by Luc, D. X.
She was right and I had nothing that could make it change. Hanging my head, I was too ashamed to look her in the eyes and see the accusation in them. I heard her soft sigh, right before she placed her hand on my thigh, the small action making me feel better and worse at the same time.
Ares, however, just felt angered by it and growled, causing us both to look at him. He narrowed his eyes at her and before I could figure out his next move, he lifted her into his arms.
Vanessa's battle was brief, as she was unable to win against a god.
It was then, I realized, he’d captured me in one of my own creations, the net in which I once used to humiliate him and Aphrodite. I could not get free and was forced to watch as he locked his lips over hers.
Whatever she would have said to me was gone, as was the short moment of lucidity she had earlier. Her body went limp as she was once again, under his spell.
When they separated and he turned her to face me, I saw nothing in her eyes but admiration for him. She wouldn't stop ogling and touching him—my brother, the drug of mortal choice.
“I hate you, Ares. So very much.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
She giggled, casting me a sideways glance and as they both faded away, I was sure I saw a flash of brightness directed at me. Then they were gone, and I realized I was still stuck. Dammit. Looking up at the ceiling, I bellowed as loud as I could, “Eros!” I hoped the Love God would come to my aid.
Chapter XII
Vanessa
My days had become a blur, only filled with moments where I felt the urgent need to leave Ares, to being on my knees as I was now, sucking his cock as though it were the most delicious thing I ever tasted. Which it was, the saltiness of his seed melted on my tongue like velvet.
Just that morning, I got the call from the principal, telling me that my new personality was not welcomed at the school. Promptly, but politely I was let me go from my job. I know at some point, I was upset, wanting to speak to anyone who'd cheer me up. That someone being a god next door in particular, but just as the thought of Hephaestus popped into my mind, his bad-boy-in-leather brother appeared right in front of me, tongue fucked my mouth, then ordered me out of my clothes and onto my knees.
Now here I was, my jaw sore from doing an hour worth of fellatio, while he smoked his thick cigar. There was a point in the past where I hated the smell of them, but the fragrance of his was unlike anything I had experienced, a culmination of musk and danger that tickled me deep inside my pussy. While my mind muddled further, the voice warning me to run became faint and finally, I was left aching for the meat in my mouth to find its way into my body. At the thought, I felt my pussy spasm and unbidden, a moan seeped from my stuffed throat.
“Are you feeling the itch again, sklávos?”
“Oh yes. It's been days since I've had you fill me.”
“I know, but you haven't given me a reason to believe you deserve my cock.”
Pulling back, I was confused by his remaining anger at me, knowing I had done everything he’d asked me to do. The day after we flashed back into my home, Ares had been furious over my visit with his brother and the fact that I had learned that he was immortal. It seemed that gods didn't like humans knowing of their existence, especially ones they took up a relationship with.
I tried to placate him in anyway possible, but he shut me down, keeping my mouth occupied instead and because of my unnerving lust for him, I never refused. Moments alone were becoming shorter as well, as though he didn't want me to breathe any air that was not filled with his presence. Whenever he left for miscellaneous reasons, and the hours passed, I felt sick with anxiety. Like a strange withdrawal from his touch. “I'm sorry, Ares. I know I shouldn't have gone over. I was stupid and foolish. I promise to never tell your secret.”
“Why should I believe you? Mortals promise many things, but always fail the gods. I told you to stay away from my brother. That I would give you what you needed and yet, you go to him, letting him touch you.”
He moved away, leaving me cold and disgraced. I scampered to my feet, rushing to follow as he casually waltzed into my kitchen, his hardness still out and bobbing with each step. Ares rested against the counter, slowly stroking the length while I visualized it being me. My mouth actually salivated and if I had been in my right mind, I would have seen how pathetic I was becoming, just being around the sexy god.
I watched, mesmerized as his long finger popped the tab of a beer and drank the whole of it down without so much as taking a breath. Belching, he stuck his cigar back between his teeth and crooked his finger at me
Like the obedient puppy I was, I went, got back on my knees and resumed my pleasuring of him. All the while, the weak echo of my sanity tried in vain to call out and make me see the light. It's a trap! Leave now, before you're lost!
While sanity nearly broke through, he released his hot cum, filling my mouth and body with fire. I wanted more and needed to keep giving him all I had, so that he would finally grace me with what I desired. Looking up, I milked him of every drop, watching his eyes flicker with power.
Ares fisted his hand in my hair, tugging slightly to remind me that he was the one in charge, and though I wasn't proud to admit it, I enjoyed it. Distracted with him in my mouth and the heady taste of him, I almost missed the conversation he was having with me. Luckily, I was able to catch most of what he said to figure out what he was asking of me.
“I guess it would be okay to forgive you. You are a fragile human after all, but you must prove that you’re sorry.”
I pulled my lips off of him with a 'pop' and stared up with uncertainty and a bit of nervousness. What did he want from me and why did I feel it would be the worse possible thing ever? “What—what do you need, baby?”
“Come to Leo Ritonie's tomorrow night for dinner, and I'll tell you then.”
“You can't now?”
Ares eyes flashed with blood and rage while images horrible and vile danced through my mind's eye. I flinched, gasping as the screams belonging to victims of violent crimes filled my mind. It was so frightening and powerful that I knew I would have nightmares for weeks. The horrifying visions finally died down and I knew it was my reparation for questioning him. Holding my head in subjugation, I hoped he wouldn't repeat his torture.
He lifted my chin with his finger and I saw that his eyes had calmed and appeared gentle—War, what a bipolar concept. His voice turned soft, the deep Greek accent making me shiver. “Never think to ask me why I do what I do, sklávos. Just go there tomorrow, and I'll let you know how to make it up to me. Understood?”
Nodding, I allowed him to push my head back down on his thick length, which seemed perpetually hard, and I didn't object. I not only wanted his forgiveness, but also to be perfect for him. Besides, isn't that what I promised?
* * * *
“This is bullshit, uncle! He's cheating!”
“He's not. Like always, your father has found a loophole in this bet.”
“Do not call him that, he is no father of mine!” Eros stormed right to left, his cheeks mottled red with anger at Ares and what he was doing. Obviously it was all over Olympus and when he confronted the older god, telling him that his antics made the bet null and void, his father promptly replied that the only rule was that they not interfere with my love life. Never was anything stipulated about the female's.
As usual, my brother found his way to win, because everyone knew, war hated to lose.
“I hate Ares! How can you sit back and allow this, Hephaestus? Why haven't you gone over there and just punched him out or something?”
“You know he makes my mind crazy when I touch him. I almost killed him and you know what would have happened to me then. I can't just barge in on Ares and act like—well, him.”
He snorted in disgust, huffing as he continued his furious pacing, his metal feathers flying and impaling themselves in various parts of my home.
I had to dodge a few myself to keep from becoming a Hephaestus-k
abob.
“It still isn't right. He thinks he can bully everyone and take what he wants. She's yours dammit, and now she can't even get away with him near. She's trapped under his craptastic spell! Seriously uncle, I can't understand why it would be so hard for you to go Greek on his ass.”
“Because, my young god, unlike Ares? Your Uncle is a smart man and will succeed for that alone.”
Both Eros and I jumped as a shower of gold, shaped as a large owl descended into the small room, finally coalescing into the fully armored form of my sister, Athena. Under her shimmering helmet, her eyes stared out cold and stern, the color of copper pennies. She wore her waist long, white braid over her shoulder as she marched passed us and over to my covered contraption. Gliding a finger over the sheet, she pulled it off.
A shocked intake of breath came from my nephew, while I stood unmoving, awaiting her verdict on the piece. It looked like an average war sword, fixed with a celestial gold plated blade with an ornate hilt and scabbard. I could see from her features, she knew the secret it held and turning to me, she smiled and nodded her head in approval. “I like what you've planned, brother. But have you come up with a way to get it in his hands?”
“No, not quite. I am certain however, you have some suggestions for me.”
With another curt nod, she came to stand before us.
Eros was still gawking at the weapon like a deer caught in headlights.
Ignoring him, I fidgeted with some screws I found in my pocket. I’d never been able to handle the deep scrutiny of my sister's gaze. I didn't even look at her as I just bide my time, making small gadgets, while she prodded in my mind to figure out the best tactic to bring down the War God. I knew I could count on her.
Athena who burst from the head of Zeus was not only the Goddess of Wisdom, but of strategic warfare. Where my brother had brutality and strength, she had the vision. The stifling quiet as she contemplated a solution, while Eros studied the uncovered sword, was broken when the sound of Ares' Harley roared into the driveway that connected both mine and Vanessa's home.
The sound of a Vanessa’s giggle danced along the wind and wrapped around my heart like the thorny vines of roses.
Obviously, Athena read my angry thoughts, because she suddenly created a vibrant sphere in the palm of her hand, the image of my brother and how we would finally give him his comeuppance. “Ares hates humiliation. You do recall how long it took him to approach Aphrodite after that little netting you did, don't you? Well, with mortals, embarrassment makes him leave them for good. Your little sword will do the trick, but we have to lure him to take it.”
“Humiliating my brother is something I do best. But how do you think we can lure him? He won't come directly to me. Not after what happened at the cafe.”
“This is true. We need bait, but who?”
Slowly, our heads turned until we faced the one person who had not been paying much attention to our little pow wow.
Eros still stood, transfixed by my project and seemed oblivious to our creeping approach. It wasn't until we pressed against him, caging him from escape that he spun around with nowhere to run or hide. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed heavily.
With a tight grip upon his shoulder, Athena led him to the window, me following closely behind. The three of us stared at the motorcycle now vacant of Ares and in her throaty, firm voice she spoke in Eros's ear.“You are the twin of the one who Ares hates the most. You will take his form and prepare your father for Hephaestus.”Athena's skin sparkled pale as the sun's rays filtered between the blinds.
I’d almost forgotten how stunning she was, despite her frigid nature. So many desired her above all, even more so than Aphrodite, but she chose to remain a maiden. I never could understand it. Now, her eyes pierced through the fear that the Love God was wrapped in, using her own powers to fill him with courage and pride.
Before me, I watched him change while he stood rigid and stiff, almost as though he was going to take on his Roman form. Thankfully, he didn't as that was something none of us could afford at the moment. Instead, he looked between the two of us, his skin dusted with a coat of iridescent glitter, like the goddess. “What will you have me do? I am ready to end the War God's evil interference.”
With a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, Athena pulled us close, placing a shield around our bodies in case Ares was listening in.“Take the form of your brother, Himeros, and offer the sword as payment for the wrong towards your father. He will suspect the source and that's when Hephaestus will strike. Understood?”
He nodded, looked to me and disappeared so quickly, the air actually made a loud pop sound. It was kind of comical, but I dared not laugh as my sister was not big on humor and I didn't want to offend her.
Once we were alone, she walked around my home, picking up things here and there, and I started to feel a sense of awkwardness. Athena sighed loudly and at that moment, I knew there was more she wanted to discuss, but didn't know how to start. Unlike the other members of our family, she and I shared the same type of story, born of one parent, she of Zeus, I of Hera. The only difference was that she was loved by her father, while I was something to be avoided and mocked in secret.
Either way, I knew that she was as anti-social as I was and it would take a gentle push to get the goddess to speak to me. “Sister, what is on your mind? And don't say 'nothing'.”
“Oh, Hephaestus. I know this is important to you, but is it worth the risk? What this woman will have to do, to go through? Brother, this is not something I can imagine her doing.”
“I hear your concern, Athena. I truly do. Trust me, I have them too, but I believe in Vanessa. She's my love, the one created solely for me.”
She sighed again, shaking her head sadly. Her forehead wrinkled in perplexity over such a subject as love. “If this mortal is weakened by Ares, I wouldn't trust that she'd not fold at the first trial. This is going to be a failure on all sides.”
“You're wrong, Athena. I know that all will work out. I have love on my side.”
A un-goddess like snort came from her as she sneered and stood in front of the sword once more, toying with it nonchalantly. “Is that the bullshit Eros has spouted to you? Puh-lease, Hephaestus! I'm not wrong about this. I am the Goddess of Wisdom as well, you know?”
“I know dear, but I need you to let go of logic and allow this to happen. Okay?”
The indecision on her face was almost laughable as though she were trying hard to accept something so unpredictable. Emotions played along her face, before she finally took in a breath and nodded in agreement.
It was hard for her, this I knew, but I was proud of her for taking such an uncharacteristic step. Part of me wanted to pull her into my arms for an embrace, but I dared not embarrass her further. Especially, since she took time out of her busy schedule to come aid me, something I'd never forget. So, I gave her a Greek salute.
Athena returned in kind, finally giving me a brilliant smile that lit up her already glowing face. Melting down, she went from being the war ready goddess to a snowy white owl, large and still very formidable. With a soft cry, she floated away on a golden cloud back home to Olympus.
Her leaving gave me hope that our plan would work. If it didn't, I would be forced to kill my brother, face Zeus, and try to plead my way out of my own death sentence. How did that song go? All is fair in love and war? Let's hope that would be the case, but in love’s favor this time.
Chapter XIII
Vanessa
Not wanting to be late, I stood at the foot of my bed, dressed in my bathrobe and stared at the large white box, the untied, red ribbon with the lid thrown to the side and the opened note from Ares. I sat next to it, reading that it was what he wanted me to wear for the evening. I was beginning to wonder how many outfits he would purchase for me. Or better yet, where he was finding them! Never, had I seen an outfit so risqué as the one sitting inside the crinkled tissue paper. I felt my cheeks warm at the very thought of putting it on, but it was what
he wanted and I dared not upset him anymore than he already was with me.
With a deep, calming breath, I held up the strapless mini dress with built in corset and studied it with wary eyes. The color was red, which obviously was a favorite of Ares', adorned with a black velvet piping. At first glance, I didn't think I'd be able to fit my fluffy body into its tightness, but once I shimmied it up my body, zipped it closed and looked in the mirror, I had to admit my previous theory was wrong. The pink on my cheeks spread down to my breasts which were barely covered by the sweetheart top and unconsciously, I kept pulling at the hem, but to no avail and wondered how I would sit without showing the entire world my secret. It didn't help that he required me to skip putting on panties.
Still checking out my reflection, I jumped when my cell rang and dashed to it in case it was him. Unfortunately, it wasn't. The name on the ID window being someone I really didn't wish to speak to, but I flipped it open anyway, because it was obvious I was a glutton for punishment.
“Baby girl! I've been trying to get a hold of you for days. Are you alright?”
“Hello, mama. I'm fine, just been busy. How are you and Daddy?”
“Honestly, we're worried about you. Willa is too. Your father wants you to come out with us tonight, so we can talk about this new boyfriend of yours.”
“I know, but I can't today. He's uh, taking me to dinner.”
There was silence on the other end and I knew it was my mother trying to calm herself, so as to not give away that she was about to cry. Guilt settled deep in my stomach and for the first time ever, I felt like a true and utter disappointment. I wanted to try and make it better, but really didn't know how at this point. “I'm really sorry, Mom.”
“No, no. It's fine, baby. Maybe next time?”
I sighed into my phone while hating the false optimism she’d always had whenever something was going wrong in the family. Usually, it involved my brother and the trouble that always followed him, but now it was me, myself and I. Looking over at the clock on my nightstand, I realized if I didn't get moving, I would not get to the restaurant on time, which would be a problem if Ares was already there. He would leave me sexless for another week or two. My pussy clenched in pain at the thought. “Hey listen, mama. I have to get going, I'll call you soon, okay?”