Ares' Crown

Two weeks later, the God of War arrived at Dr. Zany's office once again. The same blonde receptst gst greeted him and showed him to a room.

When thctorctor came in, Ares’ cheeks turned scarlet red as embarrassment flooded him over his behavior during his last visit.

“And how are you feeling today, Ares?” Dr. Zany asked, but then quickly rephrased the question. "I mean - doing. How are you doing today?"

“I'm here, okay? That counts for something.”

“Good. So, you're ready to have that tooth fixed?”

“I suppose so.”

She nodded her head. “Fine, then lay back and we'll get the gas going.”

He sat back and she moved to his side and fumbled with the attachments for the gas tank. She placed the mask over his face and left the room.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Just relax and take in deep breaths,” she said before exiting.


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Dr. Zany went to her private office to collect her head. By the time she returned to Ares’ room, he was out cold. She had made sure that he got an extra rich dose of gas, wanting him to be completely asleep when she worked on him. She didn't want to give him any more opportunity to taunt her with sexual innuendoes. It was hard enough to deal with the last time he was in. She had found herself thinking about him for the next three days, thinking about his chest, those lips, that . . . Oh, oh. Not again!!

Within thirty minutes she was done. The beautiful golden crown had been made to perfection and fit easily onto his broken tooth. She tried to revive him when she finished, but he was still too far under.

Then she did something that surprised herself. She reached into the gap of his vest and slid her hand over his chest and abdomen, pinched a nipple, then followed the trail of sexy hair down his body. She stopped only because the belt he wore acted as a roadblock. He felt wonderful under her skilled fingers. Hard and taught, yet soft and tender, all at the same time.

Ares groaned softly in his sleep and that brought the doctor back to reality. “Oh gods! What am I doing?” she said out load, her mind screeching at her to get out of there. “Ill just let him sleep it off,” she thought as she shut off the light and closed the door.


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Four Hours Later . . .

The office was closed for the evening and Blondie had gone home. Oddly, she had somehow forgotten all about her sleeping patient in the other room. In her private office, she removed her hospital clothes and mask and changed into her tight fitting leotard andkoutkout wear. She was just about to head out to the gym when suddenly she heard a loud crash, like one of her stainless steel trays had fallen on the floor.

She went to investigate the noise, and as she headed towards the sound she remembered about leaving Ares to sleep off the anesthetic. She opened the door to find the black leather clad God of War inhaling lungful of gas. His back was to her and he had not heard her enter the room. He kneeled on the floor and a screwdriver magically appeared in his hand. He started to unscrew the bolts that attached the dentist chair to the floor.

“What do you think you're doing, Ares?”

Startled, the god jumped to his feet. His eyes were glossy and he had a permanent smirk on his face.

“Oh. Ah . . . ah,” he stumbled. Realizing he was still holding the screwdriver, he clumsily hid it behind his back. “Nothing. I'm not doing anything, doctor.”

She walked to him and snatched the tool from his hand. “Really? Then what's this for?”

Ares said nothing in his defense. He blatantly eyed the doctor seductively, checking her out from head to toe. She looked completely different without her blue medical uniform on. She had shoulder-length curly blonde hair and her workout suit highlighted her hourglass shape. “My, my. Don't you look tight?” he purred.

“Quit trying to change the subject, buster. What are you doing in here?”

“Why, I came to have my crown put on. But you would already know that if you were really the doc, now, wouldn't cha?”

He reached for the gas mask and tried to take another hit, but Dr. Zany grabbed it before he could. He was being impossible. “Go home, Ares. We're done here.”

“Fine, Ill go. But only if I get to take the chair with me.” He sat down on the recliner and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

The doctor smiled. “So that's what you were doing. You were trying to steal my chair.” She laughed, her bright smile made her pretty green eyes sparkle with amusement. “What's wrong, war god? Couldn't transport it with your powers? You can thank Hephaestus for that.”

Ares' mood suddenly changed. He stood abruptly, slapping his hands on his thighs in defeat. His eyes had narrowed and he was frowning. “Damn it!” he barked, “I was so looking forward to . . . trying it out later. I would have returned it in a few days.”

Dr. Zany rolled her eyes and simpered. “Don't you men ever think about anything else?” she mumbled more to herself then to Ares. “Sorry, my dear. Maybe you could find a park bench instead. Now, it's time to go.” She stomped over to the door, opened it and stood there glaring, waiting for him to leave.

Ares looked at her smugly. “I don't think so, my good doctor.” He waved his hand.

Suddenly, Dr. Zany was lying on the chair. Ares had added the little perk of restraining straps, which were snugly fitted around her wrists and ankles, and her usual mask was now tied around her head as a In In a blink of an eye, he changed his attire to something similar to the doc’s hospital blues.

He leered at her wickedly. “It's my turn to be the doctor,” he said, reaching for the latex gloves.

Dr. Zany struggled to get free, but it didn't do any good. She was no match against a god's power. Angry, she tried to yell for him to free her, but her words were only abstract muffled cries.

Ares took a hit off of the gas and then put it over the doctor's face. “Here, this gas shit makes you feel ssssoooo good! It will help you to relax. Take deep breaths, now.”

The poor doc was really in trouble now. She tried not to breathe for as long as possible but eventually had to take in air. Ares just waited patiently, knowing she would have to sooner or later. Finally, she couldn't wait any longer and gasped for air, ultimately taking in much more of the gas than she would have if she had cooperated.

“There you go. That's right. Take another lungful. Good girl,” he coaxed, seductively.

After a couple more hits, she resisted him no longer.

“You know, Doc, you're really a hot looking woman! I never knew you were so pretty under that medical uniform you wear all the time.” He slowly ran a hand down her leg. “I've always had a thing for older women, too. They have such . . . experience. One can learn many exotic things from a woman of experience. Don't you agree?”

The doctor looked up at the handsome god with glossy, heavy lidded eyes and nodded. “Umm-humm,” she managed to sound through the gag.

He continued his verbal seduction, "Yes, I thought you might. So perhaps then, doctor, you could teach me a thing or two?" he baited. "You know, since I've just barely turned a man."

"Isdvvnnntt mmennneetuuu ekmmmkessss olfoooff uuuouu," the doc said.

Ares looked amused but puzzled, drawing his eyebrows together and causing a wrinkle to appear in his forehead. "What was that, Doc? I couldn't quite understand you."

An impatient look crossed the doctor's face. "Weesekllll, iifffffuuu wwwwoooodddaaadda . . ." Ares waved his hand and the gag disappeared. " . . . remove this stupid gag then you would . . ." She realized what he had done a few seconds later. "Oh! Thanks, that's much better."

"Well, I would have a pretty hard time kissing you if you were still wearing it, now wouldn't I?"

A sudden wave of desire washed through the doctor's body at the thought of his words. "Kiss me?" she asked.

Ares straddled the chair and sat on her thighs. He placed a hand on each of the armrests, leaded forward and brought his face close to hers. "Yes, Dr. Zany, that's what I said." He licked his lips, his gaze fixed intently on her lips. He looked back into her eyes. "You're not going to tell me that you don't want to, are you?" He put his hand over his heart. "Oh, Doc! You hurt my feelings," he said sarcastically.

Sexily, the doctor shifted her eyes downward and then back up again to meet his. "I wouldn't want to insult you again. That wouldn't show good bedside manner, you know." She smiled mischievously.

He smiled back, a wicked look in his eye, and then lowered his mouth to the doctor's, causing an immediate moan from her. He teased her lips with his tongue, circling the inside of her mouth before pushing it in further. She returned his kiss with equal passion, biting softly on his lower lip. It surprised him somewhat to discover that she was an excellent kisser - she was sensuous and tender, and his cock started to get hard right away. He ground his hips against her body so she could feel how aroused she was making him. He broke their kiss, and his lips continued down the side of her neck. She whispered through the moaning, "Oh, Gods, Ares. Why are you torturing me like this?"

Ares stopped and pulled back to view her. "I believe you mortals call it payback." He grinned at the now-confused looking doctor. "Oh, come now, Doc. It's nothing to get upset about. I mean, you've had the pleasure of torturing me for centuries. It's only fair that I be allowed the same opportunity."

The poor doctor looked dumbfounded. "Is that what this is all about? Listen, Ares, I never meant you any harm. I was just doing my job," she protested. "I had no idea it bothered you like that. Please, don't do this. Please . . ."

He cut her off by placing the gas mask over her mouth again. "Sshhh. I was only teasing. I'm not going to do anything to you. Well, nothing that you won't like, anyway." He pulled the mask off of her and put it to his mouth, taking in another lungful. "Aahhhh. That feels good."

He set the mask aside and when he looked back to the doctor, she was smiling again. He jumped off of her and started looking around the chair. "So, Doc, where are the adjustment controls for this thing?" he asked.

"There should be a small box you control with your foot." Instantly, the chair started to hum as the back flattened out. "That'd be it," she said.

Ares lowered the chair till it nearly touched the ground. Then he adjusted the back again to bring the doctor into a sitting position. He straddled her again, only this time standing. Her fwas was perfect level with his bulging crotch.

He squatted and kissed her again, passionately, hungrily. By the time he stood back up, she was panting. It was apparent the affect the god had on Dr. Zany since her hard nipples could easily be seen through the tight body suit she wore.

She looked up at him, desire clearly written on her face. Ares said nothing, but with a thought, made his clothes disappear. He proudly stood naked in front of her, his cock at full attention.

Her mouth dropped open as her eyes traveled down the length of his body and settled between his legs. "Oh. My. God!! You really have developed into quite an extraordinary man!" she said in awe. "Largely developed, no doubt. I believe a closer examination might be necessary, Ares."

"Doctor knows best!" he responded as he moved a little closer to her face.

Zany couldn't take her eyes off his perfect specimen. She licked her lips in anticipation as he came closer. He grabbed his cock, holding it teasingly in front of her.

"Now, what's that you say, Doc? Oh yeah, open wide." He was enjoying this far too much.

She opened her mouth and let him guide it to her. His size was humongous and may even have been a bit frightening, had she not been "gassed". But at the moment, neither one had any inhibitions. He lightly slapped his dick against her face and then traced around her mouth with it. It drove her crazy.

"Damn you, Ares. Just give it to me!" she cried.

He chuckled, loving that she was begging him, and then pushed the head into her mouth. Her eyes closed and she moaned her approval. She swirled her hot tongue around the tip and then down to the underside, rocking her head from side to side the entire time.

Ares groaned. "Oh, Doctor. Oh. OH!!"

Now she was the one chuckling. She slid her lips off with a smack and looked up at the god. "You like that, huh?" she teased.

He stroked her cheek one one hand, his face beaming with pleasure. "I can see why you're a dentist now. You've got some mouth on you, doctor." He rocked his hips quickly from side to side, inching closer to her again. "More please."

She smiled slyly. "Not until you release my hands." Instantly, her hands were free. She reached up and started to stroke the god with one hand, her other hand moved freely at will, caressing his thighs or ass. She pulled him closer to her and started to suck him some more. She licked down the length of his shaft to his balls and then took each one in her mouth. Ares became even harder and that exited the both of them all the more.

"Gods, your dick is perfect," she murmured, rubbing the side of her face against it. For a while, she continued to orally please the god until he became weak in the knees. He tapped the button box on the floor and the chair started to rise up until he was sitting across her legs, again. He leaned in and kissed her, and her arms flew around his neck, pulling him harder to her. When he pulled away to travel down her neck, she noticed she was also naked now, too.

Ares licked a hot path down to her large, pinkish nipples and enclosed his lips around it. He bit it playfully, holding it between his teeth and dragged his tongue across it and then did it to the other one. "Oh, shit," she exclaimed as his tongue seared her skin. She took her hands and lifted each of the heavy melons, as if she were offering them up to him, and then started to slap him in the face with them.

He grinned, leaving the doctor briefly stunned by his gorgeous smile and perfect teeth. You could hardly notice his crown, but even if you did, all you saw was gold, which almost seemed natural in the mouth of a god. Ares wrapped his hand around one of her breasts and squeezed.

"Honk ~ Honk! Why, Doctor, what lovely hooters you've got, my dear!" They both cracked up in laughter.

"Well, the better to get you're attention with, my child."

"Child?" Ares said, immediately losing his smile. "I'm no child or haven't you figured that out yet? A child wouldn't be doing THIS to you." He emphasized the word "this" by somehow pulling her legs straight up in the air. She wasn't quite sure how he did that trick, since he was sitting on top of them moments ago. Nonetheless, it had surprised her and she yelped and then laughed uncontrollably.

He quickly adjusted the chair higher as he scooted her ass closer to him. With any warning or foreplay, he drove his tongue between her legs. She was already wet, which added passion to the war god's task, reveling in the fact that he already had her turned on. Her hands moved to his head, pushing him harder into her pussy.

She cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, Ares. Shit! Shit! Oh, man, you really know what you're doing. Shit!!"

Her praise went directly to his head, first the one on his shoulders, then to the one between his legs, as he got more and more excited. His tongue whirled rapidly between the good doctor's legs, flicking her sensitive bud over and over and over again, until she screamed her orgasm at the top of her lungs. She oozed with her fluids, sweet and warm. Ares' rubbed nearly his whole face in it.

"Fuck! You are one tasty bitch," he growled, going in for another round.

The doc stopped him by pulling him by his hair. "Hey there. I need a breather. I'm not as young as I used to be, you know," she joked. "But then, I don't think I've been this excited since back in high school. It really takes a lot more out of you when you feel like this."

Seductively, Ares crawled on top of Dr. Zany's body and kissed her, slowly. He paused and ran a hand across her cheek and looked seriously into her eyes. "What wrong, Doc? Can't keep up with us boys, or am I just too much of a man for you?" he growled and kissed her roughly.

She pushed him off her and he landed on his rear. "Get off me, Ares!" Then she got off the chair as well and fumbled with the control box. "So, you think I can't keep up with you, huh? Well, we'll just see about that."

Amused, Ares stayed seated on the floor watching her ego inflate in fury. She adjusted the chair into a different position and then pulled out a hand control attachment from a nearby drawer. She attached it and then grabbed the gas mask for another blast.

"Get on," she commanded.

Ares rose with a smirk, snatched the mask for himself and then got on the chair.

"Not that way. Put your head where your feet go. That's right. Good." She got on, facing him, and just sat there a moment.

Ares looked at her questionably, raising an eyebrow. "What now?"

She just smiled and pushed a button on the hand control. The chair began to vibrate, and her end started to decline, causing Ares to slide towards her. He got the idea right away and positioned his cock to meet up with her pussy. The chair slowly caressed their bodies, adding to their sexual pleasure. It kept turning until she was upside down and his upper body was parallel with the floor. Somehow, neither one fell out and now all the god had to do was move his hips and his cock easily slid in and out of her. They stayed that way until he made her cum a couple more times.

"Okay," Ares said. "I've had enough of this position. Put us upright again, Doc."

"Okay," she agreed, her face flushed and sweaty. Then she realized she didn't have the controller. "Hey, where's the controller?"

"It's on the floor by your head."

"Where?" It was lying more behind her and she couldn't see it. She reached her arm out and blindly felt around for it.

"Right there. No, no, more to the left. You're almost there." Unfortunately, it was just beyond her reach.

"Shit, I can't reach it, Ares. What are we going to do?" Then she busted out in laughter.

Ares didn't find the situation that amusing. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, I was just imagining the look on Blondie's face when he comes in tomorrow and finds us in this position. It will be all over Olympus by lunchtime." She laughed some more, even harder. Ares couldn't help but laugh, too, but he laughed more at the doctor getting a kick out of it then about being caught.

Then he noticed the foot controller on the other side. It was within reach. "Hey, can you reach the box?"

She looked around and saw it, and easily slid it closer to her. She pushed a button that moved the chair in a way where she could now retrieve the hand controller and a moment later they were right side up.

"Whew, I don't think I'll be trying that again for a while," she said as she stood, holding onto the chair for balance.

Ares jumped up and ran around to where she stood. "Stay right there." He grabbed the controller and lowered the chair, then pushed her across it so her ass was pointed his way. He spanked her lightly. "You're a naughty doctor. Naughty, naughty, girl. Now, spread those legs apart. That's right." He slapped her again.

She was getting horny all over again. "Oh, baby, please don't punish me. I'll be good, I promise."

He put one hand on her back to hold her down and grabbed her hair with the other, yanking her head back. He whispered in her ear, "But I like it when you're naughty. You're so fuckin' hot when you're naughty." He released her hair.

She moaned and rubbed her ass against his hard body. He let his dick rest between her butt-cheeks, rubbing it back and forth, driving her crazy with lust. This was always the best part of sex for the war god. He loved to drive woman wild with desire for him, to have them beg him to fuck them. It made him feel even more superior having that kind of power.

Even though Dr. Zany was a half god, it did not keep her from being immune to his seduction. Within moments, she fell in to his sex snare and begged and pleaded for his cock. He held back longer than usual with the doc, perhaps really wanting some payback deep down inside of him. He took great pleasure in this kind of torture.

Finally, his cock was so hard, he could have drilled a hole in the wall, and he entered her pussy with a slam. She cried out instantly, "Oh YES! WAR GOD. YES!!!!"

He wiggled, and poked, and rolled and shook his hips in every direction. In and out and up and down and back and forth and any other way you can think of - he did them all. The doctor had never known such sexual bliss even existed. She'd had plenty of lovers in her lifetime, but no one had ever done it to her the way that Ares did it to her that night.

Ares had lost count of the number of times he made his partner climax. He was still pumping away when he noticed the sun filtering in through the window blinds. He flipped the doctor over and crawled on top, entering her from the front and buried his head in her bosom. He bit her nipples and licked her neck and then whispered in her ear, "Bite me and spank my ass."

She smiled and kissed him savagely, biting his neck, and then his lower lip. Her hand contacted his ass with all the strength she could muster. Suddenly, Ares tightened up, and closed his eyes tightly. He bucked and bucked again, shooting his hot seed deep inside of her. "AAAARRRAAAGGGGGGGG."

Then he collapsed on to her, breathing heavily. Neither one even tried to move for at least twenty minutes. Eventually, he rolled off, stood, and then helped her up. He embraced her affectionately, stroking her hair.

"Now, that's what I call therapy!" she said, still somewhat out of breath. "Are you sure that you're not the doctor?"

Ares stood up a bit straighter and got a cocky look on his face. "Yes, you can call me . . . Dr. Love!" he teased.

She laughed, and it turned into a yawn. "Well, I better get cleaned up. The office opens in a couple of hours." She kissed him and started to straighten up the mess they made. With a blink of an eye, he dressed them both.

"Well, I'll leave you to it, then." He paused. "Doctor?"

She turned to look at him. "Yes?"

"Thankr ler letting me try your chair. I know I'll never be able to go to a dentist again without thinking about last night."

She laughed. "Aren't you the lucky one?" He cocked his head to the side, not understanding her comment. She continued, "I'll be reminded of it every day now until I retire. That just plain torture, Ares."

He smirked. "Payback's a bitch!ThenThen he disappeared.


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Later that afternoon, Ares went back to Dr. Zany office with a simple "Thank You" card for the beautiful work she did on his tooth, as well as on other parts of his body. But when he arrived, the office was shut down. The sign read, "Temporarily Closed for Repairs."

He chuckled and slid the card into the mail slot and walked away. The sun cheerfully reflected off of his golden crown as he smiled at the memory of his encounter with Dr. Zany.

Now, instead of fearing a trip to the dentist, Ares looked forward to having check-ups on a regular basis!