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 characters of Iolaus, Hercules, and Ares, God of War, belong to Universal Studios and Renaissance Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended.
The afternoon sun pierced through the thick green leaves of the trees and illuminated the faint pathway through the forest as Breanna made her way toward the main Amazon village. Something was up. There was an excitement in the air that she hadn't felt in a very long time. The Amazon that had replaced her on patrol hadn't known exactly what was going on, but she did say there was a rumor that Hercules was coming for a visit. Breanna grinned. It had been ages since Hercules had been to the village. She only now realized how much she'd missed the legendary hero.
Suddenly, up ahead, she saw the familiar blond locks of Hercules' regular companion. With a squeal, she launched herself toward her friend. "Iolaus!" She wrapped her arms around him and hugged tightly, then almost fell over backward in surprise when he screamed and pushed her away.
"Don't hurt me!" he cried, backpedaling away from her and falling on his rear end in the process.
Breanna stared at the man in shock. She and Iolaus had been friends for years. They flirted with each other outrageously, but they had never been lovers. They were more like brother and sister. Now he was looking at her as if she were some kind of demon. He was actually . . . cowering? Iolaus? Afraid? What in Tartarus was going on?
She took a closer look and realized that he wasn't even dressed in his usual attire. He had on dark red tights that were made of some kind of stretchy looking fabric, a tunic of red and gold, and the oddest tri-pointed hat she'd ever seen in her life. Even his shoes were strange. The toes were extremely long and curled up on the ends. Something was definitely not right here.
"Breanna!" A voice hailed her from the trees, and Bree looked up with relief to see Hercules headed in their direction.
"Hercules!" she called. "What's wrong with Iolaus?" The blond man was still on the ground, and if Breanna wasn't mistaken, he was shaking with fright!
"Uh, well," the legendary hero said as he came over to Iolaus and reached a hand down to help his friend to his feet. "It's a long story."
Breanna crossed her arms across her chest and tapped her foot impatiently. "I've got time," she said pointedly.
"Wh . . . what IS she?" Iolaus asked, moving behind Hercules as if for protection. His eyes traveled over her form in barely controlled terror from the hilt of the sword that peeked out above her shoulder to the cropped brown shirt and leather skirt she wore to the laced knee-high boots on her feet.
Breanna stared at her friend. "Gods, Iolaus, what is WRONG with you? What do you think I am? I'm an Amazon."
"Uh, Breanna," Hercules began, but he stopped when Iolaus moved out from behind him.
"One of Artemis' Amazons?" the blond man asked, curiosity winning out over fear. "You don't LOOK like an Amazon."
"Iolaus," Hercules said, faint exasperation in his tone. His friend looked up at him blankly for a moment, then his mouth fell open. "Oh, yeah. I forgot."
"What is going ON here?" Breanna demanded.
"Breanna, this isn't really Iolaus," Hercules began. "Not the Iolaus YOU used to know."
"Not Iolaus," Breanna parroted faintly. She gazed at the hero in speculation, then at the blond man she'd known for years. "Oooookay," she said slowly. "If he's not Iolaus, then who is he?"
"Uhm, well, his name is Iolaus," Hercules said, and Breanna burst out laughing.
"Imagine that."
"Look, did Iolaus ever tell you about the time he went through that doorway to the other world?"
Breanna's eyes narrowed. She DID remember Iolaus telling her some wild tale about another world. A place where everyone looked the same as here, but they acted just the opposite. The only thing she remembered from that conversation was that Hercules was a tyrant there and Ares was the God of Love. She grinned widely. Iolaus had polished off about five mugs of a special Amazon brew while he was telling her that story. She'd assumed he was drunk.
"Yeah, he mentioned that," she concurred at last. "I thought he was making it up."
Hercules shook his head. "Nope. This is the Iolaus from that world." He held out a hand and indicated the blond man standing by his side. Iolaus seemed to have gotten over his fear, but he was eyeing her Amazon garb curiously.
"Nice to meet you," Breanna said with a polite nod
"Uh, same here," the little man replied.
"So where's Io . . . uh, the OTHER Iolaus?" Breanna asked, trying to ignore the way the blond man was staring at her. She didn't want to be rude, but she was about two seconds away from popping him a good one right in the mouth.
Hercules noticed Iolaus' rather inappropriate attention, touched his friend on the arm and shook his head in warning. The little man glanced up at the hero curiously, then back at Breanna. Only then did he see the dangerous glint in her blue eyes, and he took a quick step backward.
"Breanna," Hercules said softly in a voice full of pain. "Iolaus is dead."
Breanna felt as if someone had taken a sledgehammer and slammed it into her stomach. Her face drained of all color, and she leaned against a tree for support so she wouldn't fall down. "Dead?" she whispered. "Iolaus?"
Hercules came to her side and touched her arm, his beautiful blue eyes full of sympathy. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I know how much you'll miss him."
"Gods," Breanna said, her eyes filling with hot tears. "How?"
"Dahok," Hercules replied grimly.
"Bastard," Breanna swore fiercely, her hands clenching into fists at her side.
"Don't worry," Hercules assured her. "He's dead."
"Good," Breanna growled. "I hope it was long and painful."
There was a brief mournful silence, then Breanna noticed that the little blond man was gaping at her again, and something inside her snapped. "What is it with you?" she snarled. "Haven't you ever seen an Amazon before?"
"Um, you don't look like our Amazons," he explained.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"Well, they belong to Artemis. They live in her temples and dress in these long flowing white gowns, and they're pampered and spoiled." He grinned. "It's supposed to be one of the cushiest gigs around. All the girls want to be Amazons."
"Do they?" Breanna said dryly. "What is Artemis the goddess of in your world?"
Iolaus' grin widened. "Pleasure."
"I see," Breanna said with false sweetness. "Well, here she's the Goddess of the Hunt. And guess what my favorite thing to hunt is?" When Iolaus' eyes widened, she smiled ferally. "Little blond men who can't keep their eyes to themselves."
"Oh," he said faintly, then moved behind Hercules again.
The hero was trying hard not to laugh. "Come on, Bree," he said. "Go easy on him. He's new to all this."
Breanna shook her head. "You better get him under control then," she warned. "Some of the others will take exception to being gawked at like that."
"He'll get used to it," the hero assured her. "So, are you headed to the village?"
Breanna nodded. "Yeah. I'm off duty for a few days. Thank the Gods. I heard there was going to be a party." She grinned up at her friend. "I guess you're the guest of honor."
"Guess so," Hercules said. "We'd better get going, or we'll be late."
Bree nodded, and the three of them began to move through the trees toward the Amazon village, when suddenly a bright light full of tiny pink and red hearts flashed beside them accompanied by something that sounded suspiciously like a giggle.
Three heads turned as one to see what had caused the phenomenon. Hercules closed his eyes and covered his face with his hand in consternation, Iolaus shook his head ruefully, and Breanna's mouth fell open.
A man stood before them. An incredibly handsome man with coal black curls that fell softly to his shoulders, dark eyes that sparkled with delight, a smoothly shaven face of almost impossible beauty, full, sensuous lips that were even now curved in a seductive smile, and an amazingly muscular body that was sheathed in a white leather vest with gold trim and breathtakingly tight white pants.
"Ares?" Breanna breathed in awe. "What in TARTARUS have you DONE to yourself?"
The god turned to her and flashed her a wicked grin, his eyes filling with suppressed mirth. He flipped his hair back over his shoulder in a vaguely feminine way, and it looked to Bree as if he were almost . . . posing?
"Bree," Hercules warned quietly "That's not OUR Ares."
"What?" she asked, unable to drag her eyes away from the sight before her.
"He's from that other world, too," Hercules explained. "He's the God of Love there."
"Th . . . the . . .," Breanna stammered. "The God of Love?"
"That's right, sweetie," the newcomer said. "And who are you? You are just TOO cute." One dark eye closed slowly in a highly suggestive wink.
Breanna's mouth fell open again, and she was momentarily struck dumb.
"Ares, this is Breanna," Hercules introduced them, then added by way of explanation when he saw the god's eyes roving over his friend's form with much the same curiosity as Iolaus, "She's an Amazon."
"One of Artemis' Amazons?" the god asked inquisitively. "She doesn't look like an Amazon." He grinned. "Not that I'm complaining, mind. I always thought those white things Artemis made them wear covered up WAY too much."
Breanna's eyes narrowed, and, realizing that things were about to get nasty, Hercules stepped between his Amazon friend and the God of Love.
"Uh, Ares," he said. "What are you doing here?"
"What?" the god asked, his eyes still on Breanna. He forcefully dragged them away, then looked up at the hero, and his face broke into the sunniest of smiles. "Oh, I just wanted to see how the other half lives. I thought it was only fair. After all, your Ares got to see OUR world."
"Is THAT where he's been?" Breanna muttered under her breath. Several of her sisters were quite wretched because the God of War hadn't been by to see them in a very long while.
Hercules shot her a vaguely disapproving glance, then returned his attention to the god. "Now might not be a good time," he said. "We're going to the Amazon village for a . . . celebration."
"Wonderful," Ares cried. "I'll just tag along."
Breanna finally broke the paralysis that had gripped her at the god's sudden appearance and his complete diversity from the Ares she knew so well. "Uh, Hercules. I really don't think . . . " she trailed off as the god cast a faintly lecherous look her way.
"It's alright, sweetie," he assured her. "I'll be on my BEST behavior."
He tilted his head back and cast her a wide smile full of gorgeous white teeth. Bree shut her eyes, then reopened them slowly. It was truly amazing how he could look so much like her Ares and ACT so differently.
"Gods," Hercules muttered under his breath. "Ares, really. I'm not sure that the Amazons are ready for you. Can't you come back some other time?"
The god's lips bowed up into a pout. "But I want to go to the party," he whined.
Iolaus snorted softly. "Every time YOU come to a party, everyone ends up . . . " he trailed off, blushing hotly.
"Ares," Hercules said. "Believe me. This is NOT a good place for you to be. Why don't you go find Cupid?"
"Cupid!" the god shrieked. "WHY would I want to find CUPID????" He shivered dramatically.
Hercules rubbed his temples as though he were beginning to get a massive headache. "Ares, OUR Cupid. Remember? He's our God of Love."
The god stared at the hero vacantly for a moment, then he smiled tentatively. "Oh. That's right. The guy with the wings and the cute little bow and arrow."
"You two ought to have a lot in common," Hercules said dryly. "I bet he'll be able to keep you entertained until we're done here, and then I'll show you anything you want to see."
The god's mouth curved into a slow smile. His gaze traveled up and down the hero's muscular body. "Anything?" he asked.
Breanna couldn't hold back a laugh as Hercules stiffened, then went bright red.
Ares sighed dramatically. "Oh, well, I guess I could go hang with Cupid. He's pretty cool." He held up an arm to make himself disappear, then cast another long look at the demigod. "But I'll be back in the morning," he warned, his voice full of promise. Then accompanied by tinkling music and a shower of glowing hearts, he disappeared.
"By the Gods," Breanna breathed. "Has OUR Ares seen that?"
Hercules grinned. "Oh, yeah."
"To have been a fly on the wall," she said, shaking her head in amusement.
"So how about that party?" the hero asked.
Breanna shot her friend a wide grin and hooked her arm through his. "Let's go!"
The Amazon festivities lasted long into the night. It was a bittersweet celebration. They honored the passing of one of their dearest friends and welcomed a new one (although the new Iolaus seemed quite awed by the Amazons). The party was a curious mixture of both happiness and sadness, and when Breanna finally broke away and headed for her hut, she felt exhausted and completely wrung out.
She didn't sleep well, however. She tossed and turned for hours. When she finally dozed off, she dreamed, strange disjointed dreams that she didn't remember when she woke. A familiar ache deep inside her, however, told her they were probably of an erotic nature.
She lay in her small cot, staring blankly into the darkness. It had obviously been too long since she'd been with anyone. She thought back and realized that the last person she'd slept with had been Ares. The God of War had tested her by allowing thirteen men to attack her, and although she had survived, she'd been wounded and almost died. Artemis had been so incensed with her brother that she had convinced Zeus to let the Amazon punish Ares. A slow smile crossed Breanna's lips as she remembered the punishment, but then it faded away. He'd not been back since. Maybe she'd gone too far.
Breanna finally gave up trying to go back to sleep. Dawn had yet to break as she slipped out the doorway of her hut. It was early yet; no one was about, so she thought she'd take a quick dip in the lake before anyone else was up.
She moved toward the lake as silently as a ghost, enjoying the cool morning mist on her skin and the quietness all around her. When she reached the edge of the water, she was gratified to see that she truly was alone in the early morning darkness. She slipped out of her shift, then dove into the water.
It felt glorious. Natural hot springs underneath the lake kept it warm at all times of year. Breanna floated on her back and gazed up into the lightening sky, watching as the stars began to disappear and the sun peeked over the horizon. She floated idly, her arms held out to either side as the day gradually brightened around her. Feeling better now, and fully awake, she was just thinking about getting out when she heard a splash, a squeal, and then a deep voice breaking into song.
Breanna immediately submersed herself. She moved closer to the shore and came up behind some thick water reeds. She pushed the reeds aside carefully and peered through to see who had disturbed her solitude.
At first she saw no one. The singing had stopped, but she could see faint ripples on the water where someone had been recently. Suddenly, a head broke through the surface. It was Ares! Breanna's eyes narrowed as she noted the god's clean-shaven face. The OTHER Ares, anyway.
Water dripped from his long, dark locks and down over his shoulders and muscular chest. He began to sing again, an amazingly deep voice coming from that beautiful mouth. With a slight grin, Breanna wondered if HER Ares could sing that well. Damn, people would PAY to hear that voice!
The god began to walk slowly toward the shore, and Breanna's throat suddenly went dry. Gods, he was beautiful. She knew her own Ares' body intimately, but this was different somehow. It was as if she were looking at a completely different person.
His muscular arms were the same, she noted, although he held them a bit differently. The chest was the same, even though the water in which he'd been immersed had made the light furring of hair darker somewhat. Water droplets coursed down over that chest, and Breanna swallowed convulsively as she followed the path of one single drop down over the god's nipple to the center of his stomach where the hair grew thickest.
He took another step, and the tip of his shaft was revealed. Breanna swallowed again, and a spear of lust shot through her body as the god took another step, revealing his entire manhood to her. His impromptu swim must have aroused him because it waved before him, long and thick and proud. He was definitely as well endowed as her Ares, and Breanna suddenly found herself wondering idly if they were different in bed. Her body began to ache in a familiar way, and when he reached his hand down and idly stroked himself, Breanna couldn't hold back a gasp.
He paused and cocked his head. His eyes turned her way, and she ducked under the water quickly, mortified at being caught. She stayed under as long as she could, but when she couldn't last another second, she shot up to see the God of Love standing over her, an amused expression on his face.
"No need to drown on my account," he said with a wry grin.
Breanna was too embarrassed to speak. She just couldn't believe he'd caught her gaping at him. Thank the Gods the water here was deep enough so that so couldn't see him below the waist. She didn't know if she could have taken being so close to him if she could see him in all his glory.
Her inability to speak seemed to amuse the god even more. He reached down a hand for her to take, and without thinking, she did so. She stood, and only then did she remember that she didn't have any clothes on. The water was only up to his waist, so it hit her right below her breasts. The god's gaze dropped down to her chest, and she saw approval and desire slide into his dark eyes. Suddenly, the temperature around them seemed to rise, and Breanna started having trouble breathing. She swore inwardly. She'd never had any control of her body around the God of War, and it seemed like it was the same with THIS Ares.
He moved closer to her so that their bodies were almost touching and gazed down at her with dark eyes smoldering with an internal fire. "So beautiful," he whispered reverently as he reached over and lightly touched her face, then brushed her lips with his thumb. "You could be a goddess."
Her body automatically reacted to his touch. Her nipples hardened into stiff peaks, and she felt a different kind of wetness between her thighs. She ordered herself to back away from the god, but her body obviously had plans of its own. Instead, she took a small step forward until her breasts touched his chest and his shaft lay hard against her thigh. Ares inhaled sharply, and his lips descended upon hers, devouring her. She stepped full into his embrace, sliding her arms around him and up his back, running her fingers over the steel muscles which lay corded underneath his soft skin.
She returned his kiss with growing passion, feeling him growing even harder between them. His tongue slid between her lips and over her teeth, then inside to explore the deep cavity of her mouth, and her own tongue followed, tangling playfully with his. She moaned as his hands found her breasts and he brushed his thumbs across the engorged nipples. He stroked her gently, then pulled his mouth from hers and replaced his fingers with his lips, licking and sucking first one nipple, then the other, until she thought she would scream. Her breath was coming in short pants when his hand finally moved below the waterline and gently parted her legs. He molded his large hand over her womanhood, then parted her nether lips with one finger, sliding it slowly inside the warm wetness of her.
Breanna moaned again as he penetrated her, and when another finger joined the first and he began to move them in and out in a steady rhythm, her body began to rock slowly. His thumb rotated up and brushed against that most sensitive of spots, and she cried out as an incredible orgasm rushed through her, turning her knees to jelly. Only his strong arm holding her kept her from sinking beneath the warm surface of the water.
His mouth found hers again, and his hands moved to her waist. He picked her up gently and positioned his manhood at her opening, then in one swift stroke, impaled her on his shaft. Breanna wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he seized her hips and thrust up into her. Small, animal sounds began to escape her as he penetrated deeper and deeper with each thrust. Unconsciously she dug her fingernails into his back, and he groaned deep in his throat. He slammed into her all the way, and she felt the warmth of his seed as it shot into her. Another climax suddenly exploded within her, causing her to cry out his name as pleasure so intense that it was almost pain flashed through her body.
He held her close, whispering her name softly as her breathing returned to normal. He withdrew from her, then picked her up and strode from the water. He placed her gently on the soft green grass on the bank of the lake and covered her body with his. His mouth was on hers again, and her fingers entwined in his curls, pulling him down to her. Her body was already ready for him again, so he slid inside her moist heat. He began to move slowly, so slowly, until she was panting and breathing his name over and over as she came again and again, each wave peaking higher and higher until she was blinded by the sheer force of her orgasms. His own breath became ragged, and he thrust into her faster and faster until he cried out, and his hot seed spilt inside her again.
He collapsed on top of her, and she held him close, stroking his dark curls lovingly. "Gods," she whispered when she was finally able to talk. "That was wonderful."
He pulled back and gazed down at her, a gentle smile curving his lips. "It was rather nice, wasn't it?"
Breanna couldn't help but return the smile. Then she noticed how bright the day had grown around them, and she realized that she could hear the faint sounds that signaled her sisters were up and about in the village. Soon the others would be down to bathe, and she certainly didn't want to get caught in this particular position.
Ares seemed to catch her thoughts. "Shall we go to your place?" he suggested, bending down and kissing the side of her neck.
Breanna nodded quickly as desire flared up inside her again. "Oh, yeah," she breathed. "Can you . . . ?"
"Gladly," the god said with a grin, then snapped a finger so that they disappeared in a sparkling cloud of tiny hearts.
They reappeared in her bed, their bodies still joined, and he bent to kiss her again. She could feel him hardening inside her, and a small smile crossed her lips. "Gods," she muttered. "You're worse than Ares." A small giggle escaped her at that thought.
Her new lover grinned down at her. "Well, after all, I AM the God of Love," he pointed out, and then he did his very best to prove his claim.
Iolaus sat on a fallen log in the forest just beyond the Amazon village, his chin in his hands, the front point of his jester hat hanging rather dejectedly in front of his face. He lifted his head hopefully when he saw Hercules headed his way. "Well?" he asked.
Hercules shook his head. "I can't find him anywhere. Cupid said he was there for a while, but he left early this morning." The hero dropped down on the log beside his new friend with a sigh. "I don't understand what could have happened to him." A reluctant smile crossed his lips. "But he IS a god. He can take care of himself." He paused, then added ruefully. "I think."
"So what are we going to do?" Iolaus asked.
Hercules shrugged. "Guess we'll move on." He glanced over at his new companion. "You ready to go see some more of our world?"
The little blond jester jumped up with a grin. "Sure thing!" He playfully punched the hero on the arm. "Let's go, partner!"
And so the legendary hero and his new friend headed away from the Amazon village, off on new adventures. And the God of Love? Let's just say that, although he didn't see as much of our world as he'd planned, he had a VERY enjoyable visit!
THE END