The Love of War

DISCLAIMER: I don't profit from my writing of fan fiction. I do not own any of the characters of the Hercules/Xena universe. They belong to Renaissance Pictures. If I owned the rights, I think that there would have been more episodes with Michael Hurst in drag as the Widow Twankle. He made one ugly woman, but it was hilarious to see the actor play the female coquette.

WARNING: The following chapter contains a bondage/discipline scene in it.

The Love of War, Chapter 12

Jessie sighed in her sleep and cuddled closer. Cupid ran a possessive hand down her back. He was laying on his back with Jessie snuggled against his side. Poor little mortal, she was just worn out. And she wasn't going to get a lot of sleep this week. His mind was already running through different scenarios to bind her to him. A week wasn't a whole lot of time and Jessie was pretty strong willed.

He hadn’t wanted to pull out when the first session was over. His lack of control where this mortal was concerned was a little disconcerting. He'd had a whole scene that he had wanted to play out for Jessie's first time in his bed, but once he'd had her in his bedroom, he had wanted her too bad to enact it. Hmmmn. Psyche hadn't affected him like this. Of course, his psychotic ex-wife had allured him with her bloodlust. Jessie had more control over her instincts than that. Witness the fact that he had to trick her into his bedroom instead of her just agreeing. Of course, it was also a point in her favor as well as a problem. On one hand, she wasn't using his attraction to her as a bargaining point or trying to use him to get status. On the other, it didn't give him much leverage with her.

And *where* had she come from? He should find that out. She didn't have the feel of someone who was used to viewing everyone as an enemy, but she certainly hadn't shield away from shedding blood when her life was at stake. And she was certainly not used to bowing to anyone as her lord, no matter how quickly those words had come to her lips in his bed. Was there an aristocracy where she was from and was she one of the elite? Jessie had certainly been respectful to and of Demetrius, but had that come from his position as High Priest, or was she just used to honoring old soldiers? The long legged woman in his arms was a mass of questions that just begged to be answered.

A week. Not a lot of time, especially to a being that measured time in millennia’s, but, he could work with it. He had pulled off some pretty impressive wars in a few days. All it took was planning and a little fearlessness. It was also plain that whoever had Jessie’s lovers been before hadn't given her a lot of pleasure or satisfaction. A week of intense orgasms could bind the bewitching mortal to him, right?

Maybe not. She could just view this as a sort of break or vacation. Seven days with an Olympian lover and then go back to her life. Seven days wasn’t long for a mortal either. But, seven days could change your life.

This week was definitely going to change hers. She was lovely, intelligent, and ruthless enough when faced with an enemy, but polite and attentive too. Cupid kept thinking about those sessions with Demetrius and Nikos. She had given both soldiers her complete attention and hadn’t blasted them with her temper when she had been annoyed at their assumption that she couldn’t read. That showed a lot of self discipline and respect. Psyche wouldn’t have been so polite or respectful. She would have accepted any gifts from the men as her due. She had been used to the fact that her looks usually got her what she wanted. Jessie had been uncomfortable about accepting so much gear from near strangers. Except the weapons; she hadn’t quibbled about them giving her weapons which showed a practical streak. When Psyche had been his mortal consort, she had been greedy in accepting anything she could get. She had also been rude and insolent to his generals. Jessie, he knew, would always be polite. Even when she despised them.

Should he be thinking of anything permanent? He was already thinking of having Jessie at his immediate disposal for the rest of her life. He was thinking of ways to get her to pledge herself to him, to consecrate herself to War. His last relationship with a mortal woman hadn’t ended so well. But, Jessie was *so* different from his ex.

Cupid realized that he shouldn’t compare the two of them. Psyche and Jessie were so completely different that there was no comparison. Jessie was lovely, but she couldn’t compete with Psycho for sheer beauty. Psyche would throw tantrums, but Jessie had the self-discipline not even to let his priests know that she had been annoyed. Jessie had blown him off that first couple of nights when Psyche had jumped into his bed at the first sign of his interest. Psyche hadn’t been the least bit submissive, even when she had been mortal, but he knew that Jessie would drop to her knees at his slightest command in his bedroom. Cupid didn’t think that that would carry out of the bedroom though. He was pretty sure that Jessie would have the same sassy attitude outside the bedroom once her week of submission was over. And, most telling of all, Jessie had named her horse and was seriously missing her dog. Psyche didn’t let herself get permanently attached to anything or anyone. Not to him, not even to their son. Jessie would be loyal, he could feel it.

Jessie sighed her sleep and rubbed her nose against his chest. She threw one arm over his torso like she was afraid that he would get away while she was sleeping. He smirked and ran a finger along her spine. It was a good thing that he could lay on his wings, because he really liked this position. He didn’t pull the covers over them; instead he cupped the wing that she was laying on around her, using his feathers to keep her warm.

*Rest while you can, Little One, he thought. Sleep is going to be in very short supply for the next week.*


Ares looked at the blank mirror and waited for his former lover to join him. This mirror was special. When he and Aphrodite had started having kids, he had Morpheous forge a mirror that would let him spy on his children without them knowing about it. He rarely used it anymore, preferring to let his kids have their privacy and at least be able to sense when someone was looking in on them. It was getting a lot of use since the Fates handed down that prophecy. He was a tiny bit uncomfortable with peeking in on his grown children, but this situation with Jessie was a special case and he couldn’t afford to let Cupid know that Dad was checking up on him.

He had a feeling that the Big Bad would be Not Amused to know that he could be spied upon in his own bedroom.

Bliss was down for his afternoon nap so the room was quiet. Ares called the image of his son and their potential savior to the mirror. Oh, good. They were done for now. He didn’t need to see his eldest in the middle of coitus; he’d be tempted to give Cupid some pointers. Jessie’s body was hidden from view by Cupid’s snowy wing. He zoomed in on her face and saw that Jessie was asleep and his son was wearing the look on his face that he usually sported when a siege had been successfully completed, but the war wasn’t over.

Aphrodite popped into the room behind him.

“Is she pregnant yet?” She peered at the entwined figures from over his shoulder. He willed the picture to expand.

“I don’t know. I just looked in and you’re better at catching that then I am.” He said, moving over so that she could get a better look.

Aphrodite stepped closed to the mirror, let her eyes unfocus for a moment and her expression blank. Then, she blinked and shook her head.

“Not yet.” The Goddess of Marriage and Childbirth sighed.

“Is it the right time of her woman’s cycle to get pregnant?” Ares was familiar enough with women to be able to ask that question. He was the God of Love and he had a twin sister. Not to mention the fact that the mother of most of his children was the Goddess of Childbirth.

“Not quite,” Aphrodite peered at the mirror again. “But, it’s not far off.”

“She only lost a week to him.” Ares pointed out.

“I hardly think that Cupid is going to tire of her so soon.” Aphrodite tossed back. “Not after that performance with the apple. Besides, Eris told me about what she did with that daydream. Now that that little notion is swimming around in his brain, I don’t think that our son is going to let it go without having both of them. And right now, he’s not going to share her.”

“You’re right, Sis.” Ares said with a relieved smile. “It will take a few time with Jessie to satisfy that possessive streak, but he’ll start to think about it soon enough.”

“Do you think that Jessie will refuse Cupid her bed after the week is over?” She asked, concerned.

“No, from what I saw of her aura, she’s too loyal to give her body over and over again without feeling something. Even if it started out with a bet, by the end of the week, she’ll have started to care for him.” He nodded at the picture of the two of them in the mirror. “Look at her body language, even in sleep.”

“And is Cupid already getting possessive?” Aphrodite cocked her head at the sight of the entwined lovers. Jessie was in a possessive posture. But the encouraging thing was the sight of Cupid covering her with his wing instead of a blanket. His feathers were a much more personal source of warmth. And her son still had his arms around their potential savior. That was also encouraging. He hadn’t rolled over to his side of the bed and gone to sleep. In fact, he was still wide awake and stroking her back.

“Oh, yeah,” Ares grinned. “That didn’t take much effort. All I had to do was show a little interest in her, and he staked his claim.”

“Really?” Aphrodite perked up a little.

“All but pissed on her to mark his territory and that was *before* he bedded her.”

Aphrodite wrinkled her nose at his wording, but was encouraged by the report. Then she saw the look coming onto her son’s face. A wicked smirk was spreading itself across his face as he started to ease Jessie off his wing.

“Oops. It looks like he’s ready to start round two.” Ares smiled as he blanked out the image in the mirror. Aphrodite nodded and turned away from the black glass.

“Would you like to stay for dinner with me and Bliss?” Ares invited.

A smile graced her face at the thought of sharing a meal with her grandson. Especially since *she* didn’t have to bathe him afterward; no chance of a bathing room incident for her.

“I’d love to.” She accepted.

Cupid cocked his head to survey the woman in his arms. There were a few stretch marks threading her body, but the overall picture of her was lovely. The sight of the black tattoo on her back reminded him of his earlier desire to trace the bird with his tongue. His cock hardened.

An anticipatory grin spread across his mouth. The first fucking had taken the edge off. It was now time for one of the planned scenarios. She’d slept enough.

Cupid carefully slid Jessie off his wing while turning her onto her stomach. She gave a soft sigh, but didn’t wake. He carefully caught her wrists in one hand and drew them over her head. He briefly wavered between using a silk scarf or leather cuffs. Silk, he decided, he’d use the silk for this first restraint and save the cuffs for when she was conscious and he could see the look in her eyes when he put them on her.

He willed a purple scarf into his hand and wrapped her wrists. Jessie gave a sleepy grumble, but didn’t wake. He hoped that she was a lighter sleeper when she was on earth, or she wouldn’t last long as a warrior. However, her being a deep sleeper was helping him prepare a surprise for her now.

He was doing her a favor; helping her with her ‘situational awareness’.

He threaded the scarf through his headboard. She woke when a sharp tug fully extended her arms. She struggled for a moment until her conscious mind realized where she was. Then, she stilled.

Cupid paused to enjoy the sight of her stretched out and helpless. He slowly swept her hair off to one side so that he could gaze at her pale skin with the sharp contrast of black ink. He swung a leg over her to straddle her ass. He paused for a moment to settle in, like he was getting comfortable. She could feel his crisp pubic hair against her ass. He then ran the back of his knuckles down her spine and was rewarded when she shuddered. He leaned down to purr into her ear.

“You had such trouble with your hands last time that I thought that I’d help you out.” Another shiver ran through her. She was mostly face down, so her expression was hidden from him. But, he didn’t need to see her face to know that she was biting her lip again. Cupid folded his wings down along his back and drifted lower.

He licked and nipped the back of her neck. A whimper escaped her lips when the nip turned into a sharp bite. He let his breath sigh along her skin as he traveled to her left shoulder and started tracing the stylized bird with his lips and tongue. Long, lazy swipes with his tongue along the primaries turned short licks and nips the closer he got to her spine. He let his mouth slide over to the right and repeated his actions on the right sided of her back. The wet trails of his saliva were raising gooseflesh on her body. He slid his hands under her to knead and cup her breasts in time with the movements of his mouth. Jessie squirmed under his hands.

“Be still.” He ordered. She groaned and complied.

As Cupid’s lips traveled lower, he slid off her buttocks to sit on her upper thighs. He ran his hands from her breasts along her torso to her hips and then he kneaded them as his mouth migrated lower. The longest tail feather of the raven was just above the crack of her ass. He let his hot breath travel along it and back up. Jessie gave a little buck under him.

“I said to be still!” He barked with a sharp slap to her right cheek. When her head came up with a choked cry of arousal, his eyebrows rose in comprehension. His sassy warrior woman liked to be spanked!

Whole new vistas of exploration and exploitation spread before him. By the end of the week, she *would* be his.

Cupid reached up and slid his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and jerked her head back. He growled and stretched her throat for a few seconds before releasing her. Jessie looked back over her shoulder when he sat up and shook his head in mock disappointment.

“Mine for a week,” he reminded her. “You do whatever I tell you to, and you can’t follow one simple command. The first time with your hands, I let it go. I was nice. *And*, I secured them so that you wouldn’t worry about it this time. But now, you know better and you still can’t seem to follow orders.

“As I said, I was nice last time. But I won’t be now.”

Jessie managed to contain a whimper with some difficulty. She had a feeling that Cupid hadn’t missed that little cry she hadn’t been able to stifle. Spanking had almost always figured into her fantasies, but her ex-boyfriend hadn’t been willing to see to her needs in that area. It was one of the reasons he was an ‘ex’.

Cupid, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have that problem. He was squeezing and caressing the laboriously toned globes of her butt. Long sessions on the weight benches and in the gym seemed to be paying off under his appreciative hands. He raised her hips but with a firm hand between her shoulders, kept her torso flush to the bed. Then his fingers slid between her legs to caress the tissue that was still swollen from his earlier attentions. When his fingers brushed her clitoris, she couldn’t contain another little buck. He chuckled and that was the only warning she got.

A sharp smack landed on her other cheek. Another landed on the right. She squealed as a flurry of blows came from his bare hand to her ass. She couldn’t keep still and wriggled. That only seemed to distribute the blows more evenly over her flesh. Jessie tried to swallow her cries, but they escaped her lip and filled the room.

“Oh, god,” she gasped and unconsciously tugged on the silk restraint.

“Yes, Pet? I’m right here.” Cupid said with a dark chuckle.

He switched from spanking to petting the flesh between her legs. The alternating of blows and caresses was confusing her mind. She knew that she had gotten very wet, and she was falling into a space where pleasure and pain were inexorably mixed. The next slap onto her already tender flesh caused her to shriek. He was cupping her butt a little between blows, holding the heat to her skin. She could feel her buttocks clenching and unclenching under his ministrations.

Cupid finally stopped. It took a few seconds for Jessie to register that he wasn’t spanking or stroking her. She drew a shuddering breath and tried to shake her sweat soaked hair back. Her ass both stung and tingled. She looked over her shoulder at him. He was sitting back on his heels and surveying her with a look of satisfaction that was belied by the hard cock rearing from between his thighs. She swallowed. She knew how well that cock filled her now.

“Your ass looks so pretty and pink for me.” He remarked. He ran a soothing hand over her hot flesh. “In fact, I think that I might spank you even when you’re good, just so that I can see this.”

Jessie couldn’t contain a little moan when he said that. He felt between her legs again and gave her an approving look when he felt how wet she was. Then he took the same hand and ran it down his penis, smearing her lubrication on himself. She looked hungrily at the hand that had the privilege of touching his cock. She felt so empty. She licked her lips and spread her knees a little wider in invitation.

“So, you want to be fucked?”

“Yes, my lord.” She acknowledged.

“Do bad girls that can’t follow orders deserve to get fucked?” He asked as he pumped.

“No, my lord,” she whimpered. She felt so empty and so envious of the hand that was stroking his flesh; the cock that she hadn’t been allowed to touch yet. *Spirits and Stars please don’t make me wait*, she prayed silently.

“But, you want to get fucked anyway.” He stated.

“Yes, my lord.” She whispered, pleading with her eyes.

“You know, I could fuck you and still not let you come.” He remarked, still pumping his own hard flesh.

“Please, my lord!” She said harshly. Oh, gods! She wanted to come so badly. She wanted that hard cock filling her until she couldn’t breathe from the feeling.

Cupid crawled over her until her entire back was blanketed by his body. She faced forward and stared unseeing at the headboard. His penis was lined up with her quivering center, but he didn’t enter. It took an effort of will not to rub herself against him.

“I am going to fuck you,” he breathed into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you hard. But, if you come before I say, I’ll make you wait *days* until you can again.”

She mewed and shivered. He sat back between her legs and gripped her hips with both hands. With a long, slow slide, he stuffed her. She felt so full in this position that unconsciously tried to scoot away. His hands on her hips wouldn’t let her.

“Aaahh,” she exhaled. That felt soooo good. She squirmed when his crisp pubic hairs abraded her tender ass. She was so wet that he glided in and out. The first few strokes were slow, almost lazy, but that didn’t last. His hips started to jackhammer.

“My lord?” she gasped.

“Yes, Jessie?” His voice was lazy, even if his movements weren’t.

“May I come up onto my elbows, please?” It might be easier to breathe if her chest wasn’t pressed against the bed.

He considered her request for a moment while his cock continued to dig inside her.

“You may.” He allowed. He scooted her hips forward so that she could lever herself up.

“Thank you, my lord,” she moaned. It was slightly easier to breathe now. But now, her nipples were brushing the bed in time with his strokes. Just what she needed right now, *more* stimulation.

Cupid decided to be *really* cruel. He reached under and started to rub her clit in time with his strokes. He paused, made a minute adjustment to the angle of her hips and renewed his attack. Now, he was running himself over that spot inside her that turned pleasure into ecstasy.

“Oh, god!” She exclaimed.

“I’m still right here, Pet.” He said with another rich chuckle. He circled his hips to remind her of his presence. As if she could forget!

She could feel it coming, the onslaught of orgasm. Apparently, so could the winged male behind her.

“Not yet, Precious,” she could hear the smirk in his voice. She moaned and dropped her forehead onto her bound wrists. She called up every concentration exercise that Jimmy Tanaka had ever taught her and willed her body to obey.

Well, it *sort* of worked. She managed to keep from coming. Just.

Cupid’s fingers left her clit and both hands palmed her breasts. He squeezed and pinched her nipples, rubbing the tips into diamond hardness.

“My lord?” she pleaded.

“No.” he denied her.

She could hear his wings extend for balance as he leaned over to lick and nip the line of muscle between her neck and shoulder. The scrape of his teeth seemed to travel straight between her legs.

“Cupid?” she begged.

“Not. Yet. Jessie.” He punctuated each word with a jerk of his hips. He sat back up and put his hands around her waist to jerk her back on him.

He moved back and forth with a will. And apparently, gods didn’t have to worry about sore knees because his pace stayed constant. His fanning wings were creating a cooling breeze and drying the sweat on their bodies. He slid one hand into the hair at the base of her neck and massaged her scalp. The sharp jabs of his hips caused his balls to slap against her ass.

Words couldn’t seem to form in her mouth; just inarticulate groans and cries. One word. She could manage one word. She concentrated. It took three tries for her lips and tongue to coordinate rather than go off in their own directions.

“Please!” She wailed.

“You may come.” He tightened the hand in her hair and jerked her head back at the same time as his other hand delivered a hard smack to her already sore ass.

The combination threw her headlong into oblivion. She came so hard that black spots swam before her eyes and she collapsed.

Cupid followed her down and rode her convulsions like a ship at sea. While Jessie desperately tried to draw air into her lungs, he sat back on his heels and turned her over while still staying connected. He came down over her and propped himself up on his elbows so that he wasn’t laying on her, just over her.

Jessie gradually became aware of her surroundings as her sight returned. Then she noted that the two of them were still engaged, her arms were still stretched overhead and the God of War was still hard.

“You didn’t come.” She whispered. Coherent thought was slowly becoming possible.

“Oh no, Precious,” he grinned evilly. “We’re not even close to being done yet.”

“Oh my god,” she groaned.

“Like I said Jessie, I’m right here.”