The voice is low, more like a deep rumble than anything else, and it takes me by complete surprise. I yelp, stopping abruptly and dropping the armful of branches I'd been carrying back to my campsite for a fire to cook dinner. I can see that it'll have to wait.

The figure before me.... No flashes of light, no big entrances, he's just suddenly here, and while that happens sometimes, he's never looked like this.

"A--Ares?" My voice is little more than a whisper and embarrassingly high-pitched too. But...I've never seen him like this before!

He's covered in blood and dirt and other things that are less than pleasant and I deliberately don't look too close at that. His sword is in his hand and it's stained too, a small puddle of red growing beneath it as sticky drops fall from the blade. His leathers are slick with moisture, sweat and...other things, his hair and beard damp with it, and the look in his dark eyes.... I've never had anyone turn a look like that on me, not even the other times he's visited me. This is like blood lust, hunger for death and battle, only turned more carnal. And it's focused on me.

He takes a step towards me, and that's all I need to shake off my shock. I don't question it, his appearance, I don't speak at all, I just strip off my armor as fast as I can. Whenever I'm in a fight, I get kind of turned on; from the look of him it must've been a big battle, so I bet Ares must be feeling it even worse. That leather's tight enough that I can see his cock outlined against his pant leg and he's so hard. I can't help licking my lips even as I toss aside my sword and scabbard; I love his taste, but I don't think I'll be getting that tonight.

I'm right. He reaches me before I'm anywhere near naked, but the intensity, the urgency in his expression, the roughness of his touch, tells me that he doesn't care. He has me on the ground, kissing dirt in seconds flat. His sword cast down beside me, bright blood coating the blade inches from my face, and I feel a tug at the waistband of my pants. A ripping sound, and I know these pants are history. Cool air against my bare ass makes me shiver, but I spread my legs anyway. He needs me, this, and I want him to have whatever will satisfy him.

Blunt, callused fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading me open, and then his cock is right there. No stretching, no oil, nothing but him pushing into me and, oh gods, it burns. He's so big, forcing me open, shoving in deep, and it hurts like nothing else I've ever experienced. But it's a sweet kind of pain, burning and stretching and feeling him go deep into me, it's so good, so perfect. Ares is taking me, using me, pushing that thick cock as far into me as he can get and I love it. Pain is nothing. I'm used to pain and this kind I can definitely get to like.

I cant my hips up, urging him in deeper, and I hear a low growl behind me, approval and something more, harsh lust. Then he's pulling out and shoving back in, hips slamming against my ass, shoving me forward. I dig my fingers into grass and dirt, push myself up on my forearms and meet his next thrust with one of my own, pushing my hips back against him, tightening around him, groaning at the feel of him in me.

Every thrust in drags against the raw edge of pain, sends shivers through my body, makes me gasp and whimper, wanting more. Sometimes he hits that perfect spot, somewhere inside of me and I cry out, but more often than not it's the pain mixing with the deep pleasure of him moving in me, pushing that hard cock into my ass, and I can't get enough of it.

His hands are tight on my hips now, I'll have bruises later and the thought of that, of him marking me, makes me shudder in delight. My pants are in tatters and I can feel the cool, blood-slicked leather of his breeches against the back of my thighs, feel his muscles flexing beneath that leather. I can hear him behind me, grunting with every deep thrust, sometimes ragged gasps breaking free, even one sharp cry when I clench around his cock.

It's delicious, Ares riding me, pounding into me hard enough to make my body shake. I'm sweating now, skin slick beneath my shirt, the backs of my thighs sliding against the leather of his breeches, and I'm so hard too. I wasn't when he first took me, too surprised for it, but ever since that first painful, wonderful thrust, I've been getting harder. My cock's stiff and throbbing now, but I can't spare a hand to take care of it. If I tried, his next ramming thrust would put me nose to the ground and I'd be eating turf. I'm bracing myself as best I can and it's barely enough. My elbows and arms are gonna be raw from the friction, but not as raw as my ass.

He's going so fast, thrusting so incredibly deep. Forget stars, I see whole constellations, and if I didn't worship him before, this would damn well convert me. I'm talking, I probably have been for a while, but I can't control it. When it's this good, this incredibly intense, I babble. It's nothing but a broken litany of pleas, and I'm practically sobbing, I realize, begging for him not to stop, to let me come, to keep taking me, to end it before I die from pleasure; I don't know what I really want here, only that I want him.

Ares is the only one I've ever found who gets turned on when I talk, and my senseless babble right now must be inspiring him, because he shifts angles, thrusts in, and I yell. Then he's just slamming into that spot over and over and I'm choking on a scream, my body trembling, on the verge of coming without a single touch to my achingly hard cock.

But it's Ares who comes first, shoving in deep, holding himself there as he gasps and shakes against me. A couple small shoves of his hips, like he wants to get so far in he can't find his way back out, and then he just collapses on top of me.

I go down hard; I can't support the both of us. I fall on my stomach, my cock caught between me and the ground, and while it should hurt, I guess I can't tell the difference between pain and pleasure anymore because I scream and come, jerking hard beneath him, fingers ripping out clumps of grass as the ground against my face muffles the noises I'm making.

When I finally get my thoughts sorted back out, three things register with me at once; one, I hurt all over, two, I've never felt this good in my life, and three, Ares is still hard. Right as I figure out that last one, he's starting to move again.

He doesn't really get off of me, instead he braces himself up on his arms, one to each side of my head. I can see the thick, corded muscles of his arms flex with his every movement. His weight is heavy on my back, pressing his cock hard into me.

"Again," he whispers near my ear, and the deep, gravelly sound of his voice makes me shudder, makes my cock twitch.

He gets what he wants, taking me again, and again after that, laying claim to my ass and my body, and gods, I want it too. He rides me into another orgasm, pounding me with that wonderful cock of his until I'm screaming his name and coming, painful so soon after the last time. The next time my throat is raw and I can only gasp out my pleasure, feeling him spurt inside me, his come spilling out hot and thick over my balls, mixing with mine on the ground beneath us.

Ares outlasts me, of course. He's a god. Even when I can't come anymore, when I'm past the point where I can get hard again, he still drives deep into me, shoving against that spot that makes me gasp and moan regardless of whether or not my cock can respond. But eventually even Ares has to stop, or maybe he's just worked through the last trace of his battle lust, either way, he thrusts in hard enough to make me cry out in a voice nearly gone from screaming, deep enough that I can nearly taste it, and comes one last time.

It's incredible, feeling him trembling against me, hips jerking against my ass, and when I've had at least a day of sleep, I'll look back on this and really appreciate it. But right now I'm completely exhausted. I don't even care that Ares going limp on top of me makes it hard to breathe. I'm perfectly happy just lying there under him for the next bit of forever.

But I guess Ares has other ideas because he abruptly gets up, pulling out of me and that wakes me right up. I gasp at the sharp pain, but I don't waste time complaining. Sitting up really isn't an option, so instead I roll over -- gets me out of the wet spot too -- and stare up at him, wondering what will happen next.

But he's already fully dressed again, so I guess that answers my question. The blood and other stuff still coat him, drying now, and my own clothes are probably sticky with the same mess. I wanna thank him anyway, beg him to stay, do it all again, but I can't get my voice to work and all that comes out is a ragged croak when I try. I guess that's a good thing since I don't think I'm in any shape for another round.

Ares looks more...relaxed now, I think. Not as wound up as when I first saw him, he even smiles down at me. Okay, so maybe it's more of a smirk.

"Not bad, Joxer." He holds out his hand and his sword flies up from the ground, the hilt coming to rest in his palm. "We might do it again sometime." And he disappears.

I'm aching, inside and out, and while it felt so good when Ares was touching me, now that he's gone, I'm realizing that things actually hurt, and it's not pleasure anymore. I don't move though, not yet. It's just...so quiet all of a sudden. No birds settling in for the night, no crickets or cicadas like I'd heard before Ares showed up; I guess all the noise we made scared off the wildlife. I know it's out there though, and I'm not any more alone now than I was before Ares' appearance, but for some reason I feel so...lonely. There's no reason, I'm sure of that, but it's still there, and I guess it's not the first time either.

But what else should I expect? He's a god and I'm a mortal; of course he's gonna take what he wants and leave. That's just how things are. And I'll get over this...whatever it is, because I always have before. I had a good time -- a great time -- and that's more than most people get. So, yeah, I'll be just fine.

Now, if I can only figure out how to get back to my camp without moving, everything will be right with the world.

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