Naked Warrior

PART FIFTEEN

PART FIFTEEN

Megan, Marcus, and a few of the others rushed over to Daria and helped her up.

"Daria, are you all right?" Marcus asked.

"I think so, yes."

"The Master, you killed him!" Megan cheered.

Daria looked down at Novick's blood-covered body. The knife was still sticking out of his body. Daria reached down and yanked it out. She ran her finger along the edge of the blade, collecting some of Novick's blood, and then licked it off her finger. The taste of his blood was like ecstasy.

"Yes. Yes, I did, Megan," she answered.

She wiped the remaining blood off on her leg, stuck the dagger in her belt, and then turned to the crowd.

"Did anyone get hurt?" She heard a bunch of "no's" and so continued. "Well, let's go home, then."

Everyone gathered up his or her belongings and they headed down the road to Greece.

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Ares was pacing the temple floor in anticipation of Daria's arrival. He knew he wasn't supposed to help her and the others get back to Greece, but it would be hours before they would finally make it.

While Daria and the others were taking a shbreabreak about a third of the way into their trip, he took advantage of an opportunity to shorten their journey. It was still dark, and hard to see, so he transported the entire group closer to Greece without anyone noticing. Now it would only be another hour before they arrived.

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Shortly thereafter, the group crossed the border into Greece. Everyone scattered in different directions, either to contact their families or find a bed to rest in. Daria headed straight for Ares' temple.

She quietly tiptoed inside and could see Ares sitting in his throne talking to Balicus. She leaned her side against one of the pillars, hidden by the shadows, and crossed one leg over the other one. She listened as the God of War recounted her fight to Balicus.

"You should have seen her, Balicus. She was awesome! The man was twice her size and she never once had fear in her eyes. She stood up to him without hesitation, using bold words to draw him into the fight. She wanted this one, you could tell. She fought with so much passion, Balicus. I wish our new recruits had a quarter of the passion Daria has when she fights. We could conquer the entire Northern region in less than a month. Oh, and when she finally jabbed the dagger into him, her eyes lit up. You should have seen the look on her face as she twisted the knife into him, applying more pressure, making sure the job was finished - she was . . . beautiful . . ." He started to become lost in his recollection of the battle.

"Now, why didn't you just fireball the Roman?" Balicus asked.

"Because her stupid little friends didn't want me to help. They worship Athena and believed that the witch actually "sent" Daria to lead them to freedom."

The two men were startled when they heard a voice coming from the shadows.

"And you don't listen very well, now do you, my Lord." Daria emerged from the back of the room and started walking toward them. She smiled and nodded at Balicus.

"Good to see you again, Balicus."

He returned a warm smile. "And you, as well, my student." He turned to Ares. "Please excuse me, Sire, but I should check on the trainees."

Ares couldn't tear his eyes away from Daria, and just waived off Balicus. "Um-hum, that's a good idea, Balicus. Go check on the men."

Balicus bowed and told Daria he expected to see her back at the training camp soon and left the room.

Daria had stopped short of reaching Ares by about 10 feet. She was a mess, still covered in Novick's blood, all dried and crusty now. Her usual golden hair was matted and dull, caked with dirt and mud, her tunic was torn, and she had little cuts and bruises all over her body. Ares never thought she looked more beautiful. He jumped off the throne and rushed over to her. Cupping her face with both hands, he kissed her deeply, passionately, hungrily.

Daria melted into his arms. He lifted her up and walked over to his throne and placed her in his seat. He placed a hand on each arm of the throne and looked her over.

"You were fabulous in Rome," he told her in a low, seductive voice.

She stared back into his eyes. "You nearly got me killed out there, Ares. Does your mind ever leave the bedroom?"

Ares chuckled, and even blushed slightly. "Well, apparently not! Not when you're around, anyway." He caressed her check and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "I didn't know that you could actually feel what I was thinking about until it had gone too far. Oh, I could have stopped when I noticed your distraction, but it was so thrilling to watch you cum in front of all those people, watching you trying to hide the look of pleasure on your face."

"It was a cruel thing to do to me, Ares."

"Not as cruel as it would have been if I stopped after realizing you could feel me."

They laughed.

"I suppose you're right. That would be cruel. Get me all worked up and then cut me off as I start to get close. But as good as it felt, it was also quite distracting. Novick almost killed me."

"No he didn't. He couldn't. I was protecting you."

"Um-hum. And just what else did you do?"

"Well, I, ah, kinda shortened your trip here. While everyone was resting, I sort of transported you all closer. Nobody was the wiser, so no harm done."

"I knew we got here a lot faster than I anticipated!" she said aloud to herself. "Anything else?" she asked him, raising her eyebrows.

He looked at her and grinned wickedly.

"Ares?"

He stood up straight and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I just evened out the odds, that's all. He would have pulverized you if I hadn't. So sue me!"

Daria frowned. She thought she was the one who killed Novick. But it seemed now that Ares helped her to defeat him with his power. She stood and pushed her way past the War God, stomping towards the door.

"And just where do you think you're going, young lady?"

"To take a bath!" she snapped.

Ares lost his playful attitude. He hated to be shunned. "We're not finished here yet."

Daria stopped and turned around glaring at the god. "No Ares, we're quite finished."

There was finality in her words, like she was telling him that it was over between them. She was, in fact. She was hurt that he hadn't honored her request to let her handle things herself. But what really got to her was that she believed Novick died because Ares gave her the power to kill him. She had been so proud of herself for defending her life and the lives of the others, and now all that confidence slipped away. She was just an ordinary girl with no special talents to make her feel special or worthy.

She turned back around and started walking again. Sorrow rushed her and her eyes began to fill with tears and she didn't want the god to see her cry again. She l hal had her pride, at least.

Ares appeared in the doorway, blocking her exit.

"What's gotten into you, Daria? You're not going anywhere."

She reached the door and tried to look tough. "Get out of my way, Ares. MOVE!" She started to hit his chest with her fists hoping he would let her pass. The tears were flowing now.

He caught her arms to stop herm him hitting him. "Whoa, whoa, WAIT A MINUTE!" He pulled her into a hug, and she broke down, sobbing heavily. He stroked her head and back, holding her tightly against him.

"What's wrong? I was only trying to protect you, darlin'. You wouldn't be standing here now if I hadn't helped you a little."

She managed to speak through her sobs. "You don't believe in me. You didn't think I could do it myself. And you're right. I would probably be dead right now if you hadn't killed him."

"Daria, I didn't kill Novick. That was you. All you. The only thing I did was enhance your fighting ability, not your determination. And when you stuck the knife into Novick's gut you weren't fighting, remember? You were getting off on my thoughts. The idea to take his knife and stab him before he killed you was all your idea. I didn't have anything to do with it. If anything, you should be upset that I hindered your focus. But you managed to save yourself despite the distractions I was causing."

Daria’s tears had stopped. She looked up into his eyes, listening to his words, and realized he was telling her the truth. She did kill Novick. She was the one who brought justice upon the slave owner and freedom to his slaves. She, and she alone, had made the decision to end his life.

"Really? You didn't make me kill him?"

"No, my sweet. That was you. What did you think I'm all worked up about? A simple fight? No, it's you that's driving me crazy. I saw blood lust appear in your eyes and I knew you belonged with me." He lowered his head and kissed her. He released her arms and she wrapped them around his neck. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks, and he was grinding his hips against her and moaning sexily.

She broke their kiss and pushed herself from him. "Thank you, Ares, for caring enough to want to protect me."

He smiled warmly at her. "Let's go get you cleaned up." He took her hand and vanished.

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They reappeared in his bedchambers and he stood back, just admiring her for a moment before moving to her and removing her vest. She started to lift her shirt but he stopped her and asked that she allow him the pleasure of undressing and washing her. She agreed.

Leisurely, Ares removed all of her clothing and tossed it aside. Then, a large sponge and a bowl of warm, soapy water appeared in his hands. He dipped the sponge and started squeezing the water out over her shoulders. It was warm and comforting and felt like liquid velvet as it cascaded down her body. Ares took his time washing her. Making sure every drop of dry blood and dirt was gone. And then he washed her hair. Gently he massaged his strong fingers through her scalp and down her long, golden hair, working up a thick lather. He rinsed the soap out, and combed it with a special comb that left it feeling soft as satin. When he was finished, he materialized a royal purple colored, silk robe and wrapped it around her. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

He gently set her down, trying to maintain his soft touch by laying tiny little kisses on her face and neck. But he was hungry for her. All of the excitement and blood lust he felt from watching her fight Novick was still fresh in his mind. The adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He really didn’t want to be gentle with her. He wanted to invoke some of that same passion she used while fighting and give it all to him now. Ares was still lost in the memory of the battle and soon his tiny kisses had turned into bites of desire and need.

He growled into her ear, "l want you, Daria. I want you to be mine." Then he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, teasing her with his tongue.

Daria pushed him off slightly, so she could look him in the face. Her eyes were aglow with the excitement he was causing.

"Take me, War God. MAKE me yours. Demand it from me, Ares!"

Ares’ eyes widened and then narrowed as he looked at her. She was making him wild for her. Oh Gods, he thought, she’s even starting to think like me! She wants to be dominated. She needs to be taken by her God. He smiled seductively at her, letting his gaze flow down her body.

He leaned his head down and devoured her lips, forcefully thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. Running it over her teeth and around the outline of her sweet tasting lips. Both the god and the small, great one were breathing heavily. Daria sucked hard on his tongue, drawing it further into her mouth. When he tried to pull it away, she bit down on it to hold him there. But he was too quick for her, and instead she ended up nipping the tip of his tongue, drawing blood.

Ares tasted his own blood and it made his cock rock hard.

"Mmmmm. You little savage!" he growled, as he looked at her through half-shut eyes. "You bit me!" The thought that she might be thirsty for more blood sent erotic chills down his spine.

Daria looked innocently at him.

"I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to." She sat up, kneeling in front of him. She placed both her hands on his face and looked into his dark, entrancing eyes.

"Here, let me kiss it and make it better for you," she teased.

Ares playfully knocked her hands away. "Oh, no. I don't think so. That’s what caused all the trouble to begin with. No, you just go sit against the headboard and keep your sharp little fangs in your mouth. I’ll be doing all the kissing from now on."

"Hisss!" D mim mimicked the sound of a cat, but did as he said. Once she was settled, she adjusted the silk robe around her, covering all the important places.

Ares stood and watched her. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

"Open your robe," he ordered. "Show yourself to me."

Daria’s nipples instantly became hard at the sound of his command. She smiled inwardly at the way her body shivered beneath his watchful eye. She hadn't responded this way when he undressed her to bathe. But the sound of authority in his voice, and the way he was looking at her now, gave her a feeling of anticipation. She felt a strong desire, a need even, to merge with him – body and soul.

Slowly, she parted the purple silk material, exposing her ample breasts and hairless pussy for the god’s pleasure. The excitement of it all caused goose bumps to appear on her arms, as she squirmed under the heat of his gaze.

Ares made his clothes disappear and stood in front of his warrior girl, completely naked in all his glory. His body language conveyed to her what to expect and she did not fear it. In fact, she welcomed it. She almost couldn’t wait any longer when he took his cock in hand and began to stroke it. She groaned deeply, watching his hand slide up and over the gorgeous muscle.

"Touch yourself, Daria. Touch your body as if it were me doing it."

Daria tilted her head slightly with a questioning look on her face.

"It’s okay, baby. Just do it," he reassured. "Start by running your hands over your tits and pinch the nipples."

She complied, and began to rub her hands over her chest. Lifting them, pushing them together, squeezing them at first, then her fingers took each nipple and gently pinched it, making them protrude even further outward.

"Mmmmm, ya, baby. That’s right. Touch yourself. I want to watch you make yourself cum," he whispered. His eyes never left her and the more turned on she became, the faster he would stroke himself.

"Now, touch your pussy," he said through a heavy breath.

She slowly ran one hand down her flat tummy to her pelvis. She relished in the way the smoothly shaven skin felt against her hand. She brushed her fingers over her lips, then, starting at the bottom, parted them with her index finger. She was well lubricated already.

"Feel how wet you are, Daria? That tells me how much you want me, how hot I make you feel inside. It feels good, huh?"

"Yes!" she whispered. She began to move her finger over the entire slit now, lingering for a few seconds when it would come in contact with her clit. She had turned away from Ares and was watching her hand playing with her cunt. She seemed hypnotized by the sight of her finger brushing over the hard nub that was now swollen and sticking out a little.

"Make yourself cum, Daria. Rub faster over your sensitive little bump while I watch," he urged.

Her eyes moved back to the god, taking in his form as they crawled up his body to his face. She could tell that he wouldn’t be able to keep his distance from her for much longer. The lust and desire was apparent in his eyes. She returned her gaze to her own body again, rubbing her fingers faster and faster over her clit. Her heart started pounding and she closed her eyes. Her body seemed to be heating up and she got that strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. Soft, sexy whimpers escaped from her and she couldn't help moving her hips now.

She could feel an orgasm getting closer and closer, yet she had never done this to herself before and the thought that she was pleasing herself seemed to keep her from letting go.

Ares sensed her distraction and decided to help her along.

"Daria!" he snapped. "Look at me."

She looked up at him with agony on her face. She was so close . . . just a little bit more . . . damn!

"Daria, I want you to close your eyes, and pretend that it's my tongue in your pussy and not your finger. Do you think you can do that for me?"

She nodded.

"Good. Now slow down. Move up and down the entire wet slit. That's right. Slowly, slowly. Now lightly flick your finger across your clit. Can you feel my tongue giving you pleasure? "

"Gods, yes, Ares!"

"Now, move my tongue back down the slit and push it inside the hole, not too far"

When Daria did that, her eyes popped open quickly.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

She nodded no.

"Close your eyes again. Slide my tongue back up to that sensitive, swollen clit. That’s right, baby. Make it circle around it and the flick it across it some more. It feels good, huh? And you taste good, too, Daria. Now, lick your finger, taste yourself. I want to see you do that."

Daria was feeling more than sensuous and didn't hesitate to follow the war god's instruction. She licked her juices off her finger, slowly and sexily.

"Mmmmm!"

She returned it to her pussy again. Her juices increasing by the second. She needed no further instruction now; she had become lost in the feeling. Her climax rapidly approaching. Her finger started moving in a frenzy over her clit and she was moaning loudly.

"Oooohhh! Oooowwww!"

Ares was beating his large cock rapidly. Watching her had made him so hard it almost hurt. He loved the facial expressions she was making as she started to get off. So sexy. So erotic. She was fucking hot.

"That's right, baby. Let it go. Give it up to your God," he coaxed.

Daria began shaking and twisting on the bed. Her mouth pursed out and she gasped for air. She violently threw her head from side to side.

"I'm c.c.c.u.u.u.m.m.m.i.i.i.n.n.n.g.g.g! Oh Gods, Ares. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

Ares couldn't stand it any longer. He quickly crawled on top of her and moved her hand away from her smooth, glistening pussy. She was oozing with wetness. Ares had been so caught up in all the excitement, he forgot that she was still a virgin. In the heat of the moment, he quickly entered her, ramming his hard, engorged muscle in to the hilt. He felt the barrier of her innocence break and froze while completely buried in her tight, wet pussy.

Daria's face wrenched in pain, yet she did not scream or make a sound. Her eyes were wide with confusion at the feeling of his intrusion. It was only seconds before when she was overwhelmed in ecstasy and now . . . now she wasn't quite sure what to think. It was a sobering experience.

Ares supported his weight on his arms and looked down at her with shock. Slowly, he started to withdraw from her. Small amounts of blood intermixed with her natural lubrication.

"Oh, baby. Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. You had me so hot for you, I was just caught up in the moment and I didn't think."

Daria looked lovingly into his eyes and placed two fingers over his mouth.

"Shhhh. Don't apologize, Ares. I want you. I want this."

"I'll heal you so you won't feel the pain."

"NO!" she cried. "I don't want to be healed." Her eyes were aglow with excitement as she noticed the blood between her legs. She reached down and swirled her fingers in it and then brought them to her breasts, smearing the slick red blood on her nipples. She eyed him seductively.

"Take me," she whispered. "No mercy." She leaned back again and spread her legs for him.

Ares’ heart skipped a beat and his cock jumped back to full attention. He looked at her in disbelief as his lust for her peaked.

"I've got to be dreaming," he said softly.

She grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to her chest. He attacked her bosom, cleaning the blood off that she had so thoughtfully placed there. The taste of her, of her blood, was intoxicating. He growled as his cock found her entry once again and he consciously pushed inside of her again, relishing in the tightness of her vagina.

Slowly, he began to pump her, moving his thick rod back and forth, in and out. He watched her face and saw that she seemed to be getting off on the pain. Could this be? he thought. Her expression mixed pleasure and turmoil. He leaned in and kissed her roughly. She growled and bit his lower lip.

"Yes. Oh, yes," she purred.

Within a few minutes, the sharp pain had dulled to an uncomfortable friction, and then soon faded away altogether. Her entire body language changed. She was no longer tense, but rather seemed to be melting into the mattress beneath her. By the Gods it felt good. Really good, now. Her hips began rocking and her hands were rubbing the well-defined pecs on the god's bronzed chest. She pinched a nipple and he moaned pleasantly for her.

"Oh, Gods! Ares. I never knew it could feel this way."

He smirked knowingly as his tongue lashed out against one of her erect nipples. He lightly bit it, pulling up with it between his teeth.

"Just you wait, my sweet. This is only the beginning of your pleasure. There is so much more to show you."

Daria began to feel tingly all over. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met his thrusts.

"Teach me! Show me! Mold me into your warrior lover, my God!"

Her words excited him beyond control. He slammed his hips against her pelvis, increasing in speed with each re-entry. His balls tightened, and blood flowed to his hardened cock. His face became contorted and he squeezed his eyes tightly closed.

"Oh baby! Oh, baby. Oh, yeah!"

His cock rippled with his god seed as he shot it deeply into her newly deflowered cunt. He grunted and his body moved in jerks as his passion spilled out over her. His mouth returned to hers and he kissed her deeply, ardently, eventually collapsing his weight on top of her.

He slipped his arms around her, hugging her tightly, and rolled over, pulling her on top of him. She sat up and smiled affectionately at him.

"That was awesome," she commented.

"Oh, I'm not done, my dear. I didn't make you cum yet."

"Yes you did! When you had me touch myself."

"No, you made yourself cum. Now it's my turn," he said in a low, sexy voice.

Daria blushed. "I don't think I could handle it right now. I'm pretty sore down there."

"I'll heal you."

"No, please don't. Not yet, anyway."

Ares looked at her funny. "You are a strange one, aren't you? Most women want nothing more than to be healed, about now. Don't tell me you like the pain. You're not one of those masochists, are you?"

She laughed. "No." She moved off his body and sat on the edge of the bed, next to him. "I know this is going to sound weird but, I do kinda like the way it feels right now. It's not really painful, it's just sore. It's remind me of what we just did. What you just did. It's like I can still feel you inside of me. Pushing that long, thick cock of yours in and out. Deeper and deeper, stretching me wider." Daria's body wiggled from the chill she got as she envisioned Ares taking her virginity, breaking through the threshold of her youth. She was no longer a innocent, young girl anymore. He made her a woman.

Her words were making him hot again. She could be such a tease sometimes. "Why are you savoring memories when you could have the real thing, right here?"

She shrugged like she didn't have an answer and then stood. She really was sore and her body needed time to adjust.

Ares looked concerned. "Are you tired? Do you want to rest?" he asked.

"Oh no, I'm much too wound up for that. I was thinking I would take a walk, maybe."

Ares gave her a disapproving look.

"Or maybe not," she added, smiling. "I just feel a bit restless, that all"

Ares grinned wickedly as an idea came to mind.

"I know!" he said. "Let's do a little sparing. Wanna?"

"Well, Ares, I don't know. Are we playing for something? What will you give me if I win?"

"Anything you want, my dear."

"And if you win?"

He answered her smirking, "Well, you have let me heal you, first and then I get to do anything I want to you ."

Daria thought about it for a moment and shook her head. "No way, Ares. You're the God of War. I'd lose for sure!" she mused.

Ares stood up and pulled her into his embrace. His hard chest touching the softness of her tender skin, his strong arms wrapped around her small frame, bringing her closer to him.

He nuzzled her ear and purred, "Would that really be that bad, my sweet?"

Ares, too, had been feeling feisty. The fiery emotion from the battle had faded away, but were replaced just a quickly with ones of lust and ardor. Oh, no. She wasn't getting away from him that easy.

He placed his wet lips against the side of her neck and started laying busses down towards her shoulder and back up again, purring in her ear. His hands began to caress her, slowly moving up her sides and around her back as he rubbed his chest against her nipples.

Daria groaned, tilting her head back as she closed her eyes. Becoming lost in the sensations he was giving her.

"All right, I surrender. You win!" she whispered.

Ares pulled his head up and looked at her sensuous face. He kissed her lips, gently, tasting her desire.

"No, Daria. I think we both win."

He scooped her up and laid her back on the bed, covering her body with his. His lips returned to hers as his hand move down to the valley between her legs and started glowing. He healed her, cleaning up the semi-dry blood caused by her deflowering. She didn't even notice. She was much too involved in kissing the handsome god. Sucking on his bottom lip, dancing with his tongue. Her hands were on his face or running through his gorgeous, dark locks. He was igniting her desire for him again, her need to be his.

He broke away from her mouth and moved his kisses down her body. He buried his head between her breasts, licking them, teasing the nipples. He had her moaning within seconds and she arched her back, pressing further into his face.

He continued farther down her body, over her stomach, pausing briefly to delve his tongue into her navel, before finding her smooth, shaven pussy. She was already getting wet again. He propped himself up on his elbows and gazed at the sexy sight, smiling. He never realized before how a hairless pussy looked so hot before. Just the sight of it made his cock twitch.

He parted her lips, rubbing a finger along the slit, making is shine with her juices. Then he licked off his finger while his eyes captured hers.

"Mmmmmm. Sooo sweet," he purred.

Returning his fingers to her lips, he part them, holding them open around her clit so he could see it really well. He leaned in and his tongue darted out, barely coming in contact with it. She jerked at his touch. He teased her again, doing the same thing, just barely touching it. This time she cried and tried to push his head further into her pussy.

"Ooooohhhh. Ares, don't tease me. Please," she begged.

He smirked in victory as he dove fully between her legs. Swirling his tongue around her juice flooded cavern, bringing erotic ecstasy to every nerve in her body, until he was unable to keep her still any longer. She writhed and wiggled, trying to escape him.

"Oh, please - no more. Stop. I can't take anymore of this."

He ignored her cries of passion. Fully enjoying the pleasurable torture he was putting her through.

"Please, Ares. I can't take this teasing. I want to feel you inside of me. Oh please, my Lord. I'll do anything you want, just quit teasing me like this."

Ares paused and looked up at her face. "Anything, huh? Sounds like you want it pretty bad. So you want your God to fill you with pleasure?"

She nodded enthusiastically, trying to pull him up her body so he would be laying on her.

"Well . . . I don't know. I'm pretty sore, ya know," he teased her before allowing her to guide his body to match hers. When they were face to face, he kissed her.

He stopped and looked seriously into her eyes, causing her to freeze in motion.

In a deep, serious voice he spoke, "Open yourself to me, Daria. I want nothing less than all of you."

"Yes, my Lord," she answered, equally as serious.

She felt the tip of his manhood press against the opening of her pussy. Slowly, he pushed his cock inside of her wet warmth. Instantly, her eyes closed, and she gasped deeply, arching her back and pressing against his chest.

He watched her face intently. Reading her expressions of pleasure, excitement, lust as he began to fuck her. His cock easily sliding in and out between her legs. He moved slowly, at first, and then increased the speed. He loved the way her cunt lips surrounded his large cock. Swallowing his hard muscle, not wanting to release him as he would pull back.

"Oh, Gods," she murmured. Her voice rich with passion and desire.

"Mmmmmm, yes, Daria. You are mine now, my sweet little warrior. Tell me who you belong to."

Ares had no doubt that Daria would fully and officially offer her life in servitude to him. But he could tell by the way she was respog nog now, that she was getting close to the edge. And before he would take her to go over, he wanted her to say the words.

"Oh, Gods. Ares!" she moaned, her body twisting beneath his. "Yes, yes, I'm yours, my Lord."

He smiled victoriously and then quickly withdrew from her. Her eyes opened in shock, but he just had her turn over and get on her hands and knees. Within seconds, his cock was back in her pussy as he entered her from the rear.

"OH, my word," she cried in pleasant surprise at the new position. "This feels fucking fantastic."

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" he responded. His face now showing all the pleasure and passion he was feeling now.

He grabbed both her butt cheeks and watched as he pumped his cock in and out of Daria's wet cunt. The tiny sloshing sounds making beautiful rhythmic music. The sexy, erotic sight caused his cock to become even harder and he pumped in to her even further, filling her completely.

Daria lowered her head to the mattress on instinct. She felt his huge cock move even deeper inside of her. The sensations flooded her body, and just when she thought it couldn't get any better, Ares reached around under her and started flicking his finger over her clit. Instantly, she began to cum.

"Oh, Gods. Oh, Ares! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonnnnnnaaaaa ccccuuumm.. I AM CUMMING. OH, ARES. ARES!"

Daria exploded with a pinnacle of emotions and feeling. Waves of pleasure broke against the shore of her soul and she lost all composure, nearly becoming limp from being overwhelmed.

Ares slid his arm under her belly to support her as he continued to drive his cock into her responding pussy. What a awesome feeling to be fucking a pussy that's in mid-orgasm. Her muscles convulsed tightly around his shaft as hot and sticky cum juice started to overflow. His hips moved furiously, slamming his pelvis against her heart-shaped ass until his body started to tighten. The smile left his face and was replaced by utter concentration as his own orgasm began to fill his cock.

"Oh, fuck! Baby, baby. Yes! Here I come . . ."

Ares grunted loudly, his body jerking, slamming into her two more times before his seed erupted and filled her. He held on to her hips tightly, savoring the feeling of being inside of her wet pussy for a few more moments before they both collapsed in a sweaty heap, breathing heavily.

"Oh, FUCK, that was good!" he commented, moving the hair from around her neck so he could nibble there.

She squirmed and turned over to face him, still beneath him, and they kissed savagely between gasps of air. The look of passion was still in her eyes.

"And what is my little warrior thinking about?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

She smiled. "You're gonna have a hard time getting rid of me now," she giggled.

He laughed. "What makes you think I was letting you go? You belong to me now. Even if you leave, you'll eventually come back. I'm in your blood now and you won't be able to deny yourself of me," he said smugly.

She just smiled and pulled his head to hers for a long, satisfying kiss. She eventually fell asleep in his arms.