OF WAR Anthology Novels 1-3

by Lisa Beth Darling

  “About what?”

  Maybe it was the wine she drank before he arrived—nearly two gallons of it before Apollo made his appearance in her bedroom—but Aphrodite was feeling a little old and wondering if she was up to the task. Ares never lay flaccid before her. Never. Not one single time in all the centuries they made love did he not come to her rough and ready. Now he was as limp as a wet noodle. “Say that I do impress you, that I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.” Slowly she brought her eyes away from that package of his to meet his stare. “You know it’s true,” she whispered with uncertainty. “Perhaps I’ve lost your heart, but tell me I haven’t lost my touch.”

  “You never had my heart.” Harnessed to the bed, Ares tilted his head and looked up at her as he marveled at her ego and that for the first time in all these eons, he was seeing it falter. “What’s wrong, Aphrodite? Apollo didn’t turn out to be the lover you thought, or have his attentions faded now that Daphne’s returned?”

  Daphne, that bitch. Aphrodite rolled her eyes and tried to push the image of the nimble little Nymph out of her mind. “Apollo’s always been jealous of you, you know it’s true.” Taking a cursory glance back at the ajar closet door, she smirked. “He’s not as handsome as you, nor as…well built. My, Ares, I have to say, you’ve held up very well.” Her mind began running wild with the dark thoughts of sweet delights as she licked her lips in anticipation of the night’s events. “Remarkably well, actually.” While her tongue ran over her full lips, her fingers ran untamed down across his broad chest, feeling the hot rush of moisture the feel of him produced between her legs. “He knows he was never as good as you. No one was ever as good as you.” She turned her sparkling eyes back to the God of War. It was hard to know where to start with Ares when he offered so many pleasures. Aphrodite raised that well-molded leg again, showing him the waiting pussy hidden by the sheer shimmering panties, knowing the scent of her was rising to him. Ares never could resist the scent of a woman. She straddled his taut abs and lowered her head in close to him. “I have missed you, Ares,” her hot breath wisped along his neck, causing his cock to twitch just before her full moist lips opened and descended down over that secret sweet spot.

  To his dismay, the God of War found his body responding to her touch. “No matter what you do, I will never love you.”

  “I don’t want your love, not any more, I want your lust.” Aphrodite’s tenderly exploring tongue lapped along the nape of Ares’ neck, prepping him for the sudden bite of her pearly teeth. The reaction was more than she’d hoped for when his back arched upward with a wanton heave and she felt the shiver run through him as his cock started to swell. “Your animal desire. You keep it caged now but tonight I’m going to set it free.” Aphrodite knew Ares had reined in his baser instincts, his primal lust that made him so desirous and irresistible, for the willowy little Fey he married.

  Making her way past his swallowing throat with her lips, she wanted to kiss him but also realized that was too personal, too intimate for what the night needed. Instead, she breathed deeply of the scent of him, letting it fill her lungs and make her head light. Having him this close and this helpless brought upon too many waves of desire for Aphrodite to resist. Nuzzling her forehead against his chin, feeling the prickle of his beard, she knew she had to feel that same sensation in a tenderer spot. “Mine for tonight,” she whispered, “don’t fight, just give in.” Rising up on her knees and looking down at her captive prize, her sapphire eyes began to glow as the pink nipples on her perfect breasts swelled and turned hard. She crawled up his brawny body to straddle Ares’ head, her fingers reaching between her own legs to push aside the panties. “Taste me,” she commanded in a soft voice, but Ares turned his head to the side to avoid the temptation she offered. That didn’t sit well with her; she grabbed the top of his head and a handful of midnight hair to rudely turn him back. “I said, taste me.” Holding him firmly in place, she ground her hips down on his mouth while she spread apart her waiting moist lips below.

  With waning defiance, Ares pushed his head back into the mattress to avoid her as he pulled a wad of mucus from deep in his lungs and then spit it out on her as hard as he could. “Go to hell. I’m not here to pleasure you.”

  “But you are,” Aphrodite countered softly as she swirled her fingers around in the warm spit and then slid them inside herself before his eyes. “Yes, you are.” Giving herself a few deep pumps with her own fingers as she let out a deep moan, she slid her wet fingers out from her body to smear the wetness upon his lips. When Ares balked and turned his head, she grabbed his lower jaw, forced his full lips apart to get the taste of her on his tongue. “You remember that? How you spent hours and hours between my legs lapping up every drop and begging me for more?”

  Lying there helpless beneath her, Ares tried to think of something, anything other than what was happening. Mortal men might try to conjure up images of their grandmothers naked or their boss suddenly found in some compromising situation. Trying to prevent the inevitable, he thought of Alena and of how much he wanted to make love with her again. Just as soon as she was able, he was going to take her up in his arms, carry her off to their bedroom and make love to her throughout the night. How he wanted to come to her that night as the faithful and loyal Husband she trusted him to be. Tonight would ruin that; it would leave a mark upon their marriage that would never heal. Even if Alena remained in the dark on this wretched matter that scar would still be there, it would fester and bubble, always ready to burst forth its poison at any moment.

  Yet, there was no sense in denying that Aphrodite was one of the most beautiful, desirable and skilled women he’d ever known. There had been many nights over the last two thousand years he lie awake masturbating to the memories, or laying hard into one of his women with the Goddess of Love and Beauty dancing in his mind. Trying to fight the lustful sensations rising within him, Ares suddenly found those perfectly molded thighs on either side of his bearded face. She started grinding on him, forcing him to take in the musky scent of her, the one that always reminded him of chocolate and the sea.

  He wanted her. Determined to deny that part of himself, Ares began tugging on the silken bonds around his wrists. The more he pulled, the more the slipknots tightened their grasp; he soon lost sensation in his fingers.

  “Taste, you know you want to. Lick me,” Aphrodite cooed as she began to give over to Passion and Desire, rubbing her swelling pussy across Ares’ lips and reveling in the way his beard felt against her. She ground hotter and got wetter until her juices dripped down over Ares lips and he had no choice but to let the intoxicating taste of her linger on his lips and tongue. Still, he wouldn’t comply. Aphrodite was far from done; in her free hand appeared a small purple dildo. Pulling away from his mouth enough so that Ares could see, she inserted it into her aching pussy and let out a long low moan. Grabbing his jaw with wet fingers, she pried it apart and forced the other end between Ares’ teeth so she could masturbate upon it. Sliding up and down and round and round, cooing, sighing, and letting out rivers of sweetness that trickled into his mouth and over his beard.

  Despite all of his best efforts to the contrary, it made him hard. The bitterness of betrayal and self-loathing rose at the back of his throat but the taste of her rolling down his tongue was too much to turn away from. He tried to think of the vilest things he’d done in his life to stave off the inevitable, but it was no good and soon his cock wasn’t just twitching, it was roaring with a full raging hard-on. When the end of the dildo between his teeth met the warm swollen wet lips it was fucking, against his will his tongue flicked out for a better taste of the woman above him. Aphrodite was beginning to climax and soon would drench him in hot, sticky sweetness.

  Her hands caressing her heaving breasts, Aphrodite rode the small dildo and Ares’ now willing tongue until the first wave of Passion was done with her, and she let out a deep moan of release. Breathing hard, she reached behind her to find Ares’ cock standing at full attention and smil
ed. Dismounting his face and pulling the dildo out of her, Aphrodite began her long journey down the mouth-watering ripples of Ares’ broad chest, where she lingered to pay careful attention to each nipple and take in the joyous sound of his heartbeat beneath her ear. Despite his earlier protests, it thundered like the rakish beat of a pagan drum. Over each ripple of each muscle in his defined 8-pack abs, nimble fingers raced like wild horses as her tongue struggled to keep up with them, then to slow them down, encouraging her greedy fingers to savor the moment. He was hers for the night; although she did not want to hurt Alena or even necessarily fulfill Zeus’ command, she did want this night with him. Zeus played upon that secret sweet spot most of all. After witnessing Aphrodite’s willingness to help Cernunnos, the God of Gods knew that no one expended that kind of energy, displayed that level of cunning and rage, if Love—or at least heavy wanton lust—did not still remain.

  With her voluptuous body tingling as the coarse wisps of his downy torso lightly lingered beneath her, Aphrodite gave over to the night. Abandoning all thought and reason for pure desire, she dove in headfirst to the arms of the delights waiting to enfold her. As her moist tongue lapped along the lower part of his flat stomach just above that coarser thicker mat of hair between his legs, her face slowly turned to the right. Instead of going right for the night’s prize, she licked her way up his flank, tongue slowly dancing, twisting, turning, as it explored every inch of flesh and muscle, bringing her the salty taste for which she longed. All the long tasty way up to his outer chest, back to that tender spot below his ear, before she stopped to nibble on his ear lobe and then suckle upon it. Her own nipples hard as rocks pressed against the bare skin of his chest, which was beginning to break out in the lightest beads of sweat. Away from the ear, hands running wildly across that place over his thundering heart, the one where she loved to rest her head and sleep through the night, her tongue continued its dance. Across his throat, up the other side of his neck and to the intended ear lobe, then down again. All the way down the long lean length of his right flank, where she found stiff goosebumps rising along with that massive cock now so eagerly awaiting her attention.

  Feeling disgusted as the wave of lust threatened to bowl him over and then carry him away, Ares whispered, “What are you doing to me, woman?”

  The answer was simple and she gave it with a smile as she settled between his legs. “Reminding you that I am the original aphrodisiac.” Holding his still hardening shaft in both of her warm velvety hands she added, “Perhaps you’re already there.”

  “Ride me and get this over with.” He tried to push her away with his knee but Aphrodite was ready for him, she caught it and pushed it back with determination.

  “I have another set of those ties, you know, and two more posters on my bed.”

  Ares tried to reach out and grab her, only to have the silk around his wrists tighten further and keep him securely in place. “Zeus didn’t say I have to do this more than once; don’t waste it.”

  “Oh, Lover, I’m not going to waste it.” Letting her palm ride up his inner thigh and feeling the muscle within relax, she blew a soft breeze of hot breath over his cock. “Be a good boy, just let mama take care of everything tonight.” It was with much zest that her head descended and she took him into her mouth, lapping up and down every hard inch she could get her tongue around.

  III

  The sedative Ares gave Alena was so powerful that she slept through the first stage of labor. When Raven’s struggle to make his arrival became more pronounced she started dreaming that she was in labor, the baby was coming and she was alone, and there was no one to help her. The dream was so vivid it shook her awake with a scream only to realize, alone in the dark, she wasn’t dreaming at all. The space between her legs was soaked with thick bloody mucus. Her water broke as she slept.

  A contraction hit so hard she doubled over as she gripped her burgeoning belly, feeling the strong muscles within pulling and tightening as Raven squirmed, heading for the birth canal that was too narrow to accommodate him. “Oooooh!” Alena held her breath as she moaned until the contraction eased off. Catching her breath, she called out for help, then realized no one could hear her. Even if someone were standing right on the other side of the wall her screams would be silent. She had to get out of this room, go to the stairs, maybe she could even get up them, but if not she would at least be able to shout and have the chance that someone would hear her. “W-w-wait a few more minutes, Raven, puh-lease.” It took a good bit of effort but she tossed off the covers and swung her feet over the side of the bed to plant them on the floor. It was only five or six steps to the door; she had a straight shot to it from here. She planned her route carefully, knowing she couldn’t stand for long on her own. She would hold onto the bed for as long as she could, then she would grab for the chairs around the table, lastly the bookcase by the door. Using both fists to push herself up, Alena rose on wobbly legs keeping her eyes—and her mind—focused on what she was doing. Taking in a deep breath, she took one hand off the mattress to cradle her aching stomach and support its overbearing weight before she was able to manage two baby steps, then reach out for the nearest chair. “N—no.” Hand in mid-air, she felt the muscle beneath her arm constrict just before her brain registered the agony it brought; she let out a loud cry as she crashed to her knees. “Help!” Still cradling her stomach she let the wave of pain carry her the rest of the way to the floor until she was lying on her side on the cold marble, wondering where her Husband was.

  IV

  Goddess’ were wonderful creatures; unlike Alena, Aphrodite could and did take the whole of Ares’ rock hard cock down her throat. One hand cupping and massaging his heavy balls and the other with its index finger firmly searching his prostate, he couldn’t stop his hips from rocking up and down in time to her suckling and prodding. The ties on his wrists kept him helpless as they bid him to just fall into the abyss. The more Ares struggled against them, the more they tightened and held him in place, leaving him Aphrodite’s prisoner for the night.

  There were worse things to be.

  Although he knew that his Wife would never forgive him for this, Ares found himself on the verge of surrendering to the Goddess of Love. No one need ever know.

  No one but him; ordinarily that wouldn’t be a problem, but it seemed lately Ares developed a conscience along with a fierce loyalty to his wife.

  As the Louisville slugger in her mouth grew so hard Aphrodite became sure it was made of the same marble that surrounded them, she pulled away. Looking down at the purple throbbing shaft that was looking back at her with its one eye and begging for release, she bit down on her bottom lip as she rose to her knees and shimmied out of the panties. Leaning over him, letting those full firm breasts hang down just low enough that her nipples wisped over his prickling flesh, she held them under his nose so Ares could breathe in the scent. He couldn’t help it and she knew that; the scent of a woman always enamored him. Ares took in a deep lungful of the Goddess of Love then let out a low moan that also begged for release.

  Tittering happily, Aphrodite straddled his torso, her eyes gleaming at him with the promise of wicked delight as she allowed her hands to do what his could not. Her palms roamed over her body, gently caressing the tender flesh as a lover might. From her milky shoulders, across her throat and upper chest, over her full breasts and down her flat stomach to that patch of blonde hair between her legs. The soft moist tongue that had been pleasing him so expertly flicked out to lap along her lips as she let out a long low moan, watching Ares’ eyes light up as he began heeding the forbidden call of desire. The spark of desire blazed forth to an all out inferno when she slowly inserted her fingers into her pussy and then ground down on them, pushing ever so firmly against his waiting cock as it began dripping juice onto it. One hand cupping the bottom of one full breast, she lifted it upward to lick her own nipple as her hips gyrated on his and she took more of her hand into herself. Giving the hard nipple a tweak and Ares a wicked grin, s
he ground down until she brought herself to a small climax and then smeared her wet fingers across his dry lips. “You remember the taste of that? How you used to beg me to let you bury your face between my legs?”

  Ares remembered all too well and right now he knew he should do anything to forget, but instead those memories crashed through the last of his barrier, smashing it to bits like a hoard of thunderous Huns. His tongue lapped up the bit of sweetness lingering on his lips and wanted more. “I hate you, woman.”

  “That’s not what you used to say.” Her hands and her pretty panties no longer an obstacle, she reached between their legs to stand Ares’ cock straight up and then take him inside her wet walls. When she felt the hot hard shaft begin to penetrate, she wanted it to last all night. So she took him in as slowly as she could, even though she wanted to impale herself upon it. Just as the droplets of juice falling inside her began turning into a stream, Ares tried to pull away, tried to bury his hips in the feather mattress and dodge her. “I’m the Goddess of Love, there’s nothing you can do. Just surrender to me.” With one long slow slide down his waiting pole, she took him fully inside, let out a cry of utter delight, and began to pump up and down on his thick hard shaft. “No one’s ever filled me the way you do. I’ve missed you, Lover, and I know you’ve missed me, too,” Aphrodite whispered as she leaned down to run her hands through his hair. So much better than Apollo. The last time she’d felt this full and this turned on Ares had been under her just as he was now. That was two lifetimes ago. Losing the last bit of control, she let passion and desire take away the last remaining bits of reason and sanity with no fight. With great abandon, she indulged herself in the fantasies she’d held dear and secret for so long.

  V

  Lying on the cold floor, covered in sweat, crying and scared to death, the contractions came quickly, each growing in strength and duration. In between them, Alena gathered what strength she could to crawl across the floor, trying to make it to the door. She couldn’t get to her knees and she couldn’t lie on her belly; instead she stayed on her side and used her legs to push herself forward in very small increments. No longer shouting out for help but still crying out in agony, Alena tried to save her energy for her short but endless journey.