Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Honeymoon for One	By : GingerQ Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 3798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Xena, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
HONEYMOON FOR ONE � THIRD DAY

Day Three: Morning

I awoke from War covering my face with light little kisses.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he said softly "I had room service bring up some coffee. Want me to pour you some?"

I smiled and slipped my arms around his neck. "You're much better tasting than Java, Baby! Why don't you give me some more of that sugar instead?"

He kissed me again, more deliberately now. Before I knew it, we were making love again. Not having sex, like the night before, but sweet, wonderful, gentle lovemaking. When we both were sated, I turned on my side and faced him, rubbing my hand over his masculine chest. He looked at me. That's when I saw something frightening. I turned away quickly.

"Don't look at me that way!" upset, my voice was stern.

"What Don, what do you mean?" he touched my shoulder to turn me back towards him. "Don't
look at you what way?"

I stared him deep in the eyes; my brows pulled together, my face serious.

"Like that - all mushy and lovey! You're gonna ruin it all, please don't do it. Don't ruin it!"

He was confused now; he didn't know what I was talking about. I continued.

"Don't go looking at me with that flicker of love in your eyes. You'll wreck all the fun we're having. I have to go home in FOUR days and I don't want to be packing a broken heart when I do leave. And if you start with those feeling, I'll jump on your train, forgetting the consequences. Then my time with you will end, and all I'll have left to remember you by are shattered pieces of my heart."

"You mean you don't already love me? Donna . . ."

"Yes, and NO! I don't know. But it doesn't matter. Even if I do, as long as I know that you don't feel that way, then I won't allow myself to fall. We can just be good friends that have great sex. It's perfectly fine with me. That way, I can look back on these memories and smile and feel good about them; instead of regretting them cause they only cause me pain. You understand?"

"You are able to control your emotions at will?"

"Yes, most of the time - with the exception of a couple. Anger and lust."

"Love too?"

"No, because love is a choice, not an emotion. You can pick and choose whom you wish to share it with. Lust, on the other hand, is uncontrollable. It knows no bounds, no race, and no gender. It is simply raw animalistic desire. Pure physical attraction. It's not even close to love, although people mix the two hem hem up constantly."

"Are you trying to tell me that you are choosing not to love me, Don?" he spoke as if someone just ran over his dog.

"Love you? War, I hardly know you. Why are we even talking about this? I mean, look at you! You're a fucking knock out. I bet you have dozens of women hanging around you constantly. You could have any woman you want."

"And what if I want you?"

I got up out of the bed and went to the closet to find something to put on. "If you are trying to get out of taking me around Greece today, it's working. I'm fine with booking one of those tour busses offered by the hotel." I headed for the bathroom.

"Oh come on, Donna! I'm not trying to get out of anything! Are you going to take a shower?" he raised his eyebrows up and down twice, trying to be cute, but I wasn't buying it.

"Yes - alone please. I just need to clear my head. OK?" He didn't answer. "OK?" I repeated.

"Whatever you want." He went to pour himself a cup of coffee as I entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

******************

Ares was furious now. He saw an opportunity to push Donna's buttons, and he tried; only to find that she could cause the circuits to short out before he got the response he wanted from her. Another backfire! If he had to deal with many more of these defeats, he would surly loose his temper with her. It really ticked him off that he couldn't arouse the smallest argument from her. He is the God of War, the master of conflict. This is not good. He thought about storming the bathroom and brutally taking her, having his way with her in the shower. And only because she wanted to be alone for a few minutes. But Ares heard it as if she didn't want be with him right now. "Ok, Donna. I'll let you slide . . . this time. But just you wait, my dear" The God of War was beginning to feel like his old self again. He breathed in deeply through his nose, causing his large chest to become fuller. His mind was already planning something else. Something she wouldn't like. He smiled wickedly.

********************

Day Three: Noon

War had spent the better part of the last half an hour trying to convince me to choose another place to go. To his objection, we had just arrived at one of the largest mms oms outside of Athens. I had insisted on going, wanting to visit at least one museum on this once in a lifetime trip to Greece. But unless we wanted to spend two or more hours driving to Athens, this was the closest one to the hotel.

It was located in a building on the campus of a university. The museum also doubled as an aid for students who were studying the history of ancient Greece. There were many authentic artifacts at this museum that you would not normally see at one of larger
cities museums. That's because these artifacts were either damaged and unattractive or too boring to put out for display to
attract tourists. There were also numerous ancient scrolls being translated by one of the university's professors. Professor Nijjan was a well-known historian who specialized in linguistics. When he wasn't teaching a class or giving a lecture, you could find him in the museum, trying to decipher some text. The professor was also the museum curator.

War and I went on the 30 minute guided tour offered by a school volunteer. I found everything to be quite interesting. War, on the other hand, looked more interested in soda machine and microwave oven in the cafeteria. He insisted that there were other better places he could show me, but I wanted to stay for a while longer. I had been talking with the student guide, asking her lots of questions. I was shocked to find out that the school only started using computers to aid in their research, four years ago. They looked to have an extensive amount of data here. I was curious how they categorized everything.

"Have all of the items been computer catalogued?"

"Yes, Professor Nijjan's staff just recently finished doing that not more than two or three months ago, complete with numerous cross-references for detailed data base searches.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, that was the main reason we got the computers to begin with, so the students would have a way to research projects and papers."

"Are these resources available to non-students, as well?"

"You can always access our web site, but let my show you where the student study hall is!"

I looked around for War. He was still sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria. Now he had a candy bar and a cup of coffee.

I asked the guide to wait a moment and I popped my head in to tell War where I was going to be. He asked how much longer I would be. I wasn't sure. Poor guy, this was not his idea of a fun afternoon. He said he wanted to go take care of some personal business since we were in town and wondered if I minded. He would pick me up in an hour.

"No problem. That's fine with me!" I threw him the keys to my rental car and turned to join the girl who was waiting for me. She brought me to the student's hall where there were a couple dozen desks set up with computers. She told me to pick any chair and go for it. A few other people were doing some research. I asked if any of the professor's staff might be available for a
question of two.

"I'm sorry, none of the staff is here right now, but Professor Nijjan is right there." She pointed one of the desks. Sitting there was a middle-aged man, wearing a white smock and wire-framed glasses. His clean-shaven face and bright blue eyes made him somewhat attractive. He looked up briefly when he hears his name spoken, but quickly returned his thoughts back to the scroll
he had.

"Thank you, you've been very helpful." I told the girl, who turned to leave.

I picked the desk directly behind the professor, turned on the computer and began clicking away. Back home, I am in charge of cataloging my company's entire inventory on computer. It's part of our 'Internet Sales' program which I had a big part of
instigating two and a half years ago. I was always interested in how other companies or groups have utilized today's technology in organizing data or inventory for the World Wide Web. This was a double treat to me, since I also enjoyed ancient history.

"Oh my! Oh my! Well, I would have never thou. . . . ." the professor was talking to himself. "Who would have
figured Ares would be destined to become the new King?"

What? What's he talking about. He obviously had discovered some new information from the scroll he was working on. I couldn't help myself, I had to ask.

"s? Ks? King? King of the Gods?" I asked. The professor turned to me.

"Yes! This particular scrolls writings are the predictions of an old prophet. He foretells the future of the 12 Gods of Olympus. We have only discovered four scrolls so far. This one is the last in his series of predictions. It is about the God of War, Ares." He finally looked up from the scroll to see whom he was talking to. "I haven't seen you here before. Are you a new student?"

"No sir. I am just a tourist."

"Really? We rarely see a tourist in the study hall. Come to think of it, we don't see many tourists at the museum either. Not
with so many other museums sporting all the priceless relics. Why are you here?"

"Actually, I was curious to see how you had entered all of the historical information that has been gathered over the years. I do something similar for my job in the states."

"You work for a museum? Which one?"

"Oh no, I don't work at a museum. But my company is getting into Internet sales"

I proceeded to give him a brief summary of what I did. "� but ancient history has always been a hobby of mine, especially Greek, Egyptian, and Roman history. I find it all very fascinating!" I could see the excitement in the professor's eyes at his new discovery.

"So what is all this about Ares becoming the King, now?"

His eyes widened as he began to tell me the prophet's story. t;Apt;Apparently, according to the scroll, one of the Gods accidentally kills Zeus. The entire Olympian world begins an era of chaos. Without the King to keep justice, the rest of the Gods become wild. There were murders and the stealing of powers. The entire city was destroyed. Eventually, the Gods either ended up too weak, unable to aid humanity, or too powerful and full of themselves to care for the mortals. The people who worshiped them were beginning to diminish rapidly. withwithout worship, no God can survive. Over time, they all were forgotten and fell into a state of eternal sleep."

"So wouldn't have Ares fallen asleep too?"

"Yes! But this is the amazing part. Sometime in the future, just shy of a thousand years after their fall, a mortal woman awakens the great God of War. He appears to her as a human, and seduces her, taking parts of her soul each time he does. He needs her soul to become stronain.ain. He plans to take over the world once he is fully restored. Only now, it is a different world. He cannot take it over by the brutal forces of war, the only way he has known. He has to begin again, to learn about this new world and capture it in a different way. He uses the woman to help teach him, unaware that . . . the scroll is damaged. I can't make it out. Ok skip that part. Then the prophet continues to say that there are many trials the God must endure before coming to the understanding of his feelings. He nearly loses . . . shoot! The text is damaged here too . . .(he picks it up again where it is legible) . . . this new age, she does not respond to his demands too quickly. She is stub whi which is one of the things he loves in her. Then something happens and she leaves him. He becomes heartless and eventually gains a worldly position through deception, but . . . Oh darn!"

"What's wrong professor?"

"I cannot read the last part of the scroll. It has been too badly damaged"

"Well, it certainly paints an interesting picture. What is the timeline for these events?"

"I believe it to be somewhere close to the year 2000. So, if this were to be true, then it should be happening sometime in the very near future, if it has not already come to pass."

"Professor, may I ask you a silly question?" He looked up at me again. "Do you really believe that the Greek Gods were real?"

"Well, I have never seen anything to prove that they did or did not exist, yet most of the old beliefs that the Greeks had, stemmed from their belief in these Gods. They relied on them for prosperity. So spiritually speaking, I would say yes, because so many people did believe, therefore making them tangible in a way."

"That story about Ares, quite intriguing. Are there other writings that coordinate this story?"

"Well, let's see." he turned back to the computer and started up a search engine. "Ok, staff. Let's see how good of a job you've done." He was speaking to himself, just out load.

"Search for Ares, Greek God of War. More specifically - future predictions. Ok, you bolt bucket, do your stuff. It will probably take a minute or two be ite it spits out an answer. So you say you're from the states, what part?"

We continued with some small talk
while the computer did its search. A
couple minutes later it was done.

"Hey, we've got, a least,
half a dozen other references here!
Let's see what this one says."
He opened a file listed from the search and browsed through it. "Not
much detail here. This writing only
states that the people believe that Ares will become King. Apparently, he had the largest number of
worshipers just before they disappeared, other than his sister,
Aphrodite."

"The Goddess of Love?"
Gee, where have I heard that name before?

"Yes, but she always did
have a large number of worshipers. Lets
go on to the next reference. Here, this
entry has been labeled as a piece in our item research section. That means we can view it! It's in the south wing. That's what we call the 'war
wing.'"

Speaking of war, I wonder where
he is? It had been just over an hour
since he left. "The war wing?"

"We call it that because it
houses most things related to the God of War.
Lots of war paintings and writing of the same. Would you like to go see?
We could check out this item."

"Sure! Let's go." I already forgot that War was supposed to be back at any time. We
left the hall and headed for the south wing.

The professor was genuinely
excited to have a captive audience that shared his interests. I guess he must not get out too often. We arrived at thtry try to the wing and the
professor unlocked the door, holding it open for me.

%idthD

"I thought you said it was
viewable."

"It is, but not publicly
yet. In this part of the museum, we
store things that are still being researched and/or cataloged. Eventually they will be moved to the main
display area."

"Wow, I feel special,
getting a sneak peek before the rest of the world."

The professor laughed. I guess he had seen these things so many
times before that they didn't seem awesome to him any more. He started searching for the item the
computer referenced. I began to walk
along the walls, checking out the pictures and display cases.

Then I saw something I couldn't
believe. It was War, well, not really,
but it could have been. Supposedly, it
was a depiction of Ares on a chariot, heading into a war. This Ares and my War looked very
similar. It made me wonder if perhaps
the Gods were real. And War could
possibly be a descendant of Ares. I
couldn't pull myself away from the picture.
I'm not sure how much time passed when I heard the professor speaking to
me.

"Look, I found
it!" His voice seemed to break my
trance. I walked over to where he was
now sitting at a table, with another scroll spawned out before him.

"This one has more detail
concerning his resurrection back into our world. It says a young female, one who had already been chosen long ago,
will come upon one of Ares temples unknowingly. Somehow she ends up on the alter and leaves behind the blood of
her feminine soul, which, in turn, awakens the great God."

"The blood of her feminine
soul? What does that mean?"

"I'm not really sure. Apparently, the God watches her from a
distanand and follows her to a lover's nest, where he begins his seduction of
her, taking a piece of her soul to make him stronger. It speaks of a lusting spell he uses. Once he touches her, she is unable to resist his advances on her. Even if her words say 'no', her body will
betray her. This goes on daily for a
period of seven days. That's all it
says."

"I don't know professor, it
sounds like these folks were dipping into the ambrosia a little too
much." We both laughed. He returned the scroll from where he got it.

"What had you so interested
over there?"

"Just a picture of Ares. He looks so much like a friend of
mine."

"Someone back in the
states?"

"No, someone I met . .
." A slight dizziness came over me and I thought I was going to
faint. Professor Nijjan caught my arm.

"Are you alright?" he
was ushering me over to a chair. Once I
was seated, he went to get me a glass of water from the Sparkletts cooler in
the hall. By the time he returned with
it, the dizziness was gone.

"Thank you, professor"
I took the water from him and drank it.
"polopologize. I just got a
little lightheaded. I'm fine now,
really."

"You had me worried there
for a moment. Can you walk?"

"Oh yes. Really, it's over now. I guess I had better make an appointment
with my doctor when I return, though.
This is the second dizzy spell I've had since I arrived in Greece. Do you think it could be jet lag?"

"Possibly, but you should
probably go see your doctor like you said, just in case."

We headed back to the study hall
and I watched the professor resume his research on the computer. He was unable to acquire any additional
information to pertaining to the story of Ares resurrection. r rer reviewing the last file from the
search, he turned to me again.

"Are you here alone
today?"

"I arrived with a friend,
but he wasn't really into the museum thing, so he went to take care of some
errands. He is supposed to be back to
pick me up."

"What time? The museum closes in half an
hour." That's when I noticed it
was starting to get dark outside. Just
then, War walked through the door. It
was almost like he was waiting for me to call on him and then he magically
appeared.

"Oh Donna, I am so sorry I'm
late. I hope you're not too upset with
me."

"Don't sweat it, babe. The teach here has been keeping me
entertained in your absence." The
closer War came to me, the more I wanted to kiss him. That lightheaded feeling started to return again. I looked over to the professor, wanting to
bid him thanks and farewell. He
appeared almost frozen and had a look of disbelief on his face, as he stared at
War.

"Professor? Professor!"

"Huh, huh, oh yes, I'm
sorry. What is it?" His stunned face was slowing turning blank
as he looked at me. I felt like he knew
something. Something about War. Something he wasn't going to let on about
knowing.

"I just wanted to thank you
for the wonderful and informative afternoon.
It has been a real pleasure meeting you, Professor Nijjan!"

"And you too . . . "
realizing he had never asked my name.

"Donna. Donna Clark." We shook hands. I picked
up my purse and walked to War, who was trying to hand me the car keys. I told him I felt he should drive, in case I
had another one of those dizzy spells again.
Honestly, I didn't want to drive because I didn't think I would be able
to keep my hands off his sexy body, and cause us to crash. I was losing my self-control again. Why has this been happening to me so much
lately? Probably because War is so damn
hot, and he likes me, and I am only here for seven days . . . Naw. This guy is not eek eek God, he only looks
like one!

*********************

Ares was beside himself with anger.
He had figured she would be furious with him for not coming back when he
said he would. Instead, she seemed
caught up with the attention that no-good history teacher was giving her, not
even noticing how much time had passed.

But Ares wasn't playing his little game to just to get a rise out of
her. He had also hoped it would keep
her attention diverted far enough away from the ancient text, foretelling of
his return. He knew the text existed,
he just didn't know where it would turn up.
He had tried to talk her out of going to this museum, as he would try to
keep her away from any of the museums in Greece. He knew she would find out soon enough, but he wanted to be fully
restored first. He couldn't chance her
disappearing on him. Even though it was
likely he could seek her out wherever she may go, there was always that one
chance in a million she could discover the perfect hiding place from him, and
remain out of his reach. No, he could
not allow that to happen. Not when he
was so close to his destiny.

He didn't speak to Donna in the car on the way back. He could see the desire she had for him in
her eyes, but he was too angry with her right now to think about sex. He was (unnecessarily) jealous of Professor
Nijjan, not wanting her to be alone with any other man. He knew he was going to blow up at her if he
said anything right now. He felt the
blood pumping through his veins and his heart beat heavily. He would wait until they were back at the
hotel, where he could get his hands on her, if necessary.

*******************

Day Three: Early Evening

War and I didn't say anything to each other the entire drive back to the hotel. I was just barely able to keep my hands to myself. I kept thinking about the how the story about Ares and the events with War were so similar. And then there was the picture at the museum that looked just like him. It was kinda creepy. We got to my room and I took a seat on the couch. War finally broke the silence.

"Sorry Don, I didn't mean to be gone so long. It just couldn't be helped. You're not mad with me, are you!" he smiled. I felt like he was hoping I would be. Maybe this was his way of breaking it off with me.

"Well, to be honest with you War, I really didn't miss you at all. The professor and I got a bit swept up with writings in an ancient scroll about a prophet's prediction. I didn't even realize it was nearly five o'clock when you showed." He lost his smile when I mentioned the professor.

"The professor, huh? What's with that guy anyways? He was staring me down as if I were some
kind of mass murderer or something."

"Maybe he likes you." I
teased. "I wouldn't blame him any,
if he did." I laughed, but War
didn't think it was too funny.

"What did you and the
professor talk about? Don't think I
didn't notice all the attention he was showing you. Did he ask you out?"

"No, and I already told you
what we talked about. He was
researching a new text finding. What's
with the twenty questions?" I was becoming perturbed now, my voice got a
little louder.

"Don't raise your voice at
me Donna! I wasn't the one flirting
with the four-eyed, slimy book-worm of a teacher, trying to pass himself off as
a professor of history."

"What in the hell are you
talking about? I wasn't flirting with
anyone!" I should have heeded his
warning about not yelling at him. Suddenly,
I felt the palm of his hand connecting with my cheek leaving a stinging result
behind.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO RAISE
YOUR VOICE AT ME. YOU WILL SHOW ME THE
PROPER RESPECT, WOMAN."

His eyes were almost black they
had dilated so much. I was
frightened. I thought he might hurt
me. I dashed around him to the bathroom,
slamming the door shut and pushed in the lock.
I sat down, my back resting against the door, and hung my head in my
hands, sobbing. What is going on? Why is he treating me this way? I screamed from where I was sitting.

"YOU'D BETTER GET OUT OF
HERE OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE!" I
heard him laugh.

Suddenly, there was a brilliant
flash of blue and white light in front of me.
I was frozen in shock, as not to believe my own eyes. War was standing in front of me now. What? � � di� did he �? He had on different clothes, now he was
dressed entirely in black leather, but it was definitely War.

"You'll do WHAT?" His eyes narrowed as he spoke. He grabbed my arms and pulled me from the
floor and then pushed me hard against the door, hitting my head. He trapped me by putting a muscular arm on
each side of me and had a knee pressed against my stomach.

"You'll do what I say,
that's what!" He had a powerful
glare in his eyes. His mouth descended
against mine, brutally forcing his tongue inside. His hands grabbing each of my breasts now, squeezing them hard
and pinching the nipples.
sp; sp;

"NO" I cried and tried
to push him off of me. But he was too
strong. He put a massive hand around my
throat and pushed my head back, hitting the door again. He didn't speak, he just held me there and
continued to assault my mouth with his, bruising my tender lips.

After a moment, the hand around
my neck started to move back to my breast, and continued down the side of my
body, around the back to my ass.
Squeezing me, he pulled me closer into him. His mouth never leaving mine.
As soon as I felt his chest pressing against mine, my arms seemed to
automatically slip around his neck. My
hips began to grind against his body.
My heart was pounding in my throat and I found myself completely
enveloped in desire for him. Now I was
returning his kisses with passion, moaning at his touch.

I'm not sure how we got on the
bed, but suddenly we were there. He
began to remove his black vest. As I
watched him, I suddenly seemed to get a hold of my wits again. I bolted from the bed to make a run for the
door. I didn't get very far before I
found myself on the floor, eating the carpet.
Apparently, he caught me by my legs and I fell face first.

"And just where do you think
you're going?" his voice was angry.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" he
had turned me over and was constraining me with the weight of his body. I began to wildly wave my arms, fists
clenched. He grabbed them, pinning them
above my head. I started to cry.

"What's wrong, Donna? What has upset you so much that it has caused
you to shed these awful tears?" He
mockingly stroked my face with his free hand and then he grabbed my hair,
pulling hard. "I don't wan��>�
hurt you Donna. Don't make me hurt
you." He said through clenched
teeth, looking like a viscous dog to me. He pulled my hair so it tilted my head back, exposing my neck to
him. Then he licked me from above my
breast, over my throat to my ear.

He whispered, "It will feel
better if you don't fight it. Promise
me that you won't fight . . . that you won't run, and I'll let go of
you." His hips were grinding on me
now. I didn't say anything. He yanked on my hair again. "Promise me!" he repeated.

&;I� ;I� I pr-promise � I won't run" and I
wouldn't either. I was too afraid of
what he might do to me if he caught me again.

"That's better!" he
said as he let go of my hands and then my hair.

I turned my head away from his
face and closed my eyes. I felt my body
tremble with fear in sporadic intervals.
He grabbed my chin and turned my face back to his. He started to kiss me again, only gently
now. I felt water drip in to my ears
from tears that were escaping out the corners of my eyes.

"Sshhh, don't cry baby. I'll make it all better for you." He continued to gently kiss me, pausing to
lightly wipe the tears from my face, and then returned to the tender kisses
again. In my mind, I was begging him to
stop, but I found my body was saying something different. I felt torn: my body from my soul. I was no longer in control of my actions any
more. I began to relax at first, and
eventually, started to respond to his touch.
I could feel the warmth growing between my legs, and my skin shudder as
he unbuttoned my blouse and his mouth found my nipple.

"Oh yes, that's better. Much better!" More kisses. "Come
on!" he stood and offered his hand to me.
I took it and he pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me. He stared deep into my eyes.

"If only you hadn't insisted
on going to that stupid museum today, you would still have no idea about who I
am. But you didn't listen to me! You saw the picture, didn't you? The one of me on a chariot. Damn! That is the only time I ever allowed
anybody to paint me. Who would have
thought it to still be around, nearly a thousand years later?"

His words did not surprise
me. Somewhere deep in my mind, I
already knew. All of it had been
staring me in the face at the museum. I
just did not want to believe it.
Because if he was Ares, the God of War, then I was his destiny and he
was mine. I did not like the idea of
not having control over my life, of not being able to choose my own
destiny. I hated him, and yet strangely
desired him at the same time. I,
temporarily, came to terms with the truth.
But I was not going to let this happen to me with out objection. But for now, there was nothing I could
do.

I broke away from his arms and
pushed him onto the bed, jumping on top of him as I did. I pinned his hands down and brutally kissed
him, occasionally biting on his lower lip.
He moaned in pleasure at my aggressive actions with him. I could see his excitement growing in his
pants, stretching the leather tight.

"Take them off," I
demanded, making a waiving gesture over his groin.

He waived his hand and we were
both naked. It caught me by surprise,
but as soon as I saw his hard his cock sticking up, my thoughts turned back to
him. I moved down between his legs and
took the massive shaft in my hand and began stroking it. I teased him by just barely putting my lips
around the head and then removing them again.

He groaned in anticipation, his
eyes fixated on my luscious pink lips that were slowing moving down the length
of his cock and back up again. I stuck
my tongue out to flick the tip of his head.

"Don't tease me, Donna. Suck my cock, babe! Suck me good! Put it all in, suck it all down!
YES!!"

Damn! It always puts me in
sensual overdrive when he starts talking dirty to me. I got so turned on; I did exactly what he asked for. Taking the engorged muscle as far down my
throat as possible. Allowing my tongue
to roam freely over toft oft skin that covered it. It was the best cock I ever had tasted, and I was beginning to
love the feel of it in my wet mouth, filling it up entirely. I couldn't help reaching down to my already
soaked pussy to tickle my clit. I
always become more sexual when I'm close to cuming, giving the best head
possible in that moment. I wanted to
give him the best fucking sex he had ever experienced in his over-exaggerated
life, because when I was done, I knew he would make me cum too. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me.
I sucked and nipped and fondled
his balls until he exploded his hot white cum in my mouth. I greedily swallowed, continuing to lick any
stray drops from his long shaft and balls.
Inside of a minute, he was hard again, bigger than before. I guess that must be a "Godly"
benefit.

"Fuck, Donna, you suck the
best cock! But now, are you ready to
get the fucking of a lifetime? Huh, do
you want me to ram my hard cock into that hot little wet cunt of yours?"

I flashed him a wicked smile but
didn't say anything. I rolled on to my
back and spread open my legs. My pussy
was glistening with juice, and my hand still fingering my clit. He moved into position and anxiously knocked
my hand out of the way. Holding it
stiffly at the base, he plunged his cock to the depths of my soul. I cried out his name in total pleasure.

"Oh ARES" I felt him
get even harder when he heard me say his real name. "Oh fuck me - God.
Fuck me. Fuck me only like a God
can. A A RR EEE SS"

"Oh, you like it when if
slam my dick in your pussy, huh Precious?"

"I love it," I
whispered. He moved in a frenzy, my words driving him beyond his own
self-control. He gave me every thing he
had, all of the passion that he would have given to the thousands of othlovelovers he would have had, had he not been asleep for the last 800 years.

We came almost in unison. I felt like my body was on fire from the
inside, cuming so hard, I thought it would never end, nor did I want it
too! I was experiencing ultimate sexual
bliss! Every single part of my entire
body tingled, every nerve was sensitized.
I could feel the warmth from his body, the coarseness of his haind
nd
the air against my skin, caressing it.
Then his lips passionately finding mine.

Afterwards, he lay quietly inside
of me for another 20 minutes, kissing me the entire time, until he finally
moved off of me with a heavy sigh. As
soon as he did, reality came rushing in again and I felt fear welting up in my
chest. I turned my face away from him
so he couldn't see the silent tears that fell.

He repulsed me. I repulsed myself, hating my body for
feeling what it did. But I also had
never felt so alive before in my entire life.
Why me? What is going to happen?

I knew, somehow, I needed to go
see Professor Nijjan again. He has to
help me find the answers.

*********************

Ares felt completely vibrant, powerful and full of life. Up until now, he had not known why he had
not been completely revived yet, they had enough sex to do so, and she had
giving him everything of herself during those times. But now he realized he needed her to fear him in order to
complete his ascension. He had to have
total control over her, even if it was only temporary. The ability to control is one of the main
characteristics of any Gods makeup, especiallythe the God of War's makeup.

Ares loved having his full powers again. Now he could begin to build his Empire. He had already forgot that Donna was still lying next to him on
the bed. She was quiet and had turned
her back to him. As his mind played
images of victory over the opposition of this new world, his eyes lit up like
fire. He unconsciously clenched his
fists together and had an evil grin on his face, chuckling to himself.

**********************

Day Three: Late Evening

War, I mean Ares, rose from the
bed and walked out onto the balcony. It
really was quite a beautiful view from there.
It over looked the lake and most of the city. At night, the city's lights would reflect off the water, and you
could hear the kids and lovers laughing from the waterfront bars and
restaurants. I heard Ares howl in joy,
as he stood tall. His chest was puffed out
and he was grinning from ear to ear. He
yelled out: "I'M BACK WORLD".

I moved to go the bathroom, but
as soon as he heard the covers ruffling he was on me.

"Where are you going?"
he asked. At least he wasn't yelling at
me.

"I wanted to take a
bath. Is that ok, your highness?"
being sarcastic.
"Listen, don't you start with
me again. I can destroy you with just a
thought. Think I can't? Just watch!" He stared at the vase on the coffee table. The one that was holding the flowers he
brought me that first day. It exploded,
and the flower and water went flying all over the floor and table.

"You just behave and I won't
have to do anything like that to you!
Understand?" I nodded. "That's my good girl!" He bent
over and softly kissed my cheek.

"Can I go now? To take a bath?"

"Of course you can,
Donna. Maybe I'll even join you in a
minute."

That fear started welting up
again, my eyes widened. I refused to
look him in the face. I didn't know
what would be worse; him seeing my fear of him, or me seeing his callousness. I quickly rose and ran to the bathroom, I could
hear his wicked laugh as I did.

I couldn't wait to get in the
tub. I felt so dirty and used. I wanted to wash off as much of him as
possi Hi His smell, his semen, the
lingering feeling of his touch. I hated
him for doing this to me. At least I
could separate my body from my heart fortunately. I only had sex with him, sex
with no love. I made it as raunchy as
possible, so I wouldn't feel any heartache.
I would have made love to War, but War is gone and all that remains is
Ares, the God of War. I could never
love him, the monster. I wept heavily
as I sat in the warm tub. I was so
depressed and disenchanted. I had been
so extremely fond of War; knowing I could have easily fallen in love with him,
and willingly. It hurt to know now that
he never did exist. It was all a big
game to this God, and I was the prize.

A frightening thought passed
through my head. I know how to free
myself from him. A couple quick slits
of the wrist - whammy, no more Donna! I
pushed it away as quickly as it had entered.
Then I heard his voice again. It
sent shivers down my spine.

"Don't you even think about
it - now hurry up and get out here!"

My god, he's reading my thoughts
too. Oh, it's just no use. I cried even harder now. I wanted to go home. I got out of the tub, thankful that I had
gotten all the way through it with out him deciding to join me. I dried off and put on a pair of sweat pants
and an ugly oversized sleep shirt. I
didn't bother to comb my hair or even brush my teeth. I didn't want to do anything that may bring him to make another
advance on me. When I came out, he was
sitting on the couch watching the television.
I was going to get into bed and just prey that I would be able to go to
sleep without interruption, but I saw how he eyed me as I walked out of the
bathroom. Damn, I needed to think about
all of this. But not with him around. I
walked past where he was sitting towards the balcony, not even throwing a
glance his way. He grabbed my arm
before I could get by him.

"What are you doing
now?" his eyes didn't leave the TV, which was broadcasting CNN news.

"Nothing" I pulled my
arm away from him. He threw me a hard
look. "I was just going out on the balcony to get some air. Oh, that is, if it's ok with you." I
gave him the same hard look back. Immediately he was on his feet. He grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and
raised his other arm as if he were going to backhand me across my face. He paused, holding his arm id aid air, and
stared into my eyes. He must have seen
them began to tear up again. I was
frightened. For a brief moment, I
couldn't read his expression, and then he let go of me. He didn't say a
word. He just sat down and started
watching the TV again, flipping through the channels with the remote.

I stood there for 30 seconds or
so, watching him, studying him. Then I
turned to go out on the balcony. I sat
down in one of the chairs and looked out over the city. I was so excited when I had first
arrived. Now I wished I had never
boarded the plane. I could see the
restaurant that War and I had ate at the first day. I felt my heart flutter a little. Then I spotted the bar where we went the next day. We had so much fun that night. Singing and dancing and laughing. It was a
good memory, a nice memory. Then my
heart began to ache. I missed being
with that man. The funny, sexy,
romantic man who stole my heart the first time he kissed me. Then I remembered Ares was sitting on my
couch. The vision of him about to hit
me a minute ago flashed in my head and all of those warm thoughts I was just
feeling were replaced with gloom.

"I'm not a monster, ya
know. I have feelings too," Ares
said softly.
He must be invading my private
thoughts again. "OK, I believe you do." What else could I say? Certainly not what I was thinking: they're
just selfish, evil feelings though, aren't they?

"Donna?" now he was
standing in the doorway of the balcony "I don't want things to be like
this between us. You're sitting out
here, feeling lonely and sad. You're
grieving over War, missing him, like he died or something, when I'm right here
in front of you."

"You are not the same man.
If I were being more honest with myself, I would be able to accept that War
never existed to begin with. It was all
a set up. A trap for me. Well, you
caught me. Here I am, and I don't have
any choic it it either, right?"

"Hey, I didn't make the
rules."

"Well, don't come out here
trying to play on my feelings, cause I don't have any for you. Ya, sure, I'm feeling sad and lonely and
betrayed. I actually fell for your
act. Now you're keeping me prisoner in
my own hotel room. I don't know what
you're going to do to me next. What,
were you expecting me to be thrilled about being here with you? Get real"

"You are so cute when you're
angry!" he had that look in his eye again.

"Please, Ares just leave me
alone for a little while. I'm not going
anywhere, as you well know."

I was shocked when he turned and
went back to the couch. I figured he
would have threatened me with physical violence again. I sat back down and resumed my view of the
city.

A minute later, I could hear him
on the phone. I wonder whom is he calling? I'm sure there are plenty of people
to look up after eight or nine hundred years. I joked to myself. He hung up the phone and came back out on
the balcony.

"I ordered you some
food. Please eat it and get some rest.
I'll be back tomorrow."

What? He's leaving? No way, it's another trick!

"And Donna, I just thought I
would remind you that even if you run, I can still find you. I know where you are at all times. So please, don't make me have to go looking
for you. I guarantee I won't be in a
good mood when I catch up to you. And I
will catch you!" he disappeared in a flash of blue and white light. A knock came at the door.

"Room service." I rose
to open the door.

The bellhop pushed in a cart with
a plate of food and a bottle of wine on it.
He lifted the silver cover to reveal a nice steak, medium rare,
asparagus and baby red potatoes with fresh parsley. There was also a lovelmellmelling loaf of bread. The bellhop
handed me the ticket to sign. Before he
left I told him to bring another bottle of wine right away. He closed the door behind him and I popped
open the wine and poured a glass full. I gulped it down and pored another.

By the time the bellhop returned
with the second bottle, this one only had about a third left in it. I pushed the cart outside a few minutes
later, the food untouched. I wasn't
hungry, beside the food would just make it harder to get drunk, which is what I
was planning to do. Maybe when I woke
up tomorrow I would be back in my own bed at home and this was all just a bad
dream.

*********************

Ares was sitting next to Donna on the couch, invisible. He found that
he felt compassion for her earlier and decided to let her think he left, so she
could have peace of mind. Although it
exhilarated him to control her, to make her fear him, he also found himself
feeling unattached from her. Something
he had not felt since he met her and it left him with an empty feeling. He knew he could never let her go, but he
didn't want to force her to be with him.
He wanted her to want him again, to desire him again. To love him. She had been so full of life when she was with War. Fun and spontaneous. He really enjoyed that. Now she couldn't
stand being in the same room with him.

He watched her polish off one bottle of wine and more than half of the
second one. She got up and went to the
bed, throwing herself onto it. She
cried herself to sleep and all he wanted was to be able to hold her and comfort
her. Make sweet love to her. And protect her from . . .from what? He was the only thing she felt she needed
protection from.

He stood and walked to the bed.
He pulled the covers over her and tucked them under her chin. He lightly brushed her cheek with his hand.
"If you loved War, then you love me.
You just don't know it yet. You
will though."

Confident that she was out for the night, Ares disappeared. There was much to do in preparation of his
Empire.

*******************

Please send comments to GingerQ@pacbell.net
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Honeymoon for One