By AresVixen
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.
This story is just for fun. The author is not making any money off of it and no copyright infringement is intended.
Miranda let out a long sigh as she shut her bedroom door. The past few days had been horrible. She had made a big mistake while dealing with some warlords. She might have been killed if Strife hadn’t intervened. That day she was thankful he had followed her, not that she minded when he did it any other time. She was even more thankful when he agreed not to tell Ares what had happened. Ares hated sloppy warriors, and that’s what she had been.
She slipped out of her warrior leathers and into something a bit more… comfortable. As she pulled on the linen skirt and top, she wondered what was keeping Strife. She knew he would be coming to claim his bribe for not telling Ares. Lacing up her top, she chuckled at the bizarre love/hate relationship she had with Strife and all the rumors it seemed to produce.
Strife popped into Miranda’s room as she sat at her desk, brushing her long brunette hair. One of the straps from her top draped seductively over her shoulder. How he longed to caress that silky skin.
"What’s up, Strife?" Miranda set the brush down and walked over to stretch out on the bed.
Strife settled himself on the bed next to her, facing her. She had closed her eyes and placed her hands behind her head. "Miri, why won’t you admit you like me?"
Opening one eye to peer at him, Miranda half shrugged. "Can you imagine the hard time people would give me if they knew for sure that I liked you and found you attractive? I’d never live it down. And besides, Ares would flip if he knew."
"So…" He toyed with the bedcovers. "You do care about me?"
Miranda sat up and took Strife’s hand. "Yes, I do. Maybe not like I love Ares, but I do." To prove her point, Miranda leaned forward, bringing her lips to his. She parted them with her tongue, letting it wander. It didn’t take much before Strife kissed her back. She pulled away after a moment, grinning at the shocked expression on his face.
"You know," he teased. "You’re all right."
"Just all right?" She playfully slapped him.
"Ow!" He rubbed his shoulder, pouting slightly. "Okay, you’re the best. How’s that?"
"Better. Now, you said you wanted something from me?" Miranda settled back down on the bed, knowing full well what he wanted.
Strife turned towards Miranda’s legs. He ran one hand slowly up the nearest one, from her calf to the bottom of the mid-thigh leather skirt she wore. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this. Sure, she had said she’d give anything to him after he got her out of that little scrape with the warlords, but would she give herself?
Swallowing nervously, Strife inched his hand under the skirt until it reached her underwear. He pushed the skirt back, revealing the black leather, silver studded garment that laced up each side. He’d never seen ones like this before, and they looked good on her. Taking one of the laces in his fingers, he started to tug. But then Strife paused, looking up at Miranda. Her face showed happy contentment, but the quick rise and fall of her chest indicated more. "Miri?"
"Yeah, Strife?" She gazed down at him.
"Y--you’re not gonna make me stop half way through, are you?"
"No, I won’t. I want this. I want you." Her eyes met his with sincere honesty. It was time she admitted it to him and to herself. Watching as Strife unlaced the garment, she lifted herself off the bed slightly so he could slip it off.
Strife tossed them on the floor and eased himself between Miranda’s legs. Glancing up at Miranda one more time, he made sure this was really happening. He smiled when she reached down, wrapping her fingers in his hair and guiding him toward her. He trailed kisses up her inner thigh. Nuzzling the sensitive area where Miranda’s leg met her body, Strife slipped a finger into her hot and waiting mound.
A soft moan escaped her lips. Her muscles instinctively tightened around Strife’s fingers. He sent incredible tingles through her body. They were intense, but in a different way from those Ares caused. Her back arched as Strife slid his fingers in and out slowly, almost teasing her. She clawed at the bed and then at Strife.
Strife growled when Miranda’s fingernails ran down his skin. As he slid up her body, their clothes instantly disappeared, freeing him from the confines of his leather pants. He kissed and nipped at her belly, still working his wonders on her with his hand. His mouth finally found its way to Miranda’s firm, round breasts. She groaned when he gently bit down on her nipple.
Strife was sending Miranda’s mind and body into a frenzy. She felt like she was losing control. Time to change that, she thought. Reaching down with both hands, she took Strife’s face and pulled it up to hers. Kissing him deeply and passionately, she quickly flipped him onto his back. "My turn," she whispered into his ear.
Reaching up, she pulled a silken tie from the sheer curtains around the bed. The twinkle in Strife’s eyes as she tied his hand above his head and to the bed excited Miranda even more.
"Why, Miri," Strife tugged playfully at the bonds. "I didn’t think bondage was your style."
Miranda brushed her cheek against his, nibbling on his earlobe and purred, "There are many things you don’t know about me, Strife."
Strife’s breathing quickened in Miranda’s ear. He did not expect such things from this priestess. Her fingers running down his sides made him writhe against the ties. He wanted to escape from the sensations it caused; yet they made him feel so good.
Miranda reveled in the torture she was putting Strife through. When she was with Ares, he controlled everything. Only rarely would he let Miranda take control and do what she pleased. Granted, she was inexperienced, but she learned quickly. The evidence of this lay before her on her bed. With her tongue, she made a wet trail from Strife’s lower abdomen, up his stomach, across his chest and around each nipple.
Strife’s whole body went into convulsions as her soft wet lips embraced his nipple. She sucked it into her mouth, flicking it lightly with her tongue. "Mir…," he moaned. Any coherent words after that were lost the moment he felt her hand wrap tightly around his hard shaft and slowly start to stroke.
Miranda knew the slower she went the more frantic and desperate he would become. Yet, those very reactions excited her even more. The size of Strife’s godhood impressed her. Though it was nothing like Ares’, it was more than average. She shifted her mouth’s attentions from the nipple to the prize in her hand.
Strife whimpered when he felt Miranda’s lips leave his chest. He could tell she enjoyed having him at her mercy. Her lips brushed the tip of his penis, and he yanked so hard on the ties he thought he would break either them or the bed. Her lips teased every inch of him; never fully making contact but letting him know they were there. He wouldn’t be able to take much more this. He could easily remove Miranda’s ties but didn’t want to ruin her fun. "Please, Miri," he begged.
"Please what, Strife?" she whispered. "Tell me what you want."
"I—I want you. Stop… teasing." He could barely get the words out.
Miranda couldn’t take anymore herself. Straddling his hips, she slipped herself slowly over him. Both moaned in unison at the rush of pleasure. Miranda tightened around him, coming up until he was almost out, then slipping back down. Strife enjoyed her steady rhythm for a few moments before freeing himself of the ties and rolling her onto her back. "Let’s see if you can take what you dish out," he chuckled softly. With a wave of his hand, hers were tied above her head and to the bed like his had been. He kissed her face, neck and shoulders, inching his way down her body until his mouth found her prize. She tasted warm and sweet. His tongue flicked against her, his finger teased, slipping in and out just a short way. He couldn’t suppress a giggle when she moaned and strained against the ties.
Miranda arched her back wanting more from Strife than he was giving. Her every nerve was on edge, wanting, needing release from the desire she had built up in herself. Combined with what Strife was doing to her, she thought she would explode.
Deciding to give her a bit more, Strife eased one finger all the way inside. Her warmth and wetness covered his hand immediately, and he felt her tighten. Sucking on the most sensitive part of her, he slipped a second, then third finger into her. Her cries of pleasure aroused him to heights he had not felt in a long time. His fingers continued to slide in and out rubbing her along the way, while his tongue lapped up the juices that flowed. Finally, he could not take it any more.
Miranda whimpered when he pulled his fingers from her, but that was quickly replaced by a cry of ecstasy when he shoved his full and ready godhood inside her. His bodily rhythm picked up where he had left off, only much quicker. Their bodies pounded together like waves against a shore until Miranda screamed her climax followed by Strife’s growl of release.
Strife lowered himself down on top of her as her ties disappeared. Both were breathless and satisfied. Running her fingers through his hair, Miranda turned her head to nuzzle his ear. "Thank you."
Strife turned to meet her lips, kissing her deeply. "My pleasure," he grinned.
*** The End ***