A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING

By Stathira

The character of Ares belongs to Universal/Pacific Renaissance. The character of Themisia belongs to Stathira :)

Warning: This story contains graphic scenes of consensual sex between a man and a woman. If you are under 18 years, please don’t proceed further.

Themisia marched up the hill towards the temple of Ares, her face red, but more from temper than exertion. This was the third time in three weeks that the God of War had commanded the presence of the young Amazon. On the two previous occasions, he had taken her to task for minor flaws in her fighting technique. Themisia had stood silent while the lord of war bellowed angrily at her. He didn’t personally train Amazons, he had roared at her, to watch them lose the skills he had given them. She knew he had a point. Her training sessions with her sisters had been anything but satisfying for weeks now, and she bore several slight wounds attesting to the proficiency of her training partners.

The young raven-haired woman sighed. Her recent performance annoyed even her. The strange lack of coordination and loss of concentration she was experiencing was an embarrassment. Kaltraea, her closest friend and confidante, had laughingly suggested she might have spring fever. Spring was certainly upon them, with new life bursting forth wherever one looked. Themisia had grinned and swatted playfully at her sister. It bothered her that she was not covering or parrying as well as she was used to doing, and while she had discounted her sister’s playfully proposed theory, her mind had slid away from acknowledging the real reason for her distraction.

Once inside the great doors of Ares’ temple, she slowed down for a moment, calming herself. It wouldn’t do to lose her temper in Ares’ presence. She, like many Amazons, held a particular devotion to the God of War, and habitually prayed to him on the eve of battle, although she had never taken the decisive step of vowing herself to him. For some reason, he had never broached the subject with her. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or hurt. He was demanding enough as an instructor, and she’d heard tales of the high expectations he placed on those sworn to serve him. And yet, a small part of her wondered if he was so unimpressed with her skills, even after he himself had trained her, that he simply found her unsuitable for his service.

"THEMISIA!" The harsh yell came from the direction of the temple throne room. "Stop dawdling in the atrium and get in here now!"

She sighed and swallowed. Well, one thing was for sure, he wasn’t in a good mood. She hurriedly smoothed her hair and straightened her skirt, and was about to tighten the twine laces on her boots, when the imperative bellow sounded again, making her jump.

"NOW Themisia! Not next week!"

She hurried past several of Ares’ priests and priestesses, who paid her scant attention, coming to a halt just inside the throne room.

At the opposite end of the massive room, the dark God of War sat with both hands resting with deceptive lightness on the arms of his throne.

"Do you expect me to come to you?" he enquired impatiently.

Themisia moved forward until she stood directly in front of the throne. Ares’ dark eyes regarded her from a face set in a highly-displeased scowl.

"What have you to say for yourself this time?" He asked coldly. "Akaela and Missane could have killed you three times over this morning! You lost every single opportunity they gave you to get in a counter-strike." He shook his head in disgust, his angry eyes demanding some sort of response.

"My Lord..." She cleared her threat and swallowed her nervousness, licking dry lips.

Ares saw the small pink tongue dart rapidly in and out of her mouth. She was nervous. Good. Well she might be!

"My Lord," she began again. "Forgive me. I, I don’t know what’s the matter with me. I just can’t seem to concentrate." She raised her shoulders and made a small, frustrated gesture with her hands.

The God of War stared at her, unimpressed. "There must be some reason, my dear. You’ve been gaining in proficiency over the last several months. A warrior doesn’t suddenly start going backwards in their training for no reason," he observed.

Themisia swallowed again. "There’s nothing I can think of, Lord Ares," she assured him, the tension rising within her under the all-encompassing, unwavering gaze of the God of War.

She flushed, a bright, highly noticeable crimson that immediately caught Ares’ attention. He also noted the way she lowered her eyes, so he couldn’t see them.

Ares’ eyes narrowed. She was hiding something from him. He mentally shook his head. Foolish mortal; didn’t she realise he only had to reach out and...? The God of War blinked, then smiled slightly to himself. So that was her "problem". Well, he could fix that readily enough - and have a pleasurable time in the process.

In one lithe movement he left his throne and went to her. She raised her eyes as he came to a halt not one foot from her.

"My dear Themisia, I believe there may be a way to help you," he told her softly, trying with difficulty to keep the amusement out of his voice.

She looked startled, her cheeks still burning. "There, there is, My Lord?"

He smiled - a predatory, self-assured smile. "Yes indeed, my dear. But you’ll have to trust me completely. Do you think you could do that?"

Her tongue flickered out again to moisten still-dry lips. "I, I...suppose so," she managed, as nonchalantly as she could.

"Good!" he told her encouragingly. "What I want you to do, is return here tonight after the evening meal. We’ll work on your...problem...then," he told her calmly.

Themisia’s heart started pounding. "T,tonight?" She asked, afraid to look up into those dark, unreadable, mysterious eyes.

He nodded. "Mmm," he confirmed, raising one hand to lazily stroke his fingers down her cheek. "That is, if you have no other pressing matters to attend to?" He so enjoyed toying with the young mortals. They were an endless source of amusement.

"No My Lord," she answered promptly enough.

"Excellent! Now off with you." The God of War made a slight motion of dismissal, although his face was mild enough. As the young woman left the throne room, his eyes followed her, considering, measuring. A knowing smile lightened the handsome features. Yes, he was going to enjoy this.

Themisia returned to the city with a deep sense of foreboding. What was Ares going to do to her? He had seemed calm enough, thankfully. She sighed.

That evening after dinner, the young Amazon once again walked the path to the Temple of Ares, her heart pounding every step of the way. What if he finds out? She thought miserably to herself, unaware that the dark lord of war already knew her secret.

As she stepped beyond the doors and into the torch-lit cool entrance atrium of the temple, the great bronzed doors closed behind her, shutting out the warm, moonlit night, and leaving her to face her fate.

Nervously, she looked around, and saw one of Ares’ priests approaching down the long corridor to the left.

When he was close enough for her to hear him, he asked, "Are you the Amazon Themisia?"

She nodded, her stomach churning.

"Lord Ares awaits you in his quarters. Please come with me," he told her shortly.

In his quarters? Gods, this was getting worse by the minute.

She followed the priest down several stone corridors into the depths of the temple. Stopping before a pair of large wooden doors, the priest knocked discreetly. "Come!" The distinct voice of the God of War reached them from behind the doors.

The priest opened the door and ushered Themisia inside, shutting it behind her and leaving her alone with Ares.

The God of War was standing at a large window on the other side of the spacious room, gazing out into the night, a slight frown on his face. After a moment, however, he turned to face his visitor.

"Themisia, welcome," he smiled. It was the kind of smile that she had seen him bestow on other Amazons before. She took a deep breath.

"I’ve come as you asked, My Lord."

"So I see," he grinned, his eyes amused. "You can come a little closer. I don’t bite," he assured her in a teasing tone.

That’s not what I’ve heard, Themisia thought as she forced her legs to propel her forward to within a few feet of him.

He also moved, with sleek, pantherish grace, so that they met half way, next to a table containing platters of various meats, fruits and cheeses.

She stared at the table. Did he invite me here for a meal? She preferred to think that rather than face the other alternative. But seconds later Ares himself was disabusing her of that notion.

A gentle hand under her chin forced her head up so that her eyes were staring directly into the dark eyes of the God of War.

"How old are you, Themisia?" He asked gently.

She swallowed, her eyes imprisoned by his. "Eighteen summers, My Lord."

"Eighteen summers?" he repeated thoughtfully.

His hand moved to caress her cheek.

"And you have yet to take a lover. Curious. Most of your sisters have taken a lover to their beds well before their eighteenth year."

Her cheeks burned. She remained miserably silent under that intense, all-knowing gaze.

"Y,yes, My Lord," she managed to get out, wishing the floor would open and swallow her.

"Why is that, Themisia?" His voice, although soft, was compelling.

She thought of a thousand things to say, but they would all be lies, and he, being a god, could easily see into her mind. Themisia focussed her gaze on his chest. Anywhere but his eyes. She quelled the instinct to wring her hands, and mumbled something indistinguishable.

Ares’ hands moved to her shoulders, his voice coming from somewhere near her ear - a soft, seductive lure.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t hear that."

Miserably she continued to stare at the magnificent, muscular chest just inches from her nose. It was so close she could feel the warmth emanating from it; see his chest rise and fall in a rhythmic pattern.

"I,I,I...I’m afraid!" she suddenly blurted, her face flaming with shame.

"Ohhhh," came the drawled response.

"And yet you desire me, don’t you?"

She stood silent before the completely perceptive question.

He waited, his eyes warm with the light of the many candles flickering in the chamber, never leaving her.

She was all but wringing her hands. He knows!

Finally she could stand it no longer. "My Lord, what does ... that ....have to do with my training?"

He grinned; a knowing, assured grin.

"My dear Themisia," he told her quietly, reaching out to pick up a golden cup from the table, "It has everything to do with it. Drink."

Startled eyes flew to what he held in his hand, and then up to his eyes. It was bad enough that he knew her secret, but his rapid change of subject was sending her closer and closer to outright panic.

"Lord Ares?" She was confused.

"Drink," he repeated encouragingly, holding the cup, filled with a liquid as dark as the wine dark sea, towards her.

Themisia looked at the cup. "What is it?" she asked him nervously.

Those oh-so-seductive fingers were caressing her cheek again, before moving to run along the edge of her lower lip.

"You said you’d trust me, Themisia. You do trust me - don’t you?" he asked in a voice lined with pure honey, quirking a dark eyebrow in enquiry at the young woman before him.

And if I say no, he’s probably going to destroy me where I stand! Themisia tried for a tremulous smile. "Yes, Lord Ares, I do," she finally replied in a firm voice. Whatever was to come, she was, after all, an Amazon warrior.

The tall God of War smiled. It was a smile full of the charm of one of the Twelve Enthroned Olympian Gods. It was overwhelming - and totally alluring.

"Good - then drink, my dear, and I’ll tell you what it is after you’ve finished."

He raised the cup to her lips, and she slowly took it, drinking half the sweet and not unpleasant-tasting contents before proffering it back to Ares.

"Uh, uh, uh, my dear. Drink it all," he whispered, watching her closely.

When she’d finished, he took the empty cup and returned it to the table beside them.

He now took her face in his hands.

"My sweet, that was one of Aphrodite’s most powerful potions. As a special favour to me, she increased its power three-fold, and added a little something that compels the person drinking it to be utterly honest," he informed her inexorably. No use in alarming the girl by telling her it had, in fact, been an aphrodisiac.

Themisia’s mouth fell open. He’d drugged her? What on earth was he going to do? She looked nervously over her shoulder at the now-securely shut doors.

He caught her panicked thought. The potion would start working fast, so her unease would soon disappear. "No. Merely given you something to help you relax and enjoy yourself," he told her calmly, all the while keeping her eyes locked with his.

The young mortal gulped. "Oh."

Ares smiled, watching for the first signs that the fast-acting potion had begun its work.

"You’re really quite a good fighter, my dear. I was very pleased with your progress under my training. I expect to see better in future, too, as you work on your skills."

Deep inside Themisia, a trail of warm fire had flamed into being and was moving progressively through her entire body. For some reason, she now found Ares’ dark eyes mesmerising. I could drown in those eyes, she thought to herself. They’re beautiful when he’s not angry. ...They’re beautiful even when he is angry.

"I promise I’ll try to do better My Lord," she assured him softly, diffidently.

He was pleased. "Oh I’m sure you will," he gave her that devastating smile, full of warmth and charm. His hand moved to lazily trace down her soft cheek to her neck, leaving a heated trail behind it. Those gentle fingers rested idly against her neck.

Themisia nodded, and smiled uncertainly. The fire within had risen to her head. She could feel her face begin to flush with its warmth. Her whole body had begun to relax of its own accord.

Ares watched as her eyes grew bright. He smiled again, pleased.

"Come," he invited softly. Reaching down to take her hand in his, he slowly led her in the direction of a doorway leading off to the left of the chamber they were now in. At the doorway, he released her hand and went to stand behind her, his hands on her shoulders, as he gently moved her into a room illuminated by hundreds of candles.

She stared. The room was dominated by an enormous bed. Her mouth opened in surprise. She turned, her eyes flying to his.

"It’s all right, Themisia," he assured her, still gently. "You need have no fear here. Only undreamed-of pleasure awaits you."

Butterflies tried to rise within her stomach, only to subside as a warm, lambent ease began to spread through her. She was suddenly and completely aware of the scent of the leather he wore. It was an intoxicating scent. Deep within her nether regions a strange, unaccustomed tightness began to coil.

Ares sensed the potion doing its work. He slowly turned her to face him, lowering his head until his full lips were gently teasing her soft, untried ones. He took his time, nibbling gently, his tongue now and then darting out to tease her moist lips.

She felt like she was drowning in liquid fire. Heat had spread all through her veins, every part of her body, her head, and that part of her which proclaimed her woman had begun to tingle with delicious anticipation - of what, she couldn’t have said.

Ares drew back slightly to gaze down at her flushed face.

"This isn’t so bad, is it, my sweet," he asked in a soft teasing tone, his warm breath fanning her face as her bright eyes raised themselves dazedly to his.

"No, Lord Ares," she whispered, lost in the feelings that had sprung to life inside her.

"In here, my dear, you may simply call me Ares," he told her, his deep voice as soft as her own had just been.

His hand moved to her hair, sliding his hands into her thick locks until his hand was cupping her head.

The mere touch of his fingers against her scalp sent frissons of sensual pleasure shooting through her. Her mouth opened slightly in surprise. Ares took advantage of her surprise to capture her lips with his own, this time deepening the kiss, his hand holding her head in place.

Her mouth opened like a flower beneath his seeking lips.

His free arm encircled her waist, pulling her up against his leather-clad chest.

Themisia was immersed in a sea of total sensation. The feel of his strong, solid arm holding her against him, the warmth of his chest which emanated through his open vest and the feel of his warm, moist lips moving so sensuously against hers all combined to produce a small moan of pure pleasure that was expelled into his mouth. His moist, seeking tongue slowly moved into her mouth now, to tease and parry with her tongue, before lazily tracing a path along her inner lips.

Of their own volition her hands went up to encircle his neck. She sighed as her body, obeying its own instinctive urges, leaned against his.

Ares’ right hand was still cradling her head. His other hand pulled her even closer against him so that she could feel his aroused shaft straining for release against the tight leather pants he wore.

She gasped into his mouth at the feel of his shaft against her stomach, but didn’t seek to move, until Ares drew back a little, breaking the kiss.

Oh yes, she was going to do very nicely.

Gentle fingers slowly began unlacing the brief vest she wore. Almost imperceptibly, as she stood staring up at him, he carefully removed her vest, revealing her small, firm breasts to his gaze.

Ares smiled. "Very nice, my sweet," he approved.

His head lowered again to her lips, to continue their ravishment. One arm curled back around her waist, while the other hand came up to gently cup one breast. His thumb began to tease it, and almost instantly he felt the tiny nub snap to attention under the caress of his thumb. His mouth plundered hers while his hand moved to treat the other breast with the same care.

Themisia moaned into his mouth, but he didn’t break the kiss now. His hands moved. He found the tie that secured her skirt, and released the knot. Her skirt fell to the floor around her feet.

It all felt so dreamlike. Themisia, held close against the leather-clad chest, felt those strong arms around her; felt the firm, warm hands wander at will over her back and buttocks, pulling her even closer to him so that she was unsure of where she left off or where he began.

Tentatively, her own hands slid down to the gap in his vest that gave entrance to his chest.

Ares felt her hands on him and moved back slightly, a small smile playing across his face.

"It’s all right, Themisia, feel free to touch me," he encouraged her, dark eyes caressing her.

Her hands willingly did as he bade, sliding across his taut, muscled chest. He swallowed, enjoying the feel of her untried hands wandering over his skin. Moving slowly, he removed his vest, dropping it to the floor behind him, to allow her greater access to him. He took her hands in his and placed them on his chest, holding them in place for a heartbeat, before moving them ever-so-slowly down his chest and to his pants, until he guided her hand to the taut bulge between his legs.

Themisia gasped, but was silenced as his lips covered hers yet again, this time seeking more from her. His tongue now stopped teasing and thrust hardily into her mouth, demanding a deeper response from her. It came. She moaned beneath his mouth, her hands suddenly free of his and moving to struggle with the fastening which secured his pants.

Ares’ hands moved hers out of the way, and summarily dealt with his pants so that he stood revealed to her in all his godly glory.

Themisia looked down, her face now bright red. She had never seen anything like the shaft protruding so proudly upwards from Ares’ body.

His soft voice drew her eyes upwards again. "That’s right my dear Themisia - and it’s all yours this night. Come." He took her hand and led her to the bed, seating her on its edge, before sitting himself and pulling her towards him again. His head lowered, and his hot mouth closed wetly over her right breast.

Themisia drew in a large gulp of air, her whole being reverberating with the feelings shooting through every part of her. His tongue caressed the hard little nub. Her head went back as she all but drowned in a sea of pleasure.

When Ares at last lifted his head, he gazed into her dazed eyes, and smiled. She was immersed in passion.

"You learn well and fast, little one," he told her, pleased.

"Now, let’s take the lesson a step further, shall we?"

He carefully positioned her so that she was lying on the bed. He now moved to kneel astride her, his dark face thoughtfully watching her.

Themisia lay, her eyes half closed, unable to do anything but surrender to the feelings rioting through her.

Ares hand gently parted her thighs, his hand sliding between her legs to cover her. A second later, feeling the wetness issuing from her, he raised an eyebrow. "My, you ARE ready, aren’t you?"

His fingers began to move delicately between her legs, alternatively teasing and challenging. She could only lay there, moaning as something hitherto unknown began to happen within her. The tightness which had began to coil within her earlier now centred hotly around the region where Ares’ fingers were so expertly moving. He picked up the pace. The tightness began to become unbearable and she started moaning out loud, the sound emerging from her almost in time with the movement of Ares’ fingers. She reached up to clutch at his shoulders as the tightness continued to build surging towards a peak as Ares’ fingers moved harder and faster now, dark eyes enjoying the sensual, ever-changing play of feelings pass across the face of the young woman beneath him.

Suddenly, she shot through that tightening spiral and exploded outwards into wave after wave of pure pleasure. She screamed and held him tightly as her body bucked convulsively.

She lay gulping in air and looking up at him from stunned, fever-bright eyes. "I didn’t know...!"

Ares smiled, now lowering himself to cover her. "There’s really nothing to fear, my dear Themisia, and that was just the beginning," he assured her in a soft, whisper, positioning himself while the aftershocks were still reverberating through her.

With one powerful thrust, he had entered her, passing her final barrier and shattering her final, but now-unnoticed fear. Themisia was aware of pain, and instinctively arched upwards, but that only served to move him deeper within her. He stopped, his hands caressing her gently. "It’s all right. It won’t hurt ever again, I promise you that, my sweet," he told her softly.

For some reason, she believed him. Perhaps because of the potion he had given her; perhaps because he’d gone out of his way to make her first time something she would never forget. Perhaps for both reasons.

But she didn’t have time to contemplate that. Ares had started to move within her now. Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed and power.

Themisia’s body of its own accord sheathed him tightly and completely. The feeling of him sliding in and out of her, now faster and faster, once again had her moaning and writhing beneath him. Her hands still clutched him around the neck, while his own hands moved down to cover her buttocks and hold her securely as he slammed into her over and over again, his own eyes now closed as he tasted his own passion. Teaching was the farthest thing from his mind now. Using god-sense he reached out and instantly found himself floating in the sea of passion in which Themisia lay drowning. His own body began its ascent to explosion. With each thrust he grunted, a low, guttural sound, Themisia’s moans matching him sound for sound.

Then he was surging out and soaring high into the cosmos, taking her with him, as his god-seed shot into her.

Ares subsided to lie on the young Amazon, drawing in air as fast as he could take it in. When he could talk again without gasping, he raised his head to gaze into Themisia’s face, so close to his own.

He cleared his throat. "Well. You certainly have a lot of potential, my sweet. I must keep that in mind."

The young Amazon’s face was flushed. She was still deeply immersed in passion. With a wanton smile, she reached up and slid her fingers through his silky locks before pulling his head down to hers again. This time she was kissing him with the new knowledge he had just given her. Ares immediately felt himself hardening again as her tongue eagerly snaked out and began a wet, erotic dance with his own. His hands curled around her again, holding her tightly. Her small breasts rubbed against the hairs on his chest, causing his breathing to quicken. Quite extraordinary. I must remember to thank ‘dite.

His hands moved over her again in a teasing, erotic pattern that had her arching up against him. He plunged himself all the way into her warm, wet cavern, his eyes closed in pure pleasure. Again and again he rammed into her. Her legs came up to wrap themselves tightly around him. He moved his head from her lips to her neck, to alternately nibble and lick. Themisia moaned.

When he moved a little and slid his right hand in between them, so that his fingers could stroke her engorged womanhood, she cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations shooting through her. He pressed and stroked as he continued to move within her. When he sensed her tightening in preparation for another explosion into pleasure, he removed his fingers and began slamming her hard and fast. Themisia arched up to meet each powerful thrust. They reached culmination simultaneously, his cries mingling with her squeals as her body convulsed uncontrollably beneath him.

Themisia awoke in the early hours of the morning and stretched, much like a contented cat. Turning, she saw that the bed beside her was empty. She sighed in disappointment. It had been such a wonderful feeling to finally drift off to sleep snuggled against the warmth of the God of War’s broad chest.

Smiling, she left the bed and dressed. Ares hadn’t returned by the time she left the temple.

Her sisters had good cause to be surprised over the following weeks. Themisia’s fighting skills improved rapidly to the point where it became clear to many in the City of the Amazons that she would soon be an outstanding warrior.

Cloaked in invisibility, Ares watched his young protégé at training. He smiled, enjoying the confidence and ease with which she now moved. He was inordinately pleased that his cure for her spring fever had worked. He’d be keeping a watchful eye on Themisia from now on. She showed great promise. He grinned to himself as he thought himself elsewhere. She shows great promise in a number of areas.

Themisia, her own face set in a wide, satisfied smile, left the training field. It had taken her a little while to understand exactly what Ares had done for her on that night several weeks before. She now knew she unexpectedly owed the God of War a debt of gratitude for finding a way to free her from the constraints that had been hindering her training - and for letting her experience something she had only hitherto dreamed of, but always in fear. She was sure he had his own reasons - Ares usually did, and there was always a catch. But she smiled as she sheathed her sword. He had been a kind, considerate lover and teacher. She would always remember that, no matter what else he did in his role as God of War.