The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights.
I remember talking to Dr. Gabrielle about my ability to tell my lovers apart. I didn't know why it was, but I could always sense the flavor of my lovers. There was no *real* describing it, but for some reason I always ended up using *taste* as my touchstone description. I'd say, "She felt so sweet, like honey flavored by strawberries." Or I'd say, "He felt like melting caramel, kind of like you'd find in a snickers bar, except hotter...and richer..mmm." It was as close as I could come to describing the sensation of being with my lovers. Of course, then I thought I was talking about something entirely fictional,so we just thought it was a food addiction thing.
Now I found myself swept up in an electric tangerine chunky marmalade kisses. Her lips, so moist, made me feel as if lightening had entered my loins. Her tongue flavored our kisses , striking the roof of my mouth with sensual accuracy. Her fingers found my hot wet spot and stirred me with expert tenderness. I was pulsing and juicy with excitement. I thoughtlessly urged her with all my body to take me, take me, take me, in all her merciful glory.
I heard the sudden stormfront come in and ignored it. I was much too fascinated with the vibrant colors dancing before my closed eyelids to care about the way the night sky was lighting up. The heady pressure of her body against mine wiped out any other worry. The tent could topple to the howling winds for all I cared. If the snap of the tents walls to the wind matched my own screams, I never thought of it.
I was feeling too good.
The way her fingers traced light onto my skin and through my pubic hairs was hypnotizing. Her breath, hot against my ears was music finer than any played. I drowned in her eyes, where I saw the chocolate river turn golden orange and amber and bright. To my eyes it seemed as if her skin glowed, almost so bright I had to look away. I closed my eyes then, basking in her divine radiance. Moaning in sweet pleasure, I gyrated to her tempo and grunted in sweaty relief to her direction. "Yes, yes, yes, oh...gods..oh gods..oh Gods..." My prayers became repetitious. I pushed against the sheets, with my heels, feeling their silk slide against my back and shoulders. I lifted my hips pleadingly and felt her move three fingers, four, deep inside me. My fingernails surely left their mark, as I felt the relief of her presence inside me, gloriously slicky and firm. I clutched her into me over and over, riding with sweet abandon. She wiped sweat from my face, comforting, kissing, but not ceasing the driving into my receptive cunt.
She filled me, as I yearned to be filled, and her thumb covered my sensitive scarlet pearl as I rotated earnestly in efforts of release. I spiralled quickly up the golden path. I could see her eyes lit with power, though mine were closed. I followed them up the mountain of my soul, panting with exertion, mindless of the time that had passed, if any.
I was conscious of the sound of voices, high and frantic. The crash of ceramic boldly shook the foundations of my concentration. I stopped just long enough to turn my to the side and found myself gazing at my husband, nakedly virile and strong, with the shards to the left of him. He looked ready to smite somebody. Amazons, who apparently had been trying to stop him, lost their grip. Eyes widened and jaws dropped as the royal guard stopped to stare at me instead.
Callisto, who must have noticed them a long time ago, moved inside me, so deep inside me. She had my attention. I groaned and looked up into rainbow eyes. "GET OUT." Her voice was harsh, but not to me. To me she was the sound of a mountain stream, comforting and wild. I liked wild. There was a sound of a tussle. She tore her gaze away from me, taking a bit of my soul with her. I cried out to the exquisite pain of it, the pleasure of it. "Leave HIM," she commanded. I turned to watch as normally competent women scrambled and crashed together, trying both to leave and to avoid touching my husband's body. I would have laughed were it not they were so deadly serious about it. I don't know how they managed to get out at all. He was half the attraction.
It seemed to me he was radiating heat, a dark crimson pulsing light that called to me. His brows were knit together and jaw clenched. I tried to think of when I'd ever seen Ares that mad. The other Ares...yes...but this warrior god? I'd seen him irritated, irate, and sometimes a few paces beyond upset. Okay, maybe that one time, he'd been right close to angry. But in a full-blown, spitting, out and out rage? Nope. Never. Not in this particular lifetime.
But there he stood, our mountain of a husband, his muscles tensed and rock hard. He was madder than a hornet and ready to sting. His handsome face was twisted into something between the snarl of arousal and an anger that should have made me pale. His lovely cock was pointed and full.
Instead I found myself aroused , in a perilous sort of way. I could feel the hot spikes of energy spiral through my body, as power prepared itself for ignition. There was a second current beginning, rising after the spiral that Callisto had started.
Ares can be very unpredictable. I don't know exactly what he was thinking, but I could guess. He and Callisto had played games before. They liked to test each other's limits, to push and to pull in mindfucks that led to some serious bodyfucks. I'd seen them go to some interesting places. It seemed that Callisto had managed to push several buttons this time. Maybe, this time, she'd actually taken him beyond his limits.
Maybe.
I thought better of him, though.
He might be mad, but...
His limbs were shaking and he balled his hands into fists. He teetered on the edge of a decision, of which I couldn't know the results until after. I just knew *I* had no self control here. And If *He* didn't, well...then we were in a world of hurt, because there was seriously nothing I could do about it.
Still, despite the fact that his blood runs full of fire and vigor, Ares has the wisdom of the warrior to steady him. He was Zeus' favored son. If all it took to make him topple was a bit of walking and embarrassment...well..he wouldn't have been the warrior god very long. And he'd been the god of war in our world for a very long time.
It was self control that made him shake. His eyes hinted at a dark desire only held back by two things. He loved us, and his power was on the low keel.
His imagination however,...well, it was comparable to his daughter's (though she *was* the mother of invention...my heart thumped at the thought of our wife, Xena, and I thought sure I saw that same feral sneer that graced his lips, upon hers...at one time. His was, after all, a passionate line.) I'd been on the receiving end of the products that creative mind of his and I appreciated it. Aphrodite may be the Goddess of loving Torture, but Ares could take an idea and run with it!
He caught his breath, when his eyes met mine. His dark eyes were fire. His nostrils flared. His smile chilled me then made me burn. My body had a will of its own. I felt more needs building in me, dangerous and frothy. I groaned and twisted in my wife's arms, unsure whether I was trying to escape or to meld myself into her skin.
Callisto clicked her tongue soothingly. Her thumb stroked me in such a way that my legs folded out from under me. I pushed against her hand. She smiled gently, rubbed herself against me and whispered love to my soul. All she said was, "Brigid," as if all the universe couldn't contain the feeling in her heart. I came full tilt, screaming and sobbing, with toes clenching, fingers digging, and my back arching. Things exploded noisily outside, while inside of me, my world quaked.
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