his body as he undressed her. She didn't even have a chance to look at his nude body before he pulled her close again.
"My turn!" Ares' lips covered the same territory that her lips had covered on him. He traced gentle kisses down the middle of her body, then moved his head up to caress her breasts. His breath was hot as he blew on her nipples. They peaked even more at the attention they were getting. He licked them, then as he grasped her back hard he began to suck on them in earnest. Lysia groaned and grasped the back of Ares' head, playing with the curls as she'd been dying to do ever since she'd seen the god. This was beyond her wildest imaginings.
Ares scooped her up and lowered them to the ground. His weight was full on her, and it felt marvelous! He pulled her hands up over her head and kissed her again. Lysia protested against the pinning of her arms; she couldn't feel his muscles. His hands moved to cover hers, and his fingers slid in between hers. Lysia shuddered. If she felt this kind of pleasure at something so minor, what was it going to feel like when he sheathed his 'sword'?
Her concentration was focused on his lips, his hands, and his swollen manhood that was nestled against her belly. She wiggled to get more comfortable. Ares' hands held hers tighter in response. He bent his head just enough to lap at her nipples again. Lysia started to squirm. She couldn't stand much more of this. Ares was surely a sadistic man for doing this to her. He'd made it so that she couldn't move, and she wanted to touch his body the same way he was touching hers.
"Patience, my dear." Ares quietly chuckled. "Where is that bravado I heard earlier?"
Lysia decided to turn the tables on him. She quickly turned so that she was straddling the god. Her hands were still caught, but she could move much easier in this position. She moved so that Ares' member was just underneath the part of her that was ready for him. She began to move up and down his body, sliding on his staff until it was as wet as she was. Ares had kept quiet after she'd made her move. She was determined to make him groan as she'd done more than once already.
"My 'bravado' is quite all right, thank you." With that she maneuvered so that the tip of his phallus was just inside her body. She let her body sink down on him. When he was completely inside her, she sighed in relief. He felt so good! She began to move up and down on him, as if she was riding a horse, but she's never ridden a stallion like this one!
Ares reached his head up to suck on her nipples. The feeling of his tongue and hot mouth combined with the fullness inside her was too much. She began to whimper. She'd never last long enough to force him to make a sound at this rate.
Ares let her hands loose and settled his hands on her hips. He slowed her movement. With each stoke, he pulled her down farther onto his body. Soon, she couldn't tell where her body ended and his began. She couldn't stand the pleasure and began to moan in reaction. Ares leaned up and muffled the sounds with his mouth. She lost touch with reality as her body convulsed. She almost missed hearing Ares groan into her mouth as he reached his own pinnacle.
The night passed quickly, as Lysia and Ares explored each other's body. The next morning Alynn and Rhysa were witness to Ares carrying Lysia's prone body back to the camp. Ares was chuckling as he said, "She just doesn't have the stamina to keep up with a god. Tell her when she wakes up that I'll be happy to help her build it up later." He put Lysia in her pallet. "Never dare a god, my dear. This time we both won, next time you might not be so lucky."
He turned and kissed Rhysa, then winked at Alynn. "Later!" Ares vanished as quickly as he'd appeared the night before. Alynn and Rhysa chuckled themselves as they noticed the look of exhaustion on their friend's face. Good thing Lysia didn't have an early shift today; she'd be totally useless. That's what happened when you bragged about making a god notice you.
Alynn wondered if the same thing would happen to her if she dared Iolaus. She'd have to find out.