OF WAR Anthology Novels 1-3

by Lisa Beth Darling

  Jilios closed her eyes and stuffed another finger into his ass as she buried her face in the soft patch of fur between his legs. She sucked for all she was worth as he pulled her hair yanking him further and thrusting deeper until the fire ignited in his belly. Raven stuffed his cock down her throat, choking off her air and letting the first round of hot pulsing cum usher from him filling her until it dripped from the corners of her mouth.

  The act was met with a rousing cheer from the Olympians and jugs of wine poured freely down open gullets and over naked bodies, temporarily cooling their covetousness for the next round.

  “Taste her!” Apollo cried.

  “Fuck her!” cried Zeus in return.

  With his hungry cock temporarily sated, Raven was torn. Still more than hard enough to bend the little whore-in-training over the arm of the chair and ram her for all she was worth, the idea of tasting her first lingered in his mind. “Lay down bitch,” he hissed and used the hands still entwined in her hair to toss her into the pile of gold and jewels surrounding the chair behind him. Swiping a hand across his salivating mouth, he dropped to his knees, pushing her legs further apart but it wasn’t good enough. “Hades, Poseidon, I need a hand,” he called out and had each grab an ankle to pull her legs as far as apart as they would go until she winced in pain, quietly begging them to stop. “There’s no stopping now,” Raven warned, “you’re mine, tonight, and any other night I want.” He looked to his two ancient Uncles as he rose to his feet. “Pull her up.” They followed his order until Jilios was suspended in mid-air by her ankles, her long hair brushing against the glittering gold below her they raised her up to Raven’s mouth. Gazing down on the gaping pussy with its delicate little flower winking at him, begging him to pluck it from the vine and claim it for his own, Raven dove into it with an open mouth, his tongue piercing through untouched virgin territory as the taste of her and the other Olympians settled in. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up further, letting his tongue explore the uncharted territory, flicking in and out of her, swirling around her clit, and teasing her ass as he ate her like a starving man, his teeth biting, nipping, and sinking into the tender flesh. Planting his knee in the small of her back, bringing her to a quarter-sitting position Hades and Poseidon held her wide for all to see. Raven kept one hand secure on the curve of her hip as he let go of the other to sink a finger into her, busting past that pretty flower and feeling the aching walls clamp down around it even as she let out a little cry and then a hardy grunt when another finger rudely joined the first. Raven pumped them in and out of her as his tongue worked into her until the girl shuddered, she shook, broke out in sweat that caused goose bumps to flash over her skin. Looking down on her this way made him drunk with power as he used the downward force of gravity to sink deeper, watching her wince and flinch with blissful pain.

  The Olympians moved in to watch Raven make the kill. Mouths dripping saliva, eyes wide, cocks in hand, and palms on pussies, they moved as one to get a good, up close and personal look when Raven’s third finger entered, prying that bud open, forcing it toward full bloom. A trickle of blood spilled over his wrist as he worked it harder until a fourth finger entered and she bucked in the hold of the old Gods. Raven slid his thumb into her ass as his hand left her hip and grabbed for a tit tweaking the nipple, making her inner muscles around him swell and constrict as her sweet juice washed over his waiting tongue. Lapping up the last he could find from clit to aching ass, Raven stood up still with his hand planted in her and pumped her long and slow, twisting and grinding his way in and out of her. “I’m gonna fuck you now, you got that?” he whispered as he gazed down on her glossy eyes. “Gentlemen, hold her up for me.”

  Hades and Poseidon grabbed her flanks and turned her upright so that each of her legs rested over one of their arms and her hands did the same around their necks. Holding onto her knees, they spread her as wide as they could, stretching her thighs so wide as to border on the edge of breaking while Raven moved in between.

  “Look,” Raven commanded in a soft whisper as he grabbed the back of her head and forced it downward to look at her open legs and his waiting shaft at her entrance. Bringing up the hand that had been inside her, he smeared Jilios’ juices on her lips. “You taste divine.” Raven pried her lips open and put his fingers into her mouth, letting them glide over her tongue before yanking them away and covering her lips with his own still wet with drops of first blood and cum. When he broke away his serpent eyes locked to her doe ones. “Watch, watch me fuck you and turn you into a woman.” Raven slid forward, pushing his way into virgin territory and holding her head still so she could see every inch of it disappear, feeling it pierce through her body and soul, opening doors that could never again be closed. “Watch as your blood washes over me and makes me a man.” Buried to the hilt until their snatches entwined, Raven gave a sharp upward heave and smile as the last of her girlhood melted away. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

  “No,” Jilios sighed, never knowing a pain that felt so exquisite.

  Poseidon planted an aged hand over a heaving breast to tweak a nipple while Hades did the same with a black gloved hand, careful not to let his skin brush against hers, as he held her steady. Raven put his hands on her knees, next to those of his Uncles and began to give a little shoving motion. Soon the Brothers rocked the girl back and forth on Raven’s cock while he stood still to revel in the warmth of her blood, musky scent of her juice, and snugness of her untapped hole. Pulling her a little further away each time they began pushing her back onto his pulsing pole with purpose. She wiggled and squirmed in their grasp, but it only served to delight them even more. They smiled, laughed, and encouraged Raven to fuck her harder.

  “So hard, baby, so damn hard,” Raven snarled just before he looked at his Uncles. “Drop her down again,” he ordered and she swung downward on his shaft until she was suspended in mid-air once more and he drilled her from above. Bending deep at the knees, keeping his back straight, he split Jilios open like a ripe melon while the Olympians gathered closer to touch their fingers against her sensitive skin, dip them in the virgin blood, and bring it to their lips like a fine delicacy.

  Aphrodite was the first to fully indulge, as Raven pounded the girl, she spread her legs over Jilios’ head, taking a handful of hair she had the girl eat her hungry pussy while at the same time her hungry mouth sought out Poseidon’s stiff cock and clamped down around it.

  Hera came forth to stand behind Raven, she grabbed his hips and pushed his body forward holding him deep in that snug hole beginning to widen and gape. One hand slithered around to squeeze between the two patches of hair and let them slide in a ‘y’ over the base of Raven’s shaft. “Cum in her, sate yourself, grace her with it and then take her again.”

  Eros knelt at one breast and Athena suckled the other as Jilios bounced around with Raven’s thrusts. Zeus settled in behind Aphrodite, pushed his robe aside, and then pushed his own old cock into her waiting ass feeling the puffs of Jilios’ breath, hot and quick, against him as he thrust in and out of her, cupping her breasts and holding her steady before him and over the young Nymph.

  Apollo came forward to push his face between the writhing couple and get a taste of virgin blood mixed with sweet juice, he wiggled a finger into her, letting it rest against Raven’s cock easing in and out of her then pulled it out to let it across Raven’s parted lips. “Fuck her good, Nephew,” he slapped a slender platinum dildo into Raven’s hand before standing behind Hera, still helping Raven along making sure he was getting every inch of pleasure coming to him. Her long legs parted for Apollo who sank into her ready pussy without ceremony. His weight and thrusts into Hera transferring to Raven’s into Jilios two people below him, the four of them writhed together as one.

  Reaching between his legs Raven pushed the slender dildo into the young Nymphs’ hot cunt stretching it open, splitting it further, and she cried out even as she begged him to fuck her harder. Giving the toy a few good pumps to make it slick Raven slid it
out slowly and then, ever slower, slid it into her ass to feel it fucking her, gliding inside her, just on the other side of a very thin membrane. The sensation caused the fever rising in him, boiling the ichor in his veins, to overtake him and Raven drilled both holes with zeal. The group moved, gyrated, sucked, fingered, and fucked as one until the whole pile came together in a sweaty heap of spent flesh.

  The night was only beginning. After more chalices of wine and gluttonous handfuls of food, most of which ended up on the floor, the Olympians were ready to kick the night into high gear. For a while, they broke off into smaller groups. Most befuddling to Raven was the males interest in each other. Everyone expected that Apollo would try to put his cock into any guys’ ass and the others accepted this act as he screwed each one of them, from Poseidon to Eros, in turn. When they responded in kind, Raven was taken aback and even more so when Zeus and Poseidon seemed to show a very over-the-top amount of affection for each other with both nearly ignoring the women in favor of each other as they wrestled in passionate embraces.

  Raven grabbed up groups of women for his own delight, pleasing three and four at a time, making them coo and call out his name as their nails raked down his back or over his flanks. Since the night was his, Raven didn’t hesitate to indulge in every woman in the room with the granted exception of Athena and the very noticeable and unexpected one of Aphrodite who didn’t take her hungry disappointed eyes off him all night.

  Through it all, Morpheus just stood back and watched as his plan went into action.

  Chapter Nine

  The Morning After

  One night of joyful hope can lead to days, if not weeks, of despair.

  “Sleep well?”

  The sound of the deep voice cutting through the layers of Alena’s passionate dream, she started ascending from the realm of sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and groggily she turned toward the voice her heart hoping to see Ares standing by their bed. It was not Ares, it was Morpheus and this was not the gigantic cloud of luxury that she shared with her Husband but a sliver of a mattress. She was still in the room in the basement and Morpheus’ was peering at from between a slit in the heavy drapes. “Very,” she returned coolly knowing the jig was up. “Better than I have in years.”

  The King of Dreams reached in with a rough hand, grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her out of the bed. With a long sneer, he cast her to the floor. “Is that so?” Balling his hand into a solid fist Morpheus jabbed between the drapes, thrust upward, and punched through the mirror. Shards of silver glass tumbled to the deep purple coverlet and made tinkling sounds as they fell to the floor. “No more of that.”

  Breathless and dazed on the floor, Alena stared up at him. “Why are you keeping me here?”

  “I told you; I rescued you.”

  “Not from Hades,” she countered as she rose to her feet keeping her eyes on his fluttering wings in the dim light, “from Ares. I know I’m alive, my Daughter is alive, my Husband is waiting for me.”

  “So what?” Morpheus spat as he grabbed her arm pulling her to him. “You’re here, you’re not going anywhere, that’s all that matters. I saw Raven tonight, actually I saw all of Raven tonight, at his Bacchanalia.” In his grasp, he felt her knees go weak as she sank slightly toward the floor. “You should have told them where you were while you had the chance.” Morpheus shoved her out of the door and flew her back to the bedroom, his hands mercilessly gripping under her shoulders as he zoomed up stairs and around corners. Heaving her onto the bed, he slammed the door behind them with his mind and locked it. “Now listen, Maggie, I know—”

  “Alena.”

  “Excuse me, Maggie?”

  Rising to her knees on the bed she stared at him with a challenging gaze. “Alena, my name is Alena and I want to go home. You don’t have any right to keep me here.”

  “What do rights have to do with anything?” Drawing back his wings, Morpheus took flight, made a beeline for the bed and for Maggie. Outstretched arms set to grab hold of her, Morpheus was surprised when he felt the flat of her feet kick into his chest and send him tumbling back through the air.

  “Stay away from me,” Alena hissed. “Just let me go, that’s all. I’ll tell Ares you were good to me, that you didn’t hurt me.”

  “And what?” Morpheus scoffed, picking himself off the floor. “The God of War will just forget about the four years I’ve kept you from him? Just hold out his hand to me and say ‘no harm done’?”

  “No, you’re right.” On all fours, like a cat, Alena inched her way to the edge of the bed without taking her eyes off him. “He’s gonna kill you either way so why don’t you just let me go?” Feet planted firmly shoulder’s width apart, Alena hiked up the bottom of the gown with one hand and curled the other into a waiting fist.

  “He’s never going to find you, my pretty little Fey, but it was a valiant effort on your part.” With a cool grin on his handsome face, Morpheus’ azure eyes gleamed with the strength and majesty of a glacier. “Soon, I’m going to fly to Olympus and I’m going to kill your body where it sleeps. Then you will be stuck here forever with me. Get used to it.”

  “Fuck you,” Alena sneered, “I’m getting out of here.”

  The smirk on his face grew wider, his shoulders squared as his feathers ruffled and silently he waved her forward with his fingers. “Come on.”

  Alena charged him like a wild bull but it was Morpheus who was ready, his wings beat forward, lifting him off the ground and sending him fluttering backward away from her. Running with such zest she nearly collided with the marble wall, her bare feet skittered on the cold stone as she wheeled around with an angry stare. “Stand still you coward,” she raised her fist at him as he hovered in the air above her head. “Get down here, fight me like a man.”

  Morpheus let out a full laugh that turned his boyish face red with delight. “Why would I do that?” Dipping his slender fingers into a leather pouch at his waist, he took up a hefty pinch of Nightmare Dust. “When I can do this?” A gentle puff of air exited his lungs blowing the Dust into her face. She covered her nose and mouth with one hand and tried to bat the glittering black dust away with the other but it did her no good. The dust came back together in one large patch and wouldn’t stop until it found its way to her. It settled over her head, sifted its way through her silver hair, and then soaked into her mind through the follicles on her scalp. “I see why Ares loves you so much, you’re very spirited. Let’s see if I can’t break you of that nasty habit.”

  Although she fought bravely against the rushing tide of sleep it crashed down her, forcing her to her knees and then full out on the floor where Alena fell into a deep dark nightmare.

  “Grab the headboard.”

  “What?”

  “Do it. Or I will!” One strong hand on her hip keeping her in place, the other landed on the top of the headboard. The God of War pulled himself forward with all of the strength in his arm as he thrust into her with such force it propelled her off her knees and she tipped forward, her head smashing into the hardwood at the top of the bed.

  “Oh God!” Alena shrieked as the pain ripped through her. She became sure that Ares’ swollen throbbing cock was going to pierce its way all the way up through to her stomach.

  “Yes?” Ares answered with a sneer. “You rang?”

  “I’ll do it,” she gasped, “please don’t. I’ll do it.” She reached with one shaking hand to clutch the wooden headboard.

  “You can be taught, interesting. You have so much to learn about me.”

  On the floor in Morpheus’ bedroom Alena began to scream.

  Chapter Ten

  Preparations

  I

  “Why are you helping me?”

  “Because I don’t want to have to explain to your Mother why you’re dead,” Ares snorted as he stood in the basement of the Fortress with Raven watching him select items for his journey to the Underworld. “You’re limited to only what you can carry. There’s no magick in the Underworld, your powers w
ill be suspended for as long as you’re down there, so choose wisely. Your strength will come in handy but you must stay swift on your feet so don’t take too much. You never know what you’re going to come across down there or how fast you’ll have to run.”

  “I’m not running,” Raven retorted, picking up his spear and sliding it into the leather holster crisscrossing his bare hairless chest.

  “Don’t be so sure, boy. Sometimes running really is the best option; if you’re dead, you can’t kill the monster, hummm? Speaking of running; where are your shoes?”

  Raven looked down at his bare feet, the soles of which were tough as nails. “I hate shoes, I hate shirts, get used to it already.”

  “Fine, but when you have to traverse a path of hot coals or cross a river of flowing lava don’t bitch to me.”

  That didn’t sound very appealing and it made Raven grimace as his unearthly eyes narrowed on Ares. “Are you serious?”