The Heart of War (44 page)

Yet, when their affair was uncovered, Ares embarrassed her in front of all of the other Olympians. Ares didn’t stand up for Aphrodite at all; he didn’t say he loved her or that he even cared about her. He just let them laugh while he told them all that she’d been unfaithful for nearly the last century and the children Hephaestus thought were his were actually Ares’, including Eros. That didn’t make Hephaestus very happy and she had to live with him for another two thousand years.

Hephaestus was hideous and Aphrodite could never stand the touch of his rough blacksmith hands on her smooth alabaster skin. She hated the stench of the smoke and sweat of the forge that sunk so deeply into him it never came out. Night after night she silently suffered the intolerable insult of letting him run those rough hands with their burs and their calluses all over her as he grunted like a pig over her and surged in and out of her with no technique whatsoever.

Ripping the brush through her long locks, she let out a squeal of anger.

“What’s wrong, my darling?” Apollo asked as he sauntered into the room. “Problems?” Apollo never fooled himself into thinking he and Aphrodite were in love even though they were long-time Lovers. He cared for her and her for him but that was about the extent of it as they were, more or less, stuck with each other here on Olympus. Zeus had Hera. Hades and Poseidon had their respective Kingdoms. Athena never had a man in her life. Eros, although delightful and rather good in bed, was still her Son and up until two hundred years ago or so he did have Psyche. “Ares giving you troubles?” he whispered as he leaned in from behind her to kiss her on her flaming cheek and gaze at her in the mirror.

“Always you are the one who turns the heads of men so swiftly they nearly break their necks just to get a look at you.” Taking the brush from her angry but delicate hand, Apollo gently began running it through her hair in the hopes of calming her. “Why do you let this bother you? It’s not as though you’re still in love with him, is it?”

“No, he won’t, he’ll pine for her once she’s gone,” Aphrodite spat balefully. Once Alena was gone, Aphrodite would still have thousands of years to carry on an affair with Ares if she chose. If she did, she’d do it under Alena’s shadow and Aphrodite lived in the shadow of no woman. She was the one who cast the shadow and set the standard for them to achieve. “Unless she turns on him somehow.” Now the menace in her voice turned to thoughtfulness. “Or if he should turn on her…” If there was one thing that Aphrodite excelled at even more than making people fall in love, it was tearing apart relationships. She had eons of experience.

“Ah, there’s my darling little vixen. I see you’re starting to feel better.” Putting the brush back on the vanity, Apollo leaned in close to her ear. “I don’t mean to spoil your wicked little thought process, dear, but that won’t be easy and Hera is watching you very closely.”

“Hera, that frozen old hag, damn her and her devil spawn.”

Apollo ran his hands through her honey-blonde hair and down to the nape of her neck where they settled gently at first. His fingertips moved around and around massaging the very tense muscles below. “Whatever you do, you just wait until Ares brings Artemis’ soul back to us.” The massaging fingers grew a little stiffer as they moved around from the back of her neck to the front. “You understand me? I want this so much that I am almost willing to get my own hands dirty this time, my lovely Aphrodite, and you know how rare that is,” he whispered darkly. Apollo always found it most tasteful to get someone else to do his dirty work for him, but he would not mind getting Cernunnos’ blood on his hands. “Do not impede Ares’ mission.” A little tighter still and Aphrodite let out a small grunt. “Artemis first. Ares and his little whore after that.”

Aphrodite gazed at Apollo’s reflection in the mirror to see the somberness on his face. Apollo loved his sister and he would be quite upset if she were to do something to get in the way here. If he knew the things that Aphrodite did about Artemis and Cernunnos, Apollo would be even more upset. She would never tell those secrets, she would take them with her to the Underworld or else they might cause her arrive there prematurely. “Yes, of course,” Aphrodite stammered, suddenly not so cocky and then tried to sympathize. “Those horrible things he said about you today, I know they’re not true. You’d never harm a hair upon Artemis’ beautiful head.”

“Good.” His grip did not ease up when he bent down for the last time to kiss her cheek. “Besides, Zeus promised the Fey to me and I intend to have her now that that belt is no longer in my way.” With a firm thrust, Apollo let go of Aphrodite’s neck and walked away to sit on the bed. Ares had been right about one thing; when Apollo discovered Alena’s identity he did intend to torture, rape and kill her, leaving her rotting corpse on Cernunnos’ doorstep as payback for not being more cooperative in finding Artemis’ killer. Now they all knew why Cernunnos had been so reluctant to be of any assistance.

Apollo had to suffer more than he was willing to today and all because of Ares’ mouth. Thankfully, Eros had kept his own trap shut or Apollo might be missing an important appendage now. Ares wouldn’t take kindly to Apollo’s repeated indulgences in Alena’s mouth; the others wouldn’t give a damn. That was on his side. None of them cared about the Fey; they only wanted to use her and Ares, as best they could. “Why don’t you come keep me company while we wait for dear Ares to make his next move?” Apollo lounged on the bed and looked at her longingly, but he could see she was playing hard to get and wanted a little more coaxing. “Come here and I’ll show you just how beautiful, desirable, voluptuous, luscious, and sexy you are.” Aphrodite smiled and twirled a thick strand of hair around her finger playfully. Stroking that massive ego was apt to get one anything they wanted. “Come on.” Apollo lifted the white linen shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor while he patted the mattress.

Stretching out her long bare legs, Aphrodite stood up from her vanity and sashayed over to the bed. Those Rubenesque hips swayed side to side and her soft milky white breasts jiggled enticingly. She stood next to him by the bed looking down; Apollo was very handsome with his blonde hair and his well-tanned skin. He was a worthy Lover even if he wasn’t the best she had ever had. No, that one was probably humping that little bitch at this very moment. Two could play that game. “Have you got something for me?”

“I’m working on it, why don’t you come a little closer and…lend me a hand or those pretty lips of yours?” Apollo invited as he ran his hand over his crotch to feel the bulge beginning to form as his cock stirred to life.

“Looking for a little inspiration, are you?” she teased but only half-heartedly. She was the Goddess of Love and Beauty, the mere idea of being able to be with her should make any man stand at full attention. Then again, Apollo was not as young as he used to be so perhaps he could use a little help. Slowly reaching up to her shoulders, Aphrodite laid her hands upon the silver clips there and undid them. She let the sheer gown fall to the floor and stood before Apollo naked in all of her Beautiful Glory. “Better?”

“Getting there,” Apollo teased as he continued to rub his own crotch, which was not starting to tingle with anticipation. “Those lips look lonely; perhaps you could find a place to put them,” he suggested not too subtly.

“I could say the same for you.” Aphrodite knelt on the big soft bed next to him; she put her hand over his and helped him massage his own cock. “What do you say? Tit…for tat?”

Apollo reached up with his free hand to grab those mounds of flesh sticking in his face and taunting him, he’d like to feel them on either side of his hard shaft. She let out a heated sigh when he tweaked one of those pert pink nipples between his golden fingers. “I do love your tits,” he moaned just before he put his mouth around the same nipple to feel it harden in his mouth and bring her down closer to him. They were definitely one—make that two—of Aphrodite’s less-menacing and thereby more-appealing traits. The hand at his growing crotch grabbed harder, massaged deeper as her back arched toward him so Apollo could get more of the fleshy breast into his mouth, leaving a trail of golden dust wherever he touched, nibbled, kissed, groped. The more excited he became the heavier, the thicker the dust he left behind. The hand on his own balls slipped out from under hers to cover it and move it up to the waistband, wanting her to relieve him of the linen that was becoming rather constrictive.

Still leaning forward so that he could pleasure her properly, Aphrodite kept her hand behind her. She wiggled her fingertips between Apollo’s skin and the material to undo the three hidden ivory buttons that held the slacks in place. As she moved down from button to button those long fingertips sunk deeper and deeper into that soft patch of blonde hair between his legs and against the hot growing shaft she was attempting to free. The last button out of the way, she grabbed hold of the waistband on one side, Apollo grabbed the other as they slid the slacks off and away from him.

He was hard as a rock and ready for the starting gun before they hit the floor. Apollo grabbed Aphrodite around the waist and tried to settle her over him, but she balked and pushed away from him. “You may be ready but I’m not,” the Goddess of Love huffed with a bat of her eyelashes as she folded her arms over her wet heaving breasts.

“Is that right?” Apollo cooed. “Well then.” In a very quick motion, he snatched her around the waist with both hands and gave her sexy body a good twist. Caught off guard Aphrodite landed on Apollo with her face near his crotch and her legs on his shoulder, but not for long. He reached down, grabbed her right leg and threw it over his other shoulder so that she was splayed out before him with her waiting pussy near his face. When he spoke, his breath was hot against her outer lips. “Tit for tat, right, my darling?”

The cock in her face was hard and twitching; trying not to be overt Aphrodite took a sniff. It smelled clean. Never knew with Apollo, his cock could have been anywhere before he came into the bedroom. She, however, was fresh from a bath overloaded with lavender and rose petals. Her velvety hand closed around the pulsing shaft and brought it in line with her lips, one more sniff. Aphrodite began licking the tip, above her Apollo sucked in breath over his teeth and let out a heated moan before he started returning the favor.

Aphrodite was not in her prime any longer, and so she wasn’t ready for Apollo’s entrance. In fact, she was quite dry but he would change that quickly. His fingers pushed apart the lips below the mound of blonde hair just before his tongue began to probe. It was Aphrodite’s turn to suck in a harsh breath although she had to do it through a mouthful of cock. When his finger entered with the tip of his tongue, she sucked him harder and those fleshy tits of hers pressed against the sides of him. All around them began to fade away but Apollo and Aphrodite were not lost to their Love or their Lust for each other. They were Lost in the pleasure they were receiving, the giving was only a means to an end. Here on Olympus, even making love was a selfish act.

Unlike Ares and Alena, the bond between Apollo and Aphrodite never came Full-Circle, it never made a circuit, so it never fully connected and it just shorted out along the line leaving bright sparks to light up the night but not to energize it. Aphrodite rocked her hips backward with much delight to capture the pleasure Apollo was giving her, the act caused the same effect on the other end. Her lips closed tighter around his cock and her hand pumped it harder. Below her, the same was true. The only reason Apollo kept probing her so deeply was because of the tongue dancing around him and the hand cupping his balls, he wasn’t trying to pleasure her, he was trying to sit up and obtain more of what she was giving.

Both of them managed to obtain the climaxes they sought and they were intense, but they were unfulfilling, releasing tensions in the body while leaving the soul to starve.

“I think you’re ready now.”

“Yes,” Aphrodite agreed. “Are you?” In her hand, he was starting to wilt.

Apollo stroked a finger along her inner thigh glistening with golden dust and through the musky liquid she had produced for him. “Don’t worry about that,” Apollo said in a tantalizing tone as the swirling finger probed her and was joined by two of its closest friends.

Aphrodite reveled in the feel of his long strong fingers covered with her dew pushed deep into her hot tightening hole before departing and sliding into her ass to pump that hole with just as much precision. Her hips rocked on him, that pussy moving closer to his lips begging to be tasted once more. Before the climax could even start, she wanted to be done with those long digits and onto that hard cock. Pulling away from him, Aphrodite crawled to the far end of the bed where she nestled on her knees and grabbed the bedpost as she pushed her ass out to him.

Apollo always did like to see her so ready, willing and cooing as she waited for him. Moving up behind her, Apollo slid the tip of his cock into her wet pussy wanted to get it slick, but not too slick, before he made his entrance into that fine teardrop ass of hers. Aphrodite tried to wiggle backwards and take the whole of him into her but Apollo pushed her forward with a firm but gentle grip; she held onto the marble bedpost as he teased her.

“Do it. Don’t tease. Fuck me, Apollo, long and strong.”

Apollo’s hands on her hips moved to her ass to spread her cheeks apart so that he could get a good look at the tip of his swelling cock twitching in and around her. Putting the tip of it against the waiting brown hole, he spread her cheeks further apart and pushed forward until he was halfway buried in her with one stroke. “Like that?”