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 quivered in the aftershocks of pleasure as I worked to catch my breath. Heavy rain pounded the fabric above me. It was weighty enough that I saw the ceiling bounce, but the noise soothed me. I closed my eyes, letting myself be held by her presence and surrendered to feeling her warm fingers inside me. That didn't last long.
She pulled gently out and away. To quiet my protests, she tenderly stroked my curls with her fingernails. "shh, love, there will be more, shh." It was a promise I needed to hear. I was satiated at the moment, but I knew myself. In a few heartbeats I could be that roaring fire again. Aphrodite's gift frightened me sometimes with its intensity.
My main surprise was that I was still conscious, aware of my hormonal bliss, but able to think, to remember, to participate on more than a primal fuck me level. Maybe I was becoming accustomed to being loved by Gods. Maybe I was used to the constant energy that flowed through me. Maybe. All I really knew was that I was safe in my lover's arms now and I wasn't screaming with pain inside anymore.
I would have purred if I were able. She kissed my drenched brow, my eyelids, my panting lips. Her other arm was wrapped behind me, supporting my shoulders. My blonde lover pulled my unresisting body up. She had such strength, while I felt limp as a rag doll. Was I supposed to feel this way? I usually felt more...energy... I closed my eyes, searching inside and found that it was still there, damp, slumbering like a dragon after its first sheep. I was no longer starving, so I could rest a moment. I felt parts of me awaken as I probed at it, but surrendered the effort. I wasn't really ready for the dragon to wake up and take over yet.
"Drink this," she said as she pressed a plain golden chalice to my lips. Where had she gotten that? I remembered the light that had passed between my body and hers, and thought, "Oh. Yeah, that makes sense." Water soothed my throat, which ached from my earlier cries. I eagerly drank my fill, ignoring the dribble that slid down my chin and neck. It felt good, washing away the salt where I was hot. I probably could have used a shower, but I wasn't much into going anywhere. The wetspot seemed fine to me.
We kissed, once more and deeply until I saw fire under my eyelids again. Then, in a moment of grace, I was prone upon dry silk once more. I snuggled into the bedding. She smiled kindly at me. "Rest. I've some ...reparations to make." I nodded, closing my eyes for a moment and felt the bed shift as her weight left it.
Ares had yet to move from where he'd been standing.
I peeked through heavy eyelids at the God, turning comfortably on my side to look. I hooked an arm beneath a pillow and moved so my head rested comfortably. He was beautiful. Ares was always gorgeous. Even when he was different and so bloody minded.
His arms were folded now, as if he had time for infinite patience. His expression had settled, though the anger was still there. I shouldn't have expected his ire to be gone just because *I* was feeling good, but for some reason I had.
There was dust on the floor where the shattered pottery had been. The dust covered him from the knees down, fine and white. It made the dark hairs on his calves and shin seem grey, but the rest of him on the upswing view, looked delightfully dark and thick. Once past handsome knees (and I have a thing for knees and their sensitive backs,) one could run their fingers along his thighs and find a delicious forest hiding a stout club at the apex. What I loved about him was that he had just enough hair to make things interesting, to provide that sweet punctuation of texture that made his body so wantable, so lickable.
I sighed with that thought, watching the circular motions Callisto's hips made as she walked. I licked my lips, and listened to the slide of her, both wet and solid. She was ready. That was good. I had a feeling she needed to be and I don't mean just in a sexed up kind of way. Callisto would need to be on her ..uhm..toes, as it were. The golden goddess was going to have to work for his forgiveness, this I could tell.
I watched as she approached him, careful of his stare but not submissive. They were longtime equals. His chest moved as if he were breathing. His feral gaze trailed the outline of her body, then back up, to look her in the eyes. There was only one part of him that moved in response, jerking slightly upward. No one seemed to notice but me, their willing audience.
She steadfastly approached him and did not turn away from the intensity of his furious stare. Finally she stopped, a pace away from him. There was silent communication, so intense that the lids of Ares' eyes dropped to a halflidded glare. His hand snapped out suddenly and he grabbed her to him. His wide hand pushed her neck and dug into platinum curls. I wondered if she could feel his nails. Their lips locked in a teethgrinding kiss that made me wince. Then, it softened, but just barely. Their unrestrained open kiss made my insides feel like water. I clenched the pillow to hold myself to the bed.
They needed this time.
The kiss slowed and became langorous. Callisto's hands were pressed against his chest. I saw one move down and down through chest hairs and past the belly. Her hand was deliberate in its caress, in the seeking of his flesh. I could see the sheen to her fingers and knew that I wasn't seeing sweat, but rather my own juice covering the flat of his abdomen like saltysweet paint. After what seemed like forever, her hand finally found its prize and she circled him, rubbing him wet with what was left (surely not much).
He pulled her head away from the kiss roughly and growled out, "You Bitch." The words sent an unexpected shiver through my spine.
She smiled toothily, not quite repentantly, but not quite not. "Yours," she acknowledged and submitted herself, tilting her head away, as his teeth snapped near her jugular. He licked her there, under her chin, as his hand claimed it's own prize of her breast. Then nipped and squeezed at the same time, causing her to yelp and back a little. He used his arm to hold her tight to him however...and she never lost her own grip.
My free hand rested on my hip and my fingers twitched in sympathy. I reminded myself that I was resting and stilled them. There was a sweet new scent in the room, an odor that Gods give off when they make love. Part ambrosia and roses, I think. I wondered, briefly, if Ares and Callisto were going to discorporate, or keep their physical forms...the scent was intense, wild and fruity as if they might. My almost dry cunt began to wake up again, just from the smell alone. But I remembered that while Callisto was ...charged up again...Ares..OH yes...Ares...
He pulled her face away from his and pressed his forearm down upon her shoulders. She bent, stealing kisses along the path her hand had made, until her face hovered above the shaft of him. She dipped, placing a light kiss upon him. His free hand covered hers. "Open wide," he said. And she did, putting up a mock resistance, but taking him deep and full in her lovely mouth. She surrounded him with a sweet expertise that I fully appreciated. That mouth, I knew full well, could do startling things. Not the least of which was take in the God to the hilt. Her hands now clutched his buttocks, digging in, as he groaned appreciatively into her. His hands were around her head. They started moving.
You know, you would think that watching Gods make love would be something all light and airy. I mean, it is, when they're discorparate. That can be a bit like watching sparkling rainbows collide and reform and orgasming along with it (sometimes), but...when they take their physical form...it's so...so...human. It's Fleshy, with all those succulent noises and hot little scents, that make up the body. It's as if, even they acknowledge, there are some things that are most appreciated in a physical form....though I wonder sometimes if they feel things the way we do. I mean, we are talking about a people that can pull arrows out of their chest and laugh, as if it tickles.
Who knows, but that it might, for them. They feel, I know, but *how* they feel....is the question I have. But, in loving, it's as if they are all there. As if they are totally present with each other, feeling, however it translates,--with all they've got.
Ares eyes were closed, almost the whole time, as he thrust and pulled back and thrust again. I don't know *what* she was doing to him, but he was making short grunting noises of pleasure that just had me squirming. I thought sure he was going to let loose right there.
But he didn't.
Instead, just as I thought he was going to climax, he pulled her roughly away from his crimsoned rod and roughly lifted her up until she, who was shorter than he, was standing on her tiptoes. "Oh no you don't. You don't get it *that* easy." The next thing I knew he was strong arming her towards the bed with an intent expression on his face.
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