Warrior Lover

Excerpt From: Warrior Lover

“Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck me, Ares. Fuck me hard!” Aphrodite cried out as he plunged his cock deep into her cunt.

Ares pumped into her wet core, lost in the moment of sexual haze. ‘Dite inspired the humans into love and sexual conquests, but her powers affected him little compared to the sight of her on a massive bed with her legs spread wide. The goddess crumbled into a willing woman, wet and ready for the taking, and Ares was more than willing to fuck her into oblivion.

No attachments. No commitments. Just fucking. He needed sexual release just as much as the next god, but he hated the strings of a relationship. Who had the time to worry about pleasing a woman beyond the bedroom? Certainly not Ares. All he wanted was a good fuck in between his human playtime—war.

War threatened any moment in the human world. The Trojans were about to engage in a final battle with the Greeks. Just before bloodshed upon the battlefield, Ares felt the urge to fuck. He needed the release, and when ‘Dite had summoned him to her chamber, Ares knew it wouldn’t take much before she’d offer her body for his use.

As he moved in and out of her folds, she panted and arched against his ramming cock. She moaned and whimpered with each thrust. He had no gentleness within his soul, and that included sex. Who needed foreplay when there was serious fucking to be done? Ares wasn’t about foreplay. Foreplay was for lovers. He was not a lover. He was a fighter, a man who loved the call of battle, the thrill of the fight.

‘Dite clenched about his cock and screamed her release. The squeezing sent him over the edge, and his control broke. He spilled streams of hot semen into her. Her breasts bounced against his chest, and her nipples rubbed along his skin as her hands gripped his shoulders. She tightened her thighs about his waist and held onto him as he pumped his last ounce of strength deep into her core.

Once the climax began to ebb, ‘Dite stilled and loosened her grip. Ares was too dazed by his own orgasm to notice her gaze fixed beyond his head. It was her softly whispered voice that snapped him back to reality.

“Hephy.” Her voice caught as she lowered her hands from Ares.

Ares froze. “What?”

Aphrodite turned to gaze at Ares, her eyes full of fear.

Then a golden net forged with magic ensnared the immortal lovers in mid-embrace.

Ares eased off ‘Dite and rolled to her side, the golden mesh allowing little movement. There at the bedside stood Hephaestus, ‘Dite’s husband.

“Hephy, I can explain,” ‘Dite said in a frantic voice.

“Explain what? I think it is clear what’s going on.” Hephaestus scowled, fire lighting the god’s eyes.

“I thought you said you and Heph were not together.” Ares watched the fire god pace the room, trying to calm his enflamed temper.

“Well, he wasn’t with me at the time…” she lamely began.

“I can’t trust you, ‘Dite! I go to follow Zeus’s bidding, and in the mean time, you fuck Ares.” Hephaestus clenched his fists at his side.

“I’m the goddess of love. I can’t help myself. I have to have sex.” ‘Dite was struggling to justify her infidelity. It couldn’t be easy for the goddess, gifted with ruling over love and sex. She was insatiable, and in turn, not loyal to her husband.

Despite this knowledge, Ares grew angry with her lying. “I would never have come if I had known she lied just to get me between her legs,” he said to Heph. “She lied to me and deceived you. Sorry Heph.”

Hephaestus nodded sadly. “She’s a temptress, the goddess of seduction. None are immune to her desires.”

“And I desire you, my husband. I love you with all my being. All my heart. If only you hadn’t been away from my bed for so long.” Her voice turned whiny as she turned on the tears.

Ares knew too well that this was an act. ‘Dite didn’t love just one man. Not one god for that matter. She was not loyal, not devoted to anyone but herself.