Iphicles awoke, his muscular frame drenched in sweat and cum. Eyes still clenched shut, keeping reality at bay, the king felt the whisper of memory. Feather light touches became roughly real caresses from calloused palms, running possessively over his body.
"Ares"
"Who else were you expecting?"
The god's words were said lightly, but the dark eyes revealed enormous passion, and to anyone who knew him as intimately as the king, enormous insecurity.
Iphicles
ran a lazy hand through his lover's tumbling curls. " I was dreaming
about the first time we met. I still get hard thinking about that
song." Undulating in the bed, Iphicles sang, "Here kitty, kitty."
Ares
purred, the sound vibrating around the lovers. "Tell me."
**************
Cora's
Inn
*************
Iphicles
circled the crowded inn, feeling at ease and unsure at the same time.
He knew his brother, Hercules, was here. Still, he had an urge to
attend. He swayed with the crowd, as the anticipation grew, crackling in
the air, heavy and thick.
Then it happened.
He took the stage, tight leather and testosterone, making hearts flutter and cocks throb. Ares, god of war. Brother of his brother. Iphicles' eyes darkened as Ares strutted and gyrated on the stage. The chiseled face almost a mirror to his own, the slight differences due to the somewhat boyish innocence that Iphicles' countenance still held.
Ares' stage ensemble seemed to be painted on his exquisite body. The war god's semi-erect cock, straining against the leather. Iphicles licked his full lips, wanting to taste the god's cum, feel it burn his naked flesh with its passion. The young man was frightened by the depth of his lust, the interest growing to desire, now quickly spiraling into obsession. He'd been so lost in watching those powerful, thrusting hips, Iphicles didn't notice the dark gaze that threatened to immolate him where he stood.
The song ended, and Iphicles quickly made his way up to the room he had at the inn. Walking painfully into the small chamber, Iphicles dug into his satchel for a very special treasure. He'd found it on one of his travels, a sweet substance that he liked best, warm and melted until it was of a syrupy consistency. Chocolate. He placed it in a bowl near the fire, to warm. Once that was done, he quickly stripped, freeing his erection, hand grasping the shaft tightly. He reached for the bowl with his other hand.
"I could help you with that, you know."
Iphicles jumped as the war god materialized. They both watched as the bowl the man had been reaching for flipped in the air, spilling on Iphicles naked body, pleasantly warm and sticky. Iphicles felt tendrils of anxiety and embarrassment flood him. He felt so awkward and foolish, and he must look like an idiot. Then an idea occurred to him that would hopefully help Iphicles get the completion that he so desperately needed. Lowering his mouth to his arm, he slowly licked the chocolate from his arm, savoring the taste, making noises of contentment that sounded like purring. Satisfied that his arm was clean, he circled a finger in the chocolate covering his nipple. Offering it to the god, a silent plea, Iphicles heard Ares say, "Come on kitty kitty, let's play."
The god pounced, rolled them onto the bed and latching onto a sweet nipple. Licking every inch of Iphicles upper torso, relishing the feeling a writhing body beneath him. The toned muscles of Iphicles abdomen, pectorals, biceps, all received lavish attention from Ares talented tongue. Slowly dipping lower and lower, finally reaching Iphicles' swollen cock.
Ares smiled at his lover's mumbles and growls. He licked the leaking tip of Iphicles' cock, the salty fluid a counterpoint to the slickly sweet chocolate. Running his fingers over the head, Ares coated his finger, bringing it to Iphicles' tight opening. Gods, the boy was tight. Just spit and cum weren't going to be enough. Without losing contact with the man's cock, Ares produced some oil to help stretch and loosen Iphicles passage. Inserting a second finger, Ares brushed Iphicles prostate, eliciting a loud shout from his lover. Iphicles began to thrust back onto Ares' fingers, needing more stimulation.
"I'm gonna cum, oh gods!"
The mumbled cry was all the warning Ares had before Iphicles flooded his mouth. Ares swallowed greedily, still fucking Iphicles' ass with his fingers. Tasting his lover's seed made Ares feel his own pulsing need even more keenly.
"Need you in me. Now." Iphicles ground out.
Ares laughed. "Such a demanding kitten. Impudence like that deserves a spanking." Lightning quick, Ares pulled Iphicles over his knees, and began to pepper the young man's ass with blows that ranged from an almost caress, to spanks that echoed through the room. Ares could feel Iphicles erection returning, the spanking turning him on as much as it was enflaming the precious torture Ares felt. Enough of this, he needed to be in Iphicles now. He sat the young man up on his lap, his cock nestled between Iphicles' warm cheeks. Coating his cock in the oil he had produced, he entered his lover with a powerful stroke, setting a demanding rhythm. Iphicles kept up, thrusting in time with Ares, working his shaft, while Ares massaged Iphicles' balls. Pounding into his lover, Ares felt his climax approaching, the storm of pleasure rolling through his body. Opening his mouth in a silent scream, he lowered his head, biting Iphicles' shoulder, tasting the tangy blood in his mouth, as creamy cum filled his hand.
Collapsing on the bed, Iphicles fell asleep with Ares spooned behind him. Waking with the dawn, Iphicles almost cried from the despair of waking alone. Then he realized he wasn't entirely alone. Nuzzling into his chest was a small kitten, entirely black with quick, bright yellow eyes. Picking the feline up, he saw the note.
"A
kitten for my kitten.
A."
"A."
Alpha. The beginning, of the alphabet and a new chapter in Iphicles' life.
He placed the kitten on his chest, then slept for a few more hours, he
deserved it.
***************
The
king's chamber
***************
Iphicles
sighed. The memories of that night were so wonderful, something special
he pulled out only when he was feeling really alone. He thought of
the cat, which he'd named Marcus. The loyal feline had truly been
his protector. He'd died saving the king from an assassin's arrow.
The king felt a sharp bite on his shoulder. Ares was nibbling on
the scar of that first bite. At Iphicles expression, Ares simply
said.
"You weren't paying attention."
A pounding at the door stopped any answer Iphicles would've given. Ares disappeared in a flash of blue, and Iphicles pulled on a robe and opened his chamber door. Hercules stood before him, asking for help on some matter. He said he'd assist of course, hoping that when he returned that night, his lover would be waiting. That brought a smile to his face, and with that thought, Iphicles faced the day.
The
End