Author: Ginger Q
Story Title: Honeymoon For One: Part Two
Characters: Ares & f (Donna Clark)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Uber. A modern-day woman inadvertently awakens the God of War on her trip to Greece. Mary Sue.
This rating is for explicit m/f sex, moderate D/s, and non-consensual sex.

See disclaimers in Part 1


Honeymoon For One: Part Two
By Ginger Q

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.


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? . . How . . . 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.

"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 want to 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 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 returning 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 without 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 waving gesture over his groin.

He waved his hand and we were both naked. It caught me by surprise, but as soon as I saw his hard 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 the soft 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 cumming, 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 onto 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 I 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 other lovers 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, cumming 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 hair, and 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 welling 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 would have 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 given 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 God's makeup, especially in 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 welling 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 possible. 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 in mid 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 choice in 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 who 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 lovely smelling 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 poured 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.

Day Four: Morning

When I woke up this morning, I had my arms wrapped around Ares with my head on his chest. I momentarily forgot who he really was and why he was here. I began to kiss him. Softly moaning and moving my leg over his. He put his arms around me and pulled my body on top of him.

"Good morning sunshine!" he was smiling, but his eyes were still closed.

"Morning, Sexy!" I responded, giving him another kiss. He opened his eyes and then I remembered who he was. Something about his eyes sent shivers through me. I quickly jumped off of him. Then the smell hit me. This sweet perfumed smell. I turned around and couldn't believe my eyes. There must have been a hundred bouquets of flowers all around the room. All different kinds, from lilies to lilacs, daisies, carnations, perennials of all varieties, and every color of rose imaginable, all combined with greenery and baby's breath. It was absolutely breathtaking. I felt like I was in the Garden of Eden.

"You know, they don't hold a candle to you!" Ares said to me, his voice sounded sexy and needy.

"I, I don't know what to say. Thank you, I guess!" I was really confused by this act of kindness, if that's really what it was. Or was he just trying to trick me again? I didn't know. I started for the bathroom when he called out to me.

"Hey, no thank you kiss?" I looked back at him. He had that pouty lip sticking out. Damn it, why does he have to look so good. I still wanted him, even though I hated him. I was finding it hard to separate my mind from my body at the moment. I wanted to go to him, to make love with him.

I stood there for a while, struggling with myself. Then he got up. He was bare-ass naked and I melted when I saw him. He walked over to me, and took my chin in his hand. He gently placed a tender kiss on my lips. His hands were moving through my hair and then caressed my back. He picked me up and carried me back over to the bed.

"Wait here a second!" he said, sounding like a kid.

Then he went over to one of the large bundles of roses and crushed the buds between his massive hands. He returned to the bed, standing over me, holding his arms above my head. He opened his hands and let all of the soft rose petals float down all over me. You shit head. Why do you have to act like this? He sat on the edge of the bed and picked a rose petal from my hair. Then he stroked my head and looked fondly at me, smiling. My mind didn't want to fall for his silly act, but my heart was so vulnerable and wanted to believe him. I gave in.

He lowered his head to kiss me again, and as he did, I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. He moved to lie next to me, letting one hand roam over my body and the other hand held my face. I sighed at his touch. He was being so delicate, lightly running his fingers over my tee shirt. Over the form of my breasts. He was barley pressing his lips to mine. Softly running his tongue around their shape. When his hand found my nipple, he squeezed it causing my back to arch up towards him. He moaned my name into my mouth before completely covering it with his own. His tongue desperately searching for mine. He grabbed my head with both hands now, passionately kissing me. Moving across my cheek to my ear, and hovering there, taking my lobe between his lips and then glided under my chin to the other ear, doing the same before returning to my mouth again.

I could feel the anticipation building up within me, wanting to feel his naked body pressed against mine. He reached down and slipped a hand underneath my cotton sleep shirt and pushed it behind my back till it reached the base of my neck, causing my shirt to expose one of my full, lovely breasts. His mouth enclosed over the tip, swirling his tongue round and round it and then sucking it ever so slightly. He withdrew his head and lightly blew on it, giving me the most pleasurable sensation. He removed my shirt, by pulling it over my head. As I lifted my arms for him to be able to slide it off, I let them rest behind my head and silently gazed at him. With my arms in this position, it caused my breasts to stick out more. Looking at them in awe, he spoke words of admiration to me. He cupped them, one in each hand, massaging them.

He found the string on my sweat pants and slowly pulled one end, untying the knot. He slipped his hand past the waistband to my nether lips. As soon as his finger found my sensitive nub, I gasped, already wet from wanting him so much. He claimed my mouth with his again, but more intensely now. I could feel his hunger for me, hitting in waves as his tongue probed in and out of my mouth. I was losing it again. I grabbed his tongue with my teeth and sucked it in as far as it would go, gently gnawing at it as I did. He was flicking my clit with perfect rhythm; my hip began to move in little circles. I moaned as my body jerked, each time bringing me closer and closer to release.

He kneeled between my legs, and promptly removed my sweats, sliding them down my legs. He followed behind them with tongued, wet kisses. Down along the outside of one, then moving up the inside of the other. My legs parted wider with each kiss he placed closer to my wet mound, until, finally, he reached his destination. I cried out in relief, my hand buried in his thick, dark hair, as he tickled my sensitive spot. I could feel a rush of heat flooding to my crotch. He put a hand under each butt cheek and lifted me up into his bearded face. I can hear his voice, but was too far gone to make out the words he spoke.

"Mmmm, so sweet! Yes!"

His tongue moved more rapidly now and his finger found the entry to my warm hole. Slipping one inside, he crocked his finger upward, finding a wild spot, which was unknown to me before then. I was wriggling and writhing so uncontrollably now that he hand to steady my hips with both hands, never removing his face from my nest. Once he had semi-restrained me, I felt one hand sliding up my body to my breast to play with the nipple. I wailed loudly and cried out his name, his real name.

"Ooohh, ARES!"

Hearing me call his name drove him into an ardent frenzy. He sucked wildly on my clit, and took it between his teeth as he quickly flicked his tongue across it, bringing on a torrent of rushing juices. I shook in delectation, pulling his hair unconsciously. When I finally quieted down some, he moved his body over mine, kissing me with thirsty concupiscence.

Again, building my desire for him almost immediately. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I wanted him so badly, to fill me completely with his strong and masculine presence. He was grinding deeply against me. I could feel his body tense, trying not to overpower me like I assumed he wanted to. Why is he being so considerate of me? I wondered. Just when I thought he couldn't take it any longer, he greatly surprised me.

"I want to make love to you, Donna. Please, may I?"

What? He's asking my permission? What is gotten into this guy? He made a complete 180 overnight. I felt like I regained some control over my life just then. He gave me some of my dignity back. And I still wanted him, now more that ever. I didn't answer him, but rather wrapped my legs around his firm waist and pulled him closer. He understood and grabbing the base of his shaft, he slowly guided it into my slick pussy. He moaned seductively, the sound of his voice driving me wild with passion. I reached for his chest, finding a nipple through the bushels of hair grown there. My hands never stopped moving over his muscular build, as he slowly rocked back and fourth, making little grunting sounds. I impatiently moved my hips to meet his thrusts, bringing us together with a slam. My body was blistering with overwhelming emotion, every nerve tingling with pleasure. He was pumping me faster and faster now, I knew he was close to release. I wanted to send him over the edge; I wanted to bring him to an exhilarating gratification.

I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him fervidly. "Oh please, deeper! Fill me entirely!" I whispered in his ear. He could no longer hold back. Pounding me furiously now, his thumb found my clit. He was rubbing it so fast; I may have thought it was a vibrator, if I didn't know any better. I felt my pussy convulse around his enormous cock, drawing him further inside. I was cumming - hard now. Screaming in ecstasy, I clutched his arms and dug my fingernails into his skin. I saw his eyes close, and his face became tense, drawing his brows together. Drops of sweat were running down the sides of his face as he breathed heavily and grunted loudly. Then his eyes flew open and got wider and his mouth tightly made an "O" shape. He spoke to me in broken words.

"Oh Donna . . . I think . . . I'm. . .gonna. . . Oh yes, YES!" and he shot his god seed deep within, making my entire body become warm. I had another orgasm just by watching him have his; it had made me so hot. He collapsed on top of me, full weight, and out of breath. I gently touched his face, wiping away the sweat from his forehead before it got in his eyes. He moved off me to the side, but left an arm and a leg covering me still. He kissed my cheek, and began to caress me with the hand that was draped over me.

"That was awesome, thank you Donna!" I didn't respond, but I reached for a lock of his hair and twirled it between my fingers playfully. "I hope it was the same for you."

"You're one hell of a lover, Mr. God of War" I blushed as I spoke. My words bought a huge smile to his face. He kissed me again, almost lovingly. So gently it made my heart flutter, like War had done. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me to him, pushing my head to his chest.

"I'm just glad you don't think I'm a heartless monster anymore. You don't still think that, do you?"

"No," I said shyly. Truth was, I didn't know what to think about him any more. He was so confusing. Either black or white, bouncing back and fourth between good and evil. It exhausted me to even try to figure him out. I thought it best not too. I had enough to figure out about myself now, feeling like I was just as hot and cold acting as he was. I stayed lying in his arms for a long while. Enjoying their strength and warmth as they surround me.


Ares was feeling rather good about himself. He managed to woo Donna, once again, with his charms, or whatever. It didn't really matter what it was about him that affected her so, just as long as she was affected. With everything he needed to do, he certainly did not need to be distracted by having to chase her all around town.

Yes, Mr. God of War was feeling rather good right now, confident that she would not cause him any further trouble. He was sure she would not leave him now. Why would she? She just made tender love to him. He could feel the outpouring of her heart, an onset of emotions surging into him from her. He knew he had her wrapped around his little finger (or his big cock, whichever she preferred!)

He did hesitate in his decision to leave her alone today, but it couldn't be helped. He had to take care of business. Building an empire takes a lot of work, you know. And since he had her heart again, he figured there was nothing much to worry about.

Or so he thought . . .

Day Four: Mid-Morning

I was standing next to the dresser, admiring the beauty of one of the many bouquets, which were abundantly placed in every area of the room, when Ares came out of the bathroom. He was rubbing a towel over his hair and then shook his head a couple of times. He had been in the shower for the last 20 minutes, leaving me ample time to escape. But I didn't try, although the thought did cross my mind. For some reason I didn't fear him as much as I did yesterday. He was so different then, but now he seemed more like the man I had met. He seemed more like War to me. But still, I wasn't going to let my guard down - and I didn't trust him. I tried not to spend too much time thinking about it. I knew he could read my thoughts, so I wanted to lead him to believe that I was still happy to be with him. He made a surprising announcement to me.

"Hey sweetie, do you think you can find something to keep yourself busy today? I have some important business to tend to today. I would take you along, but it's not the kind of place for a pretty lady like you to be."

I looked puzzled. Where in the hell could he possibly have to go that sounded so awful? I actually felt a tinge of concern for him. He walked to me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Now, now, Don, it's nothing for you to worry about."

"Really? Promise?" I looked at him with innocent eyes as I slipped my arms around his neck.

"Really, I promise."

I smiled and gave him a sweet kiss. "Ok, then. But what will I do today without my personal guide?" I was playing this one good.

"Why don't you go see some of the ruins in Athens?"

"Athens? It's over two hours away. By the time I got there, I'd only have an hour or so to spend before having to come back." I was searching for an excuse to stay in town, so I could head over to see Professor Nijjan.

"Don't be silly. I can drop you off there in a flash - literally." He quickly disappeared in a blue and white flash of light, right before my eyes and reappeared behind me. "See?"

I screamed while jumping a couple feet off the floor, turning around at the same time.

"Oh my God, you scared me half to death." He laughed amusingly at me. "You can do that - with me?" He nodded. My eyes lit up as numerous possibilities crossed my mind. "Ha, ha! I'll never be late for work again!" I gleefully said as I danced in a circle.

"You are so easy to please, good!" he stuck out his arm, bent at the elbow, indicating that I should take it.

"Wait, wait, I'm not quite ready yet." I ran to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and got my sneakers from the floor. This traveling thing had me so excited that I had forgotten that I wanted to go see the professor. "Give me five minutes, and then we can go." I ran into the bathroom to change and comb my hair.

A moment later, I emerged, ready for some serious trekking. Ares bright smile faded when he looked at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Your not going out in those pants, are you?"

I had on my tightest pair of jeans, the ones that made me look good by restraining all the excess flab. I turned around to look in the mirror on the dresser, but really it was to show him my butt.

"What's wrong with my pants?" Pretending not to know why he was objecting.

"Oh, my!" he walked over to me and slapped his hand to my ass, squeezing it. "Oh, my!" he repeated.

The next thing I felt was his groin grinding against it. His hands had come around from the back of me and were fondling my breasts now. He was kissing my neck. "Oh Donna, I can't let you go out looking so luscious! You had better take these cloths off. Here, I'll help you."

He snapped his finger and left me naked. I was watching us in the mirror that was over the dresser. His hands running down the sides of my body, a look of ecstasy on his face, his eyes closed as he swept kisses all around the sides and back of my neck. He reached a hand down between my legs, finding it wet already. I started grinding my ass back into his groin, murmuring pleasurable sounds. He gently pushed me forward until my elbows were resting on the dresser in front of me, and used a foot to push my feet further apart. Then he slid his hard cock in. I squealed with joy as he began to pump, one hand on my hip and the other lightly pulling my hair. Our eyes meet through the reflection in the mirror. He reached down and started fingering me. Within minutes I was crying out in bliss. He didn't take his eyes from my face as I came and as soon as I was done he did the same, only pulling out and releasing his warm cream all over my ass. It was so hot to watch him. I had to support him for a minute while he recuperated.

He pulled me back to standing and turned me around, laying a huge sensual kiss on me and hugging me kindly.

"I just can't seem to get enough of you!" he whispered to me. "And as much as I would like to stay here and make love all day, I have to go."

He snapped his fingers again and he was dressed in his black leather, and I was dressed in an ankle-length moo-moo type dress. It had long sleeves and a turtle neck type collar. He took a step back to view me, and was trying not to snicker thru his cute smirk.

I held my arms out straight from my sides. "What is this?" He was cracking up now.

"ARES!!, come on now."

"Oh... ok" he snapped his fingers again, giving me back my own clothes.

"Thank you!" and I kissed his cheek.

"You ready now?" holding his arm out for me to take once more.

"This won't make me airsick or dizzy, right?"

"You won't feel a thing, I promise."

"Ok then." I grabbed his arm and we disappeared.

Within a blink of an eye we were standing in front of a spectacular ruin sight. There were already many tourists scurrying around, people laughing, a baby crying. A number of refreshment stands and souvenir shops surrounding the area. I thought it was odd that no one noticed that we had just 'popped' in instantly. Ares told me to meet him back here at this spot at four o'clock. When he got back, he wanted to take me to dinner while we were here, so I was instructed not to spoil my appetite on a bunch of 'junk food' too close to dinner time. I agreed and he disappeared after giving me a kiss.

Alone, finally! Now maybe I can figure out what I'm going to do. As much as I had enjoyed Ares this morning, I knew that there was no way I could live my life under his control. Fearing him, worrying all the time if my actions would anger him, ultimately leading to my demise. No, I didn't see this relationship lasting too long, if I didn't get out now, he would surely come to eliminate me one day.

Realizing now that I had no transportation, I looked around and found a pay phone. I called information and asked for the university museum's number and dialed it. A lady's voice answered at the other end.

"Is Professor Nijjan there please? It's very important that I speak with him right away."

"Who's calling please?"

"My name is Donna Clark. I met the professor yesterday at the museum. Please, can you bring him to the phone? It's of an urgent matter."

"I'm sorry Ms. Clark, but Professor Nijjan is in Athens today. He is on a field trip with one of his classes. They are visiting the great ruins."

The great ruins? That's where I am.

"Would you like to leave a message, Ms. Clark?"

"No, yes, well please tell him I phoned. He can reach me at the Plaza Hotel. I'm in the honeymoon suite. And it's urgent. Thank you." I hung up the phone.

Professor Nijjan was here! I went to search for him. I finally found him about an hour and a half later. He was in one of the ruin's chambers with his class. The chamber was restricted to the public, but the teacher and his group had been allowed in, for scientific purposes.

There was a guard posted outside the door, which had some wide yellow tape across it, indicating 'No Entry'. I smiled at the guard and casually strolled by him to duck under the tape. He grabbed my arm and said something to me in Greek. I tried to pretend that I was part of the class, but the students all wore special badges and I did not have one. I started begging to no avail. Frustrated, I began to bicker with him and he in return, neither of us understanding what the other was saying. We were getting louder and louder, causing a scene. Then Professor Nijjan stuck his head out of the room.

"What's going on out here? I'm trying to conduct a class."

"Oh, Professor. I'm so glad to see you."

"Ms Clark? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I called the university and they said you would be here. I came looking for you. I have some urgent news. Is there someplace private that we can talk?" "Just a minute, I'll be right back.." I heard him telling his class to take five and then he returned. "Now, what is so urgent?"

"Professor, it's Ares. He's back. The story is true." He shushed me and indicated that we should take a walk.

We started down a long corridor, which seemed well preserved, considering these were the "ruins". There were all kinds of ornate etchings and Greek lettering. I asked the professor what it said.

"It says, 'This temple has been built in honor and thanks to the Gods above, who have shown us guidance, protection and the many riches of the land,'" he answered.

We came upon another restricted chamber with a guard. He let the professor pass right by, but had put out his arm to stop me.

The teach said something to him in Greek and he raised his arm allowing me access.

"Boy! What's with all the tight security around here?"

"Well there are still many scrolls and other relics in these ruins which have yet to be excavated. Now tell me, what is all of this about Ares?"

"Professor, the prophet's prediction is true. It has already come to pass. I guess I was the one who woke him out of his eternal sleep."

"What makes you think this, Ms. Clark?"

"Please, call me Donna. Because those events which were foretold have happened. They are happening to me. As a matter of fact, Ares brought me here today himself. And we didn't drive."

The professor didn't say anything in response.

"You believe me, I know you do. Otherwise you would be looking at me as if I had fell off my rocker. Besides - you saw him yourself when he came for me at the museum yesterday. I saw the way you looked at him - you were stunned!"

"I have to admit, he did look a lot like the "Chariot of the War God" painting in the south wing."

"That's what I thought too. And I was in one of his temple offering areas the first day I arrived in Greece. I saw him watching me from a distance. I didn't know it was a temple then. He told me later on that day. But he himself has told me he is Ares. Oh professor, what am I going to do? He frightens me."

"Has he hurt you Donna?"

"Well...he slapped me kind of hard when we returned from the museum. And sort of forced himself on me too."

"He raped you?"

"Kind of, at first it was like that. But then my body couldn't resist him. I didn't want to - I kept telling myself that it was wrong, but it didn't matter. I couldn't help myself."

"The lusting spell. Come on Donna, let's sit down. You must tell me everything from the very beginning."

We sat down on some wooden crates and I told him everything up to this point.

"Professor, maybe it has been written that we are destined to be together or something. But I wasn't really planning on giving up my career, my home, my life for some over-zealous, power hungry God. Besides, he's got a mean streak to boot. I'm afraid he'll kill me one day. Is there any thing we can do to stop him?" Tears were beginning to form in my eyes now.

The professor put a hand on my shoulder, lightly patting it, to comfort me. Then he thought of something.

"How long did you say you have been here, Donna?"

"Today is the fourth day. Why?"

"Remember the text we went to look up in the war wing? It specifically said it takes seven days for his full restoration."

"I don't know Professor Nijjan, he seems pretty restored to me. He's got powers and everything."

"Well it might be a long shot, but it's worth looking in to. I've got to get back to the museum right away."

"What about your class?"

"Oh, my assistant can handle things just fine. Besides, we don't have much time if I'm correct. I'll be in touch with you as soon as I find something out. Where are you staying?"

"At the Plaza Hotel on the Lake. But don't call me, you had better leave a message at the desk, he can read my thoughts too. He would be way too curious if I got a phone call. He's an extremely jealous man. And he doesn't like you very much either."

"Oh my! How were you ever able to get him to leave you here?"

"I tricked him into making him think that I was ok with all of . . . this. Besides, he didn't know you were going to be here today. Neither did I, until I called you after he left me here"

"Well, you had better be careful. Very careful! If he finds out you are trying to stop him, there is no telling what he might do to you."

I looked away from the professor, my eyes to the ground and had a worried expression on my face. "I know professor. Believe me - I know."

Although Ares felt completely restored, and many of his powers had returned, he was unaware of the seven-day ritual. He had figured that his restoration came from Donna emotions, from her life's soul. By invoking in her every kind of feeling for him - it would make him whole, and her weak. Unfortunately, that had always been one of Ares' biggest downfalls. He assumed too much.

He had never bothered to actually read the many scrolls of text that foretold of his return. As far as he was concerned, he already knew it all. He was a God, after all. During that particular time in his earthy reign, he couldn't be bothered with the ramblings of mere mortals, however flattering they may be.

Day Four: Early Evening

Ares was right on time. I was waiting where he told me to be and acted happy to see him, showering him with affectionate kisses. Thank goodness I had found the professor early enough in the day to be able to purge our conversation from my mind. I couldn't let Ares find out the truth.

"Did you have a good time today? Find out anything interesting about me?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" my heart was pounding in my throat.

"Well, this is an old temple dedicated to my siblings and me. Did you learn anything about us?"

"Not really, I don't read Greek, especially ancient Greek. But I did get a really neat book and some flyers!" I held them out for him, hoping to distract him from my thoughts. He took the book and flipped through it.

"Ha, that doesn't look a thing like Apollo! He was never that good looking!" He laughed.

Whew! That was close. "So, where are you taking me for dinner?"

"Oh, it's a surprise. But I'm sure you will like it. Ready?" He put his arm out with the bent elbow again.

"I thought you said we were going to eat in town here?"

"I came up with a better idea. Trust me, Donna, ok?"

I took his arm and we disappeared. A moment later we arrived at one of the most beautiful places I had ever been in my entire life. Even more stunning than any picture I had seen. . . or even dreamed.

We were in a beautiful outdoor patio filled with greenery and flowers. The patio resembled the offering temple by the lake; round in shape with carved pillars, ivy crawling around each one. But there was no rooftop, only stars, and they seem so much closer than normal. The moon was so bright that we didn't need any artificial light, although there were two candles burning on the elegantly set table. Just beyond the wreath of shrubbery around us, you couldn't see much. It seemed foggy . . . or cloudy. But what stood out to me the most was how fresh it was. The air was crisp and clean. Light. Not too long after we arrived, I had to sit down. I was rather unbalanced. Not dizzy, just out of balance.

"So, what do you think of my choice?"

Ares walked into the center of the circle, casually waving his arms as to show it off. His use of visual aid stole my eyes away from the apparent beauty surrounding. Captivating them to no avail. I realized how utterly breathtaking he was. Total perfection. If I had any previous doubt about him being a true God, I certainly didn't any longer.

His face, gorgeous; with a well defined jaw and eyes that were a hypnotic deep brown. His full sensuous lips were beautifully framed with a sexy, neatly trimmed beard that matched the color of his curly brownish-black hair. He had muscular arms and a broad chest covered with soft, thick dark hair. With long, strong legs, he stood tall, with his chest pushed out and his head held high. He was luminous, glowing from the moonlight that was caught in his shiny hair.


"Awesome!" I whispered, my compliment intended for him rather than the atmosphere. "Where are we?"

"No place you've ever been before, I can guarantee you that. Come here, let me show you something."

I moved to join him and he took my hand leading me to the end of the circle and magically cleared a small walkway through the brush. We stopped at the outermost edge and he took in a big breath of air. He blew it out over the fog, as someone would who was blowing out birthday candles on a cake. That's when I almost completely lost my balance. We were somewhere high up in the clouds. I could see patches of lights from the cities below, and I could see the outline of the earth, caused from the sun's glow, which was hiding on the opposite side.

"Oh my God!"

"Yes!" he answered jokingly..

"We're . . . in . . . the . . . clouds!"

"I know! I created this especially for you Donna. I wanted to take you someplace special. Somewhere unlike any place on earth. A place you will never forget for the rest of your days. Did I succeed?"

"No doubt, Ares. No doubt."

He took me back to the safety of the circle and pulled out my chair for me as we sat down for dinner. Snapping his fingers, a slew of servants tended to our every wish. Every five or ten minutes a shooting star would pass so close to us, you could almost reach out and catch it.

Ares looked pleased with himself. Holding up his glass for a toast with one hand, he put his other hand in mine, smiling softly.

"To our future together. May I always make you as happy and content as you are feel right now!" We touched glasses and drank.

"I can, too! I can make you this happy and more! Beyond your wildest dreams, Donna. Do you want that? Please tell me you do. Tell me that you want only me."

He had set down his glass and was now holding my one hand with both of his, looking seriously into my eyes. I was overwhelmed by his sincerity. He had me hook, line and sinker.

"I know you can tell how I feel about you Ares, but tell me how a simple girl like me is going to keep your interest for very long? You'll get bored and tire of me, and find another. And then what will I do? There can never be another man that I could settle for after being with you, Ares. You're a God!"

"Donna, I have a news flash for you. It's too late! You are already with me! And I want to keep it like that. Why do you think I've gone through all this trouble to impress you? I care about you and I want you to know that I'm serious about you."

I had to look away from him. I was falling too hard, too fast. And I had to keep my head on straight.

"I know you love me, Donna. I can see it in your face. I feel it in your touch. I hear it in your voice." He stood and pulled me into his arms, running his hands through my hair and capturing my eyes again. He kissed me with such emotion; I almost went limp in his arms. He had to hold me up. "Tell me you don't feel it. Tell me you don't love me, Donna," he challenged.

"Oh Ares! Damn you! Yes, I love you!" We kissed again. Then he led me by the hand back to the edge of the circle where we had been looking out over earlier. But this time he didn't stop; he kept walking on to the clouds. I stopped abruptly at the edge, fearful of falling.

"Don't worry, you won't fall. I'm protecting you!"

I reluctantly took a step. After I was sure I would not plummet to the earth, I let him lead me further into the white fog. He lay me down and began kissing me. It was so amazing to have nothing under me, supporting me. Ares and I made passionate love floating on a bed of clouds. We cried out to each other in ecstasy so loud, our voices thundered through the heavens. I bet the entire world could hear our rumblings! It was truly the most exhilarating experience I ever had known. I knew I would not ever be the same again.

When we were done, we laid naked, side by side in the clouds. We were both flat on our stomachs with our chins resting in our hands, arms bent at the elbows. We relaxed quietly and watched the world go by. Every so often, Ares would reach for me and caress my back or face.

"Happy?" he quietly asked.

I smiled and nodded, contently. "Yes, my love! Very much!"

We stayed there all night, making love over and over again, until the sun came around the other side of the planet. Wow!! Another absolutely breathtaking and awesome sight. Ares had given me a unique gift, for I knew that no other human on earth right now had ever come so close to catching a falling star, or witnessed a sunrise like I just had.

I felt very special, very lucky. What had I been thinking earlier? Trying to change his destiny, our destiny. What a fool I was! I turned on my side and took in the most wondrous of all the sights I had seen tonight - The God of War. I could never find enough words that could fully justify his perfection.

The God of War was at ease for the moment. He had been picking up on some unsettling thoughts about how she truly felt about him earlier that morning, but felt no indication of those feelings now. He knew his little outing in the clouds would blow her away. Who wouldn't be? Even he felt the greatness that universe possessed. It was more powerful than he was, but posed no threat to him. He found himself getting as caught up in the moment as Donna was. Making for a memorable time together.

But even though he felt that he had gotten through to Donna, he still wanted to keep her close by. Maybe it was just his suspicious nature. Maybe it was something else. Or someone else.

There was a message waiting for Donna at the front desk. The caller had been insistent that she not be notified about the message. He conveyed very clearly that, when she was ready, she would pick up the message herself.

Day Five: Early Morning

Ares and I had just finished taking a bubble bath together. We took turns washing each other's hair, and each other's backs and each others . . . well, you know. Needless to say, by the time we got out we were both pretty pruney. He told me he had an appointment to go to this morning.

"What do you mean, you have 'an appointment'? You've been asleep for almost a thousand years, what kind of appointment could you possibly have Ares?"

He glared at me for questioning him. "I don't have to explain myself to you, or anyone for that matter. I am the God of War and I do what I want."

"Fine! Take off then." I started to walk away, "I wasn't trying to tell you what to do, I just wanted to know. Oh yeah, I can see where this relationship is going.." I mumbled under my breath.

Ares grabbed my arm and turned me to him. "What does that mean?"

"Shit, Ares! You treat me to the most fantastic night of my life, get me to admit that I've totally fallen for you, and treat me like I'm a queen. Now you keep secrets from me. This isn't fair. You know everything about me - even what I think. And I don't know what your doing. What your plans are for the future. A future that you say you want me to be a part of. But I don't have a say in it? Get real, Ares!"

"No, You don't have a say, not in this. There is only one God here, Donna. I think I out rank you. I expect you to obey me!"

"Obey you! I'm sorry, Ares, but I'm just not the kind of woman that allows someone else to blindly guide my life for me. That just doesn't cut it. My entire life, I've had to rely on me to take care of me, and I haven't done a bad job either. So if you're expecting that I just give up my life, and sit around twiddling my thumbs waiting for your instruction, then we need to rethink this little relationship we've started."

"Are you telling me th..."

"All I'm saying is if you want me to be happy, this is not the way to do it. We haven't known each other for very long, you don't know me as well as you think you do. If you really meant what you said last night about making me happy, then the first thing you should know is that I'm rather independent. I don't like to be told what to do or when to do it or how..."

"I get your point. But that is not what we are talking about. I'm not telling you what to do. I'm just not telling you what I'm doing, what's that got to do with your independence?" His voice was becoming sharper and louder. I believe I had pissed him off a little. Oh oh, Donna, you better watch your tongue.

"I'm sorry Ares, I tend to get a little hot-headed sometimes. You're right, this isn't about me or you dominating me. I guess it just hurt my feelings because you won't tell me where you're going. You're not . . . no! You're not seeing someone else, are you?" I gave him a shocked, brokenhearted look. I teared my eyes up, to lead him to believe I was going to cry at any moment. Maybe that will get him.

"Of course not! Oh, come here, don't be getting all upset over something that's not even happening." He pulled me into his arms, hugging me and rubbing my back with one hand. Ding - ding. Rack up two points for me! "It's really no big deal. I've been restoring one of my temples because I need a place for my followers to worship me and it also serves as a quiet place to study and plan things I need to do."

"So why didn't you just say so? Wait a minute; did you say 'followers'?"

"Well, ya. I am a God. Gods have followers."

"And just how many of these 'followers' do you have?" I believe I heard jealousy in my voice.

"Only one right now! She's this sexy little number who keeps flaunting her stuff in front of me, distracting me from my real work. She always makes me hot for her."

I broke away from his hold and gave him a serious glare, not realizing that it was me he was referring to. He had a smart-ass grin on and started laughing.

"Her name is Donna and she's making me hot right now! Ooow, jealously becomes you, baby. I like it!" He pulled me back to him, pressing his body into mine. I could feel his cock growing harder from the touch of my skin.

"Oh you are bad, Ares! That was not funny!" A smirk began to slowly creep around the corners of my mouth.

He brought his mouth down around mine, taking immediate control of the situation. I have to admit, I like it when he does that, you know, take control. If you are a woman like me, who is always in control of what's happening to or around them, it's really stimulating to find someone stronger willed then yourself. When you are normally the controller, it a big turn on to be controlled, to an extent.

Ares picked me up by my rear end. I straddled his body with my legs and held on around his neck. He kept his lips connected to mine as he walked us over to the bed. He laid me down there; his body staying on top of mine. His lips moved from my mouth down my neck and found a already erect nipple to tease. My body quivered at the touch of his tongue. The sensation causing me to uncontrollably shake in spurts. I allowed my fingers to comb through his thick, wet hair, scratching his scalp with my fingernails as I did.

His hands moved down the sides of my body, moving in a circular motion and gently squeezing me at the same time. His mouth moved to the other nipple, gently sucking and biting it. I moaned in pleasure, and tightened the hold my legs had around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

He stopped and looked at me, smiling. "Someone's anxious!"

"Don't tease me, baby. I want you - now."

He broke free from my legs grasp and stood. "Turn over," he ordered.

I did as he wanted. He slid me down towards the edge of the bed so my legs partially hung off and grabbed a pillow, sliding it under my pelvis. Then he covered my body with his again, kissing the back of my neck.

"Oh Ares!" I whispered. With his cock pressed against my ass, he began grinding his hips. I could feel it growing larger and harder. "Oh Ares, please!" I begged.

After a few moments, he stood again. Then I felt the tip of his cock touch between me legs. Immediately, a rush of juice flooded the already wet area. He rubbed it up and down over my hole, then moved to my clit, where he ran it from side to side causing me to push my ass up higher.

"Pul..eeeze Ares!" I begged again. "Put it in - I can't take it anymore!"

"Patience is a virtue, my dear," he said calmly.

"Patience doesn't know you, Ares," I retorted.

He chuckled and then entered me, filling my pussy completely. He laid over me again, his cock deep within me moving only in circles at this point. He kissed my neck once more, finding my ears now and then, to taunt them with his hot tongue. My body accommodating his motions by matching his rhythm. I breathed heavily, little grunting noises accompanied my exhales. In my ear, his sexy voice was whispering things like 'does that feel good' and 'you make me so hot'. I was crazy with desire for him. I wanted him to make me cum and pound me like there was no tomorrow.

He must have read my mind. Standing now, he pumped his huge cock back and fourth, pulling it almost entirely out before ramming it back again. Each time doing so with more strength and passion, going deeper than the previous plunge.

He grabbed my hips lifting me to adjust for the best position, then let one hand slid further to find my clit. He flicked it and my pussy started to convulse instantly. I forced my stomach downward to allow for the deepest access. Still rubbing my sensitive nub, I felt the onrush of pleasure burn throughout my body.

I screamed "Oh - don't stop. No. Don't stop. Faster!" He complied, pounding me furiously until we both came, screaming out each other's name, our bodies jerked with erotic satisfaction. My heart was pumping so hard; it pushed my over-heated blood throughout me, pleasantly warming my entire body.

He just lay on top of me for a few minutes, panting. He licked the sweat that accumulated on the back of my neck, until he found my cheek, giving me a sweet peck there. He rose, turned me over and covered me again, kissing me lovingly. I caressed his back and gently massaged his shoulders, tickling him at the base of his neck. Reluctantly, he finally stood.

"I better stop now, or I'll never get out of here today!" Looking seductively at me with those big brown eyes, his head slightly tilted downward.

"I don't want you too..."

"I know, but I really should. I promise, I'll make it quick. Ok?"

"Well, I guess I'll live. But you better make it quick. I get so bored without you."

"You weren't bored yesterday, were you? While you were at the ruins..."

"That was different. I had something to keep my mind occupied then. But what will I do today?"

"Watch TV?"

"On vacation? No, I can do that at home."

"Well I'm sure you'll figure out something," he shrugged.

An idea crossed my mind, and a sinister looked emerged. "I know! I can go SHOPPING!!!! A woman's dream!"

He laughed, "Well you have a good time, I'll see you when I get back." He was dressed in his leathers again. He bent down and gave me a kiss goodbye and disappeared in a flash of blue and white light.

Day Five: Mid-Morning

I got dressed and headed out to hit some of the souvenir shops. I exited the elevator into the main hotel lobby. As I passed the desk to the doors, I remembered that Professor Nijjan said he would leave a message if he found out anything, so I checked.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Ross, there are no messages for you," the clerk said.

"What about for Donna Clark?"

"We cannot release other people's mess...."

"Clark is my maiden name." I showed her my driver's license.

"Oh! Well, yes. You do have a message. Here you are."

"Thank you." I took the piece of paper and left. When I got inside the rental car, I opened it.


I was right! It takes a full seven days for the completion. You must not have any physical contact for 24 hours to stop it. Contact me ASAP.


He was referring to the sex, I just knew it. I thought it was too risky to drive to the museum, so when I got to the nearby shopping plaza, I found a little restaurant with a pay phone. I dialed the museum phone number. The same lady answered as did last time.

"My name is Donna Clark. I need to speak with Professor Nijjan, please."

"I'm sorry Ms. Clark, but the professor is currently teaching in class."

"Could you please notify him that I am calling? It is of the utmost importance, and I'm sure he will want to speak to me."

"Very well then. What is your phone number? It will take a few minutes to get word to him. I'll have him call you right back."

I gave her the number off the pay phone and hung up. I sat down at the closest table and the waitress came over. I ordered a cup of coffee. A moment later she brought me a cup. Before I finished to put cream and sugar in it, the phone rang. I jumped up to answer it.


"Yes, Donna." "I'm sorry to have pulled you from class. I got your message."

"Are you alright, Donna?" He had genuine concern in his voice.

"Yes, I'm fine. Ares is gone right now. He said he had something to do this morning. I'm at a little cafe in the shopping plaza. What did you find out, Professor?"

"Well, I was correct! I did some more research into the ascension and found some additional text on it, especially on the lusting spell. That spell is the most important factor in Ares' return. He has to bed you at least once a day for seven straight days. If one day passes and he has not slept with you, then on the seventh day, he will cease to exist."

"What will happen to him?"

"It didn't say anything specific about that, only that he would cease to exist. Maybe he falls back into eternal sleep again. I don't know. Donna, how often have the two of you, well . . . you know." If I was able to see the teach's face right now, I'm sure it would have been beet red.

"Done it! Everyday since we met. I don't usually do things like this, but I couldn't help myself." I was feeling embarrassed, in a strange sort of way.

"It's the lusting spell he's used on you. Anytime he touches you in that way, you respond to him, without even realizing it. Is there any way that you can hold out for 24 hours?"

"I don't know, Professor. I mean, all he has to do is look at me and I'm gone. Even when I'm telling myself that it's wrong, it doesn't matter. My body seems to do what it wants to, and I can't help it. But Professor, even if I could hold out on him, don't you think he would take what he wanted anyway? Like he started to the other night, before I finally gave in to his demands."

"I suppose you're right. There's got to be some other way, hum . . . " I could tell the teach was racking his brains for another solution.

"Was there any more information on future events? What is supposed to happen if he completes the ascension?"

"There were many accounts of events. But there is no need to go into detail about them right now. I can write you a summary and email it to you. What's your address?"

I gave him my address.

"I hope you won't even need to worry about these things. But I think you should be aware of something important. According to the script, Ares is falling in love with you, Donna. And although it sounds rather sweet and sentimental, it's really danger in disguise. You know how jealous he is, and he will act on it. Please be very careful around him." <>My head was swooning from all of this information. We have to come up with something!

"Maybe I could hit him on the head and tie him up or something." I desperately suggested, trying to be helpful.

"Regular ropes would never hold him. No, that won't work. But you've given me an idea that might! You'll need to stop by a pharmacy, first."

He continued to tell me that I could drug him with sleeping pills to knock him out, but that wouldn't work for the entire 24 hours we needed. He remembered some chains that had recently been discovered, housed in the south wing. The chains were rumored to be forged by Ares brother, Hephaestus. The steel items that Hephaestus made were the only things that could restrain a God, rendering them powerless and unable to escape. If I could knock out Ares with the drugs, he would bring me the chains to use.

"Of course, there is no guarantee that any of these things are going to work on him. I hate to think what he might do to you, if they don't. It's a big risk, Donna."

"I realize that, Professor. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. I never used to be like this before. I always knew where I was going and what I was doing. Now, I'm just some babbling idiot."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Donna. You are under the influence of a strong spell. I think you're quite brave, myself. No one else on this earth currently has to deal with such powerful influences. What really scares me is if Ares succeeds to dominate the globe. He will be so strong; no one will oppose him and win. We will all be his slaves."

"You're right, Teach, I hadn't thought about that! Now I know what I have to do. Thanks for your help and your support."

"My pleasure, Donna. Call me as soon as he's passed out. I can be there in less than half an hour."

"I will Professor, I promise. Goodbye."

"Goodbye Donna and good luck."


I felt like I was going to need it too. We hung up and I dropped a couple dollars on the table for the coffee and headed out to hit up a specialty gift shop. I had a plan brewing.

I will just have to insist that he spend the day with me tomorrow. I'll make us a romantic picnic to take out by the lake.

I purchased a picnic basket, a tablecloth, two wine glasses, a couple candles and candlesticks and some other accessories. Then I found a Greek Deli. I got two bottles of fine wine, and some great food, especially nice for a picnic. I didn't bother stopping at the pharmacy, I had some heavy-duty sleeping pills back at the hotel. I had brought them with me in case of jet lag. I spotted a fancy lingerie store and stopped in there for a few 'unmentionable' things.

As I headed back to the car, I passed the display window of a jewelry store. A piece caught my eye at once. It was the Greek symbol for the letter "A" made out of antique silver, about 1-1/2" in diameter. It hung on the most unusual braided chain that was made of thin silver and black leather. It was so Ares. I couldn't resist, I had to get it for him. It came in a black velvet box, tied with a single, silver-colored ribbon, giving it a very classy and masculine presentation.

Ares was waiting for me when I got back, carrying the packages in my arms.

"So, what did you buy?" He walked over, reaching his hand inside one of the bags to pull it open and see.

I jerked away, hovering over them. "It's a surprise! Now go away, I don't want you to spoil anything. Ok?"

He smiled, a sparkle appeared in his eye. "A surprise? I love surprises!" He kissed my cheek instead.

"Good, so don't make any plans for tomorrow, Ok? I've got something special planned for us. But would you please do me a favor?"

"Sure Don, what do you want me to do?"

"I need you to go and find a romantic spot by the water. Someplace sort of secluded, so we can have some privacy, but within walking distance from here."

"I'm on it." and he disappeared in that blue and white light thing he does.

I took one of the bottles of wine into the bathroom. I got the sleeping pills from the medicine cabinet and emptied every last one of the capsules into the wine. There must have been at least 20 pills. I flushed the remaining skins. Then I corked the bottle again and took one of my eyeliners and barely marked a spot on the label, so I could tell which wine was drugged.

I went back out and put the wine and food into the mini refrigerator. Ares appeared a few seconds later.

"Ok, I found the perfect place. What's all this about?"

"You'll see tomorrow. And no peeking inside my head to find out either. Promise?"

"I promise," he said reluctantly.

"So what are we doing tonight?" I wanted to give him his little gift this evening, just to insure that he would spend tomorrow with me.

"What do you want to do?"

"Oh, I don't know. How about taking me someplace real fancy. I have a certain dress that I'm just dying to wear for you." I was thinking about a particular item of clothing I had brought with me and the things I had got at the lingerie shop. One side of my mouth curled up slightly as I looked at him through half shut eyes.

"All right. I'm sure I can figure out something."

"I'll need about an hour before I'm ready."

"Ok, I'll go downstairs and ask someone if they have any recommendations. I'll be back in a little while," and he left the room, the regular way, by walking.

Ares was intrigued by Donna's secret plans. He had always enjoyed it when one of his women had something special planned for them. It always included some erotic sexual act. Sometimes they used toys; sometimes they brought other women in to join them. But regardless of what the evening entailed, he was always completely gratified in the end. He decided to keep her element of surprise and didn't probe Donna for her thoughts.

He excitedly trotted downstairs and went into the bar. After ordering a drink, he talked with the bartender for a half an hour or so. Ares asked him for a few suggestions on fancy and romantic dining places in the area. When he was satisfied with his choices, he thanked the man and headed back to the room.

He opened the door and nearly dropped his jaw to the floor. Donna was ready and waiting for him.

Day Five: Early Evening

Ares couldn't speak. He just stood there looking as if he were in a trance. He didn't even hear me talking to him at first.

"Ares? Ares?"

"Huh? What was that?"

"I asked you what do you think?" I slowly turned around for him for the second time.

"Fabulous! Donna you are absolutely gorgeous!" he couldn't take his eyes off me.

I have to say I did look pretty good! I had on a long velvet black dress. It had accents of tiny rhinestones, giving it a formal look, not a gaudy one. It fit me to perfection, showing off the voluptuous curves of my shape.

The flowing skirt had a thigh high slit up the left side. There were five more rhinestones artistically placed at the skirt's bottom edge, where the material cornered at the slit. The thin straps held up a very low cut bosom, giving my breasts a noticeably bountiful look. More showing than usual, but not too much. The torso fit snuggly. I complimented the dress with a pair of black nylons, and sexy, open toed black high heels.

I had on a silver chain with a single diamond pendant and matching earrings and bracelet. I curled my hair, and pinned it up in the back, letting just a few loose strands straggle around my face and neck. Makeup done to perfection, wearing my best perfume, I was ready to go!

"You're not going to wear that, are you?" I scanned him with my eyes. He shook his head to break free from his entrancement with me.

"Huh? Oh!" He looked down at his clothes. "No," with a hand's wave, he was now dressed in a tuxedo, looking quite smashing too, I might add. He took a few steps closer to me.

"Is this acceptable?"

"I should say so!" I responded.

"Gods Donna, you smell heavenly!" he told me as he kissed my cheek. "We had better go now. I might not be able to control myself much longer." He offered his arm for me to take. "Shall we, my lady?"

"Oh thank you sir!" And we headed out.

Downstairs, outside the hotel doors, a black stretch limousine was waiting for us. The chauffeur opened the door as we approached. It was HUGE inside. It sat, probably, ten people. It was one of the biggest I had ever been in. There was a TV, a full stereo, a fully stocked bar, a telephone, and the very back seat folded down into a bed. There were even satin sheets in a little closet type cupboard.

"My, my! Now this is fancy! I like it!" I said as we entered.

Ares sat next to me and popped open the champagne bottle that was sitting on ice. He lifted his glass for a toast.

"To an enchanting evening . . . Ms. Cinderella!" he winked at me. I smiled back.

"And just how do you know about Cinderella? I thought you'd been sort of asleep for the past few years." I was giving him one of those 'you can't fool me' looks.

"I have endless sources for things. Trust me."

"Ya, ya. That's what you always say!" The chauffeur started the limo and began driving.

"Aren't you going to tell him where we are going?"

"I already took care of that. I have taken care of everything this evening."

"Not quite!" I said mischievously.

"What are you up too, Donna?" he said with half closed eyes.

"Hey - no peeking inside my head!" I quickly said, not wanting him to find out about my present. "You'll find out soon enough"


"Soon, I promise," whispering, I had put my hands on each side of his face. I kissed him seductively, allowing one hand to move through his hair and down his back, pulling myself closer in to him. He moaned pleasantly.

The drive to the restaurant took about 45 minutes, mostly because we were cruising along the scenic route by the lake. It was nice and relaxing. We just sipped our champagne; listening to the calm, sexy music Ares had turned on. At one point during one of the many kisses we shared during the drive, he motioned to me silently with his eyes, 'let's take a roll in the back'. I scrunched my face up and shook my head.

"I don't want to wreck my outfit. But I know what I can do that won't cause any wrinkles!"

He looked puzzled as I moved to kneel on the floor before him, reaching for the zipper on his pants. I had a 'bad girl' smile now.

"Just don't make a mess on me. Promise?" I asked while I pulled his large manhood out.

"Absolutely, I promise!" his eyes sparkled as he anticipated my warm, wet lips around his already hard cock.

I stroked him briefly before bringing my head further into his lap. Then I popped back up again.

"And you can't touch my hair either. Ok?"

"Ok already, I won't do a thing!" I could tell he was becoming impatient.

I began to lick at the bottom of his shaft, lightly brushing it with my tongue in an upward motion. Occasionally, dropping down to lick his balls for a moment. I teased him with just the licking for about ten minutes. Slowly, slowly moving up his long, hard cock, until I reached the head. I stopped and looked up at him. He was watching intensely. I motioned for him to hand me my glass.

I swallowed a sip of champagne and let my tongue slid over my top lip and then the bottom. I took another sip of bubbly into my mouth. I quickly slid my lips over the head of his dick, letting the cold liquid hit it with a sudden shock. I could hear the bubbles popping. He gasped and then moaned, moving his hips in a circular motion.

"Wow, what a sensation!"

I giggled deep in my throat as I finally swallowed down the champagne. I did it a couple more times. Finally, I pulled back to look at him again. He leaded forward to meet my lips with his. Licking the dribbles of champagne from the corners of my mouth, and then sliding his tongue in through my slightly parted lips. He grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up to his lap.

"I want you. I want you now!" He whispered through his kisses.

"No, You'll mess me all up."

"I think you're forgetting something. I'm a God." He waved his hand and my clothes were gone, his too. I straddled over his lap and lowered myself on to his erect cock, sitting fully on it.

"Ooohh, you're so hot and wet," he moaned as I began to ride him.

"And you fill me completely with that huge cock of yours." My breathing was getting a little heavier now. He grabbed my hips to pace me at the rhythm he wanted, leaning forward to take a nipple in his mouth. Taunting it. I buried my face in his hair. It smelled so good, so manly, arousing me further.

He began to thrust upward, clenching his ass and straightening his legs for the most momentum. He directed my hips motion to match his building speed. I was getting close to bursting, my pussy muscles clamping around his shaft.

He took a hand and fingered my clit, causing me to convulse even tighter around his dick. I tossed my head back and cried out in pleasure, calling his name. I felt him shoot his hot seed inside, warming me. Grunting as his did so.

When we were done, I leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulder. We were both panting. I noticed that the car was turning into a parking lot.

"Ares, I think we might be here."

He turned to look out the window. "I think you may be right, my dear. Well, I better fix us up." Instantly, we were both fully dressed again. Not a hair out of place, just as when we left.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure."

"And mine too!" I kissed him sensually on the lips. "I think I could get used to this 'god-thing' you do."

I reached into my purse for my lipstick and saw the gift I had for Ares. I noticed he was primping a little bit in the mirror, which magically came out of a compartment in the limo.

"How do I look?" he asked.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, honestly, I think you are missing something."

"What's that?" His looked concerned and he searched himself with his eyes to what he forgot.

"This." I held out the black velvet box. He was surprised. Really surprised.

"This is for ME? You got ME a gift? You are so thoughtful!" he touched my cheek.

"Open it," I said anxiously. He untied the silver ribbon, dropping it to the floor, and popped open the box. I thought I almost saw a tear in his eye, but then again . . ..

"Donna, it's beautiful! It's perfect. It's ME!" He had a grin larger than the Grand Canyon now. "You got this for me!" It wasn't a question this time, but rather a proud statement.

He immediately put it on. The pendant hung just at the base of his throat. The thickness of the chain was just the right size for his body mass. It really didn't go with his tux, but I certainly wasn't going to bust his bubble. I don't think it would have mattered to him anyway. The man does what he wants.

The chauffeur had stopped the car and was opening the door for us to exit. He helped me out first; Ares followed and stuck his arm out for me again. We entered a classy five-star restaurant and approached the hostess.

"Good evening. Welcome to Papadakas. Do you have a reservation?"

Ares paused briefly, and I felt him inconspicuously wave his hand very slightly.

"Yes, two for Warren," he said.

Sure enough, we were on the list. The hostess showed us to our table, which was near a small dance floor. On a mini stage a trio was playing some great sounding jazz. They sounded so full and rich for just having guitar, bass and drums. The bass player looked familiar to me. He was checking me out as well.

Ares and I sat down and the waiter came to our table asking if we would like something to drink. Ares ordered for the both of us. I was still staring at the band, trying to figure out where I had seen that bass player before. Oh well, I thought to myself, shaking the question from my mind. I looked to Ares, who was rubbing the pendant on his new necklace between his thumb and forefinger.

"I'm glad you like it" I said softly. "When I saw it, it had your name written all over it. I couldn't resist."

"I love it, Donna. You don't know what it means to me. To know that you are thinking about me when we're apart." He was running a finger over the back of my hand, which was resting on the table. The waiter returned with our cocktails.

"Would you like me to tell you about our specials this evening?" he cheerfully asked, holding his order pad and pen. He ran down a brief description of the entrées and said he would give us a few minutes to decide.

Ares asked if I would mind if he ordered for both of us. No objection here. When the waiter returned, he ordered some grape leaf wrapped meat dish and some other Greek specialties I had never heard of before. All of which turned out to be exceptional!

About half way through our meal, all of the waiters in the restaurant got together on the dance floor and performed a fun dance that included breaking glasses and dishes held between their teeth. It was quite entertaining!

We finished dinner and Ares ordered each of us a brandy. The trio of musicians were taking another break, the bass player walked over to our table.

"Hey you're Donna, aren't you? I'm Frank. I heard you singing karaoke the other night at that little bar on the lake. You are really good! Care to sit in on a few songs with us? I know how you like the old ballads."

I noticed Ares glaring at Frank, who hadn't even acknowledged he was sitting at the table with me.

"No thank you, Frank. My boyfriend and I are celebrating a special evening tonight. But it's nice of you to ask." I looked over to Ares, reaching for my brandy snifter.

"Oh . . . . Hey man, sorry! I didn't see you there. Frank's my name." he offered his hand to shake.

"Yeah, I know, you already told her," he said in a monotone voice, not moving to return the gesture. I gently tapped him under the table with my foot to get his attention and motioned with my eyes up at Frank as an indication to shake his still waiting hand. He did finally.

"Well if you don't want to sing, do you have any requests we could do for you?" If was obvious that Frank was quite taken with me.

"Yes, could you play something slow and sexy? Maybe some with a blues sound to it," I replied.

"You got it babe!" he pointed at me with a pistol style finger action, winking as he made a click sound in his mouth. He turned and walked away.

Ares was still glaring as he watched him return to the stage. He mumbled under his breath, "You're lucky you left when you did, dude, or you would have been..."

"Boy, what a winner!" I interjected sarcastically, trying to pull his attention back to me again. "Forget about him, Ares. I want you to concentrate on me." I slid off one shoe and ran my foot up under his pant leg. There we go, that did it! He smiled as he brought his eyes back to me. Grabbing my hand, he pulled it to him and kissed my palm. The band started to play again, a slow, sexy, kinda bluesy song, as I had asked for.

"Well, do you think we should go for another scenic drive?"

"Not until I get one dance with you!"

"I'm not really in the mood to dance right now, Donna," looking at Frank again through narrowed eyes.

"Please, Ares. Just one?" I said with big sorrowful hazel eyes. He couldn't resist me.

"Just one," he said firmly.

He stood and took my hand and led me towards the dance floor. When we reached it, he stopped and slid his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly to him, both of his hands resting just above my ass. I slipped my arms around his neck, our faces only inches away from each other. We rocked our hips back and fourth to the beat of the music. I let one hand softly caress his hair. He gently kissed me, pulling me even closer to him.

I rested my head on his shoulder, as we continued to rock. When the song was over, without pausing, they blended the ending into the beginning of another, more seductive sounding, slow song. I couldn't help but feel it the music in me, letting it take over and dictate my body's moves.

I began slowly grinding my hips into Ares groin, moving my hands down his sides, my fingers relishing the touch of his body. I slowly rolled my head around, eyes closed. I felt his lips on my neck, as his hips responded to mine. The movements between us were so erotic and in sync with the music's mood.

I tilted my head to the side, giving him the 'take me' look out of one half shut eye, smiling seductively and shaking my shoulders to the gentle drum beat. Our dance together mimicked the foreplay of lovemaking. My desire was rapidly building. I could only think his was too by the feeling of his enlarged cock pressing against me as he rolled his hips. One hand was squeezing my ass while the other hand was on my face, his thumb moving across my lips.

"Gods, you are beautiful!" he said as if he were amazed. "I want to make love with you so much Donna, right now! Please, can we go?"

I didn't say anything; I just gave him a long, tongued kiss as my answer. We quickly returned to the table to collect my purse and left the restaurant.

The limo pulled up and the chauffeur performed his door duty. As we headed out of the parking lot, Ares picked up the phone to talk to the driver. He told him to cruise the beautiful countryside and take his time. He would let him know when to head back to the hotel.

I interrupted "Ask him to stop at a 7-11, please." Ares looked puzzled. "A convenience store." I explained.

He did, and a few minutes later we stopped at one.

"I'll be right back." and got out of the limo, not waiting for door duty.

"Don, where ar..." I was already in the store. I grabbed a can of spray whipped cream and some chocolate syrup and paid the cashier. Two minutes later I was back in the car. I noticed the bed was set up now, complete with the black satin sheets.

"What's that?" he asked curiously.

"Desert!" I excitedly responded with mischievous grin.

He looked in the bag. "Where's the ice cream?"

"I skipped the ice cream. As hot as you are, baby, it would melt too fast."

Ares climbed in the back once the limo started to move again. He reached up and opened the sunroof above the bed.

"It's a beautiful evening, you can see all the stars. Why don't you come here and look?"

"Ok," I said shyly as I reached behind my back to unzip my dress.

"Here, I can help with that," he went to wave his hand.

"NO, wait. I want to do it myself," and I slid the straps from around my shoulders and dress down the length of my body. Underneath, I was wearing my new lingerie that I bought earlier. A sexy, black lace strapless bustier and matching garter was attached to my black, thigh high nylons. I removed my shoes and climb onto the bed.

"Oh, I see why you didn't want me to help. You look delicious!" as he laid a long wet kiss on my awaiting lips.

We kissed for a while, our desire for one another growing stronger and stronger with each passing minute. His hands freely flowing over my body, pinching and teasing me the entire time. I moaned softly, assuring him that I was enjoying every moment of his touch. I reached up and ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair, and then gently across his cheek and shoulders, until they found the buttons on his shirt. I undid each one slowly, exposing the mass of gorgeous chest hair growing on his bronzed colored skin. After I opened his shirt to the waist, I let both my hands explore the firmness of his form, rubbing over his nipples, teasing them with a pinch, and finally sliding them around his back, under the shirt. I pulled him to me, rubbing my breasts against him as I did.

"God, Ares, you feel so good! I never want to leave your arms."

"You turn me on too, babe," he said as his finger ran along the outline of one side of my face until it was under my chin; lifting it up slightly to bestow a passionate kiss on my pink lips. I could taste his lust for me on his probing tongue, as it swirled mine. I had to stop him after moment, to catch my breath. I was becoming too swept up in the feeling.

"So, what's the chocolate and whipped cream for?" asking as if he didn't have any idea. He had a wicked smile going.

"Allow me to show you," and I grabbed the can of whipped cream. I pushed him down on his back and pulled the shirt out of his pants, undoing the last two buttons so it completely opened.

I took the whipped cream and shook it up, testing it by squirting a little bit on my finger. Looking into his eyes, I slowly licked it from my finger, allowing my tongue to be seen as I did so. Then I took the can and applied the whipped cream to each of his nipples and followed the trail down the path of hair, stopping short of his waistline.

I bent over him and leisurely lapped the white cream from the nipple furthest from me. He moaned as he watched my tongue moving in small circles, collecting a little at a time to bring into my mouth, then returning my tongue for more. After all the whipped cream was gone there, I moved to the other nipple, cleaning it the same way.

"Oow, you taste soooo good," I teased.

When the other nipple was clean, I moved between his legs and started licking at the top of the trail I had made, my hands feverishly unbuckling his trousers. By the time I reached the end of the trail, I was pulling his pants down around his hips and slid them to his ankles.

Grabbing the can again, I squirted around his genitals, up his rapidly growing shaft, and made a big ball of fluff on the head of his cock. Then I reached for the chocolate. I slid up the pull top lid and gently squeezed the syrup out, drizzling it artistically over the mound of whipped cream.

"Desert!" I stated proudly.

I began licking at his balls, carefully sucking each one into my mouth, entirety, swirling my tongue around it as it sat inside my warm cavity. Then I inhaled the cream from the other areas surrounding his now fully erect cock, letting it get all over my face as I did so. I moved to the base of his cock. I began removing the chocolate and whip cream in a sexy and slow way with my tongue, moaning erotic sounds. By the time I reached the head, he was near eruption. I paused, licking the excess chocolate and cream from my lips, and then grabbing his cock at the base, I closed my mouth around the head. Immediately, he began bucking his hips, unable to hold back. I could taste the saltiness of his cum, mixing with the sweetness of the chocolate and whip cream, greedily savoring every drop. Unsatisfied, I plunged his cock fully in my throat, wanting ALL of him inside me. After the last drops of his seed finally resided, I removed my mouth, smacking my lips.

"Tasty! Very tasty." I said with an evil smile.

"Fuck, that was good, Don! But now - it's my turn to eat!"

He laid me down on my back, and unsnapped the clips of the garter that held my nylons. Then he removed my panties. Taking the chocolate, he ran a squiggly line from where the bustier ended down to my nether lips and then squirted a whole bunch in my pussy. I looked at him oddly.

"What can I say? I like chocolate!" he justified.

Then, before getting sticky, he played with my tits a bit, teasing them through the lacy material. Bringing his lips to them, and lightly biting. A moment later he began to lap up the chocolate line. It was much thicker then the whip cream I used, so it took him much longer to get it all up. I didn't mind though. Slowly, slowly, further and further down, until he reached my pussy. The chocolate had begun to drip out of my cunt, so he started at the bottom, licking both holes, playfully poking his tongue in my cunt. My juices flowed as soon as his tongue touched me, and I was moaning. More licking, more teasing, my hips rocking unconsciously so he steadied them with his hands.

"You are right, Donna. Very tasty!"

He kept slurping up the syrup and juices, until he took a finger and slid it inside, gently fucking me with it. Finally, he move up to my clit and lightly scraped the chocolate from it, flicking his tongue over it at the same time.

"Oh - OH!"

"That's right Donna, cum in my mouth," he whispered, as he inserted another finger and moved them faster. "Cum for me, Donna!"

His tongue felt like fire now as it endlessly brazed across my sensitive nub, drawing me farther into the overwhelming sensations he was causing. I twisted beneath him, pulling his hair and screaming.


As soon as he felt the deluge come, he quickly scrambled atop me, plunging his massive cock deep inside. I screamed even louder.


He pounded me furiously, cumming moments later. After he caught his breath, he returned his mouth to my pussy to clean it of any remaining chocolate and cum. I think he had more on his face than anywhere else. He moved to lie next to me, still taking deep breaths.

"What a fabulous way to end a great meal," and kissed my nose, leaving a little chocolate on it. I was too sated to move, but not to smile.

"Yes, it was!" I sighed happily.

We lay there gently caressing each other and looked out the sunroof at the stars until I feel asleep in his arms.

Ares couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed a woman so much. He held her tightly against him, never wanting her to be out of reach. Yes, he was certain she would have a place in his New Empire. A place by his side, and he would feel proud to have her there. She belonged to him and only him, and right now, he was sure she also felt the same. But what about the others? Would they leave her alone? He thought about Frank. He had noticed how Frank's eyes undressed her as they danced together. How would he keep all of them away from her without locking her in a basement or something?

He gazed upon her sleeping face. She stirred slightly, squeezing her arms a little more tightly around his body. She still had a smile on her face. He probed her dream. She was dreaming of him, kissing him, loving him. So the great God of War relaxed. Maybe he didn't have to worry about the others; she seemed more than content to be his and his alone, oblivious to other men.

He took in a deep breath and sighed heavily. He could still taste the chocolate that was stuck in his beard. He smiled. It was time to head back to the hotel, he thought.

Day Six: Late Morning

I awoke late the next morning. I was in bed in my hotel room. My black dress was neatly draped over a nearby chair, shoes placed side by side under it. I could smell coffee and hear the sound of the TV. I sat up stretching and yawning, my eyes dragging the room for Ares. He was lounging on the couch naked except for the necklace I gave him.

"Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?"

"Slept great. It's just the waking part that wasn't any good," I responded.

"Huh? What do you mean hon?" his cheerful face turned to puzzlement and concern.

"I like waking up better with my arms around you," I said wryly.

He smirked. "Well let's fix that, right away. Close your eyes."

I did, but I still saw light flickering through my eyelids. Suddenly, I felt him materialized next to me in the bed.

"Is that better?"

"Oh yes! Much." I ran a hand over his firm, bronzed chest and kissed him sweetly. We were laying contently in each other's arms, when I brought up the subject of my leaving.

"You know, I have to go home tomorrow."

He sat up. "What do you mean, you have to go home?"

"I have to be back at work on Monday. My plane leaves tomorrow at 11am. Today is my last full day here." I couldn't look him in the eye and my heart felt heavy. I knew what I would have to do if he wouldn't let me go. "I have a special day planned for us. You're not going to leave me again today, are you? Please spend it with me." I had a pleading tone in my voice. Tears filling my eyes.

"Of course I will," he pulled me to him, hugging me tightly. "But what's all this about leaving? I thought you would stay here with me."

"Where, here at the hotel? I don't think I could afford more than another week or so, Ares."

"Money is not a problem, but no, not here. What do you think I've been doing all those afternoons I was away? I've been preparing a home for you . . . a home for us."

I was truly surprised. I had no idea he would think to do something like that. "Really? You were doing that for me? I never figured I was that important to you. I thought you were rebuilding your temples."

"Donna, haven't I proved how serious I am? You mean everything to me! I'm not going to let you go..."

I began to cry.

"Donna? What's wrong?" He stroked my hair in an attempt to comfort me. I pulled away and sobbed even harder.

"Donna, tell me. Please!"

"I'm just so torn, Ares. I mean - I want to be with you so much, but I have family and friends back home. I have a whole life back home. I don't know, I can't just . . ." I cried even harder, burying my head into his chest. He didn't say anything, he just held me close, caressing my back. I lifted my head and looked him deep in the eyes.

"I love you, Ares. So much . . ." He kissed me deeply, trying to take away my pain and confusion. "Make love to me please," I begged.

And he did. He made the sweetest, most caring, gentle love to me I had ever felt. It left my heart filled with such feeling and emotion for him, I felt worse than I did before. I was actually thinking he might really love me too, although he had never said it. Not the words anyway. I even cried during my orgasms, wanting to free myself from the turmoil raging inside. I held him so tightly afterwards, not ever wanting to let go.

Finally, I pulled myself together and managed to bring a half-believable smile to my face. Kissing him gently, I rose to get ready for the day.

My silent tears washed down the drain with the water from my shower. I was having second thoughts about this plan the professor and I had put together. Did I really want to leave him? I knew I couldn't stay. Maybe he would come back to the States with me? I could ask him, not having any clue whatsoever as to his answer.

After I dressed, I poured myself some coffee and sat down in the chair next to the phone. I sat there for a long time, debating whether or not I wanted to call my parents. Ares must have been reading my thoughts again.

"It's 3:00 am there. Don't you think you might scare them by calling right now."

I didn't say anything about him reading my thoughts. I just answered him.

"Ya, you're probably right. It's not such a good idea, I guess." I sat there a while longer, watching him flip through the TV channels.

"Are you hungry? Want to go get some breakfast?" he asked.

"No, I'm not hungry right now. Besides, I don't want to spoil lunch."

After a few more moments of silence, he spoke to me again. "Donna, I'm not letting you go. I can't," he stated, still looking at the TV screen.

I stood and walked over behind the couch. "I know. I think I always did. I guess I just wasn't prepared to give everything up so quickly." I put my hands on his shoulders and started massaging them. I bent down to whisper in his ear. "That still doesn't mean I want to spoil the great lunch I have planned!" and kissed him on the cheek.

I walked to where I had the picnic basket and supplies and started to prepare them. "I guess I'll phone my parents this evening, when they're awake." I forced a laugh, wanting to appear like I was feeling light hearted again.



"I had a wonderful time last night!"

"Me too!" he seemed rather engulfed in the news, although I couldn't really hear what it was saying.

"Especially the desert. That was the best time!"

He looked over at me, a dirty smile crossing his face as he recalled the evening's activities. "That was fun, wasn't it?" His hand moved over his crotch. Just thinking about it had his cock stiffening a bit. I felt a wave of heat flow through me, stirring the passion that subsided. Come on Donna, pay attention to what you're doing.

"Hey, why don't we both go to the States? That way, I could be with both you AND my family."

"No, I need to be here in Greece, for awhile anyways." I started to object but he interrupted me. "Donna, I said no, it just not possible. There's no sense in discussing it any further."

By the time I finished packing our lunch, it was just about noon.

"Well I should be ready to go in about five more minutes, and none too soon either. I'm starving."

"Anything I can help with?"

Now you ask, now that I'm done. "Nope, it's all done. I just need to grab a blanket."

The God of War knew this day was coming, the day she would talk about leaving. He wasn't looking forward to it either; he didn't want things to change between them. He liked it this way. She exhilarated him! She charged him up far beyond what he was expecting, and he wasn't about to give that up, bordering on an almost 'addictive' feeling with her.

Ares didn't believe Donna was just going to accept willingly, although she was giving him the illusion that she did. But he didn't probe her for her thoughts, it didn't matter. He figured he would just have to INSIST with her and make sure she knew he was serious. As far as he was concern, there was nothing to discuss. When the God of War makes a choice, you abide. No two ways about it. The thought never came into his mind that she may have ulterior motives.

He did, however, decide not to be all cocky - up in her face about it. He was so very fond of her, and when she was upset with him before, she treated him different. She held back her feelings from him and he felt empty because of it. He was beginning to realize he needed her in more than one way, but still didn't know why.

It never dawned on him that he was falling for her. Why would he? The God of War is a cold, calculating, and selfish troublemaker. His purpose in life was 'Conquer and Destroy', and he loved every minute of it. He never knew any other way . . .

Until she came along . . .

Day Six: Afternoon

It was a beautiful day. The sky was a rich shade of baby blue, the sun was warm and friendly and the grass beneath my sandaled feet was green and healthy. Ares carried the basket with one hand and held my hand with the other as we walked along the shoreline to the area he had picked out for lunch.

"It's just a little bit further," Ares said as he squeezed my hand slightly. "Ah, here we go, my perfect spot."

It was a perfect spot, beautiful view, just off the beaten path. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Ares cheek with a big smile.

"Well done!" I spread the blanket out and took the basket from Ares. I began to set up lunch. "You just kick back and relax and let me serve you, my Lord!" I gave him a look that let him know he was in for a good time.

"Hey, I like the sound of that! Especially when you address me in the proper way," he said sort of smugly.

He's not serious, is he? I smiled and shook my head.

I opened the first bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. After we ate I filled our glasses again. Ares commented on how fine a wine it was. We were relaxing together; I was sitting, leaning against a tree. He was sitting between my straddled legs, leaning against me. I rubbed his shoulders. I savored each moment, knowing deep inside that it was the last time it would be like this between us.

"So what else do you have planned for us? You said you had something special in mind."

"I do! But you have to wait until we get back to the hotel."

"Well, let's go then."

"Let's finish off this wine first." I poured the rest of the bottle in our glasses. "I have another bottle back at the room."

We touched glasses and Ares gulped down his quickly. I looked at him in surprise.

"Well, you said you had another bottle! Besides, I want to find out what you have planned for us!" he said mischievously.

I drank as much of my glassful as I could, without choking, and tossed the rest when Ares wasn't looking. I packed the glasses back in the basket along with the other things. I stood, holding the basket in hand.


"You bet!" he raised his eyebrows up and down twice and took the basket from me. I gathered the blanket and we walked back to the hotel, kissing and playfully teasing the whole time we traveled.

Oh, how I am going to miss you, my love.

We got back to the room and Ares set down the basket. He just stood there watching me, arms crossed in front of his chest.


"Well what?" I toyed.

"You know."

I smiled seductively. "Alright, go lie on the bed. Leave your clothes on. I'll get ready. Ok?"

"You'll get ready? For what?"

"You'll see." I didn't have anything planned. I just realized I kept telling him I had something special planned, cause of what the professor and I had cooked up. I better think of something quick. An idea came to mind.

I went to the closet and grabbed some clothing and took it into the bathroom. When I came out, he was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, stretched out in front of him, back leaning against the headboard. I went into my carry on duffle bag and pulled out a CD I had brought along for my Walkman. It was the soundtrack from 'The Full Monty'. I also grabbed some scarves I had with me.

"Ok," I said as I turned around. I approached the bed holding the scarves. "We're gonna play a game. You won't mind if I tie you up, will you?"

He looked seriously at me. "This isn't some sort of trick, is it, Donna?"

I held up the scarves in front of me. "Right, like these thin strips of material could hold you! Come on', play along. It'll be fun, I promise."

"All right."

I proceeded to remove his boots and tied each leg to a bedpost. Then I tied his right hand. I paused before tying the other. Instead, I went to the fridge, and opened the marked bottle of wine, refilling his glass from the picnic. I took it to him along with the bottle.

"Here, I'll leave one hand free for just a little while so you can hold your glass. But you better drink up, buddy boy, you won't have long before I tie it up too!" I teased.

He quickly drank the wine down while I went and put the CD in the stereo and lined up the song I wanted: 'You Can Leave Your Hat On'. I saw him filling his glass again when I turned around.

"Ready for the show?"

I didn't wait for an answer. I ran into the bathroom and after I had changed into the clothes I had set aside, I used the remote to start the music.

I was wearing an old style wrap around dress. I brought it to use at the pool after swimming, it seemed more like a thin robe than a dress to me. I had on another pretty teddy under it that I had bought while shopping. Both the dress and teddy had shades of blues, greens and aquas. A good color on me, matching my hazel green eyes. I also wore a long coat, high heels and the hat.

Sticking one leg out around the door, toe pointed, I began my sexy little dance for him. Following what the lyrics in the song were saying: take off your coat, stand on that chair, arms in the air - shake on. Ares was totally enjoying this little exhibition of mine, howling and whistling at me as I lost each article of clothing. The song ended, so I quickly flipped it to 'The Stripper' song on the same CD, still wearing the pretty teddy. Ares refilled his glass with wine, yet again. His eyes were beginning to glaze over.

Keep dancing, Don. I really hammed up the next song. I kept the remote in my hand and restarted it once more before it ended, dragging it on a long as I could. But when you only have two things on, it tends to move along rather quickly. I was really having a blast, knowing that secretly inside I had always pictured myself dancing for my lover, but never could bring myself to do it before.

I would dance closer over to Ares, but just beyond his reach of his free hand, and tease him, wiggling my butt at him as I lifted up the back of the teddy. He was the perfect audience for it too; reaching, growling, and pretending to be restrained by the flimsy scarves. He was just as much a ham as me! Partially caused, perhaps, by the drugs in the wine.

Still not out yet! I reached for the last scarf and moved to tie up his free hand. His eyes were only half open now and he sounded slightly impaired when he spoke.

"Oh no, you don'ts, I wants one-my hand." He jerked it away from me and grabbed my upper arm - pulling me to him so he could take the kiss he kept saying he wanted. He was so strong that, even with just one arm, and a quick movement, I was pinned to him - but good, his lips sloppily trying to devour mine. It felt more like I was kissing someone who had just returned from the dentist, and had been shot with a bunch of Novocain. I noticed his arms began to relax, and could tell he was having to force his eyes to stay open.

I took control of the kissing, forcing his head back so he would get comfortable and relax. That worked beautifully! He was dead out in less than a couple of minutes. I made sure too. Pushing him, poking him, I even dropped an ice cube down his shirt - no response.

I put the wrap around dress back on, grabbed my wallet and left the room. I went to the pay phone in the lobby, afraid Ares might hear me. I was sweating bullets right now. I dropped some coins in the slot and dialed the professor. Luckily, he was in the student study hall and was on the phone in no time.

"Yes, Professor Nijjan here."

"Professor, it's Donna!" My voice was a little higher pitched than normal and I knew I was talking faster than normal. "He's out professor, right now! Out cold! You'll come quickly? Please!"

"Calm down, Donna. Just calm down now. I will be right there, I promise."

"Ok professor, just hurry. I'm really nervous about everything. Just hurry."

"I'm leaving now," and he hung up the phone.

I didn't want to go back to the room right away, afraid to be alone with him. I was sure he would figure it out after he woke up. I noticed the lounge was open and I wanted a drink, but knew I needed to keep my head on. I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat and climbed the stairs for the room. I was relieved to see he hadn't moved an inch while I was gone.

Twenty-five minutes later, which seem more like 25 years to me, there was a light tap on the door. I opened it.

"I'm so glad to see you. Thank you, Professor."

"Let's just hope these work." He looked at Ares lying on the bed. "Donna, how did you get him that way? You've done all the work already, just switch the scarves for the chains." He looked back at me now. I was blushing.

"That's Ok, I think I know!" he quickly said.

The steel bonds he brought were weird; they were as light as aluminum. There were wrist and ankle cuffs on chains, with locks on the end of them. The key sat in one of the keyholes on a cuff. He unlocked them and handed the key to me. I put it in my purse.

I picked up a set. "These are awfully light, Professor. Are you sure about his brother making them?"

"No, I'm not sure at all. But there is a good possibility, if you believe what you read."

"That's not helping."

"Let's just get it over with and get out."

We each took a side and exchanged the chains for the scarves, figuring out a tricky way to attach the chains to the bed. We moved as quickly as possible, fearful the War God would awaken and kill us both. Finally, we finished, and not a moment too soon, either. Ares was beginning to stir.

"You better get out of here, Professor. If it doesn't work, I don't want him to know you were a part of this. No need for us both to be toast. Ok. Now go - hurry. And thank you, my friend." I reached to take his hand to shake it.

"But Donna, aren't you coming?" His eyes never moved from the bed behind me, watching Ares every second.

"Yes, but I have to get my stuff first. I'll be fine - really. Now go." I pushed him out the door, closing it behind him.

I turned around and stared at Ares, motionless for probably 10 minutes. He wasn't going to be out for much longer. My plane didn't take off until tomorrow morning, so I couldn't leave. I got a great idea! I took off the dress again, and climbed in the bed with Ares, snuggling up to his chest. I figured when he woke, he would think we both fell asleep. Then if the chain didn't hold him, I could tell him that he said I could use them. Maybe he wouldn't be able to remember. That's the best I can do right now.

Day Six: Early Evening

It was at least three hours before Ares was awake enough to realize something was wrong. I had fallen asleep on his chest, but he immediately woke me up with a startlingly loud cry of my name.


And boy, was he pissed off!

I jumped off of him; fear engulfed my entire body, apparent by the way it shook and the look on my face. I didn't know yet if he could move or not. He continued yelling at me.


I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I just stood there amazed he was trapped.

"I SAID N O W !"

I turned my back to him. "No, Ares. I can't do that. I'm sorry."



Ares wildly fought against the restraints to no avail, becoming more and more furious with each passing moment.

"B I T C H !" He yelled so loud the windows shook.

I couldn't take it any more. I ran into the bathroom, slamming the door and hung over the sink crying. He hates me! And why wouldn't he? It was only a few days ago when I felt the same way about him. But that didn't make the ache in my heart go away. He was still yelling. What have I done?

I began to pack what I had in the bathroom. I tried to ignore Ares' threats and insults he was still yelling. Then I heard a strange sound. Something broke. I rushed into the other room. Ares was still on the bed, but he wasn't yelling any more or fighting the chains. Something happened, but what?

"Come on, Donna. Let's be reasonable and talk about this. Just where did you find these chains? I could swear my brother, Heph, made these."

I didn't answer.

"Donna, at least tell me why you are doing this to me. Please?" He looked at me with those innocent, puppy dog eyes.

I approached the bed and reached to brush away the hair in his face.

"I . . . I'm so sorry, Ares. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. But you won't let me go. You won't let me go home." Tears began filling my eyes again.

"Free me, Donna, and I promise I'll let you go home. Really!"

Maybe in a body bag! "I can't. I don't have the key."


He had broken the left hand chain loose from where the professor had attached it. The chain hit my shoulder and back, while the cuff and his hand slammed into my face. I fell back, landing on my ass. I was bleeding from the mouth. He kept swinging the chain at me, trying to strike me again.


I could already feel my face swelling from where he hit me and I had a terrible headache. At least I wasn't concentrating on my aching heart any more. I had never seen him so mad before. He scared the shit out of me. He face was red, eyes cold and black, hair all wild, every muscle rippling over his gorgeous body. Damn! I can't believe I'm still attracted to him. You need help, Donna.

But it was true. He was helpless, yet he still possessed such great power and strength. He was truly the perfect man in my eyes, except for his temper, that is. I got up from the floor and started to pack up my belongings, not bothering to do a neat job of it. I just wish this night were over already, so I could hurry and get on the plane for home.

Ares couldn't do much. He couldn't free the other locks with his one free hand. Frustrated, he grabbed whatever was within his reach and hurled it at me, yelling obscenities. When that didn't do anything, he got real quiet. I knew his mind was going a hundred miles a minute, searching for a way out.

I didn't speak to him either. I moped from the closet to the dresser to the suitcase, collecting my personal belongings. I noticed his necklace on the floor by the coffee table. Apparently, he had snatched it from around his neck and threw it at me in his little fit. I bent down and picked it up. Tears ran down my face as I caressed the pendant. My back was to him so I didn't think he could tell how I was feeling, forgetting that he could read my mind.

"Baby?" he spoke softly. "Please, I don't want things to end like this. Neither do you. I thought you loved me? Were you faking everything the entire time? No, you weren't. I can still feel your love now. Please, Donna, free me. I promise not to hurt you. I just want to love you."

I broke out in heavy sobs and sat down in place, pulling my knees to my chest and burying my head.

"Please stop it. Don't make this harder then it already is." You could barely understand my words, muffled by my sobs.

"You fucking BITCH. LET ME GO!" I guess the 'sucker' approach wasn't working for him and he returned to his loud blaring again.

The sound of his voice hit my almost as hard as his hand had. I rose, and went to take a shower, figuring the sound of the water running could drown out his yelling. After I was dressed, I fixed up my damaged face with some make up and left the room. He was still screaming at me.

The great God of War was in one hell of a mess. He was becoming weaker and didn't know why. He figured it was because he was putting all his energy into trying to escape. How could she do this to him? To him? Ares, God of War.

Yet, he didn't hate her, although he would still kill her for doing this to him. In his weird, sick way he admired her for having the guts to do this, knowing she feared him more than death. It turned him on. When he got free, he would be sure to rape her first and then kill her, the bitch.

Day Six: Late Evening

I went down to the pay phone to call Professor Nijjan. I wanted to make sure he was ok. There was no answer. I went into the bar and picked the darkest corner to sit in. The waitress came and I ordered plain coke and a few shots of Jack Daniels. When I finally got my courage again, about two hours later, I was feeling numb. Not drunk - just numb. I went back upstairs.

I opened the door to my room and had to rub my eyes a few times to make sure I was seeing clearly. Ares appeared to look semi-transparent. His eyes were closed. I wasn't sure if he was dead or sleeping.

I quietly moved to the side of the bed to check. Suddenly, he had a hold of my throat, trying to choke me.

"GIVE ME THE KEY!" he demanded.

I easily broke free from his grasp, surprised at how weak he seemed.

"What's happening to you?" I only meant to think the words, not say them.

"You're killing me, that's what's happening. Is that what you want? You want to kill me?"

"NO - You're only supposed to go back to sleep." Oh oh, here come the waterworks again.

"Well, it seems your perfect little plan has a flaw in it now. Too bad for me huh? Well, I hope the guilt eats away at you for the rest of your miserable little worthless life, you cunt."

His words sounded so hurtful. And he was serious too. I didn't know if I was going to make it through the night.

I pulled the chair over from next to the phone to the foot of the bed and sat in it. I guess I must have fallen asleep.

Ares didn't bother pleading with her for much longer. He was feeling tired. He didn't understand why. He thought he had already been restored to full strength. He thought it was just the anger and stress.

What none of them knew, including the professor, was without completing the last day of resurrection Ares would cease to exist. Disappear from the face of the earth as well his place in history.

This could be a rather bad thing to have happen, since the history of the world would be rewritten. Many, many things would change. Some people just would never be born, some lands never conquered. The world as we knew it today would not be the same.

Day Seven: Early Morning

8:00 am. I had everything packed and was ready to leave.

I awoke in the chair and had a stiff neck and a lot of pain in my shoulder from where Ares had hit me with the chain. I quickly snapped open my eyes as I started to remember what was going on.

My mouth dropped open in shock. Ares looked like a ghost almost. I could see clear through him. He was slowly fading away, out of existence. Oh my god, what have I done? I rushed to his side and took his face in my hands. He was barely conscious.

"Ares, ARES, wake up" I slapped him a couple times until he came around. He was very weak, could hardly hold his head up. He looked up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes of his. I could clearly see the pain he felt in them. My heart sank into my stomach.

"Why? I love you, Donna. Why?" that's all he said before slipping into unconsciousness.

"He is dying!" I backed away from the bed, shocked. I reached for my suitcases and headed for the door, pausing. I can't do it!

"I can't let you die." Tears were streaming down my face.

I set down my bags and went back to the bed. I reattached his free hand so it was secure again. I climbed on top of him, straddling his faint body and lifted his head to face me. He was almost dead weight.

"I won't let you die, Ares. I'm sorry I did this to you." I kissed his lips. They changed from see-through to a pinkish opaque as I did. He still had not awakened.

"Please Ares, wake up!" I had a hold of his vest and was shaking him slightly. "PLEASE!"

The tears I cried ran down my face and dripped off the end of my chin, landing on Ares face. Wherever they touched it brought back the color in his skin. He finally opened his eyes. He looked confused.

"Donna, you didn't leave me." He went to caress my face with his hand, realizing his was still confined. He didn't yell at me. He only looked at his chained hand and said softly, "Please, I want to touch you Donna. Please free me."

I wasn't going to do that. I didn't know what he would do; although his eyes were telling me he wouldn't hurt me. I believe that he only did want to touch me, but I couldn't take the chance. I covered his lips with mine, kissing him passionately, both my hands on his face.

"God, I love you Ares," I whispered through the tears and kisses. My hands began to move over his chest, caressing him gently. He arched his back when I found a nipple. The more I touched him; the more color came back to him. I made sure I touched him everywhere, bringing his entire body back to a semi-transparent look now, rather than clear.

I stood up, examining him with my eyes. He didn't look so powerful to me now. He was more like a chained puppy. He pulled his wrists trying to move.

"Please! I just want to love you, Donna. I need to touch you!" he begged. I believed him, but would not free him.

I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, exposing him before I removed my own clothing. He looked sad. So very sad.

"No, not like this. Let me love you," he pleaded.

But I ignored him, stifling his cries with kisses. I kissed him for a long time. Each passing moment seemed to make him stronger until he was returning my kisses, igniting my hidden passion once again. I stopped and pulled my head back to look at him. His eyes had that sexy look again, telling me 'let's fuck' and his matching wicked smile was back, as well. They drew me in, almost feeling like he had the control again.

I brutally kissed him, biting on his lower lip, plunging my tongue inside his mouth. He grabbed it, sucked it in so hard I almost thought that I wouldn't get it back. When I finally did, I moved to his ear, sucking and biting there. I felt a strange wave enter my body. It brought a chill to my skin. Suddenly, I was like a raving sexual maniac, who was unable to get enough of him.

My mouth continued to explore his body. His neck, his chest, his nipples, oh yes and his cock. I ran my tongue over his balls and I could hear him talking to me, urging me on more. I remember thinking that he must be getting stronger cause his attitude had changed. He was acting like the sex fiend he usually was. I rammed his fully erect cock into the warmth of my mouth, swirling my tongue as I did so.

"Oh Donna, that's my good girl. Suck it!"

And I did. I gave him the best blowjob I had ever given in my entire life. It was like it wasn't really me. I was doing things to him that I didn't even knew I could do, bringing him to an explosive orgasm.

"Oh baby, that was so fucking good! Please, let me loose so I can fuck you. I want to touch you, Donna."

He was looking much more alive now. I straddled his body once more and returned to kissing him. I could feel his cock getting stiff again. He began to grind his hips against me, moaning. I did the same.

I lifted myself and grabbed his dick to guide it inside of me. I swear he was even bigger than I had ever seen. I slowly worked my way down its length, my body's senses becoming more acute. I rubbed my tits with my hands and heard him whispering nasty little things to me. But I wasn't paying any attention to him; my body was overwhelmed with feeling - passion - desire - and lust. My slow rocking turned more quickly and I rode him. You could hear the sticky, sloshing sound as I did, caused by my flooding juices.

"OH GOD. . . . OH GOD. . . . OH GOD!" was all I kept saying.

"That's right baby, give it to me. Give it ALL to me."

I opened my eyes to look at him. He had an evil look as he spoke those words. Like he knew he was winning this little battle I had engaged us in. I leaned forward to kiss him. He bit me in a heated passion. My clit was rubbing against his pelvis now, and I was losing control.

"NO!" I cried, tears running down my cheeks, but it was too late. My pussy convulsed tightly around his cock, milking his seed at the same time as we violently came together, my body shaking uncontrollably. I grabbed his hair and kissed him for the last time.

I got up and dressed, crying the entire time. He spoke to me kindly.

"What's wrong, hun? Wasn't it good for you?" Then he laughed wickedly. I went to the table and reached in my purse, leaving something on the coffee table before I picked up my bags and walked out of the room.

"Where are you going, Donna?" I kept walking. "DONNA? DAMN YOU DONNA, LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

I could still hear him yelling as I descended the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator. I turned in my room key at the desk and left the hotel for the airport.


Any normal person would have been totally embarrassed when the maid entered the room to find a naked man chained to the bed. Not Ares! He had noticed Donna left the key to the locks on the table and demanded the poor lady free him. She did promptly, a look of shame and embarrassment on her face as she admired the God's body. He quickly dressed and walked over the table and picked up the other item Donna had left there - his necklace.

"You're not getting away from me that easily, my sweet," he said as he put the necklace back around his neck. It sure felt good to be free of those damn chains! He flexed his arm muscles as he brought the necklace in front of his chest. He realized he felt even better now! He had not been completely restored before. But now he knew that Donna had completed his resurrection today. He thought she had already given him everything she felt for him. But this time . . . she gave him freedom, by giving up her own. No longer would Donna have the right to make her own life's choices. She was fulfilling her destiny, as described by the prophets and Ares knew it now. He threw his head back and exploded in evil laughter. Then he disappeared in a blue and white flash of light as the maid stood there in astonishment, shaking her head.

Ares appeared at the airport. He was leaning against the sill of the window watching a plane become smaller and smaller as it flew away from Greece. He knew she was on that flight. But he had missed her. He unconsciously started rubbing the pendant with his thumb and forefinger again. Being complete now, he could have easily thought himself on that plane. But she needed to have a lesson taught to her. A lesson in the rules of destiny. No one walks away from destiny, especially a destiny that included him - the great Ares, God of War. Or is it now King Ares?

"You can run, Donna, but you never be able to hide from the God of War." He disappeared in a blue and white flash of light, his wicked laugh echoed where he had stood.


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