Blind Fury

Eden arrived at the temple and found Ares in a fit of rage, blasting things into pieces. The god was upset, so upset that he didn’t even notice that Eden had entered the room and nearly took her head off with a ball of fire.

“Hey, watch where you’re shooting those things, Ares. You nearly hit me,” she snapped at the god.

“I didn’t know you were there. You should announce yourself when you enter a room that I’m in,” he snapped back. Obviously, Eden’s return did nothing to curb the attitude the god had.

“Since when? And what are you all bent out of shape about, anyway?”

Ares took a deep breath trying to calm his temper. He was glad to see Eden even though he wasn’t showing it at the moment. Part of his frustration had escalated due to her absence to begin with. And after a meticulously planned war went awry, combined with the events of the day, it was all the war god could handle without a release.

He approached her and enclosed his arms around her. “I’m sorry, my sweet. It’s just been a real bad week. But now that you’re here . . .”

He moved to kiss her deeply, but she only gave him a semi-affectionate peck and wiggled out of his arms. She moved across the room, grabbed a poker from next to the fireplace and prodded some half burnt logs.

“So what happened this week that went so badly?” she asked without turning around. She heard him sign in frustration and the sound of his boots against the marble floor as he began to pace.

“It’s those damn Romans. They think they are superior to the rest of the world. Even the gods. Caesar guaranteed me that I would have Rome’s complete worship as Mars if I would arrange for the fall of Corinth. Then that meddlesome brother of mine, Hercules, showed up and shot my plan all to Tartarus.”

Eden wiped the smug smile from her face before turning around to look at Ares with a concerned expression. “So what? You’re the God of War. Plan another attack against Corinth.”

Ares walked over to where Eden was standing in front of the fireplace, took the poker from her and continued to jab the logs.

“That’s what I was going to do. But then I learned that one of the Roman high council believes that they don’t need a standing god of war and has convinced a majority of the others of it, as well. They decided to go behind Caesar’s back and had my temples torn down to erect statues of themselves. I’m not going to get any worship from the Roman’s without having temples for the people to praise me.”

“Sounds like Rome needs a lesson. Why don’t you just take out this Roman official? Or even better, have your boy, Caesar, do it for you.”

Ares smiled slyly at Eden and then stroked her cheek.

“You and I think so much alike,” he said seductively. Then he started to pace again and continued, “That’s what I thought, too. Only Caesar refuses to comply. He thinks it would weaken his position as emperor to go against the rest, and, sadly, I have to agree. I need him where he is.”

“Then what are you planning to do about this? You’re not going to let this go unpunished, are you?”

“No, I’m not. I just haven’t decided yet. I want to make sure that an example is set. I want the Romans to know what happens when you turn your back on your God.”

“Then this official… what’s his name?”

“Bartholomeus.”

“... Bartholomeus needs to be assassinated with a twist of public display.”

“Yes, I agree. But Caesar is my only ally in the high council, and since he can’t do it, I’ve got to find someone who can get close enough.”

Eden’s eyes lit up as a smile crossed her face. “Is this Bartholomeus married?”

“No. On the contrary, he’s one of Rome’s most eligible bachelors. Eden, you’ve got that look in your eyes, again. That bloodlust. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Perhaps a female could get close enough to him, yes? You would need someone who’s well trained with weapons, yet still attractive enough to lure him into her web.” She sounded excited as she voiced her idea to Ares.

Ares stopped pacing and looked at her with a smirk. “Sounds great, but who?” he teased.

Eden narrowed her eyes and shook her head at his playful attempt in pretending not to know whom she meant. “Have Caesar arrange a big party, making sure all of the ever-important high council is present. I’ll go as a guest, get him drunk and entice him into taking me home. Once I’m there, I’ll kill him. It’ll be fun.”

A wicked smile formed on Ares’ luscious lips. “You,” he said as he moved towards her, “are fucking brilliant. You would do this for me?” He embraced her and nuzzled her neck.

She lightly pushed him away and headed for the door. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it. I’m going to take a bath now; it’s been a long day for me, as well. Will you have the servants bring in my things?” She kept walking, not waiting for an answer.

“Of course, my sweet,” he answered. “But wait! You didn’t tell me how your trip to Africa went. Did you find out anything about your siblings?”

Eden stopped dead in her track and answered without turning around. “Yes. Yes, I did. I found out they are both dead,” she said in an emotionless voice.

“Oh, Eden. I’m so sorry! I know how badly you wanted to find them.” He moved to embrace her.

She quickly turned her head and glared at him. “Did you?”
Ares stopped and furrowed his brow in question at her response. “Of course I did, Eden. Ever since I met you, you’ve talked about it. What’s wrong?”

She sighed and half-smiled. “Nothing. I’m sorry, babe. Like I said, it’s been a long day. I just want to relax in the tub.”

“Do you want me to come rub your back? You know, I’ve really missed you.”

“Maybe later. Right now I’d rather be alone, if you don’t mind. You do understand, don’t you?”

Ares nodded, uncertainly. “Yeah, I understand. But if you need me, just call.”

“I will. Thanks.” She disappeared from the room.

Actually, Ares didn’t understand her need to be alone. He thought that she would have wanted to take refuge in his arms. They hadn’t been together for three months and he missed her touch, her smell, the sound of her voice. He was truly disappointed in her decision; but didn’t push it. He just chalked it up as another part of the week from Tartarus he was having.


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The next morning Eden awoke to Ares plastered against her naked backside and insistently caressing a hip. They made love, and although he made her cum a number of times, it was only her body reacting and not her heart. Ares didn’t seem to notice; she had been away for so long that his own desire for her overwhelmed him. He had taken other lovers while she was gone, and enjoyed them, but they weren’t Eden.

While they were still in bed, Eden asked Ares if he had made arrangements with Caesar yet.

“What’s your hurry? You just got back and now you want to leave again so soon. Eden, have I done something to upset you?”

‘Oh, if you only knew,’ she thought. “Of course not, Ares. I just figured you’d want to take care of this as soon as possible. The longer you wait, the more worshippers you’re bound to lose.”

Ares pulled her tighter to him. “Yes, you’re right. Again. You know, you’re a very smart woman, Eden. I’m glad you’re mine.”

“For as long as I’m alive, my sweet.” She kissed his cheek and rose to dress. “So you’ll talk to Caesar today?”

“Consider it done.”


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Bartholomeus had commissioned his statue to be the first one erected in place of Mars’ temple, which worked out all too perfectly. Caesar then used the statue’s unveiling as reason to throw a big celebration in honor of Bartholomeus. What poetic justice, to be assassinated on the same day you’re honored. Beautiful!


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Eden arrived at the party, looking breathtaking in multiple layers of sheer, flowing material with gold-corded ends, artistically wrapped around her body to show just the right amount of skin in her midsection. Her usually wavy golden-blonde hair was styled straight and silky, looking almost as if it were another layer of the fine material.

Caesar greeted her with all the charm he was famous for, whispering in her ear how jealous he was that she intended on giving all of her attention to Bartholomeus that night. She let him lead her around and introduced her to each of the high councilmen and their attending wives, as the daughter of a rich merchant from Noviomagus who was looking for some place worthy to invest his riches. Bartholomeus was one of the last she met.

Once the formalities were done, Caesar excused himself from her company, saying that he had other guests that needed attending. Sure enough, Eden had caught the eye of the Roman bachelor, and a few minutes after Caesar’s departure, Bartholomeus made his way over to the balcony where Eden was causally drinking a glass of wine.

“Is this your first time visiting our fine city? It must be, I would have remembered meeting such a beautiful young lady,” he said suavely.

Bartholomeus was quite a handsome man, with dark curly hair and rich, deep blue eyes. He had a nice build, with strong arms and legs, although his skin lacked the kiss of the sun. Even so, it was flawless, beautiful and creamy. It was obvious that his family had money by his expensive clothes.

Eden fluttered her darkly painted eyelids at him. “Your very kind, my Lord. Thank you.” She bowed gracefully. “Yes, this is my first trip to Rome. I’m here on business for my father. It’s quite fascinating, I must say.”

Bartholomeus took Eden’s hand, brought it to his lips, and gently kissed it. “Not quite as much as you, my dear,” he countered. He noticed her cup was half-empty and said, “Come. You need a fresh drink.”

He swiftly moved an arm around Eden’s waist and ushered her to one of the many refreshment tables, charming her with everything he had.

Eden chuckled to herself as she gazed into his eyes like he captivated them. ‘This is going to be even easier than anticipated,’ she thought.


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On the other side of the room, Caesar stood against the wall with another guest; a short, pudgy man with a semi-bald head. Both men had a watchful eye on the laughing couple.

The emperor leaded closer to the short man. “Well, Ares, I must say, so far – she’s perfect. But she hardly looks the type to drive a dagger into a man’s heart. Must be all the pretty blonde hair of hers. Are you sure she can follow through with it?”

The disguised god laughed. “Oh, have no doubt, my friend. Don’t let her pretty face fool you. Remember, she’s been trained by the best!”

Caesar sighed. “Yes, well, even though you trained her, doesn’t mean she’s up to the job. You should have handled this personally . . .”
Ares used his powers and placed an invisible grip around Caesar’s neck to shut him up. “You may be the leader of Rome, Caesar, but I don’t recall that position included divine rights. Watch your mouth when speaking to me.” He released the invisible hold and Caesar immediately rubbed his neck with his hand.

The god, with his pudgy, plump face, smiled a silly grin at his companion. It was obvious to him that the man was still edgy and apprehensive by the way he nervously kept darting his eyes in Eden’s direction.

“Caesar, relax, will you? Go have a drink or something.”

“I’m trying. But there’s more at stake here than just you, Ares. If something should go wrong, then my place as Emperor is also in jeopardy.”

Ares sighed and glared daggers at Caesar, quickly becoming agitated. “My word,” he said in a firm voice louder than usual, then toned the volume down, “should be enough. Perhaps it would ease your mind to know that Eden was the one who came up with this plan.”

The god’s eyes traveled across the room to where Eden and Bartholomeus were closely hovelled together, whispering in each other’s ear. He watched as Bartholomeus picked up a piece of guava from a nearby tray and fed it to Eden. Juice dribbled down one side of her chin and the bachelor immediately leaned in and licked it from her skin, stealing a quick kiss from her luscious lips on the way up.

Ares smiled. “And I must say, an excellent one at that,” he said proudly.


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Eden couldn’t help but to be somewhat attracted to the man. He had charisma and charm and intelligence, besides being good-looking. When Eden agreed to join Bartholomeus for a private late-night cocktail at his home, she suddenly felt that familiar stirring in her stomach and the heat between her thighs. The man turned her on.

As they walked along the porch of his extravagant home, Bartholomeus took Eden’s hand.

“Where are we going?” Eden giggled, slightly buzzed from the drinks at the party.

“Just around to the patio entrance,” he answered and kept pulling her along until they turned the corner of the house. There was a beautiful garden and a small pond on that side of the house. The moon was full and bright, and reflected softly off the water.

He stopped briefly and stared at her. “You look breathtaking in the moonlight, Eden. Put my garden to shame, you do.” Eden swore that the man blushed as he complimented her beauty.

“Oh, quit it!” she said, turning her head from him. “I thought we came here for a drink and I’m awfully thirsty.”

“Of course!” he acknowledged, and unlatched the French doors that opened onto the back patio. Once they were inside, he motioned towards the sofa with one hand. “Please, make yourself comfortable while I summons the servant to bring us some wine.”

As soon as he disappeared into an adjoining room, there was flash of blue and white light. Ares appeared sitting next to Eden on the plush, velvet-covered sofa. One arm was around her shoulders, and his free hand was running a finger along the outline of the material against her chest.

He whispered into her ear, “You’re doing wonderfully, my dear. Got him right where you want. Now, hurry up and kill him so I can whisk you away and fuck you senseless. You look so fucking hot tonight. All of the men at Caesar’s party wanted you, you know that. But you’re mine. All mine.” His honeyed voice dripped with desire and lust as his hot breath caressed her ear.

She smiled slyly and pushed him away. “You better get out of here, or you’re going to blow everything.”

“I will not. He can’t see me. Only you, my sweet.” He smirked.

“Still, you need to leave. Now. Or you’ll end up distracting me and then I might blow it.”

“Yeah?” Ares said, raising his eyebrows. “You promise?” He looked down at his budging cock.

She heard Bartholomeus coming back and gave Ares an impetuous look. “Go,” she mouthed to the god and he disappeared.

“Here we are!” Bartholomeus said as he entered the room holding two goblets of wine. A servant followed behind him with more wine in an etched silver pitcher. He set it down on the table next to the sofa and left the room without ever looking up and his master’s guest.

Bartholomeus took a seat next to Eden and handed her a goblet. “Here, try this. It’s from my personal vineyard.”

Eden timidly brought the cup to her lips, unsure if she was going to like it. Right away, the sweet bouquet pleasantly hit her nostrils and she took a sip. It was delicious.

“Bartholomeus, this is wonderful! You made this?” she praised.

“Not me, exactly. My family owned the vineyard for nearly fifty years; however, it sat lifeless and dormant after a terrible drought that happened about forty years ago. When my father died, I inherited the property and invested some time and money to restore it and start producing wine again. So you really think it’s good?”

Eden smiled. “Of course I do! I wouldn’t have said so if I didn’t. Just what kind of girl do you think I am, anyway?” she teased.

Bartholomeus set down his cup and looked at her seriously. “I think you’re the kind of woman I could spend some time with.” He leaned his head in and slowly, gently kissed her. Eden moaned and parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He placed a hand on her thigh and a moment later, it slowly crept up the side of her body, caressing her curves.

Eden managed to set down her cup and then placed both arms around Bartholomeus’ neck. She lay back on the couch and pulled him on top of her at the same time. That was all the confirmation Bartholomeus needed. His hands then eagerly rubbed and caressed her entire body. His kiss became more passionate and needy. He kissed down one cheek and into the nook of her neck until he found her ear and nibbled gently on the lobe.

“Eden,” he said, his voice gruff and full of desire, “Eden, I want you so badly. I want to make love to you.”

Eden grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back far enough to look him in the eyes. “I don’t want you to make love to me, Bartholomeus.” The fire in his eyes was quickly extinguished by her words, but then she said, “I want you to fuck me!” She smiled wickedly.

Bartholomeus looked surprised, at first, then the desire quickly returned. “Eden, such harsh words coming out of such a lovely mouth. You’re a bad girl!” he teased.

“Oh, you just now figured that out?” she flirted back. “Listen, I like my men . . . well, ah, manly, so just quit with the gentleman act and fuck me, will you?”

Bartholomeus looked like he died and went to Olympus. He shook his head in disbelief as he started to remove his tunic. “Oh, yeah, baby. I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you good. I’ll fuck you all night long if you want.”

Eden picked up her wine and motioned a cheer to her host. “Excellent,” she said before taking what was left in the cup all in one swallow. By the time she set the empty cup back on the table, Bartholomeus was naked from the waist up. Eden then slowly started to unwrap her top as Bartholomeus looked on with hungry eyes.

Just before she had the last of it unraveled, she felt the dispensation of air behind her and then she heard Ares whispering to her.

“What in Tartarus are you doing, Eden? Just kill him already. You don’t have to be any closer to the man than this. Do it, Eden. Do it now.” His voice almost sounded angry, but Eden knew that it was more jealously that rang through his tone.

She ignored Ares and continued to undress for her date. As soon as her breasts were exposed, Bartholomeus was on her, licking and teasing the nipples, kneading the fleshy mounds with both hands.

“Oh, Eden. You’ve got me so hard. You really turn me on, baby. I can’t wait to slip my cock into your hot, wet pussy,” he groaned almost painfully. “Come on.” He quickly jumped up, grabbing Eden’s hand and led her from the room. “I’m taking you to bed.”

His light forcefulness and commanding voice made Eden shiver in anticipation. She felt the hot wetness growing between her legs as she walked down the long, ornately decorated hallway that led to the master bedchambers.

Inside, a huge canopied bed dominated the room. Two carved mahogany dressers sat on each side of the headboard. On one wall there was a fireplace with a beautiful stone mantle. A bearskin rug, two chairs and a small table was arranged in front of the hearth. The floors were polished marble, ivory colored with dark pink and beige veins throughout, and made the large room feel colder than it was.

Bartholomeus noticed when Eden rubbed her hands over her arms in an attempt to warm herself. “Why don’t I start a fire while you finish to undress!” he said seductively.

She nodded in agreement and moved to the bed. She sat, leaning back on her arms, and casually swung her feet back and forth as she watched Bartholomeus fanning the hot embers to get the fire started.

Another swish of air and she knew Ares was there. She felt his hot breath in her ear. “What are you waiting for, Eden?” he said firmly, making sure she knew he was loosing his patience.

She never took her eyes from Bartholomeus across the room. She only smirked a little.

“Do it – NOW!” Ares didn’t whisper this time, although Eden was the only one who could see or hear him.

Still not bothering to look at the god, she shook her head no and smiled.

Ares narrowed his eyes at her. Just what kind of game is she playing, he thought. He glanced over at Bartholomeus, who had just finished with the fire and had turned towards Eden.

Eden’s eyes dropped down the length of the man’s body and then back up to his face as he neared her. Before he reached her, she laid all the way back on the bed and put her hands behind her head.

“You want him, don’t you? You wanna fuck him!” Ares said, shocked. Eden’s smile became even bigger, however Bartholomeus thought it was because he was returning to her. Ares sighed in disgust. “Fine, go ahead. Have your fun. Just make sure you do the job you’re supposed to do.” He disappeared.

Bartholomeus let the remainder of his clothes fall from his healthy body before he joined Eden on the bed. “I thought you were going to undress?”

Eden looked up at him with seductive eyes. “I decided to let you do it for me . . .”

Bartholomeus smiled and nodded once. He reached for the wrap of her skirt but Eden stopped him.

“With your teeth,” she finished.

The bachelor guffawed deeply. “With pleasure!” he answered. He scooted from the bed and kneeled on the floor at the edge, then pulled Eden closer to him. He began kissing at her calf and slowly moved upwards until he reached her waist. Grabbing the end of the material with his teeth, he skillfully tugged and pulled until he had successfully opened the front of the wrap, at which point he discovered that the material had been draped around her body a number of times.

He let out a slightly frustrated sigh and looked at her face. She was grinning at him, knowing that he would never be able to complete the task unless she was standing.

“You’re a fucking tease, woman. You know that, don’t you?”

Eden nodded. “Um-hum. I wanted to see how far you’d get before just ripping it from my body.” She giggled.

Bartholomeus smirked. “Well, only about this far.” He took hold of the skirt at her waist and yanked it down her long, firm legs, leaving her naked before him. “That’s more like it,” he commented as his eyes traveled over her voluptuous shape.

He stood, and Eden’s eyes immediately were drawn to his impressive erection, which now stood touching his stomach. He saw where she was looking and looked down upon it, himself. Taking it in his hand, he stroked it for her, causing a little clear fluid to leak from the tip.

Eden moaned softly, her eyes never veering from the hardened muscle.

“You like what you see, darlin’? Why don’t you come get some?” he purred.

Without hesitation, she sat up and scooted closer to him. She reached for his cock, pushing his hand away, and began to lightly jerk him.

“Fuck, you’re so hard. I love it!” she whispered. She moved her head in and slapped it against her cheek. “Mmmm. Yes. So very hard.”

Bartholomeus’ eyes closed and his head tilted back. One hand had moved to her head and was gently stroking her hair. “Oh, baby. That’s right. That feels good,” he cooed.

Eden continued to rub it all around her face. She rolled her head in a circle and let her hair lightly fall over it, tickling him slightly. More pre-cum oozed out. She took her thumb and spread the sticky liquid over his cock head, and then continued to jerk him.

“Oh, baby. Oh, Eden,” he murmured. “Please don’t tease me. I can’t take it. Just suck it. Suck my cock, baby.”

She looked up at him and found that he was watching her with desperate eyes. “Are you sure, now? You’re sure that’s what you want me to do?” she teased.

His cock grew harder in her hand just at the thought of her mouth wrapped around it. “Oh, yeah, baby. That’s what I want,” he answered.

Eden looked back and started rubbing it again. “Then tell me. I want you to tell me what you like while I’m sucking your gorgeous cock.” She darted her eyes back up to his for a brief moment and continued, “If you stop talking – I stop sucking. Got it?”

Bartholomeus smiled widely. “You’re such a bitch!” he teased.

“Correction,” she said. “A cock-sucking bitch!” Then she wrapped her lips around the hard shaft and waited for him to command her.

At first, he only moaned, then, remembering her game, he thrust a little and said, “Suck it. Ooww. That’s right. Suck that cock. Ahh. Yeah. Use your tongue. Run it down the length while your sucking. That’s it, baby. Yeah. Oh, that’s so good. Get it nice and wet with your saliva. Uh ha. Move up and down. Up and down. Oh, yeah. Fuck, you’ve got some mouth on you, woman. Oh, oh. More tongue. Circle the head with your tongue. Oh, baby. Harder. Suck harder. Fuck.”

His words made Eden really hot. She closed her eyes and moaned, following his instruction with enthusiasm. Rolling her head and her tongue around the hard organ, savoring his taste. One hand held his cock tightly at the base to keep it straight and hard, while her other hand caressed his thigh and ass and chest.

“Oh gods, baby. That’s right. Suck that big cock. You like it? You like sucking my cock?”

“Mm-hum,” she mumbled with a full mouth.

“Yeah, I thought so. Now, take more of it in your mouth. That’s right. More, more. Ahhh, shit, that’s good! Now pull back while you suck real hard. Yeah! Oh fuck, Eden. Go down on it again. Go further. Take it all, baby. That is, if you can.”

Now both hands were in her hair, guiding her, pushing her further down on his shaft. He felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat. She gagged a little and pulled back and off of him to catch a breath of air. A string of saliva formed from his cock to her mouth.

Bartholomeus looked on in awe. “Oh fuck, Eden. You’re so fucking hot,” he praised. “Suck it some more,” he said with a little thrust of his hips.

She continued to do as he asked for a while longer, but was soon ready to have some attention paid to her. She gave his hardened cock a final suck, pulled off and sighed an exhausted sigh.

“Shit, Eden, you sure can give some head, girl!” Bartholomeus said as he finally sat down. His legs were beginning to feel like jelly at that point now, anyway. “Damn, you’re good.”

“Yes, I know,” she said half-jokingly. She smiled at him and lay back on the mattress. Bartholomeus lay on top of her, pressing his hard shaft against her bare belly. He had both hands on the side of her head and held her there. Leaning in, he kissed her brutally, biting and nipping at her tender lips, forcing his tongue inside her. She sucked it in as hard as she could, to the point where it hurt him a little. When he tried to retreat, she clamped down with her teeth and held him there until he broke away.

Bartholomeus looked surprised at first, but then recognized the passion in her eyes. “You little savage,” he teased. “You like to play rough, do you? Well, two can play that game, my dear.”

He took her hands and pinned them to the bed as he attacked her neck and breasts. Eden moaned and arched her back. His forceful behavior turned her on even more than she had been, and she wrapped her leg tightly around his waist and tried to manipulate his position so he would enter her.

“Fuck me!” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”

Bartholomeus wouldn’t comply. He ignored her cries and continued to assault her hardened pink nipples, grazing his teeth across the sensitive skin, sucking them until they were nearly bruised. He licked his way back up her neck and to her mouth again. The raw passion between the two was escalating, growing wild in need.

He let go of one of her hands, quickly securing it with the other, and then trailed down the side of her body. She loosened her leg grip enough to allow him access between her thighs. He found her pussy wet and waiting for him, and he immediately plunged a finger inside, fucking her with it. He used his thumb to rub on her clit at the same time.

Eden couldn’t take it. She begged him for his cock. “Please. Please. I want you inside me. Now, baby, please. You’re making me so hot for you.”

Bartholomeus raised his head and looked at her with a victorious expression. “You want me to give it to you, baby? You want me to fuck you?” He smirked.

‘Yes. YES!” Her eyes closed and her head rolled around.
Then he stood up, and Eden’s eyes shot open in surprise. “Wh ... where are you going?”

“Turn over,” he commanded. “On your hands and knees. And scoot closer to the edge. You want me to fuck you, well I’m gonna fuck you good.” He voice was firm and seductive and Eden shivered in excitement at his words. She couldn’t move fast enough.

When she was in position with her firm little ass pointing towards Bartholomeus, he slapped her a few times before fingering her again. Using two digits, he slid them in and out, twisting his wrist at the same time, making a sloshing sound in the slick passage.

“Shit, woman, you are so fucking wet. Mmmm. I just got to have a little taste of your hot pussy, girl.”

He bent over and quickly licked the length of her slit a few times and then pushed his tongue inside her hole. Eden rocked back against him, wiggling her ass in delight.

“Mmmm. Mmmm. Oh, fuck, that feels good. I can’t wait to have your cock in me,” she murmured through her moans.

After only a few minutes, Bartholomeus stopped. He had stoked his cock to full hardness again while he had a taste of Eden. He took it and slapped it against her rear end, rubbing it over her slit and making it wet with her juice.

Eden pressed back against him in anticipation. He was making her crazy with want. “Please, Bartholomeus. Fuck me, NOW!” she cried.

Bartholomeus gave her one hard slap on the ass with his hand. “Fine,” he said, “Spread that pussy for me, bitch.”

Eden opened her legs a little more and positioned herself closer to the edge. Bartholomeus looked her over with a lustful glance and licked his dry lips. “You want my cock, huh? Get ready, ‘cuz I’m gonna give it to you – right now.”

He slammed into her on the last word.

“Oh, gods, yes. YES! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. That’s right. Fuck me hard,” she urged.

She nearly melted when he had finally entered her. She was so ready. She wanted badly to feel his hard cock inside of her. And even more so, she wanted Ares to see her fucking someone else, and enjoying it. She knew he was watching, even though she couldn’t see him. She knew he had been watching her the entire night. ‘Good. I hope it bothers him,’ she thought.


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Invisibly cloaked, Ares watched his girl screw the Roman diplomat with vigor. He was jealous, and pissed at her behavior, but at the same time he couldn’t help responding to the couple. They were hot together, and it made him even hotter for Eden. The defiant bitch. He would have to show her what it feels like to really get fucked. He might just make his cock so big and thick that she’ll beg for him to stop before he splits her in two. That’ll show her who the real man is in her life.

He absently rubbed his crotch as he continued to watch.


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Bartholomeus stood next to the bed, holding Eden down against the mattress while he rammed into her pussy from behind. The man was strong and had some stamina, they had been at it this way for some time and Eden had already had a number of littler orgasms. Bartholomeus was nearing, too. She could tell by the way he would slow down his strokes almost to the stopping point and then slam back into her with brutal force. He was a good fuck and she had enjoyed herself with him. But she had a job to do and needed to get it done soon. She urged him on, wanting him to cum and also to give her that one big orgasm . . . for Ares benefit, of course.

“Oh, fuck, Bartholomeus, I love your big cock. Give it to me, baby. Fuck my cunt with that big cock,” she prompted.

Bartholomeus’ breathing became heavier and he was groaning. He reached beneath her and started to rub her clit. Instantly, a deluge of her juices flooded her passage and she stated slamming back against his thrusts.

“Oh, fuck, baby. You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he rambled. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the sight of his cock sliding into her slick, glistening pussy. He not only could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft, he could see it too. Her lips seemed to wrap around his dick and suck it inside.

“Oh, yeah! I’m gonna cum soon, baby, and I want to cum in your mouth. When I tell you, you turn around and suck me. Got it?”

“Mm-hum,” Eden confirmed.

He reached for one of her tits and squeezed her nipple; he lightly bit at her neck and kissed down her spine. He returned his hand to her clit, and started flicking his finger over it as fast as he could.

Eden screamed loudly as she started to cum. Her body writhed and jerked, and her head flung from side to side. Bartholomeus leaned back to watch as her pussy responded to his hard cock. It was too much for him to stand any longer. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her a few more times and then said, “Now, Eden! Suck me now.”

She immediately turned around and grabbed his cock, and shoved it into her mouth. She sucked hard and could feel it rippling with tension, getting ready to burst. She took her other hand and massaged his balls as she deep-throated the large shaft.

Bartholomeus looked on in amazement. He had both hands on her head, pushing her further down, making her take it all. He couldn’t stop – it was too good. “Yeah, baby,” he whispered.

Then Eden looked up at him with her intense blue eyes decorated in all that heavy dark eye shadow, his cock filling her mouth, causing her cheeks to expand from his size, sucking him and that did it. His body began to jerk quickly. He grabbed coc cock with one hand, and pulled her head back a little by her hair with his other.

“Oh, fuck, baby, this is it. I’m cumming. I’m cumming for yo
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His hot semen spurted from his cock head into her mouth. She used her tongue to push some of it out around the sides of her mouth so it would dribble down her chin. She swallowed and swallowed, wondering if the man was ever going to stop, when she finally felt his grip on her hair loosen, indicating that it was coming to an end.

He pulled his softened dick from her and slapped it against her mouth a few times before letting out a huge sigh and collapsing on the bed beside her.

“Fuck, that was good, Eden. Whew! I can’t remember the last time I came that much. You really get me hot.”

Eden crawled next to him, lying against his smooth, sweaty chest, face to face. He enclosed an arm around her, drawing her nearer, and closed his eyes to rest. She gently pushed the hair stuck to his forehead away from his face and quickly kissed his lips tenderly.

“Yes, that WAS good. Real good. It’s just a shame that it won’t ever happen again.” She snapped her fingers and a small dagger appeared in her hand, a signal she had arranged with Ares beforehand. She kept it from Bartholomeus’ sight, quickly hiding it behind her back.

Bartholomeus opened his eyes and looked at her in question. “What do you mean, Eden? Don’t you want to see me again? I’d like to see more of you.”

Eden smiled wickedly and shook her head. “No, baby. It’s not like that. I really, truly enjoyed my time with you this evening. And you’re a really good fuck, too. But it will be kind of hard to get together again, being that you’ll be kinda DEAD.”

Before he had a chance to respond, Eden pressed her face against his, kissing him violently, holding him in place. Then she took the knife and slit it across his throat. He screamed, and she continued to kiss him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Blood squirted from the wound, coloring the white sheets beneath them, getting all over Eden’s face, neck, chest and hands. She pulled back and howled in evil laughter.

After Bartholomeus had stopped jerking and was completely dead, Eden sat up and looked him over. She smiled, and then ran her bloody hands over breasts. The sight of his blood on her naked body turned her on. Her head fell back and she moaned, only to be snapped out of her erotic daydream by the sound of clapping.

“Very well done, my dear,” Ares said as he stood, leaning against the wall, applauding. “Excellent show, I must say. And all for my pleasure.” He pushed off the wall and approached Eden.

“I didn’t do it for you, Ares. I did it for me. I did it because I wanted to,” she said cockily.

Ares crawled on the bed, over Eden, causing her to lie back in the puddle of Bartholomeus’ blood and kissed her passionately.

“Of course you did it for me. Who else would be watching you? And I have to admit that, even though you really pissed me off at first,” he kisser lir lips once, then her cheek, and then her ear, and whispered, “you really know how to get me all worked up. You’re so hot when you’re covered in blood.” He poked his tongue in her ear.

Eden tried to push him off and get up, but he wouldn’t allow it. He glared at her, instantly becoming angry.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not through with you,” he snapped.

“Ares, I’m just not in the mood right now. Okay?”

“No, it’s not okay. You sure looked ‘in the mood’ a little while ago,” he said sarcastically.

“That was different. I had a job to do.” She struggled against him. “Let me up, dammit.”

He used his powers to immobilize her and then stood up and loomed over her. She noticed that he looked bigger than normal. The same way he gets in battle when he’s fighting. She knew her little roll in the sack with Bartholomeus had gotten to him. His next words only confirmed it.

“You didn’t have to sleep with him to kill him, you know. Now tell me the truth. You did it to make me jealous. Admit it!” he growled.

Eden glared back at the god. “So what if I did! What does it matter anyway?”

“What does it matter? What does it matter? You must have lost your fucking mind, woman!” He crawled on top of her again, bringing his face close to hers. “You belong to me and no one else. Do you understand? That, my dear, is what matters.” He took his hand and touched her cheek, pushing the hair out of here.
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She jerked her head away from his touch. “I belong to no one, Ares. Least of all you.” Rage flashed in Ares’ eyes at her response. Quickly, Eden searched for something else to say, something to defuse his anger. “Besides, you have other lovers. Why can I?”

Ares eyes widened in shock. He had no idea that she knew about the other women.

“Yes, I know all about your restless nights while I was away in Africa,” she said matter-of-factly. Actually, she had not known, but took a chance and called a bluff. It obviously worked.

He got off of her and stared down at the floor. “Eden, ah, I, ah,” he stammered.

“What? Did you think I wouldn’t find out? That I wouldn’t know about your affairs. Please, Ares, give me more credit than that. I’m not a blind idiot any more.”

“I never thought you were an idiot, Eden. But if you knew about the others, then why didn’t you say something about it?”

“Because, Ares, it didn’t matter. What good would it have done for me to get all upset about it, and make both of our lives miserable? I know how you feel about me. You’ve shown me time and time again. But I also know you’ve got a sexual drive that just won’t quit. I never expected you to go without while I was off looking for my sisters. I understand you, I know how you are, and yet I still love you in spite of it.”

Eden felt Ares’ restraining spell disappear. She sat up and continued.

“That doesn’t mean I want you to be flaunting your affairs in my face, though,” she joked. “And if I find myself attracted to another man from time to time, then I just might sleep with him. So if you don’t want to see it, then close your eyes, like I do with you. Ares, you don’t have to worry, I’ll always return home to you.”

Ares finally looked up from the floor and into Eden’s eyes. “You’re right. I’m sorry I got so mad. I was just so damn jealous of that stinkin’ mortal. Touching you, putting his hands all over your body. Kissing you, tasting you.” He got that mischievous look in his eye again, and smiled seductively.

Eden cocked her head to one side and motioned with a finger to come closer. “Let me put all those doubts to rest, my love.” When she reached for him, his clothes were suddenly gone. He pushed her back into the puddle of blood once again, and fucked her until they were both covered with it.

All the servants in the house heard screams of passion coming from the master’s bedchambers late into the night. They assumed that Bartholomeus was having another wild evening.


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There was a turbulent rush of gossip in Rome the following day. Authorities and high officials had barricaded the entrance of Bartholomeus’ home. Someone had murdered the diplomat last night. Brutally cff hff his head, which seemed to be missing.

One of the servants found him. He was still in bed, the white sheets stained red with his blood. Naked. Headless. They knew that he had a woman with him the night before, but no one could even give a description of her. Authorities thought it was strange that nothing had been stolen.

Another member of the high council rushed into the room and addressed the man in charge. “You’d better come quickly. We found Bartholomeus’ head,” he said in a panicked voice.


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A crowd had gathered in open area where Mars’ temple had once stood. The same place where the statue of the Roman diplomat, Bartholomeus, now stood in its place. Even thought it was only yesterday that the statue had been unveiled, there was something terribly wrong with it now.

It was a beautiful piece of artwork, to say the least. Carved out of the smoothest and finest gray-white limestone available. Every detail carefully reconstructed to give the statue a lifelike quality. Everything from the sandals he wore to the rings on his fingers. But someone had vandalized the figure. Someone had removed the stone head . . . and replaced it with Bartholomeus’ real one.

The blood dripped down the sides distastefully, staining the porous stone. Dead in the center of the statue’s chest was a mark. The sign of the god of war. A message to the good people of Rome: Don’t piss off the gods, or this is how you’ll end up. It was crude, but effective nonetheless.

By the next day, new temples were being construction all across Rome, in dedication to the War God, Mars.