by Luc, D. X.
“You questioning my stamina, woman?”
“It's okay, really. It happens to lots of—boys. No need to feel asha---”
The 'boy' statement got the rise I wanted and then some, because before I could finish the statement, he thrust his way back in so deep, I thought for sure he'd pop out of my throat. Grabbing my hair for leverage, he pounded me fiercely, the pounding of his pelvis slapping my ass with each connection, the sound echoing through my room.
The little voice of reason pleaded with me, You care for Heph. Don't give up on him! This was very true, but he showed no signs of the same. My feelings were purely in my head, so there was no way for me to really love him. You can't love dreams. No, what I had now was real, dangerous and oh, so thrilling. My previous need to end it all seemed to have vanished the moment Ares' long and curved dick crammed inside me.
Switching my position, he pulled sharply on my head until my back pressed against his front, without breaking where we were joined. Hell, he didn't even lose his rhythm, he was that good. I wrapped my arm around his neck for support, while he took my free hand, inching it down my waist past my stomach, and then settling it over my engorged clit. Holding onto me, he used his own fingers to rotate mine repeatedly, sending small shock waves through every part of me.
He held my hip firmly while plunging in and out, faster than any man I'd been with. It was inhumanly fast. Growls emitted from him, while he increased the tempo of his thrusts and the movements over the extra sensitive nub. “Keep your hand moving right there, and I'll take you to a place where there’s no more pain.” He removed his palm and placed it on the other hip, giving him a better grip to sink deeper still, both of us moaning.
Just as he commanded, I massaged myself at the speed that would bring me over the edge, but I needed that extra push to fall over.
Suddenly, he cried out, a mixture of a war shout and an animal's snarl, before he shot his cum into me, so hot it was, I thought I would burn to death. It created a fire of pulsations that started from the tips of my toes to stop at the center of my clitoris. One moment I was aching to release, and the next, I was hit with an orgasm strong enough to actually stop the scream that wanted to rip from of my mouth. My body shook, coated in sweat and the smell of dirty sex, and when we collapsed on my bed, I’d never felt better. “I can't believe I just did that with you. It was amazing!”
“Hmmm, I know.”
“I hope you live around here. I might need this again.”
“Actually no, I live in town. I came to visit my brother, that's all.”
I snuggled closer to his warm body, feeling the callings of sleep close my eyes. “Oh yeah? And who would that be?”
“His name is Hephaestus. I believe you may know him.”
“How so?”
“Why, he's your neighbor.”
Chapter IX
Vanessa
After his confession, the sleep that was hugging me dissipated and I flew from the bed in shock. I stood, confounded. “He's your brother? Your brother?”
He casually reclined in my bed, the light from the lamp contouring his body perfectly. I finally noticed his tattoo, a detailed, fierce multi-headed dragon in vibrant colors of green, gold, and red. The wicked serpents spread around his wide chest, while the slender body formed an 'S' shape downward and ended with the spiked tail wrapping around his semi-erect penis.
Dizziness clouded my judgment and I almost crawled on top of him for another round of fun. Rubbing my brow, I tried clearing my mind and stared him down. “You say his name is Hephaestus, which I guess is long for Heph. Has he spoken about me or any dreams?”
“Dreams? About who? You?”
“Yes.”
“No. I believe the only female he's told me of is a strange acting one. Wilma? Wanda?”
“Willa?”
He snapped his finger, pointing at me and nodding.
My heart sank. What I had seen earlier was real and my thoughts of getting together with the man weren't. I was made a fool of by a guy who didn't want me for any reason, but what about what happened in his backyard? I know there had been the same instant attraction there. He wanted me, something I easily felt, yet the look in Ares’s eyes, told me that it was all an act. Probably, to keep me from seeing what he’d started with my sister in the yard, before I unfortunately joined them. Tears stung at the back of my eyes, but I fought the urge to let them spill. Tensing slightly, I watched my new lover walk around to my back.
He pulled me close. “Hey, don't get upset. Trust me when I say, my brother isn't worth it. I can take care of you.”
Maybe it was the electric sexuality that was his voice, or my need to suddenly get revenge on my sister and neighbor, but I believed him. I felt rage and could taste the anger to the point that I wanted blood. I also experienced a higher awareness of my beginning arousal as he glided his hands over my curves. Already, he was hard while precum slid down my ass crack. In fact, I felt him prodding my rear entry with his fingers and when I tried to move away, he held me firm. My heartbeat increased its speed, while I felt panic rising in my throat. I also savored the idea of what he had in mind.
Tentatively, I looked over my shoulder at him, and I could’ve sworn I felt the sting of little teeth nipping my back. I quickly glanced down at his dragon tattoo, but it sat in the same place. Though perhaps, the middle head was twisted differently than before. Nah, probably not.
“You want me to take care of you, Vanessa? Make him jealous? Make them pay?”
His words in conjunction with the slow penetration of a thick, blunt thumb started to make a lot of sense to me. I wanted all of those things and needed them now. “Yes! Yes, I do!”
“Then, you'll do what I want, when I want it, my little sklávos.”
He bent me over the edge of my bed, spreading my plush cheeks before forcibly plunging into my tight, virginal asshole. I felt as though a fist of strength wrapped around my soul, hooking me in. The pain that shot through me, burned as though flames were boiling my insides and yet, I pushed back, silently begging for more. As the hours passed, I received more punishing, delicious sex until I collapsed from sheer, dead exhaustion.
He put me to bed, covering me with the blanket.
I knew Ares had branded me and marked me as his own. “Will you return?”
“Oh yes. But while I'm away, I'll be sending someone to help you with your looks and wardrobe.”
“Is something wrong with them?”
“They don't please me. You want to please me right, Vanessa?”
Yawning, I nodded still unsure why I longed to do this for him.
He kissed my forehead and I fell into dark, raunchy dreams of whips, chains and Ares. His fiery eyes burning into me while he tortured me into climax. Somewhere, my life had changed. I had become different and I was certain, it wasn't the biker, sex maniac who was the reason for it. Oh no, everything I knew evolved the day I touched a tree of a man and nothing would ever be the same for any of us.
* * * *
I would have thought all that occurred the night before was a dream, but as I shifted my leg, the tenderness between my thighs and ass let me know that wasn't so. My body was a Jello mound that had been left out of the fridge too long, and all I wanted was to lie in my bed for the remainder of the day. My throat was no longer sore, which I knew was odd for some reason.
A deep voice, familiar and sensual, echoed in my head, Trust me, Vanessa. Startled, I sat up a little too quickly, wincing at the ache throughout my body with a feeling of being well used. I finally managed to get out of bed. Moving to the bathroom, I stared in shock at my neck which was smooth and normal, not bruised. How? Before I could reach up to touch the healed skin, my doorbell rang, and then buzzed again. Whoever was on the other side was very impatient, or hyper, maybe both. “Just a minute!”
Now they pounded on the door with the combination of ringing the bell to the point I thought it would break for sure. The urgency of it only allowed me to slip on my socks and ba
throbe over my nude flesh. Then again, the incessant noise they were making made me almost think twice about not scaring them away with my bare fat ass. Stomping down my stairs, I didn't even take the time to look in through the peephole and ripped the door open, ready to scream at the unwanted guest.
Then, I saw her. Frozen, my only thought was how Ares must have a twin sister, because this woman was his identical female twin, from the ink black hair to the cocky sneer that curled her lips. She even stood at his height and was toned in the way that made me feel like a blubber whale. Like the man, this young woman wore head to toe leather. The only difference was that her clothing was a dark purple and more of a catsuit than pant and jacket.
My mouth flapped open like a fish. I tried to think up a coherent thing to say, but came out with nothing, even as she pushed passed me to enter my home.
She stood looking around, her face wrinkled in disgust, as though she smelled something horrible. Then, she turned to me and the look she gave made her previous expression seem kind. “Either father lost a bet, or you must be a hell of a fuck.”
My words finally found their way to my mouth, but the voice that came out was a screech of shock and anger at her statement. “Excuse me? I'm not sure who the hell you are or your father for that matter, but you need to leave. I'm expecting someone and don't need the likes of you stinking up the place!” Just to be clear, I've never been one for confrontation. Nor, did I ever intone any form of disrespect, so my change of character became a concern to me.
However, I found being around her made me want to punish all the injustices that I had faced from my childhood up to the present. She really did piss me off with her good looks and haughty attitude. I had every right and from the sudden grin she gave me, I guess she agreed.
She laughed huskily, coming over and patting me on the back with a strength that almost knocked the breath from me. Nervously, I smiled in return, still hoping she'd leave, so I could prepare for the person Ares would be sending me.
“I guess I can understand why now. Well, then, I am Nemesis, daughter of Ares. I’m here to help give you a new outlook on life.”
“His daughter? You're the same age as he is! Wait, is he like one of those rich guys who adopt their girlfriends, so they don't have to give up their money? Yeah, that's it.”
Nemesis laughed again, shaking her head, but the flash in her eyes told me she had a secret and she wasn't telling.
Did I ever mention how much I hate surprises?
Instead of answering my question, she led me back up to my room and shoved me down onto the bed while she rummaged through my closet. In no time, clothing was tossed to the floor, ripped and shucked into the trash bin. By the time she was done, there was nothing but a pair of black boots Calvin had bought me that I never wore. My excuse was that I had nothing to wear them with, the truth was that I blushed each time I saw them.
“You dress like a bag lady! Why?” Her rough speech was accented, just like Ares.
The more I watched her mannerisms, the more I pissed I became.
She suddenly disappeared, returning just as quickly with a large chest and smaller bags sitting on top, along with a big round mirror. Somehow, this woman being fashionable didn't correlate with me, but as she grabbed and dumped me into the vanity chair, I watched her magic work before my very eyes.
Nemesis picked out make up shades that fit with my skin and hair tones, a couple of rings and studded necklaces, then shooed me off for a shower. I hadn't realized how badly I needed one until I was under the hot stream and sighed in content. Not five minutes had passed when the curtain was pulled away, causing me to shriek and cover myself as best as I could. Red eyes stared at me as though I was a morsel, awaiting consumption and as much as it unnerved me, an odd tingling started at the juncture of my thighs.
When the smile tugged the corner of her full lips, I tried to make my own features stoic and uninterested. “Do you mind?” Turning the dial, I stopped the water and frowned at the leather clad biker chick.
“What? Ain't never had a woman watch you wash?”
“Sure, I have my sister, but that was when I was, oh I don't know—Five!”
“Shame. You've certainly missed out.” Her eyes darted where my loofah covered my crotch and before I could react, she ripped it from my hands and tangled her fingers through my short, soapy curls. My limbs grew weak and shaky as her fingers hovered just above my pulsing clit. The look she gave me said she knew all too well what I wanted.
This made me worry, because I had never been attracted to women, not sexually at least, but somehow I had turned into a sex addict. I could see it now, 'Hi, I'm Vanessa and I'm a nymphomaniac.' That was who I’d become in the span of a little over a week and as I locked my eyes onto Nemesis? I knew I was enjoying every minute of it. I even whimpered in disappointment when she removed her questing digits away.
“We'll have to get rid of all of that. Let me get my wax kit. Be right back!”
Wait, was the thought running through my mind. Did she say wax kit? For down there?
To my horror, she meant exactly that, coming back into the steamy room with a large white jar, white strips of paper and several of those popsicle sticks you see at your doctor's office. I tried to retreat, but realized too late that she was blocking the only exit and I didn't have the supernatural ability to blend into the blue tiles of my shower.
Nemesis, strolled toward me, a sly smile playing on her lips and my last resort was to grab a weapon, which was the detachable shower head. Armed, I held it up, my threat clear and true.
She paused, eyes wide with surprise. “You wouldn't dare!”
“Try me. You get that crap out of here.”
“Oh don't be like that, Vanessa. I swear it won't hurt a bit. I'm the best in the biz.”
If I believed that, I’d be a nun! Still holding the water hose, I took my other hand and moved it to the dial, ready to blast her if she even thought she was ripping my pubic hair out.
Nemesis let out a long, frustrated sigh.
I smiled, feeling a sense of victory.
Sadly, it was a short-lived win. Inhumanly fast, she disarmed me and rolled me over her shoulder. The world spun as I screamed and landed solidly on my back. I cursed a mean streak, but she suddenly became hard of hearing, pinning me by planting her firm behind on my rib cage. Looking to the side, I could see her profile and gave her another list of foul words I knew.
“Now, don't squirm. The more you fight, the worse it'll be.”
“I thought you said it wouldn't hurt!”
She spread the cold gel in a triangle on the outer edge of what I believe is called the bikini area. I could feel her layering a strip of paper over me and I tensed, my knuckles white, nails digging into the soft bath rug.
“Are you ready?”
Nodding my head, I squeezed my eyes shut. The pain she said I wouldn't feel hit me like a bowling ball and the sound of hair being torn from my follicles were drowned out by my screams of agony. My breath came out in sharp pants and it took all I had to keep from smacking her. No, I waited until the second piece of tape was removed to pop her on the back, hoping she'd get angry enough to stop. I did feel her body tense from my assault, but she didn't respond in anger.
Nemesis, the sadistic daughter of my lover, merely chuckled and pulled the third one, in a slow, agonizing stroke.
Choking on sobs, I tried in vain to push her off, but there was no budging the slender woman. My hopes of her being done were disintegrated when more goo was spread over the rest of my hair, labia and anal crease included. With barely an audible whisper, I spoke up, praying for mercy. “Please stop—Oh, why?”
“Now Vanessa, you want vengeance on those that hurt you, correct?”
“Yes, but---”
“Then in order to enact vengeance, one must experience pain.” She spoke as though she had very intimate knowledge of revenge and what its affects were.
Strangely, with every shearing of my hair and each outcry from my
torture, the urgent need to get back at those that I felt deserved the same physical suffering, increased twofold. I wanted them to feel the pain of what I was enduring at the hands of a now laughing, sadistic woman on the floor of my bathroom.
Through it all, I fought passing out several times, especially when she skinned—okay, maybe that's an exaggeration—my anus and perineum.
Once we were finished, I was dressed in a black leather dress that squeezed me in all the right places. A purple bustier was wrapped around my waist, pushing my breasts up until they rounded like two large pearls. I wore no panties, as Nemesis explained Ares preferred his women ready and willing at all times, and she kept my hair down. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back. I looked scandalous, saucy and positively sinful—I liked it.
“This will be so much fun! Sadly, I won't get to watch how it all plays out.”
“Oh? Where will you be?”
“I'm needed in the Middle East at the moment.”
“Are you in the military?”
“Something like that. Anyway, here's where pops wants to meet.” She handed me a slip of paper. “Know the place?”
I did. It was the cafe, where Willa would be. Boy, wouldn't she smart seeing me with such a hunk of man on my arm! Heck, my new look would create quite the stirring for those that frequent the place as much as I did. Maybe I'd even see Calvin. I turned and smiled gratefully at Nemesis, knowing that I wouldn't have gotten to this point of looking so hot and sexy without her. “Thank you, so very much.”
“Heh, don't thank me. Just hope you get what you want from this. Got to go.” With that cryptic statement, she packed her belongings, headed down the stairs and left me alone. I carefully, followed, still trying to maneuver in my fuck-me-boots and ended up missing her, she was already gone. I looked at the note, written in masculine scribble and read it, butterflies fluttering in my stomach at how the night would go. I read it again, licking my lips, the gloss Nemesis had applied tasting of cherries and I sighed.