The Love of War

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters that I'm currently messing with. They belong to Renaissance Pictures. I write because I have a taste for alpha males and tight leather.

WARNING: The following chapter has a dominance/submission scene. If that isn't your thing and you're still reading my story, then you really haven't been paying attention.

The Love of War, Chapter 11

Cupid, God of War, Champion of Olympus, Slayer of Armies got to savor the feeling of the woman in his arms for all of ten seconds before a familiar voice shattered the mood.

"Daddy!" Bliss' shrill childish voice split the air and the patter of tiny feet and flapping wings sounded down the hall.

"Forgot to make arrangements before our game?" Jessie grinned. Her future lover slanted her a look that told he didn't see the humor in this. Cupid turned her loose and bent to catch his wriggling son as he came through the door. Cupid straightened with his son still in his grip.

"Who's that?" Bliss asked from the security of his father's arms. Cupid was at a slight loss for words, apparently never having to introduce his lovers before.

"I'm Jessie." She saved him.

"You're pretty." Bliss said with childish candor.

"Thank you." She smiled at the tiny god. "So are you. You look just like your dad."

"Thanks!" The little god preened. Then he turned to his father. "Daddy, Greagus was chewing on my bow again."

"Did you leave it out?" Cupid asked his son with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, yeah." He admitted.

"Then you can't really blame Greagus too much, can you? That's what happens when you leave things where he can get them." Cupid's mind was working frantically. Could he drop his son with his dad for a whole week? Could either of them stand that long of a separation? Maybe he could flash over when Jessie was sleeping. The last time that he'd had a week long sexfest had been before Bliss was born and he hadn't had to make these kind of plans.

"Did you have a good time with Aunt Harmonia today?"

"Yes. But she's not as fun as Grandpa."

"Why don't we go see Grandpa right now?"

"'Kay!" Bliss squirmed to the floor and dashed out of the room.

"Greagus?" Jessie asked.

"My dog." He explained. "Listen, I am going to drop off Bliss with my dad and then I'll be back. Don't leave the room. I have plans for you."

"Don't leave the room? But-" Cupid silenced her by laying his finger over her lips. Then he leaned forward and took her mouth hard, exploring her with ruthless intensity. When he lifted his head, she was breathing hard.

"Mine for a week," he reminded her. "This is an order." He turned and started to follow his son out the door. Just before he went through, he looked at her over his wing.

"You might want to use this opportunity to limber up." He smirked and was gone.

She looked around. Black and red seemed to be his favorite color scheme. A large bed dominated the room. It was huge, with large posts at every corner. It was covered in blood red silk with a large black fur over it. Each post on the bed had a large iron ring hanging from the top. Richly embroidered cushions were scattered over the top. She kept one hand on a bed post while she took in the rest of the room.

A large tapestry dominated one wall with a scene of battle. Cupid was laying death around himself in the middle of an army. Whoever did the tapestry was good, because they caught the feeling of being on the battlefield pretty well. Death and pain were clearly pictured as well as the fact that the God of War was clearly enjoying himself. There was a shelf on one wall filled with maps and scrolls. Fur rugs were scattered with rich red woven rugs that almost looked Persian. There was a few of Bliss' toys littered the floor, but not much other furniture. Just the bed. Except for the toys, the whole room screamed "Dominant".

His for a whole week. The submissive part of her nature was purring and her knees gave out. Jessie sat hard on the bed and lifted a trembling hand to her lips. Then, she reasoned that if she was going to be having sex with a god, maybe limbering up wasn't a bad idea.

She pulled the long tunic over her head and braided her still damp hair. Her bath seemed a year ago, not ten minutes. She went to the center of the room and began stretching, like she was about to start a match because when Cupid returned, the match was on.

Ares only kept the wicked sparkle out of his eyes because he had advance warning. He'd been watching when Jessie and Cupid tossed the dice and he couldn't help but laugh when his son transported them home, forgetting that Bliss was waiting for him.

Ares had immediately flashed to his study, sat down at his desk, and was pretending to read a petition when Cupid and Bliss arrived in a rush of red sparks.

He put a politely inquiringly expression on his face when he looked up from his scroll.

"What can I do for you, son?"

"Can you watch Bliss for awhile?"

"Sure." He grinned. "How long?"

"A week."

"That long?" Ares didn't have to fake the astonishment in his voice. Cupid had never left Bliss with anyone, including him, for so long.

"I'll come by and see him, but I'm going to be-involved for a bit."

"Catching up on work?" Ares asked innocently.

"Seeing to the completion of a conquest." Ares hid a grin at the way his son was answering the question without really answering it.

"Sure, I'll keep him. Won't it be fun to have a sleep over with me, Bliss?" He asked his grandson with a smile. The smile turned into a grin at Bliss' enthusiastic nod. Ares, Demos, and Phobos taught his grandson all sorts of innocent mischief that he could get into without hurting other people. The God of Love was a master at it, and Passion and Pleasure were artists themselves.

"You sure that you don't mind?" An unfamiliar feeling of guilt was nagging at Cupid. Even at his most involved, he'd never left Bliss for more than a couple of days.

"It's fine, Cupid." Ares assured his son. "Go to it." Really go to it.

Cupid knelt down in front of his son. "You be good for Grandpa, Bliss. I'll see you in a couple of days."

"I'll be fine, Daddy." Bliss told him in a very serious tone. Then his normal mischievous sparkle lit his eyes. "Gran'pa and I will have lots of fun."

"I'm sure that you will." Cupid said wryly. At least if Ares got Bliss on another sugar rush, he'd be the one that had to deal with it.

Cupid watched as Ares came around the desk and took Bliss' hand.

"We'll be fine, son. Go see to your conquering." Please see to your conquering, the sooner the better. Conquer a lot. Conquer often. Conquer as you have never conquered before.

Ares and Bliss cheerfully waved Cupid away. Ares grinned at his grandson. Cupid kissed his son and flashed out.

"Let's go have some fun while your dad goes to work."


Cupid flashed quietly to the doorway of his bedroom and watched for a moment while Jessie stretched. Interesting, she had taken his advice. She'd braided her hair, he noted sourly. He wanted it loose. He wanted to wrap it around his fist while he plundered her mouth. He realized that he could do all that and more. She was his for a week.

Seven days. It already didn't seem long enough. Well, he had seven days to convince her to give herself to him totally. At least until he tired of her.

Cupid kept himself absolutely still as he watched Jessie stretch. He had planned an elaborate seduction that would emphasize his domination over her, maybe something akin to the dream that she'd had that first night in his temple. But, as he watched the smooth pull of her muscles and the bold tracing of black on her back, he realized that he wouldn't have the patience or self-control for that, not for their first time.

Jessie was facing away from him, bending over and slowly sliding her feet apart until she was almost in a split. Cupid swallowed roughly and took a firm grip on his dwindling self-control. He could wait until she pulled herself out of that stretch, he assured himself.

Damn, his leathers were chafing.

She pushed herself out of the stretch, still facing away from him. The long rope of her braid marred the picture of her tattoo. Her buttocks flexed as she rose from that uncomfortable position. Cupid couldn't hold back a growl.

Jessie whirled around to face him. And, like a paleontologist facing a living T-rex, she froze. Her eyes grew wide at the expression of stark hunger on his face. He stalked forward and yanked her naked form to his chest for a ruthless kiss. He plundered her mouth, feeding at her lips like he was trying to gain sustenance from them. She was too stunned to react for a moment, but she was able to tentatively put her arms around him. He continued exploring her mouth for a minute, then he roughly set her away from him.

"Unbind your hair. I want it loose." He ordered.

Jessie lifted a slightly trembling hand around her back and caught hold of her braid. She combed her fingers through the length of it, leaving it loose as he ordered. She stood in front of him, naked save for the shining length of hair. Her nipples were erect, taunting him with their pebbled tips.

Control, he chanted to himself, just a little control. She isn't going anywhere.

Jessie had to physically stop herself from trying to cover her breasts with her hands. She had a feeling that the God of War wouldn’t like it and she wasn't willing to chance it when he was looking at her like a hawk who had spied a quivering hare. He was standing there, the waves of alpha male just rolling off of him and hitting her right between the legs. Even the difference of her standing there naked while he was still fully clothed was tripping every submissive trigger in her subconscious. Of course, the fact that he was fully clothed in tight black leather wasn't helping. Not at all. Not one little bit. Her nipples tightened again under his hungry gaze.

The last reaction proved too much for him. As much as he wanted to reinforce his domination, he couldn't hold back his ravenous appetite any more. He hauled her up into his arms, almost bumping her head with one of his wings. Jessie could feel the imprint of his leather vest against her naked skin. He tossed her in the center of his bed. She bounced for a moment and then rolled to her knees. She crawled over to him and reached for the fastenings on his vest. He knocked her hands away.

"Did I say that you could move?" He snarled. Cupid knew that he wasn't going to be able to enact any of the scenarios that he had planned right now, but he could set the tone for the duration of her visit.

Jessie froze again and flushed. She crouched down on the bed and bowed her head.

"No, you didn't." She whispered. Her belly clenched in need at this first show of dominance.

Cupid put a finger under her chin and raised her face until she was looking at him.

"'No you didn't', what?" He purred.

"No, you didn't say that I could move, my Lord."

"That's right, Jessie. I am your Lord. For the next seven days, you will do anything that I say." He brushed the hair off her face.

"Yes, my Lord." She agreed with a swallow.

"Now, lay back in the position that I put you in." He ordered. He was slightly mollified at her immediate compliance. Jessie laid back in the center of the bed with her knees parted. Cupid had just enough control of his hunger to slowly unfasten his vest under her hungry eyes. He undid the side fastenings and pulled the whole thing over his wing bases and his head. He could have just banished it to his closet, but the sight of her hungry gaze as he bared his flesh was a boon to the ego that she had scratched at with her rebuffs. He was tempted to keep his breeches on and fuck her with them just open, but he knew that he couldn't bear anything separating her skin from his, not this first time.

"Grip the headboard," he instructed. "And don't let your hands come down."

Jessie raised her hands and held on while the God of War unfastened his belt and the front of his breeches. His impressive cock sprang free and for a moment, Cupid just sat there and preened. She could feel herself swallow roughly at his impressive length and girth. How was that going to fit inside her?

"It will fit." He answered her unspoken question. It didn't take his Olympian senses or powers to read that expression on her face.

Cupid waved a hand and the breeches and boots were gone. He knelt on the bed and spread his wings so that they framed him. She tried to swallow again, but her mouth had gone dry. This beautiful being wanted her. This beautiful, bloodthirsty being had schemed to get her. A simple toss of the dice and she was his. The thought of that dazzled her. Jessie tightened her hold on the wood above her. It was hard not to reach for the god that owned her for the next week. She could feel wetness seep between her thighs.

Cupid leaned over and spread her legs wider with an impatient jerk of his hands. He came down on top of her and rubbed his cock against her folds. Then he bent and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He licked and bit until she was squirming under him. Squirming was good, but he wanted her screaming. He switched breasts and reached over to toy with the damp nipple that his mouth had just left while the other one plumped up the breast under his mouth. He played with her breasts and heard her heartbeat speed up. His cock was getting slick with her juices.

His palm slid down from the wet nipple that he had been toying with to caress down her stomach. Then, it slid between their bodies to rub the nubbin at the apex of her thighs. It was hard and distended. Her little shriek at his first stroke was music as sweet as he had ever heard. His eyes peered up from her chest to see Jessie biting her lower lip to keep from screaming.

"No!" Cupid growled. "I want to hear you react to everything that I am doing to you."

The lip came free from her teeth, plump and wet. Her stricken look at him stripping her of that little measure of self control was a balm to his pride. Her gasp at his probing fingers was another. Wetness gushed over his fingers and her whole body arched when he bit her nipple.

Cupid let Jessie see his gloating smile when he reached between their bodies and guided his cock into her. Her eyes widened and Cupid gritted his teeth at having to force her flesh to accept each inch with excruciating slowness. Soundless gasps were coming from her throat, as though she was incapable of vocalization. Zeus, she was tight. Tight and wet. Jessie was tossing her head on the pillows and her strong legs wrapped themselves around his hips. He flexed his buttocks and crammed the last few inches in.

He wanted to savor that first instant of her wrapped around his cock, but he couldn't. Something about this mortal tested his self-control. And while his dominant nature was telling him to just lay there for a moment and let Jessie feel his first domination, his hunger for the unusual woman was overriding his instincts.

Fuck her first. He had seven days to conquer her.

He started to move. Just flexing of his hips at first, but as her channel became used to being stretched, he started to pound. Her heels were digging into his butt and her moans were turning to screams. He felt her nails bite into his shoulders when she let go to brace herself against him. He reared up.

"Hands!" He bit out. "Put them back on the headboard!" She whimpered and complied.

The muscles of her arms were standing out as she pulled on the solid bit of furniture above her. She was close to climax. So close. He stopped moving. She could feel a frustrated scream tearing itself out of her.

Jessie forced her eyes to focus on the male above her. She let her eyes plead with him to finish.

"You want to come, Jessie?" He grinned savagely. She nodded frantically. His aching cock was also begging him to continue, but he had to make sure that Jessie understood the personal dynamic in this room.

"Y-yyy-yes." Coherent speech was hard at this point. She tried to focus.

"Does this body belong to me?" He ran a hand down the outside of her thigh. She nodded again. "Then your climaxes belong to me too."

She closed her eyes and nodded her assent. Because her eyes were closed, she didn't see the satisfaction come into his face.

"Ask me to let you come." He ordered. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him.

"Please." She whispered. Her throat was dry from her panting and screams.

"Please, what?"

"Please, let me come." The words shouldn't come so naturally to her tongue.

"'Please, let me come', what?" He needed those words on her lips.

"Please let me come, my Lord." She tightened her legs around his hips.

"I shouldn't." He mused. "You were bad and let your hands come down. I should make you wait as punishment for disobeying me." She didn't know that his cock was not going to let him stay motionless for very much longer.

"Please, my Lord." Jessie whimpered. "I didn't mean to let go. I'm sorry."

"Alright." Cupid allowed. "Just this once, I'll let it go."

He began to move again. His thrusts pounded into her and he could feel the tiny tremors of her approaching orgasm. She was biting her lip again, trying to stave off her orgasm. Guttural groans were coming from her throat and her eyes were getting a bit desperate.

"You may come, Pet." He smiled. Her legs tightened around him and she screamed. There was a look of wonder in her eyes as she looked up at him. That look in her eyes allowed him to regain a little bit of his control. He kept thrusting and extended her orgasm until her legs fell from around his waist. Only when her hands slackened their hold on the headboard because Jessie was too limp to keep her grip, did he allow himself to spend.

Cupid collapsed on top of her. He was pleased that although her grip had loosened, her hands didn't come down. She stayed stretched out beneath him with her eyes closed and her breath coming in and out in gasps. He reached up and took her hands from the wood above. He wound them around his neck and rolled them onto their sides with his
cock still inside of her. He slid his hand into her chestnut hair and snuggle her head under his chin. The day’s ride and now his possession had caught up with her, she was starting to slide into sleep and he let her. His hunger was temporarily assuaged. He'd let her catch her breath before he started with the planned scenarios.

A week to conquer her, hmmmm. He could do it.

~~~~Sorry, guys, but the chapters will be coming a little slower. I have a new job and I'm getting acclimated. I'll still keep writing, though. I won't leave you hanging!

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