Rating: NC18
Warning: This story contains scenes of graphic, consensual sex. If you are under 18, are offended by stories of this nature or if this is illegal where you live, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!!!
Disclaimer: The character of Ares is a figure of Greek Mythology. Information on Ares is sparse. The worship of Ares was not widespread in ancient Greece, since he represented the darkside of human nature, war. Not much information is available on a deity that was unappealing to humans and gods. The appearance of Ares in my story is taken by a role played by Kevin Smith on Hercules: The Legendary Journeys and Xena: Warrior Princess. This character belongs to Studios USA, Renaissance Picture, MCA and all others in conjunction with the above mentioned companies. This story is not intended to violate any copyright laws. I am simply writing fiction with the only tools I have available.
The cabin rolled with the swelling of the ocean. The captain’s quarters smelled of the sea . . . they smelled of her. In the dark he waited . . .
On the deck, Moire distractedly gave her final orders for the night. She stood awash in moonlight staring at the inky sky. The constellations that usually filled her with joy, showing her the way, filled her with trepidation. Moire regarded Orion. Orion, who but for the love of a goddess would still be hunting now. Shivering with fear, she thought about her decision.
She didn’t want to anger him, quite the contrary, but she could not do what he asked of her. With a last look at the great hunter, forever trapped in the sky by the anger of a god, the captain turned and headed for bed.
As Moire opened her door, her fear turned to anger at finding her cabin in complete darkness. She turned to find the cabin boy, but decided he could wait. She was tired and the punishment for his shirking duties could wait until morning.
In the darkness, she groped for the tapers on her vanity. At least they were fresh and she wouldn’t have to get more before morning. Moire put flint and steel to the wick and a soft, flickering glow engulfed her. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and wondered when she would have to make her choice known. The dark god had not told her when he would be back, but in her heart, she hoped it would be soon . . .
She removed her boots in the warm glow of the candles and thought about their first meeting. She had been at a tavern in Troy drinking with her crew. She was feeling fine when she stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a large, dark figure approach her. The only light was from the stars above and the one torch beside the tavern door; still, she couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous features of the being who stepped up to her.
He was huge by most standards and as he stepped close to Moire, she noticed his chest. It was like one of the statues she had come to Troy to transport. The exquisite form seemed to be chiseled from the finest flesh she had ever had the pleasure of feasting her eyes on. Smooth and dark, she wondered what it would be like to have her face pressed into that skin.
Moire reluctantly shifted her eyes from his chest to his face and almost lost her breath. The face was even better than the chest (if that was possible). His silky, dark hair framed a face that was beyond beautiful. His jaw looked strong enough to destroy worlds, his forehead was as smooth as a becalmed sea. His mouth, his mouth was wonderful to behold and as she was to later to learn, even more wonderful to be beheld by. But it was his eyes that were to become her undoing. Even in the dim light outside the tavern, she fell into the depths of those dark eyes. He stood there for a long time while she regarded him; he seemed to enjoy the attention. When at last he spoke, she was prepared to give anything to possess this man; she was unaware how right she was . . .
The captain shook herself from her thoughts to find herself back in her quarters on the ship. She and her crew had left Troy ten days ago with the items for the new temple. She still felt like an outsider in Greece even though she had been brought here almost twenty years ago. Moire only had the vaguest of memories of her lush, green homeland and regarded Greece as her home. Still, deep in her soul, she knew this was not where she belonged. She did everything she could to make the people trust her, and they did trust her. They trusted her to carry and procure goods for them, but that was as far as it went. She had the best record of any sea captain in the area. The only time she had ever lost cargo was during a storm four years ago and she had nearly lost her life and the lives of her crew. Even that had not been a total loss, which was why the priests had asked her to travel to Troy for this precious shipment. It would be an affront to Ares himself to lose the statues for his temple, so they could trust no one but Moire. Little did they know that the god himself had her marked for a job of his own.
Looking up, she saw him in the mirror behind her as he stood up from the chair in the corner of the room. Her heart leapt in her chest. He nearly filled the room and he certainly filled Moire’s thoughts. Her mind raced as the moisture left her mouth and found a new home between her thighs. He crossed the room and halted inches behind her. She wished he hadn’t stopped. Moire wanted to feel his incredible body pressed against her once more, as he had in Troy.
"Don’t fear," he whispered in her hair, "I haven’t come for your answer, I’ve come for you." She shivered as his lips brushed the back of her neck. Her fear fled as her passion rose.
As he wrapped his massive arms around her, she trembled. Gently, he kissed the nape of her neck and she knew she would never be able to fight his charms. She laughed to herself at the thought, fight the God of War!
She felt him harden as he felt her resolve falter. This was what he wanted and he loved to get what he wanted. And right now, he wanted to take her; the time would come for her to do his bidding elsewhere. Roughly, he turned her. He wanted to look in her eyes; to be sure she was his completely. Not that it mattered, he would have her anyway, but it was always better when there was nothing holding them back. He got his answer to that as soon as he looked at her face. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shining with excitement.
Moire’s lips sought his with a hunger she had only felt once before. Deeply they kissed as her hands gripped his powerful back. Even through the leather, she could feel the strength of the back of this man, this god, who held her so tightly. Their lips never parted even as he sought the laces of her tunic. As he pulled her shirt from her shoulders, she knew she would do anything he asked of her. She also knew she would die for this being who set fire to her heart!
She gripped his hair as he sucked her breast. The pain was nothing compared to the ache in her groin. She wanted nothing now, but to have him inside her. Sensing her impatience, he removed his leathers and stood gloriously naked in front of her, wanting to be worshipped. Moire knelt before him, but not to worship. She took his engorged organ in her mouth. She grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer. She was rewarded with his moans as she teased him with her tongue. He dug his strong fingers into her bare shoulders as she took him again in her mouth. She, in return, scraped her nails down the backs of his rock hard legs and increased the speed and pressure of her attentions.
With a loud moan, he pulled her to her feet. He ripped her trousers in haste as he pulled them off. He swept her from the floor, carrying her to the bed. He tossed her on the soft bedding and covered her nakedness with his own. He pressed his hot mouth to her breast as his hand groped between her legs. He was greeted with her readiness. His mouth found hers as he thrust inside her, her hips rising to meet him. She moaned and bent her head to bite his neck as pulled back to come at her again. Moire’s nails glided down his back, then stopped in the small of his back to return to his shoulders. She felt him quiver with excitement as her own excitement mounted. He thrust into her again and his mouth was not there to cover her loud, passionate groan. Thrusting again, he came in a powerful wave that felt to Moire like rough sea. She meet him at the crest of the wave with a shuttering crash of pleasure and lay beneath him, spent. He rolled off of her and lay beside her as she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her lips.
She woke a few hours later to find her cabin empty. The only clue that Ares had truly been there was the smell of their passion that still lingered in the air and the faint wetness in her groin. Afraid of him or not, she secretly wished he were here still to take her again. Troy be damned! She would do anything, including starting a war, just to have him with her always! She knew she had made up her mind and would gladly tell him that she would do his bidding. Moire would travel to Sparta with Prince Paris of Troy after making this delivery to Athens for the new temple. She didn’t know what would happen then, but she did know that Ares wanted to start a war. None of that mattered, Moire was willing to destroy the world to be with him again.
Well, the world survived, Troy didn’t and Moire saw Ares only once more. When the thousand ships from the Bay of Aulis arrived at Troy, he came to her cabin. Her reward was sweet. Sweet, hot and filled with pleasure. It lasted until dawn spread it’s beauty over Troy. He left her in her bed as The Lament was boarded by soldiers from Sparta.
She died with a smile on her face . . .