The Switch

THE SWITCH 11

PART ELEVEN

 

 

Ares
left the temple again that evening. He
told Tori that he could feel the presence of the enemy getting closer and he
wanted to check into it further. Tori
joined her two new friends that she had met in the gardens that day for a light
supper and some more girl talk.
However, once dinner was over, the two priestesses retired for the
evening, and left Tori alone with only her thoughts to keep her company.

 

She
went out into the gardens and took her sword along to sharpen and polish. Earlier, she had noticed a stone bench in a
clearing, near a small pond. Without
any tree’s to cast a shadow and with the moon in its full course, she had
plenty of light to work under.

 

As
she sat, she thought about what she had to do, her part in this little game
that she and Ares had put together.
There would be no room for error.
If it didn’t work, it would most likely be her death. And as fond as Ares seemed to be of her, she
sincerely doubted that he would intervene on hehalfhalf, should she fail.

 

A
partnership with the God of War was nowhere close to the kind of partnership
she once had with Cal, Snake, and Sly.
They would have risked their lives if they thought she was in any
danger. But with Ares, it really was a
one-sided deal, even though they were fighting on the same side. Just like it had been with Cupid. It was “us” and “we” only when it served his
purpose to include her. But those words
could have easily been substituted with “I” and “me” and he would have obtained
the same end. She suspected the same to
be true with her new god, as well.

 

She
sighed, knowing how important it was that she succeeded with this. How this turned out would surly determine
her fate, which direction the remainder of her life would go.


She
finished polishing her sword and set it to the side. Staring up at the stars, she wished that Ares would hurry and get
back. She hadn’t spent this much time
alone since she arrived in this realm and her thoughts were beginning to stress
her out. But when the war god was
around, her mind seemed to be filled only with thoughts of him. It was almost like he kept her sane. She envisioned their earlier session of
getting it on, and wanted so badly to be in his strong arms right then.

 

Suddenly,
a wave of emotion hit her like a brick.
For the first time since she learned the boys were really gone, she
realized how truly alone she was. Cupid
had taken away the thing she held most precious to her heart – the love of her
family. And she had been so angry about
being duped by him, she hadn’t allowed herself time to grieve – really grieve.

 

She
not only missed her adopted family, but also her home, and even found that she
missed Iolaus, too. She knew she would
not likely see him again after he saw her with Ares. The pain in his eyes revealed a volume of disappointment in
her. It was for the best, she
tried to tell herself. There would be
no room for anyone else in her life now, except Ares. He would have to be the center of her world, her sole lover and
confidant, her universe. He would not
have it any other way.

 

Everything
sunk in at once. All of the recent
events of her life on both sides of the universe crashed together in her
mind. She became overwhelmed,
devastated by her loss, and cried. She
bawled for so long and so hard that she eventually cried herself into
exhaustion, and passed out on the cold stone bench in the garden with her sword
at her foot.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

Ares found Tori in the
garden when he returned later that evening.
He picked her up and disappeared, reappearing in his chambers, and set
her down on the bed. She barely stirred
and remained sound asleep, so he covered her with a blanket. He went to the table with some maps he
acquired while he was gone and sat down.

 

He was aware that Tori
experienced a torrent of strong emotions that caused her to become this
way. And, unlike what Iolaus thought,
he did feel compassion for his young warrior woman. He even thought about taking away her pain, but then decided
against it. Her pain was part of what
fueled her hatred of Cupid and her need for revenge. He needed her to hang on to that hatred if this plan was going to
work. Hatred can be such a driving
force. Maybe when it was all over . . .

 

After studying the maps and
some other important scrolls for a few hours, Ares thought himself naked and
joined Tori in bed. He was getting
worked up over the anticipation of what was to come, and he always got horny
when he was excited like this. She
stirred when he got in, immediately snuggling up to his warm body, and slid an
arm around his thick abdomen. With her
copious bosom pressed against his chest and smell of roses coming from her
hair, Ares’ cock instantly got hard.

 

He started to slowly caress
her back, running his hand over the “V” of her shoulder blades and down through
the small of her back until he reached her buttocks. He squeezed a mound of plump flesh as he drew her even closer to
his body. Soon enough, her hand was
lazily moving over his chest through the mass of soft, dark hair. Her fingers found a nipple and only when she
stopped to pinch it, did he realize that she was awake.

 

He pulled her face to his
mouth, devouring her lips passionately.
He snaked his tongue inside, demanding her attention, her lust. She playfully bit and sucked it further
inside, growling slightly. He rolled
them over so he was on top of her and kissed her with conviction. His hands flowed over her supple skin, down
her sides and into the valley between her legs. She was already wet and hot for him and she moaned and arched her
back when he flicked a finger over her sensitive bud.

 

Ares smiled sexily at her
response, his eyes slowly examining her form, admiring the beautiful curvature
of her body. He felt his cock become
even harder still. Gods, she was just
right. Not thin as a stick. Not big as a cow. Just perfect, in his opinion.
She had strong, muscular legs and arms, yet she had plenty to hold on to
in her hips and ass, and a great set of knockers. He desired her greatly, and wanted to lose himself in the
pleasures of her flesh, to merge his body with hers.

 

He removed his hand from
between her thighs and quickly licked his fingers. A faint “Mmmm” escaped his lips.
Then both hands moved to her breasts, pinching the nipples, squeezing
the abundant peaks, massaging them. He
lowered his head to one and licked around it, starting from the underside and
moved in a circle, reducing the size of the rotation until he reached the
hardened, pink nipple. He sucked it and
bit it, teased it with his velvety tongue until she was begging for him to fuck
her.

 

He returned his lips to her
mouth to silence her cries to be taken.
Her words were flaming his ardor and he wanted to control the situation,
but wouldn’t be able to for much longer if she continued to entice him that
way. She grabbed the sides of his head,
combing her fingers through his thick, rich hair, occasionally taking fistfuls
of it to pull him harder against her mouth.
She bit on his lower lip and pushed her tongue inside his mouth, her
need caused ho beo become more and more aggressive with the god.

 

He made a wet trail of
sensuous busses back to her breasts and attended to the one he had missed
earlier. She moaned sexily and started
grinding her hips against his body. He
held her hips down to keep her still.
Then he continued to make a wet trail over her stomach, pausing to delve
his tongue into her belly button, and moved to lie between her legs. She could feel his hot breath tickling her
pussy hairs, as his head got closer to her nether lips.

 

He
pushed her knees to her chest and slipped his hands under her buttocks. At first he just gazed upon her sex and
teased her by lightly blowing over it, taking in her scent. He was driving her crazy. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to scoot
herself closer to his face. He chuckled
and looked up at her with seductive eyes.
Then he dove down into her pussy and started teasing her clit with his
tongue. He licked around it in a circle
and grazed it with his teeth or would completely suck it into his mouth while
flicking his tongue over it quickly.
Her pussy became flooded in her juice and he moved his tongue down
further to her hole and drank in the sweet elixir. He curled his tongue into a roll and pushed it as far as he could
into her pussy, fucking her until she came.
She screamed his name over and over, shoved his face further into her
cunt and clamped her legs around his head.
Her entire body tingled and she responded sensitively to the touch of
his hands moving over her legs and hips.
Finally he came up for air, with the biggest grin she had ever seen him
sport.


He
crawled on top of her and gave her a taste of herself from his lips. She greedily kissed him, licking her juice
from his trimmed moustache and beard.
He pressed his achingly hard cock against her opening but refused to
enter her just yet. He enjoyed teasing
her too much and knew that she would beg him for it soon enough.

 

She
kept rolling her hips against him, trying to make him enter her, until she
finally couldn’t take it any longer.

 

“Ares,
please, fuck me. You’re driving me
crazy. I want you so bad. Please, Master, please fuck me,” she begged
with pleading eyes.

 

He
just smiled smugly and then pushed his cock all the way inside of her
warmth. Immediately she closed her eyes
and moaned. Arching her back and
meeting every thrust he made. He had
started off quickly, but the slowed his pace to a near crawl, pulling almost
completely out of her and then plunging back in with massive force. He leaned back some, holding her legs spread
by the knees and watched his perfect god-cock vanish into her cunt and then
reappear. It was hot looking and
watching seemed to intensify the feeling for the god.

 

His
body began to tighten and his gorgeous, chiseled chest expanded beautifully
with each breath he took, showing off his muscles. His buns hardened each time he pumped inside of her and the hair
around his forehead and temples became wet with his sweat and stuck to his skin. Tori looked upon the god with total awe. He was the most masculine and sexy creature
she had ever laid eyes upon. And he was
giving her pleasure beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

 

As
Ares drew closer to his release, he buried his head in the bountiful bosom,
licking the sweat from between her breasts.
He started to cum, and pulled her tightly against him, wrapping his
massive arms around her body, wanting to be as deep inside of her as
possible. His thrusts became short and
quick as his pelvis slammed hard against hers.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on for the ride.

 

Then
she saw his face change as he released his seed within her. His eyes shut tightly and he clenched his
teeth and then bit on his lower lip.
Beads of water ran down the sides of his face and he let out a loud
groan. She could feel his cock pulsing
inside of her pussy, shooting fire against the tender walls. It set off her own orgasm and she writhed
and trembled in the gods arms as he stilled himself inside of her and just
watched her cum.

They
were both out of breath and drenched in sweat when they finished. He withdrew from her, laid down on the bed,
and roughly pulled her to his side, encircled his arms around her again. They had barely spoken, except in the heat
of passion. No words had needed to be
said; their passion for one another had said it all.

 

“Cupid
must have brain damage,” he whispered, more to himself than to Tori.

 

He
caught her attention. “What was that,
lover?”

 

He
took her chin and turned her face so he could stare her in the eyes. “You are invigorating. I haven’t enjoyed being with a woman this
much in quite awhile.” He kissed her,
lightly tracing her lips with his tongue and then withdrew and rested his head
on the pillow. He kept one arm around
her so she couldn’t move away from him.


 

“Thank
you, my Lord,” she said softly, rubbing her head on his chest. “I think rather
highly of you, too!” She smiled.

 

“Get
some rest. We have a big day tomorrow,”
he ordered gently.

 

“Yes,
Lord.”

 

She
closed her eyes, secure in the comfort of his arms, and fell asleep almost
instantly. She slept peacefully,
without the intrusion of the nightmares that had recently haunted her.

 

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

Morning
arrived all too soon for Tori. When she
awoke Ares was already out of bed and back studying his maps again. She yawned and stretched her arms, and
smiled at the god sitting at the table.

 

“Good
morning, my Lord.”

 

He
smiled back, “Good morning, my little tigress.
Did you sleep well?”

 

“Like
a rock. Much better than I did the
night before. I feel wonderful today!”
she said cheerfully.

 

“Good,
I’m glad you are rested. Today is the
day and I want you to be at your best.”

 

She
nodded in agreement.

 

“Well,
we have a few thing to go over this morning, so I will go and have one of my servants
bring your breakfast while you get dressed.”

 

“Yes,
Lord. As you wish,” she said as she
rose from the bed.

 

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

Later that morning, after
Tori had dressed and ate, she caught up with Ares in the throne room. He was studying his scrolls and maps again
and discussing strategies with a couple of rough looking men Tori assumed were
warlords or generals of his. He
dismissed them both as soon as Tori entered the room.

 

“Tori, my dear, I’m glad
you are here. I’d like you to take a
look at this and give me your input about how to address the situation,” he
said as he motioned to the layout of papers on a large table.

 

She walked over and rested
her hands on top of the table, leaned against them and began to study the
maps.

 

“I don’t mean to sound ignorant,
my Lord, nor will I lie to make myself look good. So, could you tell me, please, what am I looking at?”

 

“This is a map of the
entire region of Greece and where it lies in reference to Israel, where it has
been said the great light will emerge from.
I’ve been thinking about placing armies along this border here, with
command posts located here, here, and here.”
Ares traced along Greece’s border with his finger and then pointed to
three different spots along that same border.
“That way if anyone tries to cross over into Greece from the west or the
north, my men will be there to stop them.”

 

Tori paid close attention
to what the god was telling her. It
seemed like a solid enough defense.

 

“I think that is wise, my
Lord. But what about this region
here? If they are determined enough to
pass, they could brave the harsh terrain of the mountains and bypass your men
altogether.” She pointed to a range of
small hills, that Ares had left unprotected.

 

“Those mountains are
treacherous, Tori. Nobody willingly
would attempt to travel through them.
Everyone veers around to one side or another to get to the other side,”
he said, rather knowingly.

 

“Yes, I understand that,
Ares, but if this enemy of yours is as powerful as you think, he will have
loyal and devoted followers that would endure any situation that might be
presented. What makes you think that
they would not attempt it, after discovering that the road on either side is
guarded? If they were determined enough
to enter Greece, they might just do that.
I know I would, if I want to get to the other side badly enough.”

 

“Good point! When I had shown my men the same layout
before you arrived, neither one of them even acknowledged the mountains. My soldiers and warlords have become
supercilious and lazy. I know that they
would never attempt to pass through the mountains themselves. It is much too difficult a task for them to
follow through. But you have presented
it in such a way that makes complete sense from a god’s point of view. You think on such a higher level, my
dear. I’m impressed!”

 

The sleek smile he gave her
told her that he was pleased with her answer.
He casually moved to a window and gazed out over the vast
landscape. Tori stayed where she was
and studied the maps some more. There
were a few minutes of silence, and then the god spoke, his back was to her as
he continued to look out the window.

 

“It’s time, Tori. Are you ready?”

 

“Yes, Master. I’m ready,” she said through and exhaled
sigh.

 

He turned from the window
to look at her. His eyebrows raised in
slight doubt. “Are you sure? You only get one try.”

 

She stared back at the
handsome god, trying to look confident.
“I know. I will not fail you, my Lord.”

 

He slowly walked to her and
embraced her. “It is not in your nature
to fail, my dear.”

 

 

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

 

A short time later, Ares
and Tori entered the gardens together.

 

“Are you sure you can
handle this? Hercules may not be a full
god, but his is rather strong and a good fighter.”

 

“How many times do I have
to tell you this, War God? I am a
warrior. I trained with the best and I
can take him down for you. You just
better keep up your end of the deal and open the vortex for me so I can go
home.”

 

“Don’t worry, my dear. If you kill Hercules, I’ll be sure that you
get back home. You have my word on
this,” Ares said seductively.

 

“Where’s the dagger? I’m going to need the dagger, you know.”

 

“You may have been taught
to fight, but you certainly weren’t taught any patience or manners.” Ares grabbed Tori by the upper arm. “You will speak to me with respect,
woman. Do you understand?”

 

Tori pulled her arm from
his grasp. “Yeah, I understand. Let’s just get this over with, okay?” She glared at the god. “Then you won’t have to put up with me any
longer.”

 

Ares laughed and a dagger
with dried blood on the blade appeared in his hand. He handed it to her.
“Here,” he spat, “take it and
go. The sooner you kill him, the sooner
you won’t be my problem anymore.” He
turned and started to head back into the temple again. “Let ‘Cupid’ deal with you,” he said
sarcastically. “He’s the one who made
you a problem to begin with. You two
deserve each other.”

 

Tori’s eyes narrowed in
anger. “WHAT WAS THAT? DON’T YOU DARE MOCK MY GOD THAT WAY!” she
yelled at Ares.

 

Ares turned around
smirking. “God? Why, he’s hardly a god. He wanted me dead and didn’t even have the
balls to come and kill me himself. He
sent a mortal instead. A mortal woman!”
he laughed. “He is nothing compared to
my greatness. I am the true God of
War. Now, go on and play, little girl,
so you can go home,” he goaded.

 

“Don’t you talk about Cupid
like that,” she said as she rushed the arrogant god in front of her. She held the dagger tightly in her hand and,
in a split second, her instinct kicked in and she jabbed it into Ares’
side. She twisted the knife and then
withdrew it from him. Her hand was
covered in the god’s blood, as was the knife.

 

Ares’ eyes widened in
complete shock. He grabbed his side
with both hands, placing pressure on the wound. Stumbling back a couple s, he, he removed his hands and looked at
them in horror.

 

“You . . . you stabbed me,”
he said unbelievingly, falling to his knees on the ground in front of
Tori. Then he collapsed and died.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

On the other side of the
universe, Ares, God of Love, clutched his side as if a horrible pain just hit
him. He was sitting with Aphrodite,
debating love verses sex.

 

“What’s wrong, Are? Got heartburn?” she joked.

 

“I’m not sure. My side hurts and I feel rather dizz . . .”

 

He collapsed.

 

Aphrodite ran to his
side. “Ares, Ares are you all
right? Speak to me Ares.”

 

But he gave no
response. He was already dead.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

 

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