Rating: NC-17. This story contains graphic consensual sex between a man (God!) and a woman. Story is rated NC-17 for language as well as content.
Disclaimer: The character Ares belongs to Universal Studios and Pacific Renaissance (amongst other people). This story is not intended to violate any copyrights held by MCA, Universal Studios and Renaissance Pictures.
I wake up on Saturday morning and realise that my husband is not in bed next to me. He’s gone to the bathroom; he takes ages in the shower.
I sprawl out, sigh and return to my fantasy: Ares. I shut my eyes and murmur his name.
Through my eyelids, I see a flash of blue light and a tall shadow. I sit up with fright and see Ares standing at the foot of my bed.
"Ares?" I whisper.
"That’s my name, don’t wear it out," he snorts.
"What’s going on, what are you doing here?" I ask in disbelief standing up.
"You called, I came," he answered flatly. Then eyeing a photo of my husband and me offered, "God of War at your service."
"But I don’t need your service," I said, whilst thinking of plenty of things I could do with him.
"Do you love your husband?" he asked walking towards me.
"Yes, very much," I said.
Ares walks around behind me; he sweeps my hair to one side and whispers in my ear, "Does he fill your thoughts and dreams completely?"
"No," I said, turning around to face him but not looking up, staring into his strong rippling chest instead.
He holds my face with both his hands and tilts my head up to meet his smouldering eyes. His hot, moist mouth covers mine and he kisses me passionately.
"Then perhaps I can give you what you have been missing," he breathes to me in husky tones, amongst planting warm tingling kisses all over my face and neck. I’m almost willing to go along with anything at this moment; his hard, sexy body is very persuasive against mine. But I pull away and take a step backwards.
"How can I be sure that what you’re thinking of is what I’m thinking of?" I ask slightly suspiciously, "I mean, I’ve seen you trick people with your words before."
"Well maybe the time for words is over," he drawls.
With that he takes hold of my hips and pushes me roughly down onto the bed on my back, then he swiftly moves on top of me casting his black leather vest aside. He kisses me deeply again, his tongue and plump lips overpowering mine. His big hands grip my full breasts, kneading and rubbing in time with his kisses. Then his mouth breaks away and travels downwards, kissing and nibbling my neck on the way. He releases one of my breasts from his grip only to possess it with his mouth. He sucks my breast into his mouth as much as he can, then withdraws it circling it with his tongue and then grazing my nipple between his teeth. He continues this as my head flops back and I breathe hard.
I run my fingers through his hair, pulling it in excitement. Then I run my hands down his back I sink my fingers into his skin and try to pull him up towards me, then I manage to reach his leather pants and pull them towards my face. He kneels now in front of my face. I lick and kiss his stomach nuzzling into his manly, curly, dark hair.
I grasp hungrily at the front of his pants; they are as tight as a drum stretching over his hard and throbbing cock. I run my fingers over its form. With one desperate movement I undo and pull his pants down. His cock lunges out towards me, it is thick, hot, smooth and huge. This is much more than I was expecting.
"My God!" I gasp.
"Yes?" Ares chuckles, glaring down at me and looking very proud.
He guides my head closer to his meat. I smell his warm aroma and I am drunk with lust.
I lick his head delicately and grasp the shaft to stop him twitching away from my tongue. I swirl my tongue around the top of his dick and ease it further and further into my mouth. I devour him until he fills my mouth completely. I start to run my mouth up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm, sucking and slurping and massaging his tight balls at the same time.
Ares breathes hard and moans, his knees start to give way and as he starts to lower his body down I push him flat on his back and greedily seize his cock again in my mouth. Sucking on this powerful tool excites me so much that my cunt starts to tingle. I squeeze my thighs together as waves of pleasure emanate from my clitoris. I can feel that Ares is on the brink.
"Remember," Ares warns, "it wouldn’t be a good idea to insult the God of War."
I guess that Ares must know that I don’t usually swallow . . . but at this stage, his sexy cock has driven me into such frenzy that I am longing to suck him dry. With that thought, his cock shudders and waves of scorching creamy liquid flood my mouth. I swallow and swallow and keep on sucking and then lick him completely clean. I crawl up towards him and collapse in his arms.
He rolls us over so that he is on top and kisses me hard; his tongue whips around my mouth and he gently bites my lips. He slides a hand between our bodies and lowers it towards my pussy. He dips a finger in me; I am so wet that his fingers are swimming in my pussy. He tugs playfully on my lips and flicks my clitoris.
He grabs me on the side, tosses me onto my tummy and just as quickly, grasps my hips and draws my arse up towards his hardening cock. He clamps his cock between my arse cheeks and rubs them up and down until he is extremely hard again. I feel his sticky tip marking my skin.
Ares takes his cock in his hand and rubs it roughly up and down my slit and then quickly grabs my hips and pulls me steadily onto his shaft. I cry out, I feel a charge of fire run right through my body. I feel so stretched but so ecstatic.
With his hands still gripping me, he controls me, moving me on and off his shaft at a leisurely speed.
I can’t see his face, but I can’t help but think that he’s laughing at me, knowing that thousands of years of experience make him a pretty expert fucker.
He’s driving me insane and I try to back onto him further, but he slaps my arse and withdraws completely. I’m crushed, I whine in longing. Ares bends downs and sucks on my pussy, his tongue darts in my hole and he bites my arse.
I hear the shower stop down the hall and realise that my husband will return in only a few minutes.
Ares rises again and then thrusts back into me, this time he pumps harder and faster. His balls slap me on the arse and now he leans right over my back and grabs my swinging tits. He pumps and pumps and grunts rhythmically in my ear, his sweaty chest sticks to my back.
My cunt starts to tingle again and I know the end is near but he stops and throws me onto my back, kneels before me and pulls my ankles onto his shoulders.
His cock forces in again but buries in so deep in this position, that I think I will certainly faint. I look up through half shut eyes and see his pelvis beating into me. His chest is glistening with sweat, his head is thrown back, his hair is damp and he’s gasping hard for each and every breath. I am in so much ecstasy that I think I will orgasm any second now. Ares lets out a roar and drives into me with one huge last thrust, as his cock spasms and shoots inside me.
He throws my legs down and thuds on top of me. I can hear him panting quickly in my ear. He moves over my mouth and kisses me messily and lazily, licking my lips and face. I feebly kiss him back; his whiskers are rubbing my face. I feel his cock shrink inside me and he caresses my face with his hands.
I hear footsteps in the hallway and freeze.
"Call me anytime," he breathes huskily in my ear. He plants a warm wet kiss on my mouth, winks at me and then dissolves in a faint blue light.
I desperately pull the covers up, just in time so that my husband can’t see my sweaty, ravaged body. I cuddle into my pillow. It all happened so fast; then all of a sudden it hits me; My Gods, now I owe a favour to the God of War. But I dismiss that daunting thought and leisurely replay the whole lovely experience in my mind . . . and dream about calling him next time.