Naked Warrior

PART TWO

The next morning, Daria was awakened by the elderly woman, lightly shaking her.

"Wake up, child. The Master wishes to see you."

Daria sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She opened her mouth with a big yawn and stretched her arms out above her head. She had not slept so well since the last time she was in her own bed back home on the farm. She gazed with sleepy eyes at the woman standing beside the bed.

"Come on, now. Rise and shine. It's not a good idea to keep the Master waiting." She grabbed Daria's covers and tossed them off of her. "Get up, child."

Daria complied, reluctantly. She really didn't want to get up yet. The bed was so soft and warm, she could have stayed there all day, or at least another few hours. She walked over to the large bowl of water on a small table against the wall and splashed it onto her face. She was surprised that the water was warm instead of cold, like she had expected. She turned to the woman.

"Did you just fill this?" Daria asked.

The lady shook her head no.

"But the water is warm. How can that…" The old woman interrupted her in mid sentence.

"You need ask? You are in the temple of a God." The woman rolled her eyes at her lack of knowledge.

"Oh!" Daria shrugged.

"Hurry up, child. You're taking too long." She clapped her hands together, as if it helped speed Daria along.

Daria's eyes scanned the room for her clothes, completely passing over the new battle leathers and armor right in front of her. She didn't notice them since they were not familiar to her.

"What have you done with my clothes?"

"My Lord had provided you with new clothes. They are right in front of you - are you blind?" The old woman seemed to be losing patience with her.

Daria picked up the leathers and looked them over. An approving grin formed on her face and she immediately put them on. The old woman helped her strap on the armor and as soon as they were done, she was ushering Daria out the door and down the large hallway again.

She led her back to the throne room, where the God of War was speaking with one of his warlords. The elderly lady announced Daria, then turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Ares was sitting in his chair while the other man stood in front of him. Upon Daria's entrance, they both stopped talking and looked her way. A huge smile came to Ares' face as he rose from his throne and moved towards Daria.

"I see you have found the new leathers and armor I left for you, my dear. Do you approve of my choice?"

"Of course, Ares. They fit perfectly and are made of the thickest leather I've ever seen!" She bowed her head in respect to Ares. "Thank you, Lord."

"Good, I'm glad you like them." He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, giving it a gentle peck. Then, without releasing it, he led her back towards the throne where the other man was still standing.

"There is someone here I want you to meet, Daria. I think that he may be able to help you in your training, if you still so desire to learn, that is. Balicus, this is Daria, the young woman I told you about. Daria, meet General Balicus. The General has aided me in the training of many men in my armies. He had agreed to help you train, as well."

Balicus looked over Daria and frowned slightly. He looked at Ares and jerked his head in a motion, indicating to step off to the side.

"May I please have a word with you, My Lord?" Ares and Balicus stepped a few feet away from Daria. Ares looked at the General with slightly narrowed eyes.

"What is it, Balicus?"

"Sire, she is but a child. You wish for me to train a child for battle? She doesn't even look strong enough to wield a sword."

Ares started laughing at first, and then he grabbed Balicus by the scruff of the neck and raised him a few feet off the floor. Ares was glaring at him with anger on his face.

"You dare question me, Balicus? Have you forgotten whom you are talking to? I have given you more freedom than any other general under my command, and this is how you repay me? By questioning me?"

He released Balicus with a slight shove and he landed on the floor in front of the God, gasping for a breath. He propped himself up and rubbed the area around his neck where Ares had held him.

"No, my Lord," he said. His voice had become scruffy from the lack of air

"You either do as I ask, Balicus, or you walk out of here with no further protection from me!" Ares stated.

Daria stood frozen as she watched the two men interact. She had not realized the true extent of power the War God possessed. Oh my, what have I gotten myself into, she thought.

Balicus clumsily got to his feet and straightened himself up. He bowed his head to Ares.

"Forgive me, Lord. I will do as you wish."

"Good! Now, leave us. I will inform you when you are needed again."

Balicus nodded and bowed again. He took a few steps backward from the War God, then turned and left the room. Ares watched him until he reached the door, anger still shown in his face. When he was gone, Ares turned back to Daria and his expression changed instantly. His eyes sparkled with a lustful appreciation as he looked her over and smiled. He took a seat on his throne.

"So, young Daria, did you sleep well?"

"Y-y-yes, Lord." Daria's voice came out broken. Ares' little display of control over the warlord had shocked her. She knew now that this God could do anything to her and she would be helpless to stop him. She shifted nervously from foot to foot, avoiding direct eye contact with him.

Ares chuckled, obvious to him that she was feeling uncomfortable.

"Don't let that little scene discourage you, my sweet. Balicus is an excellent soldier and an even better teacher. He will teach you, and you will learn. He just doesn't know you like I do. But soon enough , he will be able to see the potential in you, as I have."

Daria wasn't quite sure how to respond. She stared at the ground; her long golden hair fell forward and covered her face, conveniently hiding it from the War God. Her hands were clasped together behind her back and swept her foot from side to side across the floor in front of her.

"Daria?"

"Huh." She snapped her head up and her eyes were wide as she looked at him.

"Come here, please," he spoke softly. She slowly took a few steps towards him and stood before him.

"Could you scratch my back? This itch is driving me crazy and I can't reach it," he purred, turning his back towards her. He had an itch all right; it just wasn't on his back. But he couldn't resist an opportunity to touch her again. She was so desirable.

Daria breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course I will. Where is it?"

"Beneath the right shoulder." Daria ran her fingernails across the place he spoke of, but it had no affect since the leather of his vest was so thick.

"I can't feel anything. Here, wait a second." He removed his vest and draped it over one of the arms of the throne.

Daria just stared at him a moment, before trying again. Gods, he's beautiful! So strong and muscular, she thought. When she touched his back, it was like fire, sending waves of heat through her fingers, down her arm, and straight to her hidden area.

Ares arched his back and wiggled a bit. "Oh, yeah. That's the place. Right there! Ahhhh." A second later, he turned and captured her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. He looked her over from head to toe as she sat there motionless.

"Thank you!" he whispered. "You must have magic hands," he teased, raising his eyebrows up and down. Then he leaned in and kissed her. Gently at first, but as his passion for her quickly grew, his kiss deepened. She moaned when his lips moved under her chin and up the side of her neck until he reached her ear. New feelings and sensations rushed her body and she was so caught up in them, she hadn't noticed her own hand caressing the God's naked chest.

Her fingers moved along the soft, thick hair until they found one of his nipples. She instinctively pinched it gently and circled it with her index finger. His eyes closed and his body tensed slightly and he "hummed" softly.

"You do have magic hands, Daria!" he cooed to her. She suddenly became aware of the hardness of his swelling cock pushing against her ass. He started to rock his hips slowly, causing it to become even harder. Her whole body began to tingle and she felt a wetness develop between her legs.

Ares found her lips again and teased her sensually with his tongue, sliding it in and around her mouth. He had both hands on her head, either caressing her face or running through her hair. He was driving her crazy with impatience and she didn't kwhy,why, never having experienced this strange anxiety before. She only knew that she wanted him to touch her body, to have his hands run over her skin. It cried for his attention. The nipples on her bountiful breast were so hard they ached and the warmth between her legs was almost becoming too much to stand.

When she could take it no longer, she pushed him off of her and looked at him with pleading, bright green eyes. She grabbed one of his hands and whispered to him.

"Please, touch me here." She placed his hand on her breast. Ares smiled wickedly and in a blink of an eye, he had transported them to his bedchambers. She was now lying on her back and he was on his hands and knees, straddling over her. He kissed her lips again before moving lower to her breasts. The armor and leather she had on was gone, leaving only the sheer undergarment that acted as protection from the leather against the skin. He slid the material down a little to expose more of her bosom and then caressed one breast with his hand, while his lips tantalized the skin of the other.

"Is this where you wanted me to touch you, Daria? Right here?" He covered her nipple over the material and he sucked it into his mouth, kneading it with his lips.

"Ooowww," she cried in pleasure and pushed against him harder. Her hands were combing through his rich, thick hair, stroking him tenderly. "What is happening? What are you doing to me, Ares?" she whispered.

He paused his actions and looked at her. "I am awakening your body's sense of pleasure. It's always been there, only hidden. But it's calling to me, Daria. It wants me to seek it out and bring it to the surface. Don't fight it. Let me free you; show you pleasures you never thought possible. You know you want to. I can tell by your body's reactions. You can't keep it hidden it from me, Daria."

The sound of his husky voice flowed through her and she felt herself yielding to her body's desires. She sighed heavily.

"You want me, don't you, Daria?" Lust enveloped each word as it left the War God's mouth.

She looked into his sexy, powerful eyes; her own eyes conveying her answer to him. "Gods! Yes. But I'm . . . scared," she admitted.

He began to gently kiss her again. "Don't worry, my sweet." He made the rest of her clothes disappear as his mouth moved further down her body. "You're gonna love this!" he said knowingly.

He swirled his tongue around her navel and then poked it inside the tiny hole. She giggled. Then slowly and tenderly, he laid wet busses down each side of her body, starting under her arms and ending at her ankles. When he had completed both sides, he sat down at her feet and started to massage them. His hand were warm and his fingers were strong and Daria had half expected the gesture to be ticklish, but rather, it seemed to relax her to the melting point and she couldn’t hold back the oows and ahhs that poured from her lips. She had never realized how much her feet hurt until he started rubbing them. She glanced down at him through heavy lidded eyes.

"Now who's got the magic hands?" she said softly. There was a look of ecstasy on her face.

Ares continued his provocative ministrations up each of her legs, working upward from her tight calves muscles. He wrapped both his hands around a thigh, lifted it slightly, and then slowly slid it down the entire length of the legs, then the same with the other. Each time he repeated the action, he inconspicuously spread her legs further apart. He had Daria so relaxed, she was nearly asleep.

Ares smiled inwardly, knowing he could make any woman feel like putty in his hands. He was an excellent lover. And by being a God, he always knew exactly what to do to a woman to send her over the edge - or in Daria's case, melt away her fears. He stood and took a look at her. Here was a young, beautiful maiden - a virgin, no less - who was laying spread eagle on his bed. He didn't have to chain her that way; she lay there willingly for him. She was his to take. The sight of her made his cock strain against the leather of his pants.

He moved in-between her legs and ran his tongue up the inside of one thigh, starting by her knee. She moaned. The closer he got to her virgin cunt, the more she started to wiggle. When he reached the crease where her leg met her pelvis, he nestled harder against her. It sent her into a crunch position and she grabbed him by his hair pulling him away from her body.

"Wh. . .what are y-y-you doing?" she asked in shock. No one had ever been this intimate with her body before, and even though she knew she didn't want him to stop, she was naturally compelled to stop the attack on her body.

"I won't hurt you, Daria. I promise." He moved to return to the task, but she had not let go of his hair yet. He looked back at her. "Trust me, my sweet. Now, just relaxkay?kay?"

She released his hair and rested her head back again. Ares moved to the opposite crease and when he ran his tongue in it, she jerked slightly. He slid his hands under her thighs and spread them a little more. He watched her pussy lips separate and smiled when he saw she was already wet. He blew over her pussy and noticed her clitoris become hard. She was so turned on that he probably didn't even have to touch her to get her to cum. Her juice began to leak out and he lightly touched his tongue just below her hole to catch it. She let out a sharp "OH" and she tensed at the first touch of his wet tongue. He applied more pressure against her to flatten his tongue and widen it further as he slowly licked the length of her slit. He soon felt her relax again and she was letting out throaty groans now, her hands gently running through his hair.

When he reached her clit, he swirled around it briefly, before lightly flicking over it. He started slowly at first, but she unknowingly responded by moving her hips away from him. He grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her tightly into his face. He began to wildly attack her sensitive little nub. Flicking it faster, over and over, occasionally letting his tongue delve down briefly to catch some of the juices that were rapidly flowing now. Her body started writhing and so he held her even tighter. When he knew she was close to the edge, he sucked her swollen clitoris into his mouth, allowing his teeth to lightly graze the delicate skin. Her screams were like music to his ears, and he knew he had successfully accomplished giving her body its first lesson in ultimate pleasure.

He crawled atop her and found her open mouth, still heaving air, and kissed her deeply, passionately. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. For the first time, she tasted herself on his lips. The flavor of it seemed to trigger hidden desires deep within her and she shuttered in pleasure. He kissed all over her face, under her chin, her cheeks, her forehead, on top of her closed eyes, and then he playfully bit her nose. She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling. He propped himself up on his elbow, cradling her head in his arms.

"So, sweet Daria, did you enjoy your first lesson?"

"Lesson?"

"Yes! A lesson in bodily pleasures."

"Is that what you call it? Oh, yeah! I found it quite . . . educational. Did I pass?" she blushed.

"With flying colors! Or should I say screams of passion?" She turned even redder. "You're a quite a good student, my dear. There are many, many more lessons that I look forward to teaching you." He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss. "But right now we have business to attend to." He rose, and before his feet even hit the floor, Daria was dressed again.

Ares temporally suppressed his own desire for her. He wanted to move slowly with this one, confident that she would willingly come to dedicate her life to him.

"Come now." He held out his hand for her. She took it and they were transported back to the throne room.

Ares had to support Daria to keep her from collapsing when they first re-materialized. Her legs were like jelly as she was still feeling the aftermath of his "lesson Whe When she got her bearings, he took his seat.

"So, young Daria, what do you think about going to train with Balicus?"

"I . . . I don't know. I never have given much thought to real battle training before. I just want to learn enough to protect myself if necessary."

"You need not worry about protecting yourself anymore. I will not let any harm come to you. From now on, you are under the protection of the God of War."

"But . . .but . . ."

"No buts about it, Daria." Ares' voice was firm, and then he added seductively, "Besides, I don't want anything to happen to my star pupil."

"If you are to protect me, then why would I need to learn how to fight?"

Ares thought for a moment how to answer her. He had a gut feeling about this young girl that she was destined for something important. The words "Small Great One" kept ringing in his head.

"Good question, my dear. Because I believe that there is something that you are to accomplish in your life. Something important, my Small, Great One."

She knew what he was thinking about when he called her small, great one. She, too, had given it some thought as she lay in bed last night. And although she did not think that she would ever do something significant in her lifetime, she figured she would accept his offer to train her. He was being so kind to her and she was grateful. Besides, she wanted him to teach her the next lesson and how would thappeappen if she didn't stay close?

"Okay, Ares. I thankfully accept your offer." She bowed to him.

"Excellent! I know you will not regret your choice."

Ares sent for Balicus and before the moon had risen, they were at the training camp, settling in for the night.