Usual Disclaimers apply, but I'm too lazy to put them in! <g>
It was an event unprecedented in the annals of the Olympian gods. However, Aphrodite, having been appealed to and then finally begged to, had agreed to help. It didn’t hurt that the one begging her bore a remarkable likeness to her favorite brother (though she’d never admit that to him) or that he promised, with a sexy smile, to reward her himself. At a later, more appropro time.
So Aphrodite had done it. She’d created the charm and with an alluring smile and guile most masterful had convinced the powerful God of War to take it from her. Now it was just a question of getting Ares to the right place at the right time. Aphrodite’s partner in this mischief and the instigator of the scam would do the rest.
‘So they thought they could outsmart him, did they?' Ares, God of War thought to himself. ‘Dite and that blasted alternate world effeminate version of himself were far too transparent! As if he couldn’t see right through their plans. Still, it was an interesting concept. Ares thoughtfully fingered the charm ‘Dite has pressed on him so urgently. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to play along. After all, it was for a good cause.
Grace sat on her bed and looked around mournfully. It was her birthday and she was alone.
She studied two pictures, Ares, God of Love, longhaired and clean-shaven, a gallant lad, sometimes silly, but overall so sweet and affectionate and Ares, God of War, short hair and a devilish mustache and goatee, a symphony in black leather with the dark moods to match. But what a lover! So strong, powerful, so determined to be master at all costs. Where were they? She couldn’t believe they had forgotten. That they would let her spend her birthday all alone!
Suddenly she heard the sound of tinkling bells, a shower of rose petals appeared and then a blond vision dressed in little more than a teeny pink bikini covered by a sheer pink robe appeared. "Hi sweetpea!" the musical voice trilled. "We’ve never been formally introduced, but I know a good friend of yours!"
Grace’s mouth opened wide in astonishment. Surely, this couldn’t be, but who else could it be? It must be Aphrodite. What was she doing here? "Are you, that is, what do you mean you know a friend of mine?"
‘Dite laughed. "Yes, I am the Goddess of Love and the 'friend' I mentioned is my counterpart, the God of Love. He sent me here to help you get ready."
"Help me get ready?" Grace asked suspiciously.
'Dite eyed Grace speculatively. "You don't really believe the boys would have forgotten this birthday, do you? Not this one," she added emphatically. "Although really," 'Dite mused, "you don't look a day over 21!"
Grace unconsciously preened at the compliment. "They didn't forget?" she asked. 'Dite shook her head. "What do you mean, get ready?" Grace asked again.
'Dite laughed. "Now sweetpea, don't you worry. I'm just here to help get you dressed and make a few slight, shall we say modifications, to your house."
"What do you mean . . . modifications?" Now Grace was getting nervous.
"Now sweetpea," 'Dite insisted. "Stop worrying, they're only for the night. Now we really need to do something about the way you're dressed."
"What's wrong with . . ." Grace never finished the sentence as her comfortable clothes were replaced by a lacy filmy outfit similar to the one that Aphrodite was wearing. Grace looked at her new outfit with distaste.
"Now girlfriend," 'Dite chided, "don't get that mulish look on your face. Trust me, the boys will love it!"
"The boys?" Grace repeated. "Just who is coming for my birthday?"
"Why Ares and Ares, of course." 'Dite answered happily.
"Ares and Ares?" Grace echoed. "Both of them?" 'Dite nodded. "But that's impossible. The God of War would NEVER be in the same room as the God of Love. He hates him!"
'Dite laughed, "Don't you worry about that. I've got it handled. When they get here though, just don't act as if you're surprised. And whatever you do, don't comment on them actually being together."
"Why ever not?"
"Well sweetpea," 'Dite whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "I kind of cast a spell on our Ares, through this charm I gave him, and well, he won't actually know that the God of Love is here too."
"I don't understand, how can you cast a spell on the God of War?"
"Not to worry your pretty little head about it, Grace. Now, I really need to get this place fixed up." 'Dite pointed at the closed door off the bedroom. "What's that?" she asked.
Grace explained, "It's my bathroom."
"Bathroom?" 'Dite repeated. "Perfect!"
"What do you mean, perfect? Aphrodite what . . ." Grace took a deep breath as the door to her tiny bathroom opened and in place of what had been there, was a luxurious spa. A beautiful hot tub, a gigantic shower stall with multiple showerheads and a full size massage table with every oil and unguent known to man or god was displayed. "Wow," Grace breathed. "It's wonderful. Can I keep it?"
'Dite shook her head. "Sorry sweetpea. When the night is over, the room goes back to normal. Now there was one other thing he asked me to do. What was it?" 'Dite tilted her head for a moment and then she turned toward Grace's bed.
"Ah, that's it." 'Dite waved her hand and Grace's serviceable queen size bed, suddenly became an extra-large king size heart shaped bed with pink satin sheets. With one more wave, the soft gentle flicker of a thousand candles replaced the overhead light.
"There you go," 'Dite bubbled. "I think that's everything. Have fun and remember, my big bad bro isn't to know that the God of Love is here."
"But . . ." before Grace could finish her thought the blond vision was gone. She sighed and looked around her. The room looked great but she was still alone. Then she heard it, the soft sound of falling rose petals. She whirled around and faced the bed, a thousand rose petals and golden dust was falling on it, then a vision all in white appeared. Ares, God of Love had arrived.
Grace was too taken with his appearance to wonder how he'd managed to get through the vortex or contact Aphrodite to help him. He looked so fine lying across that bed. His white leather vest was open and she noticed that his formerly hairy chest was barren. His white leather pants were stretched tight across his legs and well, she guessed 'Dite had been right about the outfit she was wearing. His beautiful brown eyes were filled with lust and she could see his organ outlined in the tight white pants. She felt her body begin to hum with growing excitement.
He grinned at her, tossed his long curly hair over his shoulder and teased, "Is that any way to greet me?"
Grace ran to the bed and jumped on, throwing her arms around his neck. He raised his face, smiled sweetly and then he kissed her. His soft mouth gently caressed hers, his hands running up and down her back. She melted into his embrace, feeling the strong muscles in his arms and then running her hands up and down his now hairless chest. The God of Love kissed her for a long moment, his tongue darting out to gently trace her lips, then to part them. She kissed him back feeling the hum of excitement begin to travel all over her body.
Her hands traced the hard muscles in that glorious chest and she broke the kiss long enough to ask, "What happened to all your hair?"
He laughed and nuzzled her neck. "I heard you had a fancy for an actor who waxed all his chest hair away. It's a new look for me. What do you think?"
"I like it," she whispered as she began to run her mouth and tongue up and down the middle of his chest. Her fingers began to gently rub his nipples and she heard him moan.
He raised her head and suggested, "We have plenty of time. I understand there's a massage table in the spa?" Grace nodded. "Well, I think you could use one of my special massages. You're so tense!"
"I'd rather play here," she murmured, running her hands up and down the length of his body. She lightly brushed his erection. It felt nice and hard. The outfit was definitely working! Score one for 'Dite!
"Later sweet thing," he murmured. "Right now I want to get you on that table!"
Grace allowed him to lead her into the spa and helped him remove her robe. He insisted she keep the bikini on though. After several more soft kisses, he gently urged her to lie down on her stomach on the massage table. "This is a very special table," he explained softly.
Grace already knew that. The second she had lain down, she felt the entire thing begin to vibrate. The table began to reform itself to her body, so that two holes appeared into which her breasts fit perfectly, so instead of being crushed they were cushioned and vibrating. Then the table reformed itself to fit snuggly around her womanhood and it too was vibrating. Her whole body was beginning to tingle very pleasantly.
Now she could hear Ares breathing, it seemed to be a little ragged. She tilted her head up to see that he was no longer dressed. His body was glorious and he had gotten rid of all the hair, not only on his chest but on his belly too. She'd never seen anything quite like it. "Did it hurt?" she asked.
"Hurt?" he looked down at himself and laughed. "Oh no, I just thought it away. I'll think it back tomorrow. Do you like?"
"Very much. So much, that if you'll just come over here, I'll show you!"
"Maybe later," he said with a laugh. "Right now it's your turn!"
Grace felt some hot oil splash on her back and then a most delicious smell filled the room. His hands began to massage the scented oil into her back, his fingers moving sensuously over each muscle. Grace could feel the tension she didn't even realize was there leave her body.
Then his hands began a massage of a different sort, she could feel her body becoming aroused. The table seemed to feel her need and began to vibrate even more. The god's hands were rubbing her ass now, his fingers moving up and down the curves, lightly like a thousand little feathers. She felt herself arch up and he slipped two fingers underneath her, teasing her nether lips. She nearly jumped off the table at his touch. "Time to turn over," he ordered, his voice husky with passion.
Grace rolled over on to her back and felt the table again reform itself around her body. The holes where her breasts had lain vanished and a flat vibrating surface replaced it. A larger hole formed that wrapped itself around her buttocks, still vibrating deliciously. She opened her eyes wide when she saw just how excited Ares was. "Come here," she murmured. "I want to taste you!"
He laughed, "In a little while. You're still showing signs of tension. Just let me get all your muscles unkinked."
Grace laughed and pressed back on the table. Ares began to massage her neck, then his hands moved slowly down, caressing her breasts through the silken fabric of the bikini. Her nipples stood at attention and he gently rubbed his thumbs across each of them, thumbing and rubbing them higher and harder. She moaned and felt a heat surging through her body. The table was vibrating beneath her, she felt as if her body was becoming one giant electric current.
Ares fingers moved down from her breasts, over her belly, lightly caressed her mound, just teasing and she moaned again. His hands parted her thighs and then slipped up to trace her nether lips through the silken panties. She arched her pelvis toward him, wanting those fingers to slip inside. He massaged her thighs for a moment and moved further down her legs.
"Ares," she whispered. "Please!"
She heard his happy laugh and then his fingers again crawled slowly up her thighs. Again he teased her opening with his fingers and then he slipped one underneath the silk panties and inside her. She moaned and pressed against it. Then he slipped a second one in.
Grace closed her eyes, giving herself up to the lovely feel of his fingers inside her as the table vibrated beneath her. Soon he had three in her and he was moving them in and out in a slow delicious rhythm. Now his thumb had found her clit and he began to rub it. His fingers moved faster, the table vibrated harder and then she felt an orgasm wash over her. She wet the panties, his hand and the table as she came, her spasms making her entire body shudder.
She opened her eyes to see Ares licking her come off his fingers and she sat up. "Your turn," she insisted. "You lay down on the table.
The God of Love was a little surprised by her vehemence, but it was her birthday. Grace jumped up off the table and pushed him down so that he lay flat on his back. She studied his glorious nakedness for a moment.
His arms were muscular and his chest and belly without hair were perfection. She had never seen abs and pecs more perfectly formed. She stared in fascination at the perfectly circular belly button and then bent her head. She started at his nipples, licking and sucking those little nubs until they were hard and the god was moaning on the table. "I thought this was supposed to be a massage?" he asked, his voice husky.
"It is," Grace replied softly. "I'm going to massage you with my tongue."
"Well that's all right then," he murmured.
Grace, full of lust, greedily continued to explore his chest with her mouth. She licked her way down from his nipples to his belly button. Her tongue circled that lovely opening, then tickled inside it. The god moaned again. She raised her eyes briefly to see his face. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, his tongue peeking out. She turned her head and stared at his shaft. It was completely erect and she thought she had never seen anything more beautiful in her life.
She reached down to grasp him gently in her hand. She lightly traced the veins with her fingers and then keeping a gentle grip, began to work her tongue down from his belly button to the treasure she held in her hand. The table really was magical, for suddenly it seemed to grow larger and shift its height and the next thing she knew, she was lying on the table next to Ares.
"You'll be more comfortable now, won't you?" he asked with a sly wink.
Grace nodded, and moved between his legs. She released her grip on his shaft and instead bent to caress balls. She licked one and then took it in her mouth and began to suck on it. The god arched up and moaned loudly. Now she transferred her attention to the other one. Ares hands were in her hair, trying to pull her head farther up. She released his balls and bent to lick his erection. She traced the outside veins with her tongue; then, as his moaning increased she took him gently into her mouth. Her hands found his balls again and as she began to suck him, she caressed them. Soon she was moving up and down the length of him, licking and sucking, loving the taste and feel of his hardness. Ares began to move with her, his pelvis thrusting itself toward her, his shaft moving father down her throat. Finally with a groan, he came, shooting warm sweet liquid deeply into her throat. She swallowed it happily. Squeezing his balls with her hands to get every drop. With another groan, he slipped himself out of her mouth. She looked up at him; her eyes still deeply glazed with lust.
"That was fun," he murmured. "But it's your birthday, not mine."
"I like doing that," she admitted. "You taste so good!"
"Ah sweet thing," Ares acknowledged as he sat up. "You're just too good to me. Now what can I do for you?"
Grace crawled up the table to snuggle in his arms, "I'm sure you'll think of something."
Before he could answer, Grace heard a sound like the wind and she knew the God of War was there. "I love what you've done with the place," Ares, God of War remarked dryly.
Grace looked up. Standing before her was the other most beautiful creature she had ever seen. She didn't know who had cut his hair, but she liked it short. He had trimmed his mustache and goatee and he didn't look quite so devilish, but still incredibly handsome. His chest was covered with that wonderful furring of dark hair and the musculature was the same as the god in whose arms she lay. Grace sat up and exclaimed, "Ares. You came!"
He grinned wickedly at her and answered, "Not yet, but I expect I will."
Grace giggled and she heard the God of Love giggle as well. But the other Ares apparently didn't see him. Grace noticed he was wearing a new pendant. That must be the charm 'Dite had mentioned.
"Well I see you're waiting for me on the table. I guess I'll have to see if I remember how to give a massage."
Grace jumped off the table and ran to him. "I have a better idea," she retorted as she threw her arms around his neck. "Let's try the shower."
"The shower? And where did you get that outfit?" he asked.
Grace had forgotten about the bikini she was wearing. Somehow she knew he wouldn't like the thought of 'Dite interfering. "This old thing?" she answered. "I've had it for years."
"Hmmmmmmm," he murmured as he began to run his hands up and down her curves. "I don't recall seeing it before, but you know, it's kind of nice."
She could feel his body responding to her near nakedness. Maybe 'Dite did have a point. Maybe men, even gods, did like a woman to show off her body. She'd have to remember that. She kissed his neck and whispered, "How about that shower?"
The black leather clad god tightened his arms around her and kissed her hard in response. She felt herself melting at his touch. Her body, already aroused, grew even more needy. She pressed herself against him, feeling the thick leather clothing he wore vanish almost immediately. Now she rubbed against his skin, feeling the fur on his chest tickle her in a maddening fashion. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her tightly against him, she could feel his erection throbbing against her and realized he had made the bikini vanish as well. His mouth continued to devour hers as his hands traced her buttocks. She arched against him, rubbing her breasts against that hard glorious chest, reveling in the feel of his strong body on hers.
He pulled back from her a bit and smiled down at her. "Still want to try the shower?"
She laughed and dragged him to it. The shower was huge, with three showerheads. Ares turned them all on and then pulled Grace into the center. He made some soap appear and he began to gently wash her body. His hands roamed over her, touching her like a thousand feathers, like a thousands currents of electricity. She stood, her head back, her eyes closed and reveled in it. Then she felt a second set of hands washing her back. The God of Love had joined the party. But obviously, though he could see the God of War, the God of War really COULDN'T see him. Now she was totally lost in sensation.
The God of War began to play with her breasts, his fingers gently massaging them, kneading them in circles, his thumb coming up to brush the nipples lightly. From behind, the God of Love was rubbing her ass, his fingers tracing the crack ever so slightly. Then suddenly he pressed against her. She could feel his erection rubbing on her ass. Now Ares God of War was moving forward and she became a sandwich. She wondered which god would enter her first.
Suddenly the God of Love moved back, into the wall of the shower, and she felt the God of War pushing her backwards too. The God of Love was backed into the wall and Grace felt herself pressed back against him. She could feel his hard chest and his shaft pressed against her. His hands went around her waist and his fingers moved up toward her nipples, rubbing them. Ares, God of War was lifting her buttocks, shifting her upwards so he could enter her.
She moved her legs willingly and wrapped them around his waist. Her arms went around his neck. She watched as the God of War placed his hand around his erection and guided it into her wet warmth. She moaned as he slid inside her. He held her hips steady and began to pound into her, his shaft filling her completely. She was moaning and knew any second she would come again. Between the feel of the God of Love behind her and the God of War inside, she thought she would explode from pleasure. It felt like there was no space in her unfilled. The God of Love was nuzzling her neck and now the God of War's mouth had descended on hers. How could he not know there was another person there?
Then suddenly it no longer mattered, because the pressure of hands and bodies touching her was so overwhelming she had an incredible orgasm. The world exploded around her, her body spasmed wildly and she felt the God of War grunt and slam into her with such force she was pushed back hard against the God of Love. She felt the God of War slip out of her and then the God of Love bent her forward and slipped inside. She moaned and orgasmed again, the force of the spasm causing her to almost fall. Strong arms gripped her and held her steady. She could feel the God of Love's balls swinging against her ass. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Ares, God of War looking amused.
"You can see him, can't you?" she asked as comprehension dawned.
"Of course," the God of War informed her. "Aphrodite's magic doesn't work on me, no matter what she thinks."
"But you, that is . . ." Grace couldn't complete the sentence, because now the God of War was sucking her nipples. She moaned again and felt the God of Love, who had been too intent on what he was doing to pay any attention to the conversation increase the speed of his stroke. His fingers had moved around and found Grace's clit. Again, she was lost in sensation. Her whole body exploded as with one final thrust the God of Love spent his seed inside her.
This time she would have fallen, but the God of Love held her tightly upright. The God of War stood back for a moment and seemed to be waiting for something. The God of Love held Grace steady and asked, "I suppose you want me to leave?"
Grace looked at him and at the dark Ares. "I'd like you both to stay, only . . ."
The God of War looked at the God of Love with distaste. The God of Love flipped his hair and snorted, "I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole if that's what you're worried about."
Grace had to laugh. "'Dite did say I could have both of you."
The God of War looked angry for a moment and then sneered, "If he promises to behave! I don't trust him."
The God of Love giggled and insisted, "I already said I wouldn't touch you. You may be a good looking rogue but you're way too much rough trade for me!"
The God of War grimaced and challenged, "Grace, I know it's your birthday, but . . ."
"Besides, he's already here. And there is that hot tub, not to mention the bed 'Dite gave me. Wait until you see it! It's got satin sheets."
Ares, God of War smiled down at Grace. "Very well, but remember," he admonished the God of Love, "you touch me, and I'll send you to Tartarus!"
The God of Love grinned and teased, "I told you, you're too rough for me. I like my partners to be more, well I suppose pliable is as good a word as any."
The threesome got out of the shower. The God of Love waved his hand and they were all immediately dry. Grace took each god by the hand and led them to the bed. She looked at the mirror images of each other and smiled. She lay down in the center of the bed. The dark Ares joined her first. He began to kiss her gently, his mouth, instead of possessing her, simply exploring.
The light Ares crawled on the bed and moved between her legs. He gently parted her thighs and she felt his warm breath on her nether lips. As the dark Ares continued to kiss her and began to lightly trace her breasts with his fingers, the light Ares began to lick her. She felt his tongue trace her opening then slip inside and her body began an immediate climb toward orgasm. His tongue darted and danced and just lightly grazed her clit. She pulled her mouth away from the God of War so she could breathe. Now she felt the God of War's mouth on her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples. The dual sensations of hands and fingers and tongues were overwhelming her.
The God of Love had her clit in his mouth now. First he tongued it then he sucked it, then she felt his fingers enter her. The God of War had a nipple in his mouth and he was sucking it. Her body exploded as the God of Love used his hand and mouth. As her body came in a great gush, she screamed. "Please, one of you, I need to feel you inside. Now!"
"Happy to comply," the God of War said. He rolled her to the side as soon as the God of Love removed his mouth and then he entered her. The God of Love moved up the bed and began to tongue her anus. Grace felt the God of War's shaft moving in and out and combined with the feel of the God of Love's tongue it was just too much for her. Her body exploded again and she thought she would pass out from the intensity. She couldn't quite catch her breath; her heart was exploding in her chest. She felt the God of Love remove his tongue and slide up the bed to press against her. She was a sandwich again. It was astonishing. She continued to have orgasm after orgasm all night long as the two gods took turns pleasuring her. There wasn't a moment in that whole night when she wasn't filled with something.
When the two gods finally left her, she was spent and exhausted. Her entire body felt reborn from pleasure and she decided that birthdays weren't so bad after all.
The End!