Honeymoon for One

HONEYMOON FOR ONE – SECOND DAY


Day Two: Morning


I awoke early and jumped up, eager to start the day. I was terribly excited about seeing War today. Unable to get him out of my head, I envisioned him as I disrobed for my shower. God, what a wild dream I had last night! I remember being back in the offering circle again, where I first had seen him. Only in my dream, he didn't just stand there watching. He approached me, kissing me feverishly, finally making passionate, passionate love to me. I had never known anything like it before. The desire he invoked in me was still tingling in my soul this morning. I wanted to explore it more, but it was 7:15 and he would be here soon.

 

With my body senses heightened, my usual washing routine was arousing me. The feeling of my wet, soapy hands sliding over my body, my breasts, my legs, inside my thighs. "Donna, snap out of it. What has gotten in to you lately" I told myself. But it was useless. I just couldn't seem to keep my mind out of the gutter lately. I was so incredibly horny though. I wanted sex - bad. I wanted sex with War - bad. All I knew was that Ihad better get myself together or I was sure to make a fool of myself.

 

I was just reaching for my tennis shoes when I heard a knock at the door. For one second, my heart froze in anticipation. I opened the door and there he was, looking good enough to eat! He waesseessed in a short sleeve, white, a button up shirt and a pair of black athletic shorts. In his hand, he held a single perfect lavender rose. He was smiling brightly.

 

"Good morning" he greeted me, holding out the rose.

 

"Morning" I reached to take the rose and our hands touched. I tried to hide my desire for him by quickly turning, saying that I just needed to put on my shoes and we could go. I didn't want to be alone with him in my room. The wawas was feeling today, I was afraid I wouldn't last five minutes before I'd be all over him.

 

"No rush. I have already arranged for our breakfast. Room service will be here shortly." Oh no! "I hope you don't mind. The view is so beautiful from your balcony, I thought you would enjoy eating under the morning sun." He turned his bottom lip inward, slightly biting down on it. Those full lips of his, surrounded by that sexy beard, looked so kissable.

 

Another knock came "Room service". War let the man in and instructed him to set up the breakfast on the patio. I began to feel lightheaded and needed to sit down. What is happening to me? Uncontrollable emotions were bombarding me; I could barely contain my lust for him. When the bellhop had finished, War escorted him back to the door, handing him a couple of bills along the way. "Thank you, sir!" The door closed.

 

War strolled over to where I was sitting "Hungry?" he had a sparkle in his voice. Each step he took closer to me caused me to feel more and more intoxicated. I was beginning to think I would have to end this day before it even got started. I looked up at him. His expression turned to concern.

 

"Are you all right Donna?"

"I'm just feeling a bit dizzy, that's all. I'm sure I'll be fine in a minute or two."

 

I sat further back into the sofa, closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with both hands.

 

"No, you're not feeling well, are you?" He sat down next to me. I tried to inconspicuously put more space between us by shifting my position. "Here, let me see if you're running a fever." He put the back of his hand to my cheek first, to to my forehead, noticing how I tensed up as he touched me. "Nope, no fever. Well, maybe a massage will help. Let me rub your shoulders."

 

Before I could object, he slid his body between the back of the couch and my left side, forcing my body to turn away from him. Again, flinching at his touch as he reached for my shoulder. Slowly, he tenderized my tight muscles with magic fingers. Heat pulsed from the tips of them, melting away mounds of stress that lie beneath the skin. Slowly moving up the right side of my neck, over to the left side and back down the shoulder. Lightly grabbing my arms, he pulled me towards his chest, so I would lean on him. He continued to rub my arms with downward strokes.

 

"Feeling better"

 

"Only like I'm in heaven!" I sighed.

 

"Goooood", the way he spoke, dragging out the word, it was so sexy.

 

I felt him moving the hair around my neck, exposing an area of bare skin to put his lips on. He lightly kissed up my neck to my lobes, teasing me by quickly flicking his tongue in and out of my ear.

 

It tickled! And my body responded by closing my head to my shoulder. He took my chin and turned my face to his, staring into my eyes. I hid nothing from him at that moment, wanting him to be able to read my soul, to see my desire for him burning within it.
I kept turning my body to face him, and rested my hen hin his lap, never breaking our glance. He lowered his head and his wet lips found mine. He was gentle at first, but quickly escaladed with feverish urgency. There was nothing I could do. I was his now. And I liked it that way! He moved so his body was parallel with mine, partially covering me. Again his mouth to mine, hungrily searching it, probing in and around with his fiery tongue. I couldn't take much more before I thought I'd explode.

 

I felt his hand on my stomach moving across to my breast. He squeezed my nipple through the clothing causing it to become hard instantly. A soft moan escaped from me when he paused his kissing to breathe. I have never felt like this before, never this intense.

 

Suddenly, his face changed. He moved his entire body atop mine and slid his massive arms around me. Hugging me tightly, trying to get a physically close as possible. He looked like a child, who was quite pleased with himself for getting a gold star at school.

 

"Woman, you are so sexy!" it surprised him to hear me snickering under my breath. He popped his head up. "What? I'm serious."

"Sexy, ya right!"

 

"Yes, sexy, to me. I like a buxom woman with shape. I am a big man, and you and I fit perfectly together" He tried to kiss me again, but I couldn't wipe the silly grin from my face, amused by his words. He popped his head up again.

 

"You don't believe me, huh? You will! I'll prove it!" I knew he was serious. His voice got low and there was lust in his
eyes. I couldn't wait for him to kiss me again. I impatiently grabbed his cheeks and pulled his mouth to me, meeting him half way there. Eventually, my head came to rest on the cushions again. His hands resumed the examination of my breasts, only this time; he went up under my shirt to touch the bare flesh. I shuttered and stretched my arms out to caress his chest. He stopped my hands before reaching him.

 

"No, no, only one of us at a time. And I started first, so sorry!" He pinned my hands above my head and kissed me again before rolling over me and off the couch. Standing above me, looking down with those hypnotic dark brown eyes of his, he whispers:

 

"I am taking you to bed now Donna." All I could do was nod. He effortlessly swept me from the sofa and carried me to the bed, gently setting me down. "Take off your shirt for me please" looking at me as if my beauty stunned him. I blushed.

 

"Only if you do first," a smile sneaking from the corners of my mouth. He didn't hesitate and it was gone. Oh my. So I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head.achiaching behind my back, I unlatched my bra. He quietly gasped and held in his breath, as my ample bosom poured out of their confines. He sighed heavily. I watched as his eyes moved from my chest to my face to my chest again. Before I could blink, I was lying beneath him. The bare skin of our chests touching. I pushed up into him, enjoying the feel of his thick hair on my tender skin. As he claimed my mouth in heated passion, I slipped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his dark curls. I heard him sigh deep in his throat as I touched him.

 

He moved between my breasts, his hand finding one, and his mouth the other. His huge hand had completely cupped it, massaging it gently, while his tongue swirled round the nipple of the other, until he found the tip and lightly nipped and sucked it. I just lay motionless, giving him full control. After awhile his lips descended to my navel. His hands grabbed hold of each side of my pants and pulled. I lifted my butt from the bed so he could slip past it, taking my undies and socks along as well.

 

I felt vulnerable, as I lay totally naked before him. He didn't speak; he just continued to keep me spellbound with his eyes as he removed his own shorts. I was too nervous to look at what he had to offer. Perhaps a little scared too.

 

Quickly, he covered my body with his again, his face to mine. I could feel the hardness of his manhood pressing against my bare skin. It excited me so.

 

Then he kissed me in a way he hadn't before. It melted away any inhibitions I may have had, and left me feeling totally at ease, trusting him completely. Again moving down my body with little kisses, this time only briefly stopping at my breasts, he burned a
path down to my nether lips, kissing all around them but never touching them. The kisses had stopped. I looked down at him. He was studying my wet mound as he took a finger and traced just inside the shape.

 

"Ow, you're so wet Donna!" I could see him smiling, but he didn't look up at me. He was obviously enjoying the sight of his fingers playing "hide and seek" far too much. I rested my head again just as he began to kiss me some more, but using more tongue. After an eternity, he moved his tongue over the length of my clitoris, spreading it as wide as possible by pressing down hard against me, barely moving at a crawl. I moaned, so he did it again and then looked at me.

 

"Do you like that?"

 

"Oohh, y y y es" my voice broken but sensual.

 

"So do I," he said as he fully buried his face between my legs. Licking, sucking, flicking with his tongue, his fingers found my tight opening. Sliding two of them in and out and in, until my hips began to thrust with his fingers rhythm. Building up the speed until I couldn't keep from moaning in pleasure, he fiercely attacked my sensitive nub with fervor, determined to bring out the onset of pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.

 

I screamed, my body wildly moving beneath him uncontrollably. He made no indication of stopping, himself becoming aroused by my cries of euphoria.

 

"Oh God - stop - please" I begged. Gradually, he slowed his wonderful torture until he came to a stop. He smiled, his face wet with my juice. Then crawling atop me, he kisses me deeply, knowing he had possession of my soul. I could taste myself on his lips and found that it excited me and repulsed me at the same time.

 

Who are you to have such control over me? After igniting my passion within once again, he stopped, looking seriously into my eyes.

 

"I am going to have you now" he said in a 'matter-of-factly' sort of way. "Ready?" But he didn't wait for an answer. He thrust his engorged shaft between my legs to the depths of my heart. I was shocked at the sharp but pleasurable feeling he brought me as his cock forcibly stretched its' way inside.

 

"Oh Donna" he whispered, as his movements became faster. We kissed passionately, our tongues entwined hungrily. Sweat building on his forehead.

 

He suddenly stopped. Moving quickly to stand at the foot of the bed, he grabbed my legs and slid me down so my butt was at the edge of the mattress. He pushed my knees outward, to spread my legs further and re-entered, able to reach even deeper now. He licked his thumb and placed it over my clit, moving it in unison with his thrusting hips. My own hips now moving as well, I felt my pussy muscles convulse around his large cock, drawing him further and further inside.

 

"Cum for me Donna, I want to watch you cum for me" saying as his thrusts turned into pounds - reaching as far inside as he could. With his thumb mercilessly flicking away, he took me to a new height of sensuality, completely powerless in his awesome presence. He watched as the feelings overflowed from me, causing passion, agony and relief to appear together on my face.

 

Smugly he whispers, "Yes, give me everything you've got. I want all of you" and he could no longer hold back. Yelling out my name, he came heavily, his body shaking as he did. He collapsed on top of me, exhausted, but his lips found mine, kissing me as if I was the only thing he ever knew. I lay contently, wrapped within the protection of his strong arms and drifted off to sleep. I think he did too.

 

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Ares, God of War, was sweating. He had shot his seed deep within her, knowing that no matter what her mind would tell her, her body would never be able to resist his touch. He felt stronger now. She had giving him her passion, her soul and he hungrily devoured it. He only was using her to bring him back to full force. He touched her sleg fag face but quickly pushed away the fondness he felt for this mortal. The God of War doesn't get emotional. Still, he knew he would crush her in the end. Oh, well. There are many mortals, but there is only one Ares, God of War.

 

Hearing his name invoked a coldness inside of him. He contemplated thoughts of telling her the truth about him. About who he really was. He thought she might get off again knowing she had just fucked a real God! He sure did! Thought he performed rather well for not having any in seven or eight hundred years. No, now is not the time. I may scare her away, like she could really
hide from me! He chuckled to himself.



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Day Two: Afternoon

 

 

I woke up in War's arms a couple of hours later. He looked so sweet sleeping, so I carefully got out of bed, not to wake him and headed for the shower again. My mind going over and over the mornings' occurrences. God, he is really hot in bed. I must get some MORE! It had been over a year since I had been with a man. Well, since my ex and I had split and we really didn't do it that often either. It had been so long, I guess I could have fallen in to the "born again virgin" category. I was tight and he was big and it hurt so good! O.K. that's it! You had better be ready for me War!

 

After I dried off, I put on this pink teddy I had brought with me (just in case!) and perfumed and painted myself, feeling rather good about it. War was still asleep. So I slid under the sheet from the bottom of the bed and found his hard pecker. He gets hard while asleep? Not excited, HARD! What luck! I put the head in-between my soft lips and circled the tip with my tongue. I heard a faint moan on the other side of the sheet. I couldn't help but giggle a bit. So I continued to run my tongue down the length of his shaft and back up again (giggle - giggle), until I fully took what would fit and slurped it in as far as I could. I felt the sheet moving. Oh oh, my cover is blown, pun intended!ggleggle). I didn't look at him; instead I pretended that I didn't even notice that the sheet was gone.

 

"Aphrodite? Is that you?" sounding slightly out of it.

 

What did he just call me? I stopped, but not before pausing at the loose skin on the back of the head. I am always so noisy when I do this.

 

"Aphrodite? I guess that could be a compliment. I'een een told I was good, but never have been called 'the Goddess of Love' before!" I was still giggling a bit. I swear he looked surprised, like he was expecting it to be someone else. After seeing that look on his face, I quickly got up and headed for the bathroom. This sure wasn't the response I was hoping to get. And even though it upset me, I didn't want to cop an attitude with him.

 

From the bathroom, I loudly asked, "I thought you were going to take me sightseeing today? If that's still the plan, we should probably get going soon. It almost noon!"

 

Yes, my feelings were hurt, I will admit. But what right did I have to that? I mean, come on, I met the guy yesterday. I don't know where he came from, or what he does, or even if he's married. I never thought about that. What I did know is that I get a feeling around him that I don't get around anyone else. He sparks something so far down inside me - I can't really explain it. Just a look from him in my direction makes my body respond with uncontrollable lust for him. I don't understand why these feelings about him are so strong. There have been other men before that I've have desired immensely. They had made me so hot that I was a raging animal with them in bed. But War, he's different. It's scary in a way, yet, also very intriguing.

 

"What are you doing?" he was standing in the door of the bathroom, naked, leaning against one side.

 

"Well, I'm getting dressed, of course. I can't go out in public looking like this now, can I?" a hint of sarcasm was escaping through my tone of voice, even though I tried to keep it hidden.

 

"Well, maybe you can't go out in public, but you could come in here with me!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the other room while he walked backwards towards the bed. I watched the smirk grow across his face as he eyed me up and down, holding my arm up a bit, as to get a better look.

 

"You did this for me? And you smell so good, too!" he reached the bed and sat down, leaving me standing there before him. "Turn around, let me see"

 

I did as asked, reluctantly, still not comfortable with the situation. I guess he must have picked up on that.

 

"I am sorry Donna, I hope I didn't offend you earlier. I was still half asleep. And I'm not used to being awakened like that. Not that I didn't like it . . ." he grabbed my hand again and pulled me to him. In seconds, my hurt feeling disappeared as
his kisses told me how much he wanted me right now. I slipped my arms around his neck and sat on his lap, straddling my legs around him. Suddenly, he flipped me over and was on top of me, his hard shaft pressing against the dainty pink lace panties I had on. His mouth coming down hard against mine in heated desire. His tongue felt so wild as it went from my lips to my ear and
across my throat leaving a fiery trail behind. I was losing control again. Ready to let him take over and dictate what would happen next. Wait a minute! It's my turn. Just as he went to push his massive cock around the elastic of my pink undies to enter me, I backed away from him, and sat up. He almost looked mad, but I think he was just stunned.

 

"What's wrong Donna? I told you I was sorry!" his voice sounding urgent. He was standing next to the bed now, holding his hard manhood and looking confused.

 

"Remember earlier? You said only one at a time. So sorry War, but I started first this time!" He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head sideways a bit.

 

"Hey! It your rule" I said as I swung my head around to lie under his cock. I reached up and took it in my hand, stroking it slowly. That sexy, wicked smile of his was back now, bigger than ever.

 

"I have to say . . . you have a lot of guts, girl. It's quite refreshing!" his hips were moving in small circles now. I took his cock and lightly slapped it on my cheeks and across my mouth, just allowing my tongue to barely touch his
skin.

 

"Oh, ya, I like that! Play rough with me baby!" He seemed to know exactly what to do to turn me on full blast.

 

For the next half hour, I sucked and licked and rammed his huge hard cock down my throat as far as I could, disappointed I couldn't completely swallow it altogether.

 

While he talked his nasty little talk to me, it caused me to become wilder that I ever knew possible. Eventually, causing me to demand that he fuck me now, and fuck me hard. But I made him promised to let me suck him off just before he came. I wanted to make sure I directed it all over my body and face. That is the most erotic feeling, really sensuous!

 

He's turning me into a sex monster. And I loved it! You should have seen his face when I pulled away from him as he started to get off, showering my breasts, neck and face with his creamy hot seed. God it was good! And he was diggin' it just as much as I was.

 

"You nasty little girl!" he said as he pulled me to his mouth. Claiming my lips intentionally, his hand roamed freely over my body. "Your sexual appetite is insatiable!" grinning largely.

 

"What's wrong, can't handle it?" I teased.

 

"Are you kidding? I'm the only man for the job, my dear!" and we started all over again.

 

We never did make it out sight seeing. But around four o'clock we thought we should get something to eat (besides each other!). We showered together, dressed, and left the room in search of someplace fun and lively to spend the evening. We ate a light supper at a Greek restaurant's version of 'Souplantion' and found a fun looking bar on the water's edge, not too far from the hotel.

 

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The God of War had to step back for a moment to think about his plan. He felt that he did not have a tight enough hold on Donna's psyche. She was extremely spirited, and it seemed that his seduction of her was having the opposite affect. It gave her
more life and vitality, rather than drain her of it. Although he was still getting stronger, it was taking longer than he had expected. He needed more. But he also knew, when it came to him and the sex, she was already giving him everything she had and more. She was an open book. Unable to hide any part of her emotions from him. He just wasn't sure if it was because of his spell over her, or her own free will.

 

It had been such a long time since he intermingled with mortals; maybe he forgot something important about how to control them, possess them? Or were they just becoming more and more advanced as time passed. Perhaps that's why all the Gods were forgotten now. They were no longer needed - the mortals could take care of their own. Ares started to get angry - or frustrated at his analysis of humanity. He was more determined than ever to rule over all of them - and build himself a new Olympus. A New Empire. His Empire, and the entire world would be his subjects. His thoughts made his heart beat heavily.

 

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Day Two: Early Evening



 

"War? Hey War - Hello, are you in there?"

 

He shook his head and looked at me, blankly.

 

"Boy, you sure were somewhere far away, huh dude? You could have at least told me you were leaving." I teased.

 

"Wh. .what? What are you talking about? I've haven't moved since we sat down here" snapping at me.

 

"Hey, don't get your panties in a ruffle! It's just a metaphoric saying. You've never heard anyone say that before? All I meant was that you looked deep in thought. Obviously, I was right, because it sure changed your mood!" becoming defensive.

 

I got up and walked over to the jukebox to see what they had to choose from. I wanted to hear something upbeat right now, since lover boy ticked me off by jumping down my throat. I fed the machine a few dollar bills and found the perfect 'theme song' for War and me. A big smiled developed as I picked a Rolling Stones tune. I punched in a few more selections and glanced over at the booth where War was paying the waitress for our drinks when the music started playing. I was still flipping through song titles,
dancing in place when I felt his arms circle around me from behind.

 

"Your drink is here. Won't you come back to the table now? I'm awfully lonesome with you being so far away." His voice was low, speaking softly into my ear. I turned around to face him; his arms still around me. He was sticking out his bottom lip - pouting with an exaggerated 'oh - feel sorry for me' look in his eye. I could help laughing! He looked so cute. I gave him a quick kiss on his luscious full lips.

 

"O.K. But only if you promise to have fun."

 

"I promise, I'll be a good boy."

 

I put my arms around his neck to hug him, and whispered to him "I like it better when you're a BAD boy!" and quickly poked my tongue in his ear. I released my hold and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the booth.

 

The Stones tune was playing now. I was in front of him, playfully performing the words of theg tog to him. "I
can't get no - satisfaction, but I tried, and I tried" It didn't take him long to jump in as he partnered me in my silly performance. We laughed, acting like teenagers. Having a great time together!

 

His eyes were revealing the child in him as he smiled and danced around with me. Will he ever stop surprising me like this? It was such a change from the syrupy seductiveness he was always wearing (I liked that too, though).

 

He seemed light-hearted and happy. I don't think he knew any of the songs that were playing, but he was faking it pretty good. I don't know, maybe he is into classical . . . or punk! Didn't matter. I was having the vacation of my life! And I knew it was mostly because of him!

 

A tall man with a receding hairline entered the lounge with some electronic equipment. He had on a pair a beige poly-blend pants
and a shirt that looked like Jamaican Goodwill reject. He walked onto the small mock stage and began to set up his equipment.

 

"Oh look! I guess we're going to have some live entertainment"

 

"What was that, Don?" he had momentarily tuned out the rest of the world, completely taken in by the sound of Sade's sultry voice signing 'Ordinary Love'.

 

"I said 'live entertainment' - see?" I pointed to the man on the stage.

 

"What's he doing?" he asked. I could tell he was beginning to slip back into Sade's words. She was telling him she'd 'keep crying for you, keep trying for . . . I'm falling.'

 

I answered anyway, if only for the reason of hearing my own voice. "I'm not sure, I don't see a guitar or anything, just a couple of mics."

 

Thank God that song is over now or I was going to have to go kick Sade's little ass for stealing War's attention away from me.

 

War picked up his drink and curved a semi-grin from the corners of his mouth. He took a sip from the glass, gazing mischievously at me. Scooting closer to me, one of his hands disappeared underneath the table and found my leg. He gently squeezed my inner thigh and pushed his hand down farther between my legs. I looked at him, shaking my head and smiling

 

"What are you doing?"

 

"Er, ah, my hand was cold." Giving me this innocent look.

 

"Only one hand?" I joked.

 

He set down his drink and looked as if he was going to put the other hand in the same place. Instead he reached for the far side of my waist, pulling me closer to him. He kissed my cheek.

 

"I like this … music!"

 

The way he said it almost made me think that he had never heard any music before, of any kind. That was preposterous! omeone of his age, never hearing music. Age? I wonder how old he is.

 

"War? How old are you?" He had been watching the tall, funky dressed man with curiosity, but now quickly turned to look me in the eyes.

 

"What does it matter? I'm older than you, and that all you need to know about it."

 

My question seemed to hit a nerve with him.

 

Boy! This guy has more mood swings than a woman with PMS. I snuggled up to him and whispered in his ear "I was just curious, because you are such a fantastic lover, ya know. Like you have had decades of experience, yet, you don't look much older then me." I backed away and with my head tilted downwards, I looked up at him through my eyelashes, raising my eyebrows. He took my chin in his hand and lifted my face up to his.

 

"Try centuries!"

 

I smiled, knowing I was not going to get a real answer out of him. Like he said, what does it matter anyway? He laid a slow, sensuous kiss on my lips. One of the kind of kisses that cause my eyes to close and the world to disappear from around me, leaving just the two of us. I sighed when he stopped, my eyes slowly opening to the vision of his gorgeous face, with his neatly trimmed beard and dark, sexy eyes. Suddenly, I was startled by a loud sound, causing me to jump and w my my eyes. He laughed at me.

 

"Good evening folks. How's everybody doing tonight?"

 

It was the man on stage. He apparently succeeded in connecting his gear and was conducting a sound check. "Testing, testing - one - two - three" When he was satisfied, he continued.

 

"O.K. people, it KARAOKE time!" He flipped on a CD. The jukebox faded out as a music video began to appear on the various TV screens around the room. He started to sing a poor imitation of Elvis' 'Love Me Tender'. The waitress approached our table again.

 

"Another round?"

 

War nodded. I popped up "Where do I get a list of songs?"

 

"I'll bring one back when I deliver your drinks." War was looking at me questionably.

 

"I like to sing" I justified to him.

 

"Really?" he seemed amused.

 

This guy really sucks! I thought as the DJ began to sing a second song. 'Born To Be Wild'. I could tell War agreed. He looked at me by shifting his eyes my way, but kept his head faced forward. His brows were drawn together, causing his forehead to wrinkle.

 

"Want to go some place else?" he finally says, looking as if he could no longer handle the mans%lse Acrooning anymore.

 

"Sure, I guess. But let me have a shot at it first." I picked out two songs and wrote them on the cards the waitress brought with thegboogbook. After one more torturous rendition of what usually was a good song, the DJ called me up.

 

"And now, our first performer of the evening. Let's give a big welcome to ...DONNA"

 

Now the bar had about twice as many people than when we first arrived. The music started and I was rather nervous all of a sudden. OK here goes. My first song was 'The Rose'. I started to relax after the first verse. I knew I was a decent singer.
I joined the chorus in high school and sung in the church choir. I even had a mini-karaoke setup back home. Soon, I forgot about the people in the bar, tuning everyone out, like War had done with the Sade song. I sang beautifully, and was rewarded by
enthusiastic claps and whistles from the crowd. Now song #2. I had picked out an old ballad from my parents era. I always loved that music. Those people were real musicians back then. It was called 'I've Got A Crush On You', a real sweet and charming love
song. I sang it better than the first song. (more clapping and cheers). When I returned to the table, War had a pleasantly surprised look on his face.

 

"Wow! You're really good, Don! I mean REALLY!" then he leaned over to whisper something to me. "Will you sing to me in bed tonight?" I blushed. There were some people sitting close by who were pointing at me and talking. War proudly put his arm around me, letting everyone know that I was there with him. Another lady was singing now. At least she was better than the host, who was walking up to our table.

 

"Excuse me. You are a really good singer. Care to do a few more?"

 

I started to shake my head no when War interjected.

 

"She is good, huh? Sure she'll sing some more, won't you honey?"

 

"Ya sure, I guess so"

 

"That's great cause I'm really terrible. But I needed a job and this is better than nothing." The DJ said. "Here are some more tickets to fill out."

 

So, on and off for the next few hours, I sang a variety of songs ranging from pop to soft rock to oldies, and of course my favorite big band tunes that were either swinging or love ballads. I had way too much to drink and the words on the TV were getting blurry. Good thing I know all the words by heart.

 

Around 9:00 pm, I told War that I wanted to go back to the hotel. The alcohol was making me hot and horny, or maybe it was the way that War was looking so desirably at me.

 

"Come on, baby! I want to go and play your instrument. The one that makes my body sing!" and I laid a big wet kis his his full pink lips. It was starting to become more than just a kiss.

 

"Let's get out of here" he grabbed my hand and we headed for the door. You could hear some people calling after me 'Goodbye'. 'You were great!' 'Night Donna'. When we were outside, he stopped and pulled me into his arms.

 

"You seem to have made a few fans in there. I'm not surprised, with a voice like yours." He pulled me tighter to him, "but I'm your biggest fan. The only one you need" and his hot mouth covered mine in a possessive claim, sparked by the mild jealously I had heard in his voice. It made me feel good that he wanted me that much.

 

Becoming extremely aroused by his lustful kisses and the sensation of his cock growing harder as it pressed against me, I told him we had better hurry and get back while my legs could still support me. By the way he was kissing me, they would surly turn to rubber at any moment.

 

Then his strong arms swooped me from the ground and he carried me until we reached the entry of the hotel, kissing me the entire time. Desire had taken us both over and as soon as we were in my room, I ripped my clothes off. Then I turned to him to help withs. s. We never made it to the bed; he took me without hesitation, right there on the floor, immediately ramming his stiff cock into my wet pussy until I was screaming in ecstasy. It was really hot sex. Rolling all over the floor, utilizing the furniture, whispering dirty things in my ear, driving me absolutely wild with lust and raw desire. We even were getting a little rough at one point.

 

When we were both spent, I looked at his sweaty face and cried "GOD, are you ever GOOD!" He didn't say anything, he just looked proud. He must have carried me to the bed, because I didn't remember getting in myself.

 

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Ares was sitting on the sofa of the hotel room. Donna had fallen asleep on the floor, so he had picked her up and tucked her into bed. She was wild tonight! He felt twice as regenerated as the last time. He smiled as he watched her breath - in and out. This has got to be the strongest mortal he had ever come across. All of the mortals whose lives he had previously touched, especially the women, would have been whimpering fools by now. Crying for either his attention or his mercy. Not this one! He thought,
perhaps she could be a part of his new empire. He would have to wait and see. Because, as much as he denied it, as much as he tried not to, he really liked her. She was beautiful, smart, fun, spirited and the best lay he could remember having with a mortal in a long time.

 

Feeling more alive now, he focused on planning the next steps to take in the proclamation of his New World. He would probably need to call on an ally or two. He thought about Discord or Strife, maybe one of the other Gods. He smiled as Aphrodite came to mind and then remembered how upset Donna had gotten with harliarlier. He liked the feeling he got when she was mad at him. It turned him on in a sinister way. 'I bet she can get really hot under the collar if provoked enough. I bet she's stubborn and uncontrollably passionate. But she's pretty good at kee her her emotions in check, I have to admit, she's got a lot of self-control. That's so unusual for a woman. Maybe I have some fun toow wow when I take her around Greece. Yes, it will make for an interesting day.'

 

He had completely drifted from his thoughts of planning the world's demise, distracted by this simple girl who was asleep in front of him. He was determined to control her, since she seemed to be one who wouldn't let herself be controlled by anyone. 'We'll just see about that!' He loved a good challenge.

 

He stood, walked to the bed and touched her face. After turning off the lights, he joined her in bed, closely snuggling up to her naked body. With his arms wrapped around her, he kissed her cheek lightly, sighed and drifted off to sleep himself.


 

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