“Other Olympians? Like my foolish Son and my idiot Brother? Unlike Raven, I know what you are; a conniving little bitch. A spy planted in my house. Let me tell you little spy, I am not for you and you hold no fascination for me. Be sure and tell Morpheus that, will you?”
Rising slowly, as though she’d been stunned, her eyelashes fluttering and her mouth hanging open as she feigned innocence, “A spy? Morpheus? My Lord, why would you accuse me of such a terrible, terrible, thing?” Holding her heart over her exposed breasts with their hard nipples she stared at him with soft wide eyes. “All I want is to offer you comfort and companionship through the cold night.” Letting her hand roam the space between her ample breasts, she took slow strides toward him as she spoke softly. “A man like you, so strong and handsome, so bold and brave, surely you find no harm in pleasurable company.” Licking her lips and feeling her heart thunder away in her chest even as the space between her young legs grew slick, she reached out one hand to touch him again. “Just a little of your time, that’s all I want so that I can please you. That’s not so bad, is it, My Lord?”
Looking down at the supple fingertips entwining in the hair on his chest and touch upon the medallion handing around his neck, Ares grabbed up her wrists in one of his hands and held them in a merciless grasp as he gave her an icy grin. “Your seduction skills fall far flat of your mother’s, whom, by the way, I had the pleasure of breaking in. So believe me when I tell you that you’ve a long way to go before you master that womanly art.”
Jilios’ wrists hurt, she tried to pull them away, she even tried to back up as she began protesting, “I am…” Then she was falling to the marble corridor again as he let go, she crashed to her knees a few feet away from him. Looking up at him with smoldering eyes, Jilios arched her back. “I know I can please you, I can take you to the heights of ecstasy and beyond, I’ll make you forget all about that hag in your bed.”
“If you think you can take my Wife’s place even for a few hours you’re dumber than I thought. Do you really think that if you play dress-up in her nightgown and make yourself smell like her that I will fall helpless at your feet? You’re going to have to do so much better than that, little whore.” With great strength and purpose, Ares lurched forward as though he were going to attack her. “Go!” he demanded and pointed off toward Raven’s room. “Stupid child, you disgust me.”
Jilios scrambled to her bare feet, fleeing into the room where Raven was still deep in Morpheus’ clutches. Frustrated and pissed off, Jilios paced around the bedroom for a while before deciding to creep out into the hallway, leaving Raven, still covered in soot and sweat, to his dirty bed. She tiptoed into the hall and up to the slightly ajar door where she held her breath and strained hard to hear. If Ares was in there fucking the comatose little Fae Apollo would laugh so hard he’d wet himself.
Pressing her ear to the door, she found it unusually warm, she heard a small voice chanting about the moon and how it shined. Feeling a wave of unease wash over her, Jilios peered through the crack between the door and jamb. She was stunned to see flames leap from the blazing hearth, whizz across the room to the bed, and then engulf the naked sleeping Fae. The flames embraced her like a lover, brought her limp body off the bed, levitated it four feet above her covers as it settled deep into her. “Oh!” Jilios gasped.
The bedroom door swung open with crashing forces.
Ares glared at her from his place in the bed, his eyes capturing her, holding her fast in place as the blazing tornado finished its work and the gray-haired woman floated gently back to his side. She tried to run but her body wouldn’t move, she tried to call out but her throat wouldn’t work. She watched in horror as Ares peeled back the blankets to expose his full glory to her. He planted his big feet on the floor, stood up slowly, and nearly swaggered over to where she stood in the doorway with a cock bigger and harder than she’d ever seen on the largest bull. Just as he reached her, Rose popped up from the other side of her Mother. Jilios’ eyes widened in horror at the sight of the little girl but the pressure of Ares’ hand on her jaw brought her stunned gaze back to him. “What are you doing to her?”
“You just couldn’t be a good little bitch, could you?” His free hand reached down to grab hold of his girth and stroke it a few times as the hand clenching her jaw forced her to look down at it. “This what you wanted? Is it?”
Jilios trembled with blustery fear chilling her to her very core. “N-no,” she shook her head as she stammered and tried to pull away from the God of War. Daphne told stories of Ares’ tool but to see it for herself was awe-striking. Raven’s was impressive but this was beyond the pale. Thicker than an orange and so long that it sprang up over his navel to touch along the last two ripples in his 8-pack abs. Her eyes glanced past him to the sleeping gray-haired woman with open wonder at how the Dark Fae took all of that inside her without screaming in agony.
“No? Well, aren’t you the fickle one?” he sneered and backhanded her across the face so hard she flew across the hall, crashing into the thick cold marble wall, her head making a sickly thud before it bounced from the unforgiving stone and she slid down the wall in a heap. Angrily standing over her limp body with his lonely cock aching for release, Ares denied its hunger, waved a hand in front of his body and was fully dressed in his favorite leathers. “Time to go.” He picked up Jilios and took her back to Cerci’s island.
The old witch came running out of her cave, staff in one hand and wand in the other the second his feet hit the sand. “What are you doing here? You know you’re not welcome.” Cerci brandished her wand at him ready to turn him into a bunny rabbit that she’d happily roast over an open fire. “What have you done to Jilios?”
“Get out of my way, old woman, and point me in the direction of my Brother and his whores.”
There was blood in his eyes along with flames. She didn’t have any idea what happened up there on Olympus but whatever it was, it did not look good for the young Nymph in Ares’ arms. “That way,” she nodded off toward the west end of the island. “I’m warning you Ares, no bloodshed, not here.”
“Blood? No.” Ares reached out and laid his hand on her old shoulder as he pushed her aside. “Ichor? Perhaps.” Catching Apollo’s sweaty scent on the wind, Ares followed his nose until he came upon Apollo and six naked Nymphs all lumped together in a groping heap of arms, hands, rocking hips, and bodily fluids. Six toned tanned beautiful women and the golden skin of Apollo in the middle of them all. Ares stood a distance away from them and watched his Brother fuck four of them at once; Daphne between his legs that his cock was thrusting in and out of her tight hole, two next to her that he was fisting, and one with her legs wrapped around his head. One Nymph helped hold her up and the last was behind Apollo with a strap-on around her waist the whole of it buried deep between his firm butt cheeks. He waited and he waited for Apollo to acknowledge his presence or even notice he was standing there but he didn’t. Instead, the whole heap of them continued gyrating and moaning lost to the waves of passion and pleasure overtaking them. If Ares wanted, he could lob a few fireballs at the orgy and send all of them off to Hell before noon. “You’re disgusting, you know that Apollo?”
The sound of Ares’ voice surprised Apollo but it wasn’t enough to make him stop his delightful work. “Pot,” he murmured and sank deep into Daphne making her cry out in pleasure. “Kettle,” he mocked against the wet folds of musky skin between his lips and he stopped to take a good long lick letting the sweet taste of her roll down his tongue before he shifted his eyes to Ares. “Black.” The cold stare that met him was enough to make Apollo reconsider his actions. He could stay here all day fucking all of them and talking to his idiot Brother but this didn’t seem to be the time for such things. “What is it?” He pushed the woman at his mouth aside and then pushed the one behind him away before pulling out of the last three to rise naked from the pack, his cock dripping juice onto the grass. He looked back at the Nymphs looking up at him with desire mixing with concern.
Daphne gathered her skimpy dress to her naked body and stood up. “Jilios!” She ran to her daughter and knelt at the girl’s side. Running her palm over the side of the girl’s bruised face she looked up Ares in rage. “What did you do, you brute!”
“Don’t worry, Daphne, your daughter’s not dead,” he sneered down Daphne, “nor injured in…any other manner than what you see.” Ares wasn’t sure even he had the stamina to screw six Nymphs for twenty-four hours straight but he thought about what Aphrodite had to say that last night; I don’t understand, the older he gets, the more he needs, like a vampire who feeds on sex instead of blood. He thought she’d been exaggerating but it was clear to see that she was not. “You’re sick, you know that? There’s something wrong with you, Apollo.”
Thankfully, Ares’ remark was a spontaneous jab and Ares had no idea how close to the truth he was. Ever since Zeus gave Apollo those shots trying to make him fertile again Apollo’s sex drive kicked into overdrive and he walked around feeling as though he were always on a heavy dose of steroids and Viagra. “Do we have to go back to the Pot and the Kettle thing or are you just going to tell me what the hell is going on?”
“Like I said, I’m just returning your little spy. It was a nice try but I wouldn’t do it again if I were you.”
“My spy? Morpheus gave her to Raven, not me.”
“Which makes me wonder; what kind of pact you’ve made with that freak. How did you get him to take part in whatever this is?”
“As usual, Brother, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah. Right,” Ares snorted before he disappeared from the island on his way back to Olympus.
II
“Get up.”
“Uggghhhh,” Raven grunted as he fought coming up through the layers of sleep.
“I said, get up.” Ares pulled on a leg still encased in ripped soot-covered blue jeans.
“Ahhhh, what?” Raven mumbled as he threw his dirty arm over his forehead and tried to roll away.
“Poseidon is ready for you, now get up.” Ares stopped being nice, instead, he just clamped his hand around Raven’s ankle and drew the boy out of bed tossing him to the floor. “Rise and shine,” he crooned as Raven growled and muttered.
“I’m tired, lee’me alone,” Raven whined, gathering up the blankets that followed him to the floor and rolling over again.
“You’ve been sleeping for nearly four days.”
That cut through the haze to grab his attention. “Four days?” Raven’s eyes open to slits from under which he stared at his Father.
“Yes, and you stink now get moving.” Reaching down, Ares snatched the blankets away and tossed them to the bed. “You have four hours before we have to go.”
Fighting back the sleep that was softly calling to him with its warm open arms outstretched, Raven rubbed his eyes and yawned. “I’m exhausted, don’t I get some time to prepare? Some time to rest between these things?”
“Yes, you’ve had four days and four hours now don’t waste them.” With a swift kick of his booted foot to the soles of Raven’s charred feet Ares stormed out of the room.
“What the fuck?” Raven muttered, running a hand through his oily gritty hair. “Ewwww,” he pulled it away to see the palm smeared black with soot. “That’s just wrong.” He looked down at the rest of his body before hauling himself to his aching feet and rubbery legs to stumble to the bathroom where he stopped short to gaze at the gaping hole in the wall. Letting out a tired huff of air, Raven rushed his hand through the air to fix it and his hearth. Now that the bathroom was a more private place, he decided against using the tub. He was just too filthy to sit in his own stench today. The shower would have to do. Peeling off his sooty blue jeans, he caught a heavy whiff of dried sweat and stale sex.
In the shower, under the massive jets of hot water spraying him from above and on the sides, Raven let the hot water sink into his aching muscles, tired bones, and sore wounds that were only beginning to heal over. Looking down at the shredded remains of his taut stomach, Raven wondered if the scars would ever go away and realized they probably wouldn’t. Just as Tisiphone told him in the Underworld, he was marked for life. He would always wear the battle scars from Hades’ Trial.
Just so long as they didn’t always hurt, Raven imagined he could live with it and he’d even wear them with a bit of pride as the badges from his first real battle and his first real victory.
Leaning against the warming marble with his palms flat on the wall while the water eased his back he never wanted to leave the comfort of the hot spray. Yet, he had to. But he had four hours and used a full hour in the shower, fifteen minutes of which were spent just trying to get the dirt and debris out of his long dark hair.
Standing there soaking up the steamy heat so unlike the oppressive blazing heat of the Underworld his mind turned to the fractured dreams he’d been having during his three-day sleep. His dreams were not peaceful, not restful, he wasn’t praised or smiled at within them. Instead, he dreamed of the world below and his deeds these past few years. He dreamed of the world he was quietly destroying and, only now begging to wonder about the one that would rise in its place. Until his visit to the Underworld, Raven was sure that what he was doing would bring power and glory to the Olympians but, in light of Trinity’s warning, he was starting to wonder if that was a good idea.
Maybe it was best if the Mortals were left to rule themselves while the Olympians stayed sequestered in their mountaintop home.
“It’s too late now,” he muttered, drawing a hand down his wet face, “too late, no matter what they said. I can’t undo it.” The curtain suddenly drew back, Raven jumped, let out a startled cry and instinctively brought his hands to his crotch to cover himself.
“Ray-Ray!”
“Rose, what are you doing?” Raven grabbed the curtain and tried to pull it back but she wouldn’t let go. “That’s very rude,” he admonished but it didn’t do anything to fade the smile on her droopy face or stop her from running into the hot shower on uneven legs to throw her arms around his knees and hug him tightly as she rocked side to side. The shock and anger subsided as he sank to his knees to put his arms around and hug her back. “Good to see you too, little Sister. I’m ok. Were you worried?”
Throwing her hands around his neck, she nodded emphatically in his wet hair. “‘K now?”
“Yes, I’m okay now. Go back to your room and dry off, don’t come in when I’m in the shower.”
She pulled away and looked at him with wide puzzled eyes. “Huh?”
Raven struggled with a good way to explain it to her and thought of Hunter’s reprehensible behavior before the Bacchanalia. “That’s yours, right?” Feeling a little ill, he pointed to, but didn’t touch, the space between her uneven legs. She crossed them quickly and put her hands over it. “Ok then, this is mine.” Even though she couldn’t see the large cock dangling between his legs he pointed to it anyway. “No peeking. Got it?” Rose pursed her lips as her brow furrowed and she considered his words. After another long moment, she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. Raven realized his little Sister didn’t truly understand the differences between boys and girls, she only knew what was hers and that it didn’t belong to Hunter. Rose had no idea about sex and Raven found he kinda liked that and didn’t feel it was his place to dispel that innocence.
“Pah-ooo-nee,” Rose grinned as she sat on his knee getting wet in the shower. “Rah-d the pah-ooo-nee. Me.”
Raven’s mouth dropped open and his heart sank looking down into her wide eyes and her droopy innocent face. “Ride the pony? Who told you that, Rosie? Who said that to you? Hunter?”
Rose thought again before she answered. “Jah-ill-ee,” she said excitedly, “Jah-ill-ee rah-d the pah-ooo-nee.”
To his horror, little Rose started grinding on his knee and then thrusting up down on it at a building trot. “Stop that!” Rave
n admonished. “No, you cannot ride the pony!”
Rose froze mid-stride, her bottom lipped popped out in a pout and her little chest started heaving, “‘ike pah-ooo-nee.”
Just like with Hunter, Rose didn’t have any idea what was really going on. She didn’t understand the sexual connotation of ‘ride the pony’, she just knew she liked ponies and thought her Brother had one between his legs. What happened? Did she walk in on Jilios riding the pony while he slept? Was it his pony? Was it Ares’? Either way, the little Nymph was suspiciously absent from his room and his shower. “I like ponies too, maybe we’ll get you one someday. I’m sorry I yelled at you. You’re a good girl, Rosie.” Raven ran his hand over her wet head. “Go get dried off, your pretty dress is all wet, ok?”
“‘K.” Brightening, she planted a kiss on his scruffy cheek, climbed off his lap, and toddled out of the shower back to her room.
Pulling the curtain partly closed, Raven stood up and watched her leave the bedroom with Trinity’s warning echoing in his head. “Ride the pony, Jesus H. Christ,” he muttered to himself. Raven didn’t know if Rose was powerful but his baby Sister was sweet and innocent. He didn’t know if Trinity and the things she said were a dream or an illusion but he did know that if Hunter or Apollo had any ideas on causing Rose harm they had another thing coming.
Refreshed and revived from his extra-long and exceedingly hot shower, Raven dried off with a soft fluffy towel and then slipped into clean clothes. Raven thought he was in heaven as he zipped up his blue jeans and headed out the door of his bedroom with his stomach grumbling. In the hall, the doorway to his Parent’s bedroom was open and he saw his Mother lying on the bed. Raven poked his head into the room and didn’t see any of the women attending her. He crept inside and up to the bed where he looked down at her. Raven thought that maybe her face wasn’t as aged as it been when he left for the Underworld. Maybe those lines and wrinkles weren’t as deep and maybe there was a little pink in her cheeks.
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