Aphrodite planted her hands on his strong shoulders for more leverage as she worked her way up and down, around and around on his shaft letting it fill every lonely inch of her long neglected pussy. She didn’t even have to close her eyes to imagine a young Ares strapped up in the chains. Aphrodite, unable to be anything true to her nature, let the heat of the moment carry her away. She forgot all about Trinity and revenge. She forgot about Apollo and his broken promises. There was nothing but this blissful moment in time and the glorious feel of his hard body bathed in sweat. Each meeting of their hips made her wetter.
“That’s it,” Raven encouraged in a husky whisper, “yeah, give it to me.” Raven, his hands wrapped around the short chains, used the strength in his arms for leverage as he bent at the knees and rose upward to meet the rising rhythm of her thrusting hips.
Soon the slow steady trot grew to the beat of a prance as she rocked and thrust on him, riding the pony like a pro until they both broke into a full out run blazing an unbridled trail through the realm of ecstasy. Raven watched the sweat drip down her throat and into the deep crevice between her heaving breasts as she wrapped her hands around his neck and threw her head back welcoming the growing bliss. He couldn’t help it, he brought he knee up as high and hard as he could bouncing her back to him, as her head came toward him he opened his mouth and sucked in the sensitive skin below her right ear. Aphrodite let out a heady moan, pressed against him further, and tilted her head to give him better access as her hips moved up and out, pumping him as fast and deep as she could.
Raven bit down harder and she got wetter, tighter, her nails raked the back of his neck and dug in deep at his shoulder blades. He started to grunt but it soon turned into a long low guttural growl that made his nostrils flare even as it made him want to bay and howl, just as he heard his Father do so many nights behind the closed bedroom door. “Cum! Now!” he growled. “Give it to me you bitch!”
You better make it soon before I tear clear through your throat.
Raven thought this as she pumped harder, faster, her tits bouncing and pressing against his smooth chest. For an instant, Aphrodite’s pussy swelled and tightened to its apex around his throbbing cock, he wondered if this was how it felt to fuck a Goddess, what was it like to fuck a Fae? It must be even better considering his Father turned away from this unbelievable ecstasy to take Alena to his bed.
“Raven! Oh god! Raven!” Aphrodite called out as she climaxed in a long shudder and then collapsed against him. The respite didn’t last long, she wanted more almost immediately and he hadn’t cum yet. Wanting be wrapped up in his arms, Aphrodite looked up at the chains holding him in place and released him.
Raven didn’t hesitate, he put his hands under her ass, grabbed both cheeks firmly and walked her over to the big bed. He dropped her on the floor and stared down at her with a sly grin, “I told you I’d make you scream my name.” He grabbed her by her alabaster shoulders, spun her around and bent the Goddess of Love over the side of her bed. Instead of resisting, she took on the challenge by climbing up onto the bed and settling on her knees while he stood on the floor. “Oh, I like you.”
“Your turn, why don’t you give me what’cha got, big boy, c’mon, do it.”
Raven clasped one hand to the back of her neck and the other to the opposite hip, pushing her down and holding her in place. “After I fill your hot pussy until it oozes cream like a Twinkie, I’m gonna do the same to this fine ass of yours.” Raven pulled her into him before laying a hard smack on her ass. He chuckled when he felt her jump below him. “I know you like that.” He let his hand entwine in her blonde hair as he bent over her pushing deeper into her. “I know everything you like and you like it all.” Tearing his eyes away from the sight of his hard cock sliding in and out of her, Raven looked across the room to call the cart of toys to his side. He plucked a tube of ice from it and then licked his lips as he spread her cheeks apart with one hand. “How’s this?” He slid it into her waiting ass and smirked when she jumped at the cold. He wasn’t content to put it in and leave it there, no he moved it in and out in time with his cock, feeling it fucking her just on the other side of that thin membrane. “A little double penetration for my lady,” he whispered as the ice started to melt with the growing heat between them, little droplets of cold water rained down on his hot cock, cooling it and keeping the climax at bay a little longer even as it beckoned it closer.
His hand in her hair, he thought he’d return another favor, and gave it a hard pull to bring her body up in a cat-like arch, opening up further to his pulsing cock. She let out a deep moan as her passions rose and flared, soon the ice was nothing but water, steam rose up with the musky scent of her. “Keep it up here for me, offer it up like the whore you are.”
Aphrodite responded by arching her back to the max and pushing her ass against him, giving him all the depth he could take.
Raven let go of her hair, grabbed both hips, and pushed her back and forth on him in time to his thrusts until the fist of desire curled around in his stomach and his muscles seized from his neck to his toes. This time when the fire sparked it wouldn’t be denied. Raven raised one leg to plant his foot on the mattress for the most purchase possible, opening up the Goddess of Love like a tin can. When she started to grunt in a mix of agony and pleasure he began to growl low and long. His eyes rolled back his head and Raven let out a loud howl as his cock let go its load with such force it picked up Aphrodite from the inside until she hung from it with her ass high in the air. It throbbed and pulsed for what seemed like days before it finally stopped and Raven threw her onto her back below him.
He looked down at her prone on the bed and shoved two fingers into her before withdrawing them slowly and holding them for her to see. “Just like a Twinkie.” He smeared his cum over her full lips then forced his fingers between her lips and down her throat. “You like the taste of that?”
“Cinnamon,” she whispered and licked her lips. “More.”
“I got more, don’t worry, our hour’s not up yet.” Raven mounted the bed, crawled up her body, until his cock rested on her bottom lip then he turned around. “Open up, bitch, show me how you really suck it. Don’t tease.” Her mouth opened and he slid his hard cock into it as he laid down over her to finger the wet space between her legs. His tongue lapped around the folds where his cum oozed from her making its way down the crack between her legs. “Hummm, you’re right…cinnamon,” Raven agreed as he plunged his tongue into her pussy and his cock down her throat.
Aphrodite took every inch he had to offer down her slender throat working the shaft and his balls with one hand while the other raked over his ass and lower back. Her hips gyrated and ground on his hand, begging for more. Raven complied, one, two, three, four, fingers deep until his whole fist was inside her, the harder he pounded the harder she sucked and the more she wanted until she came again, flooding Raven’s mouth with warm juice softly reminiscent of cantaloupe. It brought about his second orgasm, which Aphrodite swallowed greedily.
Licking up the juice from her he pulled out of her mouth and sat on his knees by her head. “Get on your knees again.”
“Raven,” Aphrodite said breathlessly, “Raven.”
“What? No more? Have I satisfied the Goddess of Love? Left her spent and exhausted already?” He leaned in close and brushed her hair behind her ear. “Been quite a while since you had a young stud? Am I too much for you, Lady of Love?”
“Raven,” she whispered.
“I bet you could take on a whole football team, I’d like to see that. I watched them crawl all over you after they finished with Jilios, I heard you moan and squeal with delight. Don’t tell me you’re done yet because I’m not.” Cupping the back of her neck, he forced her up to a half sitting position. “Now get on your knees like a good girl.”
Gathering what strength she could find, Aphrodite complied and settled on all fours in front of him.
“That’s it,” Raven encouraged as he settled in behind her and gra
bbed the biggest available dildo from the cart, “you know you love it.” He pushed the tip of his cock through the tight brown hole, heard her let out a little cry of pain and smiled as he let it linger there. “Hurts already? Oh my,” he mocked as he reached around and sat her up all the way. “Stay still, don’t move.” With his knee, he spread her legs farther apart, letting gravity take over and impale her ass on his steel shaft. As she slow sank down on it, Raven reached around her again, this time with the dildo in his hand. “Fuck it for me.” He slapped it into her palm and then guided it between her legs, pushing it upward and into her sopping throbbing pussy. “That’s it, fuck it good.”
Reveling the feel of the large dildo in her pussy and Raven’s hard cock in her ass, Aphrodite rose to meet the challenge with much zest. She let herself imagine she was sandwiched between Ares and Raven, their hands roaming over her, grabbing her, kneading her flesh as they thrust in and out of her. Before she knew it she was cumming again, her heart was racing like thunder and it was so hard to breathe. “Raven,” she moaned, “Raven, please.”
“Please what?” he whispered in her ear.
“Don’t stop, do it til it hurts. Until I can’t take anymore.”
“As you wish, my Lady,” he sneered and grabbed her hips pushing her down onto him wishing he had two cocks so he could be the one fucking both holes. He thrust long and deep for all he was worth until his balls were slapping the end of the dildo in her pussy and he thought his cock would come out her throat. She fell limp in his arms, her head on his shoulder. She opened her distant eyes hazy with pleasure and pain and she gazed up at him. “Cum for me again.”
“I can’t.”
“Do it, give it or I’ll take it from you.”
With no strength left in her wanton body, Aphrodite slumped forward as he thrust away like the young buck he was, fell flat out before him, and he fell on top of her pushing her deep into the soft mattress bringing the last orgasm of the day. Raven’s heated thrusts slowed as he felt those walls swell and clamp down around him tighter than her pussy ever dreamed, he cut through them with expert precision and timing drawing out every drop she had to give and he let go of every one that he had.
“Just like I promised,” he whispered in her ear as came long and hard, “just like a Twinkie.”
When he finally stopped and withdrew leaving Aphrodite breathless and begging for him not to do it again Raven laughed. “There’s much more where that came from, I’ll leave you like this every night, but first, we have a meeting to attend and I think we’re running late.”
Chapter Twenty-One
For Whom the Bell Tolls
With less than a half hour to go until Ares and his entire household were to be hauled in front of the Olympians, Ares couldn’t find Raven anywhere. Certain the boy had turned tail and run the God of War opened the front door of the Fortress. The cold wind stung his face as he looked to the snow and saw the prints of his Son’s bare feet. Raven walked to the outer wall, stood there a while, and then turned into the bird before flying off leaving no further trail to follow. The God of War thought he had a good idea as to where his Son had gone so he stomped through the bitter cold and snow to Apollo’s door. “What the hell are you doing here?” Ares barked when Daphne, naked and glorious, musky scent rising from between her shapely legs as dew glistened on her inner thighs answered the door.
“Hello, Ares, nice to see you again,” she cooed and ran a hand through her sandy hair stiff with bed-head. “I live here now, with Apollo, and the rest of my Court. What can we do for the God of War?”
“You can get out of my way,” Ares pushed her aside as he sauntered into Apollo’s Temple. “Raven! Raven!” Nostrils flaring bringing the air in to the temple to his nose and lungs he smelled sweat, sex, pot, and Nectar. “Get out here boy!”
Apollo dragged himself from the pleasure of his company to stumble out to the parlor where Ares was pacing around. “He’s not here,” Apollo sighed leaning his naked golden body against the nearest column. “We’re busy. What do you want?” From the bedroom behind the sound of giggles and heated sighs floated through the door.
“Bullshit,” Ares growled, “where is he?” Without waiting for an answer he walked past Apollo and into the bedroom where he gazed upon a heap of beautiful bodies engaged in every imaginable form of sex women could perform with each other. They were laying over each other in one big pig-pile, Ares started grabbing them and throwing them aside as though he were digging through coats. The women let out cries of insult as they jumped away. He was sure that when he got to the bottom he would find Raven but instead, as he blindly reached out for the next curvy warm body, his hands fell on Jilios’ stomach. Just as he grabbed her to toss her aside he let out a long low snarl then met her eyes.
“Hi…Grandpa,” she tittered, “looking for something?”
“Bitch,” he spat.
Naked and loving it, Jilios writhed on the bed below him, her hips rocking upward. “You know you want a piece. C’mon and take a free ride.” Her legs spread wide to show him the wet waiting hole between glittering with her own dew and Apollo’s spew.
Ares shook his head and rudely rolled her out of the bed only to find the mattress below her.
“I told you,” Apollo chimed as the women gathered around him, “Raven’s not here. You have to be in front of Zeus and the rest of us in far less than an hour, I should think you’d be more worried about that.” Apollo sucked on his bottom lip and raised his eyebrows. “We’re all very anxious to hear what you have to say.”
Knowing he was being set up but unable to do anything about it, Ares turned on his heels and marched out of the bedroom leaving the orgy behind.
Ares looked to Aphrodite’s Temple as he walked back out into the cold. “You’re dumber than I thought, boy.” He shook his head and ran back to the Fortress to collect the women and head to the Golden Palace as instructed in his hand engraved invitation.
II
Raven just missed his Family, he exited the Temple in time to see them walking through the hard packed snow to Zeus’ Palace. His Mother was walking on her own though she leaned heavily on the staff Ares made her. Ares carried Rose in his arms and the women followed behind. With no time left to him, Raven looked down at himself and the Ichor drying on his flesh, raised an arm to catch a pungent whiff and then morphed into the bird. Fast as he could he flew down to the Fortress grateful it was empty and dashed up the stairs to his room. No time to shower, instead he waved his hands vigorously in front of him trying to clear Aphrodite’s scent away, wishing he possessed at least one bottle of cologne but Olympians didn’t use such perfumes. Another thing he didn’t have but needed was a shirt, Raven dashed into his Parents’ bedroom and grabbed a white shirt belonging to Ares from the closet. He tossed it over his head to hide the fresh wounds, he ran down at as fast as he came in, took flight and zoomed up to the Golden Palace just as the Olympians convened their meeting.
In the Counsel Chamber, Raven found his Relatives standing behind the table in their customary positions while Ares, Alena, Rose and the women stood before them. All eyes turned to him when he rushed through to door mumbling apologies for being a little late. With his head down, he quickly made his way to where his Family was standing. Wanting to be on the safer side, he stood next to Iris who was at the end of the far end of the line.
“Are you a servant?” Zeus snapped.
“No,” Raven answered.
“Then go stand with your Father.”
Keeping his mouth sealed tight, Raven did as his Grandfather ordered and stood next to Ares . He tried not to look up but the weight of his Father’s stare upon his was too great; Raven took a glance into his gaze.
“I didn’t know you owned a shirt,” Ares growled. “Oh wait, that’s mine and you’ve ruined it.”
Raven looked down to see little droplets of still drying Ichor seeping through the white linen. “I’ll explain later.”
“Don’t bother,” Ares huffed and turne
d his gaze to Aphrodite. “I haven’t seen her glow like that in ages.”
Raven looked up to see a very happy Aphrodite, it was a foreign sight to his eyes. Her normally perfect hair was slightly a muss and she was smiling genuinely without a trace of sarcasm, she looked relaxed and stress free. “Ya gotta do what’cha gotta do.”
Ares snorted and turned back to the Olympians before him. “Let’s move this along, Father. My Wife is weary and should be in bed resting.”
Zeus turned his old eyes to Alena and saw she was struggling to stay on her feet already. “Strange your Wife should wake at the same time Morpheus dies.”
“You want to start there? You want to know what happened to the freak you all shunned?”
“Which one of you killed him? Which one of you do I get to take revenge upon?”
“Me,” Father and Son answered Zeus in unison then turned to look at each other in disbelief.
Rose struggled to be free of her Fathers’ arms and finally Ares put her down. Rose bravely walked up to the edge of arced marble table to stand across from her Grandfather peering at him from just over the tabletop. “Bad man,” she declared with disgust as she balled up her fist. “Poof.” She flung the fingers outward as though she were casting a spell. A small ball of energy escaped her, flew across the table, and hit her Grandfather in the throat, sending the God of Gods reeling backwards. “Dead. No bad man.”
“I don’t believe it. You?” Zeus choked holding his throat. “You, you, little vlákas, you couldn’t kill a fly.”
Rose wiggled her fingers again sending out a stronger ball of energy hitting her Grandfather in his aged stomach hard enough to push him back again and make the air in his lungs exhale in a heavy grunt that she found funny. Then Rose waved her little hand toward herself. “Oh-lip-eee-nn. Fey.” She held one arm and she curled up her fist to make a muscle in her biceps. “Strong. No weee-k,” she said in a strong but clearly dismissive tone before folding her arms across her small chest, shaking her head, curling her upper lip and letting out a little defiant ‘humph’ sound. “Old. Bad. Man.”
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